"The Morning After"
By: Yelara Neerou- Shipyard Mechanic
Various NPCs

Location: Drogen Shipyards
Date: Eos 20, 3 ABY

***

Yelara stumbled out of Dargus' chambers. He had finally let her leave, and, graciously enough, with her clothes on. She walked down the corridors, barely able to keep her eyes open from exhaustion brought on by the rather exerting activities of the previous night. Dargus certainly had a voracious sexual appetite. He had kept her up all night, doing it over and over again like he was trying to set some new record, which they probably had.

Yelara's arm still hurt like hell though. Dargus had wrapped it up for her, which stunned her a bit, considering he was the one who shot her in the first place. She stopped in the corridor and tore off the bandage to see how bad the wound was. "Damn," she whispered as she saw the gaping hole in her arm. I'll definitely need a swim in a bacta tank, she thought as she threw Dargus' makeshift bandage on the ground and stomped it. His scent was still all over her and she didn't think she'd ever be able to wash it off.

He was quite the gentleman, despite his the forceful means by which he forced her to his bed. The moment she opened her eyes, he stuck his tongue down her throat and patted her breast for good measure, it seemed. After that, he kindly directed her to the nearest med lab. Quite the gentleman indeed.

***

The medical droid zipped around Yelara, grabbing instruments and scanning her with them. "Disrobe," it said to her in a mechanical voice.

Yelara chuckled. "You know, that's the second time I've heard that since I've been here. By any chance, did Kandran have a hand in building you?"

The droid didn't respond, but then again, she didn't want an answer. It just kept buzzing around and prepared the bacta tank for Yelara, who was now taking off her clothes. She winced as pain shot through her arm. It hurt like hell to move it, but after about two hours (or so the droid said) in a bacta tank, she'd be good as new...as good as she could be considering what she went through the night before. She strapped into the gear the droid was handing her and looked nervously at the tank. She'd never been in one before and didn't like the idea either. I am gonna get Dargus back for this the minute I'm out, she thought sourly as she was suspended in the air and slowly lifted above the tank.

***

Yelara floated in the tank, asleep and unaware of her surroundings. Visions and memories of her past began to fill her unconscious mind, as she fell into a state of reverie. At first, she saw Dargus, with his hands travelling up and down her body. If she had been awake, she certainly would have shuddered with disgust and most likely have cringed at the feel of his flesh against hers. Her dream then shifted to her home planet. She could see herself as she was back then, standing outside her home and watching her parents fighting with the imperial soldiers who would eventually take their lives. Yelara tried to go to them but her legs felt heavy and she could barely move them. She called out to her parents, but her voice got stuck in her throat, and all that came out was a hoarse whisper. One by one, the soldiers fired and both her parents fell to the ground, dead. The dream then ended and Yelara woke up, thrashing and kicking in the bacta tank.

She was suddenly raised slowly out of the tank and onto a bed in the med lab.

"Two hours have elapsed. Treatment complete," she heard the droid say as it unhooked her and removed her breathing tube. The droid then examined her arm and scanned it with an instrument. "No signs of further damage. You are free to go."

Yelara hopped off the bed and got her clothes back on. "Wait a minute. What do I owe you?" she asked the droid. She always felt stupid talking to droids.

"Your fee has been taken care of already," the droid answered, still moving around the lab.

"Paid for by who?" Yelara asked as she dressed.

"By Mr. Kandran."

Kandran. Of course. Yelara couldn't believe the nerve of that guy, but it was only fitting that he paid, after all, it was his fault she needed the treatment in the first place. Yelara sighed and turned to walk out of the med lab. "Thanks," she called out to the droid, who was too busy to notice she had even said a word.

***

Yelara was still checking out her arm as she walked down the corridor and approached the flight deck. That bacta tank sure did wonders, but she could still see a slight mark where the blaster shot had hit her. She swore she could still feel pain in her arm, but it was probably just her imagination.

Yelara entered the flight deck and was completely awe-struck. It was like a dream come true for her as she stared at dozens upon dozens of ships of all types and sizes docked around her. The sound of machinery being operated was deafening, but was one she could definitely get used to. She wandered in, her eyes jumping around and trying to take in as much as they could. It certainly was a beautiful sight.

