Into the Black (Woegman & Kit)
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				Title: <strong>Into the Black (Woegman &amp; Kit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>woegman</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 04:22:52</strong>
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				<strong>An entry from the personal memoirs of Roger Anson Harrison (Rah)...Stardate...ah, who cares, really?</strong><br><br>I was having a lovely dream...a dream about a pair of gorgeous, raven-haired beauties getting ready to inflict all sorts of adult-orientated pleasures upon my more-than-willing personage.&nbsp; I smiled with the deep contentment of a man who doesn’t care if he’s dreaming, so long as he dies before the dream ends.&nbsp; Yeah, it was that kind of dream.<br><br>“Oh, Rah,” Beauty number one began, her warm hands caressing me in all sorts of places that I won’t mention in this, a relatively kid-friendly story, “I can’t wait to knock your knocking knock...”<br><br>“What the knock?” I questioned, frowning.&nbsp; Then Beauty One turned to Beauty Two, a look of confusion on her face.<br><br>“Knock-knock-knock,” she asked the second, who responded with an equally quizzical “Knock-knock-knock-KNOCK!”<br><br>Then suddenly, I was pulled from the delicious depths of deepest slumber, of pharmaceutically induced heaven, and dragged back into the reality of a dimly-lit room, a Promium and vodka induced hangover pounding almost as loudly as the asshole assailing my door, and a faint whiff of something that smelled vaguely like cheese.&nbsp; I groaned, loudly.&nbsp; The knocking continued.<br><br>I looked over at the nightstand next to the bed.&nbsp; There was a collection of items there; an IDent badge, fake...a wad of bills of the local currency...a cheap watch that I took as a pity bet...and a RendarCorp GX55High Yield Slug thrower, .55 caliber.&nbsp; I reached for the instrument of mass destruction, and growled, aiming it at the door, and the incessant pounding coming from behind it.&nbsp; For a brief moment, I considered firing, but then wisdom caught up with the hangover and I decided the better of it.&nbsp; For one thing, I admit that I have an unnerving and disgusting respect for human life...and for another, the GX55 was anything but silent, and the last thing my headache needed at this moment was the thundering cacophony of my hand sized cannon.&nbsp; Instead, I rolled to the side of the bed, and vomited.<br><br>For those of you who are unaware of the fact, let me state this now: Promium and Vodka do not mix.&nbsp; The first is a very expensive, very controlled chemical blood diffuser, and the second...well, if you don’t know the potency of good vodka, I simply won’t try to explain.&nbsp; Taken together, the Promium acts as an expedient to the effects of the alcohol...meaning you get a killer buzz on less drink, but the after effects are tremendously multiplied, to the point that it is even lethal to some species.&nbsp; The Androckians, for example...the curious few who tried this terrible combination found out that curiousity kills the proverbial, and in their case, literal, cat. Alas, I can’t resist the curiousity myself...but then, I was bred not too.&nbsp; The knocking continued, and I retched again.&nbsp; This was going to be one hell of a morning.<br><br>As the pounding in the background continued to match the pounding in my head, I rose slowly from my cheap mattress (doorknob included), and groped pitifully for something to wear.&nbsp; My hands closed on the sickly, plastic feeling courtesy robe that came standard in these low-rent dives; a pale, pinkish thing decorated with what was either badly made floral prints or incredibly artistic spatters of unidentified bodily fluids of various sorts.&nbsp; I slipped this on, and trudged toward the sink and mirror on the wall opposite of the door.&nbsp; The knocking lessened, becoming more of an intense banging.&nbsp; Impatient ingrate, whoever it was. <br><br>At the mirror, I squinted at the disheveled, unshaven me, and practiced the grimace I would use when I answered the door.&nbsp; When I was satisfied that my appearance would instill fear in the hearts of even the most stalwart daredevils, I trod my way to the door, stopping briefly to slip the GX55 into the pocket of my hideous robe.&nbsp; Approaching the door, I shook myself out, rolled my head a few times, and then looked out the peeper to get an idea of exactly who it was that would feel the secondhand ire and wrath of my hangover...and then, my jaw dropped open, and the grimace I had worked so hard on slid off my face. Standing on the other side of the duraplast door…actually, kicking on the other side of the door, was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She even outpaced the raven haired vixens of my now gleefully interrupted dream, this stunning temptress dressed in a black and purple jump suit, black hair with a streak of purple, pale skin, milky and perfect, and curves, glorious curves in all the right places. So naturally, I opened the door.<br><br>I can already hear the sounds of you, my faithful reader, pounding your head against the datapad at my obvious and outstandingly chauvinistic display of willful stupidity. Ok, so I admit, I have a weakness for dark-haired women...and a weakness for powerful, willful women to boot…but said weaknesses are normally not enough to bypass the usually excellent circuitry of self-preservation that is stored within my noggin. Unfortunately, however, there are other factors in this case. You see, Promium and vodka, along with providing a terrific buzz and a terrible hangover, have an added effect on me. They make me susceptible to my own irresistible charms. What charms? Ah, yes, I have forgotten to mention that part, haven't I? Alright, let me fill you in, as briefly as possible.<br><br>I am not human; at least, I am not your standard, run of the mill human. While I may look entirely like a normal human male (and not an extraordinarily distinctive one), I possess certain genetically engineered differences that make me something else entirely. I am a chimera, of sorts, a mixture of human and Androckian DNA, a combination of two races that were never meant to exist together. As such, while I may look entirely human, I have certain traits of the Androckians, and other traits that only came about from the mixing of the two. For example, much like that feline styled race, I have an extraordinarily overdeveloped sense of curiosity. I'm not curious to the point of stupidity, mind you; my aforementioned sense of self-preservation is entirely intact. I am, however, more likely to take risks, to poke my nose where it doesn't belong, and to live, as some put it, on the edge. I also have an unnerving sense of self-confidence.<br><br>The side effects of this slice and dice on my genetic code are both good and bad. One unexpected consequence is that I have complete control over my body's production of a certain chemicals known as pheromones…that is, the natural scents that a body produces that influence the way others feel around you. My control of these pheromones is acute, and I have learned, through years of training, to focus them and influence the emotions of others by doing so, and even at times to erase myself from notice. Though I am not the most handsome devil in universe, I can make even the biggest holovid starlettes swoon at my mere presence. I can take an angry policeman and turn him into my best friend. I can make people believe that I would never do them harm, and that I love them with all my heart…or I can make them fear me as if I were the devil himself.&nbsp; And if all else fails, I can make them forget they ever saw me in the first place.&nbsp; All in all, a fairly useful ability, don't you think?<br><br>The drawback to this is twofold. The first is that Androckians do not react the same to the pheromones as humans do…and I haven't had the practice to find out what works for them. Still, my contact with their species is limited, so this is not a huge concern. The big one, the bad one, the one that caused the above mentioned lack of intelligence, is that the genetic slicing managed to make me allergic to my own blood. Yep…it’s just like someone tried to pump a human body full of Androckian blood – the two just do not mix. The only way to keep my human cells from attacking my Androckian cells, and vice versa, is to take regular doses of Promium, which diffuses the immune haemolysis reaction of my blood. In the process, however, it makes me fall victim to the very pheromones that I am normally immune to, at least briefly, whenever mixed with alcohol. With this raven haired beauty, my natural instinct was to kick in the love potion number nine mix, and hence, my loving and stupidly trustworthy state. This, of course, brings up the question: why do I drink? Because I like the buzz, of course. Have we sidetracked enough yet? I think so. Let's continue…where were we? Ah…yes…the door…<br><br>Now, just because I was in an unusually loving and trusting mood, doesn't mean that I was entirely careless. If you knew the kind of women that normally attracted me, you'd understand that it wouldn't do well for my survival if I didn't play cautiously with them… so her lunge at me through the door was at least somewhat expected. I side-stepped her, slamming the door behind her, and was turning to smile at my clever move when her first kick caught me in the face.&nbsp; Ouch…and alright…maybe I was a little more careless than usual. I spun with the impact, and crashed to the floor.