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The Lusts of Leia	By : sexdottxt Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 5778 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rising early, the nameless Tusken slave was not ushered into a rough hydroshower reminiscent of the rebel bases she used to frequent. She was not barked at or yelled at. Instead as she gazed upon her new surroundings, she realized that she had her own tub and shower, a far cry from the meager living arrangements of the common dancers’ quarters. It wasn’t a room where she could feel like royalty, she knew that deep down, it only befitted her new status as an escort, a courtesan who was only worth what she was to other men. But it had been too long since she felt this level of comfort.

And beyond that was a nostalgia she couldn’t place, something that went beyond her royal privileges. Sitting on one of her desks was a champagne bottle. Written next to it was a note scribbled in various languages including Basic that read, “BIRTH CONTROL AND DISEASE PREVENTION.” Getting a taste of it, she realized she actually liked the taste, nothing like the foul concoction they fed her on the first floor.

Taking off her dancers’ outfit, she indulged in the sweetness of warm water and luxury for the first time in a long time. She still felt a sense of urgency, knowing where she was, but it just felt so good. There was even a pumice stone for her to take care of her hands and feet. The first real pleasure she could actually enjoy guilt free.

As she was drying off in the bathroom, there was a small tapping sound on the inner wall of the entrance of her apartment.

“Y-yes?” she said, flustered. Her natural accent came out, not the rough sounding common voice she had grown used to emulating.

“Working hours are beginning soon,” said a rough male’s voice. Not a Gamorrean, but given his tone, still a thug. “Get dry and get dressed.”

Not the most welcoming of statements. But compared to the nonstop barking that served as a wake up call in the quarters downstairs, it was almost genial. Going back outside to her room, she went to her wardrobe. She found she still had only her common dancer’s outfit. It was a cruel reminder that nothing had changed. Getting it back on, she went back on out.

Upstairs, things were much different from the lower floor. Everything looked so fine, carpets and plush couches before tables. The men were dressed in varying shades of finery, some in togas, all wearing masks, almost like they were at a party. As different from the men who welcomed her here, as different as a Mon Calamari was from a Twi’lek. But when she saw them looking at her, she recognized an evil look in their eyes, the glower of corrupt senators back in the empire and here in the current republic, the hunger and greed of moffs. Dressed nice but they were scum. Nothing had changed.

High profile men. All species, Cathar’s and Quarren’s in common company with humans, the republic had afforded a wide seat of voices unlike the empire that came before it, but the criminal underworld always gave equality to you if you had the money to make it happen. Some of them she thought she recognized from somewhere, but with those masks, this curious Tusken slave couldn’t place who they were. Men who no doubt what their public image and what claims they had to common decency, were the worst kind of filth to be playing with girls in the capital of the Hutt cartels. All of whom if they recognized her, would seek to use her in one way or another.

The girls were also dressed differently too. They all wore fine robes of varying colors, and the only thing that separated them from that strange pale woman was the fur marking the collar. A status symbol to separate them from the common dancer girls downstairs as well as to better appeal to the fine tastes of the types of clientele that frequented this second floor. And a uniform, just another thing to denote their rank as courtesans.

She heard laughing behind her. The giggling of the girls, she realized how naked she was in the common dancer’s getup compared to them. Holding her arms around herself in an attempt for modesty, she heard a sudden whistling sound directed at her. Only turning her head back, she saw them.

Two Muun noblemen. For her that figured, they were likely corrupt members of the Banking Clan, right at home here on Nal Hutta. It was only the rich of Munnilinst who could afford to go planet hopping.

But they weren’t dressed like noblemen. They had on the clothes of smugglers and gamblers, criminals. Or at least what they thought were criminals. These were still fine looking clothes, coats and jackets she knew the designer brand of, a sheltered little prince’s idea of what the rough types who wandered the big bad galaxy liked to dress in. In their fine clothes that hung off them, she could see these two were tall and skinny, not an inch of muscle on them, they wielded their power with credits rather than strength. No masks either.

They had faint smiles upon their oblong heads.

