'Captivated' ~ Sir Haley and Oreo
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				Title: <strong>'Captivated' ~ Sir Haley and Oreo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreo</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 00:38:16</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Synthea Tolmi</strong><br>(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh216/allybandy/392.jpg)<br></td><td><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size">~*~</span></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Background: Syn grew up in the thieves order of Nar Shaddaa. Talented in seeking out information for the crime lords of the Compeer, her specialty is infiltration. Her personality lends people to accept her as being honest and forthcoming while she in truth seeks only her own gain. What Synthea wants, she usually gets. <br><br>More in touch with the reality of her senses, she lives in the here and now. Her impulses drive her with a yearning to be free. If she continually represses these impulses she ends up feeling 'dead inside' and may eventually cut and run. She can be quite charming and ingratiating on first acquaintance, flowing with compliments which may (or may not) be deserved. On other occasions, she may be aloof and detached. She is fiercely competitive, and may experience great difficulty in losing. This competitive nature, is urged on by 'lucky,' 'gut' feelings, and a willingness to take risks. <br><br>She almost unconsciously looks for nonverbal, nearly subliminal cues as to what makes her quarry "tick." Once she knows, she waits for just the right time to trump the unsuspecting victim's ace and glory in her conquest. Oddly enough, Synthea seems to admire and respect anyone who can beat her at her own game. <br><br>"If I was any better, I couldn't stand it!"<br><br>To Synthea, admission of weakness feels like failure. She admires strength in herself and in others. Shock effect is her favorite technique to get the attention of her mark. She loves to be at center stage, demonstrating feats of wonder and daring. <br><br>Class: Jedi - latent talent</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Krech sat in a small transport with nearly a dozen other heavily armored men. They were less skilled than he, but still experts at their jobs. "Weapons free, men. We're going in. Take no prisoners." Silently the team descended from the ship onto the palace roof. Before the guards took notice of what was occurring, the assault team was inside, with several dozen people dead. <br><br>Synthea heard the sounds of battle in the outer corridor, long before the troopers arrived. While she did seek out vital information from the Hutt's, she was not about to fight for them, or die for them. Besides she was in no condition to fight...no weapons, or armor. All she had were her wits, and incredible good luck. Though to be caught here seemed incredibly bad luck at the moment, it was bound to turn to her advantage, it always did. Her eyes narrowed. From the screams emanating in the corridor, she determined that the entire palace was being destroyed. Syn had no intention of dying today. Grabbing a pair of shackles, she bowed her head in regret to Ven'Dral. "Perhaps later...but from the sound of things 'later' is not coming for you." She took off running to the screened area behind his throne.<br><br>Systematically working their way down through the palace to the inner chambers, they descended upon the throne room, and Krech himself busted down the doors. Synthea snapped the shackles in place, just as the doors burst open. She looked down at her clothing with a smile. This time it might just work for her. Her dress was more provocative than her normal attire, but the Hutt's were known for being distracted by erogenous means. Her shapely legs were almost completely exposed, while her bustier style top had been worn specifically to loosen Ven'Dral's lips. She had just about acquired the information she had been sent for too, when this...person broke in, destroying her entire mission. However, what he was doing might be just as valuable a piece of knowledge...<em>If she lived to tell.</em><br><br>Krech easily dispatched the soldiers guarding Ven'Dral Hutt. The bulbous creature could do nothing as Krech plunged a vibro sword into his fat neck, slicing until his head fell listlessly to the side. <br><br>A gasp escaped her mouth when the man's vibro blade practically rendered Ven'Dral's head from his body. "Crap Synthea...you're going to get yourself killed." <em>Better to call out? Or hope he didn't notice her at all? </em><br><br>"Move out, I'm done here, on to stage two." Kresh then left, ignoring the feminine voice as he made his way to his next stop. "This is Kresh, Ven'Dral has been... dethroned."<br><br>"Kresh? His name was Kresh?" She had to follow. This could be very lucrative if she played it right. There were some who would pay good money for this information. Kicking the shackles back off, she grabbed the pile of credits Ven'Dral kept next to his throne, and headed after 'Kresh'. She stayed far enough behind to not draw his attention, but she had been doing this for too many years to loose a mark that easily. It was almost as if she could taste his footsteps long after they were made. Tracking him to the slavers office, she almost tripped over a dead Rodian before deciding to wait outside while Kresh interrogated the woman. She glanced down noticing the dead Rodian's now useless cryogen whip, and snatched it up. It would serve her fine until she found something better. She was rather fond of whips. Synthea's eyes closed as she concentrated entirely on the conversation. She wondered who this Drenna was? That they were killing to either find her, or find her owners was interesting. As soon as she heard the attacker call himself a Gen'Dai, she knew it was time to get away. She had no desire to fight this Kresh, and had all the information she needed for now. Synthea disappeared into the night.<br><br>It took some doing but Synthea made her way to the space-port without being stopped by the authorities. With her usual luck in tact she should be out of the system shortly. But for the first time she had the scoop on the best information ever, and no one to sell it to. The people who usually bought her information were now dead, along with the people who paid her to find the information. She was out of a job. On the bright side, the path to her ship was clear, and as she had hoped no one bothered to stop her progress. <br><br>Her hand ran possessively over the keypad for the hatch entry. It was practically new, and all hers. She had finally saved enough credits to purchase the beauty outright. This would be her first test flight out of the Nar Shaddaa system. Once inside she sat at the console. A grin spread as she prepared to leave. It rapidly turned downward in agitated worry. <em>The engines were failing?</em> Or so the bright red flashing lights would seem to indicate. What the hell had happened? She didn't have a clue to how she was suppose to fix the stupid thing, and leaving the ship or calling for repairs would draw attention to herself. Attention she didn't want! "Shit...shitshitshit!!!" <br><br>She was going to have to go and discretely find someone to fix it. She shoved a wad of the credits into her bustier, and headed back out the hatch. Her eyes were not mistaking the shadow she saw flicker between the other ships, but she continued on as if she had witnessed nothing. The figure continued to follow her, as a second and third figure joined the first...<br><br><em>A sweet hells of Hoth!</em> she thought, There's more of them? She was screwed. If these had anything to do with that Kresh guy, she was as good as dead. She fingered the whip hanging from her waist, but thought again. It might serve against one, maybe two of them, but she sensed more. She turned to confront them, "I am no fool, what do you want? I have nothing worth stealing." She put all the Force into the words that she could. Syn had&nbsp; little training, but was capable enough to generally get people to go along with her way of thinking. <br><br>As she shouted, she felt a pair of large hands placed around her. One hand around her waist, the other across her mouth to silence her. Synthea was not foolish enough to hurt herself needlessly. There were too many of them, and until they actually tried to harm her she was putting up no struggle. She certainly didn't want to draw the attention of the Exchange, the authorities, or worse yet that <em>'bounty hunter'</em> that had been dogging her heels. She allowed herself to go limp enough for the one holding her to understand she wasn't about to struggle. As the man held onto her, another came up, and grabbing her legs, felt them for any weapons she might be carrying, touching them longer than necessary, before letting go. Syn was fine with being frisked. Well, as fine as could be under the circumstances, but when they began to tie her up and bind her, she began to struggle to no avail. "Come on guys, there's no reason to tie me up." But the words fell on deaf ears. The next thing she knew she was flung uncomfortably over the big ones shoulder, while another groped between her breasts for her money. How had he even known it was there?<br><br>&nbsp;"Having fun are we? Ah, hey. I'll let you keep that if you fix my ship." She smiled winningly at him. "I even have more," she winked. "Get rid of these other two, and I'll take you with me?" <br><br>The man simply glared at her, and followed behind the rest, watching her intently with a look on his face that would send fear into the minds of any other woman. <br><br>Hmmmph! <em>Well that one certainly wasn't going to be any fun</em>. Oh, they all acted so fearsome. Gordz! She had just watched a Gen'Dai gut the Hutt king, and they thought she'd be scared because they looked mean at her? She was relieved though when the big one set her down. She didn't think people realised just how uncomfortable it was to be carried like that.<br><br>Another one stepped forward and asked her name, "Do I get my money back if I answer truthfully? It appears I need to fix my ship." She wiggled a bit against the bonds, trying to keep her balance while her feet were tied together. She hated looking stupid, and she most certainly did at the moment. It gave her a disadvantage. Sighing in resignation, "I'm Synthea Tolmi, former employee of the Exchange. Former confidant of King Hutt. Anything else useful I can help you with? Perhaps a tour of the palace?" She envisioned some of Krech's men still there. <br><br>"Do not try using the Force on us. We are immune. We know of your skills, and we can see it being beneficial to both of us, if you were to...join us." <br><br>Her entire demeanor changed instantly to one of a serious nature. "Join you? You're not here to rough me up a tad for information?" She wriggled a bit uncomfortably again. "You have a strange way of conducting business, but I am open to new employment opportunities. So 'who' are you?" <br><br>&nbsp;"In time, you will know. But first, you must prove yourself to us. We do not take on new hands without first testing them." <br><br>She caught the groping man's stares from the corner of her eye. She wiggled a bit just to keep his attention. The ride upside down had caused a bit more of her assets to show than she would have liked, but might work to her advantage now. He appeared the weakest mind among the group. If she needed a way out he might be useful. "What kind of test? And what happens if I don't want to join your 'secret' club?" <br><br>If you refuse, we cannot simply let you leave, after having seen us. I will most likely let Vinzo here," the man grinned, "have his way with you, before killing you." <br><br>"He could try. But unless you all take me on at once, he would fail." She had been working on the bonds, since they tied her. Little movements of her hands barely more than what would seem natural if she had been afraid. But she had not been afraid. Each wiggle had been deliberate. Apparently they had not considered her whip a weapon worth removing. Now that she knew his name it almost seemed a shame. She felt the knot give way around her wrists, and her strike was viper like. Vinzo never saw it coming. The whip snaked out wrapping around his neck with a hiss. "You really should learn to 'ask' for cookies first Vinzo." Then her wrist jerked in a motion that created a clearly audible snapping of bones. Vinzo's leer stopped. <br><br>"My apologies gentlemen, but I can't abide scum. Now that the rodent is disposed of, when does the test begin?"<br><br>"Impressive," the leader said, kicking Vinzo's corpse."You have passed the first test."<br><br>She smiled, "What's next ? I really do need a new job. Preferably without sexual harassment. I dress this way for work, not for pleasure. I do hope it didn't lead you to think I have nothing between my ears but galactic space." <br><br>"The next is a test of strength. It is very easy, simply lift that bag over there." At this, he pointed at a small bag laying on the ground in the corner of the alley.