<br><br>Though my head was reeling from the combination of the fight and the hangover, I could see from the corner of my eye my beautiful assailant reaching for something in her back belt pouch…zip ties, it looked like…so I did what I do best. I bluffed. I lay there, very, very still, and allowed her to think she'd gotten the better of me. I could see her relax a bit, which was a good sign, as it meant she was buying the bluff. She walked over casually, and as she was leaning over to bind my hands, I struck.<br><br>My foot caught her in the midriff with a healthy thump, and using the momentum, I flipped her over the top of me and into the opposing wall. Now, you have to understand, this was a very lucky shot for me. While I'm halfway decent with a pistol, I'm probably the last person in the world you want backing you in a fist fight. I admit that physically, I am not the most adept individual, but I have never found that I really need to be. Usually, my wits and charm are enough to get me by…but this was one of those times that luck helped an awful lot with. Leaping up, I rushed over to her stunned form, and pinned her down by sitting upon her hips, as my hands went out to secure her arms.<br><br>Yes, stupid move number two. Had I had my wits about me, I would have cut and run the instant she flew over my head; by the time she had gotten up, I would have been on a spacetran to a far off planet, and laughing the entire way. But under the influence as I was, I wanted to know who she was. She stirred, and looked up at me with a ferocity in her eyes that would have made a Varsuvian Flamebeast whimper and slink away. I smiled, and began to open my mouth to ask the question that was most on my mind…and found that my question was replaced by the slick taste of gun oil. Stupid mistake number three. Apparently, in my fervor to pin this luscious beast, my pistol had fallen from my robe, and landed ironically close to her hand…and she had played the act of being stunned long enough to grab hold of it.<br><br>Strangely enough, however, that may well have been the situation that saved my life. This sudden show of devilish wit, of deceptive trickery, was like a powerful aphrodisiac upon my pheromone numbed mind. The chemical reactions in my brain went into overdrive, and what was passing lust became full blown obsession. It is a known fact that people tend to be attracted to tendencies that reflect their own darker sides, and a woman sneaky enough to fool me will get me every time. My body began pumping my lustful and desirous pheromones into the room...and suddenly, the gun barrel disappeared, and I felt hands grab the back of my head, and pull me into a lusty kiss. I wasn't arguing, mind you, but I had never experienced so dramatic a change before in anyone exposed to my charms.<br><br>The kiss was hot, thrilling, incredible, and soon became a tangled mess of groping, sweating, and other things that are far too delicate to be mentioned here. We spent hours in just such a state, like creatures possessed; each act of passion making my body react, and each reaction causing more pheromones, and thus beginning the cycle again. It was most unlike me, to be honest. Hell, I didn't even know her name! As the effects of the Promium and alcohol wore off, and I began to regain my senses, I finally realized what was happening. Somehow this woman, this would be captor, was extraordinarily sensitive to me odorous charms, and the feedback between the two of us had been literally irresistible.<br><br>Favorable as that may have been, and criminal as I may sometimes be, I am not a man who enjoys taking advantage of a woman, especially one not in control of their actions, so once I figured out what was happening, I willed myself to stop with the love potion…but not until I had secured her well. To her credit, she was quite embarrassed, once she recovered, and since she was literally at my mercy, she was willing to talk. She was a bounty hunter, sent here by an anonymous contact who wished me brought back, preferably alive, but dead, if necessary.<br><br>You may be wondering, at this point, why it is that I am the way I am, genetically, and why someone would want me dead or alive. Obviously, someone didn't give me the power to influence beautiful women and talk my way out of speeding tickets out of the kindness of their hearts. Oh, no…I was created with a very specific purpose; to be the perfect spy. You see, I am very unobtrusive, physically. Most people would be hard pressed to pick me out of a line up, even if I handed them a picture of myself while mugging them. My sense of curiosity and my self-confidence make me a fearless snooper, and my pheromones help me weasel my way out of trouble when I do get into it.<br><br>I spent the first twenty years of my life training to be the smoothest of criminals, a white-collar snake in the tall and convoluted grass of the corporate world. I spent another ten years working as a spy in that world, though to be honest, I don't even know who my employer was. I had a contact, we met, I did work, got paid nicely, and that was that…until one day, my contact turned up dead. Since then, I have been badgered and pursued by hunters across the system and back again…and this one was no different.<br><br>Scratch that. She was different. I had faced plenty of women before in the past, some tougher, some weaker, some prettier and a whole lot uglier than her…but never had I felt so drawn to one. I don't know what it was about her, but even without the influence of the Promium/Vodka cocktail, I found myself unable to leave her there alone, at the mercies of whomever may find her after I departed. And for some reason, I found myself pouring out my soul to her, telling her all that you have read here, until I ran out of breath, and we were left in silence. And then, to both of our surprise, I drew her knife, leaned over, and cut free the zip ties. For a moment, she stared at me incredulously, and simply rubbed her wrists.<br><br>“Why?" she asked.<br><br>"I don't know," I responded weakly, not knowing what else to say.<br><br>"What now?" she queried again, and again I shrugged.<br><br>"Up to you, I suppose," I answered, "I don't have the energy to run anymore. I don't have the Promium to keep fleeing, nor a means of transport…and frankly, I'm beat."<br><br>She stared at me for a moment, those beautiful eyes glittering as she lost herself in thought.<br><br>"I have a ship," she said, then, smiling mischievously, and it was my turn to be shocked. I looked at her wonderingly, and then returned the smile.<br><br>"What's your name?" I asked, finally.<br><br>"Black. Violet Black," she responded.<br><br>"Rah," I returned with a nod, and then helped her to her feet. We gathered up some belongings, and made our way towards the spaceport.<br><br>"Violet," I said, "This could be a whole lot of fun."<br><br>"I hope so," she shot back, "And if I get bored, I could always turn you in for the reward."<br><br>Yup…she was my kind of woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Black (Woegman &amp; Kit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 08:40:25</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Bounty Hunter #654267-5 – Violet Black – Report on case #*********<br>Filed with Central on Stardate ********** | Current Status: CLASSIFIED</strong></span><br><br><em>The intake agent pops the holovid-cube into the display unit. The screen fades in from black, to fuzzy multi-coloured images, to the image of Violet Black. He watches as she pushes a lock of black hair behind one ear and taps something out of camera range. The screen blurs once more, then focuses in on her. Sometimes watching these classified reports was more fun than watching old “I Love Liuxie” episodes, he thought. He smiles as she wrinkles her nose, muttering something under her breath. As she looks into the camera, he catches his breath, somehow excited as she sighs and begins the report.</em><br><br>Is this thing even on?? What the hell… <br><em><br>Grumbling and more smacking of machinery ensue. </em><br><br>Well, I certainly didn’t start off my day with the plan that I’d botch a job, screw a stranger, take said stranger on as a passenger, and go rogue. And yet, here I am! I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, really. I shouldn’t even be reporting this, and I doubt I will even send it in, but I might as well record it somehow. It’s been a day I’ll never forget...But, let me go back to the beginning, eh?<br><br>So, a couple of days ago, I’m out in the cruiser when an urgent call comes in. Shoot, you’d think it was the Messiah’s fourth coming or something with all the bells and whistles that went off, but whatever. I look to see who’s calling, and it’s from Central. Now, Central and I? We don’t necessarily get along. Even more rarely do we see eye-to-eye, know what I mean? But, whatever, a paycheck is a paycheck is a trip to Angelicus where large strapping men will…um, never mind. Anyway, I take the call and here’s that asshole Jock telling me he’s got something for me. An “anonymous” client, meaning: even bigger assholes than Central, wants me to pick up this character. They tell me he’s human, but that he’s got some sort of special training or whatever. Fine, fine, I say. How much? That’s my bottom line…So, he gives me a figure big enough to make my mouth water, and tell him, fine, I’ll take it. Gimme the details. He tells me I need to deliver the guy to the Xandrian galaxy; someone will pick me up at the border. Ugh. Now I’m really leery, but I remember the amount he gave me, so I take it.