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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Feb 19, 2016 21:21:02 GMT -5
Alanka had thoroughly enjoyed their first session. He was... Huge. In the best possible sense. He had an eye-watering effect, and the Mandalorian woman could think of more than a few adventurous women who'd love to take him on as a challenge. Of course none of them would be better at it than she was, Alanka was nothing if not intensely competitive. Intensely. And what was more, she'd had fun. Enarin was simple in the proper ways, he shuddered at the right spots, squirmed at others, and she was able to control him like a beast of burden. Most of all the look when she'd introduced him to a fascinating new world of anal violation... That was deeply amusing.
Oh deeply.
She'd ended the session by pouring a glass of water into his mouth, kissing him goodbye, and leaving him with a final dose of pain. And the promise to bring breakfast 'in the morning.' Of course the cell off of her quarters was devoid of any indications of time. No chronometers, no windows, no change in lighting. Absolutely nothing to suggest time or schedules. He'd lose track entirely in a day or so. Hastened along by her planned schedule. There was an inspired brilliance to it, really it was the kind of thing intelligence agencies would do.
It had been... She glanced at the chronometer. Fourteen hours. 1300 local time. For breakfast she'd plated up a small pastry, and slices of fruit. What was more, she'd carefully selected her outfits from a well-stocked closet. Presently she'd opted for classic lingerie in black. It was traditional, silk and stockings, down to the garter belt. Her hair was even combed. So when she entered through the doorway, then passed the forcefield, she was well-prepared for the jaw to drop. She moved like water rolling downhill over to the bed, and sat next to him.
Then, she draped herself casually over him and held a grape out to his mouth.
"Good morning," She added silkily.
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Post by The Conman on Feb 21, 2016 16:43:17 GMT -5
The Twi'lek had hoped, perhaps out of some sort of notion that Alanka wasn't as bad as he thought she was, that she'd untie him and let him actually sleep properly before she left...which, didn't happen. For awhile, he held out some dim hope that she'd saunter back down at some point and let him roam his...cage...but that didn't happen either. After a few hours, his body aching, partially from the bruises now welling up on his face, and partially from the awkward position he'd been stuck in for gods only knew how long, he'd considered shouting to try to get her to come and let him free. The logical portion of the Twi'lek's brain kicking in however, quickly realizing she'd probably just come down, slap him around some, then leave.
If she came at all.
Struggle as he might, there was no way to get comfortable. He could take the pressure off one portion of his body, for a bit, but it'd just make some other part hurt more. After what felt like many hours, the Twi'lek's shoulder's on fire from the strain of being stuck to the wall with his arms out to his sides, shoulder height, his knees killing him from being bent at the angle they were...his ass from Alanka's idea of fun...Somehow, he passed out.
Sleep it was not, in the technical sense. Enarin didn't dream, it was just a black abyss of unconsciousness, entirely possibly brought on by the mental stress he'd been under, his brain simply disconnecting and doing whatever it could to make sense, any kind of sense, out of what'd just transpired.
After some amount of time, the teen had no way of knowing how long, he was brought out of his "state" by Alanka's touch, and her greeting, as well as the feeling of her on top of him, something she seemed to enjoy. Enarin brought his head up, becoming acutely aware of how much his neck hurt from his chin basically being against his chest for hours on end, groaned and opened his eyes, blinking a few times. It took a few seconds for Alanka to come into focus, along with the small green thing she was holding out towards him. Instinctively his eyes meandered from her face to the rest of the well put together woman, her black lingerie contrasting with her pale skin in a way Enarin found very sexy.
In another situation, with less pain, and sunburn, he'd probably have admitted he was developing a "thing" for humans, this one in particular. If he had to be held captive in a sex dungeon, the one doing the captivating might as well be captivating herself, he thought to himself.
"Good...uh...-" He looked sidelong away from Alanka, realizing he didn't know what the hell time it was, figuring he'd just go by the fact he'd just woken up.
"-Uh...Morning, Alor." He finished, somewhat awkwardly, still a bit unsure about what was going on.
He looked around awkwardly for a moment formulating what he wanted to ask in Basic, getting a few glances at Alanka in while he did, wishing he could get untied to actually touch her body.
"W-what is?" He asked, gingerly, gesturing with his chin to the green orb thing Alanka was holding.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Feb 21, 2016 19:40:37 GMT -5
Alanka adjusted herself lengthwise, to fit neatly over Enarin, the plate of food resting immediately next to them. She smirked a little over his lack of knowledge. Who didn't know what a grape was? Well, it was not so surprising. It was a very large galaxy, and the mundane to one race was often exotic to another. On some planet a rich man was no doubt shoving away a platter of fine caviar and truffles in favor of an exotic pastry-cake filled with preservatives, the taste of which could best be described as yellow. That was life for you. Of course she'd have fun with it.
