A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)
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				Title: <strong>A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>29-10-2007, 21:00:44</strong>
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				The lush planet of Drython offers plenty of cover for the lowest dredges of society. Its vast forests, long mountain ranges, and underground caverns provides ample places for many to hide. The near earth-summer like temperatures soar, and it is here where the Rebel leader Kyra of Earth is hiding. <br><br>Her brown hair is shorn close to her head, out of necessaty, and her rich brown eyes watches closely from between the dense foilage in the forest where she runs. While she has not had a good glimpse of who is following her, she knows someone is. Hard and lean, the leader moves from one tree to another, her short hieght offering her the advantage here as she agilely moves, quiet and stealthily. One hand grips a delicate looking dagger, though its point a wicked gleam, the other she uses to push obsticals out of her way, or into the way of her persuer.<br><br>She does not know who is following her, but she has a good idea why. The Gerathian government had put a hefty bounty upon her head, causing her no end of irritation at would be bounty hunters. Most she has been able to elude, or in worse case scenario's dispatch from their lives, but this one has evaded detection, forcing her on the defensive.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>29-10-2007, 21:38:43</strong>
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				It had taken just over ten T-hours to make the trip on board <em>Relentless</em> from the nearest cross-station to the brilliant emerald of Drython, all along the way, Ross nattered constantly to MacPhearson.&nbsp; MacPhearson had hired Ross on board the station while refueling and tending to various maintenance matters he couldn't handle on his own in deep space, and rather thought of the man like a canary.&nbsp; Not because he talked constantly, though he did that, but because he intended to take the man down into a mine - metaphorically, that was.&nbsp; Ross had no other resemblance to a bird of any kind.&nbsp; He was huge - almost half again as tall as MacPhearson, who was just a hair beneath six foot in height - and grubby, and quite hairless from his shaved scalp to singed away eyebrows.<br><br>But Ross was a canary, and he never knew it, so when the sleek shape of MacPhearson's ship landed in a forest clearing, he went first, in his filthy tunic and crusted jeans and heavy workboots, and MacPhearson followed behind in his camouflaged skinsuit.&nbsp; Ross looked over his shoulder, and MacPhearson nodded, and made a motion with fist and fingers that Ross failed to comprehend, despite having claimed to serve in a Marine squard for some years previous to taking up bounty hunting.<br><br>"You go ahead," MacPhearson explained in his quiet, rough voice.&nbsp; "I'll follow behind and circling you so that I can cut her off if she tries to run."&nbsp; That was a lie, for MacPhearson had no intention of supporting the stupid, inept man in any way.&nbsp; Everything he'd been told about the woman Kyra was too little for his comfort, and MacPhearson had no interest at all in going up against an unknown quantity.&nbsp; Better to watch Ross on from <em>Relentless<em>'s sensor arrays transmitted to his tac display, and track her back.&nbsp; Besides, Ross could end up to be more competent than he seemed.<br><br>"Yeah, right" MacPhearson said.&nbsp; He counted to one hundred, and then followed behind the hairless man, watching the distance between Ross and Kyra shrink, step by stalking step.</em></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>29-10-2007, 21:47:15</strong>
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				Kyra wipes a bit of grim on her leather tight-fitted pants, her green tunic that hangs to her knees an obvious hand-me down as it engulfed . Tying the loose ends of her tunic down, less to snag or grab a hold of, the rebel Leader finds her likely defensible postion. It is a small hidden clearing, if one did not know exactly where it was and simply happened upon it, the disorientation of being completely surrounded by dense foilage, tobeing in a wide open space might prove distraction enough for her.<br><br>She climbs a tree readily, one that sat on the edge of the clearing, her dagger in one hand, a rope with a noose tied in it in the other. She is small, and learned at an early stage that nothing she did would keep others from being able to overpower her physically if she was not crafty. So it is of little surprise that she learned her way around weapons of most sorts, from guns, to phasers, from knives even the odd spear now and again. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>29-10-2007, 22:24:38</strong>
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				Ross walked through the woods, step by step, each crunch of his heavy boot on the scattered twigs and dry leaves as loud as a thunderclap.&nbsp; He took one hand away from the stock of his weapon to swipe at a thin haze of insects that had gathered around his sweaty brow, and wished for the hundred and first time that MacPhearson would have let him chamber live ammo, instead of these rubber rioters bullets.<br><br>"The bounty on the girl is payable for her live delivery," the older bounty hunter had explained in his calm, monotone voice.&nbsp; "Not 'or', as in "alive or dead, and certainly not dead.&nbsp; So we're strictly non-lethal here, got it?"<br><br>Yeah, Ross got it, all right.&nbsp; MacPhearson had the reputation, but in the field, he wasn't such hot shit.&nbsp; The way he was hanging back, letting him go toe to toe with the chickie.&nbsp; If he thought that he was going to do all the work and only take half the bounty, Ross thought he had a rude surprise ahead of him.<br><br>Grinning wickedly, Ross moved forward, never once looking up, passing unaware directly beneath Kyra's tree.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>29-10-2007, 22:30:44</strong>
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				Kyra bids her time, from her perch she can see the big one easily before he enters the clearing below her. He is a big brute, she thinks to herself, but I have dealt with bigger. Quietly she waits, until he is directly below her. Without making a sound, some think that grunting or hollaring help steel the spirit but she finds it just a waste of energy, she drops the looped rope hoping to snag the big hunter around the neck, before leaping off the other side of the branch, dragging the rope down with her. This would, if the big brute did not move at a quicker pace thus avoiding the noose, tighten the rope over the branch, cutting off the bigger man's air supply quickly.
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				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>30-10-2007, 00:10:20</strong>
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				MacPhearson watched the red heat signature of Ross suddenly jerk into the air as the smaller form lept from the tree.&nbsp; The man's weapon fell with a clatter of plastic on wood to the forest floor as he jerked, kicking.&nbsp; In his panic, he did not think to take the knife from his boot, or try to get some purchase on the tree with his beefy arms, but instead clutched uselessly at the noose around his neck.<br><br><em>Primitive</em> MacPhearson thought.&nbsp; <em>But effective enough.&nbsp; She probably doesn't have any tech, or any supporters planetside.&nbsp; She really must have come here in a hurry to be done to woodscraft to avoid hunters.<em>&nbsp; &nbsp; Using a series of touchkeys on his wrist, MacPhearson signaled to his ship to lock its sensors on Kyra's signal and feed it to his tac display.&nbsp; Keeping the girl in his sight, the slender man moved through the wood, his slippered feet no more than a whisper on even the driest of leaves.</em></em>
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				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>30-10-2007, 00:30:09</strong>
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				The countweight, the big man's body, slowed Kyra's decent enough so that she landed lightly on her feet, grunting a bit at the force needed to keep his air supply cut off. Winding the rope around the tree, she is merciful enough so that his toes remain on the ground, barely and he is off balance, but if he works hard enough he might be able to work himself to where he can breath.<br><br>She moves away from the clearing, steathily, unaware that semsors already had picked up on her signal. Though she thinks she has gotten the bounty hunter that trailed her here, she is still wary. You do not stay alive long as a leader of the rebellion taking safety for granted.
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				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>30-10-2007, 00:37:23</strong>
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				About a half hour later, MacPhearson had figured out the general direction Kyra was travelling, and used the earlier overpass to plan a likely spot of ambush.&nbsp; He moved double time in a wide, elliptical path that would let him overtake her with about a minute and a half to spare, and found a good, tall hill with a shadowy overhang where he bunkered down, raising the bipod arms on the front of his rifle, and sighting it along the trail.&nbsp; He was winded by the sprint, and dabbed sweat away from his brow, noting with pleasure that his hands were nice and steady.&nbsp; The shot was only a few hundred feet, nothing he couldn't handle, and he figured he could make the descent to the likely site where his rubber bullet would fell the girl with his restraints in less than a minute.<br><br>With a bit of luck, it would be over soon.
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				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>30-10-2007, 00:42:22</strong>
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				Moving still ever north, her eyes opened, watching for telltale movements in the foilage that spoke of sentient creatures, her ears open for unusual sounds -or lack of sounds- out of habit. Bounty hunters rarely work in pairs, preferring to collect the rich rewards sololy, so she was not really expecting another so soon. <br><br>She kept her tunics tied tightly though, not allowing any form of cloth to billow and make any more noise or movement then necassary. This gives a clear view of her form, trim and fit, muscular in her arms and legs, a body used to hardships and fighting.
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				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>30-10-2007, 00:45:46</strong>
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				MacPhearson was too much of a professional to smile when he saw the rebel leader come into his site; that would only come after the payoff, when the job was done, but he did feel himself hold his breath in tense excitement.&nbsp; He made himself breathe out, and in again, normally and slowly as he closed one eye and placed the other to the scope.&nbsp; The crosshairs were just between her breasts, where the bullet would slam with the force of a sledgehammer and hopefully knock her senseless long enough to attach the bindings.&nbsp; Just a minute more. . .<br><br>Letting out his breath slowly, MacPhearson squeezed the trigger.
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				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>30-10-2007, 01:02:58</strong>
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				A split second Kyra thought she heard something, but she does not have time to question or move to protect herself. The wind is thrown from her body, as she flies backward from the force of the rubber bullet. It felt as if a elephant had just ran headlong into her chest, and her body hits the ground with a hard thud, further stunning her.<br><br>Her closely shorn hair gathers twigs as she writhes quietly, not being able to breath, on the ground trying to catch her breath. After just a few moments though, she begins to drag herself away, slowly.
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				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>30-10-2007, 20:57:29</strong>
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				On his feet, running again, he sprinted down the hill, seaming to leap over the fallen logs and overhanging rocks, until his weight settled with a cloud of rising dust on the ground, and he was on top of the fallen woman, turning her over and placing his knee against the small of her back, fitting her wrists into plasceramic cuffs before turning her over again.<br><br>"Hold still," he said, gruffly.&nbsp; "Hold still!" he said again, louder, as he flashed a greenlight from some device in his hand at her eyes.&nbsp; Less than a second after getting a clean image, the retinal scan returned verification of her identity, and MacPhearson smiled as he settled back.&nbsp; "This has been a merry chase," he told Kyra.<br><br>The bounty hunter was not a large man, but tough, his body like old tree roots, dense and wiry.&nbsp; His salt and pepper hair was cut in a no-nonsense buzz, shorter even than the beard on his chin and cheeks, there more black amidst the white curls.&nbsp; His eyes were an unremarkable green grey, highlighted by a horizontal scar running just above them, through his brow, as if someone had attempted to gouge away at them, missing by inches.&nbsp; MacPhearson, instantly recognizable a face as any in the underworld, bounty hunter with few equals, who never failed to bring a mark in, either alive or dead.<br><br>Her captor.
