Entrapment: Smugglers Justice (Closed for Noon_Shadow)

Jasmine stared, and reminisced, in the mirror as she zipped the khaki flight suit up over her simple grey tank top. She checked the laces on knee high brown spacers boots, and pulled long orange tresses into a ponytail. Her exotic green eyes, and the freckles adorning her visage, were characteristic of a Petoski native. The features portrayed concern. Swallowing her nervousness, she strapped the holster for a small holdout blaster to her thigh and left the diminutive restroom of the light freighter PetSec had commandeered from a rather nervous informant.

Just barely, she remained in Petoski Security jurisdiction. The small, rocky planet near the center of the solar system would only remain so for another three days, before it left the bubble of PetSecs’ influence, emanating from her humid, heavily forested home planet. She was to go undercover. The bravado she had displayed to get this assignment suddenly seemed ill advised. Her thoughts went to the events of the past few months…

”Kerrick… what are you doing?”

It was a rare clear night in the city. The constellations lit their path, a winding cobblestone thing, the forest fighting to overtake civilizations intrusion. He had sat her down on a bench, his eyes betraying nervousness, but nonetheless twinkling in the dim light. They had been dating for some time, having met during their work at PetSec. Realization overtook her as he knelt at her feet, and she had said yes before he opened the little box, and slipped the ring about her finger, debunking the myth that the man was married to his job. It was Jasmines second year in the Agency, and he had given her a shot a bigger and better things. It was not long before he brought her into the case he had been pursuing for years. It was said that he had even left his previous job to find the man in question, after he had stopped working in his system. Jasmine knew that they knew each other by name. It was a professional rivalry. Well, sort of.

Together, they set about bringing him to justice by day, and making love after long hard days at work. They worked with the information they were provided. From informants, and surveillance. Finally, an opening appeared. Using a mole that was close to Dresny, they would attempt to sell him contraband. For Kerrick to take the position was out of the question. They needed someone else. Others stepped up, but noone who knew the case inside out. Their options were limited. They were a small organization on a backwater planet, with little influence on interstellar politics or law. Jasmine was the only option. No one liked the idea of sending someone with so little experience, but she faught for the position, both in her home and at the workplace. With a worried kiss, Kerrick sent her off to the Smugglers hold, deep within the cracked rock of Petoski 1a.

Horace, her shady accomplice, nervously accompanied her as she exited the loading ramp. His ship was a rickety, dumpy contraption. Jasmine thought it was a wonder it could even get off the ground. She eyed him warily as he sat in the small truck. The bed was filled with illicit cargo pilfered from the evidence room back on Petoski, including automatic weapons, illicit drugs, and a powerful aphrodisiac (highly illegal) used primarily among slave traders. She wondered just what kind of man they were dealing with. Kerrick knew him well, it seemed to her. And he held him in the lowest possible esteem.

“C’mon, Horace.” She tucked the recording device into a pocket in her vest, her voice displaying confidence she did not possess. “Lets go sell some contraband.”

The electric whine reached her ears as the motor spooled. Freighters and tankers whisked by her as she sped towards Dresny’s ship. The smell of rocket fuel assaulted her nostrils. She saw him, and his ship, and slowed down. It was different, seeing him in person, rather than in pictures. He had a massive presence. Handsome, cunning, and ruthless. Setting her full lips in a grim line, she hopped from behind the wheel and trotted over.

“You got some business for me, stranger?”

Horace took up the rear. “This is the supplier I told you about, Sean. She’s no cop.” Thankfully, he had left his nerves back at his ship, and managed to sound convincing. Jasmine met his eyes coldly, trying not to give an inch, and not knowing if it was working.

Sean Dresny

Sean leaned against the landing strut of his ship as he watched the cargo-hauler sway out of the hangar bay. He liked Yarsk all right, but everything he sold him were really small scores, compared to other opportunities in-system. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the business-anyone who needed his services was always welcome-but running food, medicine, and exotic plants to a group of squatters that refused to pay Petoski tariffs wasn't netting him very much. Still, it was something. It covered the cost of his trip back to Petoski space, with a bit of profit, which justified his primary operational guideline: Never go anywhere without turning a profit. The main reason he was here, of course, was that Horace-yes, Horace the fucknut- had promised a large and very profitable amount of contraband that needed to be moved quickly. And Sean Dresny had a reputation for "quickly."

Fuck, his fingers itched for a cig. For all the 7 hells, he knew he'd given it up with good reason, nasty habit that it was. Especially for spacers who spent days or weeks inside a single ship, and hours just in the cockpit. With a grunt, even a slight growl, he reached into his pocket and activated his auto-doser, which released just enough raspotine to take the edge off of his cravings. Supposedly, anyway-for all that it was meant it to do, he still felt the edge to smoke up a small cloud from time to time, and it was more willpower than anything else that had kept him away from the habit for a month. Waiting was hardly Sean's strength. He checked his chronometer, and even though he knew Horace was only about 3 minutes away, he was shuffling his feet, ready to get moving. If this haul was as promising as he hoped, then he might even visit the slave-brothels on Gathoria. His last time there...Sean grinned, fondly, recalling that trip for a moment before he heard the whine of a smallish vehicle approaching the vehicle.

Sean turned to see an ugly blue truck pulling up next to his ship. He narrowed his eyes as it came to stop, and a slightly built redhead popped out of the driver's seat. Sean studied her as his hand slid to his vest, checking to make sure his blaster was there, as she walked up brazenly.

“You got some business for me, stranger?” Sean saw that Horace was trailing right behind her, still looking as slimy as ever. He glanced at the girl, then back up at Horace, giving him a questioning look.

“This is the supplier I told you about, Sean. She’s no cop.”

"Well, that's fucking reassuring, Horace, considering that I still think YOU'RE a cop half the time." Sean gave him a small scowl, which was equally returned. Someday, he imagined he would take great pleasure in pulling out his blaster and putting holes right through Horace's torso. He'd had to work with this bastard a few times when procuring things under Petsec's nose, but he did not like him, and something about him always made Sean itch.

"You didn't say she was a girl," he spoke casually, as he strolled over toward the truck. As he did, he brushed past the woman, glancing down at her with a sneer. Nice features, actually, even if she was a bit short. He ignored her heading for the bed of the truck.

"Yeah, and I didn't tell you she played Backrat as a kid either," Horace fired back. Sean chuckled at that, nodding his understanding. Then he glanced into the bed of the pick-up, letting out out a low whistle. It was all very rich stuff. Yes, quite a haul, indeed.

"You were right, Horace, it really is a mixed bag. There's almost no way I can offload all of this in one place." Sean was already thinking. The aphrodisiac, that he could sell pretty much anywhere. Weapons, he had several places to offload those as well. But the rest of the drugs, he had only a few dealers he sold things too, and they were all specialized. He might have to carry some of the stuff for a while. That was okay, it would just take a bit more planning. And Sean was a skilled planner.

He turned back to look at the supplier, stepping close enough so that was practically looming over her. He sized her up for a moment, seeing the cold way she met his eyes, and he grinned. Not bad. She was a bit smallish, but she wasn't going to back down from him even one bit. There was a nice fire in her eyes-she'd probably grown up a fighter. He gave her a small respectful nod, wondering exactly what her background was.

"Horace told me that you had to move the lot right now. I'll give you 35,000 for all of it, after, of course, a demonstration of the weapons." Then, of course, they proceeded to haggle.

Sean Dresny

"Well, that's fucking reassuring, Horace, considering that I still think YOU'RE a cop half the time." The look of scorn they exchanged between themselves was a clear indication of their mutual dislike. Evidently, their relationship was strictly business. Tentative allies. The life of a criminal. Jasmine’s elfin face formed a disdainful frown of its own at that thought. Anarchists…

"You didn't say she was a girl…" The fuck is that supposed to mean? Her inward indignance was not enough to generate any real offence, however. One could hardly expect better from one such as him. Her frown deepened as she felt his eyes appraising her, the flight suit accentuating curves quite full for a small woman. Horace shot some insult back at him as he moved to inspect the cargo. Jasmine said nothing. Anyway, the wretched man seemed impressed. This was going well. In her thoughts, she relished the idea of leaving this place, and his presence. She wondered how so many cops remained undercover full time. It was all she could do to fight the fear creeping up into the back of her mind. Surely, the man would kill her, had he known. And no one, not in this place, would stop him, or even object.

"You were right, Horace, it really is a mixed bag. There's almost no way I can offload all of this in one place."

Still silent, Jasmine thought of how close she had been to becoming just like him. Petoski used to be a hub of trade and prosperity, before the Jauron system received the contract to supply agricultural goods to Earth. After that, money was hard to come by. Jasmines family had fallen fast, and she had not gown up in the best of neighborhoods. The day came when she could choose between being a cop and a criminal. Choosing PetSec had almost immediately alienated her from her entire community. But, she thought, she had Kerrick.

He had begged her not to take on this assignment.

Dresny turned, stepping well within comfortable distance and looking down at her. He really was quite tall, and appeared to be attempting to intimidate her with his height advantage. Squaring her shoulders, Jasmine did not blink, wondering fearfully if there was any twitch in her expression, any flash of information portrayed in her tilted jade gaze that might give her away. "Horace told me that you had to move the lot right now. I'll give you 35,000 for all of it, after, of course, a demonstration of the weapons."

“45 k, or I’m going home. Mama wants a pretty new dress.” The latter was laced with sarcasm, a response to his earlier comment on her sex. She pushed a disposable data pad into his hand. “This is an inventory, by the way. Lets skip the lowballing bullshit. I know what I have.”

He countered promptly, and like all such exchanges, the negotiation ended somewhere between both offers. Jasmine made a show of pretending it mattered.

She was older than he'd initially thought. The body was firm and tight, that was sure, but he could see in her eyes, she had to be at least in her mid-20s. No way to fake that. It was the damned freckles-they were common among the natives around here, and they made her seem younger. She didn't blink at all as he looked down at her. Good poker face, he thought. Wonder what kind of work she does.

