"Changes"
by Zale Tregat - Crimelord and Businessman
Location: His Thanatos Headquarters
Date: 7 Praeda 4ABY
The face of the planet had changed so much in such a short span of time. On
the surface, the government had been replaced by the oppressive Imperial
regime that Palpatine had spread as far as he could touch. The bastion of
neutrality had finally fallen, and the shining gem of the outer rim had been
shattered. And, then below the surface in the rank underworld he'd plied
for so long, the death of Dargus Kandren had unsettled everything. And, now
the vacuum was being filled by the scum that was left, himself included.
"No," Zale Tregat snapped into the comm, "I told you I want the starport.
Rennor Karradas will sell it. We just need to find his price. I want you
to make the prospect of holding onto it an unpleasant one for him. If you
do anything to him personally, make sure his fiancée is nowhere near."
"But, Zale, she's just more competition..."
Zale growled. "That's none of your concern. Just do it. I don't want her
involved. Just help him change his mind about the starport."
"It will be done, Zale."
Zale clicked the comm closed and leaned back in his chair. There was so
much to be done, and the chaos brought on by recent changes would provide
the perfect atmosphere for what he planned. Though, he wasn't the only one
making plans for the Tae'Karada crimeworld. The Tarabassic Syndicate had
been making its presence felt for some time now, and a Hutt had moved in
once the High Prince had been eliminated. Jadda the Hutt.
Zale frowned. He didn't like the Hutts. Aside from their other
unpleasantness, he didn't like their style of doing business. And, he
didn't like that Hutt money would be competing with his own in taking over
New Plouton. At least there was only one, but that one was set up well. It
would be a difficult fight, more so with the addition of Oot Kovan.
He hadn't been able to figure the Twi'lek out. There was something
different about her, and not because she surrounded herself with droids.
She wasn't like he was, or the Hutt. He'd have to find out more about her.
Though, considering how she was set up, that could prove to be difficult.
Perhaps he could get one of her droids reprogrammed, and then let it act as
a spy for him. He would have to see to that immediately.
He was about to place the comm call when the door to his office slid open
and Moril, his assistant walked in carrying a datapad. "This just came for
you, Boss," he said. "No routing information and no indication of who sent
it. It's clean of anything nasty though."
Zale took the device and looked it over. "Thanks," he said. "Get in touch
with Trad. I want to get ahold of one of the Tarabassic droids. We need a
spy on the inside."
Moril nodded. "Right away." He turned and vanished from the office.
Zale turned the datapad over in his hands, wondering who would send him an
anonymous message. Only one way to find out, he told himself and activated
the screen. The message scrolled up and Zale cocked an eyebrow at it. He
laughed softly as he read through it again.
"I've seen you with her," it said. "If you know what's good for you, you'll
stay away. She doesn't need the likes of you ruining her. She needs a man
who loves her, and your kind can't do that, not as she deserves. Keep away
from Kaysa Zenarr, or you will rue the day you laid eyes on her."
Zale frowned but it didn't last and quickly turned into another laugh. It
wasn't often he got threats, especially such poorly written ones as this.
So Kaysa had an admirer. He wasn't certain who it could be, but knew that
it was not Rennor. The man was as observant as a Bespin gas bat. He
wouldn't be aware of anything untoward happening with his fiancée. No, it
was someone else. Another man she'd picked up who'd gotten too possessive?
Or someone else? Something else that bore investigation.
He smiled to himself. Well, it was time to track down Kaysa again. It'd
been too long since their first meeting. He knew she hadn't married yet.
With the blockade and Imperial takeover, Rennor had postponed the wedding.
And, Zale had still seen Kaysa out and around in New Plouton. He wondered
if she'd be out on the streets and clubs tonight.
"Changes, Part II"
Xander Croft - Imperial Commander
Location: Tregat Thanatos Headquarters
Date: 7 Praeda 4ABY
Croft inched forward and finally landed in the corridor just outside the main audience chamber of Tregat's. He hoped this would work. He had watched the assistant leave - looking very worried. It meant that his master had asked for the impossible and now he had to try to solve it.
"Well my friend - that's why I am here," he purred under his breath. He pressed in the codes next to the door and strode in.
"Zale Tregat? I have a proposition for you. I want to work for you."
"Treason has its price"
by Jadda the Hutt - Crimelord
Khorgh Saarek - Smuggler (NPC written by Jadda)
Location: Thanatos, Jadda the Hutt's Palace
Date: Praeda 7 - 4 ABY
His base of operations had been set. He had found his kind of scum on the untrustworthy location of Thanatos, where he had chosen to get a quite large Palace built in just for him, built one season earlier as he had planned for a long time to go to Chimaeria. The only problem was that he was perhaps too close to one of his competitors. But the Hutt was not scared by the competition and even with them close by he would not stand down from this luxurious territory just waiting to be claimed by the strongest Crime Empire.
Jadda's Palace, made under his taste and arrangements, as he had done the supervision of the plans himself, was all he expected and more. Here he had all he would need. Even Jabba did not have such luxury in his palace... The immense round shaped building was made in a strong metal alloy ornamented with spikes. Two large double blast doors were the only entrance and whoever knocked would be greeted by a perimeter droid, before being admitted or not.
Once inside, a large corridor, ornamented with a marble floor and torches led to a main room where Jadda would give audiences, when he pleased, to whoever he would want to receive. There, at the end of the corridor, a garrison of Noghri Assassin Guards stood loyal to serve their master, Jadda. Once passed those would there be a series of adjacent rooms where Jadda would have parties or rest whenever he needed.
A private Jizz band would animate any parties Jadda would host and a separate one led to the dungeons where his enemies would die slowly and in pain, if not until he fed them to his pet rancor. Also he had his luxurious sail barge which he used only when necessary. Not that Jadda could not conduct business from where he was now, even in other systems, but sometimes he could use transportation to another location.
At the present time, Jadda was hearing an excuse from a smuggler that went by the name of Khorgh Saarek. This particular one had gone to him offering his skills as a smuggler to get past the Imperial Blockade as he did not spare compliments to brag himself capable of surpassing any Imperial Starpilot. As it were, Jadda gave him an opportunity to transport some Spice and weapons to the nearby system of Nal'Hutta. But the smuggler was not able to pass the blockade and let go of the cargo in outer space, only to be picked up by Imperials.
Once Jadda learned of this he was disappointed as to the smuggler's actions and requested the amount of credits he lost plus taxes and income. A total of plus 20% of what Jadda would profit in money had the smuggler achieved his goal. Of, course the smuggler had not that amount of money so he could not pay up the debt required of him.
"But Jadda... It was not my fault! How was I to know they were still running Imperial sweeps in the system?! My ship is fast enough but up against TIE Advanced is suicide!" Khorgh explained.
"Doh leech uck naagha boo dappa... Lacka cheena erck daarkanoor," Jadda replied simply and yet with a frown. He did not like excuses. Excuses were for the weak! Jadda's protocol droid translated what he had said. "Master Jadda says that is your problem not his. You should have thought about your stakes before accepting the job."
"You're talking about my life here!" Korgh bursted. "Besides you're asking for money I don't have. And it is not fair for me to pay plus 20% on top of your earnings... I don't have half a million credits!"
"Urgh sucraa..." Jadda laughed. "MYORN DARPAA! Rackanoo dyiee surgh donoo buo... Donoo buo ilch docknae! Daer muchro sarkoo billapa deecko tchinga credits..." he replied. Again the droid translated Jadda's words. "Your life... My money! You will pay up... You will pay up or die! And it is 475 000 credits..."
"Like I said... Money I do not have..." Korgh Saarek reminded. "But I will work for you again for one free cargo transportation in trade of having lost this deal," he offered.
"Dracnaa too muchka daabe! BOSKA!" Jadda shouted as he pressed a button, only to send Khorgh down a shaft into the lair of Rancor, where he served Jadda only as entertainment as he and his minions watched from top now that the floor had opened to reveal a metal grid from where they could watch Rancor dismember and eat the smuggler only accompanied by the human screams of pain.
A few minutes afterwards all had ended and the floor closed itself again under Jadda's command. One less scum smuggler who caused Jadda to lose money and shipment. "Treason has its price..." he spoke out for the others to listen. As it were, Jadda was able to speak other languages also, but often used his own.
"Visions and Goals"
by Admiral Tarkin - Imperial Sector General
Location:Former Royal Palace, Arcadia (New Imperial Outpost)
Date: 7 Praeda - 4ABY
He had done well. Even the Emperor had greeted him so and given him a higher ranking in his Secret Order. He was able to complete the task asked of him, and even perform better than expected of him. After months of blockade the planet had become weaker, and with some Intel work done well, he was able to surpass the planetary shielding and defeat the royal family and its allies. Few had escaped, and those who did were not strong enough to set a threat to his force.
He was now installed in the former Royal Palace in Arcadia, which was now the new Imperial Outpost in Chimaeria. Tarkin found it to be well decorated and properly furnished. A true place worthy for him to station himself, although he would not let go of his Super Star Destroyer, the Nemesis. As it were the huge ship stayed above the planet, under his direct command, patrolling to make sure no Rebel factions would counterstrike.
He had received a shipment of the latest TIE Defenders. Ships with the capability to cloak themselves from the human eye as well as radar. They had been most conclusive as to them winning the war for the control of Chimaeria. Tarkin saw to it that several squadrons would patrol the palace as well as he had several sweeps made to make sure no traps were installed.
He then contacted the Emperor who was most pleased to see that the planet was under the influence of the Empire. Also Tarkin had learned that there were Crimelords using their operations in New Plouton. Well, he did not care too much about them as none of them would thirst for control over the planet. Perhaps over the region of the Financial Hub but surely no further. And they could even be an asset and strong allies, although Tarkin would never trust them.
He then foresaw the most classified plans for the new Deathstar. A project most similar to the first one, which had been conducted by his brother who had died in its explosion. Apparently this one had an even greater design as well as bigger firepower. Plus, it was being constructed secretly near the forest moon of Endor and was protected by a deflector shield powerful enough to stop any firepower the Rebels might have. The Emperor was closer than ever to total control and the end of the Rebellion.
But even though Tarkin respected Emperor Palpatine and even shared the same vision as to the Empire's ultimate goal, he thought the Emperor as well as Darth Vader to be blinded by a goal of the destiny of one Skywalker and his friends. So perhaps they were important names in the Rebellion but not the only strong sides that had to be stopped. Tarkin knew only of one man who was alike him. Admiral Thrawn...
"Thoughts over Actions"
by Admiral Tarkin - Imperial Sector General
Location: Imperial Outpost - Arcadia (former Royal Palace)
Date: 7 Praeda 4ABY
He sat himself in what used to be the throne in the throne room. He could not help but grin wickedly, as here he could be more than the high prince himself used to be. After all, as he held the position he did, he was better off. He did not have but one planet but a whole lot of them all under his command and all following the Imperial ways.
He thought about it... He knew the Galactic Empire was very close to a total dominance over the Galaxy, as they were almost complete with the second Death Star, the ulimate weapon capable of destroying a whole planet with one single shot. Upon its completion it would bring this war to an end and put the Empire as the all powerful superpower that would rule the other systems over the fear. It was the right way to rule, it was the Tarkin Doctrine.
Just alike would he rule this system. Residents would live out of fear. Fear of crossing the rules he would impose, fear of crossing the Empire and fear of treason and fear of an alliance with the Rebellion. And it would all go under his laws and his orders... But the Emperor was too darkened by his visions of the Dark Side of the Force.
