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Part Time Job	By : dschinny Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 7157 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 14 - A bounty hunter never complains.
Running down one of the two ends of the curved corridor with a long legged gunman on her heels and no place to hide would only fuel the man’s instinct to pursue.
Tomoe walked out behind Vau’s towering, armor clad form without another look at Fett, feeling like an increased gravity was dragging her down. She pulled in her breath as they rounded a corner. A narrow walkway connected the main dome to a domed tower topped with spiky antennas. A transparisteel cover allowed shielded passage through the storm that threw rain and spray against the exposed tower. The walkway ended into an elevator that took them up to the higher level. The door slid open and the scent of a predator cage hit her squarely in the face. No wonder Vau was not living in the immediate vicinity of other housing quarters.
He entered the dark room and paused to lock the door behind them. Then to her surprise one of his large hands came up and tilted her chin upwards towards his face, forcing her to meet his penetrating eyes in the dim light of the door panel. “You are scared...” He said it as a statement not a question, “...of what Fett has asked me to do, or of what I might do to you.” He said idly, calmly turning her by the shoulders and steering her towards the picture window that dominated the room. She gazed into the pouring rain intermixed with lightening. He seemed to be preoccupied, falling a step behind. Then she felt his sidearm jammed up against her lower back.
He would train her in the only way he knew, the way his own training of so long ago had been. Direct, hard and humbling. He knew no other way; it was the way all his teachers had taught him. Despite the armor that gave him comfortable isolation, he avoided touching her anywhere else while he applied his policy of encouragement. It consisted of posing a terrifying choice. In a way, it transformed beggars to choosers. Making choices kept you going. “I can help you to go through with it or I can be merciful and give you a quick end.” While Fett’s monitoring anklet had not slipped his notice, shooting her on the spot could hardly be counted as an accident, could it?
“Why?” Tomoe turned her head slowly, watching the way the lightning and the shadows played over the lean planes and angles of his granite like face. She let the information wash over her like a warm wave of water. His offer to sweep her away from the black void inside her soul effortlessly and painless was incredible seductive. “I thought death would be cold ...and awful...” she said softly. For her, his promise held the key to a soothing, pain-free darkness that engulfed and cradled her “... not like you...”
A shiver ran down Vau’s back. He prided himself fighting ice-cold, calm and utterly detached. Could she not feel it? He had a feeling so profound it shook him to the depths of his soul. Was he losing his own edge after all?! His free hand caressed around her throat, his powerful fingers slightly tightening around her neck. Did she even know what she was doing to him? “Decide.” His baritone voice resounded through the small tower apartment.
Tomoe looked away and the spell was broken but he could feel her hand on his gloved one. ‘I have not endured so much just to yield to temptation by a lordy henchman of the commanding caveman,’ she thought and absolutely refused to give up. She had sworn to kill Fett and she was going to do it herself - whatever it took. “Please... return me in the morning, so I can go down in a significant fight,” she told him unwavering, staring into the rain again before she added a promise of her own: “I won’t take performing your duties personally.”
“So be it...” Vau said quietly ending the whole conversation mechanically while he tried to find his lost thread before the matter got out of his hands completely. ‘Insignificant’ , echoed in his mind. He felt like his main weapon had been wrestled from his grip and turned upon himself. Was there a more degrading way to keep up one’s reputation? ‘You know what you have to do next,’ he chided himself lightly. His was not to question why, just to do. Fett had been specific on things.
He heard a scratching outside on the veranda and opened the door when he passed it, “Ah, Mird, there you are...” A dark indefinable shape slunk around him and bounced up and down exited on six legs, whining like a pup, drops splattering in all directions. ‘My savior!’ He tilted his head. ”Keep her there,” Vau said, a serious look of quiet command in his eyes. The Strill went into its softening-up routine immediately, padding around Tomoe’s legs, occasionally stopping to gaze up at her and display a yawning mouthful of teeth. He smiled and turned on his heel to get his kit for chemical interrogations. He would be back and on top of things before the Strill worked her into total hysteria.
Immediately the tension that had hung like a dark curtain lifted. “So you are the infamous Lord Mirdalan,” Tomoe offered a hand for the Strill to get acquainted with her scent while the rest of her body stayed motionless. “Looks like you came home in last moment before the storm. Be a nice puppy and stay with me while Walon gets you a towel.” Her hand slid over the back of the large carnivore as it slunk around her legs, the rain in its pelt soaking her clothing “Oh, you are so sloppy!” She chuckled. “You two look like carved out of a single Wookie… you got the entire pelt, while he got most of the height?” The Strill sat on its haunches and tilted its head up to her with a small mewl, staring at her from red-rimmed golden eyes. ”Just joking.” She patted the thick round head. “You smell quite different so you certainly are an individual of your own right.”