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				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>30-10-2007, 21:05:36</strong>
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				Kyra grunts as he pushes his knee into her back, but she does not fight him. Instead she holds limply, taking the moment to try and regain her breath, somewhat surprised that when she looked down there was no real damage done to her. Coughing, she shakes her head, the ragged ends of her hair swingging with the motion but she returns his smile with a more sardonic one of her own.<br><br>"Well played.." She speaks, after a time of recovery though her voice is breathless. "Two of ye.. I didnae think yer kind wuld be ..generous." The thick litany of her speech speaks of harsh climates, and a harsh life. She shifts slightly on the ground, until she is able to leverage herself up, testing the cuffs slightly for give. "I hope ye wannt too disappointed..though I believe I may h've left yer other one down the way a bit." <br><br>She is rather easy going, for one who has been captured, Kyra has had dealings with bounty hunters before, and knows it is nothing personal. In fact she often enjoys the practice she gets at strategizing, though she is a bit rueful that her strategy this time came up lacking.
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				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>01-11-2007, 04:47:06</strong>
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				"Ahh, yes.&nbsp; My other one."&nbsp; MacPhearson looked over his shoulder, with distaste evident on his face before he turned back to the bound girl at his feet.&nbsp; "Mr. Ross is a thug, and very good at hurting and killing people when he's paid a large, or truth be told, not so large, amount of money.&nbsp; My partner?&nbsp; The galaxy will smell nicer for having him left behind."<br><br>Out came a knife, and with surgical precision, MacPhearson cut Kyra's tunic, on the seam beneath her arms, on the sleeves, and a long, vertical gash from collar to hem, letting the dismembered garment fall to the ground, so that he can be certain she is not hiding a weapon.
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				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>03-11-2007, 01:47:12</strong>
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				"Didnae seem so good to me." Kyra responded with a glimmer of viciousness within her eyes. Though when the knife is produced she reared back and squirmed, though futilely it made his work a bit less easy. Her nut brown skin shows marks of her life in battle, most faded and old though a few were freshly healed, one of these upon her shoulder still an angry red color. <br><br>The bra she wears beneath the tunic is one of servicability, meant to bind and support rather then tease and seduce. There was a single edged knife tucked within her ample cleavage, and another tucked in the waistline at the small of her back.<br><br>"Now why'dya do that. A simple pat-down would've sufficed." Her voice was not outraged, just simply curious, and not a hint of discomfort can be seen on her features. 
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				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>03-11-2007, 01:55:46</strong>
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				Taking both knives away from her, MacPhearson, to his credit, only let his eyes linger for a moment or two at the sight of her bare, tanned body and the ample breasts in their bra.&nbsp; He gave a gallic shrug to her question, and moved to her trousers, beginning to split the seams holding the material together carefully, so as not to cut her.<br><br>"A pat-down wouldn't have fount a finger-knife you'd put under the collar, or a needle in a button hole, or a lock-pick sewn into the hem.&nbsp; I've seen all sorts of ways people have come up with to get out of bindings, and I apologize for the indignity of it, but better you than me."&nbsp; His faded blue eyes went again to her breasts, but dropped back down to his work quickly enough.
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				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>03-11-2007, 02:05:05</strong>
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				A sigh is given as he worked his knife through the seams of her pants, though she does not attempt to block his progress this time. Once it was finished, and she sits in still more serviceable undergarments, her legs a little less battle scared then her torso, but no less as firm and solid. There is a small shealth at her right ankle, she apperantly believes in being well prepared.<br><br>"I suppose yer got a bit of clothin' ye can replace mine with?" Kyra says with an indifferent shrug, "A careful hunter ken the feelin' of well placed devices, so I don' rely on 'em." Looking at the clothing that has been reduced to mere scrapes now, before raising amused eyes back toward him. ""Course yer way works too.."
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				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>03-11-2007, 02:28:05</strong>
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				"Aye, a careful hunter <em>can</em> find a small weapon, cunningly hid.&nbsp; But to bet my life on?&nbsp; No thanks.&nbsp; This way is more certain, if more embarrassing.&nbsp; You're underwear'll go, too, when we get back to my ship."&nbsp; The last knife was taken away, too, and then MacPhearson placed his arms on Kyra's waist, lifted her to her feet.&nbsp; The woman could feel the bounty hunter's muscles, tight and wiry on his frame, as he picked her up and eased her back down.&nbsp; A hand was left on her shoulder as he gave her a bit of a nudge, not gentle but not roughly, either.<br><br>"Come, princess, your chariot awaits, and there's a reward to collect.&nbsp; I hope you left a cache of food nearby.&nbsp; Mr. Ross doesn't strike me as a man that has much woodscraft."
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				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>03-11-2007, 05:57:47</strong>
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				Kyra is not ashamed of her body, it might be smallish and not as smooth as women who lead more mundane lives, but it is not hideous either. However being marched through the woods in nothing but her undies causes her brows to furrow slightly. "Yer certainly a character arn't ye, iffen ye knew anythin' about me ye would ken that I have yet ta hurt the odd huntsman who captured me..jes' escaped and let the game go on agin." Moving, with the ease of one who is used to her hands cuffed behind her, Kyra is not simply boasting. A few have caught her but as was obvious she has always manage to elude final prosecution. She is also telling the truth that she has yet to harm a hunter who has managed to capture her, her respect for their resourcefulness too great for much damage done to them.<br><br>"I'll be havin' that last knife back though, after atleast..twas a gift." Her words are still filled with amusement, and though her feet step confidently, they do tend to slow slightly the further they go.
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				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>03-11-2007, 15:26:08</strong>
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				He replied conversationally, but not once letting his arm drop down from her shoulder, keeping her at a nice, steady clip through the forest.&nbsp; "There's what I know about you, true, but there's also what I'm willing to bet my life on.&nbsp; And you being a 'good sport' is not one of them.&nbsp; Nothing personal.&nbsp; I'd treat a ninety year old woman in a walker the same.&nbsp; People can be awfully peculiar when it comes to being nabbed for summary execution and or torture by whomever they managed to piss off."<br><br>They'd come to the large clearing where he'd left his ship, the engines turned off for silence.&nbsp; MacPhearson opened the ramp, and gave Kyra a nudge.
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				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>03-11-2007, 16:43:33</strong>
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				Shrugging, the hand on her shoulder seemingly ignored for the moment, the rebel stops long enough for the ramp to hiss and be let down. "Somehow I doubt ye would be strippin' an old woman down to her skivvies.." This last is said with a bemused smile before she is nudged once more into motion. "I'm nothin' of a good sport, simply pragmatic. Iffen I don' escape this time, then I alway ken that death be the risk. And iffen I die, then I become a martyr, an' still be helpin' the cause." She speaks matter of factly enough, though a shiver of fear runs along her spine at his mention of torture. She is not Gerthian, but she leads the rebels against their government just the same, and there are many tidbits of information that those who head the government would kill to get their hands on.
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				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>03-11-2007, 17:18:24</strong>
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				Up the entrance ramp, and into a room on board the ship that had been, when the ship was commissioned, a cargo hold, but had since been redesigned under MacPhearson to serve as a holding area, able to accommodate the prisoners he frequently transported.&nbsp; Lit by recessed panels, Kyra could see three open cells, each containing a cot, lav, and sink.&nbsp; The walls were bare plate, welded seamlessly, with a force field projection making up the fourth.&nbsp; Everything was bolted down, nothing was breakable, nothing could serve as a weapon.&nbsp; In the center of the converted cargo hold was a computer terminal and a single, worn leather chair in front of it.&nbsp; A doorway led off into further areas of the ship.<br><br>Without needing to look at the panel, MacPhearson closed the ramp, and the sunlight was sealed off as the pressurized hatch sealed with a hiss.&nbsp; There was a feeling of his hand at the small of her back, and then her cuffs were opened.&nbsp; "Step forward to the computer terminal and bend over it, placing your hands on top of the desk."
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				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>03-11-2007, 20:07:56</strong>
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				Kyra takes in the ship with little interest, one ship's hold is rarely different then anothers. She was obliged however to make sure that there was indeed nothing that could be used as a weapon of some sort, which of course there wasn't. The cuffs being released caused her to automatically bring her hands around to rub her wrists, though they had not really been all that tight.<br><br>"I can assure ye, I got no more weapons or lock picks hidden.." Kyra says as she complies, her fingers curling though her hands remain on the desk top. "No point, when its fairly certain ta jes' be found." Better to not hide weapons and simply grow used to using whatever is available.
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				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>03-11-2007, 20:26:22</strong>
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				Out came the knife again, at her bra in the back, at her waist, and MacPhearson stripped her with impersonal care, moving the cut garments away with a pass of his slippered feet.&nbsp; "I don't gamble, Kyra," he said, keeping his hands professionally away from her body as he moved behind her.&nbsp; "Step into a cell."<br><br>The most tense moment came now, just before he put up the force fields, and some people made a last, desperate try for freedom.&nbsp; He'd noted her cooperation, and meant to reward her for it with a better quality of care than a difficult prisoner would have gotten, but he was, at no point, lulled into taking his own safety for granted.&nbsp; Cornered people fought and clawed like wild animals, and even a naked woman could do terrible damage, if she was ruthless enough.
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				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>03-11-2007, 20:58:18</strong>
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				Though she is not ashamed of her small body, neither is she immuned to the sense of modesty, and so as the last fragments of clothing are stripped from her the darkened flesh of her cheeks darkened further in a flush. Though she crosses her arms over her breast, she does not lose the proud stance she adopts naturally, her chin high and her eyes vigilant. In her experiance bounty hunters are paid far too much to grow lax with security. <br><br>Guards on the planet Gertha however, are not paid well and often mistreated so it is easy to find one or two not totally committed to the regime. This is the reason Kyra steps uncomplaining into her cell, keeping her back turned to him. "Jes' a suggestion, mind ye I am not a bounty hunter, but iffen ye gonna strip yer prisoners then ye should have pre-searched clothin' fer them."