<br><br>How difficult could it be? The bag appeared small enough, but there was bound to be a trick. "I'll give it a try but do you mind if I unbind my feet first?" She sat down and removed the knots. She wished she knew why her tricks weren't working on them. If only her mentor were still here. He would know why. Something niggled at her memory but it was reluctant to reveal itself. <br><br>Ankle bonds released she wandered over to test the bag certain that it would be immobile. As she leaned forward, she jumped back instinctively as her neck rings were almost pulled to the sack. There was a magnet holding the weights. It should be easy to deactivate with her mind, but try as she might there was nothing. The men were unaffected by her powers of persuasion too. What had her teacher told her about some kind of creature that nullified powers? Much the same as the Hutts did?... One of them must have a Ysalamir in their possession, but which one? A devious smile crossed her lips as she turned back to the four remaining men. Poor Vinzo, he would have loved what was coming next.<br><br>Her fingers moved leisurely untying the laces of her bustier as she sauntered toward them. With a panther-esque grace, rounded hips rotating smoothly, her legs gently brushing one another, each slow seductive step brought her closer to them. Her sultry eyes provocative, her tongue delicately traced her lips to moisten them, her husky voice wreathed with promise, "I'll have intimate relations with which ever one of you has the Ysalamir." <br><br>She grinned as three of the men all looked enviously at the fourth. After deliberately retying her laces, she grabbed the whip. Her eyes locked on the lucky fourth man, "Well, shall we do this the easy way?....or the hard way? I am not one to go back on my word, but you'll have to best me if you expect to partake of my.....pleasure. Or you could simply hand over the Ysalamir, and avoid the humiliation."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Captivated ~ Sir Haley and Oreo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Haley</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 06:00:50</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=6283">Quote from: Oreo on 25-05-2009, 06:19:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh216/allybandy/MandoJediRPCharacter-1.jpg)<br><br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jacha Swden grinned as he stroked his beard with his right hand and watched Synthea Tolmi.&nbsp; Though those men thought her captured, it was she who had the upper hand.&nbsp; This was not the first time she hand found herself in this situation.&nbsp; He should know, as a bounty hunter, he has been following her for what seemed almost a half-year.&nbsp; Normally, the Mandalorian did not align himself with a cause or government, as Swden felt he would be cutting himself off a great deal of potential clientele.&nbsp; However, when the Mandalore, the ruler of his race, summoned him for a mission, Jacha knew better than turn him down.<br><br>When told what his mission would require, the bounty hunter had to restrain a laugh.&nbsp; A woman?&nbsp; He would need to hunt down a woman because she had valuable information on his home planet's defenses?&nbsp; What would she do with this information?&nbsp; Either way, with the Mandalore demanding this information returned, and the woman caught or killed, Jacha felt honored to serve his leader.<br><br>Hunting her down had been much more difficult than he had expected.&nbsp; She was a master of infiltration, hiding and deception.&nbsp; Every time he thought he had the woman pinned down and ready to be taken down, she would elude him either accidentally or on purpose.&nbsp; He was still not sure if she was cognizant of his presence.<br><br>Whatever she was doing with those four men, Jacha realized the four men's attentions were drawn to her completely, and her attention was taken as well.&nbsp; Noticing the time was perfect for him to get to her, he silently and slowly snuck behind boxes and various other object, making sure they did not see or sense him.&nbsp; If she sensed him, Synthea would be gone in a moment's notice, and it would be another month before finding her again.&nbsp; Finally, he was almost directly behind her.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking his blaster pistol in his right hand, he quickly and efficiently took out two of the men with headshots by the time he was behind Synthea, knocking her out with a quick, fierce blow to the back of the head with his left fist.&nbsp; The other two men were still scrambling about, trying to find their weapons, making them easy targets for Jacha, which he took advantage of.&nbsp; Looking down at Synthea, he grinned, happy he had taken his prize.&nbsp; Holstering his pistol, he grabbed hand and leg cuffs and applied them to the unconscious body, then sat down, waiting her to regain consciousness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Captivated ~ Sir Haley and Oreo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreo</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 00:38:51</strong>
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				Synthea was ready to fight, looking forward to it in fact. Before she had a chance to even crack her whip, two rapid fire shots felled the man she was after and the one next to him. Next came a searing pain in her neck. As the ground rushed up to meet her face all she could think was <em>"Shit, it's ....."</em><br><br>The sound of herself moaning was the first indication that she was still alive, the second was the pain throbbing through her skull. She tried to move and groaned upon discovering she was bound again. This time with cuffs, a bit more difficult to get out of but not impossible. Rolling to her side, shaking her hair out of her face, she looked up at the burly man. Trying to shake off the double image, only made her feel nauseous. She must have hit the ground pretty hard. "Bounty Hunter! Is that you? Looks like you finally caught up with me. The question is whether you can hold on to me." Her wink turned into a grimace, and she attempted to sit upright, facing him. "This is no way to treat a lady, ya know?"<br><br>Her grimace turned to disdain. <em> Oh how she would love to wipe that smirk off his face.</em> He looked like cat after swallowing a canary, whole. Hands cuffed behind her, she dug the pin out of her waistband.&nbsp; "Seriously, I have about twenty-five-thousand GC on my ship. It's all yours if you let me go." If she could keep him talking, he might be distracted enough for her to get that gun that was tempting her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Captivated ~ Sir Haley and Oreo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Haley</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 20:28:09</strong>
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				Rolling her on her chest, he took the pin out of her hands, and rolled her back, backhanding her across the face.&nbsp; He had lost one too many targets by this ploy, and he was not about to lose this one.&nbsp; Kneeling down, continuing to smirk, "Who do you think I am?&nbsp; Just some stupid bounty hunter?&nbsp; No, I've been hired by the Mandalore himself, who has promised me more than you can ever muster up, trust me," he said winking.&nbsp; Standing up and still looking down on her, he smiled, "Oh, I expect to keep you as long as I need.&nbsp; Get comfortable with those cuffs, the ride back is going to be a long one."<br><br>Picking her up and throwing him over his shoulder, Jacha smiled, knowing he got a good feel for her woman parts as he lifted her.&nbsp; He approved, though knowing her attitude from hunting her down, she would be livid.&nbsp; If only there was a woman like Synthea on Mandalore.&nbsp; Making his way to his ship, he felt it necessary to start a bit of conversation while holding on to her upper, inner thigh to keep her on his shoulder.&nbsp; "So, Synthea, it is Synthea isn't it?&nbsp; &nbsp;Tell me, who hired you that finds Mandalorian planetary defense information so important?&nbsp; For the last few years, we have done nothing but been peaceful."&nbsp; He lied.&nbsp; When the planet of Mandalore was peaceful was when the rest of the galaxy should be afraid.&nbsp; It was then they planned for their next attack and developed the appropriate weaponry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Captivated ~ Sir Haley and Oreo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreo</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 06:42:26</strong>
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				Before she even got the pin inserted, he had rolled her onto her chest, then shoved her back. Syn had been completely taken by surprise with the blow he laid to her head. She had already cracked it hard enough to see double, now her mouth was bleeding too? At least she assumed that's what the odd copper taste was. <em>Who did she think he was?</em>&nbsp; Her head was spinning. How had everything gone so wrong? Her glazed eyes looked up at him, he seemed to think he would be keeping her for a long time, in cuffs? Desperately she tried to focus on his face, "I'm not sure who you are but, I think I need to fix my ship."<br><br><em>Great Galaxies</em>, he was strong she thought as he picked her up with ease. Again, she was hanging over a shoulder. His hand didn't bother her near as much at the moment than her ribs. Was he aware it only took three pounds of pressure to break a rib? "I really hate this." A groan slipped unbidden past her lips. "Do you have any idea how bad it hurts to be carried this way? The blood was pounding in her head. She couldn't swallow any more of what was leaking into her mouth, and spit it out on the street. He had been following her too long for her to pretend she wasn't Synthea. "If I tell you who it was for, will you please get me off your shoulder? I even know who they sold it to. The question is how badly do you want the information?...? Do you have a name?" It wasn't until her head fell back down, and her gaze settled on the only place she could look, maybe her mind was messed up, but <em>Galactic Space, he had a nice butt.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Captivated ~ Sir Haley and Oreo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Haley</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 22:43:04</strong>
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				Jacha sighed, already tired of her mouth.&nbsp; There were not many other ways to carry a prisoner who's arms and legs were bound, but maybe she did not know this.&nbsp; Dropping her on her butt, he looked at her, providing only a half smile.&nbsp; "If you insist on whining the entire trip about how I am treating you, remember this.&nbsp; You are not a princess and I'm not your royal guard.&nbsp; You are Synthea Tolmi, convicted spy, and I am your captor, Jacha Swden, renowned bounty hunter sent by the great Mandalore, himself."<br><br>While lecturing her, he could not help but scope her perfect curves, then shaking those thoughts from his mind.&nbsp; Developing any sort of feelings for his prey would impair his judgement, and the one who sent him would not be pleased with the outcome if that were to happen.&nbsp; He continued, "If I have imposed to much pain to your precious, delicate body, enlighten me on how to carry someone such as you," he said, placing his hand on her fine jawline, taunting her.&nbsp; "You obviously cannot walk with those cuffs binding restricting your movement, and I will definitely not provide your legs freedom.&nbsp; Do I come across as stupid?&nbsp; I guess I could drag you by your hair," he said, giving it a light tug.<br><br>"Oh, and about your ship, the repairs themselves would cost more than that piece of junk you fly.&nbsp; I personally saw to that.&nbsp; We will be taking my ship.&nbsp; Nothing of interest to me is on it, either, or anymore," he taunted, revealing a wad of GC's from one of his pockets.&nbsp; "Thank you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Captivated ~ Sir Haley and Oreo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreo</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 05:39:15</strong>