<br><br>Fast forward to the next day, I start asking around in various spaceports. Jock had sent me a pic of the guy, and well. I mean, honestly, he wasn’t half bad looking, but he had one of those faces. Something was off, but whatever, I took his pic around, asking my usual rats…err, I mean informants, whether they had seen this guy. Man, I must have hit up at least 50 dives before getting a nibble. And I don’t mean food, either. Yeah, I end up at Charlie’s Last Resort, out near one of Fleebot’s moons (don’t ask me which one, it’s not like I’m going to give you all my trade secrets, dammit). I slide into my usual booth near the back, order 3 vodka shots and wait. Finally, my little ratfink buddy comes in. Hey, Louie, I call out, really loud so I know he’ll move faster just to shut me up, c’mon over! Man, I’ve never seen a big fat man move so fast. Hehe…it was funny as hell. So, he comes trotting over, sliding in next to me. Tells me how I shouldn’t be so loud, blah blah blah. Whatever. I push the pic his way and notice his expression shift. Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner! So, I grill him as I sling back the shots. Have you seen this guy? Where did you see him? When? Where can I find him? You get the point. Louie gives me the information I need and I hightail it outta that smelly hole in the wall (sorry, Charlie, if you ever see this…hehe). <br><br>So, off I go. According to Louie, I can find the guy at some really, really cheap dive. I mean, honestly. Cockroaches wouldn’t want to live there. But, anyway, I find the place, show his pic around and make my way to his door. Wait, before I go any further, I should probably tell you a little bit about me, the way I work, and why exactly Central doesn’t like me. It’s a funny story, really…I can tell you’re shaking your head no. It’s funny, dammit! Hehehe…<br><br>Well, you see. I was raised by my father, which probably explains way more than I want you to know, but whatever. Mom died when I was just a kid, but old enough to take care of myself, you know? So, as you may have surmised, dad was a bounty hunter, too. He taught me all of his tricks, introduced me to all of his informants, and had me well-schooled in self-defense and the fighting arts. Sure, I know how to use a blaster. Any kid, a rube straight off the farm, can use one. But, I don’t like to carry weapons, see? I mean, I have my knife. I always have my knife strapped to my leg. I never go anywhere without it. But, I don’t see the point in carrying big guns, or blasters, or whatever the hell else everyone is using these days. I was taught an elegant art, otherwise known as “how to bring down a man in 5 seconds flat.” Hehe…<br><br>So, yeah, I don’t go in guns blazing. Half the time, the client doesn’t want their bounty killed, too. So, you have to know other ways to bring ‘em down. You just have to! I don’t know, I guess they give the slash and kill jobs to meatheads like Puck or something. I don’t get those jobs anyway. When they want a job done with finesse, with style, with grace, and with quiet (emphasis on quiet) determination, Central calls me. Not Puck, not Leary, not even Jones. No…they call me. I know this, they know this, and that is why they don’t like me. I’m indispensable to them and they hate it, because I know it and never let them forget it. Now, I’m not arrogant. I know I’m not the best hunter out there. But! I’m damned good at my job and if I’m not the best, I’m one of THE best. I do my job, get my man (or woman, as the case may be) and bring ‘em in. Granted, Central didn’t much like my dad either, but that’s another story for another day…Ok, sorry, it really wasn’t that funny…haha! Ok, it made ME laugh, and that’s all that counts anyway.<br><br>Moving right along…I get to the guy’s door, and start knocking. I knock, and I knock, and I knock. Finally, I hear someone stirring in there, and then whoever it was puked. Man, my stomach was doing back flips listening to that. I keep knocking, and he does it again! By now, I really wanted to retch myself, but when I’m working, I’m working. So, I steel myself and keep knocking. You know, I had to switch back and forth between hands at least two times because my knuckles were getting sore. Remind me to take that out on Rah’s hide later. Hehe…So, I got sick of knocking and start kicking at the door. I was making a bit of a racket by this point, but again, I’m working here! Kick, kick, kick…I start to wonder if this guy is ever going to open that damned duraplast door, when I hear him. I can hear him on the other side of the door. Finally! I'm ready for him, but apparently, he's ready for me, too. I lunge at him as he swings open the door, and miss. What? Yeah, he managed to side-step me. He slams the door and I don't miss a beat. As he turns towards me I give him a swift kick to the face. I was aiming for that nerve that runs through the chin...what is it called again? Never mind. He twirls like a ballerina and goes down. Perfect! I reach for my zip ties and started to move towards him. It looks like he's out, but he could be just faking. Ah well, I was cocky regardless, and leaned over too much as I was trying to tie up his hands. <br><br>The shit kicked me, tossed me across the damn room, flipping me over him, in fact. Sonofa...Man, I was pissed, but stunned. Had the wind knocked out of me by his damned foot, and the rest of my body was shocked by the impact. And wouldn't you know it, the bastard was faking. I landed and bam! He was on top of me, sitting on me, no less. Thing was, his pistol had slipped out of his robe pocket. Oh, and before I forget, can we please discuss how wrong it is for a man to be wearing a pink robe? I don't even know what the hell was on that thing, but it looked like some cat had used it to jerk off the night before. Anyway, the pistol fell out, right by my hand! So, of course, I snatched it up and as he went to pin my arms, well. I wasn't about to wait for that to happen. He looked like he was about to say something, when I shoved the barrel of the pistol in his mouth. Hey, I may not like guns, but I sure as hell know how to use 'em. And then...Damn, I don't even know what happened, really. I tried asking him about it when he was spilling his guts to me, but he wasn't making any sense, so. Um...<br><br>Honestly, I don't know what happened. One minute I was holding the gun in his mouth, ready to blast him to bits for that little flip he did. The next minute, I felt this...Hell, how do I describe it? I wanted him. I mean, it was like lust to the nth degree. I wanted him, now. Not in 2 minutes, not in 1 hour, I wanted him NOW!! The room started spinning, his face blurred in front of my eyes for a split second, and that was it. Dropped the gun, grabbed him by the hair and pulled him into the deepest, most passionate kiss of my life. Well, up until that point, you know. Because afterward, well. Um...Anyway, I could feel my blood pumping so hard it was like a marching band in my head. Boom, boom, boom! Damn, I wanted him. There was no turning back. I don't think I've ever gotten out of my jumpsuit that fast in all my life. And that robe!! Haha...Yeah, I know you perverts want to know all that we did, but I'm not going to give you that satisfaction. I may not be a lady, but I know not to give everything away.<br><br>So, like I said, I don't know what happened, but whatever it was finally wore off and I came back to my senses, tied up myself. Trust me, I was just as shocked as you are right now, but what could I do? I was completely at his mercy. He didn't seem like a bad sort of person, so I couldn't quite figure out why there was such a high bounty on his head. We talked for quite some time. He ended up telling me a lot about himself, now that I think about it. I confessed to him that I had been hired to bring him in. I didn't mention Central. He didn't need to know what company I worked for; Central's reputation can be a bit...tainted. Anyway, so I told him there was a bounty on his head. They wanted him alive, really. But I told him dead or alive. Hehe...No, I don't know why I said that, but I got a good chuckle out of his expression, let me tell you! So, yeah, I think he practically told me his entire life story. Man, if you think I can talk, you haven't seen nothin' yet! This boy puts me to shame, and that's saying a lot. Anyway, I still don't know what it is about him. I mean, he's good looking and all, don't get me wrong, but he's not like an Angelicus man or anything. Still, there was something about him. Maybe I'm just a sucker for the underdog (a hard-to-live-with contradiction in my field, let me tell you); maybe I'm just a sucker for him? Whatever it was, he made me want to help him. He made me want to, dare I say it, protect him. Crazy, huh? Out of nowhere, he grabs for my knife and cuts me loose. I just looked at him. I mean, he still had my knife in his hand. I didn't think he was going to do anything, but I wasn't about to make any sudden movements either! Plus, do you have any idea how much those zip ties burn? I think I still have marks from them. <br><br>So, I looked at him and asked him why? Typical guy, he says, "I don't know." Yeesh. I ask him what now? And again! What is it with you guys and making decisions? Do I really have to do all the work here? He starts going on about running and that damned Promium stuff, how he has no way to get around. Hmph. Sounds a lot like my last boyfriend, if you ask me, but I cut him some slack. Offered my ship &amp; my services. Not those kind of services, jackhole! Damn...Finally gets around to asking my name, and I so wanted to tease him about it. "Oh sure, fuck me for hours and doesn't even know my name." But then it hit me, I didn't know his either! Haha...well, colour me embarrassed. So, he gets all his shit together, and we take off. Talk about traveling light, poor guy barely had any clothes. So, he's all giddy as we're walking to the spaceport to pick up my ship, talking about having fun. I nearly laughed out loud, but I wasn't sure how well he'd take it. So, I just joked around that if it wasn't, I'd turn his ass in for the bounty. Hehehe...amazingly, he didn't even bat an eye, he just grinned at me and winked. Cheeky bastard. Thing is, I like this guy. And not just because he gave me more orgasms in an hour than I had gotten in a couple of years. No...I'm not shallow like that. I really like him. Something tells me that Central's been contracted by some really, really dirty guys. Because this guy? Sure, he's done some shit, but yeah. He's no bad guy. It's like me. I'm not a bad guy. I have to do shitty stuff in my line of work, but I'm not a bad person. So, we'll see what happens from here on out.