Banthas and Bounties

[Louise]

So they were on a similar wavelength.

She didn't scold him for so obviously leering at the petite figure that was so poorly hidden beneath, after all, had Evelynn not wanted to be looked at she would have kept the furs on. Another large swallow of the potent concoction. Oh, it was like fire dressed up as ice. How apt. The very notion made the woman smirk to herself, briefly glancing into her tin as she did so.

Was it morally questionably to take advantage of the man's vices?

Well of course it was, but when your hobbies involve a dungeon, some chains and a host of macabre tools then using sex as a weapon was hardly a major offence now was it?

The reigning Queen of the dramatic pause let his last question linger in the air for a moment. Her eyes studied his, almost as if she were searching Laith's very soul. Yes, I do. It was a soft whisper in his mind, still capable of causing chills but perhaps in the heat of the moment he would no longer notice. The mute tipped the tin to her mouth once more, this time finishing the rest of the beverage in one fell swoop. A quick grimace indicated that this was not the most pleasant sensation.

But never mind that, with the ice blaster finished her smirk became predatory, there were no motives hidden here as those pearly whites were ever-so-slightly bared.

Would you like to hurt me, Laith?

[member="Ermac Laith"]

 

[Laith Varad*]

...taking advantage of his vices would have been a little more difficult if Laith didn't seem to be falling into Evelynn's -trap- so willingly but maybe his own arrogance made him believe that he was in complete control and that he was one the one playing her. Maybe they were even playing one another. Hell. Laith would watch Evelynn when she looked into the tin she drank from, she was taking a long time to respond to him and earning her title as Queen of the Dramatic Pause after that, but eventually the Mercenary would hear the subtle whisper of her voice in his mind...

...her voice was soft inside his head yet a small chill still remained whenever he heard her speaking inside of his mind. It was like an echo that would resound over several moments before fading into the background only to be replaced by another when she spoke to him again. Once he'd heard her admit that she wanted him to hurt her he'd have smiled, faintly, before raising his tin to his mouth and finishing the last of his own ice blaster much the same as she did. As he lowered the tin he would hear her voice, deep inside of his mind, again and it caused him to meet her gaze very openly while he set his tin down before moving closer to her...

...well within arms reach of her as she offered her predatory smirk, those pearly whites of hers showing just a bit, Laith would have reached out and pressed his hand over her shoulder. He hadn't answered het yet. Using his hand he'd make to slide the silks she wore down over her shoulder so that he could see more of her, well anything his imagination might not have been able to drink in anyways, before it drew back around to rest against that same shoulder near the side of her neck. Unless of course Evelynn didn't allow it...

..."Yes. I would."...he'd have admit then. Openly and without hesitation when he decided to speak. He didn't wait for permission though. Lifting the arm he hadn't sought to set across Evelynn's shoulder he'd whip it out to backhand her hard across the mouth intent on driving those hard knuckles against the side of her face and dashing her down and away. She was so petite and small after all and he was rather large; larger still in the bulk of armor he wore. He certainly wasn't shy about hitting her but then she'd admit to wanting to be hurt. All good things begin somewhere and they had a long time to be alone together...​

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[member="Evelynn Zambrano"]​

 

[Louise]

She allowed him to brush aside the silks, the private confines of the Mandalorian's ship not really the place to be coy, nor did she want to be. This was not a meeting with dignitaries, nor was it a conference with Fringe council members so there was absolutely no need for modesty. In fact this was all about pleasure, (and perhaps a little bit about being in custody, but never mind that).

He might have noticed the sheer amount of scars that her torso held, the thin sheen of silk hiding those silver lines of pain and pleasure. It wouldn't have been much of a surprise given what Evelynn had told him but some of those old wounds looked lethal. That one across her throat in particular, the one that had rendered her mute.

Then came the strike.

Far from the gentleman that had been on display so far his knuckles collided with her mouth, sending her frail form spiraling down towards the floor.