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				Syn yelped as her bottom hit the floor. Another ache to add to the growing list of pain this day was bringing. <em>Jacha</em>, well at least she had a name to put to his face. Though he had well and truly caught her. Was she whining? Syn ached too bad to tell. She was good at what she did. How had he managed to catch her off guard this time? It had been a merry chase, but she had truly believed she was too good for him to catch her. "Of course I'm no princess," Syn practically spat the word. <em>Great bounty hunter...Mandalore himself..</em> Syn mumbled under her breath, before looking up at him.<br><br>Having seen that gaze in many a mans eye before, she knew all she needed was time. Trying to remember when a man had last gotten the better of her, she shook her head slightly, and instantly regretted the movement. It had been years ago, but still in the end she had managed to escape. Syn would escape from Jacha too. Though, she had to admit there was something intoxicating knowing he was able to catch her. He was every inch appealing, <em>Whoa, where did that thought come from Syn? The man just beat you up!</em><br><br><em>"If I have imposed to much pain to your precious, delicate body, enlighten me on how to carry someone such as you,"</em><br><br>A shiver went through her, as his hand held her jaw. Her mouth went dry as her eyes locked on his for a brief moment. Would he hit her again if she answered? "It seems you have gotten to know me very well in our little game of cat and mouse. Since you have captured me, I can honestly say you are anything but stupid. It would be foolish indeed to loosen my feet, but if you were to place my wrist cuffs in front..." her head tilted slightly, her tongue slipped over her lower lip in an attempt to restore moisture at what she was about to suggest. "I could slip my arms over your head, and sling my legs over your forearm." <br><br>Syn stiffened for a moment wondering if another blow might be be forthcoming for her suggestion. Then wincing as he tugged her hair, eyes widening as he admitted to messing up her ship. Syn wanted to kick him when he brought out her wad of GC's, but under the circumstances that would be a very stupid idea. He was far superior to the usual hunters that trailed her occasionally. Pretty sure she couldn't take another blow to the head, she opted to play it smart. With any luck she could steal her credits back anyway. "You're welcome! You must be feeling pretty damned good at the moment Jacha, is one small concession that difficult?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Captivated ~ Sir Haley and Oreo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Haley</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 08:31:51</strong>
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				Jacha grinned as Syn stiffened as he raised his hand to her.&nbsp; Not only did he have the upper-hand physically, but he also had it psychologically.&nbsp; However, the very fact she was making requests of him annoyed him to no end.&nbsp; <em>You musn't allow yourself to give concessions to her.&nbsp; Give her an inch here or there, and eventually she will be dragging you to her leader.</em>&nbsp; Yet, her proposal made sense.&nbsp; Breaking one of her ribs would endanger her life, and Syn was worth at least twenty-fold more alive than dead.<br><br>"Fine," he said, sighing with resignation.&nbsp; "If you make any funny moves whatsoever, you'll not see the light of day again.&nbsp; I can promise you that," he continued, unholstering his blaster from his belt.&nbsp; With his one free hand, he pushed her to the ground, back up, and released one of her hands from the cuffs while holding the blaster to her head.&nbsp; <em>Now is the tricky part,</em> he thought.&nbsp; Reholstering his gun, he took both of her hands with his and forced them under her stomach, which was touching the ground, and quickly restrained both hands in the cuffs again.&nbsp; Rolling her over, yet again, he felt relieved, yet refused to show it.&nbsp; She was a dangerous prisoner.&nbsp; Giving her many more chances like that could prove to be a costly mistake.<br><br>Lifting her up, again, he held her as she asked, her arms around his head and his arms bearing the rest of her weight.&nbsp; As he started walking, he realized why she would demand such a position.&nbsp; Maybe she did not want her ribs snapped in half, but he knew there to be an ulterior motive.&nbsp; Her face this close to his, he realized just how beautiful she was, how every line on her face was placed perfectly to form such a heavenly visage which was only accentuated by the feminine scent she was giving off.&nbsp; Trying to clear his mind from these distractions, he cleared his throat and started asking questions, "Okay, I scratched your back, now you scratch mine.&nbsp; Who wanted Mandalorian information so badly?"&nbsp; As he asked the question, he looked directly into her eyes with his steely-blue irises.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Captivated ~ Sir Haley and Oreo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreo</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 02:39:53</strong>
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				Syn offered no resistance, at the moment it made little sense to put up a struggle. The last thing she needed was further injury. It was clear he was strong enough to break her neck if he so chose. Or blast her head off. She was intelligent enough to wait. "No," she mumbled, "no funny moves." Her speech slurred slightly, her thoughts drifting. It did give her some small satisfaction that he considered her capable of fighting, given her present condition. If he knew how close she was to passing out again, he wouldn't have worried so much. The flopping back and forth wasn't helping either.<br><br>When he finally lifted her up she was shocked for a moment at the surge of desire that swept through her. Pulling herself as close as she could to his shoulders to reduce the strain of her weight, she found her eyes closing for a moment. Having never been this close to a Mandalorian before, she had no idea that they smelled so good, or was it just him? It took all her strength to not bury her face in his neck. Syn did go as far as to let her head fall back a bit against his shoulder. Her eyes half closed as the pounding in her head eased slightly.<br><br>"Thank you Jacha. I know you didn't have to do that, but my head is hurt pretty bad." She looked up at him for a moment, the giddiness of her injury and his heady scent were disrupting her thought, "or that scent you're wearing is driving me crazy. Or both."<br><br><em>"Okay, I scratched your back, now you scratch mine. Who wanted Mandalorian information so badly?" </em> <br><br>Now there was a thought, at the moment she was thinking, she would have no trouble scratching his back. In fact she hadn't even realised her nails were already lightly scratching his upper back. She wiggled her legs a bit, attempting to get a better grip around his shoulders. "Ven'Dral Hutt purchased the information, but some guy named Kresh just killed King Hutt. I suspect his boss is the one that commissioned the information in the first place." She wanted to tell him more but at the moment she couldn't think. Head spinning, her thoughts went fuzzy, a final mumbled whisper escaped her lips, "You really do ...smell...nice..." Her head fell against his shoulder, as her body slumped in his grasp.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Captivated ~ Sir Haley and Oreo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Haley</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 03:29:02</strong>
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				Once Syn fainted in his arms, he was able to pick up his pace, practically sprinting to his ship.&nbsp; Recounting her words in his head, he suddenly became somewhat confused.&nbsp; Was she physically attracted to him?&nbsp; It should have been no surprise to Jacha, as there were rumors that Mandalorian sweat has been used as a pheromone.&nbsp; How those purveyors got a hold of the liquid, Jacha refused to think on.&nbsp; It was obvious those pheromones were causing this physical attraction of Syn to him, possibly acting on a mind that was not in total control from the brute force he had exerted on the back of her head earlier.&nbsp; He had regretted using so much of his power, but in the end, it was better to leave her dazed then not hit her hard enough and instigate a fight.<br><br>Once in his ship, which was bigger than most personal interstellar vessels, he sat her down on one of the chairs and released her arms and then bound them to the&nbsp; arms of the chair while releasing her legs.&nbsp; She would thank him later for that.&nbsp; Wanting her in full health, he soaked a rag in cold water then placing it on the back of her neck, hoping it would ease her pain.&nbsp; Sitting in a chair across the room from her, he waited again for her to regain consciousness.&nbsp; He wanted answers from her, straight, informative answers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Captivated ~ Sir Haley and Oreo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreo</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 17:30:39</strong>
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				Syn awoke, slightly more comfortable than the last time. The cool cloth placed to the back of her neck had stirred her. The kindness was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Head still pounding, but not quite so bad as before, she resorted to testing her arms. Finding them secured to the chair she was sitting in, she didn't struggle, at least her legs were free. Syn's eyes opened slowly, taking in her surroundings, then they fell on Jacha. Her vision was beginning to clear, and as her gaze worked its way up from his sturdy boots to his armored torso she felt a quickening of her heart. It wasn't until her eyes met his that the surge of actual attraction hit her. She hadn't seen him clearly before with her blurred vision. Damn, but he looked every bit as good as his voice sounded. Syn couldn't smell him any more, yet her mind still seemed giddy in his presence. <em>Why this attraction? You should hate him Syn! He's probably taking you to your death, and you're dreaming of what he would look like without that armor?</em> <br><br>Her grey eyes locked onto his, a sultry look in their depths that she could neither explain nor control. No man had ever brought forth urges like these. "Damn," it was barely a whisper, but it was all she could think to say given the circumstances. She wished she hadn't passed out. It had been so nice in his arms up to that point, and she missed most of it being unconcious? For some reason she had no desire to use the fake temptress mode she had used on the men last night. Jacha was worthy of better. "I guess I passed out again?"<br><br>Then something he had said earlier finally registered. "You disabled my ship?" How had he bypassed her security systems? There was much about Jacha she found intriguing. Her mind was having a devil of a time trying to figure out why she was attracted, when she should be thinking of escape, but the last thing she wanted at the moment was to get away from Jacha. Again her mouth was dry, and sore from the cut rubbing along her teeth. Her tongue ran across the injury, then sneaked out to moisten her lips. It wasn't a teaser, just a natural habit when she was nervous or agitated. "You're the only man who's managed to hold me this long Jacha," a smile quirked her lips. "That guy, the one who killed Hutt...He was Gen'Dai. He just destroyed my lucrative career and sent me straight to your tender arms." Syn broke into a giddy laughter. "If this great Mandalore has me killed, could you do me a small favor and get Kresh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Captivated' ~ Sir Haley and Oreo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Haley</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 21:48:46</strong>
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				Jacha smiled as she talked, glad she was alive and with no permanent damage to her head.&nbsp; Relieved, he removed his torso armor, showing his tawny, ripped abs, chest and arms.&nbsp; "Okay, Syn, you can do better than that.&nbsp; You are not going to die anytime soon.&nbsp; Why would a Gen'Dai want this sort of information?" he asked, hoping he did press so much that he noticed.&nbsp; If there was one race other than rancor that caused a Mandalorian pause, it was Gen'Dai.&nbsp; Mandalorians were trained to fight since birth so by the time they were of age, they were ruthless killers, able to back the name that caused fear throughout the galaxy.<br><br>"Maybe we should take a detour and give this Kresh a visit," he said, taking his lightsaber from his belt, showing it to Syn.&nbsp; "Yes, now you know.&nbsp; I am Jedi-trained, which is a rarity for my race.&nbsp; Few have the mental complexity to handle and manipulate the Force the way I can," he said, smirking.&nbsp; "So?&nbsp; Are you going to answer my question or are you going to disappoint my previous expectations of you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Captivated' ~ Sir Haley and Oreo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreo</strong> on <strong>01-06-2009, 05:38:17</strong>
