5 comments/ 23949 views/ 12 favorites Star Wars: Transformations By: HandcuffGirl Authoress's notes: Thanks to Das Flute for all his suggestions and editing! The following story takes place after my Imperial Prostitute & Jedi Submissive series, and after the Fate of the Jedi books. If I may retcon some, in this and my future stories, Jaina, Tahiri, Tenel Ka, and the others never served in the Imperial ProCorps, and the Jedi have never heard of it. Jaina did briefly serve as Daala's Jedi Liaison, until Ta'tan'ia took over that role. Both, as well as Syal Antilles, served her sexually as well. Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. Tahiri Veila: Transformations ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Part I: Bounty Hunter ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Tahiri strode down the quiet street, towards her nearby ship. This part of the spaceport was mostly deserted at the moment. In fact, besides a Rodian passed-out against a wall a dozen meters or so ahead, she only sensed one other being nearby. Unfortunately that being had been tailing her for a while, and seemed to be ready to finally confront her. "Tahiri Veila, in the name of the Galactic Alliance, you are under arrest," her tail announced in a determined-sounding voice from several meters or so behind her. Tahiri let out a small sigh. She had sensed the Jedi quite a while ago, and had hoped to avoid him. It wasn't that she was afraid or anything, it was just that she didn't know him, and didn't want him to do something dumb, like try to enforce the arrest warrant that was still technically active for her. "Toss your weapons away, put your hands on your head, and drop down to your knees," the assured voice of the Jedi instructed her. Now Tahiri let out a little smirk. Like that was going to happen, no matter who was behind her. In spite of his determined-sounding tone, she could sense his uncertainty in the Force. She paused a moment, then slowly turned to face him. She didn't recognize the Jedi. He was a human male, perhaps nineteen or twenty years old, with short dark hair. He was wearing a typical brown Jedi robe, with lighter color Jedi garb underneath it. His feet were about shoulder width apart, with his right hand near his lightsaber, which fortunately was still on his belt. Tahiri, by contrast, was wearing an armored black and dark gray body suit, with a long black nerfhide coat over it. She had full-grade black beskar armor over her torso—a gift from Boba Fett after they had teamed up against Abeloth. She also had full-grade beskar plates—black to match her torso armor—around her upper arms, forearms, thighs, and shins. That armor she had gotten on her own. Her half-finger gloves had beskar protecting her knuckles as well. Boba Fett had also given her a full-grade beskar collar that was six centimeters wide, allegedly for protection. While the collar was useful for that purpose, Tahiri mostly wore it because she liked it. It was black as well, to match her chest armor. Unlike Mandalorian mercenaries, Tahiri didn't have electronics and weapons built into her armor. She trusted in the Force far more than whatever surprises the Mando programmers might try to slice in. Her own lightsaber was on her nerfhide belt, horizontal at the small of her back. Her favorite blaster was on her hip, and a carbine was slung across her back. She also had a full-grade beskar knife on her left thigh and a smaller vibroblade on the inside of her left forearm. Unlike Mandalorians and a lot of other bounty hunters, Tahiri didn't like to carry around an excessive amount of weapons. She only had her carbine because she had been out hunting a bounty. She also had a couple sets of stun-cuffs, and twenty meters of fibercord. Tahiri rolled her eyes in annoyance, and gave him a hard look. "Does Master Skywalker know what you're doing?" she asked him. She was careful to keep her hands visible, as she didn't want him to do anything rash. Now the earnest young Jedi flashed a look of uncertainty. "What do you mean?" he asked, his hand on his lightsaber. "Of course Master Skywalker knows what I'm doing. He assigned me here to be a guardian of peace and justice." Tahiri sighed. "Look; Master Skywalker and I have an agreement. I don't turn to the dark side, or kill too many innocent people, and the Jedi leave me alone." The young Jedi considered that a moment. "Master Skywalker would never make a deal with a Scumbag Sith Assassin like you," he declared. "Now toss your weapons away; slowly. I'm taking you in to face justice for what you've done." As he spoke, he began deliberately walking towards her. Scumbag Sith Assassin? Now Tahiri was insulted. She had been a lot of things in her life. Tusken Raider. Yuuzhan Vong. Pain Slut. Killik Joiner . . . she guessed Sith Assassin too. But Scumbag? Still, she didn't want to hurt him if she didn't have to. She definitely couldn't let him take her to the local authorities—who would probably do everything they could to enforce the galaxy-wide arrest warrant. "Please, just comm Master Skywalker, and he'll explain everything," she implored him, using the Force to add a little pressure to the request. "Of course," he agreed with a nod as he continued approaching her. "After I have you in custody where you belong." With that he pulled his lightsaber off his belt, and ignited it. "Now toss your weapons away, and drop down to your knees. You are under arrest." Tahiri let out another sigh. He certainly seemed to be determined to be a good little Jedi today. Still, maybe she could make him see reason. He was only a few meters away from her now. "Please comm Master Skywalker or one of the other Masters before someone gets hurt," she asked him again, using the Force to influence his mind. As she spoke, she reached for her own lightsaber at the small of her back. There was no way she was letting him arrest her. As she pulled it out, he swung his blade towards her wrists. It was a pretty slow strike for a Jedi Knight. Tahiri wasn't sure if he was holding back, or if his skills were just as bad as they seemed. At least he didn't seem to be trying to kill her outright though. Tahiri effortlessly blocked the strike, then, at less-than-full-speed, kicked out at his feet, which he easily leapt to avoid, as she had planned. In mid-air he flicked his lightsaber towards her wrists again. Tahiri instantly stepped past his blue blade, drove her elbow into his chest, and heard a satisfying grunt as the air went out of him. As he came down, she grabbed his right arm, and slammed his wrist on her armored thigh. She heard an even more satisfying crunch as his lightsaber fell out of his hand. She quickly followed that up with a measured strike to his temple with the hilt of her lightsaber, knocking him unconscious. Tahiri ran through a Jedi calming technique as she took a few deep breaths. The Jedi was lying on his back. She had one knee in his chest, and one hand gripping his forearm above his broken wrist. She shut down her lightsaber, and put it on her belt. Then she located his weapon on the duracrete a meter or so away, and summoned it to her waiting hand. Before she had been interrupted, Tahiri had planned on going to her ship, and meditating on the location of the bounty she was tracking. She couldn't leave the Jedi unconscious in a seedy spaceport though. After another deep breath, she picked him up, slung him over her shoulder, and carried him towards her ship. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Once she secured her ship—and her Jedi—Tahiri retrieved a bacta-splint from her medical supplies. Then, while he was still unconscious, she put it on his wrist. Next she secured his wrists—in front of him—with her stun-cuffs. After that she relieved him of his identichit and other items she found on him. Now she had to contact someone and find out why an over-eager Jedi was trying to arrest her. Since she was a wanted fugitive, Master Skywalker didn't want her to comm the Temple directly. That wasn't really a problem since she had several Masters' direct comm codes. In less than a minute she was in contact with Jedi Master Jaina Solo. "Hey Tahiri," Jaina greeted her with a smile. The Jedi Master appeared to be slightly out of breath, like she had just been working out, or training. Since she was wearing a jumpsuit and not a sports bra and hotpants, Tahiri suspected the latter. "Master Solo," Tahiri replied with her own, tight smile. "I see you're training, I'll try not to keep you too long." "It's no problem," the young Jedi Master answered with a dismissive wave. Her durasteel comlink was visible on her wrist. "Just sparring with Ta'tan'ia a little." Tahiri knew that Ta'tan'ia was a Twi'lek, and had served the former Chief of State as under the title of Jedi Liaison, which mostly consisted of being her personal secretary, errand girl, maid, and sex slave. She assumed the sparring session was more of a training session, since Ta'tan'ia wasn't known to be very good with a lightsaber. Tahiri promptly moved her holoemitter so the knocked-out Jedi was in the field. "Does this belong to you?" she asked, gesturing towards the unconscious figure propped up against the wall. "His ID-chit says his name is Wyric Torrin," she explained. "Yes, that's Jedi Torrin," Jaina replied with a frown. "What happened to him?" "He tried to arrest me, then he came at me with a lightsaber. I broke his wrist, knocked him out, then brought him to my ship and put a bacta-splint on his arm," Tahiri explained to Jaina. "And binders," Jaina commented absently. Before Tahiri could respond, her would-be-arrester spoke. "I was trying to arrest this escaped prisoner, and she attacked me, knocked me out, and kidnapped me," Jedi Torrin countered as he regained consciousness. "I asked him to please comm Master Skywalker, as we had an agreement," Tahiri calmly informed her. "Instead he came at me waving his lightsaber. I took him down as quickly as I could." "She's a wanted criminal," Wyric insisted as he tried to sit up, which resulted in him wincing noticeably. "And you broke my wrist," added painfully. "And I could have left you unconscious in the middle of the street," Tahiri replied calmly. "Thank you for providing Jedi Torrin medical assistance, Tahiri," Jaina stated, to Wyric's obvious surprise. "I hope he didn't cause too many problems?" "Not really," Tahiri answered with a shrug. She paused, glanced back at the cuffed Jedi on her deck, then back to Jaina's hologram. "He's not much of a swordsman," she told her friend. "I hope this isn't a typical product of the Jedi Academy these days?" "Hey!" Wyric replied indignantly. Jaina let out a soft chuckle. "Not everyone can be Master Skywalker or Master Katarn," she responded. "As matter of fact, he's one of Master Hamner's," she explained, nodding towards Jedi Torrin. "Oh," Tahiri said, nodding her head in understanding. While that might not explain his lack of skills with a lightsaber, that did explain his insistence on trying to arrest her. "Well, can you tell him to stay away from me?" she asked. "No problem," Jaina answered cheerfully. She turned to Wyric, and said, "Jedi Torrin, when Tahiri releases you you are to leave her ship, and leave her alone, is that understood?" "But she's an escaped prisoner with a galaxy-wide warra—" "I said, is that understood, Jedi Torrin?" Jaina repeated firmly. "Yes Master Solo," he answered resignedly. "If you have any questions, feel free to contact Grand Master Skywalker, or anyone else on the Council, but don't bother Tahiri anymore," Jaina added. "Just forget you ran into her." "As much as you can while nursing a broken wrist," Tahiri couldn't help but adding with a smug grin. Wyric shot her a dirty look, then turned his attention back to the hologram. "Yes Master Solo," he answered with a small nod. "Thanks, Jaina," Tahiri told her with a friendly smile. "No problem," the Jedi Master replied with her own smile, quickly turning her attention back to her. "And if you ever want to come back to the Order, I'm sure you'll be welcome." "Thanks," Tahiri responded sincerely. "I appreciate the offer, but I think I like bounty hunting." "Well, keep it in mind," Jaina said. "We'll even let you train Jedi Torrin there in lightsaber technique." Tahiri glanced back at the Jedi, who had risen to a sitting position, then back to Jaina. "I'm not sure if that's a pro or a con," she explained wryly. Jaina chuckled in response. They exchanged goodbyes, and Tahiri shut down the connection. Then she turned back to her would-be-arrester. "Sorry about the wrist," she told him. He stared back at her a few heartbeats before replying. "Don't mention it." He paused again, and glanced down. "Can you take these off me now?" he asked, raising his cuffed wrists a bit. "Hell no," Tahiri answered. "I know plenty of people that will pay big for a Jedi." Wyric's eyes went wide with shock. "You wouldn't do that," he replied, quickly regaining his composure. Tahiri eyed him a few seconds. "Lucky for you," she finally responded. After a couple of seconds of silence, Tahiri tapped her wrist comlink a couple of times, unlocking the binders. Her wrist comlink, which was maglocked around her right wrist, was black durasteel, and six centimeters wide, just like her collar. A matching chrono was maglocked around her left wrist. While a wrist comm was practical for several reasons—you couldn't really accidentally leave it on a table at a restaurant or something—she mainly wore her cuffs for the same reason she wore her beskar collar. She liked the feeling of hard metal around her neck and wrists. Once he was free, Jedi Torrin climbed to his feet, careful of his injured arm. "My lightsaber?" he asked, holding out his good hand. Tahiri rolled her eyes and sighed again, this time in mock annoyance. Then she produced his lightsaber, and tossed it to him. "I suppose you want your ID and credits back too?" "Yes!" he replied with an indignant frown. She gave him the rest of his stuff, and idly played with her binders while he sorted it out. "So you've got a Mando partner?" Wyric asked, gesturing towards the red helmet sitting on a shelf nearby as he pocketed his credit chits. Tahiri followed his eyes to the Mandalorian helmet, then looked back at the Jedi. "Not anymore," she answered. "What happened?" Wyric asked curiously. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ A few months earlier . . . Tahiri was awoken by a sudden sense of danger from the Force. She opened her eyes in time to see a grenade coming through the open hatchway a few meters away. Almost instinctively, she reached out with the Force and pushed it back towards the opening. Even though the door had only been open a handful of centimeters—and opening wider—when the grenade had come through, somehow it closed again before she could get the grenade back out. It hit against the closing door, and fell to the deck. In a split-second Tahiri reached out with the Force, clenching one fist, to contain the grenade blast. At the same time, she grabbed her beskar chest plate with her other hand, and held it in front of her. A moment later the grenade exploded. Tahiri barely had time to realize that it was only a stun-grenade before her cabin door opened again, and someone began firing blaster bolts in at her. When the first shot hit the beskar armor, she realized they were stun-bolts. She also realized that it was her partner Kad'ika—now former partner—who was shooting at her. Tahiri hurled the armor at him, and grabbed her lightsaber from underneath her pillow. As she charged towards her opponent, she deflected another bolt into the floor with her lightsaber. In a flash she was through the door, and facing off with a fully armored Mandalorian bounty hunter in the corridor. Tahiri, in contrast, was barefoot, and only wearing a gray tank top and black panties. Her chrono, a six centimeter wide durasteel cuff was on her left wrist, and a matching comlink was around her right. However, Tahiri had the Force as her ally, which more than made up for her attire. Kad'ika was back-pedaling as he continued firing at her. Tahiri calmly deflected what were now kill shots back at him. She could sense his panic through the Force. While still firing, he suddenly reached for the miniature flame-thrower on his right forearm. As the jet of flame came out, Tahiri used the Force to shove it back towards him. She flashed an evil grin as the fire engulfed him. With the Force, she fed the fire, intensifying it, and keeping it close to his body. He fired wildly at her in response. Tahiri kept her lightsaber in front of her, but none of the bolts came close enough to bother with. After just a few seconds though, her ship's fire-suppression system kicked in. Tahiri knew she couldn't keep the flames going with it activated, so she quickly switched tactics, and made him think he was being burned alive. With real flames all around, it was no problem to make him think his skin was literally peeling off. Tahiri quickly intensified the feeling of being burnt. She also added the urge to take off his armor to relieve the pain. He dropped his blaster carbine, and began yanking at his helmet. She took a couple of steps, and was in the air flying towards him as his helmet came off. Her lightsaber blade sliced through his head about the level of his mouth. Tahiri landed on one knee just behind him, with her lightsaber blade extended away from her body, and her head bowed. She heard the top part of Kad'ika's head hit the deck with a thud, then his body a second or so later. She held her pose a few more moments as she ran through a Jedi calming technique. Then she shut down her lightsaber, and turned to examine her handiwork. Five minutes later she had stripped off her former partner's armor and assorted weapons. She made sure to hang on to the full-grade beskar knife. In spite of being exposed to a brief but intense fire, the suit's electronics were largely undamaged. The next thing Tahiri did was go to the cockpit, to find out if Kad'ika had left her anymore surprises. She settled into the pilot's seat, and made sure they were still safely in hyperspace. Then she ran a diagnostic. Sure enough, the traitorous Mando had tried to upload some programming to take over her ship's computer. Luckily she—through Talon Karrde—had better slicers, who had programed her ship's computer to defend itself against such intrusion attempts. In less than a minute she had all of Kad'ika's programming flushed. Next Tahiri had her ship's computer check his cabin—and the rest of the ship—for traps. That search came up negative as well. Once Tahiri finished securing her ship, she headed to what had been Kad'ika's cabin. She paused just outside the hatchway, and used the Force to sense danger. After she was satisfied it was safe, she went inside, to see what she wanted to keep. Luckily, Mandalorians didn't normally acquire a lot of belongings. Tahiri quickly cleaned out the stuff she didn't want, and took it to the airlock. Next she dragged Kad'ika and his head to the airlock as well. She closed the inner door, and ejected her former-partner and his trash out into hyperspace. After that Tahiri activated her wrist comlink and summoned the housekeeping droid to clean up the fire suppressant, bits of Kad'ika's brain, blood, and the rest of the mess from the fight. She also left it instructions to go over her cabin, as well as what was now her newly empty cabin. While the droid cleaned up, Tahiri went to the cockpit, and napped in the pilot's chair, just in case. Star Wars: Transformations ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ The Present . . . "He doesn't need it anymore," Tahiri explained blandly as she stood up. "And no more questions. It's time for you to go." Wyric stared at her a second, then slowly climbed to his feet as well. Before he could say anything else Tahiri led him out of the cabin, and down the corridor. "May the Force be with you," she told him once they reached the top of the ramp. "And you," Wyric responded with a nod after a brief hesitation. He turned to go, but stopped before he took a step. "You should turn yourself in," he told her earnestly. "Now that Daala's gone, you'll get a fair trial." Tahiri considered that a moment. "You're right," she answered with an air of resignation. She felt Jedi Torrin's surprise through the Force, and saw his mouth open in shock at her announcement. Then she calmly pulled her stun-cuffs off her belt, and locked them around her wrists—over her chrono and comlink—in front of her. Tahiri held her cuffed hands out towards him, and he stared back at her for several seconds. "You're not serious," he finally stated. "Of course not," she told him with a grin. "Now get off my ship, so I can find a bounty and make some credits." Jedi Torrin shook his head in disappointment, then Tahiri watched him turn and head down the ramp. A few meters off the ramp, he paused, turned halfway around, shook his head, then turned back and kept walking. A few seconds after he disappeared from sight, Tahiri closed the ramp, and secured her ship, still wearing her stun-cuffs. Since they were over her comlink, she couldn't unlock them at the moment, not that she was in any hurry to anyway. Next Tahiri went to the cockpit, and took off her boots. Ever since she was a child, she had preferred to go barefoot. For that reason, most of her ship was carpeted. She set her boots aside, and began pulling up everything she had on the bounty she was hunting. Then she turned off the stun feature of her cuffs. She didn't unlock them though; she just didn't want to accidentally stun herself while wearing them. As she stared at her monitors, she mediated on where her bounty was, and how to capture him. She also idly twisted her cuffs, enjoying the feeling of being restrained. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ While Tahiri stayed very busy as a bounty hunter, she didn't go after the biggest bounties. That was mainly because she only accepted bounties to be delivered to legitimate governments. Gangsters and similar scum usually offered the highest rewards, but they always wanted the bounty so they could exact personal revenge for whatever slight, real or imagined, the being had done against them. As an attractive woman and an active bounty hunter, Tahiri had received dozens of offers to be a private bodyguard. She was even offered a thousand credits a day by a multi-billionaire industrialist to protect his son, who mostly spent his days partying and on exotic vacations. She turned them all down though, in order to do something at least somewhat good. Tahiri liked to think she was better than just a bounty hunter. Sure she got paid, but she didn't even necessarily go after the biggest bounties that otherwise met her criteria. She concentrated on the beings that were the most dangerous to society. Tahiri listened to the Force for guidance on who to go after as she looked over lists of active bounties. Another advantage to being an attractive woman was that Tahiri often got information on her bounties a lot easier than other bounty hunters. She was able to walk into a lot of cantinas, smile, chat up the barkeeper or patrons, and quickly find out what she needed to know. With the Force as her ally, Tahiri had no problem finding wanted beings. The problem was turning them in. While she had several sets of top-notch phony identification, she still ran the risk of being recognized when she turned them over to law enforcement. She had, reluctantly, had some minor cosmetic surgery to remove her most distinctive physical feature, the Vee-shaped scars on her forehead she had received from the Yuuzhan Vong as a teenager. The risk of being recognized had just been too great. It was time to move on from that shavit anyway. After Kad'ika betrayed her, Tahiri had gone to Talon Karrde for help in finding another partner. He suggested Kazzok, a Trandoshan, who had been working for him off and on for nearly twenty years. Tahiri vaguely remembered Kazzok from a story Alema Rar had told her years ago. He had helped her infiltrate Schliebak the Hutt's harem, if she remembered correctly. He had also kept her chained up quite a bit, although he wouldn't have sex with her. Unfortunately Kazzok wasn't interested in having a partner. He especially wasn't interested in a human partner who was relatively new to bounty hunting. Only after Karrde told him who his prospective partner was did he accept her. Kazzok insisted that they use his ship though. Karrde agreed to keep Tahiri's in storage, with the understanding that he could occasionally use it if he needed it. Tahiri moved her belongings to Kazzok's ship. Unfortunately the only place he had for her to sleep was his second holding cell. While she didn't sense any deception from him, she made a mental note to always have her lightsaber with her, especially in her new room. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ A few weeks after Tahiri becomes Kazzok's partner . . . Tahiri strolled into the cockpit and sat down in the co-pilots chair. "So Kazzok, what should we do with this one?" she asked as she propped her bare feet up on the console. She was referring to the blue and gray Mandalorian helmet in her hands. The former owner of the helmet had tried to interfere with their latest bounty. He wasn't around anymore. The towering Trandoshan glanced over at her, then reached out and swept her legs off the console with a single clawed hand. Tahiri didn't even react. "Maybe we can sell it," she commented, hefting the beskar helmet. "I'm keeping it as a trophy," Kazzok hissed as he put his forearm back in the control groove. Tahiri rolled her eyes in annoyance. She knew he was going to say that. "We have two whole sets on display already," she pointed out. Besides the two sets in the trophy room, Tahiri was wearing pieces of a third set of beskar armor. Hers had once belonged to her former partner, who had betrayed her. He wasn't around anymore either. "I have two sets in my trophy room," he corrected her. "There's not even room in there for another set," she responded. That was certainly true. As a Trandoshan with a bounty hunting career going back several decades, Kazzok had amassed an enormous collection of trophies. In fact, the trophy room was so overrun they could barely get in it. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Nearly two months into her partnership with Kazzok, on a planet named Trallis II . . . Tahiri sat in the booth with her back against the wall, surreptitiously keeping an eye on her bounty, as well as scanning the rest of the cantina. She had been there for nearly half an hour. The mark, one Pajr Urchir, also known by Krayt, was at a table, with three other members of his swoop-bike gang. All four were wearing dirty pants, and nerfhide vests with the Zoloz emblem on the back, and other related patches on them. Krayt was wanted for an assortment of charges including armed robbery, and assault with a deadly weapon. He had a five thousand credit bounty on him—alive. Tahiri was also pretty sure two of the other members of the Zoloz had fifteen hundred credit bounties as well. She hoped to get at least one of them along with Krayt. A few moments later, Kazzok's massive frame was silhouetted in the entranceway. Tahiri slid a bit closer to the open end of the booth, away from the wall. Just as Tahiri and Kazzok had planned, when the four bikers saw him, they got up, and began backing towards the rear exit, right towards Tahiri's booth. Tahiri unholstered her blaster, and put a stun bolt in the middle of the closest biker's back. The biker grunted, and swung around as he drew his own blaster. Tahiri swore, and shot him in the head. The other three bikers were half-way around now, with their blasters in hand. The cantina's patrons were scrambling out of the way. The biker on her left spotted her. Tahiri slid out of the booth, and dropped to one knee as she fired another stun bolt. From the other side of the cantina, Kazzok fired his blaster carbine at them. One of the bikers fell, and another one fired at Tahiri. She continued to pump rounds into the bikers as she moved. Suddenly one of them broke for the rear exit. Tahiri fired at him, but missed. She swore again, and took off after him. As she reached the rear exit, she felt a flash of warning through the Force. She ducked, and rolled through the exit as a pair of blaster bolts—kill shots—hit the doorway where her chest would have been. She came to a stop on one knee, and fired at the fleeing biker. Her blaster was still set on stun, as the bounty had stipulated live captures. The bolt hit him in the chest. Just like his pal, he grunted, and fired again. Tahiri matched him, and shot his knee. He swore in pain as he dropped. Unfortunately, he kept a firm grip on his blaster, and kept firing. Tahiri quickly scrambled back to the doorway as she returned fire. Tahiri glanced back into the cantina, to see Kazzok facing off against their original bounty, Pajr Urchir. She changed her aim, and fired a bolt into his hips. He dropped, and Tahiri felt a bolt in her shoulder from the other biker. The force of the bolt knocked her back into the door frame behind her. Luckily her armored jumpsuit took the brunt of the shot. She grunted in pain, and fired back on her attacker—who had moved behind a dumpster for his own cover. Kazzok hissed, then, out of the corner of her eye, Tahiri saw him dash for the front exit of the cantina, presumably