And not that Tarkin did not believe in the force or had not seen Jedis and Sith in his time, but those were dead and hidden religions at this time and the true power was in the technology and power dealt with a firm steel grip. This was the way he saw things should be. And even as a member of the Emperor's Secret Order, he would consider himself more apt as to decide what was and what was not.
Palpatine and Vader were too tunnel sighted he thought. Not people of true vision like him or his brother or even the one man with the same vision, Admiral Thrawn. This latter one was one to be feared just as Tarkin, and even in the Imperial Senate would people speak that Tarkin and his late brother as well as Thrawn sought more than what the Empire had to offer, that they were clearly thirsting to be leaders of a new Empire and overthrow Palpatine.
Of course Tarkin could not agree and neither would Thrawn of his brother, as they were all considered highly by the Emperor himsef, but this was not totally off. Indeed did he consider himself a man capable to be the leader of a new order, but this was not his plan as he already was... almost. After all, the Emperor did deposit enough trust and power into his hands enough for him to do as he pleased. And more now than ever, as he had taken care of the planet of Chimaeria as requested.
He narrowed his eyes and rubbed his fingers in his chin. He had indeed greater plans. And he knew that after the Death Star II was complete he would get what he wanted...
"Loss of Lifestyle"
by Kal'Aran - Jedi Master
and Alisson Blair - Jedi in training
Location: Arcardia Streets and New Plouton
Date: Praeda 7 - 4ABY
After the Empire had entered the city, Alisson and Kal'Aran were forced to leave. As a former royal personal bodyguard to the High Prince and Princess, Alisson wanted to protect them. Alas the High Prince would not have it so and had her exit the palace and take her Slave II Vessel with her. She and her Master, Kal'Aran, were forced to leave the palace right before the Imperials forced their way into it.
As it were, only they and a few more escaped the tyranny of Admiral Tarkin. The High Prince was killed as well as most aids and guards. Now only a handful from the royal house, and most of those had escaped to other regions of the Galaxy seeking to join the Rebellion and offering their power and money to aid their cause.
Well, she and Kal'Aran were now in Arcadia. A place that was becoming more and more dangerous to stay in since the Empire was making their presence more noticed with their Stromtroopers roaming around the city, patrolling for any possible foes. It seemed the man behind the control, Admiral Tarkin was running the planet as he was known: ruthlessly.
"We should leave this location. No need to be where we can be found. The Empire is becoming more and more noticed in this region of Chimaeria..." Kal'Aran said. "Perhaps New Plouton would be a better choice."
Alisson was still shocked at her past life taken away from her and her lifestyle destroyed. "I cannot believe it is all gone. That everything I staood for is now but a memory and that the Empire now controls the planet," she replied.
Kal'Aran sighed. "I have seen many beliefs and worlds come to an end in my time Alisson. Capitals and worlds have been shattered to become what the Empire made of them. In this time there is a need to maintain strength. The life you knew has changed, no doubt, but one must adapt and overcome."
"The Jedi order has hidden itself in order to survive and to this day it lives in secrecy..." she reminded herself as her Master was part of this, as so was she now. "Tomorrow is a new day and we shall yet live to see the day when the Empire is overthrown and peace is regained."
"I can only hope that your optimism is correct, and hope to see that day come soon." Kal'Aran nodded with an encouraging smile. "Now we should find a place in a new region."
"New Plouton is being fought over by criminal factions I hear..." Alisson told Kal'Aran. "Even the Hutts have made their presence noticed. It seems all have interest in that region."
"I would rather face chances over the Hutts than the Empire, and besides, New Plouton is large and having several factions means they ought to be preoccupied with one another rendering us the chance to become unnoticed," Kal'Aran argumented.
"Very well then. I have a place in the Yesdol District I use once in a while. We can go there. No one knows I own it as I only used it a couple of times yet..."
"Very well then. We shall go there," Kal'Aran concluded as they left in Alisson's Starship towards Chimaeria's financial hub.
"New Horizons"
by Zale Tregat
Xander Croft
and Moril Astren [NPC]
Location: Tregat's Thanatos Headquarters
Date: 7 Praeda 4ABY
Zale looked over the man standing in front of him with an appraising gaze. That the man stood in his office unannounced sent warning bells off in his head. He would need to speak with Moril about security. If people were walking in off the street and into his office, there were problems.
"Zale Tregat? I have a proposition for you. I want to work for you."
"And, who are you," Zale asked with a smile.
"Jak Kalds at your service, sir. I'm a rather good bounty hunter ... or bodyguard. Of which you seem to need both." He smiled at the man in front of him. This would be his greatest feat yet - if he could get employment.
"Do I?" Zale asked. "My bodyguards are men and women who have been in my service for the last five years. They have proven their loyalty to me and my organization on countless occasions." He looked the man over carefully, scrutinizing every detail. "I might be able to use your services as a bodyguard if you're good. How will you prove your worth to me, Jak Kalds?"
"Well...I got in here didn't I?" Croft moved around a bit, testing the floor, and looking out for any obvious booby traps. He did it with a smile on his face. "Send in your best body guard or bounty hunter. I'll make mincemeat of him, whatever he is."
Zale frowned. "So, you plan to show your worth to me by killing my best man?" He shook his head. "If that's how you want to test your worth, you really should talk to the Hutts. If you want to show your worth to me, I'll give you a job working security at one of my facilities. If you're good, you might be able to work your way up the ladder. There are no easy roads into my organization. What will it be?"
"Sir, your precious bodyguards could not prevent me from killing you now and collecting that fat bounty that the Hutts have offered. I assure you - there is no other like me, and for that matter without me at your side you won't live long enough to find out." He was bluffing, of course. He had never spoken to the Hutts, but he thought it was a nice touch.
A slow smile crept across Zale's face as he leaned forward. "If I thought you a threat to my life, you would not be in this room alone with me now. I think you value your own worth too highly." Zale stood, in doing so he triggered the room's defensive systems. "Who are you working for, Kalds? You want this job far too much to just be someone who likes being a bodyguard. Any man who ASKS to guard my body is only seeking to betray me. All my bodyguards are men I have selected because I trust them, and they have proven themselves to me. You have done neither, and yet you still wish to protect me. Either you are very stupid, or you think me so." Zale crossed his arms over his chest and fixed his gaze on the man before him. "I'm feeling generous today. Turn and walk away, and I will forget all about you. But, if you refuse to leave, you will only force me to leave your carcass for the windrats."
"Oh I think you'll find that your defenses are quite useless. However you do have a point in your favor. I owe you an explanation. I'm trying to get close to the Hutts. They...owe me money. Now I can't do that unless I have a legit reason. What better way then at your side? Though, of course once they're dead, I expect that you'll gain quite a nice portion of their...dealings. So it benefits us both. Now ... play nice." He chided. His face had not dropped its grin.
"I don't care if you have written authorization from Emperor Palpatine himself to make every last Hutt your slave," Zale said, his voice cold and menacing. "I don't run a charity, and I'm not out to help every two-bit thug with a grudge against the Hutts. Now, get the hell out of here before I lose my temper." Zale pulled himself up to his full height, which wasn't much taller than Kalds. Yet, as he stood there, he seemed to tower over the other man. "You are out of chances, Mr. Kalds." Two doors at the back of the room opened, and four guards in heavy armour stepped through levelling their blaster rifles at the man. At the front of the room, another door opened revealing two more guards also wearing the heavy armour. "They will escort you back to the street. I'll not have you killed today, but if you dare cross my path again you will find no such hesitation."
Zale nodded once, and the guards at the front of the room each took one of Kalds' arms and pulled him toward the door. By the time they had left the room, the man's yelling was only a vague distraction in Zale's mind. Five minutes later, Moril entered to tell him the guards had deposited the man onto the street and sent him on his way.
"Have his description passed to all security personnel. If he shows here again, shoot him. And, find out which hole he climbed through, and have it closed."
"At once, Zale," Moril said. "I'll have the DNA sample the guards got from the man run through the analyzers. If he passes through a door or window in any of your installations this time tomorrow, we'll know it."
Zale smiled. "Good," he said. "And, now I need to go out. You know how to contact me if any...problems arise."
Moril gave him a nod, and then returned to his desk. After a final look around, Zale left the office and took a speeder back to New Plouton.
"Keeping the Demons At Bay, Part 1"
by Kaysa Zenarr - Owner of Zenarr Inc.
and Zale Tregat - Crimelord and head of Antorial Industries
Location: New Plouton
Date: Praeda 7, 4ABY
***
The wind howled and spiralled within the dark, narrow alleyway, bringing with it wafts of pungent odours that wrinkled her nose. She was vaguely aware of her foot sitting in a puddle of liquid, most likely urine mingled with spilled alcohol, both contributing to the fetid smells permeating the air. The muffled sounds of music coming from within the bar were punctuated with the primal grunts bombarding her ears, and the almost rhythmic dance her body made as it was mashed against the cold, hard wall with every thrust.
His hands were squeezing her breasts as if he were sampling melons at a fruit vendor's stand; his touch lacked all tenderness, much like the act itself. It was moments like these that she was grateful there were stars in the sky to draw her attention away from the reality of the situation and to possess her mind with their beauty.
His heavy breath falling upon her face smelled of too many cigarras and even more Andoan ale. The smell was amplified and more repugnant as it combined with that of the sweat dripping from his brow. She cringed as droplets of perspiration splattered onto her shoulder and rolled down her arm. His movements became more frantic and violent as he neared the brink; he was pumping his cock into her as if her body were merely an empty receptacle waiting to be filled with his juices. That was, in fact, exactly how she felt.
Night after night for months, she'd cruised the bars and opened her legs for anyone. It didn't matter what he looked like or how smooth his pick-up lines; if they offered, she'd let them stick their dicks into her. The void within was growing larger by the moment and all that remained was the lingering regret and guilt. She'd convinced herself that she deserved to be used and violated like she'd done to so many others, and if she let these filthy men fill her to the brim, the guilt and regret might get flushed out. At the moment, though, the void was only expanding and her need growing with it.
She turned her head away as his breathing quickened, and she became even more sickened by the repulsive smell of his breath. Instead of finding liberation from the stench, her nose was assailed with the acrid smell rising from the festering garbage heaps littering the alleyway. Was it the garbage, she thought, or is that merely the smell of my cold, dead heart finally rotting inside of me?
As her head lolled against the wall, the man emitted a sustained groan, coupled with a few final, desperate thrusts before his body finally tensed and he released his load inside of her. His body crumpled against hers as it relaxed again, and he rested his sweat-soaked cheek upon her bare shoulder as he took a moment to recover from the exertion. Then, with as little gentleness as he'd shown throughout the entire act, he pulled out of her quickly and started stuffing his dick back into his pants. Her dress fell back down over her exposed breasts and back down over her legs, but the chill running through her bones the entire evening was still there, and the cold touch from a man she didn't love only made the chill run deeper.
She barely noticed he was still there, but as he drew nearer to her, his heavy breathing became louder, breaking the spell the glittering stars had cast upon her; reality quickly became all too palpable again. The stars still held her gaze, though, and provided some distraction from the warmth growing upon her neck as the man's raspy tongue began licking at her flesh. She tried to suppress the cringe that threatened to shake her body as his mouth suckled her delicate skin.