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				<em>Galactic crisis!!</em> Why was he taking off his armor? Syn tried to ignore his physique, but her eyes were drawn anyway. Thank the stars he couldn't hear her heart start racing, though the blood rushing to her face was a dead give away. She tried to concentrate on his words, but, <em>Damn</em>, well it was a good thing she was tied to the chair. <br><br>"Wha...what?" She looked puzzled for a moment? "How would I know why he wanted it? Oh, he also killed the head of the Slave Guild. He wanted to know where some slave named Dreena was. I don't know if they were looking for her, or her owners. I can't tell you more, because I didn't wait around for Kresh to come out and find me. I had to get back to my brand new broken ship. I haven't even had a chance to fly her off planet yet, thank you very much."<br><br><em>Shut up Syn you're beginning to ramble. I know but...</em> Syn squirmed a bit in her chair. She'd never actually been attracted to a man before. There hadn't been one worth her time. She put up a good front, and knew the moves to get men excited, but she had never actually had to go through with anything. Syn left them passed out cold, long before the situation ever got that far. <br><br>Syn parroted his words back at him, "Take a detour and visit Kresh?" Was he crazy? ...and We? When had they become, we? Not that she was opposed, <em>SYN!!! HE JUST CAPTURED YOU. Why aren't you trying to escape?</em><br><br>Her words were at odds with her thoughts, "You would allow me to go after Kresh with you?" She was going to comment on escaping, when he flashed his lightsaber. He was a Jedi? A smile grew across her features. A slow chuckle escaped her lips, that turned to laughter. "Oh this is rich...I evaded a Jedi Master for six galactic months?" She sobered quickly however, "my apologies Jacha, but now I am confused. Why tie me up? I couldn't possibly harm you, or escape..." <em>even if I wanted to</em>, which she didn't. Her stormy eyes looked up at him, "Yes, I would like going after him, very much indeed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Captivated' ~ Sir Haley and Oreo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Haley</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 20:17:54</strong>
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				Jacha could not help but be confused by the look on Syn's face.&nbsp; She looked almost as if she were being tortured, for whatever reason.&nbsp; The bonds were not too tight, me made sure of that.<br><br>This Kresh character was becoming increasingly interesting.&nbsp; The Slave Guild did much business with the Mandalorians.&nbsp; The guild sold slaves cheap to those who existed on Mandalore, while Mandalorian bounty hunters would sometimes 'loose' their captured prey, leaving the Slave Guild to snatch them up.&nbsp; It was an unspoken agreement with the Mandalore and the head of the Slave Guild.&nbsp; Killing off the leader would bring about new business arrangements that could take months or years, surely bringing a economic depression to the planet by halting the influx of slaves.&nbsp; Whoever this Kresh was, he was working for someone who had big plans.<br><br>Covering the hilt to the lightsaber, he concentrated on Syn again.&nbsp; He realized he let a few words slip.&nbsp; "My trust in you is far from that where I might even consider releasing you within my ship, much less grace you with the honor of aiding me in a mission," he said, grinning.&nbsp; "Oh, and I am no Jedi Master.&nbsp; My skills only go so far as that blade and the ability to sense the Force in others, which means I know your little secret."&nbsp; <em>What are you doing?&nbsp; She thought you were a Jedi Master, giving you a very significant upper-hand!!!!</em>&nbsp; Being around&nbsp; her was only resulting in worse things.&nbsp; "Well, we better get off-planet before those guys' friends realize what happened," he thought aloud, rising to make his way from the living quarters to the cockpit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Captivated' ~ Sir Haley and Oreo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreo</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 08:28:09</strong>
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				Jacha seemed to be toying with her like a cat with a mouse. Letting her think he was going after Kresh <em>with</em> her. He had said 'we' might make a detour. Maybe Mandalorians were just insane and they all talked to themselves. Or maybe the Force had messed with Jacha's mind. "Hey Jacha, wait! You don't really intend to go after a Gen'Dai on your own do you? Especially if you're not a Jedi Master." There was a slight slur to her tone. "You're going to have to untie me sooner or later to use the fresher anyway." She blushed a bit, "sooner in fact!"&nbsp; She squirmed a little as she looked him over again, "I promise to not hurt you, or jump out an airlock."<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">The Mandalorian turned around, Syn catching his attention.&nbsp; She did speak truth.&nbsp; Normally, he would have thrown his prisoner in the cargo bay to deal with their issues while bound, but for some reason, he respected her.&nbsp; Synthea had eluded him for half a year, it seemed, so it seemed right to treat the woman in an honorable way.&nbsp; "Fine," he said, "but let's make one thing clear.&nbsp; You try and make a escape, or attack me, and I swear on the Mandalore, what you're feeling now will seem pleasurable."&nbsp; With that, he walked to her and quickly undid her bonds and led her to the fresher, walking next to her while placing his hand to the small of her back.</span><br><br>Her eyes widened, she hadn't expected him to actually untie her. He seemed harder than that. Not that she was displeased, but it seemed unusual. Her voice softened, "I promise I won't try to escape." He came close and began untying the bonds. That wonderful heady musky scent of him flooded her senses again. "And if I attack you, it won't be to cause bodily harm." Her voice was but a whisper by his ear as he undid the second restraint. Normally she would have balked had a man put his hand to her lower back like that, but she liked the authority of his presence and permitted it to remain there.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">In no time they had arrived at Syn's desired destination.&nbsp; Opening the door, urged her entrance, without smiling.&nbsp; <em>Maybe I should have made her work for this a bit more.&nbsp; Giving in to her this easily may end up terribly.&nbsp; Am I giving in because she is attractive.&nbsp; No!!&nbsp; I must act as a stone around her.</em>&nbsp; To Jacha's opinion, showing any emotion was a sign of weakness, and his captive was threatening to bring it out of him.</span><br><br>Syn looked up at him before entering the fresher. He looked like he was at odds with himself. He had no reason to trust her, and any bounty hunter by all rights could have killed her outright, stuck her in a cryo locker or just trussed her up and left her to stew in her own juices. She turned, raising her hand to his upper arm, "Thank you Jacha. I know you didn't have to permit this. I won't abuse the kindness." Turning on her heel she closed the door behind her. A few minutes later, greatly relieved, her face cleaned up a bit she opened the door, not sure if he would be there or not.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">As soon as she exited, he grabbed her by the arm, practically pulling her all the way to the cockpit.&nbsp; Leaving her at where the hall and the cockpit meant, he looked at her and provided a stern, "Stand there."&nbsp; Sitting in the pilot's chair, he looked upon her, barely giving a smile.&nbsp; Why did my captive have to have such a perfect face and luscious curves?&nbsp; Interlocking his fingers and placing them on his thigh, he shook his head.&nbsp; "What am I going to do with you, Syn?&nbsp; Do you really want to be in bonds the entire trip to wherever it is we're going?"</span><br><br>Her idea and his idea of sweeping someone off their feet were obviously two very distinct and separate notions. His hand practically circled her entire upper arm and his stride was practically double hers. Granted she was probably a lot faster than he was, she still found him intimidating. Syn couldn't think of another man she could say that about. Most men were wrapped around her little finger by now, but Jacha acted like he couldn't stand her. Then he stunned her with his questions. <em>Syn could think of several things she would like him to do with her, and if he wanted her bound ...</em> <br><br>"I promised I wouldn't try anything. I meant it Jacha." <em>Damn, why was he making her all wishy-washy?</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Captivated' ~ Sir Haley and Oreo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Haley</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 07:27:51</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">"Well, fine," he said. "Go grab the chair you were in and bring it in the cockpit. I don't want you leaving my sight for much time at all, and we need to get off-world, now." Waving her off, he turned to the controls, firing up his ship and checking diagnostics. In no time at all, the ship was off the ground and leaving the dock.</span><br><br>Smiling a silly grin at him, "Aye sir!" She scrambled from the room, surprised that he trusted her out of his presence at all. For some strange reason she didn't want to disappoint him. Less than a minute later she returned with the chair. Setting it as close as she could to him, she sat down. her eyes watching his every move. "How did you get Jedi training? And what did you mean about knowing my little secret?" Did he sense her trying to manipulate him earlier?<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">By the time Syn returned, Jacha had checked out successfully with customs, in an alias, of course. She had placed her seat so close to his, the bounty hunter could feel her body heat. Looking to her he smiled, "I'm glad you rewarded my trust. Maybe I will allow you to join me in meeting this 'Kresh'." On her trail for almost six months, the Mandalorian had no time to be with any woman, causing his desire for her to increase nearly exponentially. Fortunately, what training he received in the Jedi ways provided him with the knowledge to combat them, however it was still difficult. "There is a Jedi Master hiding in Mandalore. Though I will not provide his name, I will say this. He occasionally visits the Mandalorian Military School and tests the youth and trains those with gifts in the Force to fight with lightsabers, control emotions, and learn a bit in the ways of mind manipulation. You seem to know a bit about mind manipulation and using the Force to quicken your moves, sharpen your senses and improve your concentration.</span><br><br>She hadn't expected a smile from him. Why did it clench her chest? She felt woozy for a moment, but decided it must just be the residual inertia from leaving orbit. Reward his trust? "I have no desire to remain bound until you decide to turn me over. Besides..." Syn was going to say she had no desire to escape. Damn, his musk was driving her to distraction. If she could have found an excuse to get closer she would have. There was something more though. Syn didn't want to use her wiles on him. Sure she could lure him, but this was different...Syn liked him. Go figure. "...You 'will' need me if you're going after Kresh."<br><br>Syn listened attentively as he told her of his training. She had no such benefits. Her teacher was a shyster from the thieves guild. He taught her what she needed to get by, but no real training. Her hand reached to the Mandalorian's arm, a look of sincerity, earnestness in her eyes, "Jacha, do you think you could..." suddenly she remembered her position. What was she thinking? Going to ask him to teach her? He'd probably laugh his fool head off. He was turning her over for bounty, why would he possibly teach her anything? "...Never mind. It was a foolish thought." Reluctantly her palm slid away from the warmth of his arm. Syn stared out the view port for a moment, then lost herself staring down at her hand. Why could she still feel his skin on her fingertips?<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Finally out of orbit, he could engage her in a few valuable minutes of conversation. Not only had her words and touch betrayed her feelings, but her thoughts spoke volumes. "It seems you desire two things, and the lesser of them is training in the Jedi arts, correct?," he asked, looking into her eyes. Big mistake, Jacha!! Her eyes were almost the strength of tractor beams, threatening to pull him in due to their beauty and depth. She's your prisoner, your captive!! What ARE you doing?!? "Do men normally fall for that move, you lightly touching their arm?" he asked, a smirk on his face.</span><br><br>Syn's eyes widened, he could read her thoughts? Her chest overheated; the flush didn't stop until it reached her cheeks. She was very well tempted to go back on her word at the moment, and fling herself out of his nearest airlock. His every word and action discomfited her. If he knew she wanted the training, then he surely knew she was not trying to lure him. She clasped her hand accusingly, as if it had betrayed some inner desire. She hadn't even realised she had done it until she had pulled her hand away. Her eyes turned to him, slightly glassy. Her mouth had gone completely dry. Her voice a shallow rasp, "I forgot myself. Pay it no mind Jacha. I am sure there is no reason for learning Jedi arts, considering my future. The question and the touch, forget them both." Her eyes dropped to his mouth, lingered but a moment, wistful. Then her gaze turned to steel, her jaw clenched in denial, as she stared out the viewport into the dark of space.<br><br><span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font">Jacha sensed Syn was upset and went to ease her emotions, but just as he opened his mouth, an incessant beeping began emanating from the left side of the cockpit. Looking to Syn quickly, he glared at her sharply and spoke even more so, "Sit still and remain quiet, Syn." Turning to his communicator, he opened the line, greeting the entity on the other end.