Star Wars: Swords of the Force

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". . . Master . . . ." Irina stared, her heart pounding in her chest. This was bad, very very bad. A swift glance told her all she needed to know. There was no way she could take on this many armed men, and her Master, and whoever was flying that damn ship AND protect everyone. Not even with Ramza helping. The odds were too heavily against them.

She glanced at Ramza, whispering, "Whatever happens from here on, love, just follow my lead. And remember that I truly love you, more than anything." Before he could respond, she stepped forward, head high.

"As usual, Master, you leave me little choice." Her voice came out cold and hard, straddling the thin line between sneering and respectful. "I do not, and will not, beg forgiveness from you. I surrender myself and the Jedi to you, and demand the release of my sister and the safety of my parents." Projecting more confidence than she felt in her heart - and knowing that he'd never been able to read her as easily as he could other people. "Else you should have send twice as many."

 

[Armphid]

Ramza didn't like it. Not at all. The warrior in him protested at giving up without a fight, the diplomat yelled that this was not a good bargain, and he knew that whatever happened next it would mean nothing good for he and Irina. But once she made her move, he had to go along with it. "Damn it," he muttered, "Master, you were right."

He moved out from behind his cover, following Irina outside the house and down the steps to the lawn. The soldiers, at least those in the front, moved in, establishing a tight perimeter. Now that they were closer, he could see the armor wasn't actually storm trooper armor. It was similar, but older...it was Clone Wars era armor. He allowed himself a flicker of a smile. His foe wasn't as magnificent and well appointed as he seemed.

The man laughed as they drew near, "Your parents will be unharmed, my apprentice, and your sister will be released...at a time and place of MY choosing." He took a step forward, the hood of his cloak still drawn low, reaching out a gloved hand to stroke Irina's cheek. "You have made a wise decision, Darth Xeres, as I knew you would."

"Irina," Ramza corrected absently.

The hood jerked up slightly, "What?"

"Her name is Irina, I was just correcting you." Ramza gave a thin-lipped smile, "Get used to it, it'll be happening a lot in our short association."

The hood turned on Ramza, then the shoulders of the cloak started to shake. At first, Ramza was uncertain what was happening, but then, a rough, rasping, broken gravel sound rolled out over the scorched green, and he realized it was laughter. "Bold words, Jedi...despite how cowed and bent I see you already are to Lady Xeres' will. Yes, our association will be short...for soon you will be truly yourself for the first time, unshackled by illusions, and you will call me Master...as Darth Xeres does."

Ramza tried to peer into the hood, only seeing black. Maybe a hologram. "I wouldn't hold my breath, Mister...?"

The blow came suddenly and without warning, Ramza's head snapped to one side as nothing but kinetic force slammed into his face. He could feel the malice and anger radiating off of the cloaked man. "I am Darth Cynis, Dark Lord of the Sith! Do not trifle with me, Jedi!" He gestured, and the soldiers surged forward, taking hold of Ramza and roughly pulling his away from Irina. One raised the butt of his blaster rifle and brought it down hard on the young noble's temple, smashing him into unconsciousness. "...There now, Lady Xeres, we can speak without this speck interrupting us."

The shuttle that had destroyed the speeders swept in behind him, turning to land and open the bay. "Come, my dear. It is time to go home. We have much to talk about, you and I, and I must introduce you to...others."

 

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Irina had to bite her tongue and clench her fists so tightly she felt her fingernails digging into her palms. She couldn't couldn't couldn't go to Ramza, no matter how much she wanted to. She absolutely couldn't lash out at the man in front of her. She was almost powerless here, and it galled more than she had ever thought anything could. Instead, she wrapped herself in the attitude of a Sith.

"As you wish, Master." Gesturing, she lifted Ramza with the Force. "I hope you don't mind my taking this liberty, but since I was commanded," she almost choked on the word, "to bring him, I shall carry him." True, but she was also certain he'd get a far gentler trip at her hands than by any of the troops on the ground or her Master. Especially her Master.

She started towards the ship, back straight, Ramza floating in the air behind her. And she prayed that her Master wouldn't see fit to punish her for the insolence she was showing. Instead, he laughed again. "Very well, my apprentice. But you will turn over his care when we reach our destination."

"To whom?" Irina kept walking slowly, face emotionless. "And who are the others I am to meet?"

She couldn't see his face, but the amusement radiating from him was unmistakable. "Not yet, Lady Xeres. I hope I do not have to re-teach your patience and obedience, however. And after such a short time on your own." The amusement turned to a dark delight and hunger she was far too familiar with. "I recall how unpleasant you found those lessons. You would like having to repeat them even less."

"As you say, Master." Irina closed her eyes, trusting the Force to guide her up the ramp and into the bay of the shuttle. She had to find a way to get them out of this mess. But there were too many unknowns at the moment. If there were other people here, she needed to see if they were potentially usable, or needed to be neutralized. Or eliminated. This was rapidly becoming a night where she felt the need to eliminate some obstacles.

She opened her eyes, feeling another Force user on the ship. Who else would be here? Not a Jedi, and this mind felt . . . something strange was going on here. Which was confirmed when she saw another robed and hooded figure walking towards them.

"As soon as everything is secured, Master, we are ready to head back to the base. And Gnosis and Alythess managed to kill each other while we were gone." The voice was clearly female, and Irina struggled to keep her face blank. "Oh, Darth Xeres, I presume. And that must be the Jedi scum. Attractive, for one of them."

Cynis shook his head, then shrugged. "Two fools fewer, then." Turned to Irina, he gestured. "Darth Xeres, meet Darth Thalnos. One of my other apprentices."

Thalnos pulled back her hood, and Irina managed to avoid staring. The voice had been rich and sultry, but she still hadn't expected a Twi'lek. And she'd never seen an orange Twi'lek before. But the woman's lips curved into a cruel smile. "Welcome back, sister. For now, at least."

 

[Armphid]

Darth Cynis was proud of his highest ranked apprentice. She didn't show her shock or surprise at all. Darth Thalnos probably couldn't feel Xeres' shock either, but he could. They were very close in the Force, during certain parts of her training, he'd fostered a subtle one-way link. His lips curled back in a wicked smile, she was surprised. And there was a bit of hurt too.

Good. Good. It would make it easier to ensure that she had not strayed from the Dark Side.