It seemed sacrilegious to her, having the pure, white glow of the stars illuminating such a vile, impure act. She averted her eyes and clenched them shut as she feared the morbidity of her soul, emanating from her opened eyes, would taint the virtuous light shining down upon her.
Her star... She'd stolen her innocence too those long months ago, corrupted her by shrouding the girl in the darkness permeating her. The difference with Shiv, though, was she managed to break free before she plummeted too far into the abyss. Shiv must have felt the looming darkness consuming her and ran, never turning back. At least her star wouldn't be another victim of the projection of her deep-seeded anger and hate, one that should have been directed at only herself.
And Merrick... He'd gotten away before she had a chance to devastate him, toy with his emotions then toss him aside like she did all the rest of her men. He was different, though; his loss hurt her more than she expected. Even Cadwin's desertion didn't cause the pain Merrick's did, but they were both right to leave her before she ground them down and smothered their fire like one did to the dwindling nub of a cigarra. This night, and those other nights over the past four months had been her crusade to subject herself to the torment she deserved, and she was succeeding.
As she opened her eyes and stared at the strange man whose mouth was ready to envelop hers, feelings of disgust welled up within her. She deserved to suffer like this and knew she was succeeding in accepting that she was doomed to a life that was perpetually spinning out of control. She'd tried to gain the control she lacked by manipulating others, but all she gained in that was more heartache and an increased hatred for herself. It was all, however, precisely the path she'd been leading herself down for years, and this night as well as all the nights to come, were merely a culmination of the life of misery she had doomed herself to.
His tongue finally made its way into her mouth and she gagged as the foul taste of his breath hit her. She gave a muffled protest, then pushed him away, which, with all his enthusiasm in kissing her, took some effort. His mouth continued to reach out as if searching for hers, but she held her hands firmly against his chest and kept him at bay. "Look, it's been fun, but party's over," she said as she forced herself to swallow back the residual taste of his putrid breath.
"Don't worry, I've got enough creds to pay for another go," he responded. His hands eagerly groped for her breasts and he licked his lips hungrily as he reached again for her mouth. "Here," he said as one of his hands disappeared into his pocket and reappeared with a credit chip held in his open palm. "Now spread your legs and the money's yours."
"What?!" she hissed. "I'm not a prostitute you bastard!"
He emitted a deep, guttural laugh as he returned the chip to his pocket and began grinding his hips into hers. "So you mean I get a second spin for free? It's a deal."
She scoffed in disgust and pushed him away again. Swatting at his hands as they squeezed her breasts, she tried to wriggle away as his firm dick pressed against her mound. She had found no pleasure in being with him the first time and there was no point in giving him another go if she was going to be completely bored out of her mind. "Get away from me. You stink and you don't even know which hole to stick your dick into," she snapped.
The man didn't seem phased by her protests and his hands began riding up her dress again. One hand moved to his zipper as he began pulling it down to release his throbbing cock. "One more go, and then I'm done," he said in a voice filled with anticipation, and eyes glazed over with lust as his arousal and need grew.
"Look, you touch me again and I will fucking scream! Now get the hell away from me!" She struck him across the cheek with the palm of her hand, and as she wound up to inflict another blow upon him, he shouted at her and closed his fingers tightly around her wrist.
"Hey! You're the one who let me fuck you! Now you're playing the tease because I've insulted your integrity by mistaking you for a whore?" He laughed at her and twisted her arm as she tried to struggle free. "You're standing in an alleyway fucking a stranger, lady. You have no integrity. Hell, you've sunk far lower than a hooker! At least they know they're sluts."
"Fuck you!" she shouted at him as she kicked him in the shin and began clawing at his face with her free hand. He glowered at her and tried to grab at her flailing hand, but as her nails made contact with his face, he cried out in pain and flung her aside. She stumbled forward and, unable to slow her momentum, she lost her footing and fell to the ground with a grunt. Sharp pain shot through her knees as she hit the ground, splashing stagnant, putrid water into the air. She stared at him through hard eyes, water dripping from her cheeks and the end of her nose.
"We could've had fun if you'd just loosened up," he called out as he staggered drunkenly to the door leading to the inside of the bar. The music from the bar spilled out through the open door and was interrupted by the man's gruff, loud voice hollering back, "Wait 'till I tell the other guys what a good screw you were...and easy too!" His bellowing laughter faded away as he entered the bar and the music once again died down as the door slammed closed behind him.
"Jerk," Kaysa spat under her breath as she lay on the cold, damp floor of the alleyway. She found it fitting that she was now sitting in a cesspool of excrement and waste like the rest of the vermin crawling around in the alley. It was where she belonged.
As she stared at her reflection in the large puddle she was wading in, she realized how truly low she had sunk. She had thrown herself into a life of meaningless sex and too much alcohol; it wasn't much different from how she had been living her life before, but this time, she was doing it to punish herself instead of using it as a means to bring order and control to her life. She knew, now, that regaining control of her life was impossible and there was no point in wasting time and energy trying to change things there was no hope of ever remedying.
Kaysa splashed her hand down into the puddle and her visage disappeared in the rippling waves of water. She was drunk and cold and laying in a pool of murky, putrid water, but the sad part was, she knew it's what she deserved.
She pushed herself up onto her knees and finally sat back against the wall. Her dress was wet and torn, and her knees weren't any better off. She had nowhere to go and even if she did, she was content with being alone. "Get used to it, Zenarr, because 'alone' is how you're gonna be spending the rest of days," she whispered while wiping the water from the puddle off her face.
From the dark shadows of the alley, a shape detached itself. Spectre-like, it moved toward the kneeling form of Kaysa Zenarr, and looked down upon her. Above, a sputtering streetlamp cast a circle of yellow light onto the ground, masking everything it touched with a sallow sickliness, Kaysa at its centre.
The shape stopped at the edge of the illuminate and began to take form. As the light gave features where there had been none, a man could be seen. Muscular, with dark skin and darker eyes; hair fell across his shoulders in ropes. He looked down at Kaysa, a mixture of emotions crossing what was normally an impassive, unreadable face. His eyes held, at once, both a hardness and a softness.
Behind him, the door to the bar opened, once again spilling the raucous sounds of revelry. Accompanying the sound was the drunken bravado of men intent on taking advantage of a defenseless woman. A shaft of dirty light stretched out through the centre of the alley as the door was pushed to the limit of its hinges. Laughter echoed off the cold stone walls of the alley, dying out once it hit the two forms standing at the light.
"Yeah, there she is," one of the voices called. "And, looks like she found someone new already. I guess we line up, boys."
Zale Tregat turned from where he stood to face the group of newcomers. His black eyes seemed to absorb all the light of the alley as he regarded the drunken men intent on having some fun. They didn't realize the fun had long ago ended.
"Get back inside," he said, his voice a low rumble.
"Inside, my eye," one of the men said. "She's choice, and she wants it. Look at her. She's practically spreading her legs already!" The rest of the men started making noises that indicated they'd be willing to use force to enforce their claim on Kaysa. One of them even appeared to have already taken his cock from his pants as if he were trying to prime it for action.
From beneath the long coat he wore, Zale pulled out a heavy cylinder. With a flick of the wrist, it snapped out to form a two meter long staff. One of the men started to laugh until he saw an arc of electricity roll over the ends. "I said, get back inside."
The men eyed the staff held in his hands, looked up into Zale's eyes, and then began muttering about needing drinks. They all shuffled back inside, closing the door behind them.
With the touch of a small switch, the staff retracted back inside itself. Zale turned back to Kaysa, who was now looking up at him from the ground. He held a hand out to her. "I guess chance is on our side."
"That, or you've been following me again." Kaysa looked at Zale's outstretched hand, then sighed and looked away. "You should have just let them have me," she said quietly as she pulled her knees up and held them close to her body. "It's a good distraction from...other things."
Zale pulled back his hand and slid it into a pocket in his jacket. His eyes remained on Kaysa as he slowly circled to the other side of her. "So, would you prefer that I leave? They may find bravery in the bottom of their glasses and wish to reclaim you. If you wish their distraction, I can leave you to them." His voice said that was not something he wanted to do, but would if she wished it.
"No," Kaysa replied after returning her gaze to Zale. "I fear I wouldn't be much fun for them. My knees are all scraped up; it'd be difficult to suck their cocks if I can't kneel." Kaysa began laughing softly, but the bitterness in her voice was seeping through like the mucky water that had soaked through her dress. "Do I intrigue you now, Zale? Even in this pathetic state, do you still desire me?"
Zale smiled and moved closer, and squatted before her. "You still intrigue me, Kaysa Zenarr. Now more than ever. I look at you and ask myself what could have driven you to this." He gestured to her lying in the stagnant water. "Yes, you intrigue me. And, I do desire you, but we may have to shower if we're going to do anything about that."
Kaysa eyed Zale inquisitively. "You still wanna be with me after I've been with that filth inside?" Kaysa asked, motioning her head to the door leading to the bar. She shook her head slowly and rested her forehead upon her raised knees. The shame she felt, the disgust that came with allowing dirty, strange men to pollute her body was making it difficult to stare directly into Zale's face. She never could tell what he was thinking or feeling; his eyes refused to betray any of his emotions, and not knowing what he thought of her was worse somehow than knowing. "Everything's just gone so wrong, Zale," she whispered. "How things could have deteriorated this quickly is beyond me."
He held his hand out to her again. "Why don't we go somewhere and talk? We can try to figure out what happened."
Kaysa glanced up at Zale's hand and laughed dryly. "Oh, I'm sure all you wanna do is talk." She stared at his hand for a moment, enough to swallow her pride and gather enough humility to reach out and accept Zale's offering. Finally, she reached out a trembling hand and placed it in his. "I'm cold, Zale," she whispered, the utter defeat she felt expressing itself in her slumped shoulders and the slight quiver in her voice.
Zale helped Kaysa to her feet and smiled as he started working himself out of his jacket. "You were just sitting in a puddle of rancid water," he said. "You're pretty much soaked to the bone. It's to be expected." Once free of the jacket, he held it out for her. "But your chill is from more than the water, isn't it?"
He helped Kaysa wrap the jacket around herself, and then started leading her from the alley, with an arm around her waist. "I have a home not too far from here. We can go there to get you cleaned up and into something warm."
"Judging by the size of this jacket, I doubt any of your clothes would fit me," Kaysa replied. The sarcasm she had attempted to convey in her voice was overshadowed by the dejection that was consuming her. The cold combined with the hopelessness she felt had drained her of any energy left within, and she leaned against Zale for support as they walked. Kaysa, however, staggered more than walked. "I think I drank too much," she muttered as she stumbled momentarily. She took a deep breath after regaining her balance and gazed up at Zale. "Thanks for saving me back there. In the morning, I'll probably be immensely grateful to you. Right now, though, I don't think I would have minded them just having their way with me."
Zale laughed softly. "Well, just think about how you get to spend the night with me, instead of a pack of smelly, drunk men who'll just leave you lying in this alley. Besides, if you're going to punish yourself with sex, at least make it good sex. I'm surprised that one guy managed to find where to stick himself." The chill of the night bit through his shirt and stung the skin, but Zale did his best to ignore the sensations. Kaysa's body, warming within his coat, helped to pass on some much-needed warmth as she pressed against him.
As they moved out onto the street, and headed toward his home, Zale looked at Kaysa again. "What happened?"
