Chapitre 81: Interval Seventeen: Entertaining Negotiations
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"That's not nearly enough for what I brought you." The human captain growled, sitting across from 'Crazy Candi' as her heeled boots rested on the desk she was flanked by her 'clowns' well current 'clowns' they varied Event to Event, 'Booty and Titties' a bald black-skinned human and a green-skinned Twi'lek respectively, their nicknames holding very specific and obvious meanings.
"The last batch you brought me took a little extra effort to train up." Candi said lazily, absently filling her well-manicured fingernails, more interested in those than this negotiation. The man was an 'exotic creature' catcher, you could only rely on the creatures of Juggalo II for so long before you needed something more exotic. Like a rancor, or krayt dragon, or some massive horrific underwater creature for a 'swimsuit' special. She inwardly chuckled remembering that event fondly… although she imagined the slaves who came out with a few less limbs weren't so fond.
"That's not my problem." Her captain snarled, "You cost me five hunters for sending me to that hell hole, I'm going to need more, or this shit comes out of my pocket. And good luck finding some other idiot to do what I do."
She already had five other idiots, but it helped to stroke their egos, among other things, to make them think you're doing them a favor. "Alright Honey, alright…" she said 'sighing' as if he was winning this conversation and leaning forward, resting her painted chin in her hands and pressing her bouncy, bouncy girls together in 'absent thought' with her arms as he naturally looked deep into her hypnotizing cleavage. "How about I give you a 'bonus'…" she said, her voice purring softly.
His eyes naturally went back to her chest, and he openly stared in silence as her bright red lips twisted into a smile. "…What kind?" he asked, and she knew she had won. The captains were so easy sometimes it was silly.
She smiled and stood up, stretching her arms to the side as Booty and Titties walked into them, and she wrapped her arms around their waists. "I'll let my girls explain to you…" then her hands went to Titties' tits and Booty's booty, gently rubbing and slapping. "All night if you like… but don't tell anyone I don't run a brothel here."
No. She ran that in the city by a proxy. But not in the arena.
He looked between the 'clowns' and settled on her, "…What if I'd like you to 'explain' it to me?" he said, trying to be subtle but failing.
"I'm not a whore Captain." She said very firmly, "But I am lending you two for the same price." She released Booty and Titties and leaned forwards again her hands spread wide, her chest heaving as she breathed huskily, "Or you can take your payment and get out… there are plenty of other men looking for work. I've even promoted a slave to do the job once." Then she looked pityingly at him, "…Oh… did that just imply you're no better than a slave? I'd didn't mean that…" she stood up straighter. "I'll let you think on it for a minute then the deal, and the girls, are off the table." She chuckled at the joke, she absently looked Titties up and down for a moment, and for no other reason than her own interests she groped her tits. Titties moaned as she did, letting Candi's hands bite deep into her flesh. It wouldn't be the first time.
The captain snarled, watching the scene before answering with a bitter defeated, "Fine."
"Good!" Candi said with a grin, turning towards the back of her office and slapping a stoic Booty hard on the booty and opening a door that led to her personal quarters, "Don't leave a big mess. And don't take too long. make sure he's happy girls!" and she left them alone, quickly walking to her security room where she could view through hidden cameras the whole arena. Including her office.
It's not the first time she blackmailed people. Speaking of black… she whistled to herself as she saw Blackjaw Gryst make the Albino trandoshan slave girl Boella, ride his thick meaty cock. She licked her lips at the sight, she wouldn't mind riding a monster like that, but the monster it was attached to might kill her with his teeth in the attempt, so that sort of balanced out… she frowned thoughtfully as she watched Blackjaw bodily lift the pleasured Boella to bounce rhythmically up and down his length like she was a pleasure doll, she did look a little limper than usual. Why was her stomach covered with one, two… she zoomed in to count more accurately, eleven tally marks? Oh well, something for later.
She pressed record on that camera and turned the channel on another screen to her office as Titties and Booty leaned back against her desk in front of the Captain, rubbing each other's respected attributes as he watched them patiently as their painted-up faces pressed together to kiss, opening their mouths wide to let their tongues do the work just like Candi personally taught them.
She leaned back in her chair and stretched her legs wide onto the desk as she watched, her hand slowly slipping to her crotch and rubbing. Then she tried to remember the captain's name and couldn't, it didn't really matter she'd figure it out later. The blackmail material she was making for his loved ones would need it if he ever tried this shit again.
He apparently couldn't wait anymore, standing up he turned and shoved Booty over the desk, bending her ass out to meet him as Titties leaned over on her own, letting her heavy breasts rest on the cold steel as he began adjusting his pants to release his rather average sized cock. Tearing away booty's clothes as he did and hungrily spreading her bouncy ass cheeks.