“First time I’ve ever seen a Tusken bitch unmasked. But hell, if they all look this good underneath, maybe we should have paid a visit to Tattooine when that Jabba was still around, yeah? He probably had a few of these hanging around.”

Annoying words. These men might have been more high class than the ones downstairs. They were still bastards.

But as she got a closer look at them, they didn’t look to be men at all. Her parents raised her to be as open minded as possible in the cruel reign of the empire that only saw humans as people. For as different as the varying species were compared to near humans, she had grown used to recognizing the young types when she saw them. Could see something like pimples on their faces, by the sounds of their voices they were barely more than teenagers if even that. Two stupid kids using their parents’ money to slum around the galaxy.

They would have been laughable anywhere else. Even as she was more open minded, their oblong heads always looked strange to her. But the ignorant stupid looks on their faces that came from being pampered and getting their way put together with the unparalleled arrogance of the very young was a sign of trouble. The urge to shudder ran through her body. She fought it, remaining as stalwart as possible. Any sign of weakness and these brats would be far worse with her.

Two brats acting like big men. In an area where there were real tough guys all over. They looked around at everyone else, sneering. Then one of them grabbed her arm and took her to an uninhabited corner of the area while the other smacked her bare ass the whole time on her little trek. A place where they could still pretend they were as tough as they thought they were.

He reached up under her ass, feeling it like he was touching hot fire. Not the way a man would fondle a woman’s rear, even if he was a thug. His touches were wild and erratic. “Bet you’ve never encountered guys like us, huh?”

She was taking too long to answer. “Don’t you have something to say?” said the other. “Or do you think you’re too good for us?”

She remembered the girl Oola back in Jabba’s court. How she effortlessly took on the persona of the bounty hunter Boussh. Taking on her mannerisms, she got down on her knees. They probably didn’t know any Ubese. Instead, she said in full fluent Hapan, “Please, I’ve been taken here against my will. Do you know a way off world?”

The two of them looked between each other. She knew it was a long shot doing that, she feared actually saying her name lest Durga find out or these louts decide to take her for their own purposes. Even then, her plan was a long shot. Customers like these in this crime palace had no code of morals beyond taking what they liked.

“She’s a noisy one isn’t she?”

“Yes, and her slave language is hurting my ears. I pray she doesn’t scream too much when we have our fun with her.”

Looking down at her with a cruel smile, she realized it didn’t matter if they knew or not. She would have to do what they wanted. There wasn’t a second she harbored any delusion that these men would come to her rescue. But she had hoped this encounter wouldn’t be so soon.

That didn’t make it any easier. She could see in their eyes the joy of their dominion over her. No matter who she said she was, her role hadn’t changed one bit. Standing up, she approached them. These tall and gaunt creatures’ dicks weren’t as round as all the men who came before them, but they were long.

These men wore leering grins on their strange heads. Knowing what was expected of her, she stood in between them, stroking them both. Having such long dicks, she had to stroke them that much more.

“Such soft hands. It’s almost like they’re naturally this baby soft!”

“Yeah I’ve visited this place plenty of times. Durga really outdid himself finding this girl.”

The Tusken slave’s chin was cupped and made to look at them. “Touch my balls. My balls,” he said, the second time louder, as if being loud would somehow make someone illiterate in Basic understand better. Grabbing her wrist, he moved her hand down there. “Do you understand me?”

“Fuck you,” she said in Hapan, nodding her head. “Fuck you, you worthless piece of shit!” followed by a sudden, “Yes!” in Basic.

She moved her palm on his sack. That Muun growled contentedly. But while she continued playing with his balls, it wasn’t enough. He looked at her angrily like a child who needed his candy and said, “Touch all of me.” Snatching her wrist again, he moved her hand back up to his dick then right back down to his scrotum. He nodded his head at her like he was asking if she understood and she nodded right back. It was humiliating but she would endure it.

“Having fun?” said the other one to his buddy. He just nodded without looking back, a weaselly smile on his face.

He wasn’t content to be left out. Grabbing the back of her head he said, “I want to make this little one purr too.”