She began smiling uncontrollably and walked up to a man with a commpad, typing in numbers and looking at each ship. "Excuse me," she said as she walked up to him. The man didn't look at Yelara; he was too preoccupied with what he was doing to pay attention to her. She tapped him on the shoulder, trying to get his attention. The man looked agitated as he turned around, but lightened up when he saw Yelara staring back at him.

"How can I help you, sweetheart?" he asked with a kind smile. If it had been anyone else who had called her 'sweetheart' she would have pummelled them, but he seemed gentle and sweet, so she let it go.

"Can you point me out to the foreman on shift right now. I'm here to relieve him."

"Oh, you must be Yelara. I'm the man you're looking for." The man wiped off his greasy hand onto his pant leg and held it out to Yelara.

She smiled and returned the gesture. "Yeah. Sorry if I'm late. I had to, uh, run a little errand beforehand," she said, avoiding any mention of the bacta tank she spent the morning stewing in.

"Oh, that's alright. I was just finishing up anyway." The man clicked his off his commpad and began walking, motioning Yelara to follow. "Things might go a little quickly for you today, but you'll get the hang of it sooner or later."

"I'm a quick study, don't worry about me," Yelara answered enthusiastically. "I've dreamed of working in a place like this ever since I was a kid."

"How long you been working on ships?" he asked curiously.

"Oh ever since I was about thirteen."

"Well, you any good?" the man asked with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm alright," she said, trying to be modest.

"Well, my shift is over, but a word of advice," he offerred as he was about to go on his way. "Don't let these boys give you a hard time. They will try, they do it to all the new folks around here. But they'll be twice as hard on you because you're a woman. You show them who's boss, and they'll warm up to you alright."

Yelara smiled and nodded her head. "I'm sure there won't be a problem."

The man walked up to the wall and pushed a button, causing a loud blaring horn to ring out. The workers all dropped what they were doing, and marched forward and formed a line in front of the foreman. "Ok boys, those of you who don't need to be here, go home. Unless of course, you wanna pull a double shift."

The men laughed and those that were done for the day marched out, waving goodbye to their co-workers and to the foreman. They respected him, Yelara could see that. She hoped she would gain that same respect.

"Alright, those of you who are staying, I'd like to introduce you to your new mid-shift foreman."

Yelara stepped forward and gave a nod to all the men.

"Be nice to her boys." The man chuckled and handed Yelara the commpad. "Well, good luck," he said as he turned and walked down the corridor.

Yelara took a deep breath and walked around. She looked at all the men and put her hands on her hips. "Well, my name's Yelara Neerou. I'm new around here so I don't know quite how things work, but I'm sure if you give me a chance, everything will run smoothly around here."

The men looked bored and uninterested in anything Yelara was saying. "Ok, um, I guess get back to work."

The men began chattering and walked back to their stations. Yelara sighed. Don't worry. It always takes a while for people to get used to the 'new guy', she thought, trying to convince herself that it was just that.

***

The men were hard at work, without Yelara having to say a word to them. They seemed good enough workers, except for a group of them who were taking an unscheduled break. "Uh, guys? Hi," Yelara said as she interrupted them. "I didn't tell you to stop working. It isn't break-time," she said, sternly.

One of the men just scoffed at Yelara and continued talking. Yelara pursed her lips and tapped him on the shoulder. "Don't turn away from me when I'm talking to you!" she said, trying to sound dominating.

"Look lady," the man said as he laughed in her face. "I don't know how you got here, but I am not taking orders from some chick."

Yelara knew there would be some resistance, and she was prepared for it. "I was hand picked by Dargus Kandran himself, so I think you will take my orders and do exactly as I say!"

The man let out a riotous laugh. The other men working, noticed the commotion and began to look on. "Oh, now I see. You think just because you're screwing the boss, that you know anything about running a flight deck? Look, there are ten guys in here who are more qualified than you to be foreman, so don't get all cocky just because you got the job and they didn't. I ain't taking orders from you and neither are the rest of these fellas. Are we, guys!?" the man yelled out. The men all laughed and gave shouts of agreement.

They were all completely against her and there was nothing she could do. "Now, little lady, why don't you just move aside and let us men take care of things, alright?" All the men laughed again and Yelara just stood there, helplessly. There was nothing she could do, so she just turned and walked away.

