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Thread: Owned (trisscarxloneiysong)

Moqlah let his pet squirm and howl, let her vent her emotions to the uncaring woods around them. When she broke down into tears, he merley hauled her into the strong, warm circle of his arms and lifted her effortlessly, starting the walk back to his hotel room. You are strong for a human pet. I expected you to cry much sooner than this. Using his free hand, Moqlah stroked the soft hair of his little human, inhaling her sweet, pure sent. Letting loose a low, rough rumbling thunder like purr from deep inside his chest the klingon tightened his grip on her slim form. Offering comfort in the odd way of his people. Tears were accepted when shed for a honorable reason and his pet was not even klingon. I am captian Moqlah of the Klingon empire warbird Kahless. You are now my sex slave and pet. What is your name.'
Thread: Owned (trisscarxloneiysong)

She was suprised when the man, if one could call him that, pulled her into his arms. She continued to sob holding onto him. She missed her family, she missed the somewhat predictability of life. She longed for good food, good drink, and rest in a bed. She never heard of Klingon, so had no idea of what was in store. She sighed and heard his compliment and bit her lip. Amara sighed and accepted the touches of this man. She felt his chest rumble, he was like a mountain clothed in flesh. It soothed her, brought her peace. I am Amara, I used to live on a planet called Yelway. She whispered and looked at him. It was a small planet. Relatively unheard of. Looking at him, she looked around the room of the hotel and shivered a bit. It suddenly felt several degrees colder. With a sigh, she bit her lip and looked down and around. I am sorry, I can't help but warn you that you wasted your money. I am not a sex slave or a pet.
Thread: Owned (trisscarxloneiysong)

Moqlah let loose a deep chuckle, sitting heavily in one of the big chairs at a small end table. His pets odd mix of timid ness and fire was amusing. I know that you are untrained. And i plan to train you Amara. You undoubtingly have many questions. But those will wait until tomorow. I need to feed, bathe, and give you a little test run before we sleep Lifting his pet, Moqlah placed her on the lush carpet at his feet, standing and shedding the heavy, cumbersome armor his people wore, changing into a soft, comfortable set of civillian clothes. Walking back over to his shivring pet, the klingon scooped her into his arms again and set her on his lap, tucking her close to his warmer than human chest securly. If you wish to use my name you must put an title or honorific before it. Master Moqlah, Captian, or Sir will do.
Thread: Owned (trisscarxloneiysong)

Amara put her hands on her hips adn watched him and swallowed. She canted her ehad and listened to him. She gasped as she was lifted, and sat at the plush carpet. It was soft and it felt very good to the touch. She gasped feeling his warmth sink into her skin. Shutting her eyes, she leaned her head against him and shook her ehad adn chuckled softly. You are serious, you expect me to be something I am not. She shook her head and leaned forward and then looked up and canted her head. Curious, which do you perfer? She reached up and ran her finger along the ridge that was the staple of so many Klingons and smiled. I have never seen a.. She blushed and looked at him. What did you say your people are called? I have never seen one before.
Thread: Owned (trisscarxloneiysong)

Moqlah smiled toothily at his pet, enjoying the soft touch of her cool fingers along his cranial family crest. I prefer Master Moqlah or Captian. And my people are called Klingons. I will have to educate you on us so you do not have many..freakouts as you humans are wont to say. And i expect you to learn. Not be something you are not. Klingons like obediant but unbroken lovers after all He let a low purr rumble out of his chest, running his hand along his humans back and settled it on her hip possesivly. His delicious pet was going to be difficult to keep away from his men.
Thread: Owned (trisscarxloneiysong)

Alright then Captain. Tell me, what do you mean by an unbroken lover? She canted her ehad and then reached her hand back and stroked down his strong back and then smiled gently. Snuggling closer to his warmth, she could shut her eyes adn almost pretend that the destruction of her planet never happened. That was just a nasty nightmare. Looking at him, she smiled and sighed looking at the clothes she stole. They were very comfortable but very beautiful. She shut her eyes giggling feeling the purr. It felt delicious. Like the best of creams rubbing into her dry and parched skin. She looked up with her blue eyes. She sighed and yawned shutting her eyes resting her head on his shoulder.
Thread: Owned (trisscarxloneiysong)

