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Exile Adventures	By : BimbleWimble Category: +G through L > Knights of the Old Republic Views: 19380 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The last two slavers crouch in the central hold, firing their sonic blasters towards the doorway myself and Visas are readying to charge through. Ever the opportunists, they are trying to capture us rather than kill us. The bounty on Jedi must be huge if they’d persist even after we’d killed at least twelve of them out on the landing pad already.

I signal to Visas. She calls upon the Force, temporarily blinding the two Red Eclipse slavers. Their fire becomes far less accurate, shots impacting the durasteel walls. I charge through the doorway and shoulder charge into the first Trandoshan just as his sight begins to recover. Visas engages the second, her vibrosword flashing.

The Trandoshan, a hulking brute who had to be at least six and half feet tall, swings his stun baton overhead at me. Calling on my last reserves of energy, I dodge to the side and hit his side with a jolt of lightning – a skill I was still developing. He stumbles away from me, swinging his arms, and I quickly take the opportunity, ducking under his arm and thrusting. My blade finds its mark, piercing the softer skin of his neck and driving out the other side. He chokes, orange eyes wide and staring into mine as he dies. I pull the blade out and his large body slumps to the floor, orange blood pooling around it.

I turn to observe Visas finish off the Weequay. The Miraluka's movements are sure and graceful. She knocks aside a thrust from the slaver’s vibroblade, deftly spinning her sword in the air and burying it in his chest, ending the fight. His body slumps to the floor, followed by a second of silence.

By the time I reach Communications, Visas behind me, I’m sporting several scratches and sores from vibroblades and stun batons. My ears are ringing faintly from the sonic discharges of the slavers’ weapons of choice. My energy shield, an expensive Echani model, is very nearly depleted. My arms feel heavy and my vibro-double blade is covered in Trandoshan and Weequay blood.

I'm confronted by another group of slavers and what appears to be their leader, an impressive looking Trandoshan who carried himself with assurance. Each of his reptilian hands grasped a large gamorrean style axe, and it looked as if he knew how to use them.

He glares at me and speaks up, the reptilian tones rasping from his throat.

"You trespass on the territory of the Red Eclipse. We shall not surrender it without blood." He gestures to an unmoving form slumped over a chair - Ratrin Vhek, the man who earlier claimed that he owned the Ebon Hawk.

So he just thought that he could waltz on here and take my ship? My blood boiled at his arrogance.

"We already caught this thief. We caught him as he crawled on board, thinking to steal the ship from us. If you cross us, you will end up dead."

My mind raced. I could probably take this guy if I had to, but I was beginning to see a way we could all benefit from this situation.

"I do not ask for your blood, I ask for your obedience." I reply confidently, holding his gaze. His eyes betray his shock at the suggestion.

"What do you mean? We are not slave bodies for you to order about."

I decide to bluff a little. "I could kill you all in a heartbeat. Your lives are mine, whether you wish it or not." I apply what subtle pressure I dare on his mind. If he senses me trying to influence his decision, he'll attack.

The Red Eclipse leader mulls this over before replying.

"You smell of many battles fought and won. If you are the stronger, what would you ask of the Red Eclipse, human?"

This was an opportunity too good to pass up. We were running low on credits and we desperately needed to obtain better armour and weapons, not to mention food and medical supplies.

"I have nothing against slavers. You can conduct your business, but you will answer to me."

"If the alternative is death, then I would be a fool to refuse. You have proven yourself the stronger. I, Cahhmakt, and the Red Eclipse pledge ourselves to your service. Your ship is yours, and we will trespass on it no longer. We shall keep one of our number here at the bar - go to him when you seek to keep track of our activities."

I breathe a sigh of relief inwardly, but outwardly only reply with a curt statement.

"Good. Go, then - and await further orders from me."

A groan from the corner distracts me. Vhek has woken up, blearily taking in the motley assortment of species arrayed in front of him. The coward pipes up, eyes pleading with mine.

"Look, there's been a misunderstanding. The ship - it's all yours. Consider it a gift, alright?"

"You're not getting off that easy," I reply, shaking my head. "Cahhmakt, wait here for further instructions. Visas, make sure he doesn't try anything." The Miraluka nods, taking up position next to the trandoshan slaver.

I storm over to Vhek, grabbing his collar and wrenching his head forward and whispering in his ear.

"You think you can just prance in here and steal my ship from me? I thought I made it clear on the landing pad that this wasn't your ship anymore." I stand up, quickly striding out of Communications, marching him down the hall to the Medical Bay. I give him a shove inside and follow, closing and locking the door behind me.