"Darth Thalnos, secure the Jedi and then take us from this pitiful dollop of star excrement they call a planet." The orange-skinned Twi'lek nodded, "Search him for weapons or anything else that might be of aid." He paused a moment, "Strip his as well." The sensual alien moved past them, gesturing to two of the soldiers who took hold of Ramza at the knees and shoulders. "Oh, and Lady Thalnos...he is not to be spoiled in ANY way until I order it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." She smirked at Irina, then ran a hand down Ramza's unconscious face. "He's pretty...I hate pretty things...maybe we'll have to do something about that later, Lady Xeres."

"Go, child," Cynis ordered, a firm tone in his voice. Thalnos's eyes went a bit wide as she thought she may have overstepped in poking at her rival, and bowed. The left without a word, the troopers carrying Ramza after her.

The Sith Lord threw back his hood, undoing his cloak and handing it to Irina. "Now, Lady Xeres, we will go to my cabin and have a drink, and you will give me a full report on what has happened. Why you failed your mission, and why I have had to track you down to this place." Darth Cynis was tall and powerfully built, with broad shoulders, a thick body, his arms and legs almost as big around as Irina's waist. His skin was pale, unnaturally so, giving him an unhealthy look despite his obviously superb physical condition. His hair was close cropped silver, and a short, tightly controlled beard added volume to a weak chin. His eyes were unnatual, a pupil of brilliant red surrounded by an iris of jet black. "And I will tell you of Darth Thalnos, and my other apprentices, and all that has gone on in your absence...we may even speak of your sister, if your answers please me."

 

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Irina took his cloak, stifling her sudden, seething hatred. And kept her eyes facing forward, not looking over her shoulder as that . . . woman took Ramza away, after being ordered to search and strip him. No, it wouldn't do at all for them to realize any of that. So she followed Darth Cynis to his cabin.

She knew what was expected of her when they reached his chambers, and did it almost without thinking. Cloak on the hook behind the door, ice and brandy in a glass, stand at attention. He smiled slightly. "It seems you haven't forgotten everything. Now, begin your explanation."

"I failed, Master, because I was under the impression I needed to eliminate one Jedi. Not two Jedi and the Guildmaster. Perhaps had I better information when I set out, this conversation would not be taking place." Irina's face was just this side of challenging, her usual attitude when she was speaking with him. And even closer to the line now, because she was becoming more certain that she was capable on her own. She could handle him, perhaps single-handed. As long as she kept her head.

The ice in his glass clinked softly, his head nodding slowly. "Perhaps. It would be a bit much were you capable of killing all three at once. I shall have to speak harshly to my agents on Filgaia about their lack of actual information." Those eyes looked at her piercingly, and she maintained a blank face. And he chuckled. "Sit down, Lady Xeres. I understand all now. You were afraid of my wrath at your failure, needlessly. There will be minimal discipline." His voice turned sharp. "Make yourself a drink, and sit."

~ ~ ~ ~​

The ship docked three hours later on the largest craft Irina had ever seen. An old Trade Federation cruiser that looked as though it could hold a small city inside. Gods, it was going to be impossible to get out of there.

Irina sighed and adjusted her sleeves. As a mild part of her punishment, she'd been made to change into 'something more appropriate' while her Master watched. 'More appropriate' wasn't what she'd call a skintight black and red catsuit. But there was nothing she could do except change.

Cynis walked her out to the bay, his hand resting more familiarly than she liked on her lower back. "Time to get our . . . guest settled, and for you to meet the rest of your new sisters, Darth Xeres."

 

[Armphid]

Darth Cynis' hand slipped lower to just barely graze Irina's ass before he swept ahead of her. "Come, my apprentices." Footsteps sounded on the metal, and Darth Thalnos moved to stand beside Irina. She was clad in a similar catsuit, her robe left behind on the shuttle.

The Twi'lek looked at Irina, her scorn barely concealed, "It's so good to have you home, sister. We've all heard so much about you. You're the Master's favorite, even with your failure." She put a light stress on the word 'failure,' stretching it out, almost purring the word. "I do hope it hasn't jeopardized your...position, Xeres."

Behind the two women, a hover cart was pushed by one of the soldiers. Ramza was strapped to it by heavy shipping restraints pulled tight across his body. He was naked, though the thick bands gave him some coverage, and an IV was inserted into one arm. The black and red armored solders walked alongside, two at the front, two in the center, two at the rear, with another pushing it. The Jedi still moved weakly, his fingers twitching, the powerful drugs being fed into his body not enough to keep him completely under.

Cynis looked back at the soliders, "Take him to the Play Room and secure him. Make certain that the drip is not interrupted." His men were skilled and rabidly loyal, but a Jedi would make short work of them. Particularly one that Xeres had not been able to kill. "We will attend to him once all the introductions are made."

"Yes, sir," the lead trooper responded. At the end of the shuttle bay, the soldiers and the cart broke off to the right, heading down another hall while Darth Cynis marched straight ahead with his apprentices.

The three Sith eventually made their way to the bridge. As they moved along, crew members would occasionally pass, pausing in whatever they were doing to bow low until the Dark Force wielders passed. Feeling his apprentice's curiosity, Cynis spoke, "The best and most acceptable that I could cultivate from the Remnant's navy, Darth Xeres. They are well trained and know their place as lesser beings. They know who you are, and will obey you without question. Should they not do so...deal with them harshly. They are not enough to fully staff a ship of this size, so we have many droids to handle much of the basic tasks."

The doors of the elevator they were in hissed open, and Darth Cynis strode out onto the bridge. As he did so, the bridge crew, as one, rose to their feet and bowed for several moments before returning to their tasks. Two, however, came forward to meet the trio. "Here, Darth Xeres, are your sisters. My apprentices."

"Darth Alecto." The woman, a human in the same figure hugging catsuit the other apprentices wore, nodded to Irina. Her face was impassive, totally blank, and was pretty, in a broken, haunting way. She was the same height as Irina, and slender, with small, pert breasts and long legs. Her pale blue hair was short, curving inward to frame her face. Her eyes were the color of red wine and they stared, without blinking, with nothing but cold, analytical malice. In her look, there was no regard for anyone as a living thing, one could sense the woman casually thinking of cruel and torturous ways to tear them apart.

"And Darth Traya." Traya was taller than Irina by a hand, and almost as if in contrast to Alecto, had a body that was generously endowed with a woman's curves. Her hair was a light brown, more of a sandy blond, long and bound up in a high ponytail. Her eyes were an emotive green, and they flickered over Irina several times, lingering over her legs and breasts, and the smooth skin of the suit between her legs. She smiled in greeting, a kernal of lust in her sparkling eyes.

"Nice to see you, sister. A real...pleasure." Traya inclined her head. Her voice was a pleasant alto, confident and almost brash.