He slipped one of his hands down to her vagina. For how skinny these people were, their hands were bigger than expected, almost the size of an average sentient’s hands. But with long penises, so too did they have long spindly fingers. Thin enough for him to poke several of them inside her at once and then move them inside of her passage.

She grunted feeling that. The fingers was so skinny that in a twisted way she almost found herself wanting the big dicks of the men she had grown used to these past two weeks. It was easily the strangest thing she had ever felt, even after getting herself a taste of Hutt penis.

Their dicks were getting harder in her hands. The heat in their genitals on her skin and the strangeness of the fingers moving inside her pussy, it awakened an all too shameful and forbidden feeling inside of her body. Before she knew it, she was getting wet.

“You like my fingers more than his balls?” She looked at him and weakly nodded. She felt him pull her head forward and force a depraved kiss on her mouth. He might have been a noble but he didn’t act like one, scouring the insides of her oral chamber with his tongue as much as he wanted.

She turned her head when he pulled back. He held out his fingers for his friend to see. Dripping wet, he held them high up in victory. “Look at that! Think she likes my fingers more than your balls, eh?”

They really did sound like little kids. She knew these types well, a whole different species and civilization, there was still no mistaking this type of pampered and sheltered wretch. Someone who would act as pompous and high and mighty as they could on the outside and then sneak off to slum it up when nobody was looking, talking like uncultured tough guys. It was all an act to hide that they were as far from criminals as you could get.

That whole time, her nipples had been tingling. The feeling of the piercings in them had been the last thing on her mind in this situation after two weeks with them, but those spindly fingers in her vagina, it was fast making her wonder how those long spidery fingers would feel on her chest too. At once, the other one caressed her breasts, kneading them fast and strong without any concern for her. A warmth bloomed inside of them and spread throughout the rest of her body. She hated herself for ever letting herself feel relaxed from her gilded cage on this second floor. Still she was resolute, she would not give him the reaction she wanted.

He flicked her nipples with his fingertips. Having taken men nonstop, it was a feeling she was very much used to. But after having properly bathed and enjoyed herself, the feeling was all too new. She had been treated and cared for to become the perfect doll, to make her feel that submission and make her compliant.

His next words only confirmed that. She hadn’t stopped stroking them once, and only felt their dicks getting harder as time went on. “Think it’s time to fuck this bitch.”

“But this part is so good...” The other one felt all over her bare asscheeks. Slid his fingers up her asscrack, he enjoyed how big her cheeks were, their softness on his hands.

His companion laughed. “Fine! Play with her ass as much as you want. In the meantime, I’m gonna get me some of this pussy.” He uttered a weird series of sounds, he must have thought he was sounding like a native of Nar Hutta. She only thought he sounded like an idiot.

Sitting down on the couch with his penis standing up, she was amazed at how long it was. He was looking straight at her with a dead look on his face. No sign of intelligence in those eyes, she knew in this wide galaxy that not all Muun were one track minds only obsessed with numbers and money, but those in the upper echelons of their society tended to overlap with stupid decadence. Pampered fools with an overinflated opinion of themselves.

Left with no other choice, she sat down her bare pussy on his lap.

She thought she was ready for him. But the way his penis curved up, it cut a unique path inside of her. Something strange, something uniquely pleasurable, he began moving inside her. A shameful blush tinged her cheek, and she looked away from him.

He looked past her and said something to his friend in the native Muun tongue. That one laughed, and then she felt his hands on her ass again. He was moving his fingers around her anus, poking her, and she felt that opening tingle in response. Together with that curved dick pounding her, she clamped her lips shut.

That was difficult. She soon figured out that the strange tingling she was feeling in her twat was that his uniquely shaped penis was hitting her g-spot with every thrust. She was doing everything in her power to keep herself silent, knowing it would only further invite the advances of these men, but her face was twisting with frustration.