I mean we prefer a lover with spirit. Non of the wimpering gutless wenches so many like. Moqlah lazily traced patterns into his pets thigh, liking the fact that Amara had so readily accepted her new position and was activly reacting and reciprocating to his touch. And while she looked cute in the clothes..he wanted to see her without them. though i must warn you Amara. Klingon lovers are both high in stamina...and very well endowed. At the ring of a bell the klingon looked up, barking the order to enter. It was a servant with thier dinner, the terrified andorian scutting in and hurridly setting up the dishes and was even quicker to leave. Pulling over the heavily laden plate, Moqlah speared a thick chunk of some meat with his honor blade, eating it with a grunt of satisfaction. Then he did the same to a second chunk, offering it to his pet.
Thread: Owned (trisscarxloneiysong)

Well, that is good. I could never lay down and accept defeat. As you have seen. She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. Happy that she was allowed to touch and slowly trust him. She looked up at him and canted her head and then looked up hearing the door and then bit her lip watching a man come in and lay down the food. Just the sight of meat made her stomach roll. Her mouth watered and she bit her lip harder trying to keep herself from grabbing at the meat and picking it up and shoving it hungrily into her mouth. She watched him take a bite of meat. She bit her lip. Amara was so hungry. But she almost cried in relief when he offered her a piece of meat on the end of the dagger. Reaching out, she took the meat off his blade quickly before he could change his mind. Tearing into it, she groaned in satisfaction. It was drenched in a thick sauce. She soon devoured the piece of meat. Amara sucked and licked off her fingers and smiled looking up at him.. Thank you Master Moqlah, may I have another? She whispered softly to him.
Thread: Owned (trisscarxloneiysong)

Moqlah was pleased with his new pet. It would be hard to keep his men away from her. Yes pet you may. spearing a few more chunks of the meat he placed them in his humans hands, reaching around her to pour a large tankard of blood wine. Lifting the heavy vessel he drained it in one long swallow, giving a belch of satisfaction. Do you drink pet? I dont know if you can handle bloodwine but your welcome to try.
Thread: Owned (trisscarxloneiysong)

Amara hungry chewed on the meat she was given. She was eating with vigor. She looked up at him licking her fingers. Wondering what drink he was enjoying so. She nodded around a mouthful of meat. She made sure her fingers were sucked and licked clean of the glaze on the meat. Reaching out for his tankard, she took a drink. The fluid that rolled down her throat was warm and comforting. Much like his growls. Shutting her eyes, she smiled and continued to drink. Feeling the liquid fill her belly and warm her heart and give her courage for tomorrow. Looking at him, she looked at him and canted her head. She hiccuped a bit and blushed. She handed him back his tankard. Thank you Master Moqlah, that was delicious. SHe could feel the warmth of the sweet liquid burning over her skin in a blush and she was suddenly a bit on the warm side.
Thread: Owned (trisscarxloneiysong)

Chuckling as his pet consumed the firey liquid, Moqlah stroked along her thighs, enjoying the soft skin of Amara. Im glad you enjoyed it. You must be carefull though, it is a very strong liquor. The klingon continued to eat his fill of the meal, handing his pet bites from his plate. When the food and drink were gone he stood, carrying his pet easily into the bathroom. Running a tub full of hot water, he set his pet on the floor, then proceeding to strip himself, giving his little human a show of his substantial muscles. Undress yourself my pet, now we will bathe.
Thread: Owned (trisscarxloneiysong)