"You put her in her place, Gin. Way to go," she heard one man say to the man who had started the commotion. She looked through her commpad and came upon his full name. Gin Toran, she thought to herself. She wouldn't forget that name.

Yelara walked to the outer edge of the docking bay, not wanting to get in the way. They'd never respect her, she knew that, not as long as they knew she was sleeping her way to the top. Yelara pretended to type data into her commpad, but she was just trying to keep from getting noticed. Dargus certainly had done her a favour. He'd made her the laughingstock of the entire flight deck.

---

"The Bad Day That Just Got Worse"
By: Yelara Neerou - Shipyard Mechanic
Gor'garr [NPC] - Dargus' wookiee

Location: Drogen Shipyards
Date: Eos 20, 3 ABY

***

Yelara's shift had finally ended. She could still hear the men talking amongst themselves, whispering and then erupting into laughter. She knew they were talking about her, mocking her, and demeaning her. As long as she remained their foreman, and as long as they knew she had gotten the position by sleeping her way to it, they would never respect her. She didn't bother wishing them a goodnight. She just picked up her things and left.

As she was walking down the corridor, a man's voice called out from behind. "Yelara Neerou?"

Yelara turned around and stared suspiciously at the man. "That's me. What do you want?"

The man approached slowly and offered a stiff bow. "I have orders to escort you to your new sleeping quarters."

"What are you talking about? Ordered by who?"

"Dargus Kandran, ma'am."

Yelara grinned and shook her head. She knew instantly that she was now his possession and he would treat her as such. Buying her expensive things, calling on her whenever he was in the mood, and expecting her unwavering obedience. "What if I refuse?" she asked defiantly.

"Then, you will have sentenced me to death for he will surely kill me for failing to follow his orders."

Yelara's mouth dropped. Dargus must have known that she would refuse the gift, so he was using this man to get her to concede. Yelara hated to let Dargus have his way, but she wasn't about to let this man die because she was too stubborn to accept Dargus' gift. Yelara sighed. "Alright. Lead the way, buddy."

The man led Yelara down a long corridor. This area of the station looked pretty nice to her, but she would definitely have to change sleeping quarters the minute she had the chance. She hated to let Dargus win.

The man stopped in front of one of the rooms and opened the door. "These are your quarters, ma'am." Yelara looked into the room and her jaw dropped. It was nothing compared to Dargus' quarters, but it was still more elegant than anywhere she'd ever stayed before. She turned around to thank the man, but he had already gone.

She walked into the room and instantly noticed something lying on the bed. She closed the door behind her, then walked over to the bed. Lying there was one of the skimpiest dresses she had ever seen in her life. It was almost completely see through and there was barely any material on it whatsoever. "Oh Dargus, you shouldn't have. Really, you shouldn't have," she muttered to herself as she held up the dress. As she did, she noticed a comm pad lying underneath it. She threw the dress to the side and picked it up. On it was a most endearing note from Dargus:

Good evening, my dear. I have had this dress made especially for you. It will accentuate your beautiful breasts and bring out the colour in your eyes. It is great, isn't it? Please change into it and go to hangar bay five where a shuttle awaits you. We will be dining on my ship tonight. Gor'garr shall escort you.

"Yeah, really great dress," she said as she threw the commpad down and picked up the dress, looking it over again. "I really don't think so," she said aloud before she threw the dress across the room. She sat down on the bed and let out a frustrated yell. She had just spent an entire evening with the animal and now she had to do it again. She laid down, face first on the bed and screamed into her new pillows.

Yelara was startled by the sound of someone ringing her door chime rather persistently. "Who the hell is it and what do you want!?" she called out with agitation. From the other side of the door came a loud, mechanical voice. Yelara jumped up into a sitting position and looked curiously at the door. "What the...?" She got off the bed and approached the doorway slowly.

As she opened it, in front of her stood a seven foot tall wookiee staring down at her. "Oh, you must be Gor'garr. A pleasure," she said sarcastically.