The one she was sitting on kneaded her breasts. Those long fingers molested her whole breasts each time and he took the piercings in his fingers too. Moving them around inside of her nipples, Leia felt the caps on her chest harden up, and as he still toyed with her piercings, he also flicked her erect nipples. All these sensations at once, her pussy, her nipples, and her anus being nudged, were driving her crazy.

Damn this! Her mind was wanting her, begging her to give in, and every moment she tried controlling her hips, the shameful pleasure welling up inside only burned hotter. Finally broken, she started moving back on the penis inside her.

They were laughing now. Talking to each other in their native tongue, she felt that one behind her, his finger probing her anus deeper while he still fondled her ass. Then she felt his presence closer, and something bigger and hotter on her ass.

She shrieked as he fit his curved dick inside of her anal passage. It was a mercy for her that he wanted to enjoy the feeling of her anal muscles on his dick going in as slow as he did. But his prick fully lodged in her behind, two dicks inside of her, it was all getting to be a bit much for her, she stopped moving. Her mouth open, she breathed deep.

“Make it slow for her,” said the one fucking her pussy. “Give her a chance to take it. This little Tusken slut, she ain’t used to taking several men at once.”

Hearing them talk in Muun earlier, she knew none of what they said could be good. Whatever noble houses these men came from, as far as she was concerned, they were both lesser than the filth of Coruscant’s undercity. But hearing them talk in Basic cut even deeper than that. They weren’t half the tough guys they imagined themselves to be, but they were still spoiled little shits.

His dick moved inside of her anus slowly. She could feel his exuberance as he did it, he was barely able to control himself, and the other one was still pumping deep inside of her. That tingling inside of her butt, her anal muscles going on overdrive, it was getting so much worse and then she was moving with them, holding onto their shoulders in a shameful act of submission as she was forced to partake in it. She had submitted to these kinds of men under the influence of the spice and now she was doing it again.

In a shameful display, she held onto the Muun in front of her. He laughed, a high pitched shrill sound, and then his buddy was doing it too. The highfalutin laugh of pretentious noblemen, right now they sounded like rabid animals or clowns. She would have struck them in any other situation.

The one in front suddenly gasped, his jaw hung low. Frozen really, like he didn’t know what was happening to him. After all that tough talking, he looked like a fool, she even had to wonder if he was a virgin. That thought was broken by him blowing his load inside her, lighting up her vagina. Having put all her efforts into keeping her voice low, she let out an unquestionably shrill whimper.

The Muun fucking her ass was even more encouraged now. Grabbing her waistline, he pumped inside of her faster and faster. That forced her forward, it was the first time she had taken it there, and he was giving it to her good. Eventually she had no choice but to hold on to the one who had just cum inside her, she whimpered loudly as she took it.

She was finally forced to look at him. She wished she hadn’t, he had looked just as winded from his orgasm as she did. But as soon as their eyes met again, he flashed her a cruel smile. Wanting to get it over with, she moved herself back on the dick inside her asshole as hard as possible, anything to stimulate him.

Still fresh off that orgasm, her body was rocked to another peak when he came inside of her butt. The hot semen sent her to making a series of embarrassing noises, sounding much like an animal herself, and still he pumped inside of her. Finally he pulled out, and all she could feel was the spooge leaking out of her.

The one who just fucked her ass looked down at his companion, locking eyes, they were grinning. “Did you have fun?”

“Sure,” said the other one, pushing her away and down onto the floor. She could still barely move, her body was twitching all over. He looked at her, and both of them with their big heads leering at her, their skinny bodies, her mind was hit with a flash of lightning on how ridiculous it was that men like these would come to a place like this one to get their jollies. If they didn’t have any credits, Durga would have them killed on the spot.

Standing up high, they held their penises out. Knowing exactly what to do, the Tusken slave took each of them in her mouth and cleaned them off. It was a bit awkward given how curved their dicks were, forcing her to lick off the shaft more than she wanted to. Being forced to service them, she could only think she looked like a cock loving whore, not someone who was being forced into this.

They were both cleaned off. But neither one had taken their dicks away from her. Understanding exactly what was required of her, she kept on sucking them. Getting hard and hot all over again, she knew now that it would be foolish to stop. Turning her head, she serviced each of them. Wasn’t long before they both came again, blowing another load all over her face.