to flank the biker. Tahiri slid a little more into the doorway as she fired another stun bolt towards the last biker. She fired again, then ducked in as one got a little too close. More than a dozen bolts apiece—an eternity—later Tahiri spotted Kazzok at the front of the alleyway. He paused and fired a pair of stunbolts into the biker crouching behind the dumpster. From Kazzok's reaction, Tahiri could tell the biker was down. She looked back at the three bikers sprawled on the floor of the cantina, to make sure they were still out. Then, she slowly climbed to her feet. Kazzok squatted and disappeared behind the dumpster. When he stood up a few moments later, the biker was cuffed and slung over his shoulder. Tahiri stepped back into the bar, cuffed Pajr, then the other two. "What the frakk was that all about!?" Kazzok hissed at her as he entered the back of the cantina. "What happened to taking out Pajr, and letting the rest go?" Tahiri gave him an apologetic look. "I think these other two are worth fifteen hundred a piece," she explained. "And how the hell do you plan on carrying three bodies to our ship?" Kazzok demanded. "I can take one, and you can take two," she replied as she searched the biker's pockets. "And who's gonna shoot back at the rest of the Zoloz when they find out we got four of their guys?" Tahiri paused a moment. The plan had been to take down Pajr, then get to their ship before the rest of the biker gang could catch up with them. Carrying three people would slow them down considerably. "Maybe they didn't get off a message?" she suggested. Kazzok hissed in reply. "Let's just take Krayt and this one," he said, waving his hand at the lighter of the two fifteen hundred credit bikers. "And if we run into trouble, you drop yours, and take care of it." "No problem," Tahiri replied as she touched temples of both of the bikers they were taking, and put them in a Force nap. Both would stay unconscious until they got them in the holding cells in their ship. Then she tossed the second biker over her left shoulder, wincing from the shot she had taken to her right one. She exchanged a nod with Kazzok, and they left out the back alley. Within minutes of leaving the alley, they were ambushed by four more Zoloz. Just as they planned, Tahiri dumped her biker, and began shooting back with her blaster pistol. Before she could clear an exit path, two more Zoloz arrived on speeder bikes. One of them was carrying a heavy blaster rifle. These two quickly joined the fight on the side of the other Zoloz. One second Tahiri was shooting at a Zoloz crouched behind a speeder, the next she heard a thud, and Kazzok was on the ground, hissing in pain. His agony was was so intense Tahiri had to shut out the Force to stay focused. She looked over to see a large hole in the wall, and Kazzok on the ground nearby, with Pajr Urchir mostly on top of him. Tahiri ran through a Jedi calming technique, and fired several shots at the biker with the heavy blaster. Then she glanced over, and to her astonishment, saw Kazzok pushing the biker off himself, and climbing to his feet. She was even more shocked to see most of his left arm lying on the duracrete. He let out a painful hiss, picked up his blaster, and began shooting back at their attackers. The shot that had severed Kazzok's arm had also went through their five thousand credit bounty's thigh, nearly severing it as well. That pretty much made him worthless, as no law enforcement agency would pay his bounty with such a serious injury. By this point Tahiri had taken out two of the Zoloz, leaving four still in the fight. She also heard more swoop-bikes approaching. Without voicing the plan, she covered Kazzok while he retreated to a good spot, then he covered her while she retreated farther back. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Present . . . After that debacle Kazzok had had to take a long break from bounty hunting while his arm regrew. He also told her he might even retire altogether. That meant that Tahiri was on her own again. At first she wanted to go after the Zoloz for what they'd done, but after meditating for several hours, she realized she couldn't do that. Not because she wasn't capable, but because it would be just for revenge, and that was of the dark side. Somewhat to Tahiri's surprise, Karrde had no interest in seeking retaliation against the Zoloz either. He explained that he didn't have anywhere near the muscle that he once had, and even then he probably wouldn't have gone to war with the largest swoop-bike gang in the Outer-Rim. Kazzok was a grown Trandoshan, who knew what he was doing, Karrde pointed out. He also told her that wars were bad for business, unless of course, you were an arms dealer. Karrde did say that he'd be passing along whatever information he had about the Zoloz' illegal activities to the appropriate law enforcement; anonymously, of course. Tahiri found out from HoloNet News reports that she had killed two of the Zoloz in the firefight, and the one they'd been after, Pajr Urchir, had been severely wounded, and was now in police custody. Even though she had decided not to seek revenge, Tahiri did instruct her ship's computer to highlight all Zoloz members with active bounties, no matter how small, for each system she visited from now on though. She might not necessarily go after them, but she wanted to be aware of them just in case she ran across one. As for the being Tahiri was currently looking for, she wasn't feeling any direction through the Force. He was wanted for attempted kidnapping, aggravated assault and possession of spice. There was a sixty-five-hundred credit bounty on him, alive. After another ten minutes or so, Tahiri reached out with her cuffed hands, and pulled up a list of other active bounties on the planet. If she couldn't find one, then she was confident the Force would lead her to another bounty. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Part II: Kidnapped ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Several weeks, two systems, and nine successful bounties later . . . Tahiri Veila turned to walk out of the so-called antique shop, deep in thought. She had come here looking for information on a bounty, but the shop proprietor didn't know anything useful. As she was about to step through the door, the old man called out to her. She turned her head back, and felt a sudden spike of danger through the Force. She twisted her body, but was knocked off her feet by blaster bolt to her chest. Tahiri hit the floor and slid backwards into a low platform with an ummph. Another blaster bolt hit her thigh. She reached out with the Force as she scrambled to the far side of the platform for cover, behind the front half of the fifty-year-old landspeeder that was sitting on it. Her thigh was mostly numb from the blaster bolt; she was vaguely aware that both shots had been stun-bolts, although they felt like they had come from at least a carbine. The first one had hit her beskar chest armor though, and hadn't affected her as much. Since she wasn't expecting to find her prey immediately, and to be a bit less conspicuous, Tahiri had left most of her beskar armor on her ship, along with her favorite blaster carbine. Besides her torso armor, she was just wearing her armored bodysuit and knee boots. Her chrono and comlink were mostly hidden underneath the bodysuit. Several more bolts hit around her as she reached for her own blaster on her thigh. When she pulled it out of its holster, she discovered it had taken some of the stun-bolt that had hit her thigh, and was now useless. Frakk. That left her with only her lightsaber, and beskar knife. Well, besides the Force. She could sense at least four people out front. Two of them were only a couple of meters away from the doorway. Tahiri pulled her lightsaber from its place at the small of her back. Before she could ignite it, a stun-bolt hit her forearm, sending it flying underneath some low shelves along the wall behind her. She looked towards the rear of the shop and saw three masked gunmen entering. She grunted as another stun-bolt hit her shoulder, and two more hit her chest. Flat on her back, Tahiri looked up to see one of the gunmen standing over her, pointing a blaster carbine at her. As he pulled the trigger, she drove her eighteen-centimeter beskar knife into the side of his leg, just behind his shin bone. The stun-bolt hit her upper chest, and Tahiri immediately fell into unconsciousness. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ "I told you it was that bounty hunter bitch from Trallis II," one of the masked gunmen said as he checked out the unconscious woman on the floor. "Yeah," another one agreed. Then he turned to a third gunman. "Find out who the frakk she is." The third one nodded, and began searching her pockets. "The old man's dead," a fourth gunmen commented from behind the counter. "Her name's Terri Rapuung," the third gunmen said, examining up her identichit. "And she's got a membership card under the same name to the Bounty Hunters' Guild." "Good, get her, and let's get the frakk out of here," the second gunman announced. The first and third gunmen quickly put stun-cuffs on her wrists—behind her back. Then they lifted her by her upper arms, and carried her towards the door. Outside the group loaded into a nondescript boxy cargo speeder the other members of the team had brought around. The gunman she had stabbed in the leg was already in the back. "Give her the ryll," the second gunman said once the doors were closed. "And get her clothes off her." "Hey, the schutta is wearing a wrist chrono and comlink that look like shackles," a gunman commented in surprise as he injected her with a dose of glitteryll. Star Wars: Transformations "Yeah, I saw that," the the third gunman answered. He was busy trying to figure out how to remove her torso armor. "Must be a bondage freak," another one added with an amused chuckle. "Right up your alley," he added, nodding towards the first gunman. The first gunman barely heard his companion. He had noticed the durasteel around her wrists as well, and was already wondering just how into bondage she really was, and imagining all the things he was going to do to her, whether she was a submissive or not. By now the third gunman had gotten what they thought was durasteel armor off her torso. Then he and the gunman who had injected her took off her boots and socks. Next they quickly uncuffed her, stripped her bodysuit off her arms, then re-cuffed her. After that they finished stripping off her bodysuit, and her black panties, revealing a toned, muscular body that was completely hairless except for her head. All of the swoop-bikers took a moment to admire their new prize. "Frakking schutta," the gunman Tahiri had stabbed said in disgust. One of his buddies was wrapping a large bandage around his lower leg. "I guess that gives you first dibs on our new slave," the second gunman said, pulling off his jacket to reveal a nerfhide vest with Zoloz patches on it, including one saying PRESIDENT. "Hey, I'm the one that spotted her," the first gunman contended, pulling off his jacket to reveal his own Zoloz vest, and his V. PRESIDENT patch. "Come on man," the wounded swoop-biker interjected, "You'll get plenty of chances to fuck her. Just let me have the first one." "It's not my fault you let her stab you," the Vice President replied. As they headed back to their clubhouse, the two Zoloz continued to argue over who would get to have sex with their victim first. Once the gang got their victim safely tucked away in their clubhouse, they attempted to remove her durasteel wrist chrono and comlink. When they couldn't they got black durasteel bands to cover them, and especially to keep her from accessing the controls for her comlink. The bands had the swoop-bike gang's logo on them to show who the former bounty hunter belonged to now. The Zoloz maglocked a five centimeter wide black durasteel shock collar around their new slave's neck. The shock function was there in case she didn't eagerly cooperate with their demands. It also had a tracking device in case she escaped. They hoped not to have to use either feature, but wanted them there just in case. Just like the bands they maglocked onto her chrono and comlink, the collar had the swoop-bike gang's logo on it. They also got a fake ID for her, so she wouldn't accidentally discover who she had been. While they were getting that done, the gang also worked out the story they would tell her as she regained consciousness. The injection of glitteryll they gave her had wiped out her memories, and made her more suggestible. Every time she began to wake up, the Zoloz built on the new background story they had come up with for her. They told her she was a chick who slept at the clubhouse, and had overdosed on glitteryll. They also told her that she slept with all of the club members, or anyone else they wanted her to. When she finally became fully coherent, all she would remember was what they had told her. After that, they would give her smaller doses every couple of days to keep her memory from returning. She was a glit-biter after all. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Nearly a week later . . . "Hey Torri, bring me a beer," Dirc called from his poufchair, which was a couple of meters from the holoscreen, which had a shockball game playing on it. His lower right leg was wrapped in a bacta patch. He had been stabbed in a fight with another swoop-bike gang a few days ago. At least that's what they had told her; she didn't remember. The blonde woman promptly got up off her stool, stepped behind the bar, and opened the conservator. She was barefoot, and wearing a pair of tight grayish-blue cut-off short-shorts, and a black crop top with the Zoloz logo on the front. A five-centimeter wide black durasteel collar was locked around her neck, and matching cuffs were on her wrists. The cuffs had the Zoloz logo on them, which consisted of a stylized rancor on a swoop-bike, with both engulfed in flames. PROPERTY was in curved print above the logo, and OF ZOLOZ in curved print below it. The collar had the words ZOLOZ engraved in large silver letters on one side of the leash ring, SLUT on the other, and PROPERTY OF ZOLOZ engraved across the back. The Zoloz rancor logo was engraved on either side of the collar, dividing the messages on the front and back. Torri was still getting used to being at the clubhouse again. She didn't really remember anything before her last overdose, but the few memories she had were good ones. They were mostly of her lounging around—naked except for some shackles—with various members of the Zoloz close by, often high, always happy. Several times she had woken up while one of them was