By the time Vau re-emerged, Mird’s menacing qualities had taken quite a dent. His fair-weather friend had succumbed to the idea that scratching a Strill’s belly was a choice method to keep an inmate from running. It had probably something to do with the instinctive connection between kids, animals and lunatics... “I’m glad you two get along” he huffed and dropped a large towel over her shoulder. It was like she could turn it on or off, this black void of velvety emptiness that threatened to draw him in.
“My father used to have a pack of Hi-inu... large carnivores like Mird. I miss them.” She explained and toweled off the delighted animal while he turned to fill a hypodermic with practiced skill. Its contents would help him to take control of the situation and give him back his privacy. Placing one of his large hands against her bent back he caressed her soothingly. “Take a break and roll up your sleeve.” He ordered quietly. She stood, “Nice enough now Mird, go ahead.” The Strill scrambled to its six feet with a heartfelt sneeze. “Bless you,” she turned to face Vau.
He opened up a disinfectant wipe to swab the crook of Tomoe’s elbow. “Something to relax you for tonight. It’s on the house.” With an expertise that surprised her, the large man skillfully and yet gently inserted the needle into her vein and then slowly depressed the plunger. “What is it?” - “A mixture of two powerful hypnotics and sedatives that will help you to go through with it,” ... ‘and me as well,’ he simply said as he finished injecting her and then held a small wad of gauze on her arm “Hold this until the bleeding has stopped.”
He led her firmly but gently into the bathroom, switching the lights on. “Undress,” he ordered her, his expression one of determination. He removed his gloves, staring down on her as a large tiger looks into the eyes of its prey before it devours it. One that would have preferred a woman with a little more meat on her though. “...then I’ll bath you.” He calmly said and turned away, stripping himself efficiently, stacking matte black armor plates and securing weapons.
It gave her a perfect view in the full light while she undressed herself, close but impersonal. She wondered how old he was. Under the bulky matte black armor he had an amazing body, his long sinewy legs, hard rounded butt and lean, muscular torso covered with numerous scars that disturbed golden ivory skin. His every movement was so graceful that it scraped ten years off easily. ‘Yes,’ she encouraged herself, if she wanted to turn this on Fett, that was just the way she needed to see it.
Motioning Mird to stay on his armor and weapons, he joined her in the shower. When he touched her flesh, it made her hackles rise, but his large hands felt warm and powerful. Ignoring the angry red kyr’bes on the middle of her back he carefully soaped her whole body in stoic silence and washed her hair, watching the long dark tresses trailing her feminine curves with the water. Her sleek perfection was far from frail. Perhaps for once size would not matter to his enjoyment. “You are doing fine,” his deep voice reverberated in a soothing mantra. The order would be upheld, the girl wouldn’t remember and he would be free to enjoy himself. The Strill yawned heartily.
After a few minutes Tomoe felt whatever drug he had injected into her was beginning to take effect as she began to get sleepier and sleepier. “Flow with it,” Vau’s deep baritone voice resounded. “Imagine you are on a boat and you are far out at sea, the waves lifting you and plunging you. Don’t fight it. Join with the rhythm, flow with the waves…” He half supported her, half pinned her against the wall. Between Vau’s calming massage, his warm but smothering weight against her backside and the drugs he had given her, she was drifting in mind, body and soul and finding it harder to keep her eyes open. ‘The Tiger’ may be a stone cold killer but right now, in this delusional state and at this moment, he was her savior. The water ceased and a pleasant warm air stream began to invade her senses and drift over her as well as a feeling of carefree release, as though she had not a worry in the world.
Vau extended his hand to a bottle of lotion. He warmed it between his hands, and then meticulously he began smearing lubricant to the inside of her cheeks, his fingers moving dangerously close to her anus. It would help warm and relax her muscles to make her accept his touch as well as make his penetration easier. He slid his index finger in the lotion all around the little puckered rose of her anus and felt her flinch. “I will give you an advice to make this easier for you,” he stroked her heart-shaped bum, “the more you fight me, the more it hurts. Of course, the more you fight, the better it is for my reputation.” A quick dark predatory grin quirked up Vau’s gaunt face before he pressed his finger slowly into her anus, feeling her squeeze him, trying to dislodge his invasion.
Flustered she turned to look at him, but he grabbed her chin and forced her head back around to face the wall. “Don’t forget to breathe. You can scream if it makes you feel better. We’ve got sufficient sound proofing here.” He slid his finger into her backside up to his palm, then slowly pulled it out again, listening to her breathing. She whimpered with relief at the finger being removed and surprise at the little jolt of pleasure it gave her. He just gave a quick dark chuckle as he hovered over her. She tensed up again as he slid his finger inside again, subjecting her to more insertions and removals, the lotion doing its job warming and relaxing her muscles. “That’s it.”
