2008-10-12 - Chained Heat (II)

The Hangar Bay of the Palace is very similar to the Main Hall: a large space but still feels confining. Most of the room is shrouded in haze and shadow with the poor illumination. At the far end, the hangar opens into space over the Rocky Valley below. To either side, work bays between large buttresses receive some light from above.
Yoruba is in the hangar cursing at some mechanics. "Give the T-16 a lube job now. I don't care if you were busy with the slave concubines I let you spend time with! NOW NOW NOW!"
Laughing and jeering is accompanied by catcalls and other rude noises errupt from the savage guards as they hustle Rena into the Main Hall. Fiercely, she glares at them and lashes out at several before suddenly breaking loose. Not caring whether the Hutt is there barking orders or not, she sprints by him, running for the Hangar doorway. She might in fact jump were it not for the fact that just as she reaches the edge, she gasps at the distance... so ... so far. Staggering back, she clings to the stone wall and shudders.
"Ho ho ho. Go ahead, spitfire, jump. You will be wounded, yes. But I will take care of you. Slave concubines I have no interest in have their uses. Ask these mechanics. Now come here. Let me have a look at you. Ho ho ho. Droid, tell her she must learn basic Huttese commands or I will have her cyborged with memory implants!"
The droid nods. "Slave concubine... Spitfire. Our master bids you to come show off your new outfit for his appraisal. And he requests that you learn Huttese or you will have to have implants."
First Rena's face pales as she recovers the shock of the sight of that jump, but it soon begins to colour as Yoruba laughs and speaks. Turning slowly, she eyes the droid and actually does decide to step forward without a fuss. Somehow lacking more clothing than the scant golden bikini brings her to a slightly more submissive state - although she does glare fiercely at the Hutt as she stands before him now.
An electronic scream issues from somewhere in the fortress! "NOOOOO." It is suddenly extinguished by a loud hiss.
Yoruba licks his lips as he hears the cry but is suddenly annoyed. "Ho ho ho. I have told you <Hutt expletive> time and again to keep that hatch sealed. What will the other droids think. Droid, come here and translate if you don't want to end up like that other droid. Yoruba slowly circles Rena, his large Hutt eyes inspecting every inch of the girl. "Impressive. Twenty five thousand was a bargain. Now, dance for me. Show me what you look like in motion. Droid, talk."
The droid, hiding behind the airspeeder, calls out. "Our master says you are a beautiful female and he bids you to dance."
Unshakable as the girl is, Rena jumps at the droid-ish scream and steps back a pace. Distracted, she tries to follow Yoruba as he eyes her all over, and gives him a long, disdainful look. A feral glint seems to enter her eyes at being told to dance, and her jaw clenches. Frankly, she looks as though she is very tempted to try something foolish. Her gaze slowly drifts toward all the beings around her that might object to her refusal a tad violently... a broken sigh escapes her and she bears up.
Where she learned to dance is anybody's guess, but there is something decidedly sensual in the gliding motions her body flawlessly slips into now as she partially closes her eyes to focus on her movements without any music to back them up. Furious as she may be, her every move is graceful and aimed to please.
Yoruba is captivated. He licks his lips again and watches intently. After a moment, he snaps his fat fingers and a servant steps forward with a large basket. As the girl dances, the Hutt reaches in to the basket and pulls out a huge handful of paper creds and begins to sprinkle them on Rena.
"Ho ho ho! You are truly a prize, Spitfire. You would have been worth a hundred thousand easily! Now, be a good girl and let me see you pick up your creds and then we will retire. You will sleep at my tail tonight!"
The droid needs no prompting. "Slave concubine Spitfire, our master is most impressed with you and your performance. He wishes you pick up the credits you have earned and then retire with him to his sleep chamber for the night."
All the while as she dances, Rena's expression remains calm, but there is something now and then behind her look that gives away the malace and hatered she surely feels for Yoruba. When allowed to stop, she breathes deeply, looking at the droid and his master. The credits lie around her, but she is far too proud to reach down and pick them up... besides, where on earth could she store them in this getup?
Rolling her eyes a little, the girl smooths back her hair calmly and begins walking silently ahead, saying nothing now in reply as they leave for Yoruba's chamber.
"Ho ho ho. The Wookiee-fur tail sock from Kashyyyk isn't completed yet, you will sleep at my tail. It's <Hutt expletive> cold out in the desert. As you will learn. Yes, you will appreciate sleeping with me. Ho ho ho. Come along, Spitfire. Droid, you too. Your awkwardness when you watch me with my slaves is amusing." The Hutt slides towards his chamber beside Rena.
Category:October 2008 RP Logs