“45 k, or I’m going home. Mama wants a pretty new dress.” Her comment made Sean chuckle. Perhaps she had a sense of humor after all, somewhere underneath that. Sean took the inventory list that she handed him and he scrolled down it as he leaned arrogantly against her truck. Not that he hadn't already figured out what she had-his eyes were keen enough. Wait, there was a Svitek-45 with custom stock, and the full reverb chamber. That was a rare piece, more a collector's item than a stock firearm. And Sean did know a collector who wouldn't mind getting his hands on it.

He glanced up at the girl-he realized he didn't even know her name-and he narrowed his eyes slightly. "Where did you get all of this swag, anyway, darling?" he asked. She didn't even flinch at that, he noticed, just responded.

"I'm certainly not telling you my scam-it's against my business practice."

Sean rolled his eyes and then pocketed in the inventory. After some bargaining, he finally managed to remind that she was the one eager to move her goods, and that Petoski Security was surely going to beat down her door sooner or later, and settled on 39,000. Of course, one thing to do before he approved any transactions. With a grin, he reached into the bed of the truck, and pulled out a random automatic. He checked to make sure the chamber was empty. Then, after pressing a button, he sealed the doors to the hangar bay. He'd chosen this one carefully, knowing that there would be weapons in this shipment, and any wise broker always checked their validity.

"Horace, toss me a clip. Time to test this." Horace, obligingly, grabbed a clip of ammunition, and together they strolled around his ship, to where he'd set up an improvised firing range. He grinned as Horace handed him the clip, slapping it home. With a sneer, Sean then lifted the weapon at Horace, chuckling. "You know, Horace, you're still a fucknut. Oh, and if these guns are bogus, I won't hesitate to bury both of you." Smiling sinisterly, Sean thumbed off the weapon's safety...and then pointed it downrange. Fortunately, for all parties, the weapon fired smoothly, decimating the target Sean had set up. He tested one more of the weapons after that, just to be sure, and then nodded, walking back to his ship.

"It seems have a deal lovely." As they walked back to his ship, Sean slipped behind the girl, letting his eyes slide down to the curve of her bottom, watching it as she walked. That flight suit did wonders for her figure, making him grin with wicked thoughts."What say I take you out to get a drink, to celebrate this deal, eh?" he asked, as he pulled out his datapad, setting up the credit transfer to her account, and waiting for a response as she verified it.

She watched him as he fired the weapon into the makeshift range. His brazen threat to shoot them with her own merchandise made her heart skip a beat, adrenaline spiking in her blood. That timeless fight or flight reflex fought for control of her muscles. When his back had turned, she swallowed. The weapons had been thoroughly checked at PetSec headquarters for just this reason. There was no immediate danger.

He turned after testing the second rifle, ogling Jasmine openly. Under different circumstances, she might have taken it for an uncomfortably forward complement. She was sure the women he consorted with found this utterly charming. And to be fair, the cocky grin suited his roguish good looks quite well. Dashing might be a proper word. Jasmine felt guilty all at once for this thought, thinking of Kerrick.

Nothing showed on her face.

"It seems we have a deal, lovely."

She nodded, smiling in what she estimated was a wry grin. "Good. And, no paperwork. That alone is worth the price of jail." Stupid, stupid! It felt very unwise to say such a thing given her position. But it was too late to take it back. His eyes burned into her back as she walked with him. When he pulled out his datapad to make the transfer, she followed suit, ready to bolt at the first opportunity.

"What say I take you out to get a drink, to celebrate this deal, eh?"

A slim, manicured finger touched 'confirm' on her datapad, as her mind worked furiously to find a response. That was everything she needed. He was as good as behind bars, now. But not here. Now, she had to leave before things got fucked. Looking up at him, her eyes twinkled, tilting her head to the side with a coy smile on her lips. "Hmm..." Openly, her eyes traversed his body, as if she was inspecting a new speeder she was about to purchase. "I have to leave, now." Not good enough! she was painfully conscious of how unconvincing it would be to leave after saying something like that. Desperately she hoped he did not harbor suspicions. In a flash, the words rose to the tip of her tongue. "Besides, I think I can do better than you."

With that, she turned, hearing him laughing dispassionately as she departed. Sweat broke on her lightly tanned brow. Horace trailed her brisk pace. It would take much longer to get back to the ship, without the rental truck. Jasmine did not start running until he was well out of sight. She would have felt terrible, had she not been in considerable danger.

Almost there. Almost safe.

"Besides, I think I can do better than you."

Sean laughed wryly at her response, as he pressed his remote to reopen the hangar doors. Not bad, this one. He might have to keep her in mind the next time he was in system. Assuming she could send him some more business, of course. He wondered again, idly, where she'd gotten this haul. Maybe looted some rich pervert's vista, perhaps. He watched her walking out of the hangar bay as he call up to VX-073, his assistant android. "Hey, V, get the anti-grav unit out and let's start loading this product."

"Roger that, Boss," he heard V reply, as he began making his way down the boarding ramp. Sean gave him a wry look. Sometimes, even though it was impossible, he was sure that VX-073 was being sarcastic. Yes, it was impossible, even nonsense, but there it was. Perhaps he was just anthropomorphizing the damned thing, like people did when they talked to their pets. Pretending he had a personality because he was projecting his own feelings onto it. That had to be it.

With a shake of his head, he helped V start with the loading, far enough to demonstrate which compartments he wanted each bit of his inventory in, and then walked back down the boarding ramp. "I've got one more deal to make, and then I'll be back. You should have that all loaded and stowed in 10 minutes." With that, Sean hopped into the pickup, making a quick call to a local trader about some dye he wanted shipped. It paid to have something in the main hold when you were smuggling goods, so that anyone searching or scanning your vessel would take you for a legitimate trader rather than a smuggler of illicit goods. Look as unassuming as possible-the simplest bit of tradecraft he knew.

Sean then felt the inventory that the girl had handed him resting in his jacket pocket. He felt his curiosity rising a bit as he pulled it out. Setting it down quickly, he scanned where she'd touched it, getting a fingerprint profile. He saved that into his datapad and then called Geoffrey, a contact of his on Petoski Prime.

"Geoffrey! How's business?"

"I can't complain, Sean. I didn't know what you were in the area."

"Like I fucking tell you any time I go anywhere. Just concluded a nice bit of business on the periphery of your sphere of influence. Do me a favor, you owe me one."

"You're rapidly using up the favors I owe you."

"This is a small on, Geoff. I met a supplier, a girl with running guns and drugs, including some real specialty items. Just run her prints for me, and let me know what her background is. Fuck, I don't even know her name if I want to do business with her again."

"All right. A girl, eh? I don't suppose you boned her. Just, ya know, send me the prints, and I'll see what I've got on her."

"Thanks Geoff."

Sean grinned as he sat down his comm unit. Whatever that bitch's name was, he'd bet she was hot in the sack. Perhaps next time-he was often doing business in this part of space, which was why he had all the contacts here. Yes, even included Horace the Fucknut. Sean hummed a little tune to himself as he drove further into town, taking just one turn down a small side street and stopping in front of the shop where he had his rendezvous. He grabbed his datapad as he stopped the truck, hopping out quickly before the communicator buzzed at him again. He picked it up and flipped it on as he began to walk into the shop.

"Sean, Geoff. I've got some bad news for you."

"What, she's married? Like I give a damn."

"No, she's a cop. Jasmine Kesh, Petovski Security Force." Sean froze at hearing that. FUCK! That BITCH....he seethed for a moment, angry. The little cunt had even fooled him. DAMNIT!

Geoff was still talking, "...age 23. You should probably clear out of-" he was cut off by Sean slamming shut his comm unit and sprinting back out to the truck. Shit, which way had the bitch gone? He hadn't been paying that much attention. He glanced as his chronometer-she'd left him 10 minutes ago, she was probably at her ship by now.

"VX-073! I hope you're finished loading. Begin prep for take-off, immediately, and get the engines fired the second I'm on board. We're clearing out of here." Sean growled as he hit the accelerator, pushing the truck back toward his hangar as quickly as possible. With any luck, he might catch her before she could escape into hyperspace...if not. Well, he wouldn't be able to visit this system again any time soon.

Sean was sure of just one thing-he absolutely WAS going to kill Horace.

"Screw the checklist, lets get the fuck out of here. Now."

He glared over the top of his datapad, flipping switched in the cockpit periodically from 'red' to 'green' Her foot tapped on the floor in a universal gesture of impatience. "Listen, sweetheart, this ship is all I have."

"Well it isn't much. And I won't feel secure until we're in hyper." It was just a microjump, between planets in the system, but it was enough for their trail to be lost, should Dresny figure out that he had just been fooled. Bloody criminal. Good luck in prison. Jasmine couldn't wait to see Kerricks face when he heard the news. The condescension directed at his ship earned her a vicious scowl. These smuggler types really did form an irrational affection for pieces of machinery. Maybe it was a guy thing. Kerrick certainly loved that swoop bike that he had. Maybe he should marry it.

Horace progressed through the checklist, and eventually they checked with the control tower to let them pass. Soon they passed through the electron air shield, and into Petoski 1a's thin methane atmosphere. The ship seemed slow, compared to other ships she had been on, to leave the gravitational field. They couldnt go into hyper until that point, and Jasmine could do little but sit in the passenger seat, biting her fingernails.

The radar beeped. Horace gasped, wrenching the yoke as far as he could to the left. "What-" She gasped as she was thrown from her seat, the force of the turn overwhelming the artificial gravity. She slid along the floor until she slammed into the wall, spots dancing in her vision. Then the missile hit. Slamming through the shields, it exploded violently against the engine housing. They flickered and died promptly, as the console screamed and lit up with red lights. Fear took her once more.