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				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>03-11-2007, 21:21:41</strong>
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				His answer is to open a cabinet beneath the computer terminal, and retrieve two pieces of clothing; a shapeless gray tunic and matching trousers, and toss them to her casually, making sure they went over her shoulder so that she would have to turn, before pressing a button on the pad, making the energy field crackle to life with a steady hum and a blue light, showing where the barriers of her cell extended.<br><br>"I'm to start the engines and go through the take-off procedure.&nbsp; I'll be back in about an hour," he said as he placed his gun in a rack beside the loading ramp.&nbsp; "Does IJD travel make you sick?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>04-11-2007, 01:11:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling the clothing rather then seeing them tossed over her shoulders, Kyra still waits, standing proudly with her back towards him. "Far be it fer me ta secon' guess ye, but wouldn' ita saved yer some trouble ta jes' have them ready?" There was an almost amused tone in her voice as she finally begins to sidle over to the clothing.<br><br>The grey tunic was large on her, but not more so then the green she had been wearing. The trousers themselves had to be tied as tight as they could before they would stay on her narrowish hips. "Verreh few thin's make me sick, an' a little IJD travelin' ain' one of 'em." Turning to sit on the bare cot, drawing her legs comfortably in a crossed-legged position, leaning agianst the wall with her eyes sliding shut. "I will be here still most likely."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>04-11-2007, 05:13:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a fine set of inertia dampeners, she could not even feel the liftoff, that probably came ten or twenty minutes after the steady hum of the engined purred through the deckplates, and the artificial gravity took hold of her.&nbsp; Without a window, she would have nothing more than her captor's word of their course or speed, or even whether or not they had even left the planet, though Kyra thought she might have heard a frantic pounding at the entrance ramp, that might have been Ross attempting to avoid being left behind.<br><br>An hour later, MacPhearson came back into the cargo hold.&nbsp; He had changed clothed himself, wore a pair of slacks and a white shirt rolled to his elbows, showing skin just as nut-brown as her own.&nbsp; He carried a covered tray, and set it down in front of the force field.<br><br>He sat down at his computer terminal, pressed a few buttons, and looked at her, smiling.&nbsp; "We have a long trip ahead of us, Kyra.&nbsp; The best my computers could do was a eighty-nine jump set over six weeks or so, subject to mid-course corrections, naturally.&nbsp; Do what I say when I say it, don't give me any trouble or lip, and I'll treat you fine.&nbsp; Cross me, and I'll come down on you like a ton of bricks, follow me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>04-11-2007, 21:22:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyra had spent the hour tossing through her mind her options. Small factions of her group are always prepared, for when their spies tell them of a capture. Usually they try and manage to stay hidden, only showing themselves if the person captured had not been able to escape on their own, and only if that person still had use for the rebellion. Kyra is also well aware that she has made enemies within her own factions, and she is half concerned that perhaps this time she will be deemed as having outlived her use. <br><br>When Macphearson re-enters, Kyra is made aware of the way the white shirt offsets his coloring, making a startling contrast. One corner of her lips lift, a male bounty hunter, well Kyra has in the past and if she finds a way out of this one probably will in the future found means to get her way when it comes to the male half of the populations. Perhaps this might prove effective as well. <br><br>"I don' ken I been much of a problem fer ye so far have I?" Kyra questions, one brown brow raises almost pertinently. "I be good at followin'....orders." These last words are said with just a bit of undertone, testingly as she watches him shrewedly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>04-11-2007, 22:31:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tapping buttons on the panel, the forcefield penning her in raised six inches or so; too little for her to squeeze out under, but enough that she could reach down and pull the tray through.&nbsp; When the barrier raised, she could smell something hot; something that hadn't been synthed, but prepared in a proper kitchen; roast chicken, by the smell.<br><br>MacPhearson laced his fingers behind his head, nodding.&nbsp; He had a sardonic half smile on his lips, and rubbed the scar above his eyes with the back of his hand.&nbsp; "You have, so far."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>04-11-2007, 22:50:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyra watches impassively as the statically charged field raises, her dark eyes almost narrowing at the aroma's that waft inward. When was the last time she had had a meal that was not either foraged or replicated? She could not remember, so it is with great effort that she keeps herself from scrambling to grab the tray, instead sitting crossed legged on the floor of her pen and reaching slowly beneath it.<br><br>"How much are ye gettin' fer me?" Kyra asked, seemingly only curious as she un-covers the meal, the golden skin of the fowl pleasing to the eye as well as the nose. Watching him warily, Kyra pulls apart some of the juicy white meat, wincing only slightly as it burns the pads of her fingers briefly before it disappears between her plump lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>04-11-2007, 22:57:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He thought about his reply for a good long bit before he answered, not because he was particularly secretive about the information; she looked to have been out of the loop for a while, and she might not know how much was being offered for her these days, but because he wondered if Kyra was going to attempt to buy him off, promising to double whatever the price was on her head.&nbsp; They almost all tried that.<br><br>"Two hundred thousand it's what's posted if you as any Gerathian embassy," he said.&nbsp; "But I took this job on comish.&nbsp; The standard two hundred k, plus my standard fee of one hundred thousand, non refundable, plus reimbursement for expenses, fuel, and upkeep.&nbsp; Call it three fifty, or thereabouts."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>04-11-2007, 23:02:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Whistling slightly at the amount, Kyra shakes her head ruefully. She was not going to offer double in cash offerings, a rebel leader is not someone that has alot of funds to dispense, but the staggering amount gives her some pause. <br><br>"They be gettin' awful desperate." She mutters between bites, the flavor of the meal dancing along her tongue, giving her not a small amount of pleasure. "Gerthian's aren' the brightest..They need ta learn it is not findin' me that is hard, but keepin' me." Finished, pushing the plate away, Kyra leans against the cot, her knees raised and her arms draped casually over the tops. "I be kennin' I have manage ta leave their own custody twice already.."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>04-11-2007, 23:12:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh I'm well aware.&nbsp; I read your file in the Intelligence archives when I took the job.&nbsp; I understand that your last escape you actually pulled off at your own trial, just after you had delivered a fine bit of rabble-rousing speech, denouncing the king, government, courts, army, and basically the entire system."&nbsp; He laughed, throwing his head back.&nbsp; "A fine bit of showmanship, that was.&nbsp; But maybe they've learned better.&nbsp; Maybe this time they'll skip the show trial and move straight to intense questioning and an unmarked grave.&nbsp; It's really not my concern once I turn you over and I get paid."<br><br>There is was, the mercenary philosophy.&nbsp; Causes or right didn't seem to matter in such a bottom line view; the only concern was who was paying and how much was the offer.&nbsp; He cocked his head.&nbsp; "I think we just made the first jump.&nbsp; Goodbye, Mr. Ross."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>04-11-2007, 23:21:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lifting her small shoulders a little at his words, a rather self-satisfied grin given. "Part of leadin' a rebellion is showmanship. Iffen ye can' gain the attention of the people, then ye can' gain their support." Finally she does cut her eyes back towards him, her head tilted slightly as she appreciatively takes in his form. "I be doubtin' that..as long as the people ken I am still kickin' then they still fight again' the government..Nay, the Gerthian's wan' my death to be a public spectacle.."<br><br>Her fingers tighten against each other at his words, though she would not let herself admit it nor would she admit it to himself, his own words on the Gerthian's learning their lesson is quite a possibility. "Ye always so ..free..with yer resources..jes' kickin' them aside when they are no longer useful?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>04-11-2007, 23:28:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A sour look crossed his face as he shook his head.&nbsp; "Resources?&nbsp; Ugh, no.&nbsp; Ross was never anything but a fool.&nbsp; A dangerous, wild, unpredictable fool.&nbsp; I met him at one of those bars where people that think they're tough like to go to get hired.&nbsp; Breaking some knee caps, burglary, even murder is his stock in trade, and some of them think they're bounty hunters, but they're just thugs.&nbsp; Worse of all, they're dangerous to work with, because they don't have a sense of discipline.&nbsp; Plans go out the window when they get the scent of blood in the air, they're apt to turn a neat grab and bag operation into a bloodbath.&nbsp; I have no respect for men like that.&nbsp; They give the profession a bad name.&nbsp; If Ross had gotten you, fine, maybe he would have had some potential, but he was a fool that you ran rings around, and I figured that would be enough to get past your guard and..." he snapped his fingers.<br><br>"And maybe you're right about what the Gerthians intend.&nbsp; They didn't tell me, and I didn't ask."&nbsp; He got up from the terminal and approached her cell.&nbsp; "Pass through the tray again, please."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>04-11-2007, 23:54:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ross was a typical 'un.." Kyra responds, amusement readily evident in her tones. "Most of ye are..see a small woman..ken she can' do much again't a big burly man..." A roll of her eyes signals the disdain she has for this way of thought as she obligingly pushes the tray back through the bars. "Thank ye..haven' had a meal like that in I dunno how long.." <br><br>Tapping her feet lightly, moving out of the need to release a bit of pent up energy, Kyra leans her head as far back as she could with a heavy sigh. "It be a long trip..I don' suppose ye have any kinda books or holospheres I can con off ye." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>05-11-2007, 00:03:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Might," he said, resealing her cell and vanishing deeper into the ship, leaving her alone for a time.&nbsp; He came back, carrying a small stack of cheap, battered books beneath one arm.&nbsp; He stopped in front of the barrier, looking at her in her knees-to chest post on her bunk, chewing his lip.&nbsp; Whatever he'd expected from a rebel leader...this wasn't it.&nbsp; She was good natured, she hadn't tried to buy him or spin him the rhetoric he always found so tiring in the faithful.&nbsp; He'd never been asked for books before; what he'd scrounged had come from his own cabin, and reflected his own taste.&nbsp; Detective novels, mostly, private detectives solving crimes that left the police helpless.&nbsp; Not deep stuff, not great stuff, but most definitely what he would call 'fun.'<br><br>MacPhearson put the books down where he'd left the tray, and again raised the field.&nbsp; "Most people spend their time either sulking or running the cell.&nbsp; The light fixture makes a passable pull-up bar, and you can use your sheet to put down on the plates if you want to work on pushups."&nbsp; He shrugged.&nbsp; "Anything else I can do for you?"&nbsp; Now where had <em>that</em> come from?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>05-11-2007, 00:14:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once he is gone again, Kyra lets out her breath that she had been holding. It is nothing new to respect a man who has shown better strategy in the field then she, no one is perfect and it just gives her another learning experiance, but to actually admire him is a whole different story. Of all the prison cells she has been in, this is one of the more comfortable and well kept, and she certainly could not fault the food. However these small comforts should not effect her as much as to cause admiration to form.<br><br>Shaking her head quickly as he re-emerged and placed a few tattered copies of books down, Kyra uncurls herself once more to reach beneath the field and retrieve the books. Listening to him as she flipped through the covers, looking upward with a crooked grin. "Are ye tellin' me ye think I need ta work on my body some?" Her eyes sparkled a bit with laughter.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>05-11-2007, 00:20:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shaking his head with a grin, MacPhearson gave a chuckle.&nbsp; "Oh no, you won't catch me with that one.&nbsp; Your body is fine.&nbsp; I'm just telling you how most people have passed the time."&nbsp; But still he stayed in front of her cell, like a servant that had yet to be dismissed, or a bellboy that was expecting some tip after showing a guest up to a room or even, hell, even like a guest that was wondering if he was going to be invited to spend the night.<br><br>Jesus, he was a little old for awkwardness.