[tent Warning - Svery, Sve Sale, Kidnapping, Non]

  Naked and alohe Fury sat in her cell, kneeling, hands resting ohighs. Funny, thought Kaster, she was a sve and didn’t know it. Her asaative posture was nearly identical to a sve’s. Because the Fury’s sidered it a meditative state, she would never have realized how simir the two postures were.

  Kaster enjoyed watg her through the cameras in the cell. She had no privacy at all. Especially after leaving her robes with him. The only thing she wore now was the shock colr he’d pced on her. She would eye the camera, attempting to reach out to him. He ignored all her efforts.

  It was enough to know he’d been her first. There’d been no hymen to break which hadn’t surprised him. The way she’d fought and flipped through the air, he k had been a victim of the acrobatic regiment Fury’s trained in. He’d sidered having her again, but there was no point. He’d brought her to womanhood in as shameful a ossible. Worse still it had been at the hands of another Fury like herself. Although ohat had not been trained in her dead religious ways. They’d always be linked, when she would think of him iure, it wouldn’t be about losing the Bde fight. It would be about how he shamed her and made her want that shaming.

  Ohird day, she began tapping on the wall. It took him a while to realize it wasn’t just a nervous habit but an effort to unicate. It took the library a few minize and transte some aongue called Morse.

  “Where are you taking me?” she tapped in several variations.

  Flipping on the mic he spoke, “There’s a bounty on your head. You’ll spend the rest of your days in Coalition svery. Don’t bother talking, I’m not listening to your voice. Your Fury mind tricks won’t fiile ground with me.”

  He ignored most of her tapped messages. Where had he been trained, why was he doing this, who did he work for… all b.

  “When did you drop out?” she tapped.

  Kaster ughed. The greatest warriors and intellects of our time? She was assuming so much.

  “I do enjoy watg you now that you are naked. I would have never guessed you had such phenomenal tits uhose robes.” He teased, trying to get a rise out of her and knowing he probably never would. “Full, firm, with hard nubby nipples perfect for pying with for hours. I should have abused those sweater puppets more when I was fug you. But what I say, I was hungry for the main course. Anyway, milk-bangers… What makes you think I had any training?”

  She tapped out a long response about his style, that his emotional outbursts may be trary to Fury training, but his skill with the Bde and Focus trol could have only been taught by a Fury Maester. He admired her tenacity. She was still hoping some trick might be able to turn things around. Sadly, he would collect his bounty, and she would bee a prestige sve for some warlord wanting t that he was banging a fallen Fury.

  Midway through the trip, Kaster sidered bringing her out of the cage for another round. But she was just so dull. Meditating, saying mantras, and asking the most b questions. The thought of a good old-fashioned hate fuck crossed his mind, but with her, not even that excited him. He yearo be hunting again. Trag dowhe thrill of frontation. Always w if they would fight or run. And that animalistic thrill that filled him when they did either.

  By the fifth day he knew he could stop her tapping by asking sex questions. If she eheir first time together, if her first time was everything she’d imagined, and if she was excited to bee nothing more than holes for other’s pleasures for the rest of her life. She would go quiet, and into her meditation lotus pose. Underh it though, he could feel tickles of hatred. If she would only feed those emotions, she might discover an escape. Pliant, quiet, aative would not work.

  The st feassed slowly. Wheouched down on Yirnte, he was all too happy to open her cell door with a gag and blindfold in hand. He reached out with his Focus, reading her iions, and was disappointed when she didn’t fight. He shoved the gag in her mouth and tightened while she looked pleadingly into his eyes.

  “Sorry D-cups, you’ve already been paid for.”

  Her eyes brimmed with tears as he slipped the blindfold on her. She’d still be able to see in a sense. But it would require her to split her Focus up, fragment her powers, and she k. There’d be no more trouble from her, she was savirength to escape ter.

  Poor thing. He almost felt sorry for her. Once she was impnted, and fitted with Binds, there’d be nothio attempt escape. A lifetime of stoicism would e unwoven, and she would feel, or be forced to feel, emotions that had been turned off for so long. In a year's time, he guessed she’d be little more than a happy sve girl eager to prostrate and dry humper herself on anyone her master pointed her toward.

  He cuffed her hands behind her back, locked her in high heels, then clipped a to her colr. Blind and hobbled she’d have a very tough time fighting even a librarian. He led her from the ship. Just as expected, even without sight, she was able to keep up and avoid tripping remarkably well.

  She did struggle a bit with the heels. It was obvious she’d never worn anything like them in her life. Within the span of a dozeers, she figured out just how to sway her hips, how to pe foot in front of the other to move smoothly and gracefully. He rewarded her by sharing a vision of what the shoes did ts, how the starport crew all stopped to lust for her swaying bare ass.

  He approached a row of air-cabs and asked the first driver, “ you take me to Hol Vydon’s Pace?”

  “You have clearance for that?” the cabby asked.

  “I do.” Kaster said, “You aren’t ied, are you?”

  “No, sir. I don’t py in that league. Watch your step, sir.”

  The cabby took a few liberties helpi Indy-Ra into the vehicle. Kaster said nothing, she roperty now.