<br><em><br>A voice can be heard from behind her.</em><br><br>Aren’t you done with that, yet? It’s getting cold in this bunk, woman!<br><br><em>He watches as she laughs, running her fingers through her hair again. She smiles and turns away from the camera.</em><br><br>Don’t get your panties in a bunch! I’ll be there in a minute!<br><br><em>He smiles as she turns back to the camera, rising from her seat. This is his favourite part of the whole holovid. Her curves are exposed for a minute as she stands and leans over to speak to the camera once more. Her breasts strain against her jumpsuit, looking like they’re just aching to bust through that zipper. He sighs once more, imagining what she could do to him with those breasts.</em><br><br>Ok, that’s enough of that. I’ve got a man to take care of…big baby…hehehe…So, yeah…Central, you can go fuck yourself. Or better yet, use Jock. I hear he likes it up the ass anyway! Hahahaha….<br><br><em>The holovid stops suddenly. Always sad to see her go, he vows to watch it again tomorrow.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Black (Woegman &amp; Kit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>woegman</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 16:50:47</strong>
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				<em><strong>Six months later...</strong></em><br><br>Rah winced in sympathetic pain as he watched Violet's knee crash into the groin of Victor McNeil, sending the latter crumpling to the ground and moaning in pain.&nbsp; It's not that he had sympathy for the man - no, McNeil was a Bad Guy, with capital letters "B" and "G", and deserved, frankly, a hell of a lot worse.&nbsp; But Rah was undeniably a man, and no man can resist the involuntary flinch brought on by seeing another man's tender parts so skillfully impacted (and even, perhaps, gleefully - he dared say this was Violet's favorite part of the evening).&nbsp; He watched her deliver another kick to the man as he lay on the ground, and then Rah stepped forward, pulling zip ties from a belt pouch and bending down to secure the man.<br><br>"Well, that should put a crimp on any future raping you had scheduled," Rah quipped, as he bound the man's hands and feet to each other, and Violet gave another kick to his groin.&nbsp; Again, Rah winced, "Might have to just pencil those out permanently, come to think of it."<br><br>Rah helped Violet lift the man, and together, they threw him into the back of her runabout, a small hovermule that she kept in her ship for just such purposes.&nbsp; At one point, it had been Rah who was intended to take such a ride, but a lot had happened since then.&nbsp; Violet piloted the mule, and as they rode back to her ship, the Ultraviolence (he loved that name), he thought about the events of the past six months.&nbsp; Following their strange, passionate first meeting, Violet and Rah jumped aboard the Ultraviolence and set off into the black, out to the farthest reaches of space.&nbsp; This was frontier space...far from the law, far from the megacorps, and far, hopefully, from whoever it was that wanted him captured, dead, or worse.&nbsp; Of course, the lacking grasp of the long arm of the law that served him so nicely wasn't so great on the settlers breaking their backs to terraform these deep reaches of space.&nbsp; Lawlessness drew bad guys like Gorack weevils to a piece of Delvian bread, and there were a lot of bugs, so to speak, in this territory.&nbsp; <br><br>The upside to that, though, was that the settlers and townsfolk were more than happy to deal with the lesser of two weevils - they had no problems paying some criminals to have their criminals dealt with.&nbsp; They didn't care that Rah and Violet were on the run, so long as they kept to their own business and helped the settlers settle theirs.&nbsp; It worked out pretty well; it kept them in enough creds to keep the ship flying, food in their bellies, and Promium in his blood stream.&nbsp; The latter was the only sketchy part of this deal...meds were a tough find this far into the black, and when they could be found, weren't cheap.&nbsp; Still, he had a decent supply, so it wasn't a concern, yet.<br><br>As they pulled up to the Ultraviolence, Rah glanced over at Violet, and felt an immediate tug of desire, like his loins were connected to her form by a direct line.&nbsp; He suppressed it, barely.&nbsp; He had no idea what it was about the girl, but the longer they spent together, the harder it was for him not to pounce on her with every chance he got.&nbsp; He had blamed the Promium the first time - it made sense, and he'd been in similar positions before, much to his chagrin.&nbsp; But that was then...it didn't explain his ever growing desire, his need, to be with her.&nbsp; He wondered if she felt the same.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Black (Woegman &amp; Kit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 07:19:15</strong>
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				In the time she had been with Rah, Violet's job really hadn't changed much. She still traveled the depths of space, looking for bad guys, stringing them up &amp; delivering them for a price. The only difference now was that she didn't have to work for Central anymore, which was a giant blessing in her mind. Sure, they went into some pretty ugly systems to get work, but she was happy. For the first time, in a very long time, she was happy; and she planned on keeping it that way. She still wasn't sure what it was about Rah that made her decide to keep him around. But, whatever it was, she liked it. He had a way about him, that was for sure. And a natural curiosity that she was constantly rescuing him from, as well. By nature, Violet was cautious. But, she had an impulsive streak as well. They seemed to just naturally work well together, and for that, she was glad. <br><br>Their latest client had ordered the capture of one particularly ugly scumbag named Victor McNeil. Violet was actually looking forward to picking this one up. He was a known rapist, with victims in the double (if not triple) digits. There had been one incident their client described that particularly sickened her. Normally, she was pro-castration with rapists, but this one deserved worse. If they hadn't been ordered to bring him back alive, she would have been glad to string him up by the balls &amp; leave him to the lava ants of Ringo Flameado. So, when they finally caught up with the sack of shit, Violet was more than happy to rearrange his plumbing a bit. Giving him a few swift kicks, she chuckled darkly. "Yeah, I don't think any girls are going to have to worry about your sorry ass for a very long time, Vic." Grinding her foot into his crotch as Rah bound him up, she leaned down and whispered, "Never again, you understand? Contract or not, if I find out you're back to 'business', I will personally hunt you down and kill ya. Understand?"<br><br>As they tossed him into the back of the hovermule, she looked over at Rah and smled. He wasn't paying attention to her at the moment, but she couldn't help but smile when she looked at him. Taking off for her ship, the Ultraviolence, she was focused on driving. Piloting the hovermule really didn't take much effort, but she rather liked the break. She could let her mind wander a bit. In all honesty, she didn't like being this far out in space, but it's all part of the job. This is where the baddest of the bad hung out. Which meant, this is where the work was. Thankfully, no one asked who they were, or even seemed to care. So long as their price was good &amp; they delivered, that was all that mattered. She knew Central's reach was infinite, but even Central didn't come this far out unless there was a reason. Unfortunately, their biggest reason was sitting right next to her in the runabout.<br><br>The Ultraviolence loomed before them. Her ship was the only home she had these days. It was a Class D cruiser, big enough for more than 10 passengers, but she never had that many people on it at once. She had one of the crew quarters outfitted as a jailcell. All the walls were reinforced Titanium and the door had 3 sets of passwords to open it up. There was a ring on the wall, and a ring on the ceiling. Depending on the case, either could be used to secure the bounty. Her quarters were close, but not too close. She didn't need to hear the banging about of her capture while she slept. A girl needs her beauty sleep, after all.<br><br>She caught Rah looking at her, and flushed. Damn those pheromones of his, she thought. One little look at her, and suddenly all she wanted was to pounce on him, rip his clothes off, and have her way with him again, and again, and again. Dragging Vic into her makeshift brig, she made sure to secure him to the ring in the wall. Giving him one last kick, she made sure to put him out of her mind, despite the whimpers of pain she could hear through the door. Turning quickly as she locked the cell door, she grabbed Rah by the hand, pulling him close to her. Grinning up at him as she draped her arms casually over his shoulders, she said, "Hey sexy, you're looking goooooood tonight. Any chance I could take you back to my place for some fun?" Smirking, she ran her hand up into his hair. Leaning into him, her breasts practically screaming to get out of her jumpsuit as they were softly squashed against his chest. She pushed her black hair out of her face with her free hand, and chuckled softly at the look on his face. "I promise I'll make it worth your while, baby..." Two urges rushed through her at that moment. One being the desire to laugh out loud at the expression on Rah's face. The other being the desire to drag him into her quarters immediately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Black (Woegman &amp; Kit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>woegman</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 16:38:09</strong>