<br><br>"Hello, this is Jacha Swden, bounty hunter for hire. Speak."<br><br>"Jacha, this is Kirte. The Mandalore demands knowledge on the progression of your mission. He grows more and more impatient of your failures," the other man replied.<br><br>Jacha returned with a growl, "Look Commander, I do not see you or the Mandalore hunting this elusive wench down. But yes, she escaped me again, leading me to another planet, probably extending this hunt for another two to three months, at least. Is that it?"<br><br>"Yes, Jacha. Please, be careful. You really should have accepted a partner on this one. You know the farther away you get from Mandalore, the more danger you put yourself in," Kirte Wecin, Jacha's liaison to the Manalore, nagged.<br><br>"There is nothing to worry about, Commander Wecin. I will be fine. Jacha Swden, over and out," he said, finishing the conversation, and turning to Synthea, attempting to gauge her reaction.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Captivated' ~ Sir Haley and Oreo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreo</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 05:28:03</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><em>Sit still and remain quiet?</em> She wasn't likely to speak for a week. How could she have humiliated herself so badly? Syn silently stared straight ahead, the only movement on her face was her old habit of biting the edge of her lower lip when upset. And Syn was definitely upset. Berating herself repeatedly. She had been acting foolishly since she came in contact with Jacha. <em>Get over it Syn! He's just another man. No reason to get all doe eyed just because he cracked your skull, and smells good, looks good, has a brain larger than a peanut...So SNAP OUT OF IT!</em> She was so lost in thought she almost missed the conversation. Her mind already a jumble of confusion tried to make sense out of what she thought she heard. <br><br>Syn could feel Jacha's eyes, her jaw trembled slightly. The average person would probably not even notice, but Jacha was far from ordinary. Her head turned, smokey grey eyes tried to read his face, "Why would you do that?" Her voice was barely a whisper.</span><br><br>Jacha grinned as she seemed shock, ready to cry or both.&nbsp; Placing his hand on her thigh, he tried to comfort her as he answered, "Why?&nbsp; Well, first there is the matter that this 'Kresh', in my view, is a higher priority than zipping back to Mandalore to watch a needless death, and by the I get home and relay the news, whatever this thing has planned will have hatched.&nbsp; So, if I go wherever he is now, and they know I have captured you, they could suspect that maybe I have fallen in love with you and we're off escaping somewhere."<br><br>Jacha could have gone on, outlining the fact he didn't really feel she needed to be captured.&nbsp; Sure, she may have knowledge of something she shouldn't, but Syn would be much more useful in helping to find 'Kresh' and what exactly his plan was, or even if he was the top of the food chain.&nbsp; In the back of his mind, he entertained the thought of maybe allowing her to aid him in this, and evaluating her along the way.&nbsp; His Commander demanded Jacha find a partner, and maybe she was the one, though right now he highly doubted it, with the fact her emotions were often quick to change and often volatile.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">It seemed her whole life just kept flopping back and forth like a fish on land. What was Jacha doing to her? She didn't like the fact that he could read her. It felt as if he were toying with her, as easily as she had played her marks in the past. That didn't set well with her at all. When his hand settled on her bare thigh she thought for a moment she might spontaneously combust. Her ears began to roar. Though she watched his mouth, and did her best to listen to him her eyes were stuck watching his lips move. Wondering what they would feel like in place of his hand. ...<em>needless death...?</em> So she was slated for death? The rest was hazy, but she got the picture. He was watching his own back. She just had a reprieve. She tried to make light of it all, "Yeah, you and me falling in love...wouldn't that be a hoot." </span><br><br>"Yeah, it would be.&nbsp; I can't think of a life more exciting spending my life with an elusive and hard to read woman as you and being hunted down by even more Mandalorian bounty hunters.&nbsp; That would be perfect, in my opinion," he said jokingly.&nbsp; "And yes, I said you are somewhat hard to read," he said, turning to her.&nbsp; "Though I do have some ability to read minds, most of it is complimented by the fact my skills of observation have been honed from years of training.&nbsp; You would be remiss to think I have not noticed your ogling of my body and the your staring at my lightsaber."&nbsp; Jacha hoped this would ease her soul, as he could tell she was on edge, and last thing he wanted was a tense woman on board, even less it being the notorious Synthea Tolmi.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Syn managed to blush three shades of red. If he were trying to comfort or console her he was doing a damn poor job of it. She wasn't that bad? Was she? That undesirable? The uncomfortable feeling lead to a surge of angry self defense.<em> Ogling his body? Ogling?</em> She was Synthea Tolmi! She didn't need any man, least of all this Jedi from Mandalore. If he didn't want her ogling his oh so rippling abs, and his brawny chest why did he strip half naked in front of her? Then make it look like it was all her...grrrrr. Her teeth gnashed as her jaw fairly pulsed. <br><br>Her eyes turned to steel, she had left a trail of dead men behind her without a second thought. Standing from her chair she confronted him. Looking down at his oh so superior smug face."If you think...I was not...Arrrgggg! You are really full of yourself if you think for one minute I was ....ogling you! That I want anything to do with you!" Her breasts strained against the bustier as her agitation grew. Her fists clenched, it took everything in her to keep from lashing out at him. Even this far from him that scent was driving her crazy. The only problem was, she did want him, but had no place to run. Syn didn't like this trapped feeling. She didn't like it one little bit.<br></span><br><br>Jacha sighed as he put his ship in over-drive.&nbsp; <em>Am I really going to have to do this?</em>&nbsp; As he stood to face her, his eyes momentarily fixed on her luscious, beautiful breasts.&nbsp; <em>Great Mandalore!&nbsp; I need to control both my raging hormones and what those breasts are doing to me if I'm going to pull this off!</em>&nbsp; Closing his eyes and inhaling slowly, he looked into her eyes, a blank look in his face.&nbsp; "Syn.&nbsp; Cute, denying Syn.&nbsp; The first thing you must know, if I am ever going to train you is to never, EVER allow your actions to tell what you truly feel.&nbsp; If you had sat behind me and told me softly what you just said, I would have believed you.&nbsp; Yet, you stood, and attempted to convince me of this, yet the only thing you proved to me there's a conflict in your body and mind.&nbsp; Which is stronger though?" he asked, gently caressing her jaw with his right hand, barely brushing her soft lips with his, then whispering against them&nbsp; "Hmmm, Temptress Tolmi?"&nbsp; <em>Jacha, you foolish, reckless idiot!!&nbsp; What are you thinking?!?&nbsp; What are you going to do if she admits to wanting you?</em><br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Syn tried to step back as Jacha stood, but the console was behind her. She felt almost dwarfed by the size of him looming over her so closely. Their bodies mere inches from each other. The heat of his bare skin radiated outward, palpable, overloading her senses. Her eyes looked up at him, staring like twin storm clouds. Her only reaction upon seeing the direction of his gaze, was a slight widening of her pupils. She had seen that look often enough to recognise it. He couldn't take his eyes off her chest. It was enough, she stared resolute as he explained her mistake. She should not have lost her temper, allowed her emotions to show. <em>Train her? He was going to train her?</em> But then the thought was lost.<em>Indeed there was a conflict here...Which is stronger Jacha? You or me?</em> Then his hand was caressing her jaw, his lips a bare feather of a touch brushing against hers. </span><br><br><em>"Hmmm, Temptress Tolmi?" </em><br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Her mind and body lost themselves in the heady rush of desire that swept across her flesh. Her breath gasped, a rush of air inhaled past his lips. The scent of him breathed deep within her. A moan ached in her chest before it escaped the bounds of her lips. Her hand snaked rapidly behind his neck. This was no longer a game. For the first time in her life Synthea Tolmi was deadly earnest in the desire she expressed. Her feminine body fell, full of round softness, against the steel hard structure of Jacha's frame. Her lips full of sweetness opened like a flower. Her tongue a delicate taste of nectar touched upon his lower lip like dew in a parched desert.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Captivated' ~ Sir Haley and Oreo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Haley</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 22:15:44</strong>
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				The moment her soft lips pressed to his and her tongue brushed against his lower lip, Jacha knew he had taunted the wrong person, and definitely used the wrong tactics. "You moron! his conscious screamed. Beyond the point of no return, his lips responded to hers, pressing hard and opening to her touches, their tongues dancing around each other while his hands grasped below her ass, gripping her and pulling her up, making it easier to carry her where they could admonish these internal, sexual demons in both of them.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Syn lost all sense of time and motion. With a groan, her hand splayed across his abs, slid up his chest to join the other already behind his neck. His scent had been effective enough arousing her, but the taste of him was all consuming. His hands gripping her ass, pulling her tight to him ignited a flame that was previously unknown to her. Syn was about to protest, when she felt him riding hard against her mons. Every denial, every excuse, evaporated. Moaning against the unbridled passion of his kiss, her bare silken legs lifted of their own accord to either side of his hips, cinching around his back, and locking down tight. She was going nowhere, except where Jacha took her.</span><br><br>Though feeling somewhat awkward to walk around his ship with someone clinging to him as Syn was, Jacha soon his quarters.&nbsp; Jacha did nothing soft and gentle, especially when he was with a woman, yet he felt like exploring this temptress, teasing her like she had teased so many men when the Mandalorian was chasing her.&nbsp; Resting her on his bedding gently, he mounted her, yet lifted his hips from hers.&nbsp; <em>Allowing her to feel my hardness this soon would be just too much satisfaction this early.&nbsp; Syn's got to work for this.</em>&nbsp; Breaking their kiss, he brought his lips within an eye lash of hers, allowing the warmth of his breath to work its magic on her sensitive lips and neck.<br><br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Syn was totally spellbound as Jacha walked through the ship, her mouth melding with his was pure bliss. Sure she had faked her way, luring men, getting what she wanted, but this...this...this could ruin her. What if Jacha was only playing with her? Part of her screamed, <em>who cares, anything that feels this good...</em>, but the reasoning half of her warred back. The screams won. As Jacha placed her on his bed, something in his manner changed. He had lost control, but now he had it back. Something about that excited her, far more than the loosed passion. His mouth hovered less than a breath away from her lips.<br><br>Her eyes opened, she could <em>sense him</em>. Storm clouds met his gaze. A moment later she closed her eyes, for now she wanted nothing but the feel of his breath.Without looking at him she urged her sense of smell to the fore. Her breath trailed along the side of his face. Softer than the brush of a hand or the whisper of lips. She explored his neck and chest, never touching flesh to flesh, but her mind was alive to every nuance of him. She had never before noticed skin smelled different at the base of the neck compared to the space above ones heart. Syn delighted in the scent that was Jacha.<br><br>Finally returning to his mouth her eyes still closed, as her tongue began to explore, the taste of him. Pushing him back to a sitting position, her mouth traced the same path she had just traveled. Delighting this time in the taste that was Jacha.</span><br><br>Jacha grinned as his lips hovered over Syn's, pleased he knew she was teasing her, and wondering how the temptress would react.