"Keeping the Demons At Bay, Part 2"
by Kaysa Zenarr - Owner of Zenarr Inc.
and Zale Tregat - Crimelord and head of Antorial Industries
Location: New Plouton
Date: Praeda 7, 4ABY
***
"I don't know," Kaysa began. She pulled closer to Zale as the air seemed to grow colder around her, but it was the sudden upsurge of memories that really chilled her blood. Shiv's tears, the sight of Merrick walking away from her... If the excessive number of drinks she'd consumed hadn't numbed her senses, she would have been inconsolable by now.
She let her head fall against Zale's arm and closed her eyes as she said, "I've lost it, Zale. Zenarr Inc. is plummeting... It all started with that fucking blockade. But, now, even though it's ended, with the Imps crawling around everywhere and inspecting nearly every ship leaving the system, all my pilots refuse to fly. And because there's no money coming in, I don't even have enough creds to bribe them. Then there's just the little problem of all the cruel and despicable things I've done in my life finally catching up to me, but other than that, nothing much has happened."
He watched her as they walked, taking in what she said and peering between the lines of spoken words. There was much he could guess about Kaysa Zenarr, and much more he couldn't. She liked to keep her life secret, and it showed in her response. "I might be able to offer a little assistance on the business end of things," he said as they rounded the corner before the apartment building in which he lived. "And, maybe I can help keep the rest at bay for a short time."
"The rest, as you put it, has been creeping up on me for a while now and I was too stubborn to do anything about it." Kaysa opened her eyes and straightened up as Zale led them up a flight of stairs leading to the outer door of the complex. "As for business, you never did tell me what you do. Maybe after you're done cleaning the scrapes on my knees and showing me your bed, you can acquaint me with what exactly you do...besides showing up in dark alleyways in time to save helpless women from mobs of drunken men."
Zale laughed. "I only save the helpless women who intrigue me," he said. "And, you do intrigue me, Kaysa Zenarr." When they reached the outer door of the building, he placed his hand into a reader. A red light glowed as the device verified who he was, and then allowed the door to slide open. Still holding Kaysa close, he led the way deeper into the building to a set of stairs. They walked up the stairs together, with Zale helping Kaysa when she stumbled. His apartment was in one of the corners of the building, and he used a keycard and a retinal scanner to get the door open.
The signs of wealth were everywhere in the main room, but not the sort of opulence many of Commerce City's wealthy threw into the faces of all their guests. The apartment, like Zale himself, carried a subtlety.
"Here is one of my homes," he said. "I'm forced to keep several because of my business dealings. And, for security reasons. I use this one primarily. Would you care for the tour now or later?"
Kaysa's eyes slowly surveyed the large room, then she returned her gaze to Zale as a grin spread across her face. "One of your homes?" she asked. "Now I'm really curious as to what you really do, Mr. Tregat." The sound of a possible money-making opportunity rang loudly in Kaysa's ears and her mood suddenly lightened. She moved from Zale's side and stood in front of him while she slowly peeled the long jacket off of her. For some reason, creds always made Kaysa smile, despite their being one of the roots of her present troubles. Still, though, a girl had to delve into any grand opportunity that presented itself. "As for the tour," she said softly as she ran her hand gently along his chest, "why don't we skip that and you can show me straight to your bedroom. That is where you planned on starting the evening, isn't it?"
Zale took the jacket from Kaysa and tossed it onto one of the couches. "This way," he said, taking her hand and leading her through a doorway that led down a short hallway. A door at the end of the hall slid open at their approach, revealing a large room with a single bed dominating its centre. The bedding was made of black satin, and seemed to beckon Kaysa and Zale closer.
He led the way past the bed, toward a door on the far side of the room. "First stop on the tour is over here," he said. "A shower that was designed to be useful to people who don't like showering alone. And, once we're both nice and clean, we'll go test that bed out together. And, then I'll let you know anything you want about me."
Kaysa smiled as the tension and dejection began slipping away. Her chance encounter with Zale that night four months ago in the bar was proving more fruitful the longer she stared at the enormity of his bedroom -- hopefully a direct correlation to the enormity of his bank account.
She giggled quietly and jumped into Zale's arms. "I want to know all about you, Zale Tregat, like just how many times you can go at it in one night," she said. Her legs were wound tightly around his waist and her lips were mercilessly scouring his face. "You certainly know how to brighten a woman's rather dank and gloomy night, Tregat," she whispered into his ear as she moved her kisses to his neck.
Zale laughed. "It's the least I could do," he said. "And, after we get out of that shower we'll see just how many times I can go in a night." He leaned close to her ear, brushing it gently with his lips. "Though, as a warning, I wouldn't plan on getting much sleep tonight if I were you."
As he entered the bathroom, he tapped a series of buttons in a panel next to the large shower and immediately the hot water started pouring out of a recessed nozzle built into the wall. As the water ran, he moved toward the counter with Kaysa to use as a brace. He unwrapped her legs from around his waist and glanced down at her mound, visible with her dress pushed up to her hips. He looked up into her eyes and slid the dress higher. She lifted her arms, and he pulled the garment free, leaving Kaysa completely naked before him. He ran his hands up her thighs and then leaned in to kiss her.
As they kissed, her hands worked at getting his clothes off. Her nimble fingers were quite deft at removing a man from his clothes, and soon Zale stood in a pile of fabric as his lips fed from Kaysa's.
He lifted her from the counter and they moved together into the warm spray of the shower. He grabbed a handful of gel from the dispenser and began rubbing it into Kaysa's skin. He looked into her eyes as his hands still played across her flesh. "It's amazing how the simple act of showering can be such a sensuous experience when shared."
"Especially when shared between two extremely sexually driven people," Kaysa added. The soap washing over the open wounds on her knees began to sting, but Zale's gentle and arousing touch overshadowed any discomfort she was feeling. She reached over and dispensed some of the gel into her own hands and began lathering it onto Zale's chest. She continued planting kisses onto his neck and closed her eyes as all the tension in her seemed to wash away into the drain below. Once again, she felt herself surrendering to Zale's touch, to his imposing presence; everything was in disorder and her life gone awry, but Zale's firm, yet gentle touch seemed to make everything fall into place again. "Oh, thank you, Zale," she whispered. Her body went limp with the tranquility and sense of complete abandon possessing her. She wrapped her arms around Zale's neck and let her body fall against his, giving herself over to him completely.
Zale's hands worked at Kaysa's muscles, and he could feel the knots of tension loosening. She'd really gotten herself worked up, but his touch was driving that away. He held her to him as he washed the last of the soap from her body. He kissed her deeply, just letting the water cascade over them. He could feel her body moving slightly against the erection he pressed into her belly as they clung to each other.
He shut off the water and pulled a couple towels from the rack beside the shower. Still holding Kaysa to him, he began drying her off. Part of what he did almost seemed ritualistic, as she seemed to give herself over to him. And, yet in the control she gave to him, he served her by bathing and drying her. It was an odd mix of give and take, and he liked it. He definitely liked the interplay between himself and Kaysa. Perhaps that's what drew him to her, and she to him.
"Are you feeling any better," he asked, his lips again at her ear.
"Physically? Much better," she replied. She moaned quietly at Zale's touch and felt herself completely melting away. The urge to have the fierce conflict within her settled grew, and Zale was strong enough to do it, he was commanding enough to silence the raging in her mind. He had to be, for Kaysa knew she'd given up the battle, and was now consumed in the struggle to maintain whatever lingering thread of sanity that existed in her. Zale could make it go all away; if he knew, he could make it all melt away like he had her physical anguish, and maybe bring her some peace. "She left me, you know," Kaysa said quietly. "She just picked up, and ran. And I let her."
Zale nodded slowly. "Shiv?" He helped her from the shower and started to slowly dry himself as well. "Tell me about what happened."
Kaysa nodded her head slowly and laughed ruefully. "What happened was she finally saw through me, figured out I would only end up destroying her. She was right... I don't love her. Even if I did, it would have been so easy for me to manipulate her for my purposes, then leave her to tend to the wounds." Kaysa looked into Zale's eyes. They were still neutral and she found comfort in that; at least his eyes would mask how much he truly did despise her. "I didn't think she'd actually run. I thought I had her wound so tightly that she could never leave me. I was wrong, just like I was about everything."
"Do you think she loved you?" he asked as he scooped her into his arms and carried her out into the bedroom. "Or rather, do you think she thought she loved you? Do you think that shattered?" He moved to the bed and set Kaysa within its satin embrace. "I think she was wound pretty tight, and I don't think she'd be gone for good. Not if she truly does care for you. And, the look in her eyes said she cared a lot."
"It doesn't matter," Kaysa said bitterly. "She's gone and for her own damn good. She should stay away from me. If you hadn't noticed yet, I'm extremely self-destructive and when things get out of control, I tend to lash out at others to make me feel better. It's how it's always been." Kaysa laughed quietly and rolled onto her stomach. The satin sheets against her skin felt like a million tiny hands smoothing across her flesh and caressing her relentlessly. She moaned softly as she moved against the sheets, rubbing her mound against the bed and glancing up at Zale. "I don't wanna talk about how screwed up I am, Zale. I've known about that for years and nothing's gonna change it now." She smiled at him and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. She spread her legs apart and ran one hand along her chest, down to her stomach and finally stopping at her crotch where she began rubbing it sensuously. "What are you waiting for, Zale," she said with a grin. "Dominate me like I know you do so well. I want you to belittle me, take advantage of my vulnerability, make me beg if you want... Just control me, Zale."
Zale watched Kaysa as he slid along her side, running a hand over her back as she continued working at her mound with one hand, still on hands and knees waiting for him. He moved between her legs and began running his hands down her spine and over her butt. She was moaning gently, and moving gently with the motions of her own masturbation. He slid a hand under her and up to her breasts to fondle and pinch them. She moaned again at his touch and he smiled. Quickly, not giving her time to react, he placed himself at her entrance and entered her. It was rough and forceful like he knew she wanted. He drove himself deep inside, feeling his hips slap against her backside. He started fucking her roughly, long strokes that brought cries and moans from Kaysa. He could tell she liked the way he was treating her. She had surrendered her control to him, and it was obvious that surrender excited her.
He could feel her orgasm getting close and he slowed his pace, pushing the moment of release just out of reach. After a few long, slow stokes, he sped up his thrusts. Again, as her orgasm neared, he slowed them to ease away from orgasm. Once the tremors had stilled, he began again. He could hear her cries getting more frantic, more needful. He would take her to the brink to pull away many times this night. "I will allow you to cum tonight," he said, "and it will be the biggest orgasm you've had in your life. But, we will build it up until you are ready to burst with your need, until you are unable to take it any longer, and then it will happen."
Kaysa's moans were more piteous entreaties than cries of pleasure. She tried to jerk her hips back against Zale's as he slowed his movements, torturing her, but he steadied her with his strong hands and hindered her attempts to bring about the satisfaction that lingered just out of reach. Kaysa began rubbing her mound harder and more desperately, but Zale's hand closed around her wrist and twisted her arm behind her back, pinning it there and quashing Kaysa's final attempt to bring herself to climax.
Kaysa wailed as she struggled to free her arm and her breathing was becoming rapid as the anticipation of having Zale push her over the edge became almost too much to bear. He was doing exactly what she wanted; he was dominating her, asserting his dominance by tormenting her, and it all excited her. But the ache that came with being denied sexual satisfaction was growing more painful by the moment. "Zale..." she said in a hoarse whisper. "What do I have to do? Tell me what to do and I'll do it. I can't take it...it's too much. Please."
