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Tuesday, March 26, 2019
The Priceless Hunt
It is normal business.
The floor is lightly wettened by the slick goo spreading over the ceiling and dripping. As she jolts and slides along the dark grey “alleys” in the maze-like buildings, whether almost losing her own balance is because of the mildly-drenched gauze platform or that, she is not the best at controlling her own body, despite her swift moves across the thin air.
True, this body is now her own, she has been chasing targets of all descriptions for years as an elvish woman, but not after a process of continuously acculturing to her present form. She is, for now, a tanned elvish woman who is partially enclosed by the black and cream-colored latex bodysuit, made to be a second skin for optimizing her agility, and with a few glowing electronic implements closely attached. It is something and nothing on her body at the same time: the sweats are being trapped in this bodysuit, the slim latex clinging onto her curvy figure even more, but the immense fumes circulating around the alleys are seeping across the fabric, magnified in scorching hotness by its tightness. The same fume is choking without her gas mask, especially so when her nose is sensitized for the scents of each target… Otherwise, the appealing contours, with ample bosoms and the thick, fecund hip, is more telling of the unknown origins of her body – appearing more like the figure of one in a harem and too much like an acrobat of the distant past with every overdrawn swing.
In other words, she appears to be completely strange and awkward to herself, but it is still normal business. A lot of the physical actions she now performs will be strange to her past self, and much of her daily existence – from the skimmed and almost erotic bodysuit to the torque of having such breasts and waist – are those she has never accustomed to. Being a sexually appealing, slightly bumbling bounty hunter is still a bounty hunter, and she has been successfully being one for all these years. On the up side, her body makes a few much-needed skills possible – he is loose in the labyrinth. She squats to listen, with the gift of hearing the smallest noises, the movement of this target when the space is too densely walled and convoluted, as to lose her sight of him, even with the usual sharpness.
This old target. True, she has a lot of old targets: for these years, or maybe since the start of her career, she has long-time chases and armed engagements with multiple criminals across the galaxies, for crimes too demented and damaging to describe, simply and only for monies. It is normal business anyway. But this man is too different from them: she has been on alert of all his maneuvers and thefts, and actively seeking him for years with the persistence she otherwise would not devote onto one target. It is not just another for the bounty – there is no real reward other than a good, overdue revenge. The time is coming for her to conclude the whole incident that has placed her in her present state.
He is her original self.
He used to be her original self – as much as the body he is using originally belonged to her, the bounty hunter, and she was born with the body of that brown-haired lackey or something. He may have changed his body and aged a few years in this body, but two things of his hasn’t changed: who he really is and what he does routinely. Both of which are why she is seeking him. She can remember the whole incident and her life before that, even though this isn’t the right time for flashbacks.
It’s almost the same setting: still a chase between the bounty hunter and the body thief, but that time, the bounty hunter was the unassuming human male. The same fume and mechanical exterior of the walls, just with less experience. He had of course heard of this heister already famous for both her form and infamous for all her exploits. She once wooed 2 escorts full of gold and rare earth off their route and promptly sold those on the black market, all without being noticed; countless lost items in art inventories could be credited to her, always as a visitor or something. She was, of course, the last one in the chain of a lineage of thieves “of the same mind” – he hadn’t really grasped the whole thing so far as he seeked her out.
Catch this elvish woman who was as stout as she seemed, send her to the authorities, collect the heap of money, and break this “lineage” or not for good. He wouldn’t let her escape alive or dead; if she managed to be loose from his grip, then shoot her, hand in her dead body, and collect the same bounty. It was usual business.
Passing by even more pipes and wires, the thief finally arrived at this poorly known part of the tunnel network where much of the routes have dead ends – and promptly she entered one of these routes. Sheer luck for him, who had been there many times for some other targets; this time wouldn’t be far to different. The steel enclosure blocked her further escape, and the top of it was barely above his head. Without any other exits or space to leap backwards, this was the right place for her to be cornered and caught…
Surely, the thief was no longer loose, as she closed onto the roadblock, she slid and slowed her bouncing moves, until slumping against the metal wall. As he approached her, she was laid on the ground, weakened and almost bewildered by her final capture. He could imagine her being gagged or getting a more humiliating punishment by his own hands. If she had this inviting pose and being sluttish with everything of her buxom body, as if on the bed, why wouldn’t he accept those? It’s done, he thought. She was now overpowered and opened to him. Slowing his steps to clearly see her figure. The tar skin of the thief was full of sweat, and the air full of panting vapor. A small blush ran through her pristine face, seemly being in great shame to him, her eyes drifting between her own body and his eyes. The only thing for him to do seemed to be only overpowering her and carry her stunned body to the authorities. Strangely, even in this distressful situation, her ruby eyes gleamed with something else in mind…
The red glow of the eyes intensified, adding a red hue to the vision which radiated first from the eyes, then from her whole body. As the glow increased from a mild annoyance to the blinding light, it covered her whole head and gave his own head migraines as intense as the glow…
It was all white and all too painful before dark numbness set in.