&nbsp; Which move would she pull out of her bag of tricks?&nbsp; It seemed no time at all before she had taken action, breathing him in, her soft, warm breath pouring on his neck and chest, setting off his nerves, bringing his eyes to widen, only to be closed as she returned, pressing their lips together and their tongues tasting one another.<br><br>If her breath threatened his control of the situation, her soft, wet lips and curious tongue on his neck and chest nearly robbed him of it.&nbsp; The nerves she stimulated wanted to release his full, uncontrollable passion.&nbsp; Truth be told, he wanted her terribly, as a dull pain began to emerge in his loins.&nbsp; <em>Control this, Jacha!!</em>&nbsp; As if he had directly taken orders from himself, Jacha placed his hands on Syn's shoulders, pressing her back on the bed, then grabbing her wrists and pinning them by her head with his hands.&nbsp; Grinning somewhat, Jacha's brushed his lips lightly against Syn's a time or two, giving her only what he wanted her to have.&nbsp; Eventually, he pressed his lips to her, passionately and deeply kissing her, the small release resulting from it bringing a light moan from him.&nbsp; <em>Get it together, Jacha, control yourself!</em>&nbsp; Breaking the kiss, his lips found her neck quickly, suckling on her supple skin, biting it and leaving his mark before moving up to her ear, sucking on the lobe then gently and sensuously flicking her lobe with his tongue, a precursor of what was to come later.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Syn suddenly felt robbed of her feast. She had seen smelled, tasted but just as she was about to explore him with her hands, Jacha pushed her back on the bed. Pinning her wrists, denying her the pleasure of touching him. She groaned, then his lips found hers and for the moment that particular desire faded, Syn was lost in his kiss. Her breath could hardly keep up with her desire, a feeling of faintness, a moment of surreal detachment surrounded her. Was this really happening? The man she had been avoiding for months, was driving her insane with passion. He broke away with a slight moan. She suddenly realised, he was fighting this as hard as she was. This man was eventually going to turn her over to die, and she could barely restrain herself from ripping away the remainder of his clothes. When his mouth moved to suckle the delicate skin of her neck, her senses soared. Her feet, the only part of&nbsp; her still able to move, ran lightly up and down the back of his calves. Chills raced across her flesh like wildfire as his mouth moved to tease her ear. Syn called his name softly, more a moan of her deep need, "Jacha, please..." but she had no idea what is was that she wanted. Only that she needed him.</span><br><br>Jacha smiled internally as she whimpered and squirmed under his touch.&nbsp; Her voice only heightened his arousal, soft, yet drenched in passion while her feet rubbing along his calves let him know her insides were screaming, being lit on fire by his touch, or so he thought.&nbsp; Indeed, Jacha was in complete control of both of them.&nbsp; The bounty hunter could remember back in his many years of training.&nbsp; If there was one thing anyone should strive for is control within a situation.&nbsp; Chaos is dangerous, and so is allowing someone else to exert their will on anything.&nbsp; Control brings order, and order can easily be manipulated to suit your terms.&nbsp; Jacha's mind centered back on Syn quickly as his lips ran into her bustier, the smooth cloth feeling rough to his lips in comparison to her silky, sweet skin.&nbsp; Sitting up, Jacha sat just below her loins, his legs outside hers and bent.&nbsp; Syn's full bosom threatened to spill out of this when she was sitting up and when she was taunting those men earlier, and now that she was laying down, the overflow seemed eminent, and he wanted it more and more.&nbsp; Jacha's hands found her chest quickly, softly squeezing her luscious breasts all the while trying to find a way to get this damnable material off of her.&nbsp; Eventually, he was ready to rip it off, yet thought better of it.&nbsp; He smiled, leaning down, barely touching his lips with hers as he whispered to her, "Unless you never want to wear this again, I may need your help getting this choice of apparel off."<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">As Syn called his name, his lips gravitated to the edge of her bustier. Her mind was in a whirl, and then his lips against her were gone. Her eyes opened to see the struggle for control wash over his visage. At least she wasn't alone in this madness. Then his hands were reaching for her breasts, threatening to spill them from their confines. Her nipples were straining against the fabric as he leaned back down to whisper against her lips. "Since you didn't allow me to return to my ship and this is the only apparel I have at the moment it would be wise to not tear it off. Unless of course you think you can stand the temptation of me running around your ship bare chested for the next few months."<br><br>Her hands raised to the ties she had begun to loosen earlier. She had never found it necessary to get past this stage in her work. Her marks were dead or knocked out by now. Syn suddenly found herself in a moment of shy rectitude. The problem was she really wanted to be with Jacha. Though her hands trembled she did her best to keep a calm but sultry look on her face. Deep inside she was anything but calm. What if he didn't like what he saw? Still her hands worked the laces until the garment was loose enough to pull over her head. Her breasts were free and exposed to his gaze. Twin mounds, slightly larger than the grip of Jacha's hands, delicate light pink buds that tilted up just a fraction. She groaned as he stared, in a moment of panic wanting to be anywhere but here. <br></span><br><br>Jacha could hardly wait as she fiddled with the strings, eventually removing that evil piece of material.&nbsp; <em>Why would someone use such a device to entice, though it was so damn difficult to remove?&nbsp; What if that was it?&nbsp; She never meant for her taunts and eroticism to go this far.&nbsp; What if...no, she couldn't be.&nbsp; Her play thus far was way too good for that to be the case,</em> he thought, as he grinned, taking her ample, left bosom in his right hand, gently squeezing as his lips buried into hers roughly, hoping to convince her of his approval.&nbsp; As his lips sucked in her bottom lip, gently biting at it, his right hand teased her sensitive bud, rubbing it between his index finger and thumb gently.&nbsp; "I believe you'd be endangering both of our lives if you ran around bare-chested, Syn," he said, breaking the kiss, his lips just barely above hers.&nbsp; "We would probably run into a meteor from the simple fact I would not be able to keep my hands off of you."&nbsp; <em>You knit-wit!!&nbsp; Why did you say that?&nbsp; Now she knows you care!!</em><br><br>Kissing her neck again, Jacha hoped she would be more concentrated on the pleasure he was providing rather than focus on what he had just said.&nbsp; Gently nibbling down to the top of her chest, his wet, hungry lips found her untouched, right bosom, barely dragging his lips down to the pinkish center of sensation.&nbsp; Using his tongue, he delicately encircled her nipple, tasting the sweetness of her.&nbsp; After a completing a few rings, he withdrew his tongue, replacing it with a cool breeze from his mouth.&nbsp; Quickly thereafter, Jacha's mouth took her pinkness in, sucking on it gently, then sensitively biting on it, hoping she was either going to scream in reaction or force the action herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Captivated' ~ Sir Haley and Oreo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreo</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 04:44:24</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Syn would never have imagined a feeling could be so intense. Granted she'd had her breast groped more than once by eager prospects, but never willingly. Never skin on skin. Never by Jacha. Her moan rose from the depths of her, groaning out between unprepared lips. Almost a whimper as he teased the nipple and pulled on her lower lip. The ache in her loins increased tenfold. Her fingers dug into his back as she held on for dear life, praying he couldn't tell she didn't have a clue what she should be doing. Her eyes shot from his hand on her breast to meet his dark gaze. <em>He was struggling too?</em> Her hand traced the line of his strong jaw, completely enamoured.<br><br>Stunned by the effect he was having upon her, she could do nothing but watch as his mouth made its way to her aureole. His hands had been pure pleasure, but what came next took her breath away. Her arms began to tremble as her fingers ran rough his hair. His tongue was driving her to distraction, her nipple so tight, she could feel it in her loins. But, when he closed his mouth and began to suckle, then bit it gently, she lost her composure completely. Her hands clenched into his hair, his name poured from her lips like a curse and a blessing rolled into one. "Great gods! Jacha!...I never knew it would feel this good! Please don't stop!" Syn didn't even care that she had revealed her lack of experience.</span> <br><br>Jacha grinned as he hear Syn shout his name in pleasure.&nbsp; Obviously she had not been with someone as experienced as he, or knew how to play on the nerves quite as well.&nbsp; Either way, she was squirming at his touch, and he loved every second of it.&nbsp; The combination of the sweetness of her skin and the arousing scent it produced only caused his pants to tighten in his excitement.&nbsp; Releasing her hardened bud from his mouth, his lips moved to the points on Syn's hips, nibbling and flicking his tongue at the skin which stretched over the bone.&nbsp; If that was not enough, he lifted his lips, then gently blew on the moist skin his lips and tongue left behind.<br><br>Grinning, his hands gripped at the waistband on her pants, only tugging gently, his lips pressed just above the band, sucking slightly on the skin while moaning to heighten her pleasure.&nbsp; Knowing he could tease her even more, Jacha brushed his tongue just above the band as well, continuing enjoy both her taste and scent, which was becoming stronger as he moved closer to her intimate parts.&nbsp; After teasing her thoroughly, Jacha looked up, smiling, trying to guess at how she would react to his touch.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Syn was at a loss. Everything was up to Jacha at this point. Her emotions were wildly out of control, She had no idea such feelings could be drawn from the human body. Syn groaned as his mouth left her breasts, but the trail he blazed to her hips was even more erotic. Had her legs not been pinned down her hips would have raised clear off the bed. The touch of his mouth on her skin was akin to fire. Then he blew across the moistened flesh and her entire body chilled and shivered. The areola of her breasts turned into stiff nubs that sent an aching pulse deep into her loins.<br><br>His tongue began to lick and tease along her waistband. It was becoming more than she could bear. Her head arched back her breasts thrust up, legs stiffening as she groaned and thrashed, "Jacha please..." hands stretched down to reach him, but she had no idea what to do even if she did manage to pull him back up.<br></span><br><em>So the temptress is going to make me do all the work?&nbsp; Either she's enjoying herself way too much, or she's pretty selfish.</em>&nbsp; Realizing she was just going to let her do whatever he wanted to her, Jacha's fingers deftly loosened her pants and gently pulling them down with her undergarments, leaving her completely naked in his view.&nbsp; "Syn, all I can say is you have a perfect form," Jacha commented, his eyes wandering up and down her gorgeous, sensual curves.&nbsp; Licking his lips, Jacha took her left leg in her hands, lifting it to his mouth.<br><br>Kissing the side of her knee, his lips and tongue nibbled and sucked softly and painfully slowly up the inside of her thigh.&nbsp; Every part of her was lean, and her legs were no different.&nbsp; Her warm, silky skin invited him upward towards the center of her sensitivity.&nbsp; Halfway up her inner thigh, he could feel the heat beaming from her sex, which threatened to push him over the edge again.&nbsp; Gaining control once more, his quick, passionate kisses moved up her leg again, this time while he looked up, gazing at her groaning, gasping form.&nbsp; Running out of leg, her sexual, sensual scent invaded his senses, causing him a double take before continuing.&nbsp; Spreading her legs, he slowly and passionately licked to the left and right of her mons before kissing just above her folds.&nbsp; Looking up, he wanted to see how she was dealing with his torture.