Horace was unconscious, blood leaking from his temple. A splotch of blood was clearly visible upon the console. It had to be Dresny. He had to have figured it out. It was the only explanation, unless Horace had more enemies then he let on. This was bad. If he didn't kill her outright, well... She didn't want to think about it. Panic threatened to drown her thoughts, but she managed to beat it back, just barely. A shaky hand dialed PetSec HQ on the comm unit. The sensors identified the attacking ship as Dresny. The lighting in the cockpit flickered.

"HQ, this is Officer Kesh. I have the recording... He's coming. The debris of the conflict is in orbit above 1a. I am in a disabled ship. Horace is unconscious." The panic started to show in her voice. "He's going to take me... or... or he's going to kill me. Kerrick..." Her lip quivered, and she swallowed the lump in her throat, her hand clutching her engagement ring, hanging on a chain beneath the flight suit, nestled between soft breasts. "I love you..."

The sound of cutting metal. He was cutting at the hull of Horace's ship. She hit send. There was nothing more to say. She thought of how he had pleaded with her not to go. No... can't think about that. Dejectedly, she slumped against the sheet metal wall, pointing her blaster at the spot the sound was coming from. Her other hand wiped watery eyes, and she took a deep breath. Adrenaline rushed through her petite frame, and she braced herself.

Sean hit the ground running, sprinting up the boarding ramp and hitting the button to raise it as soon as his feet hit it. True to his word, he felt VX-073 initiate the engines as soon as he was on board. He dashed down the corridor direct to the cockpit, not waiting to get clearance to take off. He'd just need to bribe someone the next time he wanted to get back into the system to smooth all their sensibilities. His ship began lifting, and a voice chirped at him over the comm. Without letting it get more than two words out, he silenced it, slamming down on the button much harder than necessary.

"If I may inquire, what precipitated this desire for haste?" asked V.

"We've been made, but I'm hoping there's still time to intercept them before they can make a quick jump. They're probably taking Horace's ship-I thought I saw it coming in to land while we waited in the hangar. If they're in a Petsec ship...well, either way, we needed to clear out."

V processed that in silence. One good thing he liked about this droid. It didn't speak any more that truly necessary, like many of his contemporaries did. After a bit of tweaking with his program, he'd convinced it that it was an "inefficient way of communicating, wasting resources," which V tended to agree with. So he didn't have to listen to a lot of useless dribble as he piloted into a high orbit.

He began scanning all the ships on an outbound course from the planet. It only took the computer 18 seconds to make a match to Horace's unique POS climbing out of the atmosphere. Sean wanted to sneer victoriously. Yes, he'd beaten the bitch, and now he was going to take out his vengeance on the bastard, and the girl too. He paused just a brief second to wonder if all the cargo had been loaded, but then he realized that V would have said otherwise if he had not. He wouldn't waste words telling Sean that he'd done as expected.

Sean steered over onto an intercept course, and he waited until just after the ship had cleared the atmosphere, before he opened fire with both lasers and torpedoes. Horace jerked the ship to port, hard, as hard as his dinky little ship could, which threw off the aim of his lasers, but his torpedo continued on target, and slammed perfectly into the engines, disabling the ship and leaving it drifting along its previous heading.

"Fuck yeah...take that bitches!" He growled in satisfaction, and then steered over to intercept, locking on with his magnetic docking clamp. Horace had a smaller vessel than he did, but it still made actually docking in space a near impossibility-he'd need to carve through the hull. The clamp dug into the hull, dragging Horace's ship along for a brief second, wobbling, before it reeled it in. Sean leaped out of his chair, firing a command to V, "Plus a quick course that takes us out of system, then a second jump toward Galor Prime. Prepare to initiate on my command."

Sean drew his blaster as he sprinted back toward to the space docking seal. It was on the ventral part of the ship, near the center, so he had to take a ladder down to reach it. He ignored the slight wooziness that resulted from the shift in the artificial gravity that eventually shifted him from climbing down to walking on what had been the wall. The entire docking hatch was round, and he had had cutting lasers placed on the exterior. It was mostly for salvage purposes, getting into vessels that he'd found drifting, but getting himself somewhere that he wasn't invited was just an added bonus.

Checking to insure that he had a good seal against their hull-making sure he would have atmosphere-, he opened the docking hatch on his side, and then activated the lasers. They burned brightly to his vision as they began carving into the armor plating of Horace's ship. As it cut, he grabbed a stun grenade from his vest, preparing to go in hard and fast. His thumb depressed the primer on the grenade, and it needed only to be throw before activating the three second timer. Once the lasers had cut clear through in a circle, a small charge was deployed, blasting the armored hull away from, into Horace's ship with a quick flash of light.

A quick laser flashed through the newly bare opening, singeing his arm. "Fuck, Sean shouted, as he threw the grenade blindly through the opening and pinned himself against the wall. He closed his eyes and waited for the shock blast, and then charged through the opening.

He saw the girl, Jasmine-the bitch that tried to fuck you over, laying there, temporarily stunned by the grenade. He ran up to her as she groaned softly, just barely conscious, and he kicked the blasted out of her hand, before kicking her once in the ribs really good. A quick glance toward the cockpit showed Horace's slumped form laying there, bleeding. Apparently the blast from the missile had already incapacitated him. Perfect, thought Sean.

For half a second, he considered leaving Horace there and blasting away, emptying the ship to vacuum and killing Horace from the exposure...but no. That was too impersonal. He wanted to pull the trigger himself. He grabbed Horace first, dragging him out of his seat, and dragged his lumpy ass out to the docking portal. He stepped on one of Horace's fingers, breaking it, and taking some satisfaction in it even though he was unconscious at the moment. He tossed him roughly through into his own ship, and then went back to grab the girl.

What to do with her? It seemed a shame to waste such a fine piece of ass. He grinned wickedly as a devious plan occurred to him. Plus, he remembered that she had just handed over 58 kilos of the aphrodisiac to him-a very handy catch. With a dose or two of that running through her system...they could have a bit of fun together. Oh, and he had quite a few implements on board just in case he felt like grabbing a slave from Gathoria. Too perfect. He glanced down at her, and watched as her eyes fluttered open for a second. He scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder.

"Wha..?" she spoke, her body feeling weak, the impact of the stun blast sapping her strength. She struggled weakly against him as he carried her out of Horace's ship, and then hauled her into his ship. She wasn't capable of much resistance at the moment, her arms flailing weakly. Sean sealed the hatch, then disengaged the docking clamp, listening to the shearing of metal as it pulled away from Horace's ship.

"V, hit it, get us out of the system," he announced over the comm, as he carried Jasmine back into the heart of his vessel. There was a single slight shudder as the ship launched itself into hyperspace. Sean ignored the girl's cries as he brought her into his tiny little med-lab, dropping her roughly down on the exam table, and pulled a syringe prepared with a sedative. "I hope you have a good nap, lovely, because after you wake up, I'll have to make you my bitch."

"No..." she whispered, weakly, before he sank the syringe into her arm. By the time she woke up, he expected he'd have her suspended and dangling hog-tied in his play room. After that...then he would perhaps consider giving her something else. With a laugh, he went back to grab Horace.

Her heart pounded as the grenade bounced into the room with an unpretentious clink. She had only time to cover her head with her arms before it went off. A flash of light assaulted her eyes, the sound beating at her eardrums. Later, she would think that perhaps she had lost consciousness for a few moments, for when awareness returned to her, she found herself being carried over a strong shoulder. Dresny.

Futilely her fists beat against his back, but her body still felt sluggish from the stun grenade. Colored spots still swam lethargically through her vision. An incessant ringing permeated her ears. And, strangely, her side hurt rather badly. "Lemme go..." Even her voice sounded slow, as if she had drank too much whiskey. As he carried her to wherever he was taking her, he said something to her droid. All the things that she had thought, before he had knocked her out, bled slowly back into her lazy mind. Quietly, she moaned, grunting as a jerk in his step forced the air from her lungs. Tears began to streak her freckled cheeks. "Stop..." He ignored her.

Her half lidded eyes widened slightly as he dropped her unceremoniously upon an exam table, gaze falling upon the needle in his hands. "I hope you have a good nap, lovely, because after you wake up, I'll have to make you my bitch."

"No..." Her hand tried to push his away, but he swatted it down. What could that mean? Was he going to torture her, or...

Her eyes fluttered shut, and she slept harder than she had ever slept. No dreams visited her.


Slowly, she came to. Her shoulders and thighs ached. The panic, and the recollection, rushed into her mind. She remembered everything that had happened. And his promise to make her his... his bitch... Franticly her eyes opened, pupils dilating as she took in the room... Filled with strange restraints she could not identify... Things that she had scene, upon raiding a slave traders den. She struggled against her bonds, wriggling her fingers and toes, causing herself to sway lightly in the air. When she recognized the state of her dress, her lower lip quivered. No...

Helpless, her slender frame was presented to him, nude and vulnerable. She could close her thighs with effort, but fatigue forced her to reveal the tender pout of her sex, just above a small neatly trimmed patch of soft crimson fur. The proud swell of her breasts pushed forward by her tied wrists, peaked by dainty pink buds, tightening in the slight chill of the room. A few ragged breaths entered her lungs, and left more erratically than they arrived. The ring, hanging from her neck still, seemed like a taunt. The diamond glistened in the soft lighting of the room. Anger aided in the conquering of her terror.

"Hey! HEY! You fuck! You'll never get away with this! You'll pay with blood!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, tears still lining her cheeks and dripping from her chin. Jasmine wondered if he had heard her. A soft sob left her after a few moments, and her anger left her with only despair.

But when the door slid open, it returned with a vengeance. Her shaky voice rang out in the relative silence. "Fuck you! You slimy piece of shit! Do you think I am forgotten?"

The first jump was a quick one. The Seventh Freedom dropped out of hyperspace just as Sean Dresny was finishing up the ties on the girl. He had found the engagement ring around her neck-that's all that it could be-and had left that there for the moment. Something to ask her about later. And, of course, it presented a new challenge. Bending someone ELSE'S woman...that sounded like a great deal of fun to him.