“I can’t tell which of her holes I think I like more!”

“I tell you what, we need to tell the rest of our boys. Come down to Nal Hutta, fuck a Tusken bitch because she fucks like nothing else in the galaxy!”

“How about you?” he said, looking down at her. “Did you have fun?”

Looking up at them she just said, “No!” in Hapan. That was the best she could do. Say something too long and they’d suspect she just insulted them. She knew their type, people who for all their fine bearing, had superficial knowledge and were only concerned with their base desires. As far as they were concerned, they just fucked a perky little slave whore.

They walked away and down the stairs. Feeling everyone looking at her, she snatched up her little dancer’s outfit and returned to her quarters. She was all too happy to wash again. Not a little one, a long one. For some reason that whole encounter insulted her pride in a way that two weeks of being Durga’s lap bitch hadn’t.

After cleaning herself off, she put her dancer’s outfit back on. Walking back out, she saw the eyes of the everyone there straight on her, she saw some of the other girls looking at her. Their faces all marked, she didn’t know what those looks were, they quickly looked away from her. Ignoring all of them, she pushed past them, walking fast and going down the stairs back to the common floor. Durga said she had her freedom and she intended to use it. She had to find a way out of here.

She was a little disturbed by that. Even the various guards patrolling seemed to pay her more mind than the crowd of admirers she had won on her first day. But she had more important things on her mind. Namely, that she had to survey her surroundings. Here on her first day, her going to places she might normally be forbidden to could be excused as her getting lost.

Indeed, that did become the case. As she was walking to a lone and seemingly set of corridors, it wasn’t long before she found herself face to face with a whole set of spacecrafts. There was the faint grumbling of voices in the distance She realized that this must have been the inner spaceport as opposed to the one she arrived in.

And not too soon. The closer she got, she realized they were rougher sounding voices. Two weeks of taking dicks from peoples she never imagined she’d be serving, she knew their kind even before looking at them. Turning in the exact opposite direction, she immediately walked back where she came from.

She heard one of them yelling at her. Picking up her speed, she was soon out of the corridor and instantly made a turn. She didn’t know where she was going, but she would not let her freedom be compromised like this.

Pushing her way past people and entering a series of rooms, she was in a much bigger crowd. It wasn’t long before she found herself in a room that was more dimly lit, even seemed cozy. She never thought that she could find such a place here in a crime lord’s den.

It was a cantina. Nowhere near as high end as the fancier locales on Coruscant, but that didn’t bother her. In her time during the Galactic Civil War, she wasn’t some pampered princess anymore. Having been to all sorts of places across the galaxy, right now it was just another place to relax. She was just glad that she would be able to be lost in this crowd of people.

This Tusken slave found a place at the counter. It was her first time meeting the barkeep. When he first smiled at her, she felt a tingly fuzzy feeling at it. Not her first time meeting a Zeltron, she had encountered a few of them in the rebellion, and now in the new era of the republic free of the empire’s human centric racism, she saw them on places like Coruscant and Corellia at a far more regular rate. But they didn’t know how to make her heart beat like this one.

It had been too long since she felt that way. He was easy on the eyes, short dark hair and almost magenta skin, he only wore a shirtless vest and nothing else, he had the slim and lean body type for it. His eyes had a roughness to them like all the other men here but like most Zeltron, he was kinda cute too. In a place like this, that sort of thing didn’t matter, not knowing the kinds of people that frequented Durga’s palace. She only attributed those mushy feelings to her nerves, she was well aware of how their pheromones could play with one’s mood. Where the Falleen pheromones could play your body, the Zeltron pheromones could string your mind. In the new era free of the empire’s discrimination, she learned plenty about the various species of the galaxy, she was more than adept at resisting him. Not to mention in her current locale and the danger she had put herself into, she wouldn’t let her guard down. He could just be another thug looking to take advantage of her.