Zale held Kaysa's arm against her back as he continued to alternate his thrusts into her. "Beg me," he said. "Beg me for release. Make me believe it." He slowed to the point of almost stopping, almost pulling out. "Beg me, Kaysa."
She was ready to beg and had used all the self-restraint left within her to keep from doing so, but it was what he wanted and she was in no position to refuse. For Kaysa, grovelling to another was the most humiliating, degrading act she could ever dream of. It implied weakness, a relinquishing of control to another, and dominating others was the only thing that gave her a purpose in life, as well as the one thing that caused her the most grief. Her body trembled as she readied herself for Zale to administer the final few thrusts that would dissolve the ache between her legs, but the relief would not come unless she supplicated herself to him. She'd already fallen so far, and submitting to Zale, as she had done before, would do nothing to hasten her perpetual descent. In fact, giving herself over to him would only make her soar on the bliss he could fill her with, the bliss that came with sexual fulfillment, as well as the release of letting one who was worthy, control her.
"Zale," she whispered. She took a deep, steadying breath and spoke louder. "Please, Zale. I...I'm begging you." Her voice quavered as the shame of begging Zale consumed her, as well as the frustration of knowing he held authority over her, and the sick realization that she loved it. "Take me, Zale...if you deem me worthy, that is. Only if I'm worthy... If I'm not," she said, swallowing back the tears forming, "teach me, Zale. Teach me so I can be to your liking, so I can prove worthy of you. Please..."
Zale drove harder, faster into Kaysa. As he felt her nearing her climax, he didn't slacken his pace. He felt himself reaching for his own. "You've earned it, Kaysa," he whispered as her climax hit, consuming her. She cried out as waves of pleasure rippled through her body. And at the height of it all, Zale released into her with a groan.
Kaysa was gasping for air as relief mingled with ecstasy washed over her. Her body heaved and trembled as sobs enveloped her; she tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat. "Thank you," she finally managed to croak out. She could still feel Zale against her rear and his hands were gently caressing her thighs. Her head hung low and she watched as the tears fell upon the satin sheets, getting lost in the darkness of them as if they had never been shed at all. They quickly became meaningless, like most things in her life recently. She took in a deep, staggering breath and whispered again, "Thank you, Zale. Anything you want...anything you ask of me is yours."
Zale pulled out of her and moved along her side, still keeping contact with her skin. Finally he lay with head on pillows and his hand covering hers where it met the sheets. He looked into her eyes and could see the surrender there. "Come lie with me," he said softly. "We can go again in a little while, but for now, let's just lie together and talk. About whatever. Or just lie in silence, while I hold you and comfort you and keep your demons at bay."
Kaysa swallowed back the remaining tears and nodded her head slowly. She curled up beside Zale and hesitantly rested her head upon his chest. "I think after that," Kaysa said quietly, "the demons are gonna take a much needed nap." She laughed gently and allowed herself to take comfort in Zale's embrace. "I really needed that, Zale. I think you knew that when you decided to bring me here. You know me better than I know myself, it seems."
As he held her, Zale let his fingers trail up and down Kaysa's arm. "I think anyone in control needs to let go every once in awhile. The liberation through surrender is a good thing. You can't keep on top all the time. The stress will tear you apart, if you don't let go. You can probably rest on some paradise, pleasure planet sipping fruity drinks, but for someone who craves control as much as you do... The surrender is the most liberating choice. How do you feel? I mean really feel."
"Feel about what?" Kaysa asked. "I'm a cold, heartless bitch, remember? I'm not supposed to feel anything."
Zale nodded. "Fair enough," he said. "Your company, how is it doing financially? Well, the last time you checked your finances, of course. It's a courier service, right? With illicit goods transported on the side?"
Kaysa laughed softly and shifted closer to Zale. "You know a lot about Zenarr Inc., it would seem. Smuggling of illicit goods is my main area of income. The courier service is just a front I use to keep the New Plouton policing commission outta my hair." Kaysa kissed Zale's glistening chest lightly and pressed her body to his. Already and just by being near him, she was feeling ready to have him inside of her again. "And last time I checked, Zenarr Inc.'s profits were dwindling rapidly. No one will fly through the blockade and the only person I could have convinced to do so has completely deserted me." Kaysa looked up at Zale and narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "Why are you so interested in my company anyway? Looking to buy me out?"
"Only if you want to be bought out," he said with a smile. "But, no. My interest is only as a fellow businessman. And, a concern for your well-being in your current state." He put a hand up to stay the question that almost tumbled from her lips. "And, my concern is from someone who expressed an interest in my business ventures in Commerce City. And, from someone I hope to be able to call friend and ally. And, if she cannot grant friendship, at least an ally."
"An ally? Me?" Kaysa gave a curt laugh and lay her head back down upon Zale's chest. "My business is floundering, I'm an emotional wreck and you want me as an ally? Either you're insane, you really like me, or you're so rich and successful that allying yourself with someone who's a liability, such as myself, couldn't possibly hurt your business in any way. So, which is it Zale? What do you do anyway?"
"I run a number of businesses in Tae'Karada and beyond. I was focusing most of my efforts here because of the planet's neutrality in the Galactic Civil War, but I've been considering shifting some of those efforts elsewhere with the recent change in government. For now, my operations are here in the midst of the struggle for dominance in the underworld after the death of Dargus Kandran. I wouldn't exactly say I'm a crimelord, though there are some who would call me that. In the end, I'm a businessman with a hand in many of the markets of this planet. From transport to goods manufacture to entertainment. My businesses are a mix of legal and illegal." He watched her for a moment. "I do like you, Kaysa. And, when you're thinking straight you're a person who can get what she wants and has what it takes to get it done. If you're not interested, I'll understand. But, if you are, we'll have a lot to talk about in the near future."
Kaysa looked up at Zale again, then slowly sat up in bed. She scrutinized his face, trying, somehow, to judge his sincerity, but once again, his eyes and features betrayed nothing to her. "You're serious? If you're so successful, how come I've never heard of you or seen you around before? You've got to expect me to be a bit skeptical, Zale. I mean, I hardly know you, and already you're offering me an opportunity to change my life around. Yes, I'm interested, but what would this little partnership entail on my end?"
A moment of realization hit Kaysa and she laughed softly. She knew it sounded too good to be true, and it most likely was. "Oh, I get it," she said bitterly. She moved to the side of the bed and hastily stepped onto the ground. She turned around to face Zale and attempted to maintain her composure, although she had the urge to knee him in the groin like she had previously the night of their first encounter. "If it's sex you want, Zale, fine, but you don't need to wave money in front of my face to get it."
Zale shook his head. "I don't mix business and sex," he said. "If we're going to have sex, it's outside of whatever business arrangement we may come to. And, you haven't heard of me because I stand behind the scenes. I can show you the books, the datatabs, whatever you want me to show you to prove that I am the legitimate shadow behind many of the businesses around Commerce City. And, I'm hoping to step into the open soon, to move into a position of control and power within this city. And, I think I'm a good judge of people, and I think you and I work well together. While you're not in your best form now, I think you're much better than you give yourself credit for."
Kaysa stared at Zale a moment longer as she tried to decide whether to trust him or not. He was a rich man, judging from his apartment, and he was definitely intelligent enough to be running an underground crime syndicate, but Kaysa wasn't as confident in her abilities as she'd once been and still couldn't fathom why Zale would want to ally with her. "We do work well together, in bed at least," she said slowly. She sat back down on the bed with her back to Zale. "And I do need the extra creds...desperately."
Kaysa sighed and tried to judge whether what she was walking into was a trap, or whether it would be the biggest opportunity of her life. To have Zale controlling her in bed was intense, and she knew to join with him in business would be just as fulfilling. She would welcome having him take command of her life entirely, in every aspect of it. It was a much needed change from trying to maintain the control on her own, which she had failed so miserably in doing. "Alright," she said finally. She turned to face Zale and slid back beside him on the bed. "I'm very interested, Zale. What did you have in mind for me?"
"Keeping the Demons At Bay, Part 3"
by Kaysa Zenarr - Owner of Zenarr Inc.
and Zale Tregat - Crimelord and head of Antorial Industries
Location: New Plouton
Date: Praeda 7, 4ABY
***
"I can help Zenarr Inc. pick up some lucrative shipping contracts," he said. "And, we can set you up as the main courier service for my own businesses. And, Zenarr will stay exclusively yours. I will work with you in an advisory capacity, or as you feel I can be best utilized. And, I can offer advice there as well." He pulled her closer into his arms and kissed her throat. "But, why don't we save that for tomorrow. I can go with you to your office, and we can talk about formalizing this arrangement."
"You'd actually risk being seen out in broad daylight with Commerce City's biggest slut? You're a very daring man, Mr. Tregat." Kaysa found Zale's mouth with her own and kissed him deeply, needfully. "I haven't even begun to know anything about you, Zale, and already I'm completely fascinated by you."
Zale smiled. "Well, I'm certain that if you continue to associate with me, you'll learn more," he said. "And, I don't mind being seen in public with you. While you may be Commerce City's biggest slut, you are also a legitimate businesswoman. And, I assure you, there is nothing wrong with craving intimate contact with another. Sex is a natural thing for humans, and there is no law of humanity that dictates that you can only have one partner. Slut is such a relative term."
"Oh really? And relative to me, how much of a slut are you, Zale Tregat?" Kaysa teased. "Maybe it's me who should be worried about being seen in public with you." Kaysa laughed and pushed Zale onto his back again. She straddled his waist and began rocking against him slowly to get him worked up again. "I want to do business with you, Zale. I need the creds more than for just fancy clothes and a bigger apartment. So believe me, I will continue to associate with you for as long as it takes to get to know you fully, and as long as I'm raking in the creds."
Zale could feel himself hardening beneath Kaysa's sensuous movements. She was definitely skilled at this sort of thing, and whether she knew it or not, she knew which of his buttons to press to get him going. "How much do you need to get things back to a comfortable level for your business? I think I can arrange a small loan to a business associate. We can work out the details tomorrow if you'd like, Kaysa. But for now, I think we should put the business talk aside. Unless the business talk gets you all worked up, of course."
"Creds get me all worked up, Zale. Business talk is the boring part." Kaysa laughed and began grinding her hips harder into Zale's groin. She could feel the hardness against her rear as Zale's cock reawakened and it only spurred her to work him up even more. "You'll give me a loan? For as much as I want? And what do you ask in return?"
"All I can really ask is that you work to make this venture a success and that you don't screw me over." He moved his hands to her hips, and gently began brushing his fingers across her stomach and then up her sides. His eyes found hers, and he allowed them to soften slightly, to allow a little warmth to bleed through. "With my help, I know you can become a very rich woman, Kaysa."
Kaysa laughed. "The only screwing over I do is in the bedroom, Mr. Tregat." Kaysa's smile became seductive and she finally allowed Zale's cock to slide into her. She gave a satisfied sigh and begin swaying her hips against his again. "I like creds too much, Zale. If this business arrangement proves profitable, there's no way in hell I'd ruin it by turning against you." Kaysa leaned over and planted a hard, raw kiss upon Zale's lips. "Besides," she whispered, "you sound like a dangerous man. You could kill me three times over if I ever betrayed you."
He groaned softly as Kaysa took him deeper inside of her. "Yes I could," he said as his hands moved up to her breasts. "But, let's keep our screwing in the bedroom. And, you're welcome in my bed whenever you want, Kaysa. Or, really anywhere else you want to fuck. Together we can take control of this city, and control everything. And, the credits would be limitless."