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				One of the distinct advantages of having the partial DNA of an Androckian was the effect that excitement had on Rah's system.&nbsp; Whenever he found himself in an exciting situation, he didn't just have the normal human reactions caused by endorphins and adrenaline; he also got a dose of chemical that the Androckian's called purraline. Its affects were incredible - all hints of weariness were erased, his senses heightened dramatically, his brain stimulated and hyper aware, his stamina boosted to incredible levels.&nbsp; It was the perfect complement to the life of a spy - all those boosts could mean the difference between life and death.&nbsp; It also made sex AMAZING.&nbsp; All it took was a moment's excitement for the purraline to kick in to full gear.<br><br>This was just such a moment.&nbsp; With Violet's words, Rah lost all sense of composure and any chance he had of resisting his own urges to ravish her.&nbsp; His face was one of shock and awe, a rookie mistake for a spy trained to restrain his facial expressions, but damned if there wasn't something about this girl that erased everything in him but the primal, desperate urge to take her, love her, be inside her.&nbsp; His pupils focused, his pheromones kicked into high gear.&nbsp; He normally had a perfect amount of control over them, but not now, not when this turned on.&nbsp; His special scent was powerful, focused, like pure, concentrated, unbridled lust, and Violet was his target.&nbsp; <br><br>Moving with cat-like quickness (thanks again, Androckian DNA!), his hands rushed to her body, grabbing her hips and pulling her impossibly close.&nbsp; Rah reveled in the feel of her breasts pressed against him, of the incredible heat coming from her body.&nbsp; He delighted in the curves of her as his hands slid back from her hips, cupping her ass as he pressed closer.&nbsp; His cock grew hard as duraplast and throbbed against her body as his fingers arched, and he raked them up slowly, further, further, till finally raking into her hair.&nbsp; His fingers closed, gripping her hair, pulling it softly, and he pulled her into a deep, lasting kiss.<br><br>Kisses were something Rah lost himself in.&nbsp; As their lips met and mutually parted, he moaned quietly, the softness of her lips against her own and the taste of her mouth more intoxicating than any high he’d ever had.&nbsp; His tongue darted softly into her mouth, tasting her, teasing her, probing and playing and dancing with her own, and as he did, one hand slipped back down to the small of her back and held her close, while the other continued to hold her hair, pulsing, alternating gentle pulls with release.&nbsp; Breaking the kiss, he smiled devilishly and looked deep into her eyes, his own deep, amber colored orbs twinkling with lust and mischief.&nbsp; <br><br>“Your place, hell,” he scoffed playfully, “I thought I’d just throw you to the floor here and have my wicked way with you.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Black (Woegman &amp; Kit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 03:13:30</strong>
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				Gasping lightly as Rah took hold of her, Violet smiled when he pulled her close. His hands on her ass made her moan softly. "Mmmm, I see we are feeling a little frisky tonight," she whispered, just barely loud enough for him to hear. She could feel his erection pressing against her belly and wanted nothing more than to mount him right then and there. Her eyes fluttered and shivers ran through her body as his fingers raked over her. Whimpering softly as they sought their way into her hair, pulling lightly, she managed to get out a loving, "Bastard," before he kissed her. He knew exactly what she liked.<br><br>She sighed as his lips took hers. Violet had always loved kissing, but Rah brought it to a whole new level. Their lips met and parted again and again, first gently, softly. Tongues probed at each other ever so lightly, stroking along the length of the other. And with each second that passed, the passion increased. Soon, she was suckling and nibbling at his lips and tongue, whining quietly with need. Her hands had him firmly by the back of the head, not letting him go anywhere. Each moment their lips met was like heaven, so she was understandably upset as he broke the kiss. Her own blue-violet eyes met his amber coloured ones, both of them grinning at each other like mischievous young ones. <br><br>As he spoke, Violet threw back her head and laughed heartily. "Wicked, indeed!" Sliding her hands around to his collar, she pulled him close and whispered against his lips. "Mmmm...that sounds good, baby. But, don't forget that we've got to get the fuck out of Dodge eventually." She winked playfully and grinned once more. "Still, I like the way you think." She kissed him once more, but broke the kiss suddenly, pushing him against the opposite wall in the corridor. Backing up against the other wall, she slowly ran her hands up from her thighs, crossing them as she passed over her mons and then further up her hips. Looking at him from heavily lidded eyes, she grinned, uncrossing her arms and cupping her full breasts lightly through her jumpsuit.<br><br>Her jumpsuit looked to be a cross between latex and leather, but it was actually a completely foreign material. It was engineered on one of the moons in the Plalix system, meant to keep her warm when cold, cold when warm, and to form to her body with just a millimeter to spare and yet be easy to slip from her form. Even her boots were built in, so when it came off, it all came off. She looked into his eyes as her hands moved over her body, grabbing the zipper to her jumpsuit and pulling it down, slowly exposing more and more of her flesh. Stroking the edges of the zipper, she arched her back, her breasts ready to pop out at any moment. Violet dipped her hands into the black jumpsuit and cupped her breasts once more, grinning wickedly at Rah. Turning quickly, she pulled the jumpsuit down over her shoulders, bending over as she dragged it lower and lower. From this position, her waist seemed incredibly small, especially when compared to the flare of her hips.<br><br>Before exposing her ass to him, she looked over her shoulder and smiled, "If you don't do something soon, my hands are going south, baby."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Black (Woegman &amp; Kit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>woegman</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 20:28:50</strong>
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				“Dodge can wait,” Rah growled playfully, and as he fell back against the wall, he felt his heart race in nervous anticipation.&nbsp; <em>By Og</em>, he thought, swearing to his favorite imaginary deity, <em>does she have any idea what she does to me?</em>&nbsp; Her following actions answered that question succinctly.&nbsp; &nbsp;He watched in awe as she teased him, watched as her hands caressed those curves that he so desperately desired, and a slight moan of lust escaped his lips as she reached in and cupped her luscious, soft breasts.&nbsp; As she turned and the suit peeled away from her shoulders, he knew that there would be no resistance, no chance of getting out of this.&nbsp; His desire had gone from a wanting to an intense, almost painful needing.<br><br>Uncontrolled, he rushed across the corridor, pressing her bared breasts against the cold titanium wall as his hands found her back, and raked downwards across her bare flesh.&nbsp; His mouth found her left shoulder, and kissing gently, he worked his way to her neck, alternating between soft presses of his lips and gentle nibbles from his teeth, then finally found its way to her earlobe, which he sucked and nibbled greedily.&nbsp; His hands slid from her back to her belly, then up to her breasts, as he pulled her tightly to him.&nbsp; His cock throbbed hard and achingly within his own jumpsuit, and he had no doubt she could feel its length, its hardness, and its heat as it pressed against her ass.<br><br>After enjoying the teasing feel of her body against his for a moment, he continued his kisses, back down her neck, across the back, up the other side and down, then slowly working his way down her soft, bare flesh to the small of her back.&nbsp; His hands delighted at the feel of her soft, heavy breasts, his fingers dancing across them, playfully spiraling around her nipples, and ever so gently pinching them, pulling them softly, teasing them to erectness.&nbsp; Then, they went south, and he peeled away the rest of her jumpsuit, revealing her full, round, beautiful ass, the perfect curve of her hips, and her long, delicious legs.&nbsp; He sank to his knees, and placed one hand on each cheek, massaging and delighting in the feel of her curves.&nbsp; He slid them down, inwards, towards her inner thighs, his fingertips barely brushing her growing wetness, and then he pulled them back and up, spreading her cheeks.&nbsp; The aroma of her sex was as intoxicating as any drug could wish to be.&nbsp; His left hand held her spread, and his right sought gently for her labia, carefully wetting his fingers with her own juices.&nbsp; As his fingers danced teasingly across her lower lips, his tongue darted forth, as he gently probed her rim.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Black (Woegman &amp; Kit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 23:26:13</strong>