There was a circular computer interface hanging around the wookiee's neck. As he spoke, words came from it. "Your presence is demanded by Lord Kandran. Dress. I will take you to him." He towered over her, showing nothing but the temper his kind were good for. Kandran's message was obvious: You will be joining me for dinner tonight, or else.

"I'm already dressed. And thanks, I can find my own way there." Yelara had nothing against the wookiee, but he worked for Dargus and anything that had to do with Dargus, she hated instantly.

"You will be blindfolded," he growled through the interpreter. "Lord Kandran will not let anyone know where his ship is."

"Fine, whatever. But I am not, wearing the dress!"

"That is your choice. My master will be disappointed at your defiance."

"Oh, poor Dargus. I really hate to disappoint him," she teased as she walked out of the room and let the door slide closed behind her. "Take it away, wookiee," Yelara said as she smiled coyly at Gor'garr.

---

"Casting Off Constraints"
By: Yelara Neerou - Shipyard Foreman
Dargus Kandran- Crimelord, Kandran Syndicate
Gor'garr [NPC] - Wookiee Bodyguard of Dargus Kandran

Location: Dargus' pleasure ship
Date: Eos 20, 3 ABY

***

Gor'garr led Dargus' new toy through the corridors. It only took a few minutes before they entered the hangar bay and the wookiee motioned for her to go into the waiting shuttle.

Yelara sighed and looked around. Her day had been hard enough as it was and now it was about to get worse. Flying. She hated it more than she hated Dargus. "This is going to be a short ride, right?"

"Ten minutes," he said, and pushed her up the ramp.

Yelara walked reluctantly up the ramp. Her palms were already getting sweaty and her breathing was getting shallow and fast. I am going to make him pay for this, I swear it. She sat down in one of the passenger's chairs and gripped the armrests tightly. "Ten minutes. I can do this," she said in a hoarse voice.

Gor'garr pulled a thin strip of cloth and wrapped it over her eyes. Despite the apparent thinness of the fabric it let in no light. "If you are agreeable, I will not be forced to hurt you." Once he was certain Yelara could not see, he climbed into the pilot's chair and activated the repulsors. Any of Kandran's ships had priority, so he did not even need to wait before he could pilot them out of the shipyards and into space. The small ship sped down toward the planet where Dargus Kandran awaited his prize.

Yelara could feel the ship take off and her heart instantly leapt into her throat. Visions of ships exploding and people being ejected into space flashed through her mind. She began to breathe heavily and gripped the armrests so tight, her knuckles were turning white. She clenched her teeth as she listened to the engines, trying to hear any signs of malfunction, which only made things worse for her. Sweat began to bead off her head and she felt like she was going to vomit. She placed her head between her legs and tried to maintain a steady breathing pattern. If I get Dargus back for anything, it'll be this!

The Tae'Morad guard allowed the shuttle past the planetary shield and a few minutes later the shuttle came to a stop and a soft landing on Dargus' landing pad. Yelara gasped as she felt the ship bump into something. "What was that?!" she cried out in panic.

Gor'garr left the pilot's chair and removed the blindfold. "We have landed," he said. "Follow." He started toward the ramp that would lead them down to the rest of Dargus' pleasure ship.

"Well, it's about time," she muttered under her breath.

As he led her through the corridors of the ship, Gor'garr was silent. The time seemed to stretch out as they just walked, but soon they came to a door. As it opened, the room beyond was breathtaking. Again decorated in black and gold, it was a work of art in and of itself. Seated at a large table in the center of the room was Dargus Kandran, the leering smile in place as he watched her.

"Please," he said, "Enter and be welcomed into my humble abode."

"Humble, that's and understatement, Kandran," she answered. "What? Wasn't last night fulfilling enough for you? Why did you send for me?"

Dargus shook his head. "Last night was just the beginning," he said. "You and I will be seeing a lot of each other, I assure you." He eyed her clothes with a frown. "You defy me again. The dress I gave you is beautiful, far more beautiful than anything you own. A woman should be glad to wear such clothes. How many lessons must you be taught? Remove your clothes. You will dress properly for our meal."

He snapped a finger and bid one of his droids to retrieve another dress for her. It returned a moment later with a dress slightly more modest than the one Dargus had lain upon her bed. Dargus smiled. "Now get out of those clothes and change."

