Torture and Tension

[Tanith Alde]

Lassuria layed sideways on her fainting couch, resting against the armrest. She had placed a bounty on a certain someone, the woman whom had taken her from her parents at the age of 13. Finally she had tracked down the woman responsible, and it was time for vengeance. Atleast it would be once she was delivered into the Sith's clutches.

Lussuria herself was dressed in very little clothing, amounting to little more than a bra and a skirt and an elegant pair of heeled boots. On her wrists were a few golden hoops, and her fingers were adorned with claw like ring blades, the ones on her left hand had some dried blood on them, a remainder of some fun she had had with one of her more generic prisoners earlier this day.

 

[Tanith Alde]

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The ring of boots on durasteel walkways announced the Blood Matron long before she reached the torture chambers of her Sith contract owner. The contract in question was for some small time slaver with no reputation beyond the woman's home system. In short, an endeavour beneath Zenva's notice. In fact if her heiress and niece, Renesri Aylia, hadn't brought the contract to Zenva begging and pleading to take the lead on a hunt, the Zabrak wouldn't even be in this region of the galaxy let alone paying a visit to some upstart Sith Acolyte.

Zenva was dressed for war, though the casual observation would never place her attire as combat equipment. Knee high brown leather riding boots struck durasteel at a steady, no nonsense pace. Skin tight black leggings covered her thighs and kept the holsters of her primary set of pistols from chafing her as muscles shifted with each stride. A black and red pleated miniskirt hung low enough to cover her curvature without being long enough to interfere with the draw of her pistols. A dark brown and black corset hugged her torso, it's leather and Molytex Weave silencing the sound of the Durasteel Strike Plates moving with the sway of her hips. A second set of pistols rested in harnesses beneath her armpits, hidden by her dark red trench coat made of lightsaber resistant leather and heavy Flex Armor Weave. Two Phrik fighting knives hung from her left hip and a personal shield emitter rested on the right. Finally three stun grenades and handfuls of extra power cells and slug thrower magazines had been tucked into pouches along the back of her corset. To know her was to know she was dressed to end lives.

Trailing behind the Matron was a strike team of elites in full combat gear. Shackled, collared, and bruised their prisoner shambled along in the middle of the Matron's escort.

Zenva swept through the doors of the torture chamber, an air of supreme confidence about her. Her yellow-red eyes scanned the entirety of the room before settling on the only occupant. "You must be lady Lussuria," her voice rolled with an unconscious husky purr. "I believe I have something that belongs to you." At her gesture a pair of elites dragged their prisoner through the doorway, forcing the woman to her knees with a cruel kick to the back of her legs.

[member="Darth Lussuria"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

Lussria allowed herself a small smile at the prize the Zabrak had brought before her. She could have hunted this one down herself, but it was oh so much more satisfying sending someone else after your intended victim, so that said victim would have the duration of the voyage to wonder exactly whom they had wronged, and what their fate would be. In a single word such tactics were...Delicious....She almost purred to herself. "She is I yes....And so you do, though it seems you've decided to toy with her yourself a little before delivering her to me. But even so...Mmmm I've long awaited this day..." She purred, her voice soft and seductive as she slowly crossed the room to the prisoners. She ran her fingers along her cheek, the claw blade rings, razor sharp of course, drew several lines of blood from her immediately. She lifted the now bloodied blades to her lips and dragged her tongue along them, enjoying the sensation and taste of her new victim's blood on her tongue. She could barely await the opportunity to play with her further, but there were other matters that required discussing. "Oh she is delicious...I look forward to my time alone with her."

She turned back to the Zabrak, and walked over to her, standing barely a foot away from her. "I believe now comes the time to negotiate your reward Hmm my dear Huntress?" She asked, fixing her full attention on the quite beautiful woman before her. Her beauty lay not only in her physique, which was of course marvelous, but in her subconscious attitude, her posture, and most importantly her aura. She radiated danger, pain, blood. To Lussuria, she was one of the most beautiful beings she had ever encoured. "Would you like to speak here? Or shall we move to my chambers for it to be a more...Official, setting?"

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The Elites stood silent, iron grips clamped on the captive's shoulders preventing the woman from escaping the razor claws of the Sith lady. Zenva watched, her expression devoid of sympathy or remorse. One hairless brow quirked as [member="Lady Lussuria"] commented on the bruises the captive sported. When the Matron spoke her voice rolled with a throaty purr, "Ah, yes. You'll have to forgive me for that. The girl had to be made to understand that spitting is rude."

The Matron's yellow-red gaze drifted up several inches as the Sith lady approached. Her expression remained bland, undisturbed by the woman's advance. Her body however reacted instinctively, a subtle tension gathered in her limbs, ready to become violent in an instant. "Gentlemen keep our guest comfortable. The lady and I have matters to discuss." One hand swept to the side, "After you, my lady."

The Zabrak was by no means a follower and her stride lengthened to keep pace with the Sith as the pair retreated to the lady's office and the privacy it provided.

 

[Tanith Alde]

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

(I was almost begininng to think you'd forgotten me)

Lussuria smiled to herself as she escorted her huntress to her office. She walked in and sat down on her desk, turning to face her "Now then...What did you have in mind as for a reward ? I can do so much for you and more" She promised, her voice tempting at so many different possibilities of what the sith might do for the blood Matron

One of those possibilities included torturing her if she grew bored but, Lussuria didn't see any real possibility of that occuring, she could tell just be looking at her that their time together would be anything else than boring "Ill even forgive the bruise" She said with a dismissive wave of her hand, favoring Zenva with a beautiful smile that would break hearts and take names any other day "What might I do for you, Oh dearest Huntress?""