"Master." Alecto's voice was a soprano whisper, low but carrying, "in your absence, Alythess and Gnosis..."

"I know, Lady Alecto." Darth Cynis shrugged, "A pity, but it is the way. The weak and foolish are weeded out, and the strong remain. Evidence enough that they did not truly belong among us."

Darth Traya nodded, a smirk on her lips that was mirrored on Thalnos's face. Alecto simply tipped her head to one side, and a small, small, barely there smile graced her this lips.

Cynis walked past his apprentices, the other women lining up beside Irina, Thalnos closest, then Traya, then Alecto. "My young apprentices, you have made me proud. But we cannot rest. There is much to do to restore proper Order, the Sith Order, to the galaxy. But with you by my side," his gaze paused on each of the women in turn rather than taking them all in, "our dominance is assured." He crossed his arms behind his back, "Now...Darth Xeres has brought us a great prize. A Jedi." The two who had been left behind started a bit at that. "Yes. He knows much of our enemy, and he will tell if to us. We will wring the information from him, but we will only kill him if we have to. He would be more useful broken and serving our will then dead."

Thalnos cleared her throat, "And if...in his breaking, Master, he should die?"

"Omlettes and eggs, Lady Thalnos," came the reply. "Darth Alecto, Darth Thalnos, go to the Play Room and begin. Darth Traya, show Darth Xeres to her quarters. Answer all her questions and show her your respect. You may join us once she is settled in." He then turned his back to them, staring out the viewports at the starfield. "We will jump in one hour," he told the crew, "Make the preparations."

 

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Irina nodded her assent, but her mind was occupied. They were all strong, she could sense that. And all dangerous. As they filed out of the bridge, Irina clenched her fists. The door slid shut behind them, and she turned to Thalnos and Alecto. "Sisters," she said, her voice heavy with contempt, "if you don't mind advice, I know the Jedi well. He is strong." They walked a few more steps and she braced herself, lashing out with the Force to pin both of the others to the wall. "If you kill him during your questioning, I will ensure that both of you endure torments even our Master couldn't dream of." Her eyes gleamed, taking on a hint of red. "Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

They both looked at her steadily, and Irina increased the pressure she exerted on them, centralized on their throats and between their legs. Finally, gasping, Thalnos nodded. "Fine . . . Xeres."

Alecto glared at her, then to Irina. "If we . . . must."

Releasing them, Irina raised an eyebrow. "He is more use to us alive, and would be a fitting playmate for us all. I think only of our mutual good, sisters." The Twi'lek and blue haired human didn't look convinced, but nodded again and headed away through the labyrinth of the ship, rubbing their necks lightly.

She turned to look at Darth Traya, one eyebrow raised. "You didn't stop me."

"I didn't."

"Why?"

The taller woman shrugged, her eyes light. "You weren't attacking me, you weren't going to kill them, and I don't care for those two anyway."

They resumed their walk as Irina asked, "Why not?"

"They're both very serious. Never want to have . . . fun." Traya's eyes traveled over Irina again, and she smiled again. "It's been terribly dull, this trip."

Irina knew where this was going, and felt bad. She might enjoy the terminus of the polite fencing, but it would be an act, no question. If she didn't at least seem to be going along with the 'family,' the consequences could be dire, both for her and Ramza. "Perhaps I'll be able to provide some diversion for you, then. I like fun."

"So we've heard. Keeping company with the Jedi must have left you terribly starved for . . . release. They're all so straight-laced." Another left, two rights, and they stopped at a door. "Well, here we are. Your quarters."

Nodding, Irina gestured for the other Sith to open the door. "Please, you first. I'd hate to walk into an ambush so soon after rejoining our little family."

Traya blinked, then input a quick series of numbers in the keypad near the door, then banged on it three times. The door opened and two pseudo-Storm Troopers filed out. "Sorry, Xeres. Not my doing. Thalnos called ahead."

The door shut behind them, and Irina lounged - apparently at her ease - on the bed. "It's not a bad room, is it? Larger than I expected for a prison cell."

"What? It's not . . . ."

"Don't act like I'm a child, Traya. When you leave, the door locks and I don't leave again until the Master is sure I'm trustworthy again. I know how it goes." Reaching up, Irina undid her braid and let her hair down. "So, the question is, can I do anything that will change your mind about locking the door when you leave me?"

 

[Armphid]

Darth Traya smiled, revising her assessment of her fellow apprentice slightly. "You get right to it, Xeres. I admire that. I admire many other things about you too." She hadn't had another woman's touch in far too long. Just her Master's hands on her when it was her turn to service him...he wasn't unskilled really, but he was a man. She hated men. Clumsy, smelly, stupid things. If he wasn't so powerful, and couldn't give her power...she'd kill him in a second. Men weren't fit to rule, just to serve. When she took over the new Sith Order and conquered the galaxy, she'd make sure that was taken care of.

Traya sat on the corner of Irina's bed, her eyes undressing the other woman. She reached out to run a hand boldly down one of Irina's legs, "Mmm...you are a real woman, so beautiful." Thalnos was beautiful, but she was a total bitch, and Alecto...Alecto secretly scared Traya shitless. She'd had some fun with Gnosis, though that little piece of ass always went on about how it was for self-knowledge. Fuck that. It was to get off and ride the wave. "And so much more alive and aware of what it is to be Sith that those others. To know what you want." The hand ran up Irina's leg again, "To say what you want," reaching around to gently squeeze the other woman's ass, "and to get what you want."