Kaysa moved against Zale harder and faster as his words drifted into her ears like sweet, hypnotic music. He knew what she lived for, knew that she lusted for control, but creds even moreso. Their relationship wouldn't be based on love, but merely business, and that was something Kaysa could accept. She wanted nothing more from Zale besides the frequent roll between the sheets, as well as to share in his obvious enormous wealth. "You can fuck me anywhere, anytime, Zale. That's what I'm here for, that's what you're here for." Kaysa's moans grew louder as Zale's hands groped at her breasts, and her movements became more vigourous in response. "I like control, Zale. It's destroying me, but I love it...I need it. If you can help me get that, I will sell my soul to you."
Zale smiled. "I will help you, Kaysa," he said. "I'll help you get what you need, what you want. With my help, you can have all of your wishes at your fingertips." He moaned as her movements started working toward climax. "We'll work out the details. And, then celebrate our new partnership with sex. We can do it as soon as tomorrow if you'd like. And, then we can work on the business plan that will take you and Zenarr Inc. to the next level."
"Yes...I want that more than anything," she said in a strained whisper. A loud groan escaped her lips as she rode Zale faster; he was giving her everything she wanted and she figured he deserved to have the best sex she could give him. She ran her hands along his chest, then moved her lips to it where she suckled his nipples and devoured his chest with kisses. "I'll be here all night for you, Zale. Then tomorrow, we can see to another kind of union aside from the one we're sharing now."
Kaysa could feel Zale's cock throbbing within her, ready to explode and spill forth its load, which brought a wicked smile to her face. She laughed and quickly pulled away from Zale. The look on his face was a mixture of anger and disappointment, and as she looked down at his swollen, red cock, she knew why. He was ready to come and she'd pulled away, but she knew no matter how much he hated it, he needed her to exert some semblance of control over him.
"I've been neglecting you tonight," she said playfully. "You've let me have all the fun, giving me what I need, and you've been having nothing for yourself. Well don't worry," Kaysa whispered as she leaned over and brushed her lips against his, "I haven't forgotten about your needs." Kaysa laughed and began running her tongue along his lips. She started crawling slowly backwards, moving her tongue along his chest and down his body as she did.
She stopped moving backwards when her head was positioned directly over his groin. "I begged you, Zale, now I want you to beg me," she said. She kissed the tip of his cock lightly and glanced up at him with lust and mischief displayed clearly in her eyes. "Will you beg me, Zale?"
Zale felt a shock run through his body as she kissed his cock. He moaned, and writhed his hips an anticipation of her mouth closing around it, sucking it. "Please," he whispered. "Please, take me. Devour me. Take me, Kaysa. Take me, and you'll never be sorry you did. Take me and you'll have everything you've ever wanted, and more. Please, just take me!"
"You couldn't possibly give me everything I want, Zale. There are things not even a rich and powerful man like yourself can give me, but that's not your fault," Kaysa said. She closed her fingers around the shaft of his penis and placed another kiss upon the tip of it, one that lingered longer than the other. "What you can give me, however, is more than adequate for my needs."
Kaysa ran her tongue along the length of his cock and his hips jerked forward, although he appeared to be attempting to hold back. Even his hips were begging her, which brought a smile to her face. "I like hearing you beg, Zale. The desperation, the aggression in your voice... It gets me really turned on. And when you talk about creds, Zale...mmmm...you don't know how hot that makes me." Kaysa sucked gently on Zale's cock, but pulled her mouth away and looked up at him again. "I'll devour you, Zale, liberate you, and tomorrow...tomorrow you shall give me anything I ask for."
She shifted her body so that it stretched up the length of Zale's. Kaysa smiled at Zale before plunging his cock into her mouth and sucking on it with a ferocity that made Zale cry out. She moved her free hand to her mound, where she began running her fingers inside of it and working to sate her own desire. She smiled at the thought of Zale getting to watch her fingers work her own mound while she continued to suck him off. His cock filled her mouth entirely, and she could feel that he would be climaxing soon, although she'd try to drag it out as long as she could.
Seeing Kaysa's hand working between her legs, Zale quickly moved his hand to take its place. He moaned as he plunged his fingers into her cunt, working his thumb over her clit as he did so. She was much more experienced than Shiv, and she definitely knew what to do. She expertly worked him, while keeping his climax at bay. He knew everything he'd thought about their sexual encounter months before would eventually be proven out, and he knew that Kaysa would be able to satisfy him like no woman had ever done before. He cried out again as his climax neared. "Damn you're good," he gasped. He moved his fingers expertly in her cunt, knowing she was close. He had no doubts she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer either. "This union is going to be good for both of us. Very good."
Kaysa said nothing and continued lapping her tongue around Zale's cock. She resisted the urge to bite down on the delicate organ as Zale's fingers created waves of ecstasy within her. She moaned deep in her throat and began moving her hips in time with Zale's fingers. She focused her tongue on the tip of his penis and as his moans grew louder, she knew she'd hit the right spot. Her own climax was rapidly approaching and she relentlessly worked at Zale's cock to synchronize his final release with her own.
His hips were jerking forward and with a loud cry, he finally let loose his load, filling her mouth entirely. She hadn't tasted the salty fluid for years, but once it washed over the interior of her mouth, it was very much familiar to her again. She'd pleasured Cadwin in this way many times, but after him, she'd never done it to another man. It brought back far too many memories, but she deserved to have the painful memories gnaw at her now; she deserved all the suffering she could bring upon herself.
Kaysa swallowed as much of Zale's secretion as she could before her own orgasm hit. She unclamped her mouth from around Zale's cock and cried out as her body shook violently. Zale's juices were trickling down the sides of her mouth and her body continued to tremble as Zale's fingers still worked at her clit. She groaned and writhed in an attempt to move her hips away from his hand, but he refused to desist. Kaysa gasped and finally grabbed Zale's wrist, pulling his hand away. She shot him a searing glare and quickly turned around to face him. "You're not playing fair, Zale," she said in an angry whisper. "It was my turn to take over. You've broken the rules." Kaysa lay atop Zale and pressed her lips to his, kissing him roughly and letting him share in his salty juices.
Zale wrapped Kaysa in his arms and kissed her back, savouring the taste. When the kiss broke, he looked into her eyes. "I humbly apologize for breaking the rules then," he said. "Name your price, and if I can afford it, it is yours."
"Oh, you couldn't afford me, Zale. I have expensive tastes," Kaysa replied. Her features sobered and she shot her eyebrows up, attempting her best serious expression. "There's one thing you can give me," she said. "Your heart." Kaysa watched Zale for a moment, waiting until the bewildered look she had hoped to trigger appeared on Zale's face. Once it was there, Kaysa broke into shrill laughter. "The day you give your heart to a woman is the day I close my legs forever!" Kaysa's laughter neither ceased nor waned as she rolled off of Zale and lay on the bed. "No offense, but I don't think I can picture you with just one woman, Zale, and frankly, I haven't even decided yet if you have a heart."
Zale laughed. "If you honestly wished for my heart," he said, "I would do what I could to give it to you. But, I couldn't promise success. I don't think something like that can just be given on a whim. Though, I doubt I could see you wanting a man's heart. Or could I? Do you have the secret desire to have a man love you? Do you crave love, Kaysa?"
Kaysa's laughter slowed and finally died. Zale was far smarter than any man she'd met; either that, or he had accidentally hit upon a very delicate matter as far as she was concerned. Kaysa turned onto her side with her back facing Zale and stared blankly across the room. She knew she could be defensive and spout hateful words at him, or she could evade the questions altogether which would, in itself, be an affirmative answer. Zale could see through her no matter what answer she gave, but his questions were ones Kaysa wasn't certain she had answers to yet and considering she hadn't had a consistent lover in over ten years, she didn't think the answers would ever come. "There is no such thing as love, Zale," Kaysa answered quietly. "There's only weakness that leads you to open yourself up to another, which ultimately leads to heartbreak. Do you think I could bear any more pain in my life? I don't think so, Zale. I've got far enough troubles as it is, and to take on more by falling in love would be irrational."
Zale nodded, and noted that love was a sensitive subject for Kaysa. And, possibly sensitive was too light a term for it. He would need to tread around the subject lightly in the future. "I think you've borne enough heartache for ten people," he said softly. "I don't think you need to add any more to that." He could tell by the way she held herself and the tone of her voice that she did not believe the words she'd spoken, at least not entirely. She did search for love, and had been for a very long time. A part of him wanted to tell her that she'd never find love keeping men at a distance, and putting them at a status level lower than the common household pet. He didn't think she'd want to hear his thoughts on the subject. "Well, I know you don't really want my heart, but I can give you as close as I can come to it: friendship. I don't know what kind of friend I can be, but I'm willing to be one if you wish. What it entails, I don't know yet. We'll have to make it up as we go along."
"You better stop right there, Zale," Kaysa warned. "You don't wanna go down that path with me." Kaysa turned around and faced Zale. "Don't do this to me, Zale. The only reason I came back here with you tonight is because I thought you didn't care about all that. I thought friendship and love and commitment weren't what you were looking for. I don't need a friend, Zale. You're a good fuck, you allow me to just let go... I'm not looking for someone I can have a little intimate conversation with when the need arises." Kaysa sat up in the bed and looked down at Zale, a moment of panic hitting her. "Don't be stupid, Zale, don't say stupid things. You'll ruin everything! I want you, Zale and you want me. I need what you can give me - the release, the subjugation... I need this, Zale, especially now. Don't fuck this up for me!"
Zale watched Kaysa in silence for a long moment. He studied her face, the set of her eyes, the way the muscles in her jaw flexed as she watched him. Her eyes held a wildness, a panic. "I won't fuck it up," he said finally. "We'll just meet when we need it. Fuck when we want it. And, it'll be nothing more."
"Fine," Kaysa said quickly. She swallowed back the fear that had been rising within her and her body relaxed immediately. From Zale's expression, she couldn't gauge if he was disappointed, angry, or merely indifferent. It was unsettling being completely ignorant as to the true feelings of another, but as long as she knew he would never cross the line between friendship or love and sex, she could continue to feel comfortable around him. "Thank you, Zale. I think you really do understand me, who I am." Kaysa sighed and lay down beside him again, resting her head upon his chest. "My body is yours when you desire it, Zale, just as yours is mine. As long as our relationship remains purely physical and professional, we'll get along fine."
He nodded, and gave her a smile. "I understand you pretty well I think. And, I'll help get you back on your feet on a professional level, so you can truly be who you are." He put his arms around her. As he lay there with her, he decided it was as good a time as any to broach the other subject he'd been avoiding. "I don't want to cause any trouble right now, but will your future husband be a problem in this arrangement?"
Before she had a chance to contain it, a loud gasp escaped her lips and she pulled away from him quickly. She slipped off of the bed and stared at Zale as she attempted to catch her breath. "And when exactly did you find out about that, Zale? Have you been checking up on me?" Kaysa folded her arms over her bare chest and narrowed her eyes at Zale. "My future husband has nothing to do with this," she said in a cold whisper. "Is that what all those questions concerning love were all about? Were you testing me? Trying to trap me to judge beforehand whether I'd be a loyal business partner? You really are scum, Tregat!"