He hauled Horace's lumpy ass up to the medical lab, and he strapped in him, handcuffing his wrists to the table. Then he wrapped a belt around the head strut, constricting on his neck, just exerting enough pressure to keep him from moving his head. Horace's head wound was non-fatal. Oh, sure, it would hurt like hell, but he'd wake up from it in a bit. He bandaged it up to stop the blood flow, just to be sure. Then made sure that the med-lab's security camera was pointed directly, with the microphone picking up the full exchange. With a grim smile, he gripped his blaster, then pumped a stimulant into his arm.

"Wha...huh?" Horace awoke with a start. Sean was looking down into his eyes, his blaster pressed solidly into his chest as he awoke. Horace quivered in fear, before he began to stutter. "Oh f-fuck.. Sean. I-I-"

"I always took you for a narc, Horace. I just never took you for a STUPID narc." Sean growled as he ground the tip of his blaster into Horace's chest. "You thought you'd try to fuck with me? You should know that I never liked you."

"Sean...pl-please. Don't do this. I-I can help you. I-" Sean silenced him with a slap

"Don't you dare try to fucking get out of this. I always knew that I would kill you. And you know, I'm just sorry that your slime has to taint my ship."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry don't-!" Sean pulled the trigger. He put a blaster shot right through Horace's heart, then a second, and then a third. After the third shot, he pressed his hand to Horace's neck, making sure that there was no pulse, before he smiled again. He killed the recording, just like he'd killed Horace, and then unstrapped his body. He dragged his lumpy carcass to the airlock, tossed him in, and then cycled out, emptying his body into the boundless empty space between systems.

V," said Sean, "resume course to Galor Prime. Confirm time to destination."

"Approximately 52 hours, sir."

"Thanks V." Sean felt a moment's satisfaction at having finally killed Horace the Fuck-nut, before he decided it was time for a quick rest. V didn't take naps, and his other prisoner was currently taking one, so it couldn't hurt to catch four hours. She would probably be out longer. He set the ship's chronometer to wake him, and then staggered into his quarters, dropping down to take his nap. The past day had been very tiring, so he was asleep almost as soon as he dropped down.

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After a nap and a quick shower, Sean was refreshed. He dried his hair out, brushing it quickly into place, before he decided to go and check on his other prisoner. He strolled up one deck, almost directly above his quarters, and then paused at the door. He grinned, slightly, listening-he thought he heard sobbing on the other side of the door. That was good. He stepped through the door, hearing it open automatically, looking at her. She was hanging just above waist level, bound naked except for that engagement ring around her neck. Her hands were tied to her ankles behind her back, her thighs kept separated by ropes. He watched as she closed them, but her muscles tired quickly enough and they spread once again. Her head snapped up as she heard the door open, and she immediately unleashed a short tirade.

"Fuck you! You slimy piece of shit! Do you think I am forgotten?"

Sean tsked slightly, and then shook his head. "Temper temper, Ms. Kesh."

He heard the slight intake of breath at hearing her name, and then he grinned at her. He pulled out a datapad, glancing down at it. "Oh yes, I know who you are. Why do you think you are here?

" 'Jasmine Kesh, Petovski Security Force, age 23.' This was your first undercover assignment, was it not? A shame it ended so badly-I think you have some talent at it! You had me totally fooled." Sean chuckled arrogantly at her as he strolled forward. "Your 'coworker' has been properly disposed of, by he way." He hit a button, lighting up the viewscreen on the wall in front of her, playing back the video of Horace's execution.

"A bit naughty of you, my dear, to be associated with such filth. Honestly, you could do better." He strolled closer, sliding a hand across her scalp and then down her back, trailing along her spin as he looked at her. He then reached underneath to grope one of her breasts, his finger flicking a nipple idly. "Much, MUCH better."

He grinned and then looked down at her face, as he moved his hand up to cup the the engagement ring at the end of the necklace. "And who is the lucky man, hmm? Is he also with the Petsec? I'm a little curious-that much was NOT in your file. A pretty thing such as you, confined to one man, imagine that." Sean then laughed heartily. "Of course, from now on, you ARE confined to one man. Me. And that is it."

He reached down, cupping her chin, tilting her head up to look at him. "And trust me, we ARE going to have fun together."

The revelation that he knew so much about her was disturbing. That was classified! He must have an informant... Her eyes widened as, on the screen, she watched Horace die. Jasmine had never seen such a thing, nor had she killed anyone. It shocked and scared her. Though she knew that he would kill him, and she held no affection for Horace, watching it happen was quite unsettling for the young woman. Fighting the tears that threatened once more to fall, she bit her lip.

"A bit naughty of you, my dear, to be associated with such filth. Honestly, you could do better." She shuddered as his hand trailed down her spine, goosebumps rising on the surface of her nude frame. The tears finally broke through as he grasped a full, youthful breast, flicking a sensitive pink nipple, causing it to tighten slightly and her breath to hitch. "Much, MUCH better."

Her anger flared as he cupped her engagement ring, "And who is the lucky man, hmm? Is he also with the PetSec? I'm a little curious-that much was NOT in your file. A pretty thing such as you, confined to one man, imagine that." He laughed, and she grimaced helplessly up at him. "Of course, from now on, you ARE confined to one man. Me. And that is it." After that terrible reminder of his intentions, he tilted her chin up forcing her to look into his eyes. He seemed to drink in her frustrated, tear streaked expression. "And trust me, we ARE going to have fun together."

Caution was needed... She could not reveal to him any more information. If he knew that she belonged to Kerrick... There was no telling what he might do to her. "You are a bastard!" She attempted to spit at him, but it fell woefully short of his feet. All she had left were useless gestures. "There are men who will ignore the rule of law to find me, pig! I sent a last message. Your little game has a time limit. And when they find me, they will kill you."

She lowered her head. The onus it put on her straining little body was too great. Her joints ached terribly. Desperately, she hoped he did not plan on leaving her up like this... Her whisper was soft and breathy, but filled with vehemence. "...And skip the paperwork."

Sean was watching her face as the recording played. The message it held was simple-he would kill her as easily and as mercilessly as he had Horace the minute she became a liability to him. He knew the realization sank in, and the tears dropped in a moment of desperation, accompanied by the biting of a lip as she realized that she was really in his power, now. He gave her a malevolent smile that let her know she was trapped by his own tender mercies. She seemed to know enough about his reputation to make that terrifying.

"You are a bastard!" He laughed openly at her as she yelled, even more as she spat at him and it fell well short of the mark. He shook his head in admonishment, tasking slightly as he tilted her head up to look up at him as he loomed over her vulnerable position. "Say what you will about me, but I'll ask you not to question my parentage. My father was an honorable." Which, of course, only made him laugh more as he remembered his old man.

She was trying to deliver a threatening tirade, he realized, as he'd been ignoring her words-something about justice finding him int he end, blah-blah. He looked down at her, still cupping the ring in his hand, and then he shook his head. "It seems I've hit a nerve here. I guess I'll just need to take this away from you for now." Sean slipped the necklace off of her and then dropped it casually into his pocket, patting it gently. "Perhaps, after I've taught you your place, I'll have you flush this out the airlock yourself. Oh, it will be quite a moment for you!"

His smile was sadistic as he dropped down to one knee, putting his face on eye level inches from her face. She was still swaying slightly from her struggles, making him follow her with his eyes as she swung back and forth, but she couldn't really move her body very far. His hand reached out to cup her breast once again, finding her nipple, and he rubbed his hand over it lovingly, admiring his newest prize.

"Now, a few things you need to know. Your name is Jasmine. I rather like it, but unfortunately, you won't be allowed to keep it. Perhaps you can it back. For now, I shall call you 'Jazz'. It's familiar enough to work as a pet name-perhaps even your sweet lover called you that affectionately a time or two?" Sean bared his teeth in a grin once more as he ground her nipple between thumb and forefinger, working it until it grew satisfyingly hard.

"You will call me 'Sir,' and 'Sir' will start or end all of your sentences as you address me. Just like being in the military, really." As her nipple peaked in hardness, his other hand reached and suddenly attached a clamp onto, biting down with harsh teeth. As she opened her mouth to cry out in pain, he pressed his lips against hers, sloppily, claiming her mouth. His tongue caught hers and stroked against it. He held her in the kiss for several seconds-she didn't reciprocate, of course. He broke the kiss as he reached down for the opposite tit, cupping it in his palm, repeating the process of rubbing his thumb over the nipple.

"Embrace the pain. Eventually, it will start to feel really good, I promise." As the other nipple grew taut as well, he once again set a clamp into it, letting it dig in tightly, to the point that was nearly cutting off circulation. Shortly, it would be near numb from that pressure, but for now it would be quite excruciating. She cried out in pain once again, and he didn't silence her this time, letting them echo in the silence of the room.

He ignored her swearing at him as he stood again, moving over to grab a bamboo cane. "Now, this will be the typical penalty for disobedience, though I do have some other, creative ideas which you'll discover very soon. Of course, this shall be more payback for trying to screw me over than anything else. How many strikes do you think are appropriate for THAT, my little Jazz?"

Sean waited just until her mouth started to open with some retort, and then struck, underhanded, slapping her across the expanse of her belly. "Wrong answer, Jazz" he said as he struck the first of what would be several blows.

"It seems I've hit a nerve here. I guess I'll just need to take this away from you for now." He pulled the ring from about her neck, and despite the fact that its presence was a taunt in the first place, she still felt a sense of loss. The despair welling up in her weighed a little bit heavier in its absence. "Perhaps, after I've taught you your place, I'll have you flush this out the airlock yourself. Oh, it will be quite a moment for you!" How could he be so confident that she would cast aside the man she loved? It was the stupidest thing she had ever heard. And yet, his confidence was unerving. She did not agknowledge him, and seethed silently. Fucking criminal.