fucking her. They had told her her name was Torri Antilles, and that she had been staying with them a few months. Her identichit—which said she was twenty-nine—was dated nearly a year ago, so she had been here at least that long. Before that, she had no idea. She was wearing her collar in the holo on it, so she assumed she had been wearing it, and the cuffs, at least that long as well. The Zoloz confirmed that she had. She looked to be pretty high in the holo on the identichit too. The swoop-bike gang explained that she had overdosed on glitteryll—again. As for the collar and cuffs, they told her that she was really into bondage, and loved wearing them so much she never took them off, and had that she had lost the remote to unlock them. The Zoloz logo was to show her allegiance to the club, and who she belonged to. Even though she didn't remember much, Torri knew she was a bondage-loving submissive. She hadn't really been alarmed when she woke up shackled spread-eagle. She definitely loved it when Cyllir or one of the other guys cuffed her. Some of the other stuff might not quite feel right, but she didn't care. The sex was great, the Zoloz gave her plenty of glitteryll, crude, pleezer, and giggledust, and they let her walk around barefoot pretty much all the time, which she loved to do for some reason. She also enjoyed dancing for them on the stripper pole they had, and giving them lap dances. She slept with any of the members when they wanted her to, but she mostly hung out with Cyllir, who was the club Vice President. He was also the most into bondage and domming her, so that worked out great too. She didn't really mind cleaning up after the Zoloz and everyone else that hung out around the clubhouse. Once Torri got the beer, she walked over, and handed it to Dirc. He promptly grabbed her wrist, and she cooperatively allowed him to pull her into his lap sideways, leaning against one armrest with her legs over the other one. "Thanks babe," he said with a leer as he caressed her bare thigh. She knew he didn't really want an answer. The Zoloz liked their women to stay quiet, except in the bedroom. Instead she leaned in, and gave him a slow, open mouthed kiss. When Dirc broke the kiss, he lifted the bottle to her mouth. Torri took a hefty swallow, then grinned at him as he took one. She kept grinning at him as he sat the bottle on the armrest, and then put his hand on her breast. His other hand went to the front of her shorts. Before he could do anything else though, Cyllir and Sid came in from the back part of the club house. "Time to go for a ride, baby," Cyllir announced cheerfully. "You'll have to play with our slavegirl later," he added to Dirc with a chuckle. Since Cyllir was the club Vice President, Torri knew she had to obey him. She knew that Dirc knew it too. "Sorry," she mouthed to him with a wink, as she climbed to her feet. "Let me grab my boots," she called towards Cyllir as she headed to the back. Torri pretty much only wore shoes when she was dancing for the Zoloz or had to leave the clubhouse, so she didn't have very many pairs. The ones she did have were mainly for her to look sexy for everyone, and not very practical—not that that bothered her. She had one pair in particular for wearing on the back of a swoop-bike. They were black nerfhide platform ankle boots with silver platforms and fifteen-centimeter stiletto heels. The boots had a couple of wide straps with buckles going around them as well. The topmost straps went around her ankles. Torri wrapped the straps tightly around her ankles, checked herself out in the mirror, and strutted back out to join her Zoloz. She found Cyllir, Sid, and Dirc outside on their swoop-bikes. She quickly climbed on the back of Cyllir's, and wrapped her arms around his waist. "So, where are we going?" she asked as they pulled away. "Don't worry about it, babe," Cyllir answered with a smile, and a pat on her bare thigh. Torri only had a couple of vague memories of the world outside of the clubhouse, so she didn't know much about the city. As matter of fact, she didn't even know what planet she was on. She made a mental note to ask Cyllir or someone when she had the chance. It wasn't that big of a deal though—as long as she was with the Zoloz, she was happy. Torri held Cyllir tight, and enjoyed the vibrations of the engine on her clit. Several minutes later, a police speeder appeared behind them. Cyllir muttered a curse, and the three swoop-bikes pulled over and came to a stop. Torri let out a soft groan of frustration as the swoop-bike's engine came to a stop. "You clean?" Cyllir asked quietly, glancing around. Dirc nodded his head in consent, but Sid shook his once, and brushed his hand across one of his pockets. Torri guessed he had some spice or something on him. "Well well well, if it isn't the local chapter of the Zoloz," the officer commented as he approached them. "Just a few swoop-bike enthusiasts, out for an afternoon ride?" The officer was Human, perhaps thirty-five, tall, and looked to be in very good shape. He moved with an assured confidence while his eyes constantly scanned all three of the Zoloz, and Torri. "That's right Officer Pratt," Cyllir agreed amicably. "We're just out enjoying the fresh air and sunshine." "Hhhmmm," the officer replied skeptically. "Anybody got anything illegal on them?" "Nope," Dirc answered quickly. "NO," Sid told him pointedly. "Of course not," Cyllir responded earnestly, while Torri simply shook her head, and twirled her hair with her fingers. "Hhhmmm," Officer Pratt repeated. "Who's carrying a blaster today?" All three Zoloz denied the allegation. "Where would I even put one?" Torri asked, posing to show off her tight, skimpy clothes that barely covered her toned body. Officer Pratt gave her a quick once over with his eyes. "I see your point," he answered with a professional nod. "You even got room for an identichit in there?" "Yeah," Torri replied quickly. She glanced at Cyllir, who rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Good, let me see it," Officer Pratt told her, holding out his hand. "I like to know everyone hanging around with the Zoloz." Torri gave Cyllir an apologetic look, realizing why he was annoyed with her quick answer. Then she pulled her identichit out of the back pocket of her tight cut-offs, and handed it to him. "Torri Antilles," Officer Pratt commented as he glanced at the identichit. "How long you been hanging around with these guys?" he asked, nodding his head towards the three swoop-bikers. As he spoke, he slid her identichit into a small scanner on his belt. It would tell him if she had any warrants, previous arrests, or anything else law enforcement might need to know about her. Once he finished up here, he'd update the computer to make her a known associate of the Zoloz, and Cyllir in particular. "Um, a couple of months or so," she replied vaguely, glancing at Cyllir for his approval. As she spoke, she pushed her hands into the front pocket of her cut-offs. Well, her fingers, as that's all she could fit in. Her wrists flexed out, displaying the Zoloz logo on her cuffs. "So why haven't I seen you around?" he asked, glancing back and forth between her and the swoop-bikers. "The Zoloz usually like to show off their women, especially when they wear as little as you do." Torri glanced back at Cyllir nervously. "I don't know," she answered with a