"So, yes, there might be something, Xeres. Some of that fun you mentioned." She smiled again, licking her lower lip. "I can get a little forgetful after a long session with a good lover, if I've cum enough. I might even forget to do a little thing like, oh, lock a door." She tucked her legs under her, moving to her hands and knees and crawling toward Irina, placing herself over, but not touching, her newest 'sister.' "The question is...do you think you can do it? Are you woman enough to make me forget? I'm not sure you are."

~~~~~​

"Wake up."

The voice was soft, almost gentle, save that there was no emotion in it at all. A flat pronouncement without inflection or pitch. He struggled to obey, not out of want to, but because he'd been trying to wake up, trying to move for what felt like days. He felt, distantly, his muscles contract slightly and respond sluggishly.

"You gave him too much." There was an odd surge, and he recognized it, the Force. It flowed his body, sweeping his veins of the chemicals that had kept him under. "Wake up now."

Ramza's eyes blinked open, then winced closed at the brightness of the overhead lights. He felt somehow stepping back from in, cool fingers leaving the skin of his temples. Another voice reached his ears, richer, warmer, waspish, "I had to give him that much to keep him under control. Normal doses weren't enough."

"No," came the mechanical voice. Feminine, but detached and emotionless. "It would not. He is an extraordinary specimen."

The second voice laughed, "Aww, do you like him, Alecto? Maybe the Master will let you keep him as a pet."

"No. I do not like him. I do not like anything. He is merely extraordinary, that is all. He will be..****."

Well, that didn't sound good. Ramza opened his eyes again, now more accustomed to the light. For a moment, it looked better than it sounded. Standing beside him was a slight young girl, maybe a year shy of her second decade, with a willowy figure displayed by a skintight jumpsuit in black and red. Her hair was an odd blue color, though she looked human, and her eyes were a deep burgundy. Eyes that were like a doll's eyes. Lifeless, staring, unfeeling. Back behind her, leaning against a table with her arms crossed under her generous breasts was a striking Twi'lek woman. She wore a matching suit to the human girl, her vibrant orange skin standing out against the dark material. She looked at him with a simmering resentment and a sneering disgust. "You give him too much credit, Alecto. He's weak, like all of his kind."

"You flew the shuttle," Ramza said. His voice was low but with no shake or weakness in it. The two women seemed a bit surprised, both drawing back a hair, the Twi'lek getting up off the table. "Nice to meet you in person. I'd offer to shake your hands, but I seem to be a bit tied up at the moment." Shackled, actually. At the wrists, elbows, feet, and knees, by heavy, thick metal bands.

"How did yo-you were knocked out!" The Twi'lek seemed to be somehow insulted by it, her face twisting into an angry mask. "That's not possible! you couldn't have sensed me!"

"He should not be able to speak yet." Darth Alecto noted, her head tilting to one side as she observed Ramza. "Interesting. He IS extraordinary."

Thalnos scowled, "He is strong...maybe too strong to-"

"Do not forget the Master's words, or Darth Xeres." The blue haired girl had made a few notes on a datapad, and was now came to Ramza's side again with a hand-held scanner. "He is not to be killed." She passed the device over him a few times, scrutinizing the read-out.

"I'm not afraid of that bitch, if she tries, she'll regret it." Thalnos walked up to Ramza's other side, grabbing his hair and yanking his head around to face her. "Jedi scum...she gave you up, you know, to save her skin. She had you going good, I bet, you were saving her, weren't you hero? Turning her to the Light Side?" She cackled, reaching back with one arm and savagely back-handing him, "Fool! She was using you all along! This was her mission, to get us our own Jedi, and she came through."

Ramza shook his head, trying to clear the dancing spots that had appeared when she struck him. Damn woman knew how to hit. But she was lying. He was sure of it. "Nnn. If you're going to lie, start small and make it believable before you get to the big ones." He quirked an eyebrow, smiling insolently, "That's the basics of interrogation, did your Master train you at ALL before he sent you in here?" The Jedi shook his head, "You're just embarrassing yourself, acting this way. Why don't you go and get a real Sith?"

She punched him this time, once, twice, three times, across the face, before driving a knee into his stomach. "Bastard!" She spat into his face, reaching out and stabbing her nails into his chest, piercing the skin, and then raking downward to leave long, bloody trails. Ramza winced and grunted, but he didn't cry out. "I'll teach you to show proper respect to a Sith Lord!"

"That's enough, Thalnos." Darth Alecto gave the raging woman a cool look. After a silent moment of mutual glaring, Thalnos nodded, standing and stepping back.

The petite Sith moved to him, a bundle of cables that ended in caps with inch long spikes on them. She pressed a hand to his forehead, her red eyes sweeping down his naked form. Then she took one of the cables, gripping it firmly, bringing it up and thunking it down into his chest above one nipple with a meaty thump. Ramza's body jerked, a gasp escaping him. Clinically, she stabbed nine more of the cables into him at various points, then inspected each to make sure it was secure. "Good." She looked at him, "This will use electricity to stimulate your nerves and pain receptors without directly damaging your body in case we want to do things to it later."

Ramza was taken aback. Why explain it? And there was something else wrong here. "...Aren't you going to ask me any questions?"

"No." She reached out and tapped a few buttons.

Ramza's mouth fell open as red-hot agony lanced through him. His muscles twitched and spasmed as voltage forced them to contract and shift, his body thrashing on the metal platform he was bound to. The stick of ozone began to fill the air. It hurt everywhere at once! Like hot metal was stabbing every inch, every pore, every single cell in his body!

"...You can scream if you want," Alecto's calm voice came to him, though he couldn't see her for the haze of pain in his eyes, "it will not bother me or disturb my research."

 

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Lying there, looking up at Traya with a slight smile, Irina licked her own lips, sliding one hand up to stroke the woman's waist. "I did trap the Jedi, with very little effort. But he's a man, so easy to decieve." Her eyes met Traya's steadily, her fingers reaching a little farther down each time until they caressed the firm, round ass. "So I suppose the only way to know for sure is to try my best."

She lifted her head suddenly, pressing their lips together firmly. Even though it hadn't even been a day since she and Ramza -- stop thinking about him now, Irina. If she thought about him, she'd feel disgusted at herself, and if she felt that way, they'd both be dead inside an hour. What didn't change was that Traya was beautiful, and wanted her. And that this was something that needed to be done. If she couldn't get out of her room at will, any plans she might have had would crumble like dry sand.

One of her legs moved up to press lightly between Traya's legs, rubbing softly, as her other hand encircled the small waist and slid down to massage the pert ass. Deepening the kiss, Irina tightened her grip, pulling the other woman's pussy down onto her own thigh tightly, grinding against her. She felt rather than heard the taller woman's gasp, and chuckled lightly. Releasing Traya's lips, Irina looked up at her again, one eyebrow lifted slightly and lips slightly parted. "Well, do you think I might have a shot?"

Before Traya could answer, a flare of pain shot through the Force, and Irina's eyes went wide. Traya grinned and nodded. "They've started on him." Her head lowered, finding the skin at Irina's neck and licking it before pinching it lightly between her teeth. "Intoxicating, isn't it? Peripheral pain. I think you've got more than a shot, Xeres. But we'll have to see."

~ ~ ~ ~​

Darth Cynis smiled grimly as he looked out the window, watching planets pass as the specks of dust they were. Things were going quite well. Xeres had brought him a Jedi to turn and reshape in his own image. The contenders who were unaware of their contest were thinned by two, while the remaining four began their struggle for dominance. Alecto and Thalnos should be . . . ahhhhhh, there it was.

The Jedi's pain flowed into him through the Force, and he drank in the suffering, the heady agony, with a sigh. And with the added energy Xeres and Traya were already creating . . . excellent. He was almost sad to think of how there would be only one of them left in the end. It was so nice to have this mix of pleasure and sheer torment blending from two different sources. As well as several attractive young women eager to please him.

Cynis walked to the door the lead to his private chambers, locking the door behind him. Always best if playtime wasn't disturbed. Since his 'daughters' would be busy for a while, he had something to occupy himself. The Kushiban on the bed had been steadily changing color for the past month, from pure, pristine white through gray and was now charcoal black. In a few days, perhaps, she would turn totally black. The despair pouring from her was a piquant and delicious accent to the pain and pleasure threading through the Force.

He removed his robes as he walked to the bed, already erect as he reached for the female.

 

[Armphid]

Traya bit the base of Irina's neck, right where the fabric of the suit began, a bit harder, then kissed her way slowly up the gentle curve. She rolled her hips forward, grinding her pussy into her lover's thigh, and letting out a chuckling moan. "Ohh, fuck, yes. This is what I've been missing. A woman who...ooohh...knows what to do." She kisses the shorter woman fiercely, almost a brutal kiss, her lips striking more than embracing.

She leaned up off of Irina for a moment, looking down at her, lust etched in every line of her face. Her arms reached up, Traya pushing out her chest just for fun, hands untying the black ribbon that kept her hair up. She shook her head, letting it fall and settle, and whip about until it resembled almost a mane about her head. Then she smiled down at Irina, running her fingers over the woman's sensual lips, giggling as she took one into her mouth, sucking on it playfully.

Traya leaned down, feasting again on Irina's neck, licking and nipping at her pale flesh, on the other side this time. "Mmm, you taste nice, Xeres...can't wait to get more." Her hands wandered low, coming up the sides of her fellow apprentice, then sweeping around front to seize her breasts, starting to massage and joyfully maul them.