"It's called a grape," She provided. "It's a popular fruit, frequently wine is made from it. Now be silent and eat."
She gently slid it into his mouth and watched him chew.
Amazing how novel it was. Of course she'd find some other ways to dazzle him. She had a large arsenal of tricks up her sleeve, and every intention of using them to maximum effect. She imagined he was sore by this time, and she'd soon find a new and more uncomfortable position to leave him in. Maybe standing, with arms tied above him, to the ceiling perhaps. Or maybe she'd just leave him dangling somewhere. A fascinating array of possibilities paraded through her mind like soldiers on Coruscant reviewing for the Emperor. All this while he chewed peacefully like a bantha about to be ground into burger.
How very apt.
Of course after he finished his food and was still hungry, she had something else to offer. Maybe as a reward she'd let him change positions. But only if he did a good job. It was fair after all.
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Post by The Conman on Feb 22, 2016 23:58:51 GMT -5
"...Grape.." he said softly, still unsure what the thing actually was. He was vaguely aware of one of his moms, Var, making Wine at some point or another, and that it involved grapes, but he'd never really bothered asking about it.
As such, he'd never even had one, but figured he may as well eat whatever she had, hopefully it'd cooperate with a Twi'lek's gastrointestinal system, and he wouldn't wind up with explosive diarrhea. The Teen bit down on the fruit and it sort of exploded in his mouth, releasing a pleasant flavour he truly wasn't expecting. Alanka fed him a few more grapes, before switching over to bits of an Apple she'd sliced up, something Enarin was familiar with...because Momma D. After a few of slices, she switched it up again to half a Jogan fruit.
After finishing up a pastry, though still hungry, with joints on fire, and a sunburn he was convinced was bestowed upon him by Dro'vanyi, the god of excessive heats, himself, Enarin was feeling decidedly better. He'd heard horror stories about slaves of Hutts being fed bugs, or just given water for days on end...or being fed too things...Overall, so far, despite the situation, what with him being stuck to the wall as a living dildo, things really could have been worse for the young man. While he wasn't necessarily ready to start breaking into song, he was keenly aware that he was being treated pretty well for a captive, comparatively.
All that being said, his knees were on fire, his shoulders felt like they were going to ignite, and his ass was killing him from sitting on it for umpteen hours, and his feet were, he was pretty sure, numb, as the angle his legs were at was doing a pretty decent job of cutting off circulation. The teen was, however, torn, totally unsure weather or not he should even risk asking Alanka if she could let him change positions, for fear of her either; A: make things worse in some imaginative way or B: simply saying no and leaving for another indeterminate amount of time, during which it'd be entirely likely he'd piss himself...well...the cell, which he didn't want to do because she'd probably do something horrible to him...
Basically, he could either be stuck there, and just hope his body would stop hurting eventually, or ask to change positions, and risk Alanka doing something evil.
Enarin was between a rock and a crazy person.
Asking, at this point, after she'd fed him, was probably a bad idea, the teen surmised, and his limbs weren't...in awful shape...and he could hold it, hopefully...if necessary...maybe...he didn't have to pee yet, but dreaded having to ask how it'd be handled...knowing she'd probably do something to him that was painful and sucked.
"Thank-you, alor, paistry was of goodness...and graep is of taste." He said to the woman.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Feb 25, 2016 1:17:06 GMT -5
He dutifully ate everything she offered, and thanked her suitably. He was understanding the proper master/slave dichotomy well enough, but the question was whether or not he'd be up to the challenge of other duties. Very important duties. Duties that, well, she couldn't do herself with a convenient toy. It probably wasn't a difficulty for contortionists. That was a skill she'd never even tried to master, but why bother when you could force a slave into servicing you without uncomfortable bending? By far superior.
"By now your body must just ache to be held in this same position for so long, a constant pain."
It was an observation more than anything else, and she wasn't even paying attention to his reaction, which she anticipated would be a nod. He knew not to interrupt her monologue bits unless he wanted to eat fist. Or riding crop. Of course she might do such things anyway, but it was entirely to her own taste, a taste that was distinctly amorous at the moment. After all it was a rare treat, rare because there wasn't a soul on their little planet not related to her, or about to be if she read the signs between her brother and the pilot even remotely correctly. Inside this room was very much fair game though.