shrug. "I guess I don't really leave the clubhouse much." "I'll bet," Officer Pratt said in disbelief. "They make you wear the collar and cuffs with the club logo and all that?" he asked, waving his hand towards her neck. "Oh, no," she assured him with a simple shake of her head. "I love wearing them," she explained, grinning and lifting her chin to show off her collar. "Hhhmmm," Officer Pratt said yet again, pulling her identichit out of the scanner. "Have you used any illegal drugs today?" he suddenly asked her, staring hard into her eyes. Torri swallowed nervously. She had done a little pleezer a while ago, but she wasn't about to admit it to a cop. She felt fine now anyways. "No," she replied firmly, wishing he would let it go. Officer Pratt stared at her another couple of heartbeats, then he glanced down at the red welts on the back of her upper thighs, peeking out below her cut-offs. "What about the whipping?" he asked, staring into her eyes again. "That's just a little bedroom fun, Officer Pratt," Cyllir assured him. "She likes it." "Yeah," Torri agreed with a genuine smile. "Those barely even hurt." Officer Pratt wasn't quite convinced. "If anyone is abusing you, we can protect you," he told her. Torri frowned in confusion a heartbeat. "Oh, nothing like that is going on," she informed him, her frown turning into a seductive smile. "I like getting whipped." Officer Pratt raised his eyes in surprise a couple of seconds. He quickly recovered however. "Well, as long no one's being forced to do anything against their will," he commented as he held her identichit out towards her. "Not me," Torri answered with a shrug, taking the identichit and sliding it into her back pocket. "Make sure things don't go too far in the bedroom," Officer Pratt said, glancing towards Cyllir. "Too many marks, she won't be able to show so much skin around town." "We'll be careful," Cyllir replied with an agreeable nod. "Hey, why'd you stop us anyway? We weren't speeding or anything." "Oh, he looked a little unsteady on his bike," Officer Pratt commented, gesturing vaguely towards Dirc or Sid. "I just wanted to make sure everyone was safe to ride. You know, wasn't drunk or anything." "We really appreciate that, but we're fine. No one's drunk," Cyllir informed him. "Hhhmmm," Officer Pratt said again. Then he looked directly at Sid. "Aren't you still on parole for that robbery and assault?" Dirc muttered a curse. "So?" Sid barked. "So since you're still on parole, then I don't need cause to search you," he explained. "Step over here and put your hands on my speeder." "Whatever," Sid answered in mock apathy. He shrugged his shoulders, and began walking towards the police speeder. Torri knew that if the cop found whatever it was Sid has in his pocket, then he'd go to jail. She had to do something. "Officer," she began as she took a step towards him. "We're just out for a ride. Can't you give us a break this time? We promise we'll go right back to our clubhouse." As she spoke, she . . . wished him to let them go in her mind. By this time Sid had his hands on the speeder, and his feet spread apart. Officer Pratt was standing just behind him, with one foot between his, and facing the rest of the Zoloz. The police officer paused, and Torri locked eyes with him a few moments. "Please?" she implored him. Officer Pratt glanced at her a moment, then to Cyllir. "I won't see the three of you out here at all for the rest of the day?" he asked. "You got my word," Cyllir assured him with a nod. Officer Pratt considered that a few seconds, then took a step back, while keeping his hand on Sid's vest. "And Torri will still be able to show all of that nice skin . . . if she wants to, that is?" "Of course, Officer," Cyllir answered. "Get out of here then," he told them, nodding his head back towards their clubhouse. "And I don't want to see any of the other Zoloz out here today riding together either." "Okay," Cyllir agreed as he straddled his swoop-bike and began strapping his helmet back on. Torri climbed on behind him, and strapped hers on as well. By the time Sid got onto his swoop-bike and got his on, Cyllir and Dirc had theirs started up. A couple of seconds later, all three swoop-bikes were turning to head back to the clubhouse. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ "Great job, babe," Cyllir said, slapping her ass. They had just arrived back at the clubhouse, and were climbing off the swoop-bikes. "No problem," Torri replied cheerfully, stepping forward to wrap her arms around his waist. "I'll do anything for my Zoloz," she added, leaning in and rising to her tip-toes to give him a kiss. "Yeah, thanks," Dirc agreed as he climbed off his swoop-bike. "You really kept Sid here out of some poodoo." "What'd you have anyway?" Cyllir asked, breaking the kiss with Torri. "Just some ryll," Sid answered with a shrug. "A few grams." "Well, as a reward for talking that frakker out of searching you, I think we ought to let this sexy little slut here have a hit," Cyllir informed him, moving his hands to Torri's ribcage and lifting her up off the ground till her tits were head-high. Torri let out a yelp of glee at his attention. She wasn't quite as thrilled about the glitteryll, though. The last few times she had done it, she just hadn't felt it like she used to. "I'm cool, baby," she told Cyllir with a friendly grin. "What?" he asked, setting her down quickly, practically dropping her. Torri stumbled a bit in her fifteen-centimeter stiletto heeled boots as she landed. "Can I have some crude or pleezer instead?" she asked. "I don't want to oh-dee again and lose my memory," she explained meekly. The three Zoloz exchanged a quick glance with each other. Then Cyllir stepped forward, and grabbed her neck with both hands. "If we tell you to do some ryll, then you're gonna do some ryll, understand, bitch?" he told her malevolently, squeezing her neck above her collar. "I don't care if it's enough to fry every synapse in that empty head of yours; you'll do it, and like it." "Okay, okay, baby," Torri answered pleadingly. "I'll do it, just let me go." Instead of releasing her, Cyllir moved one hand to grab her hair. Then he pulled it down, while holding her neck still, forcing her head to tilt back. Torri obediently opened her mouth, and Sid dropped a hit of glitteryll in. It looked to be a little bigger dose than she normally took, but there was nothing she could really do about it right now. She swallowed, then opened her mouth again to show that she had taken the hit. With one hand still gripping her hair, Cyllir reached into her mouth, and moved her tongue to check under it. "Good girl," he told her, relaxing his grip. "Now why don't we take you to the bedroom, and you can pay us back for that ryll you just took." "Sure thing, baby," Torri replied with a vacuous grin plastered on her face. She was already starting to feel the glitteryll hit her. She let out a little giggle as Cyllir picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. A minute later, Torri happily allowed him to flop her onto the bed in one of the clubhouse's bedrooms. She did need a little help getting out of her cut-offs, but he was happy to lend a hand. Once she was naked except for her collar, cuffs, and boots, he shackled each of her wrists and ankles to one of the bedposts, spread-eagle. Then he climbed on top of her, and began fucking her.