Yelara looked at the dress and dropped it on the floor. "No thanks. Besides, I don't see anything wrong with what I'm wearing now." Yelara had not learned her lesson last night. She enjoyed defying him, knowing it angered him immensely.

Dargus flew out of his chair until he loomed over her. His hand swung free, slapping across her cheek in a powerful blow that felled her. "Do not defy me," he roared. "I have given you a fine job, splendid rooms. And you repay me like this?" He gave a single hand gesture passed on to unseen servants, and once again all the doors locked.

Yelara looked up at Dargus from the cold marble floor. He was a strong man, she'd give him that much. She tasted blood in her mouth and brought her hand to her lip to wipe it, leaving a blood smear behind. She got back to her feet and glared at Dargus. "Yeah, a lot of good your promotion did me! Those men won't listen to a word I say. They hate me. They know the only reason I got that position was because I'm screwing the boss!"

"Give me a name," he said, his anger clearly boiling. "Who was the worst of them all?"

"What does it matter?" she asked evasively. "They were all giving me a hard time."

"So you will let them walk over you?" He calmed his voice with a deep breath. "Give me a name, and I will set everything right. You will not be troubled again."

Yelara did want the position, but she wanted it on her own and not with his help. "Look Dargus, I think you've done enough." She walked past him and sat down at the enormous table, then began playing with her food.

"I'll tell you when I've done enough," he said. For a moment, he still seemed calm, but then he spun around with explosive force. "Tell me the name NOW!" He strode to her side with powerful steps and leaned close. "Tell me now!"

Yelara glared at him and shook her head. She clenched her teeth, then not able to contain her anger anymore, she shoved her plate on the floor. "You wanna know! Fine! His name was Gin Toran. Now get lost." She turned back to the table and placed her elbows on it, resting her head on her hands.

"You will learn to not defy me," he said slowly. "And, I don't care how many trips into a bacta tank it takes. You will learn. Look at all I've done for you in only one night. And, yet you still behave this way. I ordered you to rid yourself of those rags. Now do it. Put on that dress and we can have a pleasant evening together."

She slammed her hands onto the table and said, "No! I will not wear your stupid dress. Why don't you wear it if you like it so much?"

Dargus remained outwardly calm even though he boiled inside. He brought the dress back over to her and placed it on the chair next to where she sat. He moved away again and started the incinerator built into the wall. He walked slowly back to her, keeping her gaze the entire time. When he moved it was with lightning quick reflexes. He'd twisted her arm behind her and held her fast.

"What are you doing?!" Yelara cried out in horror, trying to break free.

He reached up to her jacket, smiled at her one last time and then ripped it free. Before she could react, he'd torn the pants and tank top away until she stood before him naked. She tried to struggle, but he was too strong. Finally releasing her, he tossed the shredded garments into the incinerator.

"Now, you will wear that dress. Or you can remain naked. Your choice, but either is fine with me."

Yelara wrapped her arms around her, trying to cover what she could. He certainly gave her no choice, that was for certain. Yelara cleared her throat and stood there, naked for a while longer.

"I'm not hungry," was all she said as she turned away from him.

"I like this way better," he said, admiring her body. He definitely hadn't had enough of it last night.

Yelara decided the only thing to do was to ignore him. At least she still had her boots on.

"To hell with the dress," he said. "A good choice. A splendid choice. You are more entertaining than the dancers I usually have to entertain me at meals. And, much more alluring." He moved to his chair and sat. After one last leering smile, he began to eat his meal. He kept his eyes on her, and even as he chewed his food his smile remained.

Yelara could feel his eyes on her. It sickened her to know that he was enjoying himself. She turned around slowly, not looking at him, walked over to the dress and slipped it on over her. She pulled out her chair, sat down and looked away, not wanting to see the satisfaction on Dargus' face.

"Now that wasn't that hard, Yelara. You will find that pride is something that will only get you hurt around me. You might as well start divesting yourself of all your willfulness and pride now. Now, if you are nice to me, I will be nice to you. I mean, is it really so hard being the boss on your shift? Or those quarters? Is it really so difficult to live in such opulence? I've shipped a crate of new clothing for you as well. It should be waiting for you now. Cooperate with me and you will be rich beyond your wildest dreams, not to mention the wild times we will have in bed." He gave her another one of his smiles. "Now, eat something. I had it specially prepared." He slid a plate toward her.