He knelt before her, facing her at eye level. Though her head hung from fatigue, red tresses swinging beneath her, she could feel his sinister smile as if she were looking at it. Her breath caught in her throat as he began to play with her nipple, making the little pink bud stiffen beneath his ministrations. "Now, a few things you need to know. Your name is Jasmine. I rather like it, but unfortunately, you won't be allowed to keep it. Perhaps you can earn it back. For now, I shall call you 'Jazz'. It's familiar enough to work as a pet name... Perhaps even your sweet lover called you that affectionately a time or two?" In fact, he had. Jasmine had no intentions of telling him this, however. The hand, that before had been almost gentle, pinched her sensitive nipple cruelly. She whimpered as the sparks of pain flashed through her, another tear slipping down her cheek. "You will call me 'Sir,' and 'Sir' will start or end all of your sentences as you address me. Just like being in the military, really." Her nipple ached, stiff and swollen. And when he brought the clamp to bare, she sucked in a breath to protest, before he smothered her cry with his lips, just as the cruel clamp bit into the responsive little nub. The teeth dug painfully into the pink bud, causing it to feel as if her whole breast throbbed. She moaned pitifully into his mouth, attempting to pull away, to no avail. "Mmmmhmmm..." He broke from her, and she sobbed softly as he began on her opposite nipple. Her body paid her reservation no mind, and the nipple was soon just as achingly tight as its twin.

"Embrace the pain. Eventually, it will start to feel really good, I promise." What?! How can that possibly... She gasped, crying out in agony as the other clamp repeated the sharp pain that had visited her only moments earlier. Her poor tits pulsing with the pain of it... Throbbing nipples squeezed between those cruel clamps as she swayed and struggled.

She cursed him, in between pained whimpers. "You fucker... Nn..."

"Now, this will be the typical penalty for disobedience, though I do have some other, creative ideas which you'll discover very soon. Of course, this shall be more payback for trying to screw me over than anything else. How many strikes do you think are appropriate for THAT, my little Jazz?" She opened her mouth to demand that he stop calling her that, before he struck her firm tummy with a cane, leaving a straight red line, and forcing a desperate moan from her lips. "Wrong answer, Jazz"

"Stop it, you son of Aaah!" He hit her again, leaving another angry red line. "No more!" Again, she squealed, tears falling freely, as she sobbed. She couldn't take anymore. Her breasts screamed to be released, though that pain had faded to a duller, but still agonizing, ache. "Please..." A soft whimper, as the cane fell again. Swaying gently in her bonds. She had to end this... even if it meant she had to... "Sir... Please..."

Sean licked his lips as he struck at her stomach a second time. Fucking bitch almost conned ME! And I used to be the con-man! He was growling slightly, the sound emanating from within him. He knew there would be a pair of red marks across her smooth tummy then, but he couldn't see them at the moment. He would get a good look at the pair of them eventually. She was sobbing against in her desperation, her tears lightly dropping to the deck plate, growing moist on it.

"No more!" he heard her plead, and then his next blow struck at her thighs. He circled around her slowly, watching her as she swung helpless in front of him. He then brought the cane down against her lower back, hearing it cracking out into the room. He was heartless to her cries at that moment, barely even hearing them, caught up in his need to get back at her. She had come so close to ruining him, after he'd been working for so long. There was no mercy to be had in this moment. Another stroke slapped across her breasts, rattling her clamps slightly, doubtless sending more fiery tingles of pain shooting up from her nipples.

"Embrace the pain, Jazz. It is all you can do now." The bamboo cane struck across her shoulder blades, and then he moved around her behind, standing between her knees. He brought the can down across her firm ass, enjoying the sound of smacking flesh it made. He repeated it, two firm strikes, seeing the criss-crossed red patterns he was leaving on her flesh. He felt satisfied, now, seeing the red slash across the fronts of her thighs. He set down the cane gently, and went to one knee between her legs. He examined her pussy, dry as it was at the moment.

With a devious grin, he leaned in closer, stroking along those lower lips with a finger, leaning in between her legs. He could see the marks he'd made on her stomach, now, from his angle. His touch on her cunt was very gentle now. He'd exacted all of his pent-up rage, for the moment. She needed to feel the fury of him, fully angry, and unrepenting about the pain he might inflict. The time for true training would begin. His mouth closed in between her thighs, letting her deal with the sensation of warm breath against her inner thighs and then her center, growing hotter as he grew closer, until his tongue extended across them. It gave them one long, slow, loving stroke, and then he kissed at them with his lips.

It took a couple of minutes worth of ministrations, but he did manage to get her juices flowing for him, curving his lips upward in satisfaction. He kept his mouth and tongue playing with her for a moment longer before he pressed into her with a finger. Her hole welcomed it at first, making his finger moist, and then he added another finger into her tight hole before both of those pulled upward to stroke light against her clitoris. He saw that it had happily emerged, a welcome bump, and he stroked it playfully.

"Now, a first test. Does my little Jazz require a third clamp to squeeze down on her clit?" He continued to rock it his fingers against it, very gently, teasingly, and waiting to see if she would up with the right answer. If she looked at him, backward past her body, she would see his left hand holding another identical clamp, ready to attach it in a moments notice.

"No, please, sir..." She was crying now, The places the cane had landed still stung terribly. Her nipples now merely throbbed dully... though the slightest movement sent pain lancing through them. She had given up, at least for now, her refusal to address him as sir. She had forgotten everything except this moment, and how she wished it would end as soon as possible.

His breath played across the naked petals of her sex. She jerked when his tongue slowly slid along the cleft of her slit, whimpering pleadingly. Knowing he would not stop. Knowing her cries meant nothing. Knowing that her anger would only make it worse. "Stop..." But that wicked tongue kept at her... her toes curling, trying to get away as he slowly, but surely fanned the flames of her desire... Eventually, the kindling would catch. The beginning flickers of pleasure terrified her, for she knew that she could not run from them. What did this say about her? Tied up, a plaything for a cruel man who took pleasure in tormenting her, and this was how she reacted?

The whimper she emitted, when his fingers slipped into her tight pink flower, could only be described as lustful. She felt shame as soon as the sound left her. "Please stop... Nn... Touching me Sir..." Quietly, she cried, lower lip quivering with emotion, moaning ever so softly as he carressed the throbbing pink bud of her clit. Slowly, it had left its little hood, stiffening with her unwilling arousal. It was a beacon of her desire. Ripples of gentle pleasure traversed her aching body, even as she whimpered half from sorrow, and half from delight.

"Now, a first test. Does my little Jazz require a third clamp to squeeze down on her clit?"

Her eyes widened, and she looked back, seeing the little chrome clamp in his hand. Fear gripped her, and she panicked as his fingers gently, relentlessly toyed her excited, shamelessly erect clit.

"No... Please don't..."

It was only seconds later that she realized that she had forgotten his self-imposed honorific...

He played his fingers over the center of her pleasure, feeling it rising and responding to his touch, as he worked her over skillfully. Her thighs tightened up and her body strummed slightly as he saw her juices flowing a bit more freely. He flicked his tongue across it once more as he awaited her answer, listening to her moaning and pleading. So far, it seemed like was doing a good job of remembering to call him Sir. Perhaps she already had a little submissive streak in her. She might even pass this little test. Then she twitched as she heard his question, giving him a quick, panicked look.

"No... Please don't..."

Sean glanced up at her face, and then gave her a quick tsk. Disappointing...but not really. Torturing the bitch was going to be quite pleasurable over the next several days. He saw a panicked look on her face as she realized her mistake-the first of many, likely-and tried to whimper out the honorific too late. It didn't escape her lips as he enclosed the clamp around her clit, pinching cruelly into it, sending new hot waves of pain shooting into her. She jostled around, swinging herself around slightly, as much as the ropes would allow, screaming out. He smiled to the sound of it.

"That's too bad, Jazz. But you know, pain helps us learn our lessons quickly. I hope that you're very quickly catching on." Sean's finger trailed down her cunt lips, stroking them, noticing that they were still a bit moist. "Hmm, and perhaps you're even enjoying becoming my bitch. That's good." A sadistic laugh as he leaned in, kissing at the junction of her thighs once again, before rising once more.

"Don't worry, you'll get better at this, I promise." He smiled as he walked past her, moving up toward her head. He reached down and cupped her chin, tilting it up to look at him, smiling down into her eyes. They were red, swollen from crying, her entire face a mess. He gave her sweetest smile as he leaned down to kiss her lips. "Shh, shh...the beating is over for now. You've come through the worst of it...mostly." He couldn't help grinning sadistically for a moment as he straightened back up. He tilted her head down to look at his crotch, seeing the outline of his cock hardened beneath his pants.

"Eventually, I'm going to fuck you with this. It will be rape, of course, and you will be absolutely begging for it before it happens. I can guarantee that." He brushed a hair tenderly out of her face as he strolled past her side, and he grabbed one of her hands, tied futiliely behind her back, and he pressed it against the bulge in his pants, letting her feel the warmth and hardness of it, to grasp at it's size. He left her fingers there a moment before he dropped down onto the floor beneath her, looking up at her.

"Now, let's see. Tell me what you're to call me." He nodded as she responded with the correct answer, and smiled approvingly. His hand pressed a quick control button in his pocket that released the slack in the rope a little bit, lowering her toward his form laying under her. He reached up to run his hands against her stomach and then up to her breasts. "And what is your name?" She hesitated a bit at that, so he grabbed one of the nipple clamps and twisted slightly until she cried it out, and then he smiled. He lowered her down even further until she was nearly pressed down against him.

"Now tell me, do you enjoy having your nipples played with? Does it make you wet?" He studied her curiously, wondering if she would answer, or if she would hesitate again, his finger resting against her tit, ready to provoke her to speak if she would not.

She screamed, her body struggling against her bondage as the horrible little clamp pinched tightly around her stiff little clit. She half moaned, half sobbed as she swayed, the apex of pain pulsing in her clit, and radiating out to her nipples and the rest of her body.