She growled in pleasure feeling his hands on her thighs. Amara shut her eyes and smiled. It is very tastey, I enjoy it very much. She said. She continued to eat what she was given, thanking him each time. Soon, she was stuffed and just content to resting in his lap. Shutting her eyes, she began to doze off feeling for once full. She had feasted before in her life, but after the destruction of her planet, she was not allowed to enjoy such a content feeling. When she felt Moqlah lifting her, she opened her eyes and held onto him. She stood on the floor and watched him. Moqlah was a fine specimen indeed. Amara felt herself becoming aroused at the simple sight of him. Moqlah was very muscled, strong, and had a nice girth on him. She blushed. Moving back, she began to dance a bit for him. Trying to impress him the way that he impressed her. She smiled looking to him. Yes, Master Moqlah. She purred. The fire of the blood wine dancing in her eyes. She began to sway her hips forward and back. Slowly taking off her shirt and turned her back to him as she bent down to unlace her boots and pulled down her pants. Now she was in her loin cloth. Undoing the bra, Amara smiled and tossed it at his face with a teasing flick. Her breasts were perky and full adorned with soft pink nipples. She then moved down and pulled at the part covering her pussy and found that she had been shaved clean. She blushed and looked at him and grinned. Do I please you Master Moqlah? She said with a wink. She prayed she did. Usually she didn't care if she interested a male or not. But with Moqlah, she cared for some reason or another.
Thread: Owned (trisscarxloneiysong)

Moqlah smirked, watching as his pet gave him a show. She was thin, perhaps a bit to much, but a few weeks of good food would fill her figure out agian. Yes Pet you look very fine. Leaning down Moqlah pulled her to him, running his hands possesivly over her slim form, her soft, smooth skin unlike that of female klingons. Who were nearly always scarred in some way or anouther. I cant wait to ravish you my little Amara, you are very delectable.
Thread: Owned (trisscarxloneiysong)

You look pretty good yourself. She stepped closer to him. She reveled in the touch of his calloused hand to her soft skin. She reached up and wrapped her arms around him and grinned softly. I can't wait to see what you got to give me. Amara smiled and leaned forward kissing him deeply. Taking the initiative. He was her savior after all. She ran her fingers down his toned frame and arched her back and groaned panting. Ohh Master Moqlah, tell me what you want me to wash first. She whispered into his ear. She let her hands fall on his member. She began to stroke her hands up and down his member. Amara grinned wider and swallowed softly. He was hung like a horse and it made her juicy just thinking of all the possibilities.
Thread: Owned (trisscarxloneiysong)

Moqlah was begining to wonder if they would make it into the bath at all. The soft, cool human hands were igniting a fire in his gut even stronger than the blood wine had. When the tiny apendages wrapped around his half aroused cock, he let out a soft moan, locking eyes with this little minx. The firey side of her character was showing agian, he liked it. First we must enter the water if we are to bathe my little one. Then i will alow you the privilage of choosing where you would like to wash. Scooping Amara up, the tall klingon swiftly entered the bath, the sudsy water sloshing over the rim onto the floor. The heated water only antagonized his predicament, his long thick member slowly rising to full hardness under his human pets hands.
Thread: Owned (trisscarxloneiysong)

She smiled and looked at him. She canted her head, blushing a bit. Indeed. She smiled and giggled as he scooped her up. She giggled and felt him begin to harden. Amara began to stroke his hardness and chuckled. So tell me Master, where shall I wash first? She let his aroused member go. Amara grabbed the soap that was available, rubbing it between her hands, she lathered it up and began to rub it along his chest and arched her back crouching over his arousal and smiled. I will wash you until you cannot take it anymore. She smiled and then kissed his neck running the sudsy bar over his back and shoulders and arms. Her hips ground up and down against his lower stomach. She loved the feeling of the hot water around her hips and body. Shutting her eyes, she groaned softly into his ear.
Thread: Owned (trisscarxloneiysong)