Yelara stared at the food. She was ravenous, not having eaten for almost two days, but she hated taking orders from Dargus. She kept eyeing the food, salivating, but refused. "It's probably poisoned," she said jokingly.

"I can't fuck your brains out if I poison it, can I?" He shook his head and took a bite from her plate. "Tasty. And, not poisoned."

Yelara tried to force back a smile. It just seemed comical to her, Dargus being the evil man that he was, trying to convince her to eat. It was as if Yelara was a finicky child and Dargus was her mother trying to coax her into eating her supper.

Yelara couldn't hold back and let her mouth form into a smile, with a chuckle escape from her lips.

"Beautiful smile," he said. "Now, come and eat. And, after that I have another plan for that lovely mouth of yours." He handed her a fork with an encouraging nod. "You will see that tomorrow will be quite a better day. Well, for everyone except for maybe Toran." He laughed softly as the images of the man's punishment formed in his mind. "Would you like to know what will happen to him?"

"What do you mean 'what will happen to him'?" Yelara's smile faded. She didn't like the sound of what Dargus had just said.

"I will have Mer'rrar, such an obedient bodyguard, rip his arm off in front of the entire shift. I assure you, after that you will have no more problems with any of them. Once they know you have my favour, they won't raise a voice or lift a finger against you."

Yelara covered her mouth and slid her chair back quickly. She stumbled from the table and turned away, swallowing hard, and trying not to vomit in front of Dargus as she pictured the Wookiee tearing out Toran's arm. The thought of it was sickening enough; Yelara only hoped she didn't have to be there to witness it.

Dargus laughed again, a mirthless laugh filled only with hate and the joy of forcing others to suffer. "My people should know better than to behave like that. They all know my temper. They won't trouble you ever again after your second break tomorrow."

Yelara breathed heavily and turned back around. "You're not really going to do it, are you?" she asked, still feeling sick.

"Of course I am," he said jovially. "Lessons must be learned. They will quake when they see Mer'rrar on the flight deck. He has gained a reputation among my syndicate." He watched her for a moment, and then shook his head. "Now, come back and sit. Tell me how much you like your new home."

Yelara had completely lost her appetite now. She couldn't fathom how Dargus could be so calm about tearing someone's arm out. She slowly walked back to the table, keeping her distance from Dargus, and sat down.

"The quarters are fine, thank you," she said unconvincingly.

"I am glad to hear that, but I can see something is still bothering you. Toran won't lose his arm completely. I'll have it replaced with a cybernetic one. He'll even be able to lift heavier equipment for you. But the pain will remind him not to cause you any trouble. Perhaps tomorrow night we can entertain ourselves by watching the holovid I will have made of the event."

Yelara cringed for a moment, then said quietly, "I want to gain their respect, Dargus, not have them forced into giving it. And now how will it look if you do punish him? They'll know I came running to you for help. It'll make them hate me even more."

"And, if they hate you, I'll have them killed. They've worked for me, they know me well enough to not cross me. You will have their respect. I imagine they would kiss your lovely feet if you gave them the chance. I know how to keep my employees in line."

Yelara sat back in her chair. She still didn't like the idea of punishing the workers. She would have reacted the same way they reacted to her if she had been in their position.

Yelara hoped Dargus would eat forever. As long as he was occupied, she was safe from him. Maybe tonight he would let her go without taking her to his bed.

"I could just have Mer'rrar rip all their arms out. Cybernetic replacement would be expensive, but they'd learn their lessons. And, Mer'rrar would love that. Your job here will be quite pleasant from now on after this." With a smile, he shoved the last morsel of food into his mouth and then looked up at Yelara with a wolfish grin.

Yelara looked down at the empty plate and her expression turned grim. "No, that's ok. I think one person is enough," she said, sounding distant. Her stomach began to turn, knowing that look on Dargus' face.

She quickly slid out of her chair and began walking around the room. "This is a nice dining hall," she said, trying to make conversation.