Immediately there came the taste of copper in her mouth, the strike had been so fierce that it had cut her lip, good. She had no qualms with a little bit of bloodshed, or rather, quite a bit of bloodshed. The Silent Sister, onto her hands and knees smirked as a single droplet of blood kissed the cold unforgiving floor. Did you like that? Slowly she returned to her feet, standing before him, just as bold as before.

More.

[member="Ermac Laith"]

 

[Laith Varad*]

...before he'd delivered that powerful strike to her Laith would have seen all those scars that covered her body. Impressive that a girl as small as Evelynn could have so many wounds set across her ranging from what he would have considered the relatively minor to those that were utterly lethal just like the one that was apparent across her neck. There was something about it that was attractive as much as it was terrifying. Despite everything that Evelynn had told him seeing was believing and he was a believer after seeing what was under the thin layer of silk that she'd been covering herself with...

...when she was down on her hands and knees Laith would have tipped his head so that he could watch her, see a bit of blood come from her split lip, and notice the smirk that she gave him before her voice invaded his mind again. He was beyond shivering now or at least he thought so as he watched Evelynn climbing back to her feet..."I did."...he replied, his voice collective when he admitted as much, but when her voice erupted inside of his head again he almost reeled backwards...

...up until now Evelynn's voice hadn't been so loud when he heard it but just then it exploded inside if his head and caused him to react with a bit of surprise. She demanded more and she would have it. Outstretching his right hand in a quick motion Laith would reach out to lock it around Evelynn's throat and then he would tense the muscles lining his arm, the synthetic muscle grafted to him would harden, and in a grandiose display of strength he would have begun to lift Evelynn off her feet. He was incredibly strong that much was certain. There were certain force users renowned for using their powers to choke and kill their victims but Laith had often wondered if that could ever replace what it must feel like to have a real hand fixed around your neck and choking the life out of you...

...he'd have held Evelynn there, unless she did something to stop him, and looked at her as he squeezed his hand around her neck while her feet were left dangling off the floor. Then, when he felt she'd had enough, he'd have flung her back down onto the floor of the starship save this time he wasn't content to merely let her rise back up. He'd stand over her, sliding one of his heavy booted feet towards her, and then crush his foot down towards one of her hands where he'd grind it towards the floor of the ship. Eying her as he did this he'd have mirrored her last question to him after a fashion..."Do you like this?"...he wasn't a torturer, he likely knew only a fraction of the ways Evelynn could inflict pain, but as far as blunt force injury went Laith had learned well being a mercenary and crushing his foot downwards the pressure would surely threaten to snap Evelynn's fingers like sticks...

...the strange thing was he sort of enjoyed this, a lot more than he should have anyways, though he may not have realized it himself...​

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[member="Evelynn Zambrano"]​

 

[Louise]

Round the throat.

Animalistic. Tighter, tighter. A slow pressure building up in the face as her cheeks began to redden slightly. The thrill, exhilaration. He was her constrictor, her beast. The observation was correct, a force choke had nothing on the extremely raw sensation of real human contract. The longer she was held there the more that pressure built up, entire face now a glorious mask of crimson. Her hands moved up to grab a hold of his wrist. Riding the edge of death and danger.

Granite eyes bored into his. Hungry. Wanting.

More.

Without prompt he threw her to the ground and immediately followed up with the boot upon her hand. A question was posed.

Like it? I love it.

The woman winced upon the ground as his heavy foot applied pressure too great for her feeble digits to withstand. Bones began to break and give.

I live for it.

It had not always been this way, Evelynn used to be normal, she used to react like any other to such horrific stimulus, with fear and apprehension. Pain was a warning. Pain was not pleasure. But along came the galaxy so cruel, so unforgiving and it twisted the unfortunate girl, leaving us with the abhorrent creature set before us upon the floor today.

I need it.

[member="Ermac Laith"]

 

[Laith Varad*]

...astounding might be the wrong description for what was happening now. Unnerving might be a better description. Even with his heavy boot planted firmly onto Evelynn's hand Laith would have been slightly unsettled by the voice he heard echoing through the back of his mind, across his head, urging him onwards. When Laith responded it was in the affirmative and if Evelynn did nothing to stop him he would actually crush his boot down onto her dainty little hand until the bones snapped like twigs and were ground into the floor of the starship they both occupied now. He'd lift his boot off her hand afterwards and just look down at her with a mixture of surprise and appreciation then; Evelynn could take it better than a lot of the soldiers that he'd met throughout his life and Laith could really respect that even though he had to admit he kind of enjoyed all of this too...