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>05-11-2007, 01:42:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah so ye did look..how verreh ungentlemanly of ye." The same crooked smile tilts her lips, as she stands once more to move across the small pen. Out of habit she had neatly piled the borrowed books near the head of the cot, and out of the way of walking space. Watching him as he continued to stand in front of her cell, possibilities raced through her mind. She had entertained the idea of offering herself as payment in return to letting her off on some remote planet, but the sheer amount of her bounty had disillusioned her of that. Now, her best bet would be to simply work him over to where he was vulnerable..and when are men most vulnerable? During intimacy. <br><br>"Tell me, what other ..pass times do ye ken that one can do in these little cells?" A broad grin is given as she settles once more, comfortably against the wall, directly opposite of where Macphearson stands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>05-11-2007, 01:50:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He rubbed his hands across his lips, hiding a smile unsuccessfully.&nbsp; He knew that her offer, her suggestion, really, was motivated not by attraction, but by the use of any wile or cunning she could see to exploit to try to effect her escape.&nbsp; He'd never had a prisoner he was transporting slip through his net, not since those first days, but there was always room to fall, if one was careless.&nbsp; The graveyards were full of good bounty hunters that had slipped up.<br><br>But still, he didn't find himself turning away and returning to the cockpit or his quarters.&nbsp; He looked at her, and made his mad decision with a laugh.<br><br>He powered down the forcefield and stepped over to her, taking her in his arms and clapsing his hands at the small of her back.&nbsp; "Not that many," he said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>05-11-2007, 01:59:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyra was a little surprised when he powered down the field, not expecting that just a little suggestion would be enough to sway this man into action. Yet she found herself being pulled toward him, encircled by his arms, her hands coming up to rest on his much broader chest and her expressive eyes wide. This close, not counting the very brief and very hectic moment earlier when he had first took her to his ship, Kyra realized just how firm his body was, just how well toned as well.<br><br>So many bounty hunters depended solely on technology to capture their prey, causing them to become weak and soft, but apparently not this one. It made the rebel feel her respect for the man grow a bit. <br><br>"Are ye offerin' ta help pass the time?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>05-11-2007, 02:04:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Seems to me like you were making the offer," MacPhearson all but growled, his hands running in small circles at her lower back.&nbsp; "Dangerous game you're playing, trying to get me to let my guard down."&nbsp; He didn't say anything more about it, just pulled her in, placing his lips on top of hers and kissing her roughly, feeling that firm body that he'd only just recently seen all in its nude splendor; not that he'd had a chance to appreciate it.&nbsp; He couldn't relax his vigilance, not for a single second...but she tasted so sweet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>05-11-2007, 02:16:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The warmth of his hands against the small of her back sent tiny shivers to run along the rebel leader's spine, and his words caused that crooked grin to grow. Pleased that he was not so easily duped as other men, even though it made her intentions more difficult that he was aware of them. She did not have time to deny nor confirm his accusations however, before his lips claimed hers. <br><br>The roughness of the kiss caused another kind of warmth to spread through her, slowly causing her heart to beat a bit faster. Her hands moved from his firm chest, up to encircle his neck, her lips returning his kiss with an equal amount of roughness. Fitting her slender body against his oh so masculine one, Kyra allowed herself to wonder when the last time she had actually enjoyed a man's kiss, not simply allowing one to kiss her out of duty.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>05-11-2007, 02:24:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As paranoid as he was about making certain his guard was not down, he could not fail to notice the effect his caress and kiss had on the rebel leader.&nbsp; Her warmth, her response, so genuine, so passionate, not at all like the sort of woman that normally went with him, was something he had been missing for a while, too.&nbsp; He only broke away from the feel of that body molding onto him to lift the tunic over her head, and bend down to place his lips on her breast, drawing one nipple into his mouth with a firm suck.&nbsp; Moving now, backwards, towards the narrow cot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>05-11-2007, 02:41:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyra relished the roughness of his facial hair against her chin and lips, and a slight whimper is given when he pulls back. However his hands drawing the tunic up and over her head, her own arms raising to help with this, draws a sigh that is changed to a gasp as his lips find her breast. One hand tangles itself into his hair, holding him close, while the other moved over his shoudlers, arms and back caressing and stroking as she allows herself to be led to the cot. <br><br>Bared from the waist up once again, her breast only slightly less browned then her normally exposed flesh, Kyra feels no trepidation. Desire burns all else from her mind as she succumbs to the lips and hands of the bounty hunter. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>05-11-2007, 13:39:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When at last their steps had taken them to the cot, firm, insistent pressure on her shoulders guided her to sit down.&nbsp; Somewhere along the way, his shirt had come off, leaving her with a clear view of his shoulders and back as he knelt down in front of her, lips against her stomach, kissing and nibbling a trail over her hips while his hands tucked into the waistband of her pants and snugged them down.<br><br>The perils of his profession were there to see, in more than half a dozen naked scars and burns from energy weapons and places, including one at his back, just over his heart, where there was a matching one atop his breastbone.<br><br>He liked her body; she had curves at the breast and hips, generous was the word, but her arms and legs were well-muscled and firm.&nbsp; No shrinking violet, her, and the feel of her body against his hands and mouth made him shiver.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>05-11-2007, 13:51:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her own torso was dotted with evidence of her own dangerous lifestyles. A few faded scars here and there, mostly just darker patches against the creamy nut-brownedness of her flesh. A few were puckered and upraised, lack of a decent physician or tools creates some interesting problems for members of an outlawed organization. The most prominent one was one that was a crescent shape, over the side of her right breast, right above her heart.<br><br>Lifting her hips so that he can easily tug the shapeless trousers down, baring the rest of her body for him. Her sex was hairless, smooth and already he would be able to see the slight moisture that evidenced her arousal. Her legs were firm and taunt, a couple of scars but nothing dramatic. <br><br>His lips trailing over her body was like molten heat being poured over her, spreading desire and lust where ever they trailed. Her own hands roamed where they could reach, tracing a few of the scars with the padding of her ringers, her lips unable to reach him without barring his access to her own body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>05-11-2007, 14:42:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				MacPhearson made a rumble, deep his his chest as he caught smell of her aroused sex, spreading with her thighs as she leaned back on the bunk, and he bowed his head in to place his lips on her smooth cleft, his tongue lapping up the moisture that already gathered there.&nbsp; The taste of a woman, the smell of her moist heat, he knew of no better perfume.&nbsp; It made him heady, quite forgetting anything but the taste on his tongue and the smell of her and the feeling of her soft thighs as he petted and squeezed them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>05-11-2007, 15:04:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ooooh..." Kyra moans at the first brush of his lips, leaning back to give him full advantage of her spread body, her legs falling easily apart. Her thighs tense beneath his hands, the fire that he is stroking within her building with every run of his rough tongue against her smoothness. Here she is no longer coarse rebel leader, now she is simply a soft woman, her moans and whimpers cascading from her lips as her own longings grew. "Oh...God..Please!" She begs, though she is not sure what she is begging for as she thrusts her hips forward against his mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>05-11-2007, 22:22:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sex was never something that he had gone out of his way to get, nor had it gone out of its way to find him.&nbsp; The desires of a rapist and abuser were never his failings, and so when the offer was made, as her body's quivers, as her lustful moans, and her begging words did, his lovers found him quite grateful, and rather attentive.&nbsp; His hands strayed down to her sex, parted the lips, and then, squirming like an eel, his tongue slid into her passage, his beard rough against her clit, breath his on the innermost folds of her legs, all the while he rumbled, what might be a purr in a great cat, or hound's snarl, as he licked, and licked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>06-11-2007, 05:34:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The assualt of pleasure upon her body drove Kyra further and further toward the presipice of her peak. The roughness of his facial hair stimulating her node of pleasure, the feel of his tongue swirling and wiggling inside her pulled more frequent groans from her lips. Her fingers thread through his hair, silently encouraging him as her coherency, or lack thereof, took away her ability for spoken word. "Ahhhhh...gods!" the hard knot that had formed deep inside her flat tummy coiled ever tighter as her soft folds produced more and more juices as she feels her orgasm threaten to break.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>06-11-2007, 05:39:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyra found her lover's hands at the small of her back as she thrust her hips into his face, impaling herself further on his tongue, and he squatted down even lower when her voice told him she was at her peak, changing the angle that his tongue brushed into her slit, now coming straight in, and all the deeper for the slight change.&nbsp; "Come," he growled, a request, a command, an invitation.&nbsp; He licked harder, deeper, faster.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>06-11-2007, 05:48:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Writhing at his attentions, the once great leader of the rebellion fell 'victim' to her captor, the erotic spell he weaves with the heavenly sensations of his tongue overcoming her. On the cusp his growled command sends her over, the firmness of it, the almost animalistic quality of being growled at too much for her taunt body to bear. The knot that had tied tighter, almost painfully tight within her burst suddenly, eliciting a scream of pleasure to fill the air. Spasm after spasm rocked her body, her limbs trembling almost violently as her release floods her with pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>06-11-2007, 22:02:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In her invigorated spasms, MacPhearson gave her a light push backwards, so that she fell on the cot, and tugged the waistband of his pants down, kicking them off each ankle in turn before laying down over her, his arms around her, holding her with an almost crushing force against him, their naked bodies sweat slick and sliding against each other.&nbsp; She can feel his cock hard and throbbing, against her thigh; can feel that it is unremarkable in size, either length or thickness, but of so eager for her.&nbsp; He kisses her, shifting his hips, parting her legs...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>07-11-2007, 14:27:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pushed backwards, still buzzing from the pleasure he had just gave her, Kyra mewls softly as he moves away. Her dark eyes open just as he returns to her, her breath catching as he holds her so tightly. His broad chest, strong arms as they encircle her, the slide of their nude bodies strengthen the urgency within her, the feel of his hard shaft pressed against her tender thigh puncuate her need.<br><br>Her legs fall apart easily, lifting to cradle him against her moist heat, as Kyra reaches between them to grasp his manhood within her small hand. Guiding him to her entrance, she rolls her hips trying to capture him inside her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>07-11-2007, 14:35:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wordlessly, MacPhearson let out a slow moan as he inched his hips forward.&nbsp; He teased himself, teased her, by now letting restraint govern his passion, and his shaft penetrated her so slowly.&nbsp; His breath had been forced from him by that moan as he settled as deep in her as he could.&nbsp; But that one slow, languid movement had been all that he could manage, for his need could not be denied any longer.&nbsp; Pulling back, he thrust again, harder, and again, faster, with more urgency, more animal grunts.&nbsp; Kissing her, running his hands over and over her soft body, fucking her, everything he could do with mouth and hands and cock, and hungry for more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>07-11-2007, 19:45:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he slowly entered, stretching and filling her innerpassage Kyra lets out a long sigh. When he was fully in, and she could feel the lenght of his hardness gloved within her hot moist sex, Kyra easily encircles his hips with her legs, allowing him more and deeper access to her soft folds.