"It is, isn't it? One of my favourite rooms on my ship. Though, tomorrow my ship will be in a different location. Keeps those who would wish me harm guessing. Though, the view out the windows will be just as lovely. I never take my ship anywhere less than beautiful." He settled himself back in his chair. "So what did you do today? What sort of ships required repairs from my lovely new foreman?"

Yelara gave a relieved sigh when she realized Dargus actually wanted to converse with her. "Well, I didn't get to work on ships much today. I was busy getting the hang of things, finding out how things worked around there. I'm sure once I get adjusted, I'll have more time to actually get my hands dirty." Yelara tried to sound genuine when she asked, "So, what did you do today?" Yeah, like I care, she thought to herself.

"Oh, I started a war with Gorda the Hutt," he said with a smile. "Stupid slug killed one of my men. Oh he'll pay for that. I shall wipe the plains of Nal Hutta with his dessicated body. I even spoke with High Prince Airan. He doesn't like me very much, but few people do. It was quite a busy day."

Yelara nodded her head enthusiastically, trying to look interested. She couldn't have cared less what he was talking about; she just didn't want his hands on her.

He picked up the credit chip that had been sitting next to his plate. "Here," he said as he tossed it to her. "For you."

She quickly reached out her hands and caught the object. She turned it over in her hand and examined it. "What's this for?"

"Well there's a reader in the far wall there," he said with a smile. He would have her before the night was over. "Why don't you take a peek for yourself?"

Yelara looked at him suspiciously, then reluctantly walked over to the wall, slipping the credit chip into the slot. She looked at the numbers that popped up and her eyes shot wide open. "Whoa! You have 12, 000 credits in your pocket?"

"Had," he corrected. "Those twelve thousand credits are now in your pocket." He laughed and made himself more comfortable. He almost had her. Shower them with presents, and they'll do whatever you want. And, credits worked even better.

Yelara looked at him, then quickly pulled the credit chip out of the reader. She walked over to the table and slammed the chip down onto it. "I don't want your money, Kandran. I'm not some prostitute." Yelara didn't like having money served to her like that. She was used to earning it and was not going to take it, especially not from Dargus.

"No, of course you're not," he said. "Prostitutes make their money having sex. I'm just giving it to you for nothing. It's transferred into your account anyway. Don't bother trying to give it back, I'll just transfer it in again." He leaned forward. "When you're not a stubborn bitch and defiant, you're actually pleasant to have around. The money is yours."

Yelara sighed. There was no way to win with Dargus. She grabbed the chip in her hand and nodded her head. "Am I wrong, or did you just compliment me, Dargus Kandran," she asked coyly.

"It was a compliment."

Yelara could see Dargus' eyes scanning her up and down. The inevitable was about to become reality. She walked slowly up to him and sat down onto his lap. "Well, thanks, I guess."

"See, now that's much better." He kissed her, savouring her taste and the sweetness of her lips. "That wasn't too hard was it? A little kindness goes a long way with me." He pulled her into a tight embrace and smiled as warmly as he could.

Yeah, not so hard for you, you big jerk, she thought as she straddled him and began running her fingers through his hair. "Kindness. Just like the kindness you've shown me these past two days."

"Yes, kindness," he said. "Even my type of lowlife likes a little kindness from our lovers." He scooped her into his arms and started toward the bedroom with her. But then she stopped him.

Yelara had seen enough of Dargus' bedrooms. She slipped out of his arms and walked slowly towards the table. "You know, I think tables are a multi-functional piece of furniture," she said before she shoved all the plates and silverware onto the floor, causing a storm of crashing and clanging. She then hopped onto the table, sat down and spread her legs wide open. "Well, Kandran? Now's no time to be shy."

Dargus gave her another wolfish grin and crossed over to her with long strides. He had her in his arms in an instant. "Good girl," he purred. "Now you're coming around. Ready for a little fun?" He kissed her passionately as his hands caressed her body. After a moment, he deftly untied the straps holding her dress and let it fall around her waist. He lifted her free of the table and let the dress fall the rest of the way to the floor. His kisses found her breasts and he sucked and nibbled at her nipples.

Yelara moaned quietly as Dargus began sucking on her breasts. She hated being with him, but she was a human being and couldn't help but feel a little pleasured. Yelara ran her hands down Dargus' back and began caressing his rear. That was her favorite part of the body on a man. Well, almost her favorite.