..."You're one odd woman you know that."...he didn't pity her but he told her as much while she was down there on the ground before reaching out to take her by the hair. Laith wasn't gentle, he'd grip her by the hair tightly, when he had her by the hair he'd rip her up so that she was sitting and drag her back to the chair that she'd been in before this started before leaving her to slump against it. He definitely was starting to understand a bit more but even the Mercenary had questions...

...Did Evelynn want this? Not just the pain but the humiliation and torture of being used by the man who'd captured her? It would be psychological as much as physical. It would hurt her in ways most people wouldn't get off on...

...Laith wasn't a savage but if this was going to happen he might as well enjoy it to the fullest. Tilting his head while he looked down at Evelynn he'd have reached out to cup her underneath the chin with one of his large hands, then he'd tilt her head up so that he could make sure she was looking at him, before he said..."If you love it then we shouldn't stop Evelynn."...as he drew his hand away from her chin she'd be able to see him curling it into a heavy fist. Like he'd already admit to himself Laith was no torturer compared to what Evelynn could probably do but he knew how to hurt someone and how to take what he wanted...

...when his fist was curled he'd bringing it back around to drive it into the side of Evelynn's mouth, just like he would if he was interrogating someone and wanted answers, the blow might have been strong enough to knock out a few of the girls teeth but would have almost definitely rattled them at least. Anyways that was just the half of it. He'd already slid the thin silken layer she was wearing down over one shoulder might as well rip it off her completely and that's pretty much what he intended to do when his hands reached for her again...​

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[member="Evelynn Zambrano"]​

 

[Louise]

Beneath the wretched snapped and broken fingers the woman smiled up at him, it was pleasant, serene. Pain was her playground, her chamber of meditation as well as her bed of sin. Odd? The very word brought her mirth. As she was dragged from the floor the mute hissed into his mind once more. I've been called a great many things, Laith. She laughed, telepathically of course. But odd is not one of them.

There remained questions in the air.

Why?

Why did Evelynn crave this? Why would the woman, why would anybody ask for this?

Simple. She was broken. The mute may have functioned in the mundane, walking, eating, sleeping but in interaction it was another story. Evelynn was a story of great woe, of trial after tribulation after torture and it never seemed to be ending. Whether the girl was good, whether she was bad mattered not. Karma had no hand in this game. Where the Silent Sister went, pain followed.

Her mind adapted, expected it and even began to crave it. Pain had broken the girl, made her dependant. The greatest drug of all. Her granite eyes looked into his.

Don't stop.

The fist collided with her cheek with an impressive amount of brutality, and as predicted it was enough to actively knock out a couple of molars. The blow sent not only her head snapping to the side but her entire being. She was not a woman of mass, nor of muscle. Joy filled her core, and crimson filled her mouth. As he tore the garments from her body Evelynn spat out the two teeth that now rattled around freely.

Never stop.

The mute's body was frail and ghastly. More scars. Her body a canvas for these perverted desires. A bloody smirk, eyes searching for his soul.

T A K E M E L A I T H.

[member="Ermac Laith"]

 

[Laith Varad*]

...Laith wasn't damaged, he'd seen his share of things on the battlefield as a mercenary but nothing like Evelynn had, he could be hard and cruel and act with brutality but he wasn't damaged. Evelynn would likely be an enigma to a man like him as long as he hadn't suffered all the same things that she had however deep inside he couldn't deny that he was enjoying himself, he liked hearing her voice inside of his mind egging him on, and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of her had seeded itself inside of him while she spoke to his mind. Delivering that blow to the side of Evelynn's face amidst her telepathic cries for him not to stop seemed almost like a chorus of music that he could lose himself in then came the rest...