<br><br>Liftingher hips as he begins to thrust, matching his thrusts with her own, her legs tensing and tighting around him. His beastial sounds urge her on, her pussy clenching and tightening around his erection over and over as he moved in and out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>07-11-2007, 22:11:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The cot was bolted to the wall, on sturdy legs, otherwise each mad, powerful thrust would have driven into the wall, again and again and again.&nbsp; If that had happened, MacPhearson might not have even noticed, might just have shifted position and kept on fucking Kyra.&nbsp; Her legs around his waist encouraged him to bring a hand down and around, to cup and squeeze her tight ass even as his teeth and lips left bruises on her neck, around one pink nipple.<br><br>It couldn't last, not nearly long enough for him, for the greedy animal he'd become, but he couldn't stop it, couldn't have slowed down, couldn't do anything but ride it out to its conclusion.&nbsp; After a time, his thrusts quickened, his head lifted as he looked down at her, hips pushing her against the bed in a desperate pace.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>08-11-2007, 14:57:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyra rode out his roughness, the bruising lips and teeth at her neck elicits a groan of pure pleasure as she bucks her hips with equal passion. His hand on her rear spurrs her on, bringing her hips up in time with his maddening thrusts, pulling his rock hard erection deep into her tight slick sex. <br><br>Clenching around his shaft, her inner walls constrict as the aftermath of her own climax still rolls through her, and the building of a second as his thrusts quicken, driving her back down against the cot. Brown eyes wide, euphoria sliding its lovely arms around her mind as she fucks him back, riding the waves of pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>08-11-2007, 15:28:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lacking the control to pull back just before the point where he had to finish, MacPhearson gave the last, deep, rutting thrusts and then moaned as he felt the orgasm building in him.&nbsp; The hot, pulling sensation in his cock seemed to electrify his body, the currents racing up and down his spine and pulling it into an arch as the last thrust forced her down hard against the cot.&nbsp; His eyes opened wide, his pupils pulling into a tight, and his fists curled in the rough blankets as she felt him come.<br><br>His seed, hot and long unspent, filled her deep inside, every drop pulled from him by the residual motions of his hips before his arms gave out, and he settled down on top of her, panting and sweat-slick.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>08-11-2007, 17:18:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Accepting his seed willingly, Kyra cries her own joy out as he forcefully pinned her to the cot with his hips, her legs and pussy tightening in tandem around both parts that they encircled. The warmth that spreads deep inside her fills her with the pleasant rush of making another cum, and when his eyes open she simply smiles back, though her breathing is ragged.<br><br>When he collapses on top of her, her legs remain around his waist, his cock still burried iwthin her, and her arms come up to hold him tightly to her own sweaty body. Her breathing is more gasping then inhaling for the moment, as she struggled to get her body back under control. Her neck is bruised, her nipple as well from his roughness, but the ache that they cause is a pleasurable one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>08-11-2007, 20:36:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a time, he moved off of her, pulling his softening cock from her with a slick, moist sound that caused just one last shudder of pleasure to tease its way across his loins.&nbsp; He was steady on his feet, and clear eyed, but the expression on his face was clearly one of a man that had just been blindsided.&nbsp; Ambushed, as it were, by the ferocity of his own lust, and her willingness to return it in kind.&nbsp; He looked at her, looked at the open doorway leading into the cell, and gave a generic shrug of his shoulders.&nbsp; "Cat's out of the bag now," he said, and sat down on the edge of the got.&nbsp; Kyra noticed that he still put himself between her and the cargo hold, however.&nbsp; "I guess I needed that more than I thought I did."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>08-11-2007, 21:35:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he moved off of her, Kyra groans just slightly as he is removed from within her, and though she does not cringe away from his sight she does move to try and cover herself. Rolling to her side she grabs the shapeless grey tunic from the crumpled heap they had left it to drag it back over her head. She can not see the beginnings of a bruise at her neck, but she figured there would be as she lightly probed the area with her finger tips. "What cat?" She queries curiously, her knees drawn beneath her as she eyes him almost warily. <br><br>"Jes' be two people gettin' along is all..No need ta fall all over yerself.." This last is said with a good bit of sarcasm, though she is unsure why his seeming non-chalant attitude irks her, especially considering the motives she had when she had quipped about things that could be done.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>09-11-2007, 15:27:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His face soured, as if he had just tasted something unpleasant, and he turned away from her, picking up his pants and stepping into them, only facing her again after he'd fastened the drawstrings around his waist.&nbsp; "I see.&nbsp; I'm glad you feel that way.&nbsp; I wouldn't want you to feel that I'd taken advantage of you."<br><br>Looking torn, he walked to the outside of her cell and stood with his hand over the pad, feeling too conflicted for his own comfort.&nbsp; <em>Why couldn't I have just made do with a cold shower?</em> he wondered.&nbsp; <em>Things are too complicated now.</em>&nbsp; He demurred before running his palm over the trigger, raising the field again.&nbsp; "The lights here are on a standard rotation; they'll switch off at 'night' according to the Telosian standard clock.&nbsp; It should be in about an hour or so."&nbsp; Still, he did not leave, even though he could think of a half-dozen things he could be doing in the cockpit or in the engine room or even in his quarters.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>09-11-2007, 15:34:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyra is unsure why the sudden raise of the field holding her captive annoys her, or causes that brief pang in her chest. Surely she did not expect him to invite her to his quarters, to wine and romance her, especially since she made it very clear what her intentions were..atleast before they had fucked.<br><br>All this aside, she was still annoyed, and yes slightly hurt as the field raises, though she tried hard to keep her face passive and neutral as he speaks of 'lights out' time. Shifting on the cot, carefully so that the top she had dragged back over her remained covering her more private bits, that he had already seen, Kyra slips beneath the rough blanket, her shorn hair falling against the thin pillow. "I sup'se it doe'nt really matter..lights go off..lights go on.." Her words were weary, tired as her body still produced the relaxing euphoria after climax, though her mind and heart seemed heavy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>10-11-2007, 04:24:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good, then," MacPhearson said without much enthusiasm.&nbsp; And then he managed to tear himself away from his prisoner, to leave her and wander off into the ship to try to get some distance from her, get a handle on the situation, and figure out why he had started to behave so unprofessionally.&nbsp; Going into the cell for a toss in the hay.&nbsp; What had he been thinking?&nbsp; And why did he go away from her like a heartbroken teenager after his first breakup, whimpering like a whipped pup?<br><br>It only added to his irritation when he realized that he had left his shirt in the hold.&nbsp; Inside or outside her cell?&nbsp; Should he go get it?&nbsp; No, screw it, he didn't need it, he had others, but it bothered him that he had been so involved with what he had been doing to her soft, firm body that he couldn't even remember what had happened to his shirt.<br><br>Sitting in the pilot's chair, checking instruments and adjusting their course and the gas pressure in the plasma jets, the bounty hunter sighed as he saw the long distance between their current position and their destination.&nbsp; He would have to go back down there at some point, to feed her.&nbsp; He just wouldn't go in the cell again, he decided.&nbsp; It had been fun, insane, but fun, but there was no reason to tempt fate and do it all again, and risk letting his guard down and all the other things that could happen if he was careless.<br><br>"Can't let her get to you," he told himself.&nbsp; As many men do that spend long periods of time alone, he had taken up the habit of talking to himself, though he thought that if he ever started talking back, he would check into the handiest sanitarium.&nbsp; "Can't undo it, but that doesn't mean that you have to make a fuss over it when you get back there.&nbsp; It's not like she is, anyway.&nbsp; Get her in, get paid, and spend some time getting your act together.&nbsp; Yeah, that's what we'll do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>10-11-2007, 04:40:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was not until he left that Kyra leapt from the cot. Though her body is relaxed from the powerful orgasm earlier, her mind was not. Pacing the small cell, picking up his shirt that he had discarded in the midst of his haste to take her, Kyra threw it against the field holding her in. She donnes her too-big of trousers he had allotted her, though she really did not expect him to return. At least not until he came to 'feed' her. <br><br>Her pacing was eratic, sometimes she paced a line, sometimes she walked the four corners but for a very long time she did not stop moving. Why she was getting so worked up over this she does not know, heaven knew she had offered her body in exchange for her freedom in times before, or for other bits of pertinent information. She never felt a drop of remorse for the way those men had treated her afterward, why was this one different? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>12-11-2007, 15:05:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tracing down the source of a tick in the power couplings managed to take MacPhearson's mind off of the problem in his cargo hold for a couple of hours, and covered in engine grease and bleeding from a cut on the back of his hand had given him other things to be irritated at.&nbsp; So when he stood in the shower stall and his mind turned to Kyra, he was able to drown that line of thought long enough to let the stress of the day bleed away, and leave him good and tired and in no mood to traipse after her.&nbsp; He toweled off, rubbed a bit of talc into his skin, and lay down on the bed.&nbsp; He switched the computer monitor to the camera that he'd installed in the prison cells.&nbsp; He mas making sure she hadn't escaped or hurt herself.&nbsp; That was it.&nbsp; Not to check on her.&nbsp; Just a prisoner precaution.&nbsp; That was it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>12-11-2007, 15:12:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If Kyra had any inkling that she might have been watched she does not show it. After a time of pacing and a few bouts of cursing herself, she had managed to sit back down upon the cot, her hands drifting to the stack of books he had brought her. <br><br>Laying back, her knees bent slightly, she opens the tattered book cover of one, her fingers sliding along the first page as she tries to skim the words. Unfortunately her mind continued to work fast and hard over her situation, now seemingly more complicated then ever. Tossing down the book, just as the lights started to dim as he had said they would, Kyra slips back between the rough covers, rolling to her side to bring her knees up to her chest and to try and get some sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>21-11-2007, 19:15:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hours passed, and the ship moved on through the void.&nbsp; At designated intervals, the computer systems would ease its mass out of FTL travel, make some minute adjustment to their heading or orientation, and engage the engines again.&nbsp; The inertial couplers functioned so smoothly that the only clue Kyra might have had of any of this would be the faintest variation in the hum of the engine, or a brief drag on her weight as the gravity generators adjusted to their speed changes.<br><br>MacPhearson woke on what was starship morning, giving himself a baleful glance in the mirror and splashing cold water on his cheeks.&nbsp; He checked the logs.&nbsp; Nothing of interest, nothing beyond the usual.&nbsp; He'd even smoothed out the tics in the IJD generator.&nbsp; No excuse then.&nbsp; He called up the camera and looked in on his prisoner, satisfied himself that she was still there, and went to the mess to manage some food.<br><br>Twelve minutes later, he entered the cargo hold with another tray.&nbsp; Same routine as before, setting it down outside her cell, raising the field a foot or so to let her retrieve it.&nbsp; The smell of coffee and bacon greeted her when the tray was hers.&nbsp; "I thought you would like to clean yourself after breakfast," said the bounty hunter.&nbsp; "Shower and whatnot.&nbsp; I'd have to put you in restraints, but if you cooperate it would be minimal."