Kaysa stormed away from the bed and headed quickly for the bathroom in desperate search of her torn dress. "I needed this, Zale, more than you know. You lured me in only to toy with me then shoot me down!" Kaysa could feel her composure quickly slipping away and she began trembling uncontrollably. She was addicted to Zale, and knowing she was about to walk out on him was already bringing on the withdrawal she would no doubt be suffering if she succeeded in slipping out the door.
Zale followed her off the bed. "Dammit, will you calm yourself down," he called. "I was not checking up on you, and I really don't care about Rennor Karradas. I only ask because if you're mine whenever I want, I want to make sure there aren't any ground rules dealing with your husband. Does he know about this? That you go out? Or does this need to be kept quiet? If he doesn't know you and I share our beds with each other, then I really think it would be a bad idea for me to show up on his doorstep looking for you." As she looked up from searching through the piles of towels on the bathroom floor, he shook his head. "And, I haven't been checking up on you. Your future husband is quite proud of his situation, and has not been quiet about it. He's practically posted a countdown in all of the Commerce City news journals. The real trick is not hearing the news that you are engaged." He took a deep breath and let it out. "I'm not toying with you, Kaysa. I have no reason to want to toy with you. I can be mercenary when I need to, and harsh when the situation warrants, but I am not cruel."
"All men are cruel," Kaysa muttered. She shook her head and gave a short laugh as she abandoned the search for her dress and looked up at Zale. "Rennor is just some stupid fool who believes I would make the lovely, perfect wife. The only thing he's interested in is parading me around in front of his self-important, arrogant friends. I allow myself to be used by him, only to get what I want in the end." Kaysa moved slowly to the toilet and closed the lid before taking a seat upon it. "Even if you showed up on his doorstep, he'd be too absorbed in himself to suspect anything. And I don't want him to have any reason to be suspicious, Zale, is that understood? He knows nothing about what I do when I'm not in his bed and I wouldn't be too pleased if he found out. One thing, though," Kaysa added, shooting Zale a stern gaze, "if you do business with Zenarr Inc., I'm afraid you're also doing business with Karradas Industries. I had this stupid impulse one day to sign a contract that would essentially merge the two companies. I assume this means the business opportunity you offered is no longer on the table."
Zale shrugged. "Do you want it to be?" he asked. "If your merger with Karradas would complicate matters, we may need to find another option. And, Karradas doesn't bother me. I could buy him out if I chose. For the time being, keeping him where he's at serves my purposes." He looked at her and frowned. "I have met Karradas, and I must say that he has to be one of the most dull men I've ever encountered. I think fun for him is buying a new droid or recounting his money. And, I'll say nothing to him or anyone. I gain nothing by doing so, and stand to lose much. Do you still wish to pursue business with me, Kaysa?"
Kaysa laughed and cocked her head to the side as she gazed up at Zale. "Dull? You've met Rennor, alright. He's the most uninteresting man I've ever known and if it weren't for the moments of satisfying sex, I don't know if I'd be able to bear being married to him." Kaysa hesitantly reached her hand out and took Zale's. "I don't want this to interfere with our future business partnership, Zale, or our sex life. Rennor's nothing to me and even if he finds out about us, he cherishes his beautiful prize too much to even care."
"That's good," he said with a smile. "And, if it happens and he handles the situation poorly, I will do everything in my power to protect our arrangement, and ensure its continuance. And, whenever you need satisfying sex, you know you can come to me."
"Who says I'm satisfied, Zale?" Kaysa laughed gently and rose from the toilet seat. "And what if he handles the situation poorly? What lengths will you go to in order to keep him out of our affairs, Zale? How dangerous are you really?"
Zale smiled a feral smile. "I am as dangerous as I need to be," he said. "I can kill if necessary, and I have the resources to buy what I need in most every situation. If he needs to be removed permanently, I can do it or have it done. I will do what needs to be done, that is if you still feel our arrangement is worth it." He looked her over. "Am I failing to satisfy you, Kasya? Is our nocturnal arrangement not fulfilling your needs? If I am unable to satisfy you, then really this all becomes pointless. That is what this about, right?"
"Of course you satisfy me...eventually," Kaysa said slyly. She slipped her arms around Zale's waist and pulled herself close to him. "I'll get back to you on Rennor's death. Although I would enjoy having his money come to me upon his death, I am still working on that. He's very protective of his money, you know." Kaysa smiled up at Zale and kissed him lightly upon the chest as her hands moved to his rear. "Now, would you care to show me how truly satisfying sex with you can be? Or do you plan on punishing me for offending you by withholding sex altogether."
"I don't know," Zale said, and as Kaysa started to react, he quickly picked her up and moved to the bedroom. He tossed her to the bed, and followed behind quickly. His mouth found hers and kissed her passionately as he stroked himself to hardness. He could feel Kaysa writhing beneath him as he kissed her, pressing his body to hers. Once he was fully erect again, he entered her and started fucking her. He pulled his mouth from hers. "Do you like it rough, Kaysa?" he gasped as he continued pumping himself into her.
Kaysa cried out and thrashed her head about the bed. She gripped Zale by the arms tightly as her body was jerked violently with Zale's every thrust. She bit her lip, but it did nothing to contain the loud cry that broke from her mouth as Zale's movements grew more firm. "Zale...I want it rough." Kaysa gave another shrill cry and regained her breath quickly before hollering, "Oh gods! Hurt me, Zale! Make the pain go away...make it all go away..."
Zale drove deep inside of Kaysa, an unrelenting assault against her cunt. He could feel his hips slapping against her thighs as he continued to fuck her. Her cries had become an almost endless wave of sound. He could feel his climax nearing, and he could feel hers as well. She wanted it rough, and to hurt, he'd give her that. He'd give her what she wanted, what she needed. She wanted her pain gone, and he knew just how well one pain could mask another. And, so that's what he gave her.
Kaysa cried out again, a shrill scream of pleasure and pain as her body convulsed and trembled with the orgasm as it hit. She threw her head back and her hands clawed at the satin sheets, her cries long, loud and leaving no doubt about what was happening with her body. As Zale felt his orgasm about to hit, he pulled completely out of Kaysa and let his load go onto her belly and breasts. When he was finished he looked down at her and the trail of white across her skin. She wanted it rough, and to be demeaned. He could think of little that would be more demeaning than that.
"Keeping the Demons At Bay, Part 4"
by Kaysa Zenarr - Owner of Zenarr Inc.
and Zale Tregat - Crimelord and head of Antorial Industries
Location: New Plouton
Date: Praeda 7, 4ABY
***
Kaysa whimpered and continued to writhe on the bed as the residual waves of ecstasy coursed through her. The throbbing in her cunt had begun to cease and was quickly replaced by an ache that she had desperately craved. She rubbed her hand across her breasts and stomach, spreading Zale's juices across her flesh and bathing in them. "Torture me, Zale," she heard herself say in a moment of delirium. "Slap me, beat me, hurt me again, Zale. The pain's still there...why won't it go away?" She moaned quietly and brought her hands to her cunt, rubbing it desperately. With every motion of her fingers, the pain inside of her cunt intensified and dulled the other intangible pain within her even more. "It hurts so much, Zale..."
Zale watched Kaysa as she tried to ease the pain inside with pleasure outside, with pain outside, with anything outside. Anything to get rid of what tormented and tortured within. He couldn't do anything more than beat her as she wanted for five more minutes while he waited for himself to recharge. He had half a mind to call down to the club on the corner and have Jass send over five or so young studs, and let them go to work on Kaysa. He reached up to her chest as she frantically worked at her pussy. He pinched her nipples roughly, bringing more cries from Kaysa, thankful cries at the pain he gave her.
He worked his hand down over her cunt; he used his other hand to slowly stroke himself to hardness again. Once he was ready, he stood up on his knees. "Turn over," he ordered. "Hand and knees."
Kaysa moaned and whimpered piteously as she looked up at Zale hovering over her. With Zale's hand covering her cunt, she writhed her hips against it, trying to get him to slip his fingers inside and work her roughly with them. She knew he had commanded her to do something, but she was struggling so much with the ecstasy and pain radiating through her, that all she found herself able to do was jerk her hips against Zale's hand and reach out for his cock. "Zale...it's tearing me apart...the pain is too much..."
Zale pulled his hips away, knowing he wanted her to touch him, but knowing that he couldn't let her yet. He picked her up from the bed and roughly turned her over. As he did, they both almost toppled as her weight shifted and almost threw over his balance. But he managed to get her where he wanted her. Without warning, he positioned his cock at her entrance, and then pushed himself inside. He took several long, rough strokes inside of her before pulling out. She wanted rough and pain, he would oblige her. As Kaysa whimpered uncontrollably, he moved his cock to her anus, held her in place, and pushed himself inside of her. Kaysa cried out as, slowly, his cock filled her. He took long thrusts into her, each bringing a cry, soaked with pain and pleasure, deep from her throat.
Kaysa gasped and began choking on the tears that flooded from her eyes. The pain in her rear was excruciating and she clenched her buttocks tightly to try and ease it, but she didn't want the aches to subside. She wanted them to grow and overpower the searing pain of knowing she'd pushed everyone in her life away and was doomed to be alone forever. It was a fitting punishment for all the cold, heartless acts she'd committed, but it still hurt her nonetheless.
Her throat was becoming raw as her screams grew louder and only more shrill the harder Zale ravaged her. The pain was almost too much, but it's what she wanted and she couldn't deny that she was receiving immense pleasure from it despite the torment. She knew she was sobbing quite vocally, but she also knew she was laughing wildly between her cries. It was euphoric being able to forget the stabbing pains in her heart and she didn't care how sore she would be in the morning, she wanted Zale to make the physical suffering so great that her inner agony would never return. "Harder Zale," she heard herself crying out. "Faster. I won't resist."
Zale grunted a reply as he continued to drive himself harder into Kaysa's anus. He hoped what he was doing was helping Kaysa. The cries sounded like it was. The mixture of sound was chaotic and full of torment, but mixed with an elation. The sounds of him slapping against her ass as he fucked her harder and harder filled the room and mixed with her screams. He could feel himself nearing another climax. As he plunged deep inside her again, he felt himself let go and filled her with the secretions of his orgasm. As his dick pulsed cum into her, Zale threw his head back and let out a cry.
Kaysa cried out in unison with Zale, but her breathing grew ragged as his movements stopped and so did the growing pain in her rear. "No..." she whimpered. She frantically began driving her hips backwards trying to encourage Zale to continue, to resume inflicting the delectable torture upon her. Her sobs were desperate and she cried out wildly. "Why did you stop? I need it, Zale..."
"I spent my load," he said slowly. "But if you do not want it to end, I can make it so it doesn't. There is a club on the corner. I know one of the bartenders there. I can have him send help for you. How many do you want? Five? Ten? If you really wish the torment, we can go down there. He has a back room that we can use. Glorious distraction from the demons. If you want it."
"What?" Kaysa asked in surprise. She rolled onto her back and looked up at Zale with eyes glazed over with tears. "I...I can't do that. I don't want them, Zale!" she shrieked. She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and began kissing his stomach desperately. "Only you can give me what I need, Zale. I don't care how long I have to wait...I only want you." She emitted tortured moans and gripped Zale's buttocks. Her fingers ran along his crease until they finally delved within and buried themselves in his anus. "I'll help you, Zale. Anything you need me to do for you...I just need you," she whispered as she stimulated Zale with her fingers. "Anything for you."