~~~~~​

Ramza's breathing was heavy, his skin slick with sweat. He grimaced as a line of fire traced down his left arm, from his shoulder to near his wrist. "Don't struggle. If you move, I might sever an artery or vein," Alecto warned in her flat voice.

He had been repositioned, the table he was strapped to now lying flat, his arms stretched out on either side, palms toward the ceiling. The electrodes were still in place on his body, the skin around them blackened and crisp. Darth Alecto was standing behind Ramza, cutting down his arm with a razor sharp scalpet. Darth Thalnos sat Indian style on a nearby table, a cheek resting on one fist, her other hand twirling her inactive lightsaber slowly. She sighed, her eyes full of annoyance.

Ramza swallowed, feeling the Force trickle into him. They weren't watching that closely, or else just weren't good at it. Even with the pain he was in, he was still able to be aware of what they were doing, what they were saying.

"Grife." Darth Thalnos sighed again, "This is boring. Why do I have to be the one keeping him from using the Force, and you get to play?"

Alecto was inserting metal hooks with long shafts into the skin of Ramza's arm on either side of the incision she'd made. "Because you always get carried away. You either knock them out in the first few minutes or kill them outright. That cannot be risked with him." A pair of hooks was set at intervals all along it. She walked back up the arm, checking the positioning, and making sure the hooks had bit deeply into the skin, but no farther. "Besides, you are not even doing your job."

"What did you say, you pale little bitch!" The aggressive Twi'lek was off the table and on her feet, lightsaber gripped tightly in one hand. "Say it fucking again!"

"He is touching the Force now." Alecto's red eyes turned to Thalnos, no reaction to the outburst in them. "I suspect he has been using it to siphon off enough of the pain so that he can continue to observe us."

Ramza shook his head, "Sithspawn." This one was observant, if nothing else. "Clever girl," he muttered.

Thalnos spat, "Bullshit! He's not reaching anything!"

"Check for yourself." The calm torturer plucked up a thin bladed skinning knife, walking back to stand behind Ramza.

"Check for my- I'll fucking check, you damn doll, and when I see that you're full of it, I'll smash your teeth down your throat!" The orange-skinned female's eyes focused, and she swore sulfurously in her native language. "He is. Son of a bitch..."

"Yes." Alecto slid the knife into the cut, edging between Ramza's muscles and his skin. He let out a choking gasp, his hand tightening into a fist, then uncurling into a hand over and over. "Please, stop him from doing that. It will interfere with my data."

"Fucking robot," Thalnos swore. She smashed into Ramza's mind with Dark Side, to scatter his effort to tap into the energy field. Only to find him 'side stepping' her attack. She swore again, renewing her efforts. Again and again she tried to pin his power down or stop it up, only to be either gracefully dodged, parried, or more than once having to draw back to avoid a mental riposte.

Alecto looked up at the Twi'lek, dots of bright scarlet blood on her pale, almost translucent skin. The alien woman was standing ramrod straight, her arms trembling, eyes narrowed so much they were almost shut, a thin sheen of sweat stood out on her brow, and her breathing was heavy. Alecto sighed, then curled back the skin of Ramza's arm, peeling it away to reveal the musculature and structures beneath.

The Jedi's back arched, and this time, he screamed. Gods, the pain! The pain and the horror! No, no, control it, control it, don't let her in. Darth Thalnos had seized the moment, reaching in to strangle his grip on the Force, but he lashed out hard with his own power-

The brutal apprentice stumbled back, her face shifting to the side as though she'd been slapped. "Bloody nass!" If it wasn't for the Master, she'd have torn this little Jedi shit's head off by now! As it was, she had to make an effort to restrain her rage. She felt a flicker in the Force, something the Jedi couldn't probably, not through what Alecto was doing to him. And Thalnos smiled. "Okay, slick, you want to feel and be aware, fine. Let me show you something. You said I was lying about Xeres. Because you believe she loves you, she cares for you. Want to know what she's doing while we fuck you up?"

Ramza shook his head, trying to focus as he felt Alecto prodding and poking at the muscles and tendons on his skinned arm. "D-didn't believe you then, I don't nn...nnnow, gah!"

Thalnos purred, "Then this won't shock you." And instead of pushing his power down, she grabbed hold and pulled, showing him what was happening between Darth Traya and Irina on the other side of the ship.

Ramza's eyes went wide as he felt, he saw, he knew. Irina, in the other woman's arms. A Sith. Like the ones here. They were smiling, giggling, kissing, touching each other. "Th-that's...that's not true. That's impossible..."