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				As Rah came towards her swiftly, Violet braced herself, she knew exactly what she was doing to him, and was thankful it paid off. As he pressed her into the wall, the cold of the duraplast making her nipples ache, she let out a small gasp. His hands on her back had her trembling and moaning lightly within seconds. Fuck, yes… She squirmed, whining desperately as he nibbled and sucked at her shoulder, neck and earlobe. Digging her nails into her palms, it was all she could do to stand still during his "assault." Sucking in her breath as his hands found her breasts; she pushed back against him, grinding her hips and ass into his crotch. Almost growling as he teased her sensitive nipples, she stretched her half-naked limbs up, clinging to the wall, offering up her body to him. As his hands moved away, she turned her head slightly and whispered, "Don't stop, you big tease."<br><br>Smiling as he pulled her close, she could feel the heat from his cock pressing against her ass. She groaned yet again as he began kissing his way up and down her back, finding all her sensitive ticklish spots. Gritting her teeth as his hands made their way to her breasts once more, she could not hold back a growling "Fuuuuck!" She could feel the juices flowing from her pussy at this point, aching for him, needing him. But he kept teasing her, knowing how much better the sex would be because of it. As his hands slid down to remove her jumpsuit, she could feel her body trembling with anticipation. Her legs felt weak, but her arms against the wall steadied her. Looking down between her legs, Violet saw him move to kneel behind her and closed her eyes slowly. Heaven bless this man, she thought as she felt his fingers exploring her. Small gasps and moans were about all she could manage at this point.<br><br>She moaned louder and louder with each stroking of his fingers. It was like sweet torture, because while it felt absolutely amazing, he was withholding the one thing she really wanted; his cock. His pheremones were driving her mad, and all she wanted was for him to ram his cock deep into her and drive her through the wall with it. But, she knew he would continue teasing her until she begged. And she refused to beg; until he started rimming her ass with his tongue. "Aaaaaaah! You bastard!!" Trembling hard now, her legs wavering, she could hear her pussy juices dripping on the floor now. She pushed her ass back against him, her back automatically arching, dipping down, and opening herself up to him even more. Each moment a new sound emerged from her throat and lips. Squeak! Whimper! Moan! "Dammit, Rah! What are you doing to me??" Squirming hard against him, she felt his fingers exploring her, his tongue following close behind, lapping at her, probing her. Her legs wouldn't hold up to much more of this, she thought. "Gaaaah!"<br><br>Her body slid down the wall, her legs no longer able to hold her up. Whimpering, her ass still up in the air as she knelt down, her upper body and breasts pressed against the floor, she cried out as his fingers continued playing across her labia, her clit, and her entrance, still teasing her. Not wanting to succumb, she could not help herself. "Rah, please...I need you. If you don't fucking stick that cock in me soon, I'm turning around and raping the shit out of you!" She heard him chuckle and looked back, watching mesmerized as he opened his jumpsuit and pulled out his cock. Just the sight of it was enough to drive her mad, as though she wasn't already mad with desire. Licking her lips quickly, she looked up at him and stuck her ass up further into the air, wiggling it about at him. "Don't make me wait," she whispered...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Black (Woegman &amp; Kit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>woegman</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 18:22:50</strong>
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				Unlike many men, Rah was not obsessed with the size of his cock.&nbsp; It was average, well, maybe a touch more girth, but not the equal to that of the "talent" in any porn-vid, and when hard stood straight and proud.&nbsp; His confidence came not in the size of the club he wielded, but in the deftness in which he did so.&nbsp; With Violet on the floor before him, begging for his member, he smiled wickedly and went to work applying it.<br><br>He reached down and grabbed his shaft, and pumped it a few times gently, enjoying the feel of his rock-hard cock and the anticipation of sinking it deep into his lover's wetness.&nbsp; The head gleamed with precum, and as he stroked another few drops dribbled out, lubricating his shaft.&nbsp; Scooting forward, he placed the head of his cock against her clit, and began slowly rubbing it back and forth, mixing his sex with her own, enjoying the dripping lubrication of their combined lusts.&nbsp; He moaned as he slid himself closer and closer to her entrance, his cock teasing her labia, gently brushing her lips with his heat and hardness.&nbsp; Finally, though, much as he loved torturing her this way, he could stand the build up no more himself, and with a quick, easy stroke, slid deeply into her dripping pussy.<br><br>His moan was loud, sincere, and absolutely involuntary.&nbsp; The sweet wet heat of her body was without a doubt the most intense pleasure he had ever felt.&nbsp; As he slowly pumped in and out of her, he gasped as her pussy gripped his cock, pulsing with every thrust, drawing him in and urging his body towards climactic explosion.&nbsp; He adored how wet she was, the feeling of her juices running down his shaft, his balls, dripping down his leg...he felt his cock jerk involuntarily, seeding her with more precum, making her even wetter and messier.&nbsp; Rah slid his hands beneath her, one cupping at her breasts and teasing her nipples, the other finding her clit and massaging it with every thrust.&nbsp; <br><br>When his hand was thoroughly lubed with her wetness, he pulled it back, and then used his thumb to circle gently around the rim of her ass.&nbsp; He picked up speed then, thrusting harder, faster, deeper, as his thumb pushed slowly into her back hole, alternating in and out with the thrusts of his cock.&nbsp; He could feel his own orgasm building, getting closer and closer with every push into her perfect, beautiful body, and he wondered how she felt, feeling him fill her, knowing his body was totally enslaved to her passion.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Black (Woegman &amp; Kit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 23:44:03</strong>
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				Violet groaned as she felt Rah's cock rub against her clit. Tease, she thought. Rocking her hips back against him, she felt him slide between her lips easily. She was well lubricated by then, her juices beginning to puddle on the floor beneath her. She whined and whimpered as he continued to tease her. As much as she loved it when he fucked her, she loved it even more when he teased her. It always seemed to amplify whatever pleasure she was already feeling. Each touch, each "near miss" drew electric shocks through her body directly towards her pussy. <br><br>Finally, she sensed he was ready and relaxed before him. As he entered her, she had a sharp intake of breath. His cock was thick, and her pussy tight, so the joining of the two never failed to make her gasp with delight. Moaning softly, she savoured the moment as she felt him slide all the way in, the tip of his cock brushing against her g-spot while in this position. Holding still, she waited until she felt him begin to thrust before pushing back against him. She squeezed her muscles gently each time he pulled away, her pussy trying to suck him back into her. <br><br>Violet's eyes started to roll back as she felt his fingers probing her clit as he continued to fuck her. "Oh, Rah!!" She called out to him, "You're such a damned tease." She was silenced as she felt his fingers retreat and then begin to play with her asshole. Shuddering heavily, she whimpered yet again. Damn him for knowing all my weaknesses, she thought. She felt him start to thrust faster, probing her asshole with his thumb in time to his thrusts. <br><br>Her orgasm had already hit all the minor plateaus and was heading straight for the big O, at that point. She could feel her wetness increase exponentially due to his playful ministrations upon her ass. Panting and gasping, she groaned as she felt him push inside her even deeper. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck..." was about all she could manage. With each thrust, she felt him press against her most sensitive spot and could not help but grind her hips back against him, wanting more.<br><br>Feeling him pump in and out of her pussy and ass, her body trembled and shook. Pushing her ass back against him almost violently, she started to wail as her orgasm overtook her. Crying out, begging him not to stop, Violet writhed in front of him. Her pussy walls clenched and unclenched upon him, practically milking his cock for all it was worth. "Please...Please, Rah...Come inside me," she gasped, followed by a series of unintelligible groans and grunts as her orgasm continued to rack her body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Black (Woegman &amp; Kit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>woegman</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 18:40:13</strong>