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>21-11-2007, 19:23:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyra sleeps fitfully, the cot nothing special nor nothing extraordinairy in discomfort, but none the less her sleep was marked with tossing and turning. Because of this, when he finally enters she is slightly less cooperative and easy going, opting to simply stare at him neutrally from her vantage of sitting upon the cot. <br><br>Her short cropped hair could use a washing, and after thier activities a shower was more then welcomed. "Tell me..iffen I did manage ta outpower ya, exactly where would I be goin'?" This was said cynically, not harshly but simply realistically as she moves to slide the tray beneath the field once more. "Far as I know we still be on yer ship." She picks up the coffee and sips it, more for the need of the comforting warmth. She ignores the food, having lost all appetite. <br><br>Once she finished the coffee she pushes the untouched food and the empty cup back beneath the field. Standing now, her short stature seeming to be emphasised in the shapeless gray uniform he had provided. "Well lets get this shower over with..I got places ta go apparently."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>22-11-2007, 22:37:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The cage was opened, and an open hand held out to her.&nbsp; In his eyes, her captor let a bit of an amused twinkle flash.&nbsp; "Just as a hypothetical?&nbsp; All right.&nbsp; Let's just say that you managed to escape from me and lock me in my own holding cells.&nbsp; True, you wouldn't be able to unlock the helm, communications,&nbsp; or the weapon systems from the locks I have on them, and we're cruising most of the way on automatic pilot.&nbsp; And assuming you didn't want to risk frying the system by a hack attempt; what could you do?<br><br>"If it was me, I'd just wait.&nbsp; No matter how certain the course was when it was plotted, if I weren't at the helm adjusting things, sooner or later a planned jump is going to take us too close to a star or heavy gravity event, and the failsafes will terminate the jump before it is initiated and unlock the system for manual course correction.&nbsp; It might be a couple of days out, but it's inevitable at least at some point on the trip.&nbsp; When the helm unlocked, I'd replot the course to the nearest friendly system and jettison one of the escape pods once we got within range of the atmosphere.<br><br>"Not that I've ever done that or anything."&nbsp; He smiled as he lead Kyra out of the cargo hold, through the narrow corridor of the ship.&nbsp; The pair of them passed the engine room, in a passage from the right, and turned a bend in the corridor eighteen feet or so away from the hold, towards the quarters and ammenities.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>22-11-2007, 23:50:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyra snorts as she ignores his hand, not trusting her body's reaction even to a simple touch. Instead she is rather suprised when he starts leading her out of the cargo hold without restraining her. "That's assumin' that I know anythin' about ships. I fight on the groun', I don' trust gadgets if I don' have ta." Her words are matter of fact, though her eyes scan everything as they walked. <br><br>"It soun's like a good an' all plan. I personally would jes' wait until we landed whereever the ship took us an' gone from there." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>23-11-2007, 02:49:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Designed around utilitarian lines, the washroom is nothing special, but there is something about it, perhaps the lights that do not shine so harshly on the gleaming chrone surfaces, perhaps the inanely familiar presence of such things as towels and toothbrushes...whatever it was, there was something less mechanical about the room, less industrial.&nbsp; Toilet, washbasin, and a glass doored, enclosed shower stall with a discreet electronic pad by the seal of the door.<br><br>MacPhearson closed the door behind him, and nodded to the shower cube.&nbsp; "If you ever get taken by a bounty hunter less careful than me and find yourself in such straits again, feel free to use my trick.&nbsp; I'll wave the royalties just for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>23-11-2007, 02:57:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyra noted the less intimidating atmosphere of the room, though that did not relieve the tension she herself felt. Being so near him once more brought back the memories of his hands upon her body, his lips against hers. Shaking off a moment of recollection, the rebel turned toward the shower looking back at him briefly before entering the small cubicle shutting the glass door behind her. <br><br>Though the door offered little in the way of cover she felt better, just a bit, behind it. Quickly undressing, trying to act as if nothing in the world mattered, Kyra tosses the mishappened gray clothings out of the cubicle. The bruise upon her neck and her nipple from his lips and teeth standing out against her rich skin tones. "Hmm Perhaps..I find that I don' like ta settle on a game plan until it happens..too many thin's ta go wrong." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>23-11-2007, 03:02:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she had tossed out the clothing, Kyra saw the man himself standing just on the other side of the door, palming the pad.&nbsp; It didn't take a large leap to figure out that she wasn't getting out until he opened the door from the outside.&nbsp; "Wouldn't necessarily work on this ship," he said as he moved to the door of the room.&nbsp; "But you never know, and it never hurts to have a half-dozen plans in the back of your mind, in case you need them one day.&nbsp; When I was in the work camps, I'd spend every off-duty hour they gave me thinking about ways to overpower or avoid the guards and escape.&nbsp; Most of them were crap, but being a prisoner makes you terribly creative and try to hunt down any weakness in a system."<br><br>Beneath his breath, he sighed at the sight over her lithe body, obfuscated by the glass of the shower door.&nbsp; He could imagine well enough what she looked like, slim and soft and smooth and....yeah.&nbsp; That wasn't something he wanted to think about.&nbsp; He had something to do...in another part of the ship.&nbsp; He shut the door behind him, even if he had to wrench himself away from her mid sentence, and paced about the corridors angrily, unable to drive the thought of her from his mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>23-11-2007, 03:20:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyra realizes she is locked in this little cubicle, quite a bit smaller then the other cell that he had locked her in. At first, when he leaves, she feels a sense of relief at not having to shower in front of him. She firmly has to remind herself it was not because of the erotic nature of cleansings one's most intimate parts in front of a man who not twenty four hours before had been ravaging her body. <br><br>Turning, adjusting the heat of the water to where steam arose, obscuring her form should he return at that moment, and also obscuring her own vision out. Sighing as the hot water ran over her body, soothing the aches that the tension in her shoulders and back has caused, Kyra begins to systematically clean herself. <br><br>It was only after the shower was complete, turning off the water that the impact of being trapped within these walls completely naked and wet hit her. At how vulnerable she actually was at this moment. Her back is pressed against the wall so that she could watch out the contoured glass of the shower, sliding to a seated position upon the floor of the shower, her knees raised to her chin as she looked out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>23-11-2007, 03:23:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All of his famed resolve, all of his legendary willpower didn't seem to be worth the spit it would take to talk about how inflexible he was, how unmoved by the thought of her, the memory of her flesh.&nbsp; And in the end, it took him slightly less than nine minutes before he left the galley, his bacon and eggs half eaten on the plate, and march double quick with determination and a fair dose of speed to the washroom.&nbsp; The water was off, he could hear, and the shower cube had kept the steam contained, so he could not see in, but she was in there, he knew.&nbsp; <br><br>Stripping his own clothes, MacPhearson saw himself in the mirror; eyes wild and filled with hunger, lips pulled tight, and barely recognized himself; he that had prided himself on his self-control.&nbsp; It didn't matter, the only thing that mattered was...<br><br>Palming the door, opening it, stepping in.&nbsp; Her.&nbsp; He crouched down, lifting her up, and pressed her against the wall of the shower, kissing her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>23-11-2007, 03:34:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyra knows that she has not been finished too long before she could hear the outer door open, though it seemed almost an eternity. Confused at the time it takes for him to release the locking mechanism, not too long again but certainly longer then it took to simply palm the lock. <br><br>When the door opened and he stepped in, the cloud of steam rolling out the open door, parting to reveal his nudity to her. Brown eyes widen as he drags her upward, and her body wars with her mind. "No..." she breathes just before his lips found hers.<br><br>The rasp of his beard once more brings back the memories of the night before, as well as kindles the desires within her. Though her mind screamed at her to deny him, fight him, her body betrays her and clings to his shoulders. Her self-preservation demands that she thrust him away, but her fingers simply curl wtihin his hair, drawing him closer. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>24-11-2007, 16:23:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes," was the answer, and all Kyra had to do was look in his eyes to know that he wasn't going to accept another reply.&nbsp; He was not the tender, considerate lover he had been the night before; savage passion ruled the bounry hunter.&nbsp; A desire for conquest burned in him, a hunger that was not sweet or kind; more demanding than the harshest task master, a primitive, passionate animal.<br><br>He lifted her with strong hands on her hips, on her legs, and carried her from that bathroom, carried her, kissing and groping and biting and sucking any bit of flesh that came to hand or mouth.&nbsp; She was dimly aware that they were in another room, that the metal flooring was covered with carpet, that dim music softened the harsh lines of the ship, that she was lowered onto a bed softer than a cloud before he climbed atop her, holding down her wrists above her head, parting her legs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>24-11-2007, 16:33:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyra's insecurities over being locked in a small prison-like cubicle naked and vulnerable were only hieghtened by his apparent determination to take her. A gasp and a whimper is heard as he lifts her bodily, wet and dripping from her shower, and carries her away. Though she squirms, she does not try fully to break his grip on her, his hands lips teeth and tongue causing her body to respond to his beastial urges and handling.<br><br>Laid down upon the matress, her body sinking in lightly, then more so when his wieght is combined with hers, Kyra bucks against him futilely, her arms trapped above her head stretching her body causing her breasts, and her hardened nipples to raise slightly with the movement. She does not protest, thinks it would be a waste of breath though her body has and does respond to him, legs parting to reveal her sex to his eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>24-11-2007, 23:41:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His thumb ran up and down the shaved lips of her sex, gathering moisture from the folds of her skin where the water that had cleaned her had yet to be dried off, from the hot, smooth folds of her pussy, and then pressed at her passage, firm and forceful and sliding in with a push of his corded forearm.&nbsp; He raised up, looking down into her eyes.&nbsp; She could see the smoldering lust in him, knew him to be utterly in lust with her, and thinking not at all with his mind, but with that stiff member she could feel pressing against her thigh.&nbsp; "Still don't want to?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>24-11-2007, 23:49:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyra's body does long for his, when he touches her most private self he would be very aware of this by the dew that has already collected. The gasp and moan that emits from her throat and lips contradict her as she shakes her head. The slight upraising of her hips as desire spikes through her belies the mind that is rebelling over the thought of being his play toy for whenever <em>he</em> felt the urge. <br><br><br>Her hands still captured above her head, the grip of his hand surprisingly strong as she struggles to break free, though at this moment she can not be sure that she wants to push him off or pull him in. Her eyes hold a mixture of lust, desire, pleasure, and a bit of shame as she lays exposed beneath him. "Please.." She begins but stops suddenly whenever a sex clenches against his thumb.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>25-11-2007, 00:03:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding, MacPhearson slid his thumb from her warm, tight passage, bringing it with almost comic reverence to his mouth, sucking the juice from it with lip-smacking satisfaction.&nbsp; He released his pinning grip on her wrists, rolling in the thick, spacious bed with her slender form pressed against him, until he lay on his back, hands on her hips, and angling his cock up, into her.<br><br>With a steady, guiding, he lowered her, letting himself slide up and in, letting her weight impale her, looking up at the luscious body, feeling the thrill of ownership, of control, however briefly, however transitory it would be.&nbsp; "Mine," he said, softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>25-11-2007, 00:11:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brown eyes watch with wide-eyed desire as he suckled her moisture from his thumb, the sight arousing her more then she thought such a simple thing could do. She was still struggling to get past the thought of being a vessel for his pleasure, when she was suddenly rolled over him, his hands at her hips guiding her upon his hard shaft, filling her stretching her. It was when he spoke, that one simple word that the barrier that kept her mind from truly submitting to this broke, the softly spoken 'mine' sent shivers and a sense of rightness through her. <br><br>Experimentally she shifts her hips, the thick cock within her pussy sliding along her inner walls causing a groan to blur her own answering word that sounded suspiciously like an agreeable "Yours.." to her own surprised ears.