"Oh, who's lying now, Jedi?" Thalnos smirked, leaning over him. "You know this isn't an illusion, I'm not tricking you, I'm just showing you what the truth is. She duped you all along. And you feel for it like a punk."

Ramza shook his head, but...but she was there! While he was being tortured, making love to someone...a lover...someone she'd left behind? She said she had no one, but-

Suddenly, it was gone, all of his senses closed off, the Force flying away form him. He reached out for it, only to be denied. "Got him now, Alecto. Carry on."

"Good. Thank you, Thalnos." The petite woman's hands and arms were covered in red, and her face and hair were speckled with it. "Now then...without that skin in the way, we can observe exactly how the body responds to this treatment." She tapped a button on a remote, and the shock machine whirred to life, and Ramza screamed, screamed as though he were being sent asunder strand by strand.

 

[HookerBoots]

Her restraint was fraying, but she needed to hold on. Every jolt of pain Ramza felt, Irina felt, and she could barely keep herself from lashing out at Traya and fighting her way to him. She'd never been allowed to sit in on any of the Master's torture sessions, perhaps because he'd known she'd react badly to it. But this . . . she couldn't imagine what could cause this much pain. And the last bolt felt worse, somehow, as though a layer of protection he'd built up had been stripped away somehow.

But she couldn't do a thing. It galled, it made her heart bleed. But she kept a look of delighted lust on her face as Traya played with her breasts, tweaking her nipples and rubbing the soft flesh. Irina responded in kind, her hands forming to Traya's breasts before sliding to the fastenings of the catsuit and opening them slowly, one by one. It had been ages since she'd been with another woman, but it felt as familiar as though it had been yesterday. The teasing caresses, the licking and sucking, the gentle curves. And it through into stark relief how much she wished she were with Ramza instead.

Once the front of the blonde's catsuit was fully opened, Irina's hands dove inside with an almost gleeful greed, taking a double handful of her fellow Sith's generous breasts. Licking Traya's neck, Irina whispered, "Forgive me for moving fast, sister, but I wanted to feel your skin on mine." With a roguish grin, she added, "And I love feeling you ride me, Traya. I wonder how many times you'll be able to do it before you wear out."

 

[Armphid]

Traya moaned loudly as Irina's hands seized and toyed with her tits, her fellow Sith feasting on the skin of her neck, "Fuck, Xeres, if it feels like this, you can hurry all you want to." She was so good! Thank the Dark Masters! Finally, a woman on this ship who knew what she was doing! And what a woman at that!

The busty blond pulled her hands from Irina's chest to grab hold of the inner edges of her catsuit, her fingers grazing Irina's hands. With a smile, she peeled the tight fabric down and off, pulling her arms out, fully baring her chest. The garment flopped about her waist, still tight enough on the rest of her that it fell no further. "That should make it easier for yooooh...ohh, Xeres..."

She rolled her head back, eyes closed as the other woman pleasured her chest, grinding her hips harder into Irina's thigh, riding her more focefully. "Ohhh, shit, baby...you know what you're doing, I love it...so good."

Then she felt a sharp stab of pain, toppling off of Irina at the unexpected force of it. "Gah! Fuck! Damn it, Alecto!" They were really going to work on the Jedi if she could feel it this much. "That's enough of that." She rolled over on top of Irina, kissing her, as she did so, she pulled the Force in tight about them, hiding them, insulating them from it. The peripheral pain faded away to almost nothing, a minor awareness. "...mmm...better."

She pulled back, holding Irina's lower lip in her teeth for a moment, before grinning down at her. "Unlike the Master...I like to keep my vices seperate. Sex should just be about pleasure, don't you agree?"

Then she rose up again, looking down at Irina. "Aren't you hot in all that, Xeres? Why don't you get a little more comfortable?" Her hands played at the fastenings of Irina's catsuit, then ran down her chest.

~~~​

"Finally." Thalnos' lekku twitched with irritation. "I thought I was going to have to feel those two going at each other all night."

"Interesting." Alecto looked up from Ramza's left hand. It too had been skinned, and gleaming metal hoe-like intruments had pulled back muscle and tendon to let her see te bone beneath. The fingers of the hand were curled back at almost ninety degrees, all broken. "Do you find the sensation of pleasure distasteful?"

"It's not that, it's just that I don't want to feel their..." The words faded out, Ramza hearing the voices, but scarcely able to make out what they were saying.

Ramza's eyes were bloodshot, his face streaked with tears, lips bleeding from where he'd bitten them when Alecto broke his fingers. Gods, it hurt. Hurt deeply, not just his body, but deeper still, scarring in dark, secret places. Irina's betrayal made that emotional cut all the worse, left it raw and bleeding. His mind tried to tell him that she must have been forced, that she must have some kind of plan...but that wasn't what he'd seen or felt through the Force. He'd felt her pleasure, her enjoyment...

It would have been better if she'd killed him on Filgaia.

He make a chocking noise, hacking and coughing up a lump of blood and phlegm, disgusted at himself. Some Jedi he was. Captured, beaten, tricked so easily. So easily. It had felt real...it was real to him...

His Master was right. Emotion, love, was a trap. And he's run right into it. Right into it. And love wasn't going to save him. That was clear. Even if she felt it, it wasn't going to save him. She wasn't going to save him. He closed his eyes, feeling fresh agony as the discussion had apparently ended, and the slender Sith was now using some sort of spreader to open his right foot.

He'd have to do it himself. No, not himself. The Force. The Force was with him.

He focused, not able to reach the Force as Darth Thalnos quashed his every attempt, but inward. His slowed his breathing, tried to calm himself. Remember your lessons. Remember. Mind over matter. Pain is weakness leaving the body. Feel the pain, embrace it, know it, mourn it, and let it go...

 

[HookerBoots]

The last surge of pain was so intense that Irina almost cried out. But before she could do more than grimace with pain, Traya blocked it out. She wasn't sure if she should be glad or concerned. She would probably be able to think and plan more clearly what needed to be done, but she would be almost blind to what was being done to him. But she smiled lustily at Traya, running a finger down the front of her suit before undoing the fastenings slowly, teasingly.

"I agree, Traya. Nothing but pleasure." She lifted her upper body slightly, the swells of her breasts just touching the other woman's, and slid the suit down to her waist before reaching out and tugging Traya tight to her. It did feel good, having those feminine curves pressed against her, the smooth skin under her fingers.

Irina ducked her head, her lips capturing the other Sith's nipple while her fingers toyed with the other. She pulled back, her teeth holding the nipple for a second before grinning up at Traya. "I'm glad that I'm living up to your expectations. What say I try to surpass them?" With a fluid motion, she switching their positions, straddling Traya's round hips. "Of course, I'll just try, I can't promise it." Her mouth dipped again, bathing the Sith's left breast in licks and kisses, nibbling at her nipple lightly.

 

[Armphid]

Traya let out a squeal as she was thrown back on the bed by her new lover, finding herself pinned, Irina taking control. The woman was straddling her hips, legs pressing in firmly. Then her mouth fell to one of Traya's heaving breasts and the blond Sith, rolled her eyes back, "Mmm--ohhhh, Oh, Xeres...you're ahhh...right on track."

She reached up with her hands, capturing the dominant woman's tits and pinching her nipples hard, smiling up at naughtily. "Ohhh, it's been a long time, hasn't it? They're sooo, aahhh, so hard! Better be careful with those, they could cut glass." She twisted and pulled on them as Irina suckled at her teat, arching her back to push her own breasts more firmly into Irina's face.

She pushed her hips up, rubbing and grinding her crotch into Irina's, biting her lip at the pleasant jolts. "Ohh, Sithspawn, I'm so wet, baby...you've got me soaking down there..."