The sight slowly came back. It was still the same darkness around this consciousness which cleared slowly, as the warm fume soothed the skin, anything else stripped away. The arms were fastened too tightly to flex, and in the mouth, something was blocking the throat.
Exasperated…
There were his own legs still standing before the sight. Or rather, the pair of legs that no longer belonged to her. She was seeing from the perspective of the elvish woman – she is now the elvish woman.
The rest are barely memorable from the shock of being in the new body. Assaults to her while being nude? The “bounty hunter” moving both his bulk and her, once dragging and then carrying clumsily, finally falling and injuring himself before unloading her and putting her in chains, all while she was too dazed to sense anything else.
The next thing she knows, she was in a cell with some other petty criminal she wouldn’t imagine to be with, who was constantly eyeing her nudity. It wasn’t normal business then. She needed to prove her real identity and escape; if she had tried to jag the lock, she won’t be that innocent. Every time a guard passed through, she resorted to only shouting, which of course never worked with every indifferent guard. But at once, a few days into the detention, the guard came with the key, and said, “you gotta be right, your old body broke into a few cells around and some of those inmates are out there for you…”
Then it was again normal business.
At least, she has gotten the truth that it isn’t a lineage, but an entity behind all this. To break this entity is one thing, and to exact everything from this man is another. Now that she has found him again, she can of course strip him until nothing is left, massage and rub his member, and force him to cum until his face is full of his own guilt, just like what he might had done to her.
This used to be her body, but it no longer matters – this is no longer hers. She is now the famous elvish bounty hunter, every skill and fighting style she has is now adapted to this body. She is fit for everything that is womanly possible, and frozen in time. This is the perfect body she would have been born into if she had been a superb bounty hunter in the first place. It is a gift to her and the biggest loss to this thief.
The duck may be over after a thought: This target being a body hopper, if she faces them, won’t they simply regain what they’ve lost and leave her with that body? That body belonging to someone already gone?
She waited further. Turning the dial on her gun to the dazing mode, as his head emerges again down below, she aimed...
And the thief, both a valuable and body one, fell onto the ground unconscious. The body is now down. It is normal business, and she will carry it to the authorities…
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The floor is lightly wettened by the slick goo spreading over the ceiling and dripping. As she jolts and slides along the dark grey “alleys” in the maze-like buildings, whether almost losing her own balance is because of the mildly-drenched gauze platform or that, she is not the best at controlling her own body, despite her swift moves across the thin air.
True, this body is now her own, she has been chasing targets of all descriptions for years as an elvish woman, but not after a process of continuously acculturing to her present form. She is, for now, a tanned elvish woman who is partially enclosed by the black and cream-colored latex bodysuit, made to be a second skin for optimizing her agility, and with a few glowing electronic implements closely attached. It is something and nothing on her body at the same time: the sweats are being trapped in this bodysuit, the slim latex clinging onto her curvy figure even more, but the immense fumes circulating around the alleys are seeping across the fabric, magnified in scorching hotness by its tightness. The same fume is choking without her gas mask, especially so when her nose is sensitized for the scents of each target… Otherwise, the appealing contours, with ample bosoms and the thick, fecund hip, is more telling of the unknown origins of her body – appearing more like the figure of one in a harem and too much like an acrobat of the distant past with every overdrawn swing.
In other words, she appears to be completely strange and awkward to herself, but it is still normal business. A lot of the physical actions she now performs will be strange to her past self, and much of her daily existence – from the skimmed and almost erotic bodysuit to the torque of having such breasts and waist – are those she has never accustomed to. Being a sexually appealing, slightly bumbling bounty hunter is still a bounty hunter, and she has been successfully being one for all these years. On the up side, her body makes a few much-needed skills possible – he is loose in the labyrinth. She squats to listen, with the gift of hearing the smallest noises, the movement of this target when the space is too densely walled and convoluted, as to lose her sight of him, even with the usual sharpness.
This old target. True, she has a lot of old targets: for these years, or maybe since the start of her career, she has long-time chases and armed engagements with multiple criminals across the galaxies, for crimes too demented and damaging to describe, simply and only for monies. It is normal business anyway. But this man is too different from them: she has been on alert of all his maneuvers and thefts, and actively seeking him for years with the persistence she otherwise would not devote onto one target. It is not just another for the bounty – there is no real reward other than a good, overdue revenge. The time is coming for her to conclude the whole incident that has placed her in her present state.
He is her original self.