  The ride was dired short across the top of a megapolis of sprawling but stubby buildings. Many of the streets below were unpaved, a luxury only the wealthy could afford in Coalition space. And Kaster was on his way to see one of the wealthiest: Hol Vydon, warlord, crime boss, and de facto gover in the Coalition, where votes were ted in bster shots.

  Kaster expio Vydon’s majordomo that he’d captured the Hol’s quarry and was here to deliver her. The majordomo gave a gracious bow a Kaster in the expansive receiving room with a half dozen other ses, all waiting to do business.

  With little to do but wait, Kaster set Indy-Ra standing in a er. He shared his view of her with her and ehe trickle of humiliation that was returned. He knew she could see herself through his eyes. Her firm muscur ass, bound hands cealing nothing, ohat stretched the shape of her legs. It was such a delicious sight that a leather-skinned Um approached.

  “Your sve, I’d pay handsomely for a small sample.”

  “And I would gdly sell you her services.” Kaster watched the short, bloated alien lick its lips in anticipation, “But I ot… This is Hol Vydon’s property.”

  Kaster could feel the humiliation radiating off Indy-Ra. A lifetime of reverend differeo now be so casually talked about like an object to be bartered and passed around.

  “A shame,” the Um tinued, “to make her blush as so. Intoxig.”

  “I’m sure the Hol will have many a delightful evening wearing her in.” Kaster said while broadcasting the view of a crimson flush creeping down from Indy-Ra’s neck.

  “As would I.” the Um went back to his waiting, eyeing the naked sve in the er.

  “Hunter Kaster,” the majordomo approached. “Fortune smiles with you today. My lord, Hol Vydon, is eager to audience. He will see you in his pleasure den. Ohing… please address the Hol as ‘My Lord.’ If you would follow me.”

  Kaster followed with Indy-Ra close at heel. Even blindfolded she navigated the sweeping stairs up to the sed level with ease. Her mastery of the awkward shoes was plete, she moved as if she’d always worn them.

  The majordomo opened a set of wide double doors adorned with relief figures in every sexual union possible, including many alien appendages. As they ehe sound of a sh whisking through the air, the snap of it against skin, and an apanying cry could be heard.

  The pleasure den was a vast room, easily able to hold six parked air-cars. Along its side were the torture devices of dozens of species. At the far end was a swimming pool of bed, circled by thick binding rings and hanging s. To one side of the bed was the mother of all chairs. A throne suitable for the Emperor of the gaxy, if such a thing ever did or could exist.

  Hol Vydon sat watg as one sve delivered shes across another sve’s backside. The two women bowed and scurried to one side of the chair, joining four other naked women all kneeling. He was a rge man, two meters tall at least, and nearly two hundred kilos. Several weightlifters could fit in his skin with ease. He eyed Kaster and his captive as they approached. Twe brooding men with disruptor rifles stood behind the Hol’s chair in dark armor, both had the eyes of murderers.

  “So, this is the Fury t that’s caused me so much grief?” Vydon said in a low throaty voice. He rubbed a great fist aultiple s.

  Kaster replied, “This is the Fury Indy-Ra. I’m here to cim her bounty.”

  “Yes, yes.” Vydon said, “You captured her alone?”

  “I had help,” Kaster said, only partially lying. Many people had given him info leading to her, they’d all helped in their own ways. “But, I am the only oo collect.”

  “But she did not surrender willingly?”

  “No, my lord. We crossed Bdes.”

  “Crossed Bdes?” Vydon said with a meaty chuckle. “How is that possible?”

  Kaster swept his robe back showing the pommels of two WaveBdes. He reached for hers, and the guards immediately brought up their rifles. Kaster froze lifting his left hand in submission, “For you, lord. The captured Bde of a Fury.”

  He unclipped her Bde and tossed it to Vydon as the murderers watched through gunsights.

  The Hol turhe pommel in his hands, “This is an ued treasure. And here I was thinking I’d have to stitch her back together if anyone were able to capture her. To think a Rogue Fury would brio me.” His guards lowered their rifles, but their eyes burned with an eagero use them.

  “I am no Fury. I spit on their ways.” Kaster said with a snarl.

  The warlord eyed him, then nodded, “Your ways are your own. You’ve brought me my prize and more. I end you on aplishing the impossible.”

  “Thank you, my lord.”

  “And did you… sample her?”

  “I am a man. And as you see, she had little to say in the manner.”

  Vydon ughed heartily, “Oh I would give another bounty to have seen that. This haughty t, spread and stuffed. Don’t worry yourself bitch, I’ll be enjoying that soon enough as well.”

  Kaster had the videos from his ship but said nothing.

  “Syrakk! Pay this man. Full bounty and… a bonus.”

  Kaster bowed deeply, gd that there seemed to be no trouble with the payment.

  “One more thing,” Vydor said in a low voice.

  The ominous tone made Kaster ch, ready for betrayal.

  “Do you think you repeat the task? Bring another Fury to heel?”

  Kaster looked straight into the huge warlord's eyes. This was the type of hunt he’d always yearned for.

  “If the price is right…” he said.