He turned to me and started to speak, but I didn’t want to hear it. All the stress that had built up inside me over the past few days – being attacked by rogue cleaning droids, dealing with exchange thugs, and now having to cut my way through upwards of a dozen slavers – was demanding to be released, causing my dick to swell under my robes.

I shove him in the chest, hard, causing him to fall backwards across the medical table. I grabbed his hips and flip him over, using one hand to push his face into the metal surface.

“After what you just tried to pull, I’d say you owe me a little something, Ratrin. And I don’t care if you give it or I have to take it.” I fumble with my robes, pulling them open and releasing my nine inch dong, smooth and rubbery and ready. I give it a few strokes, getting it nice and hard.

“Wh-what are you doing?!” Vhek manages. I ignore him, letting go of my dick and using my now free hand to pull down his trousers and underwear, exposing pale cheeks and a tight, winking anus.

And a partially erect member.

“Looks like someone’s getting off on this, isn’t that right, thief?” I punctuated the last word with a smack on his exposed buttocks, the flesh wobbling slightly and going red. A muffled grunt sounded from the man as he tried not to make a sound.

“Let’s not waste time. I’ve got a business deal to arrange.” I spit on his ass and use the head of my cock to rub it in, mixing the spit and a few thick drops of pre-cum and creating a passable lube. Not that I cared much for his comfort anyway.

I use a hand to position the head of my cock at the entrance to his ass, prodding gently but insistently. It would be ideal to use a finger first, but I’m running short of time. I apply more pressure with my hips and spread his cheeks further with my hands. The man breathes heavily beneath me, still not making any sound.

“You know, I can tell you’re enjoying this. You’re almost as hard as I am.” I thrust forward further, the pink head of my cock entering his ass. My cock is very happy about where it finds itself. The thief’s ass is hot, warm and snug. I begin thrusting slowly, burying my dick deeper with each push. Before long I’m hilted in him, my heavy balls pressed against his own. I stop for a moment, savouring the feeling of a tight asshole completing enveloping my meat. The thief still hasn’t made a sound.

“Why bother trying to be silent?” I ask as my hands release my upper robes, letting them fall to the floor and releasing my breasts into the cool air. My hands find their way back to his buttocks, resting on his cheeks as I begin thrusting with increasing speed. The sound of hips meeting hips fills the Medical Bay as I fuck him with abandon, trying to see how deep and how fast I could bury my cock in his tight asshole. I could feel pressure building in my balls, but I wanted him to cum first. I would make his body admit that he enjoyed this, even if he wouldn’t.

I move one hand from his buttocks to his swinging member, swapping my fingers around it and pumping hard and fast, in time with my thrusts. The slick sound of my hand moving up and down his erection combines with that of my hips meeting his ass, creating a beautiful combination of sounds.

He’s not going to last much longer. His breathing is ragged now, and his cock twitches in my hand.

“That’s it. Let it all out. Cum for me.” I encourage, my voice low and husky. He finally grunts and groans, spilling his seed into my hand and onto the floor.

Now I can take care of myself. I speed up my thrusts to a bruising pace, hilting myself over and over. Finally I feel my balls churning and a tight feeling in my stomach and I know that I’ve reached the tipping point. I don’t see any reason to give him warning, he’s already had his go.

I pull his hips into mine, jamming my cock as far into him as I can before releasing, emptying my balls into his colon and slapping his ass with a moan. All the stress and worry of the past few days seems to melt off my shoulders as my balls twitch, shooting my load into his receptive hole. I sigh with relief, completely content.

I stay that way for a minute, simply revelling in my post orgasmic high. However, business calls. I can feel Cahhmakt’s impatience growing from Communications. If he gets too annoyed, he might call of the deal and attack. Still, there was more that I could offer him.

“Thank you, Ratrin. Now there’s just one more thing you can do for me.” I say, pulling my dick from his ass with a wet pop, wiping off the cum and thrusting my fingers into his mouth. “Suck.”

The man cleans off my fingers, not quite ready for speech just yet.

I dress quickly and stuff my rapidly softening prick back into my lower robes. Since he doesn’t seem in any state to, I pull his trousers up again, heedless of the spooge staining them.

“Get up.” I bark, grabbing his collar again and unlocking the Med Bay doors. I retrace the path we took there, marching him back to Communications and throwing the thief at Cahhmakt’s feet.

“Captain, take this slave with you as… slight compensation.” I say. This is sure to seal the deal between us.

The Trandoshan considers. “He is weak and squiming, like Hutt larva. Perhaps he will grow into profit.”

Vhek suddenly finds his voice, protesting loudly.

“Hey, wait a minute, you can’t do this!” He’s cut short by a jab from Cahhmakt’s stun rod, collapsing.

The Red Eclipse boss considers the man, his revulsion apparent in his yellow eyes.

“Slaves do not speak.”
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