Candi grinned to herself, what was it about the ship Captains who worked for her and bribery with pussy? She wondered briefly is she just attracted that scum of the galaxy… then she remembered her first three husbands and concluded that. Yes. yes she did. Still, though they all serve their purpose in her arena. And her second husband even still does her accounting; happily, after she saw what she did to her first…
She moaned as a jolt of pleasure shot up from her pussy as the captain's hand smacked Booty hard on the booty, making it shake and sting. Candi hoped he didn't bruise her, she was an eye catcher. Candi would hate to have to find another girl who complimented Titties so well before the next Show…
The captain grabbed Booty's face and tugged smearing her white clown make-up slightly, she hissed in pain as he shoved his cock into her ass. It wouldn't be the first or last time she had a dick in there, but the abuse she was taking would definitely hurt, she didn't have any hair to grab onto after all. But deciding that her face was too awkward to grab, he lowered his hands to her neck and pulled her back against him steadily, thrusting into her ass and making it bounce erotically for the camera as his hips slapped against her flesh.
Candi licked her lips and thrust her own hips against her fingers to the movement, whether she was fucking booty or the captain even she didn't know or care. Only that her fingers made her feel good and she loved to watch… the captain was boring anyway. He just fucked her, he didn't smack her ass or talk dirty to her. Candi's pleasure high was quickly dropping as he moved steadily on in Booty…
Then he stepped up. He squeezed Booty's neck so hard that she slapped his hands in desperation breaking her submission delusion. She couldn't breathe as he began moving rapidly, groaning in his imminent release as he abused her hole. Like somebody turning the dial up to ten on a speaker, Candi's pussy flooded with arousal as she watched her clown whore get choked out. "That's it. That's all she's good for!" she hissed, watching intently as her fingers began moving faster than he was, only caring about her own release than her imagination. "Choke that fucking bitch!" she cried happily and came hard just as he did.
Booty struggled valiantly but his grip was too tight, her mouth wide with her tongue hanging out, gasping for breath as her eyes quivered in her sockets as she stared hopelessly on. "That's it…" Candi hissed, quickly moving her fingers again, "That's it Booty look where you're going…"
Then the captain released her and Candi bit her lip in delight, Booty sucked in air desperately as she coughed, collapsing onto the desk as he pulled out of her. Dripping seed onto Candi's floor as Booty's ass leaked a little seed down her crack before he ass quickly closed. While her pussy dribbled unwanted arousal to mix with seed on the floor. Candi leaned towards the screen as it closed in towards the sight… and licked Booty's pussy through the screen as if she was there in the room with her. Someone was going to get a treat tonight… and if Booty was a good girl she'll let her have one too.
The captain was flaccid, he clearly had trouble with one girl let alone two but he looked at Tittles, sitting back down on the chair and watching her. "Get me hard again…" he said, stroking his cock, "I'm getting my 'credits' worth from you both.
Titties completely indifferent to her friend almost being asphyxiated, at least visually, stroked Booty's back gently before turning and leaning back on the desk, jaunting her hips forward and slowly gyrating as she groped her large natural breasts with both hands, watching the Captain's cock slowly throb back to life. "Come here… suck the ass off my dick." He demanded as Titties knelt between his legs, feeling his hands rub against her lekku before he gripped the sides of her head. Her tongue carefully licked against the head of his cock before, giving him a light tease before he violently slammed her mouth onto it to the root. Twisting her head in his lap as if trying to get just the right angle.
"I'm going to smear your fucking make-up." He spat bitterly, "Suck that fucking dick you schutta clown." He began angrily moving her mouth up and down his length, "Make some fucking noise." he snarled as she began to make sloppy gagging sounds as her eyes naturally teared up, smearing her make-up as he did, her cheeks bulging and shrinking as he filled her mouth with cock.
"Mmn! Mmn! Mmn!" she hummed for his pleasure, occasionally coughing up mucus from her nose as he fucked her throat, her tits bouncing at the speed as Candi happily rubbed on, groping her own large chest as the Captain's cock began to turn watery white as Titties make-up slopped off from, mucus, saliva and sweat.
He roared his imminent release. "I'm going to cum!" he growled like an amateur holo-guy, standing up and pulling her head tightly to his balls as her hands went limp and let him use her mouth as he pleased. "Fucking cumming…" he snarled, violently moving her up and down his length, before cruelly tossing her back against the desk. She gasped as her head bumped against it, grabbing her lekku painfully with one hand and stroking his cock with the other quickly in front of her face. "I'll fix your make-up bitch… open your fucking mouth." He ordered, and Titties obeyed with silent obedience opening her mouth. "Tongue schutta! stick it out!" he growled, quickly approaching release as Titties once again silently obeyed.
He roared out a primal scream as he shot his load all over Candi's pretty tit girl, his cum hitting some of the desk, but mostly on Titties face and tongue as she lay still, her eyes closed, and the semen dripping down her chin onto her heavy green breasts, 'painting' her with white cum.