"That's too bad, Jazz. But you know, pain helps us learn our lessons quickly. I hope that you're very quickly catching on." To her horror, the wetness between her quivering thighs only increased, his finger slowly tracing her moist slit. Her thoughts went to the few times she had asked Kerrick to tie her up when they made love. It had seemed like a thrill at the time. But... Perhaps... that was a sign of something far darker within her. No... "Hmm, and perhaps you're even enjoying becoming my bitch. That's good." He laughed cruelly at the weeping girl suspended before him, gently brushing her heated pussy with his lips. She moaned as his chin brushed her swollen clit, captured within the little clamp. "Don't worry, you'll get better at this, I promise."

He walked around her swaying body, his touch almost loving as he tilted her head back, locking eyes with her, staring into her watering eyes, at her wet cheeks, and the labored pants that escaped her full lips. His smile was nearly affectionate. "Shh, shh...the beating is over for now. You've come through the worst of it...mostly." The fight had left her, and she could only whimper quietly into his lips as he kissed her softly. She did not struggle. Her pushed her head back down, forcing her to stare at the hard outline of his manhood, showing through his pants. "Eventually, I'm going to fuck you with this. It will be rape, of course, and you will be absolutely begging for it before it happens. I can guarantee that." A fresh sob escaped her at his words, even as she caught herself taking comfort from his hand, so gentle as he brushed disheveled red tresses from her eyes. Breath caught in her throat as he pressed her slender fingers to his crotch, making her feel his thick, steely cock beneath her fingers. Kerrick would find her... He had to find her...

She looked down at him as he slid beneath her body, smiling uncaringly up at her. "Now, let's see. Tell me what you're to call me."

"Sir..." Her voice was a broken whisper. Green eyes widened slightly as she was lowered slightly, via a small device in his hand. His hands, strong and firm, carressed her arched tummy, then the soft pillows of her breasts, lined with marks from the cane, as if to reward her for her correct answer. She shivered at his touch.

"And what is your name?" She almost said Jasmine, in defiance. The name Jazz belonged only to Kerrick. But then his fingers twisted the clamp encircling her tormented little nipple, making her moan in pain as he reawakened that particular agony. Jasmine managed, only just, to whimper out the name her had given her. "Jazz..."

"Now tell me, do you enjoy having your nipples played with? Does it make you wet?" jasmine was a quick learner, and she replied with alacrity. "Yes, sir."

the truth was she had always been a sensitive girl, as far as her nipples went. The nights were many, witch Kerricks loving mouth closed around a stiff pink nipple, sucking it wetly as her exotic eyes fluttered shut in delight. But nothing like this...

As if to defy her thoughts of denial, her sodden pussy clenched involuntarily, a drop of feminine honey slipping around her captive clit.

Sean rested his head on the deck plating behind him almost casually, as he looked up at his fresh captive. She was quite delightful. It was interesting to him how engaged she was. Barely an hour into her captivity-or at least, her conscious awareness of it, and she had found most of her defiance sapped already, and her pussy seemed to be dripping with it. He just bet that something about being tied up and used appealed to her. His Jazz might end up making an excellent little slave. He began running through possible ideas for what he might plan for her eventually if she proved especially receptive.

As he lowered her the last time, her still-hard nipples were dragging across his shirt. Her face was inches away from his, helpless.

"Yes sir," she had said, affirming that she had really sensitive nipples. He had suspected as much, seeing how thy had tightened up in to firm little buds for him, practically begging to be squeezed. They stayed firm for the clamps on them, contorting to the pressure even as they must be going numb. It gave him ideas for later, plans for how to proceed with his new toy. Jazz was swaying lightly in her restraints, he body pressing with a very gentle pressure against his, and unable to move enough to do anything about it.

Sean gave her a wicked grin as he reached around her, planting both of his hands on her bare ass, and then pulled her hips down to his, tilting her just slightly so her pussy was dragging against the outline of his cock through his pants. He watched her face through this process, listening to the sounds she was making. "And think about this, darlin'. Still over 40 hours just until we leave hyperspace. What's the earliest you can imagine your 'friends' catching up with us? 3 days? A week? Can you last that long before you utterly cannot take any more? Before you crack?" His laughs was sadistic, even as he realized that the juices were still leaking from her pussy, moistening the front of his pants. "And while you think about that, think about this: YOU handed over to me KILOS worth of a powerful aphrodisiac. Who knows what days of exposure might do to you?" He rocked his hips against her teasingly.

"Perhaps even more than that..." he trailed off. Sean then lifted his head up, capturing her lips in a hot, sensual kiss, holding his lips to hers. He still didn't feel her kissing him back, but she definitely did not resist this time as he moved his lips on hers and forced his tongue into her mouth, simulating the act of fucking her by penetrating through her lips and thrusting home. He moaned very softly into her mouth with the enjoyment of her body, the taste of her, before he finally broke the kiss.

"I think it's time for a quick break." He swatted roughly at her tits, sending a rough shot of pain shooting up her, before he rolled out from beneath her and made his way to the door. He gave her a quick, salacious wink, as he slipped out. He went to his ship's beverage station for a glass of water, and a bowl, and he strolled back into her room after a moment. He nodded to her, still hanging.

"By now, I'd bet you're thirsty. Here is some water." He waved the glass for her, to make sure she was watching, and then took a drink to prove he had not done anything with it. "I want you to be able to trust food and drink that I give you. So here." Sean smiled at her as he poured the water into the bowl and set it on the floor. "I'm afraid you'll need to get used to drinking like that for the moment. Take a break, grab a drink-" Sean nodded to a back corner, where there was a small door "-and there is a refresher station back there. I'll return shortly."

With that, Sean tapped a button on his remote, and all the slack cut out from the ropes holding Jazz. She dropped to the floor. Much of the rope that had held her in place had done so entirely through tension, using her weight to keep her secured, but with the tension gone, only her wrists and ankles were tied, and not together. She would be able to waddle, or hop, and to bend her legs, but her wrists remaining secured behind her back still should make using her hands impossible.

"Enjoy your break, my little Jazz." Sean blew her a kiss, and the magnetic door sealed and locked behind him.

His hands closed harshly on the firm cheeks of her backside, pressing the lush, glistening lips of her cunt against his covered shaft. Jazz mewled softly as the pleasure and pain rippled through her as he ground her hips against him. "And think about this, darlin'. Still over 40 hours just until we leave hyperspace. What's the earliest you can imagine your 'friends' catching up with us? 3 days? A week? Can you last that long before you utterly cannot take any more? Before you crack?" His laugh was cruel. Hateful. How she despised the man. If at all possible, her heart sank a little more in her chest. "And while you think about that, think about this: YOU handed over to me KILOS worth of a powerful aphrodisiac. Who knows what days of exposure might do to you?" Another helpless moan left her at the confusing sensations she felt, a mess of arousal and stinging pain, as her lithe body gently moved against his strong chest, her pinched little clit throbbing in its prison. He was right, of course... Jasmine knew all about what that drug did to women. Women just like her.

"Perhaps even more than that..." He kissed her deeply, and she let him without protest, submissively opening her lips and letting his tongue enter her warm mouth.

"I think it's time for a quick break." She squeaked suddenly as his hand slapped her breast, making her poor nipple throb with pain, before leaving his position beneath her. He left for a moment, leaving the girl suspended inches about the floor for a few moments, before returning with a glass of water. "By now, I'd bet you're thirsty. Here is some water." She watched him take a drink, proving that it had not been compromised. The truth was she was quite parched. "I want you to be able to trust food and drink that I give you. So here." A disheveled Jazz felt her anger flair up as he poured it into a bowl at her feet. The indignity of it... But she didn't wish to say anything. The last thing she needed was more punishment. "I'm afraid you'll need to get used to drinking like that for the moment. Take a break, grab a drink, and there is a refresher station back there. I'll return shortly."

With the press of a button, she dropped to the floor, gasping softly as her nipples pressed to the cold metal, and groaning as her aching joints finally found relief. She felt her elbows crack satisfactorily as she tested them out.

"Enjoy your break, my little Jazz." She cursed him under her breath as he blew her a kiss. Sarcastic son of a bitch. He wouldn't even untie her, or remove these abominable clamps. She rolled to her knees, her fit frame having no trouble, now that she had been released. Softly she whimpered as her thighs moved too close together, irritating the clamp attached to her clit. Spreading them slightly, she was relieved of that discomfort. If she did not disturb the blasted things, then it seemed they were going numb. Better than the alternative.

The shame of her bodies reaction to his... ministrations... began to settle in. She felt filthy. Desperately, she wanted a shower. But more desperately did she wish for Kerrick to find her... To be free from this struggle.

But she could see no immediate end to it. Her lip quivered, but she fought back her tears. One moment at a time, she told herself, as she shuffled on her knees to the refresher.

It took some puzzlement to complete her business, but she was successful eventually. Seeing the sink in the bathroom, she saw her opportunity for defiance, and took a long, deep drink from the faucet. As she shuffled back into the room, she kicked the bowl, sending water spraying along the floor, but losing her balance and crashing down hard on her tailbone. Her pained moan echoed in the near empty room, and she lied down, breathing deeply as the pain lessened. Her back was arched awkwardly, bound as she was with her hands behind her back.

Perhaps another ten minutes had passed before the door slid open, and his shadow crossed her bare, milky flesh. She looked up, a sweet, sarcastic smile on her face as he took in the spilled water. "Welcome back, sir."

Sean was smiling, almost whistling, as he began to head aft toward his playroom once again. He had prepared a couple more things for his new passenger, and taken the time to relieve himself as well. He felt his cock shifting slightly in his pants as he imagined all the fun he was going to have with this one. To think that he only just started! With nothing to do for the next two days, he was glad to have something to keep him occupied, and that he had droid to keep track of the dull task of piloting the ship in hyperspace. He just hoped that she would prove a worthwhile challenge for him. Picturing Jazz's lips wrapping around his cock as she moaned, he smiled, whistling a little tune.