...he'd ripped that thin silken dress right off of her revealing the portrait of scars that riddled her malnourished and ghoulish looking body. Her skin was like a picture that had ever been done to her or that she had ever had done to her. Somehow he wasn't dissuaded by the sight of something most would have considered gruesome though. Laith looked at her, hesitantly like he wasn't sure she would be able to handle what he would do to her, then her voice exploded in his mind and caused him to physically jolt as she yelled at him to take her in what almost sounded like as much a command as a plea...

...taking her by her frail, prominently obvious, hips Laith would have matched her gaze and offered a grunt in response before he flipped Evelynn onto her front like she was a piece of meat and showed himself to her backside. When he touched her it was hard, rough, and not at all considerate to her as one might expect when they usually engaged in these types of activities but then he didn't think Evelynn would have wanted it that way. Laying a hand across the back of her head Laith would ensure that Evelynn's nose, her mouth, was sandwiched against the fllor while he undressed himself of his armor piece by piece until nothing was left. She'd hear it all of course but he wouldn't let her see it. He was treating her like she was nothing, like she was an animal...

...the armor fell to the floor and Evelynn would feel it. Skin against skin soon afterwards. Laith's body was hard and toned with muscle but also scarred in its own way. He was a rugged man. Without being able to look back Evelynn would still hear what sounded like metal only monetarily before Laith leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, and assured her..."Don't worry; I won't be soft."...then he'd use his freehand to loop a monofilament cord around Evelynn's neck before ripping it backwards. The cord would be like a fine, thin, length of steel digging into Evelynn's throat hard enough to begin breaking the skin there and choke her just a little bit...

...and then he'd take her, it was all rather unceremoniously done and it wouldn't have been quick, Evelynn would need to endure and enjoy herself which Laith imagined by now only she could do...​

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[member="Evelynn Zambrano"]​

 

[Louise]

The woman was manhandled.

There was no other way to describe it as the Mandalorian almost threw her onto her front. This was where this renowned physicality of his people would really come into play. The three Bs. Barbaric. Brutal. Bestial. Oh, but they didn't call her the Master of Beasts for nothing. Hands, rough and calloused kneaded sallow flesh with no concern for bruising.

A bloody smiled played upon those sharp features as he ground her face into the unforgiving floor.

Anticipation built as Laith methodically stripped himself of his armour. Of course, she couldn't see any of this happening as he denied the waif any and all sight of him. A nice touch that sent Evelynn's heart racing somewhat. The wretched creature, so perverted, so submissive. No longer a woman, but a warped and wanton monstrosity that egged the man on through his most base desires.

True to his word a cord found itself wrapped around the mute's already scarred throat. Good. He pulled back, producing a ragged gargle from her throat and the small wire found itself digging into flesh only slightly, even drawing a touch of crimson in some areas. The flow of blood and oxygen to her brain was lessened, causing a pressure to build up in her face, a slight tingling erupted upon her forehead.

This, this was simply build up and that pleased her in ways words could not express.

Time became lost to the woman as pain and pleasure intertwined in a dance so raw and so human that it sent the Silent Sister's mind spinning with delight. The sheer strain of the brute sent her into spasm, the nails of her unbroken hand clawing and splintering upon the unforgiving floor.

Breathing became laboured, heavy. That cord dug deeper. Trickles of crimson. Back arched. Body aching, convulsing. Face turning a deeper shade of red. Every breath taken more difficult than the last.

I want you, I need you. I want You, I neEd you. I WAnT yOu i NEEd YOu. IWAnT you iNeEdYOu I W A n T YO U. I W A N T Y O U N E E E D. N E E D. N E E D. N E E D N E E D.

She endured, she enjoyed, and as a result was left exhausted upon the floor, her abused and malnourished form left slick with sweat and agony, body and mind craving oxygen, throat aching and parched from the constriction.

Drink.