He used to be her original self – as much as the body he is using originally belonged to her, the bounty hunter, and she was born with the body of that brown-haired lackey or something. He may have changed his body and aged a few years in this body, but two things of his hasn’t changed: who he really is and what he does routinely. Both of which are why she is seeking him. She can remember the whole incident and her life before that, even though this isn’t the right time for flashbacks.
It’s almost the same setting: still a chase between the bounty hunter and the body thief, but that time, the bounty hunter was the unassuming human male. The same fume and mechanical exterior of the walls, just with less experience. He had of course heard of this heister already famous for both her form and infamous for all her exploits. She once wooed 2 escorts full of gold and rare earth off their route and promptly sold those on the black market, all without being noticed; countless lost items in art inventories could be credited to her, always as a visitor or something. She was, of course, the last one in the chain of a lineage of thieves “of the same mind” – he hadn’t really grasped the whole thing so far as he seeked her out.
Catch this elvish woman who was as stout as she seemed, send her to the authorities, collect the heap of money, and break this “lineage” or not for good. He wouldn’t let her escape alive or dead; if she managed to be loose from his grip, then shoot her, hand in her dead body, and collect the same bounty. It was usual business.
Passing by even more pipes and wires, the thief finally arrived at this poorly known part of the tunnel network where much of the routes have dead ends – and promptly she entered one of these routes. Sheer luck for him, who had been there many times for some other targets; this time wouldn’t be far to different. The steel enclosure blocked her further escape, and the top of it was barely above his head. Without any other exits or space to leap backwards, this was the right place for her to be cornered and caught…
Surely, the thief was no longer loose, as she closed onto the roadblock, she slid and slowed her bouncing moves, until slumping against the metal wall. As he approached her, she was laid on the ground, weakened and almost bewildered by her final capture. He could imagine her being gagged or getting a more humiliating punishment by his own hands. If she had this inviting pose and being sluttish with everything of her buxom body, as if on the bed, why wouldn’t he accept those? It’s done, he thought. She was now overpowered and opened to him. Slowing his steps to clearly see her figure. The tar skin of the thief was full of sweat, and the air full of panting vapor. A small blush ran through her pristine face, seemly being in great shame to him, her eyes drifting between her own body and his eyes. The only thing for him to do seemed to be only overpowering her and carry her stunned body to the authorities. Strangely, even in this distressful situation, her ruby eyes gleamed with something else in mind…
The red glow of the eyes intensified, adding a red hue to the vision which radiated first from the eyes, then from her whole body. As the glow increased from a mild annoyance to the blinding light, it covered her whole head and gave his own head migraines as intense as the glow…
It was all white and all too painful before dark numbness set in.
The sight slowly came back. It was still the same darkness around this consciousness which cleared slowly, as the warm fume soothed the skin, anything else stripped away. The arms were fastened too tightly to flex, and in the mouth, something was blocking the throat.
Exasperated…
There were his own legs still standing before the sight. Or rather, the pair of legs that no longer belonged to her. She was seeing from the perspective of the elvish woman – she is now the elvish woman.
The rest are barely memorable from the shock of being in the new body. Assaults to her while being nude? The “bounty hunter” moving both his bulk and her, once dragging and then carrying clumsily, finally falling and injuring himself before unloading her and putting her in chains, all while she was too dazed to sense anything else.
The next thing she knows, she was in a cell with some other petty criminal she wouldn’t imagine to be with, who was constantly eyeing her nudity. It wasn’t normal business then. She needed to prove her real identity and escape; if she had tried to jag the lock, she won’t be that innocent. Every time a guard passed through, she resorted to only shouting, which of course never worked with every indifferent guard. But at once, a few days into the detention, the guard came with the key, and said, “you gotta be right, your old body broke into a few cells around and some of those inmates are out there for you…”
Then it was again normal business.
At least, she has gotten the truth that it isn’t a lineage, but an entity behind all this. To break this entity is one thing, and to exact everything from this man is another. Now that she has found him again, she can of course strip him until nothing is left, massage and rub his member, and force him to cum until his face is full of his own guilt, just like what he might had done to her.
This used to be her body, but it no longer matters – this is no longer hers. She is now the famous elvish bounty hunter, every skill and fighting style she has is now adapted to this body. She is fit for everything that is womanly possible, and frozen in time. This is the perfect body she would have been born into if she had been a superb bounty hunter in the first place. It is a gift to her and the biggest loss to this thief.
The duck may be over after a thought: This target being a body hopper, if she faces them, won’t they simply regain what they’ve lost and leave her with that body? That body belonging to someone already gone?
She waited further. Turning the dial on her gun to the dazing mode, as his head emerges again down below, she aimed...
And the thief, both a valuable and body one, fell onto the ground unconscious. The body is now down. It is normal business, and she will carry it to the authorities…
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