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				Violet’s orgasm was all it took to push Rah over the edge.&nbsp; As she bucked and cried out beneath him, he felt the surge of orgasm building deep within him, his balls aching from the growing pressure and desperate for release.&nbsp; As her body spasmed beneath him, pulsing around his cock, he involuntarily held his breath, his own orgasm crashing ahead.&nbsp; He groaned loudly, uncontrollably, as his own body stiffened, his cock leaping as his seed shot deep inside his lover.&nbsp; <br><br>He continued to pump into her with every spurt, and as he did his cock pushed his seed out, dribbling from her pussy across her clit, then dripping to the floor.&nbsp; Rah thrust harder, deeper, until he could thrust no more, and with a quiver, collapsed over her, his belly pressed against her ass, his chest heaving against her back, his cock softening whilst still within her warm embrace.&nbsp; He laid there a moment on top of her, reveling in the pure ecstasy of their shared climax.&nbsp; Then he rolled to the side, the cold touch of the duraplast floor sending shivers up his spine as he lay there, drawing deep, recovering breaths.&nbsp; <br><br>“Og’s sake, Vi,” he said between breaths, “If we keep that sort of thing up, we’re never gonna get any work done.”<br><br>He rolled over and draped and arm over her, his lips finding the nape of her neck and kissing it gently, as his hand slipped down and toyed with her pussy, still sloppy with their sex.&nbsp; He laughed then involuntarily, a relaxed, deep, well content chuckle.<br><br>“But really, who needs work anyway?” he grinned.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Black (Woegman &amp; Kit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 09:29:04</strong>
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				As she felt Rah’s orgasm build and release within her, Violet groaned long and loud. She could feel his cock twitching with each spurt of thick seed and continued to grind back against him. His thrusts and his orgasm made her own orgasm peak once more. A few more spasms and Violet was spent. Feeling Rah collapse on top of her, she managed a satisfied smile and relaxed beneath him. She loved it when he stayed inside of her until soft again. Giving him a few more intentional squeezes, she chuckled quietly as he twitched in reaction. <br><br>Violet couldn’t help but whine slightly as he finally pulled out and rolled off of her. Laughing gently at his panting words, she said, “We get plenty of work done in between these little trysts, Rah, and you know it!”<br><br>As he snuggled up against her and kissed her neck, she sighed contentedly. Clamping her thighs around his hand, she smiled as he chuckled. “Hey now, you just finished up…sure, we could go again, but you’d be done for if we did.” Winking at him slyly, she started to rise from the cold hard floor. “Who needs work? We need work, actually. These backwater, Podunk jobs are starting to wear on my nerves, but beggars can’t be choosey, can they, darlin’?”<br><br>Tossing her hair back as she stood, she tucked it behind her ears as she stooped to pick up her clothes. Noting Rah looking at her full breasts swaying as she bent over, she gave him a playful smack on the ass. “C’mon, you. Get your butt in gear, it’s time to deliver the latest scumbag &amp; collect our fees.” Grabbing her things, she examined her right boot closely. “I think I scuffed my boot on that dirty piece of work in there. We’re adding that to the invoice!” <br><br>Sauntering off to her quarters, she looked forward to getting underway and getting paid. They didn’t want for much, but they needed to pay for Rah’s Promium, if they could find a supplier out this deep. Turning to look back at him as she reached the doorway, Violet was surprised to find Rah directly behind her. “Damn those cat-like movements of yours,” she sighed, dropping her things and pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. “We better get you dressed before I end up taking advantage of you or something.” Laughing, she reluctantly pulled away, giving his ass a squeeze as she did so. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Black (Woegman &amp; Kit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>woegman</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 22:37:04</strong>
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				“Oh, absolutely,” Rah agreed, “Og knows you can use a new pair of boots.&nbsp; And much as I hate to admit it, you’re right…we need the creds to keep this boat flying.”&nbsp; <br><br>Rah chuckled as she smacked his ass, but didn’t regret his ogling for a moment.&nbsp; Her breasts were, in his mind, divine perfection.&nbsp; He was not a religious man – in fact, he was damned near the opposite, save that he didn’t like extremes and would never absolutely swear that there wasn’t a remote possibility of some overly powered, overly interested in the affairs of lesser beings being out there; but all that considered, if there was…he was absolutely, positively sure that said being molded Violet from dreams and perfection.<br><br>As she sauntered away, Rah rolled easily to his feet, and slipped into an easy shadow of her steps.&nbsp; He smiled inwardly as she turned and cursed him, and relished the kiss for as long as it lasted.&nbsp; As she pulled away, her body swaying gently, her hand squeezing his ass, he felt himself stiffen again…but he put the thought to rest.<br><br>“Work now, play later,” he muttered to himself, and he dashed back to pick up his clothes, taking them with him to his room. <br><br>Rah’s quarters were simple – a life of espionage training and action had taught him to live without a whole lot of extras.&nbsp; He threw his clothes into the laundry tube, and stepped into the sonic shower, a standing room only booth in the corner of his room.&nbsp; He hit the activation button, and felt the strangely sensual vibrations as the waves of high frequency sound scrubbed the sweat, dirt, and sex from his body.&nbsp; It took only seconds, and he stepped from the shower clean and dry.&nbsp; He then went to his dresser, pulling out a simple flight suit that he slipped into easily.&nbsp; If they had been going to a nearby settlement, he would have dressed far snazzier, in hopes of impressing their customers.&nbsp; This bounty, though, was a good day’s flight away, and so he went with comfy and easy.<br><br>It was then that he noticed a blinking light at the edge of his nightstand, the indicator of a Versenet message relay.&nbsp; He raised an eyebrow – Violet was always their point of contact for jobs.&nbsp; There should be no one with his contact identifier…no one since his life had become one on the run.&nbsp; He felt his heart leap, and instinctively he reached for his GX55, and cursed.&nbsp; He’d lost the hand cannon on a job two months back, and he’d become so accustomed to not needing one with Violet around, he never bothered to replace it.&nbsp; He glanced about, though it made him feel silly to do so, because it was habit to check his surroundings when in danger.&nbsp; <br><br>He knew that the message couldn’t be easily traced – the Versenet system was too large, too scattered for even the best hacker to follow a message to a single destination.&nbsp; Each message was sent in a trillion packets through a trillion servers, each collecting a different bit of information as to its final destination as it went.&nbsp; It was as secure as secure could be, but he couldn’t help feel a hint of anxiety.&nbsp; Still, curiousity…he reached forward and pressed the button.<br><br>The message was simple, and despite the security of its transmission, it had been encoded thrice.&nbsp; It took him only moments to break the code – it had been hardwired into his DNA to do so.&nbsp; <br><br>“Rah – Uncle Jim says hello.”<br><br>Rah paled, a rare thing for him, indeed, and he rushed off towards Violet’s quarters.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Black (Woegman &amp; Kit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 00:52:10</strong>
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				Violet shook her head as she watched Rah turn and gather up his things. Half tempted to follow him back to his quarters; she sighed and grabbed her own items from the floor where she had dropped them just moments ago. She could still feel the warmth of his lips on hers, touching them lightly to soothe the tingling sensation there. Turning back to the door to her quarters, she entered quickly and put her things away. She didn’t trust her jumpsuits to the ship’s laundry system, and instead, folded it up to wash on her own later. As she stepped into the sonic shower, she sighed and hit the switch. Violet always swore that this was the best invention ever made. Well, next to Rah, of course. Not that he was really an “invention” but he certainly wasn’t made by nature either. <br><br>Stepping out of the small booth, she grabbed a small comb off the table by her bed and quickly combed her hair into a soft chignon, securing it with a pin or two. She slipped into a lighter traveling outfit. The pants were snug, and the halter top barely contained her breasts, but she found it to be the most comfortable outfit to travel in, save her jumpsuit. Remembering the suit, she grabbed an old style hanger she kept for such purposes and hung it up in the sonic shower. Flicking the switch as she shut the door, she waited ‘til it beeped at her and pulled the suit out. Ah, nice and fresh, she thought, folding it up and storing it for later. She wasn’t anticipating running into any problems on this short trip to deliver their bounty. No need for it now, she figured.