[member="Ermac Laith"]

 

[Laith Varad*]

...their activities were punctuated by long and vigorous periods of time that took them both from one moment to the next and then the starship would have finally come out of hyperspace once Laith had finished. It had been hours, literally. Laith stood up, leaving Evelynn on the floor, and replaced what looked like a basic tunic that he wore underneath his armor onto himself however he hadn't done the same with his armor believing that Evelynn wouldn't try to fight him. Especially not now that they were so close to Mandalore. The Astrometric Droid had beeped out a message over the intercom causing the Mercenary to grunt and he would move away from Evelynn...

...he'd heard what she's said inside his mind of course, there was no missing it, and returning to her shortly after having left Laith held two cups of what looked like water. He wouldn't offer Evelynn one of them though. Instead Laith looked at her and tipping one of the cups would have snapped his wrist so that he could toss its contents onto Evelynn while watching her in a further act that bordered on a kind of abuse. Gazing down at her he'd remind Evelynn that..."You're not a Queen right now."...she had been when she got onto this ship of her own free will but in a sense that had been taken away from her by the man now standing over her who went on to raise his cup to his mouth and sate himself slowly. Laith didn't drink much but it was enough to satisfy the thirst that had built up and there was still plenty of water left over after he'd satisfied his own needs...

...reaching out he'd offer Evelynn the cup he'd just drank from on the condition that she..."Ask for it nicely."...and hold it out so that she could take it from his hand. This time he'd show just a little bit more regard for Evelynn as long as she did as he'd told her. Allowing her to take the water Laith would have remained looming over her, looking down at the waif of a girl with the scarred and brutalized body, before he went on to tell her..."We've arrived at Mandalore, Evelynn."...which meant there time together was drawing to an end..."I imagine I won't see you again for a long time if ever. Perhaps the Field Marshalls will show some mercy."...he was being paid so beyond their designs that he should retrieve members of the Sith he knew very little about what happened next. Nor had Laith ever cared to ask...​

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[member="Evelynn"]​

 

[Louise]

As the Mandalorian shifted up onto his feet the woman remained gathering her mind, body and soul after their marathon of pleasure. So often after exploits such as these the woman felt delicate, left with wavering legs made of glass, ready to shatter at a moment's notice. So there was never a better time to catch one's breathe, especially since it had been choked right out of her.

The Silent Sister did however roll over onto her back, taking the time to at the very least sit up and cradle her pulverised hand which had become a symphony of blues, reds and purples, swelling to a phenomenal size.

He returned, and while she had expected a drink Evelynn instead received a face full of cool liquid. Refreshing, but not in the way she had wanted. Laith had taken to his role with vigour, reminding the blonde of her place upon his vessel. Oh, but if she asked nicely In response she cocked en eyebrow at him, surprised by the blatant humiliation.

Please, Laith...

Rather gratefully she took the cup with her good hand, gulping down the liquid greedily in an effort to satisfy that thirst, everything in excess, that's the proper Sith way.

Do you have anything I can wear?

The prospect of being paraded across Mandalore naked and vulnerable was somewhat horrifying. Of course, the sight of her malnourished and abused form might have garnered a certain amount of pity that would have stayed the hand of execution. Two sides to every coin, but what mattered was that it was Laith's coin to flip.

Perhaps. Perhaps not, but I'm certain that I shall not be leaving your memory so soon, Laith.

[member="Ermac Laith"]

 

[Laith Varad*]

...she was playing by his rules now, asking nicely as he impressed his position over her while she was on his ship, and he watched, silently, while she drank the water before the voice in his mind asked if he had anything for her to wear. Briefly Laith considered her request, he wasn't without his own thoughts after all, but he would have eventually nodded and told her..."Yes, I do."...however it may not have been exactly what she had in mind when it came to a formal attire meant to spare her humiliation. Arguably Laith may have thought the same as Evelynn and considered that looking at her malnourished and scarred body the Field Marshal's and those who would decide her fate would show her some mercy after taking a long, hard, look at her...