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Jacha didn't seem to understand. Why did he stay so far from her? She wanted him where she could reach him. Needed to be touching him. Everything was happening to fast. Her pants were removed, and just as she was about to ask him to stop, his mouth touched her thigh. Agonizingly slow his lips traced her delicate skin. She memorised every move. Syn had every intention of returning whatever he taught her. She was an open book and this was her first lesson from Jacha. Every sensation was bliss. The scent of him was growing stronger, filling the room with feral desires. She thought she couldn't possibly be roused any further, right until the moment his tongue found the the left and right of her mons. <br><br>As he looked up, the storm clouds of her eyes, were enraptured. They stared deeply into his, "You are a good teacher Jacha, I will not forget." Part of her wanted to wrench herself from his grasp and do to him as he was doing to her, "You are next." Surely he could read her well enough to know she was lost. If he wanted her all he had to do was let go. her desire to bury her face in the scent of him was growing by to moment. Her legs began to struggle in his grip, was it his own desire feeding her? she needed to taste of him.</span><br><br><em>Was she really new to this?&nbsp; This is unbelievable!!</em>&nbsp; Wanting to say something, he kept quiet, knowing it would only upset her.&nbsp; In truth, he would probably joke with her about this later, but making her mad now would be be almost as thoughtless as stirring a rancor by yourself.&nbsp; Knowing he had tortured her enough, Jacha wanted to send her to a world of euphoria.&nbsp; Knowing of her innocence, he yearned to see how she would react to her first climax.&nbsp; Licking his lips, he directly pressed his now moist lips into her glistening lower lips, followed by sensuously running his tongue from the bottom to the top of her folds, delighting in the sweetness of her moistness.&nbsp; Kissing her hot sex once more, this time, his rough, yet wet tongue slid into her heat, searching for her small buds while his right hand moved up her stomach, massaging her left bosom once more.<br><br>Finally finding her hot, little button of pleasure, Jacha lightly flicked it with his tongue, feeling out her reaction to such a direct surge to her nerves.&nbsp; As he continued, her sweet juices became available more and more readily, moaning loudly inside her as he tasted the sweetness.&nbsp; <em>I wonder what is going on in that mind of hers?&nbsp; If she is so innocent, how was she able to act so voluptuous and sultry?</em>&nbsp; Coming to the frame of mind in which women were just too complex to completely understand, Jacha continued to stimulate her pearl of sensation, flicking just to the left and right before pressing on it hard, wanting her to call out his name in desire.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Her struggle ceased instantly. Something changed in Jacha's eyes, her moist labia lay open to him. His mouth lowered directly onto her nether lips. She could neither shout nor breath, something resembling a choked sob stuck in her chest. Her fingernails bit into her hands, clenched so tight they were. Her legs hung limp over his hands. What was she thinking, allowing him to possess her? But Jacha was taking her body places she had not conceived. His mastery over her was compelling and complete. Syn couldn't explain any of it, by all rights she should hate him, but what she was feeling was anything but hate. <br><br>His hand settled on her breast as his mouth found the center of her pleasure. The breath that had been unable to escape, burst from her lungs, "Gods Jacha! What are you doing to me?" No wonder people went crazy over this. Syn had just never had the inclination to let any man she could best come anywhere near to stirring her emotions, or her body. It seemed that every pent up desire was being let loose. Jacha was drawing from her core every withheld longing. She felt it build and ebb with each flick of his tongue. Could he sense that he was bringing her close to the edge? Each lick was raising the pitch, like a higher note when carried out would fragment a crystal. His tongue pressed down hard on her tiny button, and Syn shattered. When she called out to Jacha, Syn couldn't tell if she used her voice or her mind. She knew only that she was shuddering in his grip, his mouth drawing from her loins a spasm of raptures. <br><br>Her thoughts turned to Jacha as soon as the orgasm died away. Her frame still trembled, but not enough to override her desire. He had filled a need of her body, but Syn craved more. She wanted back what he just took from her. Her eyes burned with fiery longing, she would not be denied. Syn had barely begun earlier when she has breathed his essence. Wanting to taste of him, touch him as he just had. Her hands pushed him back, lingering on his chest before drifting down toward his abs and lower.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Captivated' ~ Sir Haley and Oreo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Haley</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 17:33:54</strong>
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				Jacha's passion became reinvigorated as Syn implored what he was doing.&nbsp; The fact these pleasures he passed to her were new excited him, urged him forward.&nbsp; Though she relaxed to his touch, Jacha could feel the tension in every muscle in her body increase with every passionate pass of his tongue.&nbsp; Syn's pearl swelled and her walls warmed to his touch as he pressed into her delicate, sensitive button.&nbsp; It was not before long that Jacha's ministrations brought Syn to panting and her muscles to their maximum tightness.&nbsp; <em>Here it is, her first orgasm.</em><br><br>When Syn's folds tightened on his tongue, hips bucked into his mouth, and muscles shuddered uncontrollably, Jacha moaned in delight as the sweetness in her juices became much more concentrated.&nbsp; Jacha's tongue continued kindling her sex, cleaning her from the mess he made and reveling in her first release.&nbsp; <em>This being her first, and because I brought her to it, I feel some sort of ownership, as if she was the puppet, and me the puppet-master.</em><br><br>Jacha had little to no time to speculate how Syn's unleashing of her carnal urges had affected her energy levels, as she had him on his back instantaneously.&nbsp; Her desirous, rough touch on the bounty hunter's chest forced a grunt out of him.&nbsp; The rugged sensation quickly changed to a sensuous tingle when Syn's fingers grazed his ripped abdomen, the muscles pushing into her appendages, wanting more and more, bringing with it an increased arousal in his loins.&nbsp; Once her fingers reached his waistband, Jacha wondered, <em>if this was her first time, does this mean this would be her first chance to see a...</em> <br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Syn wanted all of him. It seemed her every sense was heightened. She could smell herself on his mouth, but the musky scent of him was also attracting her. She scooted forward, a fire in her eyes. She wanted all of him. As her knees hit his armpits her mouth closed on his. The slick moisture of her own body still on his lips had her moaning, as her tongue ran across his lips. Her fingers threaded into his hair as she held his head still. Her tongue thrust into his mouth seeking his, there was no gentle play. She was wild and fierce with longing. Pulling his head back her mouth descended to his neck biting down and sucking up the flavor of him. Her hands left his hair, pushed against his barrel chest and she slipped lower, her mouth following, tasting every inch of him. Salty musk, that consumed her, delighted her, drew her lower, her tongue drifting across every ripple of his abdomen. <br><br>There was no shaking of hand or confusion. Syn reached for the fastenings keeping her from him. Her eyes marveled at what was revealed. The scent washing over her was intoxicating. Her hand reached out to touch him. Surprised at the heat, and the ridged yet soft feel, without a thought her mouth lowered. Her tongue tentatively licked around the crown, her heart pounding in her throat at the heady feel of what she was doing. Her lips closed, silencing the moan that vibrated against Jacha's phallus.</span><br><br>Any previous thoughts floating in Jacha's mind were swept away in a tsunami of passion and sensation.&nbsp; Realizing her innocence, he had forgotten Syn's passionate and wild.&nbsp; As his lips accepted her lusty, invigorated lips, Jacha perceived that by helping Syn release her innocence a few minutes ago, the destruction of that barrier introduced that nature to her sexual interactions as well.&nbsp; The complexion of Syn's kiss hinted Jacha's mouth was hiding some treasure she had longed for her entire life, and her kisses only intensified as she yanked his head back using his hair, revealing his neck.&nbsp; <br><br>Jacha became bewildered by Syn's exertions, full of force and control.&nbsp; Never in his life had he experienced this.&nbsp; When bedding women, Jacha always exerted dominance, his masculine frame making quite easy.&nbsp; However, Syn's current dominance was...exhilarating.&nbsp; He loved the way she commanded his body this way and that, allowing him to move into her sensuous touches.&nbsp; &nbsp;Finally accepting her style, Jacha was able to focus on just how much pleasure she was providing him, her soft lips peppering and her tongue taking in every inch of his upper body.<br><br>In no time at all, Jacha was naked, his pants to his knees.&nbsp; <em>Now is the moment of truth.&nbsp; You're bare in front of your prey.&nbsp; Has she used you this far to gain escape, or is this mutual?</em>&nbsp; Jacha gasped as Syn's cold, thin, muscular hand wrapped around his hard shaft, unprepared for this forwardness.&nbsp; Still, if he was surprised by her hand, Jacha was blind-sided&nbsp; when Syn's warm, coarse tongue teased his head and moist, hot mouth took him in, producing a guttural groan of desire, "Ohh SYN!!"&nbsp; Jacha brought his fists down hard and fast, trying to grip anything and everything to try to manage the electricity surging through his body as the stimulations only caused his manhood to throb and thicken more.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Syn's mouth explored to her hearts content, running across and around Jacha's velvety crown. The tip of her togue curling around the ridge she found so intriguing. She&nbsp; was also enjoying Jacha's reactions to her ministrations. Some things seemed to elicit groans more than others. Listening for every subtle clue, she altered what she was doing to bring him the greatest pleasure. This may be her first time, but Syn didn't get as far as she was by being coy. Sucking him further into her mouth, she soon discovered a very sensitive spot just below the head of his shaft. Trying different licks on the spot until she found one that had his hands clenching into the bed. <em>Was it the same for him? was he feeling the same wonderful sensations he had just given to her?</em> Syn hoped it was so. <br><br>The same fiery ache that she thought he had quenched earlier, was back...with a vengeance. For a moment she almost panicked, then reassured herself that Jacha would take care of it. She was surprised, however, that she was being so thoroughly roused by seeing to 'his' needs. This love-making seemed to be a give and take kind of thing. Syn was pleased for the moment to be giving. Her mouth increased the urgent sucklings and lickings, her hand gently caressing his twin sacs. Then releasing him for a portion of time, her mouth lowered to lick against his musky balls, and kiss the base of his phallus. Rubbing her hand in the renewed wetness between her thighs, she slipped her fingers around his crown and began long even strokes, loving the rippling effect of her fingers bouncing across his ridge.</span><br><br>Jacha swallowed hard, trying to control the emotions and sensations Syn was eliciting.&nbsp; The only thing worse than the free pleasures she produced was the fact they were increasing exponentially.&nbsp; Every time Jacha twitched, moaned, gasped or flexed, Syn read it and reacted appropriately, finding his most sensitive spots with ease and barraging them with her rough, wet tongue and soft, full lips.&nbsp; "Galaxies, Syn!" he shouted, unable to form complete sentences or thoughts.&nbsp; The stimulations created pleasures which were flooding his body, providing an underlying, constantly building pressure.&nbsp; His breaking point was close, yet it held until her hands took in his testes, gently fondling and licking the smooth skin.&nbsp; As Syn's hands stroked, Jacha's throbbing manhood, the skin under his crown reddened, proof of an eminent release.<br><br>Syn's warm, strong, thin hands running up and down his phallus only made his gasps and moans more chaotic as Jacha's concentration shattered.&nbsp; His chest heaving, Jacha tensed the rest of his muscles as the underlying desires and demands took over, racing past the breaking point.&nbsp; &nbsp;Jacha's thick, hot muscle convulsed in her grip as his viscous, white juices violently spilled out of him in streams after each spasm.&nbsp; Swallowing hard again as his explosion neared an end, Jacha finally opened his eyes, looking down to Syn, his face red and body covered in sweat.&nbsp; "Oh goodness Syn, that was amazing," he commented, hoping she would come up to him.