When he reentered the room, hearing the door hiss open and then hiss closed again, locking behind him, he noticed that Jazz was laying down on the floor, on her side. Her back was to the door. He saw the bowl he had put out for her turned upside down and over in the corner, with a bit of water on the deckplating about where she lay. He did pause to admire her soft, milky white skin, pale complexion on her smooth curves showing nicely in the bright lighting. As his shadow loomed over her, she turned over, giving him a sarcastic smile.

"Welcome back, sir."

He sighed, vexedly, as he glanced back at her. He shook his head and walked over to her. "Very foolish of you, Jazz. For a defiant act, this was both stupidly petty and meaningless. You could have done something better." The remote was still in his pocket, and as he reached down, pressing a button, a chair folded down from the wall, by where she was laying on the floor. He was still shaking his head at her as he scooped her up. "Jazz, Jazz...I hope you got enough to drink. See how long it takes before I give you any more water." He must remember to cut the running water to this section. He glanced down at the water on the floor-there was no sense cleaning it up. He increased the temperature in this room, letting the water slowly evaporate, and the Seventh Freedom's air circulation would eventually filter out the excess water vapor.

He sat down in the chair, and then Jazz was bent over his lap like a disobedient child. She squirmed, fighting a little bit, but there was little she could do all tied up like this. He knew this would be humiliating for her. Sean struck her ass, hard, with the bare of his hand, letting the slap echo out into the room. "Now, repeat after me: 'I will take what I am given, Sir,'" he said, as he smacked her once more, this time between her thighs, making sure to flick at the clamp biting down on her clit. Not immediately hearing what he wanted, he spanked her again, growling out, "SAY IT!"

Sean smacked her ass again, waiting as the words squeaked out of her. Then he grabbed at a nipple and twisted it, spanking her once again. "Again!" And he swatted her once more.

Finally, feeling she was appropriate subdued, Sean smiled. He scooped her up, easily, tossing her over his shoulder. Giving her one more smack to her sore ass, he carried her across the room to a small table. Jazz was dropped onto it, unceremoniously, as he reached behind her. His deft fingers quickly unbound the knot in the cable that was holding her wrists together. He grabbed one wrist, then reached around to grab the other, ignoring that she flailed about it, resisting having it grabbed. He demonstrated how much stronger he was than she as he easily lifted both wrists over her head, despite her resistance. "Just so you don't get the idea that you can out-wrestle me, what with your PetSec training. I'm curious, were supposed to be indoctrinated to interrogation techniques?" He threw that out as an aside.

Her hands were clamped down above her head, to restraints within the heavy that was welded to the floor. There was also a metal belt that wrapped around the waist, keeping her waist pinned to the table. After he locked down that, Sean lifted up Jazz's legs, untying her ankles, only to spread them. They were tied, spread wide, and then attached to gears that lifted her ankles up toward the ceiling, her toes useless curling as she was spread wide in front of her, her feet head high on him as she lay at waist level.

Sean activated the viewscreen on the wall. "Here, take a look at this, my little Jazz." He gave a quick tweak to the nipple clamp to make sure she did as he asked. It was a tattoo design. "Eventually, you will beg to be marked as my property. I'm going to place it on the inside of both thighs, so that no one will ever be able to fuck you without knowing that you Sean's Cumslut." He swapped to a different image. "Or perhaps this tattoo. Or this one." Another one appeared on the screen. "I have not quite made up my mind yet."

Then he pulled out a vial, strolling over to stand next to her, looking down into her sweet face. He met those striking green eyes, looking into them, as he licked his lips. He drew a vial from his pocket, holding it caressingly, lovingly, before he also pulled out a syringe. He plunged the syringe in, drawing up the vial, which appeared faintly blue through the syringe. Sean tilted it up, flicking it to get the air bubble out, and then depressed the plunger slightly.

"You know what this is, of course. You gave it to me. It's the most potent aphrodisiac ever conceived. Highly valued among slave traders, of course, for it's effect on females of virtually all humanoid species." He smiled down at her. "20 ccs ought to be sufficient for you. More that sufficient, actually, considering how creamy you got for me even without its influence." He laughed softly, drawing out the moment, letting her panic rise up. He listened to her mixed swearing and pleading for a moment before he mercilessly stabbed it into her arm and depressed the plunger, waiting on it to take effect.

Jazz blushed deeply, embarrassed by the predicament he had placed her in, bent over his lap. She gasped and wriggled in his iron grip as his hand descended on her upturned backside, her calves straining as she stood on the balls of her feet. The hot pain exploded sharply, leaving a red palm print on her creamy skin. "Now, repeat after me: 'I will take what I am given, Sir,'" Another vicious smack, this time on her inner thigh. Her gasp turned into a whimper as he flicked her tortured clit. She barely had time to suck in a breath before his hand came down again, squealing and struggling in his grasp. "SAY IT!" His deep voice was filled with dangerous authority, and it compelled her to obey.

"I will take what I am given Sir!" She had run out of tears, but fear still dominated her thoughts. Perhaps, it was unwise to defy him. She would just have to give him what he wanted... and wait for rescue. As the words left her, he cruelly twisted her aching nipple. "Nn!" Before bringing his hand down, ever so harshly, on her wriggling red bottom. "Again!" Another hand, compounding the burning sensation on her rounded lower curve. "Ah! I will take what I am given Sir!"

Apparently satisfied, he picked her up as if she were nothing, throwing the small girl over his shoulder and giving her one last blow to her smarting backside. Uncaringly he tossed her upon a table in the corner. Though she knew it was useless, she fought him as his strong arms forced her arms into restraints above her head. "Just so you don't get the idea that you can out-wrestle me, what with your PetSec training. I'm curious, were supposed to be indoctrinated to interrogation techniques?" She said nothing, but glared up at him. Though she would not disobey him directly, her spirit did not belong to him. Not yet. Another steel restraint encircled her trim waist, making sure she could not move too much. Another dark pink blush stained her cheeks, marring her angry expression as he tied her ankles, spread lewdly, her toned legs up in the air.

A viewscreen activated before her, and her new 'Master' encouraged her too look at it with an absent flick of her nipple. "Nn..." "Here, take a look at this, my little Jazz." She took in the tattoos he vowed to mark her with. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that... "Eventually, you will beg to be marked as my property. I'm going to place it on the inside of both thighs, so that no one will ever be able to fuck you without knowing that you Sean's Cumslut." He chest heaved, rage filling her at his words. "Or perhaps this tattoo. Or this one. I have not quite made up my mind yet."

She looked into his eyes, her full, soft lips pressed grimly together as he revealed the vial, and a syringe. She knew what that was. Tilted watery orbs widened as he filled the syringe with the drug. Jazz remembered the girls she had seen, after repeated exposure. They always remained on the edge of arousal. They're sex drive was ravenous. Jazz had always been a very sexual young woman, and it was true, that physically, the former slaves could be reintroduced to society... But, she remembered... It wasn't that they couldn't join society again... It was that they didn't want to. "No, sir... please don't..."

"You know what this is, of course. You gave it to me. It's the most potent aphrodisiac ever conceived. Highly valued among slave traders, of course, for it's effect on females of virtually all humanoid species. 20 ccs ought to be sufficient for you. More that sufficient, actually, considering how creamy you got for me even without its influence."

He laughed dismissively at her retorts. "You bastard! Don't do this to me! Sir, please..." She was hyperventilating, thinking of all those girls, eager to please their masters. Panic rose in her, her eyes wide as he stabbed her arm with the needly, plunging it deep and sending it through her bloodstream. A last protest, ill advised, left her lips. "Kerrick is going to kill you!"

As soon as it hit her, her body began to tingle tantalizingly. She felt the flush in her cheeks, now not just from humiliation, spread and tinge the buxom upper slope of her breasts. Ashamed, she closed her eyes, turning her head to his her face from Sean, as the tingle spread to her nipples, her clit... It can't be this fast... It can't... Whimpering softly, she felt her kegel muscles squeeze down greedily on nothing, her tender pussy aching to be filled. In only a few moments, she was panting quietly on the table before the man, with deep husky breaths. All she could think of was his big, hard prick stuffing her eager cunt. But she couldn't beg him. She wouldn't... She had to hold on.

Keeping her eyes squeezed shut, and her face averted, she whimpered softly as the moments ticked away, and her pussy grew wetter with each passing second.

Sean smiled with some amusement as her crying and pleading and taunting.

"You bastard! Don't do this to me! Sir, please..."

"Now, now, I warned you before, sweet Jazz, to leave my parents out of this." He listened to panicked breathing for another second as his thumb depressed the plunger, shooting the dangerous and illicit drug into her system. "Kerrick is going to kill you!"

The name, of course, resonated instantly with Sean. Kerrick was that mightier-than-thou investigator who had been on his ass for years. Twice he'd had him arrested, unable to make the charges stick. He'd ruined a couple of other business opportunities for him, managing to sniff out a deal that Dresny was working on, meaning he'd had to skip the rendezvous. Of late, he'd taken to taunting Kerrick any time he was in Petovski space with legitimate business, inviting him to come check his cargo hold. Sean looked down at the pretty little thing he had displayed on this table.

"Oh Kerrick, is it? That's your sweet little lover-boy?" He laughed self-indulgently, this was just too rich. She had closed her eyes, turning her head away from him. Sean stood quietly next to the table for the moment, and his hand was resting on her scalp, tenderly toying with her hair, curling it in his fingers. "Ah, so that limp-dicked fucker sent his little girlfriend undercover to try to trip me up, since he couldn't do it himself. How swell."