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>25-11-2007, 00:44:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmmm," he said, as he stopped supporting her weight, and let gravity pull her down, until their hips were pressed together, until his cock was as deep in Kyra as it could go, and he could feel the delicious tightness all around him, feel the soft skin beneath his calloused hands.&nbsp; He reached up, lifting, fondling her breasts, and gave his hips and upward buck.&nbsp; "Fuck me," he told her, giving her more encouragement with another little lift of his hips.&nbsp; "I want to watch you cum."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>25-11-2007, 00:54:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyra hears the command in his voice, the feeling of his hardness filling her, pressing against her walls, all serve to kindle her passions. It was as if she was being burned slowly from the inside out, her flesh pinkening easily darkening the already dusky color. His hands on her breast harden her nipples, until they were tight little buds, so sensitive to his touch that pinpoints of pleasure shoots through her.<br><br>Shifting so taht she has better leverage, Kyra rocks her hips against his, first slowly easing him out of her only to pull him back in. This is done several times, the rebel enjoying the slight friction of his cock pulling against her slick walls. However her own body refuses to allow her o keep up the slow pace, and she begins to rock quicker and harder against him, filling herself over and over with his erection. The scarred body of her torso trembles as the once proud rebel leader succumbs and becomes a slave to her body's desire.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>26-11-2007, 03:25:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quicker and quicker went her frenzied pace, and each downward thrust of her hips was met with a groan of pleasure, and as they came faster and faster a sheen of sweat glittered on his scarred torso, on his brow, making their bodies slide together with sticky heat.&nbsp; The muscles of his abdomen contracted as he lifted his chest and shoulders up, brushing the damp hair from her face, rubbing her cheek with his hand, still answering her thrusts with those of his own, even as he looked into her eyes, hunger, fire ready to consume her.<br><br>MacPhearson pulled Kyra off of him, laid her facedown on the bed, squeezing and massaging her ass cheeks as he lifted her rear into the air.&nbsp; Thumbs parted, and pressed against her bottom, feeling its warm, dry heat, giving it an experimental press.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>26-11-2007, 03:34:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The pressure deep within Kyra's sex was steadily building, with every thrust that pulled him deep within her. Her hands trace along the scars upon his chest, thrilling in the feel of his heat, roaming and exploring. Her breaths were quicker now, almost ragged when suddenly he is pulling her off of him.<br><br>Kyra gives a surprised cry, one that was both disappointed and pleased as he caresses her ass. It was not until he begins to press against the tiny puckered rosebud that her body stiffens, her fingers curling into the sheets of the mattress. A whimper is given, but she does not try to move away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>27-11-2007, 17:12:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slow enough that he does not tear her, but not fast enough for her to sufficiently relax enough to take his finger without pain, MacPhearson fingers her ass, sliding a sweat-slick digit in and out, in and out.&nbsp; When he has penetrated her to his second knuckle, Kyra can feel him moving behind her, aligning his hips with hers.<br><br>The finger withdraws, but there is another pressure quick to present itself.&nbsp; His cock; and he begins to push it in with small, forceful jerks of his hips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>27-11-2007, 17:33:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyra cries out, a painfilled cry that is wrenched from her throat as his finger intrudes into her virgin hole, stretching and filling her without relent. Her eyes were wide, tears forming in their depths but not falling, simply making them shiny as she grunts with his thrusts. <br><br>When she feels him moving she begins squirms, and when he withdraws his fingers, a gasp of relief is given only to be replaced by a groan as she feels him positioning himself, pressing and pushing. "Noooo please...." She gasps out, as she feels the thickness of his shaft forcing itself into her tight passage, her muscle ring rebelling clenching and trying to expel the intrusion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>27-11-2007, 18:32:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As if her begging him to stop was heard as encouragement, he increased the force in his hips, driving himself into her virgin ass to his base.&nbsp; His testicles swung, slapping her pussy with the force of his momentum, and Kyra heard him grunt savagely.&nbsp; He pulled out, only to thrust again, a little faster, fingers digging into her hip bones for purchase, half lifting her from the bed as he fucks her.<br><br>With a slap of her ass, he moves into a steady rhythm, curling a hand around her belly to rub between her legs.&nbsp; "Mine," he repeated.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>27-11-2007, 18:42:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Instinct begins to set in as he continues to force his way into her rear, lubricated only wtih her own moisture that does enough to where he can slip in but not nearly enough to make the experiance pleasurable for her. Her legs begin to shift, trying to gain purchase, but his fingers dug themselves into her hips, lifting her lower portions from the bed, leaving only her hands. Every thrust is met by a gut-wrenching grunt, though as each thrust stretches her ass more, each was also a little more manageable, a tiny bit less painful. <br><br>By now tears have started to fall from her eyes, but they were tears of anger, not from the discomfort, she has been through worse discomfort then this before. The slap of her ass sends a growl, her hands twisting in the sheets as she tries to drag herself away from his invading cock, at the samet ime trying to get her muscles to relax enough to where the intense stretching isn't as bad. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>27-11-2007, 18:47:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fortunately for her anal virginity, the pleasure of the exquisite ass beneath him overwhelms his control.&nbsp; After a few minutes more, after his pace quickens and his noises become constant and absolutely savage, she can feel him tremble, as he fills her with a last, punishing thrust. <br><br>He partially collapsed on top of her, panting, and then rolling off and pulling from her ass with a moist sound.&nbsp; He sat up, looking down at her, sweat stained brow focused on her, and a satisfied smirk on his lips.&nbsp; "Nice," he said in a raw voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>27-11-2007, 18:56:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyra squeezes her eyes closed as his thrusts quicken, sobs now being dragged from her lips, shaking her shoulders almost more then his harsh thrusts were. She doubted he could even hear her grunts and cries from his own growls and noises, that last night had been music to her ears, but today were nothing more then vicious and lewd. <br><br>The gush of warmth in her abused passage, the last powerful thrust forcing air from her lungs in a ragged exhale, and Kyra feels him slump against her. Finally the intruder pulled from her passage, the feeling of his length relieving her sore hole fills her with indescribable relief. She would have simply laid there perhaps, with his cum leaking from her reddened ass, but his voice, the word that sounded so derisive to her ears snapped something within her. With a savage cry, a speed born of shame and outrage, Kyra curls her hand into a fist, lashing out against him. "Ya bastard...ya assho'e.." A litany of curses falling from her lips as she struggles time and again to land punches, kicks, perhaps even a few bites upon him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>28-11-2007, 18:57:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Post-coital, men tend to be at their most vulnerable, given to sleepiness and euphoric bliss.&nbsp; MacPhearson was really not that different, and Kyra's violent attack against him, therefore, caught him almost off-guard.&nbsp; Holding up his hands to ward off her blows and kicks, he slid backwards off the bed, landing with a thump.&nbsp; He scrambled to his feet, knowing that few things in the universe were less dignified than a naked man flailing around with an irate woman, but quickly told himself to sod dignity.<br><br>Taking hold of her only got him bit, and he swore venomously, trying to pin her down beneath his weight until she calmed down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>28-11-2007, 19:09:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling her punches land, even only on his upraised arms made Kyra feel a tiny bit better, the sound of the thump as he fell from the bed even more so. The taste of the sweat slick flesh as she managed to sink her teeth into a muscular arm caused her swearing to pause as she fairly howls in truimph, though even she knew it could not last.<br><br>Eventually he does subdue her, her body pressed beneath him and into the mattress. The soreness in her ass as she squirmed beneath him gives fuel to the fire but it wasn't too long before she finally gives in, her tears having stopped though her cheeks were still wet, and the anger in her dark eyes fairly boiling. Panting from her exertions, her small body remains trapped beneath his, her brows furrowing as she speaks in a harsh voice, "Git..offa me.." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>28-11-2007, 19:13:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Right," he said, his voice hard.&nbsp; He was panting and sweaty, not only from fighting with her, but from the violent sex-act that had sparked her outrage in the first place, and had to pause for a good minute or so to catch his breath before he got up.&nbsp; More wary, he was in a relaxed self-defense posture, ready to subdue her if she should lash out again.&nbsp; Perhaps he even secretly looked forward to it if she tried; slightly embarrassed having been caught off guard.&nbsp; <br><br>"First time in the ass, rebel?" he sneered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>28-11-2007, 19:21:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As soon as he removed his wieght, Kyra scoots across the bed away from him to curl up though this put more pressure upon her sore bottom. Her mind was trying to adjust to the differences in him, last night she had offered herself and he had been a generous, and yes passionate lover, the bruises still evidenced upon her neck and nipple proved it. Today he had been aggressive, but her body had responded and she had enjoyed his attentions until the end..<br><br>"Firs' time bein' raped..fergiv' me if I be less then civil.." Her voice was thick, her eyes flashing. She does not consider the possibility that he might have mistaken her willingness at first to have over spilled into a percieved willingness for the second half. "Jes' take me back ta my cage..an' leave me be." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>28-11-2007, 19:25:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"God, women are all the same," he muttered.&nbsp; "Everything's roses and chocolate, the next thing you know they're trying to put a knee into the dangly parts."&nbsp; With a shrug, the bounty hunter took Kyra by the arm, half-dragging, half walking her back to the cargo bin, and from there into her cell.&nbsp; In their haste, they had left the baggy clothes she'd been given back in the bathroom, and even after it all, he couldn't help but look at her nude form.&nbsp; <br><br>After securing her, he sat down, running a hand through his hair and giving her a sour look.&nbsp; "You know, I can't figure you out.&nbsp; I thought you wanted me to, why are you acting like I did something horrible?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>28-11-2007, 19:33:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he had carried her from the bathroom, her mind was on other things, but now being half dragged back Kyra prayed that he didn't have any crew that might chance upon her. Naked, shivering slightly as he pushes her into the cell, Kyra takes the blanket from her narrow cot and covers her small form. <br><br>Her brows furrow at his words, confusion as well as shame and anger riding on her face as she mimcries his actions, dragging her own hand through her damp locks. "I..I do wan..did want ya..." She admits, forcefully changing the do to past tense, too upset to admit that her body was still in an heightened state of awareness of him. "An'..I mean.." Flustered she stops herself, taking a deep breath, starting to wonder if perhaps he really didn't realize why she was upset. <br><br>"Ya were right..I never..I mean..I ain' never had anyone in my ass before.." Sniffling, Kyra drags a rough hand over her eyes, "An' ya were so rough..an' I told ya, I begged ya not ta..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>01-12-2007, 20:51:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Look," he started to say, but just what she was supposed to look at was not revealed, because he left the word hanging in the air without following it up; the hand he had lifted to make a point dropped back to his side.&nbsp; He walked back and forth across the hold a few times, sometimes stopping to look at her, as if he had been about to say something.<br><br>Finally, after a minute or so of this, he stopped and came as close to her as the energy field would allow.&nbsp; "I...I got carried away.&nbsp; I thought that we were both just...playing, and the being rough was part of the game.&nbsp; I'm not...I wouldn't have if I thought you had meant it.