She was just getting used to his finger stretching her, when he forced a second finger in her and she found pain again. He heard her whimper with her distress and wound his other hand in her hair, massaging her scalp and giving her a second sensation to absorb. “Push out against me. It makes it less painful.” He knew she could not concentrate on either one to the exclusion of the other. “I know you want to keep your ass puckered up against me, but that won’t stop this.” A strange and heady feeling made her head spin. When he felt she let loose all controls he took his fingers out of her and let her sink to the floor “Jate... good girl. Just let go.”
He grabbed the lotion bottle, slathering cream over his cock, getting himself hard and ready before he hauled her hips up to mount her and even up the ridiculous size difference somehow. His fingers ran down the crack of her ass spreading her wide. He aligned his penis then he began pushing himself into her with a satisfied grunt. He was large, and he had to be careful not to tear her muscle ring, so he went bit by bit, lubricating his cock with each millimeter.
A sharp pain shot up her spine it’s jolts travelling straight to her clit, making her gasp in surprise. “I supposed you would be out by now.” Vau had no mercy, grabbing her hips firmly. He took his time and she had already unwillingly taken most of his cock into her, when he began the slow pulling-out process. “Almost there.” His voice had a hypnotizing quality. He reached around and sent his hand under her hips teasing her clit gently, her juices dribbling all over his hand. Her body shuddered as little stars and colors danced in front of her eyes then her body went slack as she collapsed into a puddle.
He stayed her hips, holding her in place, sweating with his intense arousal, watching this sweet, little beauty writhe under his demands. He squeezed her butt cheeks in both hands, and then held her hips, working his tool like a piston. He truly didn’t want to damage her and he spread her own juices onto himself, preferring the delightful, womanly scent of her musk as he gave himself over to the drugging carnal pleasure of this little ass.

She awoke the next morning to the enticing smells of strong caf mixed with the pungent scent of wet wool and musk. It was still dark outside but she blinked her eyes and tried to swipe at them when she noticed her hands were securely bound by a length of rope which then ran to the collar of a large, breathing lump of an animal with sloppy, golden fur covered skin, thus preventing her from running anywhere. She struggled to wake up from what felt like the worst hangover she’d ever had.
Panic began to race through her bloodstream, what had happened? What was going on? She could vaguely remember that she had done as Fett had ordered and had gone to Vau’s apartment earlier and…? The rest was a disjointed mumbled vision of ghosts and images that made no sense.
Obviously, somebody had wrapped her up in a towel, put a blanket all over her and placed her bundled clothing under her head like a cushion. She sniffed. Freshly washed obviously, but where did that stench come from... “Mird?” She tried pulling the rope but the animal’s weight of the on the other end was solid. Sitting up, she realized she was going nowhere and got nothing but a mildly annoyed grumble of the floppy predator. “Hello?... anybody here?”
“Ah, you are up…” like some dark sentry hiding in the shadows Vau’s cultured voice preceded him as he walked over to the doorframe and leaned casually against it. He looked strangely at ease, dressed in a dark shirt; his collar unbuttoned revealing golden ivory skin. His short cropped graying hair enhanced the hard lean edges of his clean shaven face. The green rimmed golden eyes regarded her as he held up his hand “Stay down, Mird.”
He sidled into the main room and walked over to untie her. “Easy, little one.” Still checking upon herself, she did not dare to move a single muscle as Vau expertly pulled the knots loose and freed her. “Thanks,” she mumbled, as though she had a wad of cotton jammed in her mouth. She felt so exhausted and tired, so worn and drained. “Now,” Vau continued, “you go freshen up.” He paused and a slight smirk crept up his face, “You are to be home within half an hour. So there you go.”
Tomoe snatched up her stuff from the floor and scrambled to her feet to do as he had instructed. She made it past the doorframe before her legs denied service with little to no warning. ‘Oups,’ she sagged down on her side and hit the floor to chase the numbness from her core with the pain shooting up her palm. Going through her morning hygiene routine, she desperately wished she could piece together what had happened last night! The last ‘coherent’ thought she had was leaving with Vau then nothing, just disjointed images and phrases that made no sense or worse no memories at all. If she wanted to remember at all... she doubted that it would help her to pull herself together in the here and now. Whatever choices she had made, they had kept her on target obviously.
When she came back out Vau motioned her to a table that already held a steaming cup of strong caf. “This will help you to wake up.” – “Thank you, that’s so …considerate,” she took a sip “Do you like working with animals and children?” – “Yes.” – “How about Boba?” – “Rarely... and you ask me this, why?” he glanced back at her and she felt as though the man was a living lie detector. She emptied the cup as well as her mind “I ask you because I respect you,” she answered truthfully, and then let the cup sink back on the table to squish the dull pounding fear within her. “Let’s go back.”
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Chapter 14 - A bounty hunter never complains.