...Laith moved towards her, traversing the small distance that had separated the both of them, before reaching out to set his right hand against the side of Evelynn's face. He'd use his thumb to trace against the contour of her jaw while he looked at her lost somewhere in between a hard demeanor and an odd sense of desire that she'd brought out in him. It felt strange to him but maybe she had influenced him more than he cared to admit. Nonetheless Laith continued to play his role as a captor excellently..."Wear those."...a cant of the head would allow him to gesture towards the remains of the thin silk dress that Evelynn had been wearing before he'd removed it from her. Likely it was stained with a bit of blood now. Once he'd directed Evelynn to that Laith would let his hand slide off her cheek and around beneath her chin so that he could lift her head and appraise her more closely...

..."No."...he said once and then again..."No, Evelynn, I won't forget you. Not for a long time."...if ever, she had made an impression on him unlike so many others, she was a different type of creature than he had ever encountered. Moving away from Evelynn he would actually move to a small adjacent room, leaving her on her own for a moment...

...during that time the starship would have moved closer to Mandalore, inside of its atmosphere, and its descent towards a docking platform would be noticeable in the turbulence that the ship had begun to encounter which rattled several things all around...

...Laith would return, after making some preparations for the landing, and find Evelynn again before informing her..."It's almost time."...​

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[member="Evelynn"]​

 

[Louise]

As his hand settled upon her face the woman returned his gaze, her granite orbs still aflame with the desire that only pain mingled with pleasure could instil within her. Funny that pleasure could be found in such unexpected places. Oh yes, you get your galaxy renowned force users, usually Sith but never monstrous enough to just bat for one side. Dark. Brooding. Swarthy. Eternally conflicted by that one sweetheart that said no.

Ultimately boring when outside of the bedroom.

Laith had been different, the woman had chalked him up to be nothing more than a boisterous brute. Typical Mandalorian and in so many ways he had taken her expectations and broken them across his knee. A surprise she appreciated, more than appreciated. A smile came upon her bloodied mouth, strangely genuine, still carnivorous.

Good, I would be most upset if you forgot.

As the ship began to rumble and rattle, growing ever closer to docking, ever closer to a new chapter Evelynn took the opportunity to don her now soiled silks. Stretched, slightly torn, spattered with blood she was a sight for sore eyes. It was likely that Laith would get a few drinks bought for him for brutalising up that horrible witch. Good. They wouldn't have a clue, and that, that made her smile.

I'm ready, she responded almost absent-mindedly, tongue probing where teeth used to be. Do you have a pair of cuffs?

[member="Ermac Laith"]

 

[Laith Varad*]

...the Gladius Class Light Cruiser rumbled as it drew closer to the landing pad where it would touch down on the surface of Mandalore before growing still. Onboard the starship Laith had waited while Evelynn dressed herself, he assured her he would not forget her nor would he, and then she had informed him that she was ready and asked if he had any cuffs prompting the Mercenary to respond..."Of course."...before he moved away, briefly, and then returned after producing a pair...

...these were special cuffs, model SC-401 Stun Cuffs or electric handcuffs, designed to send a stunning, and sometimes incapacitating, jolt of electricity throughout the body of the individual they were attached to if they attempted to remove them or met other predetermined requirements. Laith would fit them onto Evelynn's wrists, ensuring they were secure, before he looked up at her..."There."...he chuckled once half darkly..."You're looking very secure now Evelynn."...though the way he had said it was highly suspect. After all there were cuffs that could used to inhibit a force users powers but these were not those cuffs and placing them onto Evelynn she would doubtless know this so she would just have to play along...

...eying her quietly it may have been that this was his parting gift to Evelynn seeing as how it allowed her a certain amount of leeway unbeknownst to anyone else. Tilting his head to one side he'd have said..."I'm sure we'll see one another again if you aren't executed."...but it was out of his hands now beyond what he had done for her....

...the ship would touch down moments later, it grew still, and the Astrometric Droid would beep over the comms that Mandalorians were ready to take custody of the prisoner which Laith would nod in the affirmative of. The Docking Ramp would lower momentarily and then it was time to go. Laith would take Evelynn under her right arm, gripping her by the forearm, before he turned and marched her out, down the ramp, where she would be greeted by a cool breeze, the sounds of the planet and a host of Mandalorian Warriors who would take her into custody...​

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[member="Evelynn"]​