<br><br>Violet left her room and went to the bridge, setting their course for that outland settlement willing to pay over 100,000 credits for the scum she currently had in her brig. Punching in the coordinates quickly, she set the ship in motion and flicked the auto-pilot switch to ON. No need to do a pre-flight check, she had already done that before they caught the bastard earlier. In her line of work, it proved prudent to have everything ready to go should you need to get out of a place in a hurry. Looking over all of the gauges to make sure things were running the way they should, Violet left and went back to her quarters. <br><br>Settling in on her bed, she sighed and called out for the system to play some soothing tunes for her. She had always liked those old light and fluffy pieces that played the sounds of ocean waves or forest rain over tinkling music. She found it soothing, even though she had never even heard the ocean or rain in a forest once in her life. Relaxing back into her pillows, ready to take a little cat nap, she threw one arm over her eyes and closed them lightly. Hearing Rah enter, she sighed, keeping her arm over her eyes. “Already, Rah? I just got showered…” She started to get up slowly, but as she moved her arm and saw his expression, she bolted upright quickly. “What’s the matter?”<br><br>All she heard after that was “Uncle Jim” and her eyes dilated in shock. Sitting still, she felt a cold shiver run down her back. “Okay, what do we do now?” she asked, looking up at Rah with a worried look on her face. There wasn’t much that could get Violet worried, but this…this was one of them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Black (Woegman &amp; Kit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>woegman</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 03:40:35</strong>
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				<em>Uncle Jim says hello…</em><br><br>Rah thought about the last time he had heard that phrase.&nbsp; It was five years back, on the day he had been burned.&nbsp; Uncle Jim says hello had been a code phrase, but it was so much more than that.&nbsp; A simple code phrase could be easily overheard, infiltrated, putting a spy and his handler at risk, so the company who created him had included a certain hardwiring within his genes, so that the phrase could only trigger him properly if delivered by one who had likewise been genetically hardwired to do so.&nbsp; When spoken, the words would have inflections and pheromones tuned so finely no one could possibly deliver them the same way.&nbsp; When written, done only in the rarest of occasions, the words would be delivered in a complex image pattern that, while appearing as just text to the naked eye, would have been composed of billions of microscopic images that had likewise been hardwired into his DNA to detect and read.&nbsp; It was quite literally the most impossible code for anyone to break, and the only person who could possibly deliver it had been Vincent Carrus, his handler.<br><br>Vincent Carrus, who was as dead as dead could be.&nbsp; The day he was burned, Rah had found his contact brutally murdered.&nbsp; He still remembered the pain of it, the smell of Vinny’s innards having been made outtards, the harsh taste of copper that the blood spattering the room seemed to fill the air with, the glassy blank stare in the eyes of the only person he had ever been allowed to bond with, the sound of sirens as the police closed in on his location.&nbsp; He had escaped, barely, and been on the run ever since.&nbsp; He had mostly put it behind himself – whoever it was that had set him up, whoever had killed Vinny, had been as professional and perfect at their job as he was at his.&nbsp; There had been nothing to trace, no path to follow, no leads to tell him why or how things had gotten to where they were.&nbsp; Violet had tried helping him with it when he eventually came around to talking about it.&nbsp; Even using her not inconsiderable resources, they found nothing, and eventually gave up.<br><br>And now he was getting messages from beyond the grave.&nbsp; He sat down on Violet’s bed, ran a hand through his hair, and breathed out a sigh that was as frazzled as his nerves.&nbsp; He turned and looked at her, saw the worry on her face, and placed a warm hand softly on her cheek.&nbsp; Instinct and the need for comfort struck him, and he pulled her close into a soft, gentle, nurturing kiss.&nbsp; He took a moment to relax in her arms, in the taste and feel of her lips, at the softness of her breasts as they pressed against him.&nbsp; After a while, he broke the kiss, sighed again, and looked at his lover, now the only person in the universe with whom he felt whole.<br><br>“Sorry Vi…I needed that,” he sighed, and then scratched his head, thinking.&nbsp; “I just really didn’t expect this, and for once in my life, I’m not sure how to react.&nbsp; If this message follows standard protocol, it’ll be followed up by another message, with an encrypted location for a meet.&nbsp; What should we do?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Black (Woegman &amp; Kit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 20:14:26</strong>
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				Violet knew this meant trouble, but how deep did that trouble run, was the question. There was only one person who could have delivered that message, or delivered it in such a way as to make Rah react. And that person, according to Rah, was dead. Deader than dead, he was obliterated, eviscerated, and destroyed. She had tried her best to help him find who killed Vinny, or at least who might have some sort of tie to it. But nothing ever came up, no many how many creds they tossed around, no matter what low-life scum they “interrogated.” Nothing ever came up on who got rid of Vinny. Personally, Violet suspected Central. Those dirty bastards were probably behind 99.9% of the murders out there, but that was neither here nor there. Right now, she had to consider this message, and what it meant for them. <br><br>There was only one way that message could have been generated, and that was by hacking Vinny’s old messages and sending it forward to Rah. To do so, one had to have access to Vinny’s records, and know who the hell Rah was, and know how to make an old message appear new. Obviously, this was someone on the inside. There was no way an outsider would have all that knowledge. The question is, was it friend or foe. In the sort of business Rah and Violet were in, the first thing you learn is, never make assumptions. Assumptions get you killed…fast. And nobody likes to die, do they? No, they don’t. So, you learn: no assumptions! The second thing you learn is, there’s no such thing as friends in this business. You could know someone for decades, and then one day you’re face down in a plate of Owekh stew with a knife in your back. To an extent, even Rah and Violet could not trust one another implicitly. You just never knew. Still, that doesn’t mean you cannot form a certain level of trust and respect for someone. Violet trusted Rah, and she knew that with him by her side, she was safe.<br><br>Still, she was worried as hell over this message thing. As he sat down next to her, she looked into his eyes, unable to hide her worry. Leaning her face into his fingers as he brushed them over her cheek, she closed her eyes slightly, enjoying his reassuring touch. She felt his arms slide around her and she pulled him close as well. As their lips met, she sighed with pleasure. This was not their usual ‘hurry up and fuck me’ kiss. This was soft and sweet, full of pure emotion. She could feel that he was as worried as she was and that being held by her, being kissed by her, was just as comforting to him as it was to her to get the same from him. Letting their lips touch and come apart gently, she relaxed in his arms, but still holding him tight to her. As he pulled away, Violet looked into Rah’s eyes once more and could not remember her life before him. Nor did she want to, honestly.<br><br>Violet was an observer of details, and she watched as Rah scratched at his head, seemingly more relaxed, but still worried. Reaching out to stroke his arm gently, Violet murmured, “It’s ok, baby. I don’t think anyone could be prepared for a situation like this!” She thought for a moment herself and continued, “You know…” Shaking her head, she sighed softly, dismissing the idea that had come to her. “Ok, let’s go over the facts, quickly.” Ticking them off on her fingers as she spoke, Violet began, “One, you got the message and it was encrypted properly. Two, the only one who could encrypt it properly was Vinny. Three, Vinny’s dead. Four, that means two things: either someone went to a lot of trouble to convince you that Vinny is dead; or someone was able to hack into Vinny’s old messages and send one your way. Either way, it’s not good. Five, we still have a piece of shit in the brig that needs to be delivered. Six, we have no way of knowing whether you will get the follow up message until it arrives. So, my thought is, let’s get that piece of crap off of my ship, collect our creds and…wait.” <br><br>She pursed her lips and pushed an errant strand of hair behind her ear. “I know it sucks, but way out here we have no way to check who or what sent that message. Normally, and you know me, I’d want to be more proactive. But, I also want that scum off of my ship. The longer he’s here, the more likely it is we’ll have to feed him or something.” She grinned and her eyes lit up for a second, “Any chance you still have some of that…” She looked crestfallen all of a sudden. “No, they wanted him alive.” Violet looked into Rah’s eyes once more and leaned in to give him a long, smoldering kiss. “So, whadya say, baby? Let’s get that turd off of my ship, and then we’ll see if we can find out who sent that message. Or maybe we’ll have the follow-up message to deal with by then…Either way, business first!” <br>
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