"I'll make a deal with you. I'll let you stand, and walk. You can even use the refresher on the wall. You can splash cool, clear water on your face. All you have to do..." Alanka Varad paused to adjust her body position and garments, so as to, for lack of a more accurate description, ride his face like a bicycle. "Is show me how much you want it."
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Post by The Conman on Feb 25, 2016 1:36:54 GMT -5
Enarin did indeed nod to the woman's question. He wasn't in good shape, having been tied up for however long he'd been tied up. Everything hurt, all he wanted to do was to get out of his binds and stretch his legs. His eyes lit up and he lifted his head up, following Alanka's monologue about the refresher and it's wonders with rapt attention, hoping she'd be letting him out and was just fucking with him to make time pass more slowly.
However, as she explained, and removed her underwear, Enarin got less and less enthused about the situation. He'd apparently have to do something to show the woman how much he wanted out, and given her seeming arbitrary nature, that wasn't something he was keen on trying to achieve. Yes, he thought, he could get himself hard again and basically sit there and get beat on while she got her...and his...rocks off, but he wasn't really sure that was showing her much of anything. For a few seconds, while she fidgited and got her undergarments off, he was left wondering what she'd meant.
That, however, was but a few seconds, and it became very obvious what the woman wanted, when she put her lady bits, and a good deal of her weight, squarely on Enarin's face after pushing it back so he was looking up. He could see the bottom of her bra, and those eyes looking down at him, hair cascading around her head and shoulders like a waterfall. The teen's expression a mix of surprise and confusion, knowing what she wanted him to do, but not quite how to actually do it.
He'd never had to...as his buddies put it...tongue punch the box, so to speak.
After a few seconds of them looking at each other, Enarin figured he should at least try, and opened his mouth, only to be greeted by a flavour he'd recount later in his life to a dark-skinned lover as similar to eating a handful of pennies. Not...unpleasant, just unexpected, and it caused a momentary recoil while he reconciled the taste with the bodypart he was currently involved with. The Twi'lek, for a moment, thought about what he'd expected, and didn't really come up with anything, deciding to not dally any further and do his best to give Alanka what she obviously wanted from him.
Try he did, that much was obvious, he found his target pretty quickly, and did his best to use his tongue to get the woman off, even getting a moan or two in the process, figuring that whatever he'd done to elicit the response was what he should keep doing and soldiered on. His face was quickly soaked, by her or his own slobber from his inexperience the teen wasn't sure, but he used his tongue in ways he'd never thought of before to get that sweet, sweet refresher. Despite the fact it was now tired ( Enarin didn't even know a tongue could get tired...), and it hurt to continue, the Teen kept trying, looking up every now and then to see either Alanka looking at something else or down at him with an unreadable expression.
Eventually, mercifully to his tongue, he heard a sigh from above him and looked up, acutely aware he'd probably not shown Alanka how much he'd wanted it....
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Feb 26, 2016 23:54:20 GMT -5
The art of summarizing events lies chiefly in knowing which parts are important enough to recall, which details minor enough to waive, and which particular bits of dialog were the juiciest and most quotable. Or, alternately, to paraphrase the important bits. This is what happened in the cell during that particularly day. Alanka would later recall it as compensation for how excellent his endowment was that he had a useless mouth. A mouth with a tongue that couldn't lick an ice cream cone properly. It was offensive to Alanka, who prided herself on being able to make a popsicle orgasm.
Her solution had been to flip him over face-down onto the bed, and to sprawl out over his back and finish the chore of climaxing by her own devices. That she did it loudly and directly over him was intended one part as tease, one part as punishment. Of course the sharp heels she'd worn had also punctuated that point of her goal on his back. Afterward she'd made him 'clean up' carefully while crawling about on a leash, and only then had she shackled him over the refresher unit to let the not-so-proverbial chips fall where they may.
The dark-haired woman herself had gone off for a shower and a cup of caf, and the peaceful quiet she'd been enjoying had been broken by a three-way debate over how she couldn't simply keep him forever. She had, to her own annoyance replied with the predictable and creatively bankrupt insistence that she could indeed, but it had been brokered neatly into the promise of one week and 2/3 of any ransom going directly to her pockets. Of course she had some other plans for him as well in that week. They were shelved though for a session with a punching bag to blow off steam, a little research into custom dildos, and then finally shortly before bed she came in to bring him 'lunch.'
Lunch was a piece of luncheon meat, rather sad-looking at that, with sauce, on slightly stale bread. It was the distinct meal of losers.