She was becoming fast aware of a commotion happening behind her. Heard a whole bunch of shouting. Not looking back, she wanted to remain incognito. But soon she heard several voices aimed at her.

Familiar ones. It was those two Muun schoolboys. She felt their presences behind her.

“You have fun talking to her?” one said to the barkeep, putting his hands on her shoulders. “Because she’s ours now.”

“You know the rules,” the barkeep said, nonchalantly turning around to refill a bottle with some ale and handed it to someone else, not even sparing them a glance. “You wanna talk to the girls, you need to have credits.”

“Yeah, we got credits,” said the other. “Credits for you to keep your mouth shut and not ask questions.”

The barkeep set his hands on the counter and looked at them. He exhaled through his nose. “You done?”

“Oh yes. You found a good one here alright. Is she for sale?”

Her confidence broke. She looked back up at them standing over her, suddenly worried. The Muun’s looked down at her with a vicious sneer. Boys, but they were trouble.

Things were already bad but they could get so much worse. This palace on Nal Hutta was a crime den on a world known for it’s shady backwards dealings. Muunilinst was heavily fortified with rules and regulations, and worse yet, part of the new Imperial Remnant. As a nameless Tusken slave, it would be worse than living in the empire.

She didn’t want to think what would happen if they discovered who she really was.

“There’s always a few of these huh,” he said without looking at them. “Falling head over heels for the girls.”

“We’ll make it worth your while,” said the other one. “How about we offer you something extra, eh? Ten thousand credits. We take her back to our ship, you get paid. Nobody will ask any questions.”

“Nobody will ask any questions. You boys don’t know how Durga’s palace works huh.”

They apparently didn’t hear him. Laughter from both of them, it hung in the air like Vader’s rasping. “Yeah, if I had this girl around, I’d parade her around everywhere I looked. I’d have lots of friends who would be willing to do all kinds of things with her. If I had that missing princess, that Senator, Leia I think her name was…”

“I’d whore her out to all the big timers back on Muunilinst.”

“Got that right. Hey barkeep, we’ll offer double. Twenty thousand credits. We’ll even give you a place to stay back home. Nice apartment, on Muunilinst you’ll live just right. You’ll live like a king and get to bounce this one on your lap in your free time.”

“Sounds nice,” said the other one. “We’ll get you plenty more bitches than where she came from too. You’ll live real like a king for the rest of your life. My treat.”

“I got a big debt to work off,” said the barkeep. “All over the galaxy,” he said, moving his arm around, “I’ve been lying low from all those gangsters. Durga offered me protection here in exchange for my services. If I bailed, he wouldn’t forget me anytime soon. He might send assassins after me, I wake up with a blaster bolt in my chest before I look up and get another one in my head.”

“Come on old guy, that kind of stuff only happens in those stories.”

Fortunately, he said nothing to that offer hanging in the air. He only laughed. Either to that offer or being called an old guy.

Finally the other one spoke again. “Fifty thousand credits. You gotta be crazy not to take up that offer.”

Fixing a stern gaze upon him, the barkeep said, “No.”

“Are you saying you won’t sell to members of the Banking Clan?” said the other one. “Do you know who we are?”

“He’s a nobody. She’s ours. Come on bitch!”

The other Muun snatched her wrist and made to pull her. She shoved him back, clearly he was a lightweight, he almost fell right on his feet. His buddy wasn’t too happy about that and raised his fist at her. Feeling a burning pride and anger she hadn’t felt in so long, she was ready to get physical with them in a whole new way.

But it didn’t come to that. The barkeep stomped his foot down loud. The bar had been steadily growing quiet as this confrontation was going down. Finally it was dead silent, everyone was watching them. The barkeep pulled out a DH-X heavy blaster from behind the counter. Big enough that he had to use both hands, he pointed it at them. They froze up, letting her go on the spot.

The cantina went quiet. There were other girls there and tough men looking to have a good time who would call the roughest holes of Tattooine and the dirtiest hovels in Nar Hutta home. These two stupid kids just looking for a good time, rich idiots who dumped credits around like it was shit, born into privilege, they couldn’t begin to know their money’s worth. But they were forgetting their place.