~~~​

Ramza grunted, his face contorting freshly as a fresh burst of agony rippled through him, even as a ripping pop sounded clearly in the small room. Pain is weakness leaving the body. Pain is weakness leaving the body. Face it, feel it, embrace it, know it, mourn it, let it go. He chanted it over and over in his mind, his head bobbing slightly to the internal rhythm.

Darth Alecto stood up, dropping the small item held in the bloody pliers into her hand. She peered at it for a few moments, rolling it in her palm. Then she set it in a steel tray with two other bloody gobbets. "Thalnos."

"What?" The sultry Twi'lek was lounging again, looking up a bit uneasily as her name was called.

"I will need to take some time to make the replacements. Take over while I craft them." The blue haired human female didn't wait for a reply, just picking up the steel tray and walking toward a workbench in one corner.

"Heh. All right." She swung her legs around, hopping to her feet. She walked over to Ramza, grinning down at him. "How do you feel now, hero? Huh? Great hope of the Republic? Not so fucking mouthy now, are you?"

His eyes opened half way, "No need," came the croaked reply from a throat dry with screaming and dehydration.

"What do you mean?"

The Jedi actually manages a grimace, unable to smile through the agony. "...you've...ahh...ah...you've embarrassed yourself enough...don't need to add anything..."

"Fucker!" A sharp slap jolted his head to one side, a wheezing laugh escaping him after a moment's silence. Another slap. Another. "Stop." Another. "Laughing!" Another. "At!" Another "ME!"

She brought her next strike down on his throat, and he chocked and gagged, gasping for air as his windpipe buckled...buckled, but did not break. "You arrogant...I am so sick of you and that...that pretty face!" She reached out, picking up a wicked looking hooked knife, the inner edge serrated. "I love destroying pretty things. Let's see you mouth off after this."

 

[HookerBoots]

"I do, do I? Let's find out," Irina whispered, fastening her lips to Traya's neck, nibbling the soft, sweet skin there. One hand traveled down the taught stomach to where the strong, smooth legs met and the heat there. Even though the material of the catsuit, she could feel the damp heat radiating from Traya's pussy. Her fingers rubbed lightly over the fabric, feeling the muted outline of the other woman's vaginal lips. "Mmm, you are very wet, aren't you?"

Her mind was working like mad, trying to figure out what to do first when she got out of the room. Find out where they were headed, find where Lizeth was - she didn't doubt for a second her sister was on this ship - and find out what was being done to Ramza. In that order, she supposed. But her hands kept massaging and stroking teasingly at the supple flesh beneath her, her mouth tasting the salty-sweet flavor of her current lover's skin.

"Traya, tell me what you want me to do. I want to hear you say it, beg for it." Irina reached up and pinned her fellow Sith's wrists over her head, her breasts brushing against Traya's. Their nipples would brush each other, and Irina's grin was wicked and lust-filled. "And then, when I'm done, I'll beg you."

 

[Armphid]

The blond's eyes fluttered rapidly when Irina started to rub her through the suit. She wiggled under the touch, pressing her hips up into it, whimpering and moaning. Great Ulm, this woman was amazing! No wonder she'd caught the Jedi! Traya was in danger of being snared herself...but she knew better. This was just a fun fuck for both of them to get something they wanted. Maybe they could have more, but it would only be that. As soon as one or the other walked out that door...

Well. Xeres might not actually have figured that out yet, but she likely had. She was sharp. But it wouldn't be long before one of the others made a move on her. Probably Thalnos, although she couldn't count Alecto out...maybe...hmm. A very interesting idea took root in the back of her mind.

Then her nipples and Irina's met, and she gasped. Time for thinking later. "Yes, Xeres," Traya said, her eyes artfully wide and "scared." She could play the cute, shy little sub. For a while anyway. "Ohh, Darth Xeres, you're so powerful and sexy...and I...I..." She made herself blush, and whispered, "I want you to touch me. To touch me without my suit in the way...I want to feel your fingers on my cunt, in my cunt, fingering and fucking my soaking pussy until I come all over them. Would you? Would you, please, Xeres?"

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina laughed lightly. "Very good, Traya. I almost believe it." She kissed the other woman, hard and hungry, then let the woman's hands loose to trail kisses and caresses down her neck and all over each breast. Then, slowly inching her way down the woman's torso, Irina tugged the snug suit down over her hips. No matter the situation, Traya was built. Shame she was into women, most men would kill for someone that looked like her in bed and willing.

But the suit came off, and Irina spent a second taking in the smooth, feminine curves. Then put her hands under Traya's thighs, lifting them and pulling the sweet, spread pussy towards her face. "And I'll finger you until you scream my name, but first . . . I think I want to taste you."

Her tongue snaked out, just touching Traya's pussy lips, then sliding up and down, tasting the musky, tangy flavor of her fellow Sith's juices. "Mmmm, very tasty." She lifted as she licked lightly, until Traya was resting on her shoulders on the soft bed. Irina looked down at her, eyes gleaming. "I want to be able to watch your tits as you wiggle for me, sister."

 

[Armphid]

Traya chuckled at Irina's compliment, then cooed as her lover worked down her body. Just the right amount of everything, pleasing, but leaving her wanting more of each touch, caress, and kiss.

She felt a surge of pride as her 'sister' took a few moments to admire her now totally nude body. She was very proud of it, after all, she'd worked hard to get it...and been pretty fortunate genetically. "Like it? It's all yours, Xeres. Ripe for the...taking." She licked her lips.