The point, she trusted, was clear. The mouth wouldn't have a good time if it didn't GIVE a good time.
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Post by The Conman on Mar 3, 2016 0:30:03 GMT -5
Enarin's...he guessed afternoon was going somewhat worse than he'd initially thought. After his..debacle with Alanka earlier, and the humiliation that entailed, she'd led him around like an animal on a leash ( whacked him a couple of times to get it through he should crawl ) to the refresher. The young man wasn't quite sure how to respond to any of this, he was embarrassed as hell, he'd never "failed" in bed, never knew what it felt like, until, well, that moment.
He didn't put up any resistance when Alanka strung him up over the toilet, thankful he'd been allowed to even use it, after his failure prior. Enarin had fully expected the woman to just leave him where he was to suffer until she'd decided he'd had enough. He thanked her profusely, eliciting no real response as she left, the Teen praising whatever gods he hoped were listening as he unloaded his business on the poor toilet sitting beneath him. Through some mathematical absurdity, Enarin managed to hit the target with everything, and avoided the splashes.
Alanka had strung Enarin up with his arms above his head, through a leather strap to a chain. She'd done it in such a way that he had to stand on his toes, or hang by his arms, which were above his head and, if he did, made it difficult to breathe. After about a half an hour, he was beginning to sweat, his feet and ankles beginning to burn, and being somewhat out of breath. His arms weren't doing so well either, his shoulders were already in rough shape from being strung up how he was for as long as he was earlier, now up over his head.
After a few hours, he was grunting every now and then, his calves on fire, ankles feeling like he was standing on burning coals. Sweat was dripping off the teen like he'd been running a marathon. That added to the number Alanka'd done to his back during her...release...coupled with his sunburn, and, he was of the mind that basically everything hurt.
The teen was acutely aware of why he was in the situation he was in, he'd failed to live up to Alanka's expectations, and had gone over what he'd done in his head time and time again, trying to figure out how to do it better the next time and not raise the woman's ire. Hopefully she'd give him some pointers, though, to make it more likely he'd succeed. The teen hoped her desire for physical pleasure would somehow override her desire to see him suffer.
He had his head back, panting, trying to catch his breath, when he heard the woman walking towards the refresher. The teen turned his head, and saw her enter with a sandwitch of some form.
All he could get out, breathlessly, was "Alor."
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Mar 3, 2016 22:45:56 GMT -5
The truth was that Alanka hadn't left him hanging there for one minute over four hours. Luckily with her irregular visits bearing food, she could create illusions time was flowing in various ways. She checked off various meals. The last had been 'breakfast', at 0200. Now 0600, she'd taken care to prepare a very nice roast beef sandwich, with appropriate condiments, and storybook quality apple. What was more, she'd brought a bottle of wine. And two glasses. She set them gently on a side table by the bed, and she eyed him precisely where she'd left him.
She was in her armor this time. She was usually in 'day' times.
Nothing, in Alanka's experience, was quite so effective as abrupt tactical changes. Show cruelty sometimes. Show kindness sometimes. Starved for any other contact, the kindness mattered all the more. Oh he'd be eating out of her hand like a docile little canary.
She undid the bonds around his hands, and knowing he wasn't going to be in any shape to stand on his own, she let him collapse onto her. She hugged him to her armored breast, one arm looped around him and the other gently resting on his head. She carried his weight all the way to the bed, and laid him on it, so that his head rested on her lap. She stroked his lekku very soothingly, and placed the sandwich before him. He was probably bewildered, exhausted. Malleable putty for her deft hands. She smiled thinly.
"You must be tired my little one, rest here with me. Tell me all about your home."
She softly poured a glass of wine for each of them.
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Post by The Conman on Mar 7, 2016 1:20:25 GMT -5
Enarin wasn't quite sure what to do with the situation.
Alanka'd taken him down, and was being...nice. It was a bit scary, to the young man, she'd been pretty hard core, then suddenly, he's laying with his head in her lap and she's stroking his lekku. Not that he was about to complain about that, the woman knew what she was doing, and it was having a calming effect...though the sandwich she'd placed in front of him and the possibility of food, was having a similar effect. He was thankful she'd basically carried him to the cell, though. Since he'd laid down Enarin had curled his legs up. Over the past few minutes he'd gone from the most uncomfortable he'd ever been, to probably the most comfy he'd ever been.
Both situations, he was well aware, were Alanka's doing.