&nbsp; <em>She took control of you, Jacha!&nbsp; No one should ever take control of you, and you definitely need to let her know this.</em>&nbsp; Once again, his inner mind and desires were one once more.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">As Syn continued stroking, she noticed several changes in Jacha the first and foremost being, that he <em>was</em> roused. For some reason that pleased her immensely. In the throes of passion she also noted his shaft become hotter, and the smooth core of his testes became hard as stones. But it wasn't until his chest started heaving that she was given the pleasure of seeing him ejaculate. His phallus throbbed in her hand as she watched. Stunned that she had been able to return the pleasure, she just watched, her hand continuing its strokes until there were no more spasms. Her lips settled on his crown, her tongue swirling in a final kiss before she eased her body beside his.<br><br>"I hope I wasn't to inept Jacha. I'm sure I will get better with practice." Then her nerves got the better of her, and she struggled rising across his chest to look him in the eyes. "We can do this again, right? I want more." Her lips stretched to close the distance between them. Truth to tell, Syn wanted more right now, but wasn't sure that was possible.</span><br><br>Jacha's large hands wrapped around Syn's sides, helping her up to him.&nbsp; Kissing her softly and tenderly on the lips, he smiled hoping to give her the answer she'd been looking for.&nbsp; "Syn, what you lack in experience, you have with the ability to read my every reaction, knowing exactly what I mean.&nbsp; It was like nothing I have ever been though," he replied peppering her smooth, silky forehead and cheeks with kisses, his arms tightly pressing his body to hers.&nbsp; <em>She wants more, eh?&nbsp; I'll me more than glad to oblige her in that.</em>&nbsp; Truth be told, Jacha was a bit shocked the curious, innocent, yet sultry woman was up for another round.&nbsp; <em>Does this woman's sex drive have an end?</em>&nbsp; He would find soon enough.&nbsp; If not today, through their little trip, the two were given plenty of time.<br><br>In no time at all, Jacha quickly rolled on top of Syn, mounting her and placing her legs around his.&nbsp; His right hand slid down her side to her folds, testing her readiness, smiling as he felt her soaking, warm excitement.&nbsp; Leaning down to kiss the gorgeous woman, he halted an eyelash way from her, "You want more, do you?&nbsp; It seems you're ready, but let me tell you this.&nbsp; Even after what I've already let you experience, you have no idea what's to come," he explained in a low whisper, his warm breath on her face, his lips brushing hers during every word.&nbsp; Forcefully and lustily, Jacha took Syn's soft, moist lips with his, their tongues twinning almost instantly.&nbsp; His right hand released her sex only to grab hold of his, rubbing the thick, soft, bulbous crown of his manhood against her warm, wet inviting lips, barely parting them.&nbsp; After a few strokes, he gently slid the crown into her slick, incredibly tight walls, letting her adjust as he looked into her eyes for the reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Captivated' ~ Sir Haley and Oreo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreo</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 05:30:02</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Syn had never been one to blush, but Jacha's praise was both unexpected and pleasing. Everything had turned upside down in the past few minutes. His kisses and words reached into her heart and yanked where no man had a right to be. Yet she was eager for more of this man who held her life in his hands. Her desires were soon answered as he rolled over, pinning her beneath him. His hand touching her sensitive sex almost had her ready to pop again. <br><br>"Jacha?" her voice whispered. "I want you to show me." Her lips brushing his, her body knew it was calling out for something more. Syn knew what it was as soon as Jacha pressed his phallus against her labia. Her eyes stared vacantly as he kissed her, completely consumed with lust for Jacha. A low moan gurgled in her throat as he stroked himself against her. All she could do was hold onto him, and seemingly gasp for air. Right until he slipped the crown of himself within her entry. Her eyes latched onto his, a bit of fear raced around the back of her mind as her hands dug into his flesh. Her throat clenched, "Jacha..." She could feel him blocked at her hymen. "Please..." Syn wasn't sure what it was she needed, but Jacha knew. She pulled his mouth to hers, crying out as they surged toward each other.</span><br><br>As Jacha's pulsating crown gently pushed against her thin membrane, his eyes widened, realizing the gravity of the situation.&nbsp; <em>This has surpassed some whimsical fling,</em> he thought.&nbsp; <em>Syn's innocence is pure, and this woman, who's life I hold in my hands, is trusting me with her first brush with joining a man sexually.&nbsp; In her honor, I must aid her though this rite of passage.</em>&nbsp; Holding himself up with his right arm, the muscles in said arm and shoulder bristling, Jacha took her cheek in his left hand, centering her eyes, which were filled with fear and uncertainty, to his.&nbsp; "Syn, focus on what I say," he demanded in a firm whisper.&nbsp; "What happens next will be painful for you, but I am giving you my word to help you overcome the sharp aches, okay?" he asked, waiting for her permission before he changed Syn's life forever.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Her mind was completely clouded with desire. She could feel the deep welling emptiness in her, desperately needing Jacha to fill her. Concentrating on his words, her heart constricted. <em>He cared? about something as trivial as her pain?</em> A bit stunned, she focused on his eyes. Her mouth had gone dry, her voice thready, "I trust you Jacha." Her hand caressed his face before slipping behind his back. Nothing would be the same ever again. Syn's hands clenched into his flesh, eyes locked onto his...needing to see his face as he took her. She wanted to imprint the moment forever in her mind. Willingly she gave her body up to him, a gasp as he broke through the wall, a glint in her eyes as his erection filled the void that had consumed her life. The pain bit for a moment, but as she stared into his eyes it dissipated to a dull ache that couldn't compare to the feel of him throbbing inside her. Her hips moved...</span><br><br>Receiving her grace, his hand from her cheek and resting it next to her shoulder to stabilize himself.&nbsp; Jacha, somewhat misty-eyed looked into Syn's eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply a couple times, preparing for the first, initial push which would bring her both pain and life-altering change.&nbsp; <em>Great galaxies...she trusts me.</em>&nbsp; Whispering a soft, quick, 'I'm sorry', Jacha forcefully thrust his throbbing head into her delicate hymen, breaking through easily.&nbsp; His eyes widening, he halted the forward motion, then continued slowly, filling her warm, moist tightness with his palpating, ridged phallus.&nbsp; As Syn took in his entirety, their hips met and her inner muscles stretched around him, finally gripping his rod tightly.&nbsp; Jacha stroked her cheek with his right hand, allowing her to take in the moment.&nbsp; <em>Damn!&nbsp; Why do I care about her so much?&nbsp; Her actions have threatened my entire people, yet I'm concerned with removing her innocence the correct and honorable way?&nbsp; I can't become emotionally attached with her.&nbsp; What will I do when the Mandalore demands her head?</em>&nbsp; That wasn't the only reason circulating in his mind why he could not fall for Syn.&nbsp; There was one other.&nbsp; As Syn's hips moved, Jacha focused on the situation at hand, as she was letting him know she wanted more.&nbsp; Starting with a slow, gentle outward motion and then back inward, the ridge of his shaft pressed against her inner walls, trying to find her most sensitive of parts, yet their joining was not the only thought in his mind.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">As Syn moved her hips, Jacha began pulling away. The pain was present, but like fighting with a wound, the pain became secondary. Her eyes remained locked on his, the passion she read there, a balm to her pain. <em>I could be satisfied looking into these eyes for a long time to come. Do I even have that much time left? What happens when it comes time for him to turn me over?</em> A gasp as his phallus pulled back across her breached hymen tissue before the return plunge back into her. Another gasp and a held breath as he again pressed fully against both her clitoral hood and her cervix. Her hips rotated naturally to the right, forcing his base to press and slide across her pearl. An exhale and tremor. <em>He has to turn me over to them, or he'll be hunted as well.</em> The thought of someone hunting 'him' suddenly bothered her very much. Her fingers raked across his back as he withdrew again, her pelvis tilting left and pressing into the mattress. Clasping her splayed palms against his buttocks and hips, her loins arched up to again meet his deep impaling shaft. His sacks heavy with new seed brushed seductively below while her clit being pressed called forth emotions from her core. Every deep passion flowed from her eyes, plain for Jacha to read and feel. <em>Which are you Jacha? Captor or lover?</em> In that moment Syn knew who she was destined to be.</span><br><br>Jacha could not help emit a moan from his lips, his eyes closing due to the intense, warm, wet sensations surging through his body as her hips moved naturally into his inward, gentle thrusts, careful to bring Syn as little pain as possible.&nbsp; <em>For her first time, her movements are near perfect, reacting to everything I do.&nbsp; She will be an absolute joy to train.&nbsp; Wait?&nbsp; What am I thinking?&nbsp; When did I decide to train this woman?&nbsp; I cannot!&nbsp; I will not!&nbsp; I will not repeat what happened to Dashara!!</em>&nbsp; Another deep plunge into her ever-gripping tightness brought his thoughts to the present, to the beautiful woman he was making love with.&nbsp; The clutch her inner-walls had on his pulsating, hot staff only excited Jacha more, bringing his shaft to thicken and redden even more while the man began heaving his chest heavily.&nbsp; Looking down, Jacha noticed tears flowing from Syn's eyes and shifted his weight to his right arm while the man softly wiped the salty water from her eyes with his left thumb.&nbsp; <em>Am I causing her this much pain?</em>&nbsp; His gut flipped at the thought of his desire and passion providing more pain than pleasure.&nbsp; Leaning down, Jacha sweetly kissed her full, moist lips in an attempt to convey his sorrow and distraught at the torment he accidentally had presented to her system.&nbsp; <em>Why do I sympathize with Syn so much?&nbsp; Do actual feelings exist within my soul for my captive?&nbsp; If I were to take her as a lover, I would never be able to hand her over to the Mandalore, changing my life forever.</em>&nbsp; Jacha continued to passionately press himself into Syn's throttling depths, while another orgasm distantly loomed, threatening to dissipate as his emotions continued to rage.&nbsp; <em>Are you worth a life of refuge, Syn?</em>&nbsp; With every thrust, Jacha felt his soul bond with hers even more while his common sense continued to scream within the man's skull.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Every long deep stroke Jacha made into her was filled with a mingling of pain and ecstasy. Claiming her in a primal passion she had not imagined existed. With each caress of his fevered phallus across her labia into the heart of her femininity, his mind and emotions opened more to her. Not his thoughts, so much as his conflict of emotions. She sensed he was going through every bit as much turmoil as she was. Part of her screamed that they would be brought low by this passion that was claiming their souls, but then he was thrusting so perfectly into her again, and she knew it was the highest point two people could attain. The simple beauty of what was happening brought a flow of tears from her eyes. His tender thumb-stroke against the tear, cracked her heart, and suddenly the pain in her breast far outweighed any pain from her breached womanhood. As his mouth lowered, so full of tender controlled passion, she was pierced to the core. Every inch of her psyche was flayed open by his actions. Every move he made, especially designed to bind her to him so completely she would never be able to walk away from him. As the pounding of his hips called to her, she could have sworn he was consuming her soul, and all she cared about was that he continue the thrall. Every move was a dance; she followed his lead, her body seeming to know what to do. Was he directing that too? She wasn't certain of anything anymore, except that Jacha was making her his, and she had no way or inclination to stop him. Her hips rose and fell to his every command.</span><br>
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