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva glided into the office behind her hostess, her red-yellow eyes swept the room even as her stride carried her deeper into the room. Her gaze trailed up the lounging Sith lady, lingering here or there for a fleeting moment. There as no hesitation, no sign of fear in the Zabrak whatsoever as she walk behind the woman's desk, seating herself in what was most often the most comfortable chair in an office. Oh the deliciously dangerous games she enjoyed playing. When she spoke her voice deep and sultry, "That is most gracious of you, my lady, forgiving the bruise. The girl needed to be taught not to spit on nobility, you understand I'm sure."

The Matron's leg folded at the knee as she reclined. "As to the reward, pay my warriors for their time and the woman is yours. I have no need of credits really. The capture was good training for my niece and that is rewarding in it's own right."

Zenva flashed a smile of her own, pearl white serrated teeth gleaming brilliantly against her crimson skin. "I suspect you have something in mind for compensation though my lady. Else you would not have worded yourself in such a manner."

[member="Lady Lussuria"]

Spoiler

I'm sorry for the delay dear. RL is not being cooperative lately.

 

[Tanith Alde]

Lussuria laughed softly, a musical, beautiful sound. She turned lounding sideways on the desk facing the zabrak with a smile "And what I didn't? What if your desires are simple twisting my words into what you wish to hear? Not that thats a bad thing. Desires can be so very useful, and powerful" She says in a soft purr, reaching out to run a hand over the Zabrak's cheek

She sat up slowly, her body turned toward the blood matron. "Well my my....I suppose I could indulge in such desires then. A dinner then? Private? I'm sure I can find something you'll fine quite....palatable" She offered her, withdrawing her hand from her

Alll together, having company on such a lonely night might not be the worst thing ever

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva's smile withered beneath the Sith lady's caress, having seen those very digits draw blood moments before. Yet she suppressed the sudden urge to slash into the soft flesh of the woman's hand with her bare teeth. It seemed to her that this Sith enjoyed dangerous games of her own, touching the Zabrak's face uninvited. Zenva remained still for several long moments after the hand was withdrawn, quelling the desire to teach the taller woman a lesson about personal space.

"Dinner?" She said finally, a small chortle of amusement escaping her. "How quaint. Very well, my lady. Let us see how clearly you interpret my desires. Pay my warriors and I will dismiss them for a time."

The Zabrak flowed from her seat with uncanny grace. Her lips still held in a thin line as her hand snapped up as quick and vicious as a striking serpent. Strong fingers clamped the taller woman's chin and jaw. Her grip ceased at the boarder of becoming painful, a warning of the Zabrak's unquestionably physique. "I will ask this only once, my lady. Do be mindful of whom you touch so intimately won't you?" As quickly as her anger and violent nature had appeared, they were gone as Zenva's thumb stroked the other woman's jaw line once before releasing her. A small smile played at her lips, it's exact meaning lost between the swift shift in temper. Zenva made her way around the desk once more to open the door for her hostess. "Shall we dispatch with the remaining business matters, my lady?"

[member="Lady Lussuria"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

Lussuria couldn't supress the smile that came to her lips as the Zabrak grabbed her. She had finally found someone worth playing the great game with, and what a lovely game it was. Some played it distinguishedly, some played with praise, but as she preffered to play it, through more wily ways and slights. Cruel tricks of romance, degraded by borderline spite, snub the girl too many times you just might feel her bite. One must beware of the words one twists for however she might appear her reach is long.

"Indeed let us, my dear blood matron. " She said as she rose with equal grace from her position on the desk. She crossed the room to walk next to the Zabrak, just as proud and fearless as she. She wasn't one to be intimidated easily, but she could enjoy the game of power she was playing.

She followed her back to the assembled warriors, having her servants fetch the allotted reward. It was carried in for the warriors of course, and they were seen off of the grounds before Lussuria turned back to her guest "Shall we proceed to the dining lounge then?"

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

One of Zenva's guards collected the reward without comment, passing it back through the doorway to one of the other warriors of the strike team. The second gaurd, hand still locked on the prisoner's shoulder, spoke a word in Zabraki. The Matron raised one hand to interrupt the man. "It's fine, Captain. Kil'kae can take some of my party favors and your team can withdraw. Kil'kae?" The Matron's attention turned to the first guard, "If you wouldn't mind."

The first guard stepped forward with a nod. A strangely musical woman's voice spoke from under the heavy armor, "Of course Matron." Zenva's arms rose, her dark red trench coat spread open and the guard, Kil'kae it seemed, began removing pieces of equipment from the Blood Matron. An odd looking triple barreled blaster was pulled first and handed backwards, a new guard arriving to retrieve the weapon. In short order half the Matron's weaponry was gone, two slug thrower pistols, a pair of knives, several grenades and a few now unnecessary belts and holsters.

In the flurry of moving belts, blasters and gear, one item was covertly placed on the Matron's person. An insurance policy against unruly Force users, a Force Collar. In the event matters got out of hand. The guard stood, straightened the collar of Zenva's coat and nodded once. "Thank you Kil'kae. Turn over the prisoner and your dismissed." Reluctantly the guards retreated from the premises. Leaving Zenva's attention on her hostess, "Dining lounge is it? Lead on my [member="Lady Lussuria"]."