The barkeep looked at them.

“Do you know where you are? You try anything in this part of the galaxy and you’ll disappear. A tragic thing in today’s galaxy, happening to so many prominent people. How your parents will weep.”

The barkeep narrowed his eyes at them like they were idiots.

Finally one of them shrugged and laughed. “Fine! She’s just a stupid whore anyway. Any amount of credits would be too much for this skank.”

The other Muun stuck his tongue out. Then they were both gone. Born to a species known for being civilized and intelligent in math, a people of order. Didn’t keep idiots from being in their ranks. Living in the new era free of imperial racism, she learned firsthand that highborne races of class could be just as vicious as the ssi-ruuk.

With all that over, the commotion gradually resumed in the bar. She sat forward, breathing. “Thanks,” she said. Not an affectation. Her natural voice. It had come out so naturally and easily that she only noticed it after. This Tusken slave didn’t know what to make of that.

The barkeep smiled. “No problem.”

“But why? Why go that far just for…”

“Well for one, look around. All these people, but you notice none of them are Durga’s guards, yeah?” He thumbed at his chest and then beat his fist to it. “I’m the sole security here. This is my duty.”

She smiled. Then she started giggling. Finally, she was full on laughing. Wasn’t long before the whole bar was looking at her. A situation very similar to when those two Muun were harassing her. Finally she looked up at him and smiled. “Alright. If you say so.”

“I know I just gave you one on the house but here’s another one,” he said, pouring her another drink. “You look like you need it.”

The grateful woman quickly took it and downed the contents. The food she had survived on here had been lousy, just enough to get her through the day. There was better booze in the galaxy, she had it at the parties her family threw. But right now, it tasted better than the finest stuff from her homeworld.

She looked at the windows. Here on Nal Hutta with the atmosphere always drowned in that thick yellow smog, it was impossible to properly tell when day ended and the night began. But she had developed an eye for it, it was a slight difference in the hue. And she didn’t want to disappoint her keepers, knowing that her freedoms could be revoked as soon as she got them. “It’s getting late,” she said. “I should probably go back.”

The barkeep simply nodded with a smile. She got up and left. Back in the main area of the palace, she didn’t see any of the other girls and not even their clients either. But she wasn’t out of the tavern for a whole minute when someone snatched her wrist. Looking back, she saw it was one of the Muun’s she serviced earlier.

She made to shout but then a long thin hand clasped shut on her mouth.

“Not a word from you. When we want something, we get it. Some no name barkeep isn’t going to tell us no.”

“Move!”

The Tusken slave resisted their grips but then one of them put a blaster to her head. A 434 Death Hammer, commonly a weapon used by mercenaries and thugs, not sons of the Banking Clan who liked to boast of their status in places like these. Fitting for these two posers to be caught with it, they probably thought it made them look tough.

She remembered her fears and misgivings when they tried to snatch her in the bar. They all came rushing back. If she was spirited off to the Imperial Remnant, she would never escape. As she was now, she couldn’t harbor any notions of escape. Without the makeup of her disguise constantly being renewed, soon they would learn who she was.

Escape would be the last thing on her mind.

She pushed the blaster back and wrenched herself free of the other one. The two boys looked betrayed, like they had been undone by a Jawa. That blaster was pointed at her again. He had his finger on the trigger now. She continued to stare at him, answered his anger with her fury.

Maybe it would be best to die here.

There was a loud blaster shot in the distance. She had only begun to register that and then the unarmed Muun had his arm fell to the floor. Not even a millisecond later, another shot, this time in his oversized head. He fell dead.

The other Muun still had his blaster. But all of his show at being a tough guy had gone to the winds, he didn’t even think to snatch her up and hold the blaster to her head. Out from a corner, the barkeep came walking, holding the DH-X blaster in both hands.

“Y-you can’t do this…” said the surviving Muun.

“You mean shoot you? I shot your friend. Or are you saying I can’t shoot both of you? I think the only reason I can’t do that is because you mean to shoot me dead. And the way you’re holding your weapon, the moment you’d start to point it at me, I could put several holes in your head.”