"There you go…" he said cruelly, shaking his dick and splashing the remainder onto her, "Fixed your make-up…" he certainly didn't but whatever got him off in Candi's opinion. "I got to admit Candi' knows her pussy…" he laughed, completely forgetting that he didn't fuck any pussy. "Maybe next time I'll put a load into her…"
Candi doubted it if his wife had anything to say about it. She finished the recording and adjusted her clothes. Captains were so stupid.
"Hey cunt…" he said, grabbing Titties' lekku and yanking, she flinched but didn't scream. She wouldn't give him the pleasure. "How about you come with me and be the ship's new pet?" he rubbed his flaccid cock on her face as if that would convince her. "…Hell, Yackers would pay a good price for your performances on Yatib." He slapped his cock on her messy smeared cheek. "Open up." He ordered. She glared at him silently, but her mouth opened and he stuck is dick back in, stretching her cheeks and pulling out with silly little pops of her lips before sticking it back in over, and over. "Tongue bitch use it." He growled, before sighing in satisfaction as he felt Titties' skilled tongue work its magic.
Candi's eyes went cold. He was talking to Yackers? She sniffed indignantly and pushed an intercom button. Blackjaw, now resting his length on Boella's completely exhausted face as he marked a twelfth tally on her body pressed a button on his wall and snarled out a very annoyed. "What?"
"There's a ship in port called The Dunas Catcher. Do me a favor and kill everyone on board, please Sugar?" she said as easily as breathing, "They broke their contract." She added darkly, all hint of her charming but vicious persona gone. She didn't wait for Blackjaw's reply, turning off the camera just as he went for his double-barrel blaster. She did note however that he had a bit more pep in his step as he did. He must've been in a good mood, Boella must have really given him a good time.
She then stood up and made her way back to the office, even alone her hips swung with a natural smuttiness only achieved by professionals. She smiled charmingly, and ignored the mess as usual, 'wined and dined' the good captain on an utterly useless deal and told him to expect a 'guest' delivered right to his ship.
She had to make sure the captain went back to his ship before Blackjaw did after all. Yackers, a bith, ran a rival arena if you could call it that, but he was more 'Cruel rape and death' than she was. Not that the girls who were taken there willingly knew that. She was going to have to take care of him soon if he was poaching her captains. Not that she cared that he was so dark with his tastes, she wasn't someone to judge that much in her profession, but credits in his pockets were credits taken from hers. And as she smiled, clapped him on the back and sent the captain back to his ship to meet with his 'Guest', she decided to rectify that.
She looked at the disgusted-looking Titties on the floor and gently pulled her to her feet. Her abnormally long tongue stretched from her mouth and licked up the captain's cum deliberately slow, she tasted it for a moment and spat it onto Titties tits. Titties didn't show the slightest disgust or interest. Then absently Candi took her fingers and violently shoved three into Booty's sore little ass hole. Booty immediately shot up, trembling as Candi thrust in an out of her sloppy ass, cum squirting onto her hand as she stretch and lifted Booty by her hole, Booty's thick chocolate colored asscheeks squeezing tightly around her hand. She ripped out her fingers, Booty trembled and cum spilled out onto the floor as Candi smacked her ass hard with her messy hand, wiping off the mixture on Booty's booty.
"Good girls…" Candi smiled, "…Go get cleaned up for momma…" Titties and Booty both kissed Candi on the cheeks and promptly left the office.
Candi sat back in her desk, lifted up her legs and spread them wide on her desk… and began working her pussy once more at how she would play with her toys tonight… Maybe she'll try to find a slave boy who tasted better than the captain… after a moment of thought she snapped her fingers and turned on a very special com.
"Blackjaw! Its BLackjaw! GLAAAG!"
"Oh Force! Run! Oh For-ARGH!!
"Please! Please have mer-GRAGHA!"
"Stop him! For the love of gods!" shouted the captain in horror "That Crazy Bitch sold us ou!-" then static.
Candi sucked in air through her nose and smiled as Booty and Titties returned, bare-faced, clean, and bodies wrapped tightly in tiny pink bath towels. Candi smirked at them, pointing to her dripping wet pussy. "Tongues. Now." She said with a cold command.
Without question, their towels dropped to the floor as they quickly approached they went to work as Candi relaxed in her chair as they desperately worked to please her. Her hands resting on their heads as they determinedly focus on her nethers, moaning as if eagerly hungry for their patron's juices. She hooked her legs around their shoulders holding them in place as she completely relaxed, tightening her legs around their heads as they whimpered nervously with their tongues in her pussy.
"Work hard now girls…" she said, closing her eyes, and enjoying the moment with a chuckle, stroking their heads in approval. "You know what happens to girls who don't work hard…" she quivered suddenly as they increased their efforts, slurping and sucking her warm pussy juice, her body reacting to their fear as she orgasmed. Squeezing them even tighter with her legs to her body as she squirted on their faces, "Oooh…" she licked her lips with a delighted hunger as they stared up at her with desperate eyes, hoping to the force that they pleased her. "I guess you do."
They did. On both accounts.
End of interval.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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