&nbsp; I'm sorry if I hurt you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>01-12-2007, 20:58:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyra doesn't say anything for a moment, leaving the words he spoke hanginga as she pulled the blanket more firmly around her. Her eyes are cast away from him, her lower lip tucked between her teeth slightly as she pondered upon his words. Wondering how much to admit to him about her feelings on the whole situation, which played a large part in her unwillingness to participate, and how much to simply let pass. <br><br>It would be wisest to simply accept his apology and try to endure the remainder of the flight. Kyra knew this, but she also knew she didn't want to leave him wth the impression that she was, had been, completely against the whole incident. Finally she speaks, her voice almost a whisper, "It wasn' about yer roughness..I jes' don' like bein' used like some ..some whore at yer convience." A sigh, and a shift upon the cot before she continues in much the same tones, "Locked away in a cage, brought out when ya want ta fuck an' then locked back away.." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>02-12-2007, 20:22:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"This isn't working," he said, after a long pause and a stone-cold look that might have made Kyra felt as if she was about to be pushed out an airlock.&nbsp; Sighing, the bounty hunter sat down, but restlessly; his leg shook like he'd taken too many stims, and he clearly looked ready to bound out of the chair at a second's notice.<br><br>"I told myself it would just be the once, that I'd be professional with you and we wouldn't fuck again.&nbsp; But when I thought about you in the shower.&nbsp; Naked and wet and..." he slammed his hand on his thigh, wincing.&nbsp; "I can't keep my thoughts straight around you.&nbsp; Damn it, this has never happened to me before."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>02-12-2007, 20:31:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lifting her shoulders, a shrug that was both flippant and timid somehow as she unconciously shifted a little closer to the walls of her cell. The little movement shifted the blanket enough for a bare shoulder to be revealed, along with the little 'lovebite' he had left upon her neck. "If it makes ya feel any better I am in the same boat..It started out jes' a way ta get yer guard down..somethin' mind ya that I have done before." Never had she felt ashamed by her actions, any of them. She full well knew that men are often at their most vulnerable when they have a woman in their arms, and she has taken advantage of that before. Yet now she winces almost as she speaks.<br><br>"An' then..it jes' wasn' like that anymore, an' while I can' logically fault ya fer leavin' me locked in here...or lockin' me naked in the shower..I don' know..It jes' makes me feel.." Again a shrug, not sure how to continue or what word could describe the sinking feeling she had in her gut since they had copulated so wonderfully rough the night before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>02-12-2007, 20:34:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Like a toy," he completed.&nbsp; "Like something I'd keep in a toolbox and take out.&nbsp; Here's the spanner, it's for loosening and tightening lug nuts.&nbsp; Here's the hammer, pound in nails with it.&nbsp; Here's the prisoner; take her out for a shag."<br><br>He sighed, and stood, and came over, and opened her cell.&nbsp; Unlike each previous time when he did this, he did not stand defensively between her and a system panel or anything that could be a weapon, but, rather, stood off to one side.&nbsp; "Come on.&nbsp; Let's sit down at a table and figure out what we're going to do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>02-12-2007, 20:47:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding, the short curls of her hair falling forward over her brow, not quite long enough to hide the downward cast of her eyes. In this moment, anyone looking at Kyra would be hard pressed to believe that she had fought and survived many bounty hunters, many soldiers, and many other battles in her life. It is kind of hard to look imposing when your wrapped in nothing but a rough blanket, cheeks blazing with an uncommon blush. "Yeah..that's it.." She readily agrees to his accurate describtion of her feelings, taking her slightly by surprise that he had been able to nail the feelings so well. <br><br>His movements do not cause her to stiffen, or to try to move away, or even move into a defensive posture surprisingly enough. She simply accepted his motions, her eyes crinkling slightly around the corners as the field shimmered down, and while she noted that he stood rather casually, and not as if she was liable to try and pull a fast one on him, she does not even hold a single thought of such in her mind. The only thought was if she should move with him where he would lead, clutching a blanket around her shoulders, or simply leave it here and accompany him bared as he was. <br><br>In the end she decided it prudent to remain covered, both of them having shown little descretion even when presented fully clothed. Moving toward the opened door, not trying to take the lead, for one not sure where a table would be, for another not wanting him to think she was attempting anything untowardly. "We ..Lead on.." She started to say something but had in the end simply gestured for him to lead, the fear was not of him, not really, simply confusion of the unknown.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>05-12-2007, 20:59:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Down the hall, left at the perpendicular hallway running fore and aft the ship takes them to the galley, which is equipped with a long table and benches, all bolted to the floor in the center of the cramped room.&nbsp; The remnants of breakfast little the countertops and the surface of the electric range.&nbsp; He poured himself a fresh cup of coffee, and sat down at the bench, unashamedly naked.<br><br>"So.&nbsp; I have.&nbsp; Feelings for you."&nbsp; He began, firing out the words in short clusters with searching pauses in between them.&nbsp; "Or maybe it's just a case of uncontrollable lust.&nbsp; Either way, I'm not fit to be turning you over for any reward money.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>05-12-2007, 21:15:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyra follows him readily, the blanket held close around her more out of the need to feel less then vulnerable. She watches his form appreciatively, watching the way his wirey body moves. Once he moves to pour himself some coffee, Kyra settles now on a bench, looking around the room out of force of habit.<br><br>"It be jes' lust I'm sure.." She remarks, it being a lot more safe feeling to chalk up the desires between them to lust rather then anything else. "An' I don' be wantin' ta take away yer paycheck.." She pausing, slightly surprised at what she was about to suggest, considering this turn of events was working decidedly in her favor. A small part of her, one she quickly silenced, told her it was because she didn't want him to think that she was only doing what she wants because of the advantage it gave her. "Most likely I ken slip away..iffen not I knew the risks.." Shrugging her shoulders again, letting the blanket slip off once she is reasonably sure that there was perhaps no crew on board. "I won' try ta escape, if ya don' lock me away..an' we can..enjoy each other until we get there..then ya get yer money, an' we can..jes' part our separate ways." Her words are slow, but deliberate..a bargain of sorts. She does not speak of the tiny lurch that came in her chest when she spoke of just parting as if it was nothing more then a tryst.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>18-12-2007, 16:53:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh that was tempting.&nbsp; Best of both worlds, wasn't it?&nbsp; He would enjoy the pleasure of her company, and get the payout in the end.&nbsp; MacPhearson did in fact consider her offer, but to his credit, not for very long before he shook&nbsp; his head.&nbsp; "No.&nbsp; Sorry.&nbsp; I can't.&nbsp; It's not that I don't appreciate that you were trying to help me but...this is my own fault as much as it is yours."&nbsp; He made a sour-lemon face, frustrated at his own inability to articulate what was going through his mind.<br><br>"It's just...I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I turned you in.&nbsp; Because I care about you now, and I don't imagine the next few days would make that any less so.&nbsp; Unless you get more accurate with your kicks, of course."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>18-12-2007, 17:02:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Leaning back, Kyra eyed the bounty hunter with one raised brow. "Jes' cause ya don' want ta turn me in, doesn' mean that the government goin' to jes' retract it's reward." She gives a quiet chuckle, suddenly aware of how inane their posture and behavior was. Not thirty minutes before she was accusing him of rape, and now they were sitting nude discussing political movements. One hand raises to pass over her face, weary due to lack of decent sleep, as well as exertions from the day. <br><br>"How do ya know ya care about me?" She asks after a moment of silence, her head tilted slightly. "How do ya know its not jes' hormonal urges?" Hormonal urges would definitely be more easily pushed aside, and Kyra was not quite ready to face that it might not be just anything.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>18-12-2007, 17:44:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hormonal urges at my age?&nbsp; I'm in good shape, good enough, but I'm not exactly a teenager here, confusing every pretty girl that gives me a bit of wood for my 'one true love.'&nbsp; He gave a self-depreciating chuckle, and stood up.&nbsp; "I need to give you back your clothes.&nbsp; You're distracting me, sitting there the way you are.&nbsp; I keep thinking about...you know.&nbsp; And we should see this through, at least."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>18-12-2007, 18:11:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I believe ya cut my clothin' an' left it on the planet.." Her words are mirthful, with just a bit of humor as she tightened the blanket once more around her shoulders. Becoming more serious, her dark eyes losing quite a bit of thier twinkle to them as she tilts her head toward the side, contemplating. "I don' mind..'you know'..jes' iffen I say no then it generally means no..I don' play games too much."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 20:30:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Another pair of gray slacks and shirt was produced for the rebel from some cupboard or another, and after handing the garments over to her, MacPhearson turned his back to allow her some modicum of decency as she dressed.&nbsp; Ludicrous after all he had seen of her, after all she had seen of him, for that matter, given his alleycat like lack of shame his own nakedness had presented just a few minutes ago, but there it was.&nbsp; Even given their "heart to heart," Kyra noticed that he did not leave her alone unsecured.&nbsp; Not yet, at least.<br><br>He leaned back against the wall near the galley entrance, and gave her a bittersweet, helpless smile.&nbsp; "I can only apologize so many times.&nbsp; Answer a question for me, would you?&nbsp; Why do you shave?&nbsp; I mean, you couldn't have been expecting...were you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 20:52:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyra watches as he moves, trying not to be too obvious about it, accepting the clothing he gave to her without a word. Slipping into the clothing quickly, absurdly grateful for being dressed once more she runs her fingers through her still damp shorn locks in an attempt at straightening them. She did not really blame him for not leaving her alone again, 'feelings' or not it would be simply a lack of judgement to automatically trust someone whom ten minutes before was considered your prisoner. <br><br>"Shave? Oh!" At first she hadn't understood what he meant, but realization made a smile lift the corners of her lips. "Well fer one, I done told ya..I was never beyond usin'..my feminine wiles so ta speak ta get what I needed..but that is not really the reason. Is the same reason that I keep my hair cut short..ya never know what climates ya have ta run to..and too much hair gets..uncomfortable in the humid area's." A blush darkens her cheeks slightly but she does not turn her head or her gaze away from him. "Ya know, jes' cause yer not gonna be turnin' me in...doesn' mean that others are gonna stop huntin' fer me. Might be safer ta jes' drop me off somewhere..fer ya I mean."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 21:04:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"True," he said in response to her last point.&nbsp; "And it's not a bad idea.&nbsp; It's certainly the path of least resistance.&nbsp; No wait, I take it back.&nbsp; Least resistance is just to pretend that this little tete to tete never happened and turn you over as planned."&nbsp; He shrugged, and made a sweeping motion with his hand, like he was clearing off a table of an undesirable notion.&nbsp; "So much for that.&nbsp; But it would have to be some place where you could go to ground while I went on with maintaining the fiction that I was off in pursuit of you.&nbsp; It wouldn't do my reputation a lick of good if you got turned up in a system where I had been too recently.&nbsp; Thoughts?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A hunter and his Bounty (Unnatural Selection and Sherona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 21:15:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lowering her gaze as he speaks, her lower lip tucked between her teeth she sighs as he speaks of it being simply easier to turn her over. She had offered that solution already and would still stand by that decision if he so chose to. <br><br>Sighing she leans her elbows back on the table, curling one leg up under her with a slight wince as the soreness in her rear made itself known. "Hmm, well I sup'ose iffen ya found me on that last planet others probabbly got wind of my little hidey hole there...I got friend's on Earth but that might be jes' a bit too open. P'raps ya should jes' drop me off on Terria, the Terrians aren't too friendly but they usually look the other way iffen ya pay 'em somethin'."
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