Sean laughed victoriously. Here he had his greatest rival's sweet lover in front of him, strapped down to a table...and now under the influence of a dangerously powerful drug. Oh, the poor little bitch, caught in his snare. Not that he wanted Kerrick's sloppy seconds, but oh, this would be such sweet payback. She looked even more delicious to him now than he had previously. He had initially thought he'd have some fun with her for a few weeks and then maybe sell her off, but now he had other plans. He truly WAS going to make his, so that she'd even forget that fucker's face. Maybe even send him a few pictures.

Of course, this also meant that Kerrick would be chasing after him now, for certain. Well, he didn't need to worry about that immediately-he probably had a week, at least, before that bastard could possibly catch up to him. So, nothing to worry about for the moment except for the business at hand.

Speaking of which, he studied his little Jazz. She was whimpering slightly, and then panting as the aphrodisiac took it's effect. Cruelly, he walked parallel to the table, his hand caressing her breast playfully, avoiding the clamp on her nipple. "By now, Jazz, I'm sure your nipples are completely numb." He smiled, even though she couldn't see it. "I'll bet, when I take this clamp off and you get feeling back there, it's going to rush back in, all of a sudden. It will hurt, but if your nipples are truly sensitive, that sudden rush of sensation.." he smiled. "I'll be it will feel really, really good, too."

He dragged his hand lazily between her breasts, then down across her stomach, and then back up to her breast. "Let's see."

Sean was aware at this point that her pussy was growing wet. She was wriggling slightly, and he could smell her arousal growing in the enclosed air of his playroom, even as her skin was flushed. Then his fingers closed on the clamp, popping it free, and then pulling it off her nipple. He watched her response as she grew more flushed with a brief cry. The pain made her thrash about for a moment, but her skin only grew more flushed with arousal as he watched her. His other hand continued to tenderly stroke her hair.

"Hmmm, how was that? My little Jazz?" Sean turned her head slightly to look up into his face, waiting on her response. With a nod, he smiled sweetly, and then said, "Let's remove the other, shall we?" With a grin he removed the other clamp, waiting on her response, as she cried out and writhed a bit more, before he spoke insistently, pulling her face back to look at his.

"Now...what's your name?"

"Oh Kerrick, is it? That's your sweet little lover-boy?" Jazz could think of nothing but the pulsing, wet heat between her thighs, and the terrible mistake she had just committed. He laughed, and it stung her worse than any whip. So tender and sweet was his touch, stroking her silky red locks. how lovely it would be if he were to sink that massive cock deep in her greedy little pussy.... She whimpered. No... "Ah, so that limp-dicked fucker sent his little girlfriend undercover to try to trip me up, since he couldn't do it himself. How swell.".


A strong hand caressed ever so gently the ample swell of her breast. "By now, Jazz, I'm sure your nipples are completely numb. I'll bet, when I take this clamp off and you get feeling back there, it's going to rush back in, all of a sudden. It will hurt, but if your nipples are truly sensitive, that sudden rush of sensation.. I'll bet it will feel really, really good, too." The flustered young captive could only pant softly, hesitant to speak, to give him more information he could use against her in the midst of her sultry duress. "Let's see."

"Ahhhh!" When he removed the first clamp, how her poor nipple ached... Blood rushing back into the tight pink bud. She moaned, pleading emerald eyes gazing up at him, the lush pout of her lips parted at her wheezing, labored inhalations. Her body arched the best it could within her bonds, breasts bouncing slightly at the sudden movement, her nipple remaining a diamond hard pebble peaking the soft flesh. Desperately she wished he would touch her. She hungered for it ceaselessly, her overexcited body showing all the signs; begging for his sex.

"Hmmm, how was that? My little Jazz?" He forced her to look at him.

"Please touch me, Sir..." Her voice was soft. Broken. Submissive.

"Let's remove the other, shall we?" Another squeal left her, writhing once more in her restraints... The sensations of pain and relief washing over her. Her quivering kitty sodden with her feminine honey. As the pain faded, her sweet gasps lessened, the wet steadily slid over her anal star, forming a tiny puddle of her arousal on the table.

"Now...what's your name?"

She shuddered, a mess of feverish lust as she looked up at him. Her hips twitched, as if wishing to grind her needy sex against something... anything...

"Jazz, Sir..."

Sean ignored her pleading for now, but did note how it was already sounding quite subdued. She was asking for his touch submissively, saying please, calling him Sir. All very, very good starts. Unfortunately for her, it was only just a start, and he was not going to be satisfied. As he took the clamp off of her second nipple, letting the hard little bud regain circulation, pushing past the numbness, he noticed how she grew more wet between her thighs. Her pussy grew more and more lubricated, ready to welcome an intruder, even if it was a man who might be her worst enemy. Her nipples, of course, remained hard, not from direct stimulator, or the cool air in the room, but from arousal-if anything, they had seemed to firm up even more.

"Jazz, Sir..." she said, in response to his query about her name. He smiled sweetly down at her as he nodded approving, his hand caressing her head and scalp.

"Very good, my little Jazz," he responded. In reward, he leaned down from his position adjacent the table, and his lips lowered to hers. He kissed her powerfully, forcefully, taking what what his from her, as he cupped the back of her head and held her face gently against his. As he kissed her, he also reached down, one-handed, to very gently release the final clamp that he'd fastened on her clit. He was very curious how THAT might feel once sensation started surging into her. She'd already been close to a begging little kitten already, the way her hips were grinding against the empty air.

His tongue was fucking her mouth. It was very lewd, actually, the way he was simulating sex to her face with his tongue, and the way he was coldly dominating her as she lay helpless to his attentions. Even as he kissed her, moaning her softly, hearing her mewls and whimpers absorbed by his mouth, his hand had released the clamp on her clit and was slowly dragging its way back up her body. It stroked against the soft, firm muscles of her stomach, and then across the soft, fleshy orb of her tit, before finally caressing gently against the hard nipple at the peak of it. He rubbed it lovingly, then gave it a playful pinch before he broke the kiss with Jazz, moaning very gently as his face pulled away in a wet mess.

"Quite the predicament you've gotten yourself into, my little Jazz, isn't it? And to think it was your doing that brought you to this impasse. First by handing me the damned drugs, then by trying to fuck me over." He stepped back from the table and then circled around behind her head, before strolling down the other side of the table. He avoided touching her at this point, letting her longing for it build up as she was pinned in place. He then walked down between her legs, feeling her eyes following him as he stopped them, looking down between them. With a grin, he then peeled off his shirt.

His eyes were on her as he undressed, slowly. It wasn't rushed at all, taking his time to peel his undershirt up over his head before folding it up and setting it aside. Then his pants, with the belt first, and then the buttons. An unrushed pace to let her simmer on the fact that, yes, she was about to be fucked. Raped. And to also to let the fact that she wanted it to sink in. His pants were also folded up, and then his shorts were removed. His hard cock was in evidence, pulsing, throbbing slightly, if she tilted her head up far enough to see it as she look down through her own spread legs. "For that...I am going to fuck YOU over. Quite thoroughly." His grin was pure evil as he smiled at her.

He stepped forward, letting his hands brush along the outsides of her raised up legs, wrapping around to warm caress and squeeze the tops of her thighs. He smoothly rubbed her legs, watching her face. After taking a second to savor the feel of her soft skin, and smelling the aroma wafting up from her sex, which grew wetter with each second, he smirked. "We should record this for posterity, of course. Send it to your boyfriend, perhaps?" He activated a camera that was conveniently placed behind his shoulder, as well as another back behind her that she could not see.

"Now, would you like to tell me what you need? Perhaps what a needy little slut you are?" With that, a hand dipped in between her thighs, one finger slowly, gently stroking across the outer lips of her sex.

"Very good, my little Jazz," His kiss was powerful and dominant, forcing her lips to open and accept his wet tongue. It was her fiery lust that encouraged her to kiss him back, not her receptiveness of his treatment, wasn't it? Another few tears squeezed from her eyes as he removed the clamp pinching her clit. Jazz squealed into his kiss, writhing beneath him as sharp pain hit her most sensitive area... But it almost felt good for someone even to touch her there... Just to have sensation in her begging pussy... The way he kissed her was a constant reminder that he was about to ravage his unwilling captive. More shame washed over her hazy mind... How she needed him to fuck her. how badly she wished he would make her cum.

Her shuddering body reacted forcefully as the clamp dragged along her belly, and latched briefly to her nipple, already hyper sensitive from the clamps before. The sweet pain, rippling through her and sending shocks of pleasure right to her clit. He broke the kiss, leaving little Jazz breathless and wanting.

"Quite the predicament you've gotten yourself into, my little Jazz, isn't it? And to think it was your doing that brought you to this impasse. First by handing me the damned drugs, then by trying to fuck me over."

She watched him slowly remove his clothes as her lust built, and the shame of her desire. His cock, thick and pulsing, came into view. Even as she thought upon how desperately she needed it inside her, she thought of Kerrick... He was not so big... Jazz hoped that her Mas... Dresny... would not hurt her. "For that...I am going to fuck YOU over. Quite thoroughly." He grinned as she pleaded. "Please be gentle, Sir..."

Her hips twitched as he massaged her inner thighs, so close to touching her pouting sex... A soft whimper left her lips. "We should record this for posterity, of course. Send it to your boyfriend, perhaps?" Jazz wanted to tell him how much she hated him, how she would like to kill him; but more than anything, she wished for him to touch her. The worst punishment was denying her. So she kept silent.

"Now, would you like to tell me what you need? Perhaps what a needy little slut you are?"

She felt like nothing. Like a piece of trash. His demeaning words only seemed to heat her slim frame up further, and simultaneously, her embarrassment. The moan that escaped her as his finger traced the weeping pink slit of her flower was perhaps the most wanton sound she had ever made. Her hips pressed uselessly against her restraints, in an attempt to feel him sink that digit deep inside her tight, sopping kitty. Every inch of her skin felt so very responsive and tingly, the feverish lust clouding her mind of anything but sex.

"I... I am a needy little slut..." Jazz was mortified, even as her body begged for his touch. "Please fuck me, Sir..."