The young man reached his hand out toward the sandwich, looking up at Alanka and receiving a nod, not wanting to draw her ire. He picked it up, and drew it close to him, the smell wafting towards his nose. He couldn't identify the meat, but he could tell some of the condiments, and it smelled good. It was around this point that Alanka asked her question about his home, causing him to look up at her for a moment, sort of bewildered. He'd never been asked about his home by...anybody. Everybody he knew lived like he did, on a ship.
"I...Uh...home is of....ahh...ship? I of living with Boska, we are of livings in ship...is nice, of guessings. Of being use to noises of ships, shakings, is strange when not going." Enarin rambled, a bit.
He took a bite of the sandwich, letting out an "mmm", before finishing his bite. Though he couldn't identify the meat, it tasted pretty good to him and something like the bantha roast Var would make every year for the 'Hasa. Whatever it was, he needed to figure out how to get some if he ever...managed to get out of wherever he was.
Enarin looked back up at Alanka.
"Lots of home to tell, what you of knowings?" Enarin asked, hoping Alanka could narrow down the question somewhat.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Mar 8, 2016 23:59:30 GMT -5
Alanka moved one arm to his chest, and continued to stroke him gently, in surprisingly platonic fashion. She was still sometimes surprised how Twi'leks had no hair. She tended to prefer some to run her fingers through, to idly toy with. But she could certainly make do. A body was a body, and most parts of this were just fine. Others were exceptional. All in all he was a good specimen, and an enjoyable little slave. She was enjoying him. Oh she could drag it out forever if she felt inclined to it, but he had an expiration date and couldn't be treated too very badly. No he was earmarked for freedom.
Freedom at a small cost for the sake of convenience. They weren't running a charity.
"My little darling," She said, calling him 'darling' in Mando'a, "You could tell me about your family, the ones who care for you, who miss you."
If he blubbered about the whole thing there was a good chance she'd take the opportunity and run with it, licking up his deliciously salty tears and submitting him to the school of 'tough love', which revolved heavily around whips and anal penetration. However if reasonably stoic she had a fair mind to play it soft, tender, and to get a little closer to him. Also maybe to find some more uses for his physicality. In particular she was resolving that she needed a mold of his manhood. It was the sort to provide many future intimate moments if preserved for posterity.
It'd be a crime to let that pass.
"Surely someone must be waiting. A sweetheart? A mother? A father?"
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Post by The Conman on Mar 9, 2016 0:28:00 GMT -5
Enarin had taken a few more bites of the rapidly dwindling sandwich as Alanka spoke, getting more comfortable with her being kind to him. The young man wasn't under any illusions, it wouldn't last, he figured, but he'd do his best to keep her in a good mood. She had, after all, taken him down and fed him a delicious sandwich, and was being nice to him, the least he could do was try to answer her questions as best he could, the twi'lek figured. He'd already told her everything he knew about the wheres and whys, it was obvious she wasn't interested in tactical information, just him.
The young Twi'lek smirked at the mention of a father. He'd been told long ago that his mother had zero idea who he actually was, but figured he was "a very attractive, very orange, local from a grancha hasa who had free Ecstasy." Enarin looked up at the woman.
"Heh...no of fatherings...Mothers, yea, waitings of home...of probably losing mind." He said, figuring he should probably elaborate, based on the woman's expression.
"I...of having mother, ah...two times? No...not sense..." Enarin muttered, his basic failing him.
Truth be told, Enarin wasn't really messed up about missing them, he saw "the fam" mostly in passing, going to work, coming home after everybody was asleep and eating the leftovers. His job kept him away, mostly, and he was quite sure that Donnie was probably mustering everybody she could, calling in every favour, to try to find him. Weather they'd be successful was another story, but if he knew his mother, and he did pretty well, once she'd set her mind to something it was pretty difficult to dislodge it from her head. The Teen was running on the hope she'd gotten finding him lodged between her cones, basically.
"Ah...Two mom? Of knowing?...One is probably in corner, crying, other all of finding me." He finished with a laugh, taking the last bite of his sandwich, and a sip of the wine, thinking about the "sweetheart" question.
Teryn...didn't really count...her boobs had been the reason he was in the predicament he'd found himself in in the first place. The man just wanted to get laid.
"No...ah...sweetiehearting, Of warkings on this, was I, Then you...Pch-ew" He made a gun shape with his finger and pointed it at the gash just beside his right eye where she'd stunned him, realizing he'd been cockblocked by Alanka.
"Gettings home...will try of finding, she was of nice smell." He finished, taking another sip of the wine, enjoying it.
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