Then her hips were lifted, and she gasped. What the? This wasn't- "Xeres, what are youooooooh, my..." Her eyes rolled back at the first flickering touch of Irina's tongue, then as even more came, her head rolled slowly from side to side, "Oh, yes...please," she whimpered, in earnest now. So few were willing to do this. Which was a tragedy. She looked up at Irina as she was hoisted into position, hardly able to see her over her own tits. "L-like this, Darth Xeres," she asked in that 'little girl' voice. She wiggled her shoulders, and her firm breasts heaved and bounced.

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina could feel herself getting wet watching the generous globes bounce as she lapped at the hot, wet cunt in front of her face. It had been so long since she'd done this, it was no wonder why she felt aroused. But the guilt was heavy, feeling such pleasure being with someone who wasn't her Ramza. "Yes, Traya, just like that," she murmured, working one hand to spread the pussy lips, then wrapping her lips around Traya's clit.

The other woman moaned, and Irina chuckled lightly, another moan coming from the vibration. Changing her tactics with a final swipe of her tongue, Irina used her finger to rub Traya's clit and thrust her tongue into the other woman's pussy, feeling the muscles there tremble as she did so. "Mmmm, you're very hot for me, aren't you?" She thrust her tongue in and out, her fingers rubbing against Traya's clit, around and up and down. "So wet, and hot, and horny for me, huh?"

 

[Armphid]

Traya was swept away, giving in fully to her lust and pleasure. The thrum of Irina's laugh through her clit, made her start, her tits heaving as she did so. Her hands opened and closed, clenching and twisting the thin blanket and sheets of the bed. "Just like that," she repeated breathily, "just...ohhhh, yes, just like that..."

It was so good! And then came even better. Her eyes shot open as Irina's tongue penetrated her sex, and let out a strangled cry, her back arching, "AHHhh-" Then she fell back, breathing heavier than ever, her chest heaving as the Sith Lord's skilled fingers worked her clit, and her muscular tongue started to fuck her tight, wet, steamy pussy. "Oh, Xeres! Yes! Yes, fuck, I'm sooo hot for you! So horny and AH! So wet, so fucking juicy for you, ohhhh, Sithspawn! Yes, Xeres, ohh, please don't stop...ohh, fuck me with your tongue, fuck my dripping cunt with your mouth!"

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina didn't respond, her fingers working rapidly and her tongue thrusting into Traya's pussy, tasting the sweet, musky flavor of the other woman's juices. She could feel the tension building in the other woman, the climax approaching with a heavy, hard rhythm. And pressed her tongue deeper, her fingers working more quickly and harder. What she wanted was to have Traya so exhausted from her orgasms that she could barely walk, let alone remember to lock the door - or remember that Irina had asked her not to.

It was close, and Irina freed her spare hand to toy with the other woman's nipples, squeezing and massaging the generous flesh, hoping to push Traya over the edge. And it worked. She could feel the muscles around her tongue twitching and throbbing, could feel Traya's body tense and release, could feel the shockwaves of pleasure flooding the Force around them.

She pulled back, letting the Sith ride her orgasm out without overloading her system. As she relaxed again, sweating and panting, Irina grinned at her. "Well, Traya. That wasn't bad, for your first one. Ready for another?"

 

[Armphid]

Traya's mouth opened wide in a shrill cry that faded into a soundless scream as she came. Waves of pleasure radiated out from her core, sending her into a fit of trembling joy, her body shaking like a leaf in a windstorm. It battered her with sensual delight for a not long enough forever, then faded, leaving her breathing heavy, her gifted chest heaving. There was a fine sheen of sweat on her skin, and her eyes were bright.

She looked up at Irina as her fellow apprentice spoke, and smiled, nodding, "Yes, fuck, yes. Give me more, Xeres...please." Her hands rose to run down her chest and over her thighs, still spread wide for her lover. "I've got so much more in me." The hands ran back up, and she took a moment to pinch and twist her own nipples. "Mmmm...don't stop now, pretty."

 

[HookerBoots]

She laughed lightly, stroking Traya's pussy lips gently. "I bet you do, you sexy thing." Irina let one finger dip into the wet, grasping heat of the Sith's prone cunt, then slipped it back out. And grinned wickedly at the other woman's lust-filled gasp. "Oooh, you do have more in you, don't you?"

"Oh, Xeres . . . ." Traya spread her legs as wide as she could in the position she was in. "I fucking need it in me, please." Her eyes were lusty, and her tongue flicked out to moisten her lips.

Her fingers kept sliding up and down Traya's wet lips, occasionally pressing on her clit or just barely entering her pussy before moving on to circle slowly again. Irina continued her leisurely teasing for a few more moments, then plunged two fingers into the waiting hole in front of her. Traya groaned loudly, and Irina could feel her fingers being clenched tightly. "That's good, isn't it, Traya? You want me to finger you hard, huh?"

 

[Armphid]

Traya smiled wickedly up at her playmate. What a woman! She bit her lip, tensing the muscles of her sopping pussy around the welcome invaders of Irina's fingers. Ulm! She'd gotten herself off this morning, but it was SO much better from someone else. Especially someone who knew what they were doing.

She pushed her hips further up, her pussy rising in the air to meet the plundering hand, and let out a sighing grunt. She ran her hands up through her hair, then down, toying with her own breasts, over her stomach and thighs. "Yesss," she whimpered, then let out a strangled cry as Irina thrusted deeper, "Oh, AH!" Her feet flexed and tensed, her head starting to move back and forth, oddly as if she was denying what she was feeling.

"Yes, Xeres, Ye-ohhh, damn!" She began to pump her hips up and down, striving to meet each penetrating rush of her lover's fingers. "I want it hard! Hard, please, and fast! Ohhh, more fingerrrs! Stretch me wide fucking open, pleeease!"

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina grinned wickedly and added another finger to her ones in Traya's pussy, and started to pump them harder in and out of her. "You're so sexy when you beg so pretty, sister," she cooed, bowing her head and flicking her tongue out to touch Traya's clit. The tip of her tongue slid around the sensitive nub, drinking in the moans and whimpers the other woman made as her fingers moved faster against her.

She added a fourth finger, stretching the tight cunt even more, and twisted her hand as she pushed in and out, doubling the sensation. Her tongue pulled back and she blew lightly on it before flicking her eyes up to Traya's face. "How close are you, Traya? Are you gonna cum on my hand now too?"