Moqlah chuckled deep in his chest as his pet began to tease him, watching her body moving over him intently. Well. arnt you a little tease. reaching up the klingon pushed her firmly onto his lap, letting his fully erect member rub the soft, shaved lips of her pussy. keeping his hands on her sholders Moqlah leaned forward, biting down at the juncture of her neck and sucked, leaving a livid possesion mark. A little something to warn off others. He rumbled in her ear, gripping the soft, well formed ass of Amara in his hands, kneeding firmly.
Thread: Risque Magazine (RPM and MM)

Risque Magazine was but a front for the Syndicate's activities. It was a semi-legitimate company, but its illegal activities consisted of kidnapping and sex trafficking of women who wouldn't be missed. Among their latest future kidnap victims was 24 year old Victoria Ward, a reporter undercover as a model. She didn't know her secret was out and that the Risque Magazine watchers were watching her every move in her dressing room and everywhere else with hidden cameras, bugs, and watchers hiding in secret hollow places in the walls. It was shortly after she had interviewed for the job that the Syndicate did its homework, finding out there was a reporter quite interested in their activities. As such, they made their plan. She would be allowed to get the modelling gig, and they would abduct her after they let her find out just as much as they would let her learn. The models could chose to live in their dressing rooms, which had a bed, kitchenette, and bathroom, kind of like hotel rooms. Little did she know that secret passages were built into each of these rooms to allow kidnapping teams to grab the models that the bosses wanted taken to 'The Island', an all inclusive resort for the criminal underworld. She was having her first photo shoot, a bra and panties type shoot, in about an hour and was getting ready...
Thread: Risque Magazine (RPM and MM)

A flunky of some sort, one of the many anonymous sorts of fellows running about the place, headed over to Victoria and said, They're ready for you in Studio B. Studio B was downstairs and it was built as a Victorian themed room, a fireplace with a fire going in it. And there was a leather sofa in front of it, the fire would add some sort of a glow to the lighting to allow for a semi-realistic looking image that would be of course photo shopped just a tad more for the upcoming edition. The photographer indicated she should sit in, and cross her legs. Think seductive, think tempting... the man said, Like those bodice rippers set in the 19th Century. Think of being the heroine in one of them, seducing the Victorian gentleman who owns this place. The photographer said as he readied his camera. Meanwhile the watchers kept an eye on the reporter, wondering what she would do next on the break she would get between this shoot and the next shoot. They had taken note that she kept a journal and they'd look into it whenever she wasn't looking. They would build their profile of her as they watched her movements these next few days before they would abduct her. The advertisers were busy, not only promoting Risque Magazine's legitimate stuff, but also peddling their Island advertising campaign to the criminal underworld of coming attractions...
Thread: Risque Magazine (RPM and MM)

He watched her undoing her corset, moving her hips from side to side, showing off her ass and then she began to remove her corset and and started to toy with her breasts. Very nice. the men said and after they finished photographing the reporter and after a lackey tightened up Victoria's corset. You did quite well. the photographer said, You've got about three hours till the next shoot, which is more a bra and panties to topless shoot. The man's statement was perfectly timed, the watchers had made sure to ensure certain offices were left vacant and some tantalizing clues, just not ones incriminating enough for her to write her article, were left lying around, time to watch and see what she did. One of the clues was a scratchpad left on a vacant desk, that had the words Advertising Campaign for The Island scrawled on it.
Thread: Technical Difficulties [[Themandii/Eyesoffire]]