The surviving Muun smiled. “Come on, it doesn’t have to be this way…”

“You know, I can at least admire the thugs who come to this place on the regular. They’re just looking for a good time after working hard just to earn a few extra credits. But rich boys like you slumming it down here and expecting a red carpet treatment, acting like you own the place. The rules are the same for everyone, even if you partied on the second floor. What makes you think things would be different here?”

“She’s just a whore. You’re going to kill someone for some worthless slave? She’s probably not even a Tusken.”

“Maybe. Durga is only out to make money.”

“Then who cares, right? Who she is doesn’t really matter. She’s just a whore in the end.”

At that, she lost it. She threw a right hook fast straight across his jaw. He stumbled, and in another quick movement, snatched the blaster right out of his hand. His large head, his fine clothing, she didn’t see any of that. All she saw was a pathetic little boy.

Her finger was on the death hammer’s trigger. “Don’t,” said the barkeep. “You don’t want Durga to hear about this, do you?”

“What?” said the surviving Muun. His face lit up in a smile that could almost be called endearing. “You mean you’ll let me go?” He turned back to her and said, “Yeah, you’re nothing but a stupid whore! You’re nobody! You’re...”

The barkeep fired.

The surviving Muun wished he was not that. He fell to the floor and was bleeding out of one of his legs, whimpering like a baby. Advancing on him slowly, he said, “Don’t be so vain.” Pointing the carbine of the DHX blaster down at his oversized cranium, he pulled the trigger again. It didn’t even look like he had a head anymore, it was more like a burnt tree with thin charred branches.

The slave didn’t know what was going to happen next. Before she knew it, the barkeep had taken the Death Hammer from her and placed it on the Muun’s hand. Not too soon because then a cadre of Durga’s guards had arrived. A zygerrian with a couple Gamorreans.

“What’s going on?” said the zygerrian.

“Two sons of the Banking Clan got a little handsy,” said the barkeep. He took the Death Hammer from the corpse and set it in the belt of his pants, confiscating it you could say. “Tried to kidnap one of Durga’s girls. I did what I had to do.”

The Gamorreans laughed. The zygerrian was beaming too. “That’s what happens when you act like you own the place,” he said. He looked back at the other two and said something in the Gamorrean tongue. A rough approximation given how different their species were, but they understood. Taking hold of both of the Muuns’ corpses, they carried them off.

As soon as they were gone she said, “What’s going to happen to them?”

“Dispose of their bodies,” said the barkeep. “They’ll never be heard of again.”

“I, I…” She was at a loss for words, she didn’t know how to process what happened to her. Everything that had happened to her she merely accepted without complaint, as if it was a natural disaster she couldn’t do anything about. For the first time since coming here, she let herself truly smile.

“Thank you,” she said.

“You were heading back, right?” he said with a lazy grin. “Go on. You don’t want to be late.”

“Yes. Alright!”

She had only been escorted the one time. But the ins and outs of the palace returned to her with a sudden clarity, and soon she found herself at the stairway to the second floor. Walking on up, she followed the path to her room.

Her momentary high was hit by that sudden feeling of dread again. It wasn’t long before she found that same woman again. Hair as dark as the naked cosmos done up on her head in that same series of well done braids, pale skin and green eyes, she was smiling just like before. Her beauty was like walking the surface of Dromund Kaas, a naturally lush wonder suffused with danger and evil.

None of that explained why she was so wary around this woman. The only thing that she could guess why she felt so nervous around such a beauty was the mark on her face and that same bloodred robe. The fur trim on the collar and the sleeves, she did look like a well dressed mob queen. Again, she only bowed and said, “Your quarters.”

“Al-alright,” she said in response and went inside. The harsh nights of Nal Hutta still shone with that impure yellow, letting her get a good look at her quarters. A gilded cage. But after today’s events, she was happy for it more than ever. Undoing the dancer’s outfit, she welcomed the comfort of her bed on her naked skin.
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