Zale gasped as Kaysa's fingers entered him. He could feel a stirring in his cock just from the briefest touch she'd given him. He wanted to thrust himself at her, for her to take him into her mouth and suck him to erection. But even with as much as she desired the torture, he couldn't bring himself to ask that of her. "That's working. That's working well."
Kaysa spread her kisses across Zale's stomach as her fingers continued moving inside of him. She gazed up at him with the remaining trace of tears spilling down her cheeks and for a moment, tried to comprehend why he was doing this for her, why he was so intent upon helping her assuage the pain.
No one was that merciful. "Why, Zale? Why this special interest in me? Are you being so indulgent because you see some of yourself in me and it would be a betrayal to yourself to turn me away, or is it just that you utterly pity me?"
"I don't know," he moaned. "I see promise in you. You and I have what it takes to control this city, and I can't do it all by myself. I need people who know what they're doing around me." He let out another moan. "And, I like you, Kaysa. I can't explain it, but I do. And, I guess I do see some of myself in you, but I don't pity you. I know what it's like to be in a dark place, and I'm just offering a hand to get you out of it. You can't be a useful partner if you're a complete mess." He gave her a smile and moved his hands to her nipples. "But, don't mistake kindness for weakness."
"If I thought you were weak, Zale, I would have done to you what I did to Corun," she said with a wicked smile flashing across her face. "You thought you saved him from trying to rape me, didn't you? Well, I lied." The pain within Kaysa began to transform itself into a pleasant tingle of amusment, one that induced her to emit a loud shrill laugh. She dug her fingers deeper inside of Zale and hastened her motions, driving her fingers harder into his anus. "That little shit didn't know what he was getting himself into. He couldn't resist me, so he paid the price. I manipulated him and he fell into my trap. Aren't you afraid I'll do the same to you, Zale? You could be falling into my trap right now and you wouldn't even know it."
Zale reached one hand back and grabbed Kaysa's wrist and pulled her fingers free of his ass. He reached up with the other hand and grabbed a handful of hair. He brought her face close to his. "I'm not afraid you'll do that to me," he growled, "because I know you're not that stupid. Because you know that if you ever cross me, you'll pay dearly for your actions." His eyes held a cold menace as he looked at her. "Are you manipulating me, Kaysa? Are you toying with me like your little puppets? Don't fuck with me, Zenarr. Do not fuck with the man that holds the key to endless wealth and is willing to give it to you for the simple act of an alliance."
Kaysa groaned and clawed at Zale's hand entangled in her hair. Her wrist was throbbing with pain as his grip tightened around it, and looking into his dark, depthless eyes, Kaysa was convinced Zale was the embodiment of fear. Her petty games and schemes definitely didn't go over well with him, and seeing him enraged as he was now, she knew it was the last time she tried to threaten him. But the sensation of being helpless, being hurt by Zale and being prostrated by him was erotic and everything she craved.
Her groans turned to gentle moans as she lingered so close to Zale with the rage seeping from his eyes. It was enticing knowing she was powerless against him and completely at his mercy now; he could do what he wanted with her and she would welcome any punishment he chose for her.
Her hips jerked forward and she tried to rub her mound against his stomach, while she reached out her tongue and attempted to taste Zale's lips. "I would never do that to you, Zale," she said in a shaky voice. "I wouldn't dare. I wouldn't survive if I was deprived of what you can give me. I'm sorry."
Zale smiled. "Good," he said, and pushed her onto her back. "See that you remember that." He climbed atop her, and positioned himself, once again, at her entrance. "You know I'm the one you need, Kaysa. You know you can't get this from anyone else." He entered her again, pushing himself all the way in. He thrust his hips, plunging deep inside of Kaysa again and again. "Let go, Kaysa. Give in to me, and the demons will go away." He kissed her hard, feeling her need as she responded to his kiss.
Kaysa's racing heart settled as Zale took her again. She knew it's what she needed and she had proven herself worthy of it. She had tried to assert dominance over Zale, but she'd failed and she feared ever trying again. There was no way she wanted to risk losing him; she wouldn't survive without him, not now, not after he had become the one source of order in her life. Without him, she knew she would crumble like she had been before he saved her that night. His command and control over her was liberating; serving him and surrendering to his every whim was her new purpose in life. It was much easier to give into him rather than to try and maintain the control she no longer desired, the control she'd used to lure Shiv in, the control she couldn't give up to allow Merrick into her life - it had only ever caused her heartache, so there was no point in trying to seize it any longer.
Kaysa cried out again and gripped Zale's shoulders as he drove deeper into her. She'd never been so content in allowing a man to dominate her, and the subordinate position she had assumed with Zale was one she didn't mind being in. "Make them go away, Zale," she said softly. "I surrender, Zale. Just make them go away and I'm forever yours."
Zale kept his pace strong as he continued roughly fucking Kaysa. "I'll make them all go away, Kaysa," he rasped. "They'll all be gone. And, you'll know only peace." He shifted her legs to give him deeper penetration. He leaned close to the side of her face, kissing it before putting his lips to her ear. "I'm going to keep going for an hour. Just lay back and take it. Just let yourself be drawn along."
"Yes...anything you ask of me," Kaysa whispered as she closed her eyes and lay her head back against the pillow. "I'm yours the whole night, Zale, and the next night, and the next..." Kaysa gave a quiet whimper in time with every thrust of Zale's hips against hers. She knew she might not be able to hold out for an entire hour, that the urge to orgasm would soon become too great to resist, but she didn't want to disappoint or upset Zale, so she was determined to pace herself. "I won't come until you tell me to, Zale. You'll see. I'll make you proud of me," Kaysa whispered before she let out a cry of pleasure.
"Good girl," Zale said softly. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, on the way his body moved, the way it touched Kaysa. He opened his awareness to the intimacy he was sharing with Kaysa. He opened himself to her, and the pleasure they shared. He opened himself to her, and the pain they shared. Their bodies found a perfect rhythm, and he knew he could make it for the time he told her. He only needed to keep his awareness open, and they would reach an explosive orgasm in an hour.
He felt his orgasm rising within him, and he focused his awareness on it. Using techniques learned over time, he pushed it back, stilled it with his mind and the control he had over his body. He could feel the time drifting past as he and Kaysa continued. Her cries were sharp and filled with the ecstasy he was giving to her. He knew her mind would be unable to focus on anything other than what he was doing to her, driving the demons far from conscious thought. And, when they finished here, he had a feeling she would be too tired to stay awake. He only hoped he could do what she asked, as she needed.
"I'm sorry, Zale..." Kaysa moaned as she opened her eyes to look at him. "I can't hold on any longer." She cried out and her back arched clear off the bed as the climax neared. She no longer thought about that sadness and tumult going on within her, the one that led her to the alleyway that night and the one that caused her to lose all self-respect. She was too absorbed in the act and the sensation of Zale enslaving her body and her free will completely, that nothing but being there with Zale mattered to her anymore. "I'm sorry, Zale. Don't be mad," she cried out before a scream filled the air. "You can punish me after if you want, I just can't take it anymore."
Zale nodded, kissed Kaysa, and then brought a hand to her face. "Go ahead," he said. "It's okay if you can't hold on anymore. Let it happen." He kept his hips thrusting into hers, driving himself inside and sending waves of pleasure through both their bodies.
Kaysa sighed and allowed all her trepidations to drift away. She placed her hands firmly at Zale's sides as she hastened her movements. The pain and darkness might return if it all ended, but her body was rebelling against her and demanding satisfaction. "You're good for me, Zale," she said in a strained voice. "The things you do for me..." Kaysa's voice cut out as she thrust her hips frantically against Zale's. Her cries were increasing in timber and growing louder as shocks of pleasure seized her. She drove her nails into the delicate flesh of Zale's waist and before she could prepare herself for it, a blinding explosion of ecstasy hit her. Her guttural cries filled the room and she thrashed about on the bed as she finally gave in, gave in to her physical needs and gave in to Zale. "I'm yours Zale!" she cried. "Utterly and completely yours."
Zale moaned as he allowed himself to give in to the pleasure. Kaysa's head was thrown back as the orgasm consumed her. He continued thrusting through the peak of her climax, and then allowed himself the release, once again flooding her with his seed.
As Zale lay, still holding Kaysa to him, sparkles of light swam in his vision. He sighed heavily and finally opened his eyes to look at her. He gave her a smile, and then kissed her tenderly. Her skin was flushed, and her breathing came in long shuddering gasps. "You have a beautiful scream."
Once Zale's thrusts had ended, the ecstasy dwindled quickly and fatigue was beginning to set in. She found herself unable to do anything but gasp for air and writhe gently about, but she managed a weak laugh for Zale's comment. She wanted to give him all the gratitude she could, she wanted to tell him she was forever devoted to him and owed him everything, but she hoped her gentle kisses planted on his neck and face would suffice for now. Exhaustion replaced all the pain that was agonizing her, and the ache between her legs and in her rear were a pleasant distraction from any hint of anguish that did manage to creep up. The sweat running down her face stung her eyes, but any that fell near her lips she graciously lapped up to moisten her parched mouth. "What now?" she asked quietly. "What do we do now, Zale?"
"Now we see where things take us," he said. "In the immediate, I think we could both use some sleep." He slid from on top of her and moved to her side. He enveloped her with his arms and nuzzled his face in near her ear. "It's going to all be okay, Kaysa. Everything will be better. You'll see.
I'll make it all better. Everything will be better with me, Kaysa. Everything."
"I hope so, Zale," she said softly as she curled up against him, "because I don't know if I could bear it if things got any worse." Kaysa buried her face into Zale's glistening chest and allowed herself to bask in the security she felt being in his strong arms. She knew, though, that once she left his embrace and his bed, it would all come crashing back; all the pain, all the self-hatred and regrets would begin to eat away at her, and she feared that when it did, she wouldn't be able to bear it alone. "I'm cold, Zale," she whispered as her body began trembling.
Zale reached down and pulled the covers over them and then pulled her into an embrace. He could feel her trembling against his body. "I'll keep you warm, my star," he whispered into her hair. "I'll always keep you warm with me." He kissed her head. "Now, close your eyes and sleep. I'll keep the darkness away."
My star... It hadn't been that long ago since Kaysa last called Shiv that during her campaign to seduce and manipulate the girl into resigning herself to her will. Using Shiv was just an extension of the futile effort to grasp at the control that was so quickly slipping through her fingers. Perhaps, however, it was a last cowardly attempt on Kaysa's part to subject another to the self-destruction she knew was looming over her; Kaysa didn't have the courage to suffer that alone. Shiv had abandoned her, though, and now all she had to comfort her was Zale's unwavering strength and firm command.
His star... He would exploit her present weakness and take that as an opportunity to humble her, to mould her into a drone who would obediently do his bidding. She saw no other reason for the attentions he paid her, for his apparent interest in her. She would be his puppet, much as Shiv had almost become for her. The only difference was Shiv was strong enough to resist Kaysa in the end. Ironic, it was, that she had portrayed herself as the domineering one, the one who exuded only arrogant confidence and strength, but it was now she who was succumbing to enslavement by another.
Despite being shrouded in Zale's warmth, Kaysa still felt deathly cold. Zale would enjoy his new pet - Kaysa would make certain of that. Anything he asked of her would be done without any protestations. She was his and that is how he seemed to like it. He said he'd make the darkness go away, ease the pain within her, and she wanted that desperately, but no matter how comforting his words sounded, the future to Kaysa still looked all the more bleak.