Today, it has been reported that the infamous hacker-terrorist Queen-Bee has rigged the main Jupiter space-gate with explosives, causing the entire structure to collapse. Officials are saying it might take several months to repair the highly extensive damage. The interspace Security Bureau is offering 10 million Creds-- Bianca touched the holo-remote for the television holo-monitor in her ship's cockpit and grinned widely. Another day, another dollar. She murmured, docking her ship, aptly named Yellow Jacket, at the nearest rest stop. She shoved the key fob for her ship in her bra and strode into the bar attached to the hotel she aimed to stay in. She was confident, too confident, that there was no way she'd be caught by the authorities. She was too meticulous in covering her tracks! There was no way any fed, cop, or bounty hunter could find her--no one even knew what she looked like. The building was dingy and dank compared to the hacker's appearance, wearing a crisp white jacket and tight black jeans boots with barely a scuff on them. She surely attracted attention, the 20-something female was easy on the eyes, too. Long dyed blonde hair and big brown eyes and full pink lips only added to the baby-faced 'innocent' look. She was slender, but didn't seem to have much muscle to her--probably from her long hours sitting behind a holo-monitor. She sat at the bar and ordered a large glass of Moon Wine, some of the strongest stuff anyone could ask for. The barkeep nearly questioned her order, but when she dropped a few extra Creds on the bartop, he shut his mouth.
Thread: Technical Difficulties [[Themandii/Eyesoffire]]

His finger ran over the holo-remote, eyes taking in all the details quickly. Nothing seemed to impress him, most were all small fry's, worth nothing more than a few thousand credits. Clark frowned, pointless, the scum of the galaxy weren't refined criminals anymore, there was no class, no thought behind their works. Clark gave the holo-remote one last flick in hopes that he might find something, anything. His hopes were not unrewarded. His eyes caught 'Queen bee,' 'Jupiter space-gates,' 'explosives,' and '10 million credits.' That was a bounty, that was something worth hunting for. This one was different from the rest, this one was smart enough to hide under a name, and not a blatantly disgusting one at that. So many criminals today preferred to be murderers and fascist lords over a single, tiny colony rather than show how weak all of society truly is. Queen Bee seemed to want to do just that, or at least Clark thought. But then he sobered, Clark turned to look at his reflection in the glass of the cockpit. He had youthful yet angular features, his head was covered in short, dark hair that was usually messy. He had an athletic build, taught muscles that ran down his arms, chest and legs. Though he wasn't a beast of a man, more lean and agile. He usually wore blue jeans, with a small bandoleer hanging on his hip, not so much a belt. Attached to one side was a holster where he kept his main weapon, a handgun with a few modifications. His torso was covered with a dark green shirt, atop which he wore a black jacket, which could be described as slim-fit. Hie eyes continued to stare at his reflection, wondering if he'd get her, or the beast would. There was a reason Clark could handle big-bounty game like Queen Bee, he had an unusual set of assets that were rare in the galaxy. He finally looked away and got his ship on course, his pride and joy, the Cerberus, named for the mythical beast due to the three canons situated on the front of the ship. Very few ships escaped his cross fire. He headed to Saturn's space gate, it seemed perfect for him, he wasn't even tat far from Jupiter. Clark went through the gate and took on an immense amount of speed. He'd be near one of Jupiter's moons in 10 minutes.
Thread: Technical Difficulties [[Themandii/Eyesoffire]]

And on that same moon was the rest stop the Queen Bee was hiding in plain sight. In addition to being entirely too close to her own work, she was awaiting another job, but had not been told who she'd be receiving it from, except that it was a younger man. A handsome one, she'd hoped. The Jupiter Gates might have been her own work, if someone hadn't offered her 1 million Creds to do it first. Out of nowhere, a 'representative' for a group called the Red Hands approached Bianca in one of her usual haunts, a night club on Terra-Station 6. He'd handed her half in advance, which really showed that these people meant business. Immediately after the gates being destroyed, a small battle cruiser ship intercepted her course to the moon she was on now, and the rest of the money was transported to her. That's when she'd heard about her next job, but not yet what it was. Halfway into that tall glass of Moon Wine and she'd begun to feel tipsy enough to unzip the jacket, revealing a very low-cut tank top underneath, which was white like her jacket. Some of the other patrons--and the bartender--took note of the extreme amount of cleavage she was showing, but no one approached her, not yet. They were waiting until she got drunk, it seemed. Bianca was no fool, she'd wanted them to notice. As if bored, she took out her comm device and browsed the web, killing time.