Azriah gathered her belongings, her Twi'Lek slave standing behind her mockingly eyeing all of the other acolytes that still sat in their bunks waiting their chance to become true Sith - or die. The Pureblood had a pair of family heirloom lightsabers that she had managed to get transported to her during the period of time that she was on Korriban and while her stay here was brief, it was not lacking in excitement. She was now a true Sith, apprentice to Darth Baras and ready to face the challenges that lie ahead of her. She had the lightsaber she had just acquired placed within her belongings and taken to the ship, these powerful blades would be the ones she would hold through the majority of her travels.
"Dromand Kaas huh?" The Twi'Lek girl said, "At least the flight won't be long."
She didn't have anything else in the locker other than her blades. She packed light, including the clothes she wore which she washed only on occasion. As she lifted her second blade, it revealed a little blue-haired bug she had become acquainted with earlier. A smirk slid across her face as a chill of dominance and pleasure ran up her spine... Gently, she licked her lips as she put the second lightsaber on her hip... Reaching down, she plucked the immobile human from the bottom of her large locker and held him in her hand.
"So you were telling the truth..." She said slyly, getting a confused look from Vette.
"Huh?" She asked curiously, stepping forward to look and see what she had in her hand.
"I've taken the liberty of transferring your old clothes to the ship as well as your blasters, Vette. You'll find them waiting in there when we arrive on the shuttle. Let's go." Azriah said, ignoring her slave's curiosity as she shut the door to her locker. Mat was in her closed fist, she could feel him trembling ~ And that sensation was like a drug to her. She loved the dominance she had over him, and while she generally didn't approve of slaves, this human was different... Torturing him was more than a pleasure to her - It wasn't sexual, but the power trip she got from it was an amazing boost to her own passions. It made her stronger in many ways...
"My blasters? You mean I don't have to use these pieces of junk anymore?" Vette replied happily, "It'll be great to get out of this itchy slave outfit your guard put me in... I wish I coulda' put a shock collar on him..."
"That would have been an interesting sight for sure." Azriah replied with a chuckle as she stood up, looking to the closed locker in front of her. She walked out of the barracks in the Sith Academy and made her way toward the shuttle.
As she stepped up the ramp outside, the sun high in the sky as Vette followed, she stopped at the door. She gently brought her closed-fist up to press the button next to the doorway, and instantly the door opened with a hiss. She looked back over her shoulder with a smirk to her slave, motioning for her to get onto the ship. She followed the orders fairly well, walking by and into the confines among the other people heading to Dromund Kaas. They were early, so there were plenty of places to sit.
"Get changed and secure your blasters. I have some business to attend to personally before we take off. Don't let them leave without me." Azriah said, her voice sounding more of a request than an order.
"Anything else, your majesty?" Vette sarcastically replied.
"You could get us a ship of our own so we don't have to fly with the rest of these peasants." Azriah replied with a chuckle, getting a half-hearted salute from Vette as she closed the door.
Azriah stepped around the pillar nearby so that nobody could see her, opening her hand to reveal her little insect that she had. She tried to use the force to lift him, but nothing worked along those lines. It would seem he was immune to her abilities ~ At least the control abilities she had. Gently she reached her free hand down, [REDACTED]. He writhed in pleasure, and she drank it in... Pure control, even more-so than her current slave - a person she saw as more of a partner than a servant.
"You've returned to die again?" Azriah smirked down to him, getting nothing but a squeaking moan from him in response. "You're pathetic... Your corpse has already disappeared into the fabric of my insole and it hasn't even been that long. How does that make you feel? All I have to do, to snuff you out of existence... Is walk?"
Mat couldn't reply, she had him too far gone at this point. He simply moaned in response, which was exactly what she wanted to hear. With a casual smile she simply... Dropped him. He fell from chest height, landing on his back on the sand-covered stone. He gasped for air, looking up to her as she slid her left foot free of her boot. The Pureblood lifted it high into the air, flexing her sweat-coated toes. He had died beneath her right foot before, this time she wanted to feel him expire against her bare skin - slowly and deliberately as oppose to casually in walking like before.
Mat choked on air as he held his chest, taking as deep of breaths as he could to get himself back. Her foot lowered, [REDACTED] as the heat multiplied. He could see her foot was damp with sweat, and there was dirt - everywhere. Slowly the space lessened... More and more, until he was pinned. The pressure on his chest made it even harder for him to get his breath back, causing his body to instantly panic when he began to compress. Azriah closed her eyes, biting her lower lip as she felt him squirm beneath the ball of her foot. Her skin was damp enough that he could still slide around under there... The power, it gave her so much passion - and the passion made her feel like she could fight the entire Republic on her own.
Mat wheezed out, licking at the bottom of her foot as much as he could. This added to the passions the Sith had felt... Gently she began to twist her foot back and forth, her heel lifted into the air. Mat felt the sand in his back dig into his skin like razors, but he didn't care. The pressure was intense... The heat, and the pleasure, were also both incredibly taxing on his little body. She kept casually twisting her foot back and forth, and for a single second - she lost her focus. The pressure increased only slightly, and she felt it...
~Pop~
She didn't look down, she simply kept twisting. Now though, she purposefully added pressure. She felt his body crackle beneath her weight, twisting into her skin as she let out a slow, low breath. His body mixed in with the dirt, his little organs smeared out of his carcass as she lifted her foot from the ground. There was nothing but a red smudge in the dirt where he was, and with a hand on her hip, she let out a light and satisfied sigh.
"You break SO easily..." She said, before setting her foot down once more. She slid it back, leaving a streak of gore in its wake and removing his remains from her sole. She already had him with her, his old body smashed so deeply into the fabric of her insole. The fact that her shoe was a grave filled her with that dominant strength as well...