"You are quite beautiful, Yelara," he said. "Especially when you're fucking me." He gave her a grin. "So, how do you want it?"

Yelara gripped the edge of the table with her hands and answered, "Straight up, Dargus." She wrapped her legs around his waist tightly and used them to pull him in closer. "And don't call me beautiful in the heat of passion. You might not mean it."

"I never go with women who aren't beautiful," he said.

He liked toying with her. When she wasn't defiant that was. But he would break that. He would make her beg him, and she would never want to leave. She would need him like an addict needed spice. He would bring her to the brink several times, and then slowed himself. She would cum when he wanted her to. He would control her in all things.

Now she had to figure out how to be just as strong. He was testing her resolve, enjoying the game they both knew they were playing. Yelara moaned in anticipation, waiting for Dargus to begin, but he smiled, knowing she ached for him, but wouldn't deliver.

She firmly gripped him by the hair and brought his head down between her legs. "If you won't do it the usual way, how 'bout something different, huh?" Dargus couldn't help but smile. He loved that fire in her soul. He didn't mind this at all. In fact, he could toy with her even more this way.

His touch was gentle, almost as a if it were a feather. He traced along her thighs, and up closer to her mound. Then he pulled away again. She would beg him before the night was through. He would win and she would be his. He would conquer her as he conquered everything else. He would make her completely his. He kept his taunting with his tongue, close and then drift away. He could tell he was affecting her. So very close to domination.

Yelara was getting impatient. He was toying with her on purpose and she knew it. She wasn't about to let him think he was in total control. She suddenly pushed his head away and held him at a distance with her foot. "If you want to play, we can play, Dargus. But I'll win. Always." Her chest was heaving and her heart beating uncontrollably as she looked at him, needing him, wanting him whether she hated him or not. His touch was soft, his hands delicate upon her skin. She may have hated him, but she liked how he pleased her and now that was all that mattered. She wanted to tackle him to the ground, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction of making her beg for it. She was trembling in anticipation, wanting to feel his lips on her thighs again. She couldn't take it anymore. She cried out in agony and yelled, "Dargus, please! I'll do anything you want, just ... please!"

Yelara had finally given in to Dargus. She knew it might have been a mistake, but she was tired of resisting. She'd struggled all her life, and for once, she wanted something to come easily to her. Dargus could give her everything she wanted, and he would. He would give it to her, and she would take it.

Dargus gave her a grin that clearly showed his victory. He entered her slowly, made love to her slowly. He could feel her giving herself to him and it filled him with the power he loved so much. He had won. Though, he knew that a change had come over them both. He put it out of his mind and focused on pleasing her.

This also brought Yelara to a new path in her life. She was no longer the poor, struggling mechanic. She had embarked on a new destiny and this man was the reason.

There was definitely a change, and Dargus Kandran liked that change. He was in control again. He held her close, pressed to him. He traced his fingers over the bird tattooed onto her hip. "It's a very pretty tattoo," he said. "I like tattoos on women. It's sexy."

Yelara's expression turned grim. "Yeah ... it's, uh, it's a family emblem. I had it tattooed on just after my parents died. Murdered is a more accurate term," she added coldly.

"I see," he said. "To remember or honour them?"

"It keeps their memory alive, yes. But it also keeps the anger and rage fresh in my mind. Every time I look at it, I remember my purpose in life and that's to make sure another little girl doesn't have to stand and watch as her parents are brutally murdered."

Dargus' touch was comforting to her. She didn't want it to be, but it was. Being there with him, gave her strength somehow. It was almost as if the power and control he exuded had somehow permeated her. Every time they were together, she felt more in control and more focused. She liked that feeling, a feeling only he gave to her. It was like an addiction. The more she was with him, the more she realized what he could do for her. He would be one powerful ally, and having him by her side would bring her leaps and bounds closer to her goal: beating down the Empire until they begged for mercy, just as she had done with Dargus tonight.

"I am sorry for your loss," he said. "But, I can make everything better."

He let his hands explore her body. "You will want for nothing. I'll give you a good life. But, you have to respect me, and not defy me. If you are good, you won't be hurt again. You are mine now, and I will protect you. Walk with your head held high."

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