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Part Time Job	By : dschinny Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 7157 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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OK, this is when it gets nasty. Read or skip according to your preferences. Anyway, I'm still looking for reviews and beta.
Chapter 5 - No friends, no enemies. Only allies and adversaries.
The Twilek merchant returned his attention to the fresh merchandise, secured a collar around her neck then removed the binders from her wrists. Tomoe felt the circulation return painfully. But whatever she tried to break free, it just drained what little strength was left to her. The Wookie’s large paws just seized her like a ragdoll and shredded the remaining clothing. He clamped her securely under his armpit to pick something off the concrete floor then pushed through a door in the back of the hall. The blinding light didn’t affect him. He sat her down on a stone block and gave her just enough leeway to scramble into a sitting position and clutch her own knees to recover a little dignity. Patting her head with an approving growl he started to untangle her hair deliberately. She recognized that is was her lacquered comb in the giant’s hairy paw that spread her dark tresses gently around her shoulders like a curtain. He was obviously enjoying himself but eventually left her alone.
Tomoe lifted her head slightly to glimpse around. By the high wall of the building, several bodies in different states of undress reclined under a marquee. Skin and scales and fur in all colors. The backyard to the left was deserted, some dividers flapping lazily in the afternoon heat; the backyard to the right was stuffed with trash or spare parts higher than its boundary wall. There was very little traffic on the connective road. Even in case she dared to find out what sort of collar pressed on her shoulders, there wasn’t a place to run for. No hiding in the crowd naked as she was, no asking for help and no running faster than a Wookie with sore ribs, bruised wrists, knees and shoulder, dehydration and a lack of sleep weighting on her heavily. With no shadow provided, a sunburn would add to her hurting collection within the hour. She had to buy time if she wanted to be found. She closed her eyes and tried to become one with the stone below.
A conversation in her back shook her mind from its lethargy.
“Strange figurehead today, thought they were specialized on off-world merchandise? But that’s a nice peach, admitted.”
“It probably is, considering that flushed ripe color.” A callused hand rubbed the heated dry skin of her backside and patted her butt “Up.” No reaction.
“Right. I’ll enjoy its transformation into a rich blue plum in a few.” A muscular elbow sneaked around her chin, then jerked her backwards in a vice like grip. “Let’s see... just the right amount of eyes, lips,” the other thug slapped her defensive hands away “...nipples...” the groping hands stopped squeezing her breasts, grabbed her ankles instead and pulled her flat over the block.
“No, I can’t afford your list prices. Just checking. Auction starts 0900 tomorrow? ...Found something, boyz?” the business end of a leather scourge drew a line between her breasts, over her taut stomach and down the length of a thigh. “What’s up with this one?” a sleazy man asked the Twilek slaver.
The Twilek just grinned and shrugged his shoulders.
“You mean I should find out myself?” the potential customer smiled. Tomoe wretched an ankle free to kick the thug securing the other heel. The three men wrestled her down in no time. “Fighting makes it only better,” the nasty smile widened as he slapped the scourge lazily over the writhing body below. “Let’s see how well you lube up.” He rested the scourge between her breasts, "You'll beg soon enough for this, pet." He promised with an amused look into her slitted eyes.
His plump palm caressed her stomach, the hand sneaking down between her legs to part her pussy lips, exploring her wetness. “Ah... in your heart, you love the feel of a hard prick in your cunt and to taste my cock in your mouth.“ He slowly thrust two fingers in and out of her clenched womanhood, another nudged her tight backdoor. “Do you think I don't know lust when I see it?” She could hear other men raucous laugh and cheering at the display. Her naked body was spread out like a banquet for their greedy eyes. She focused her remaining energy on tightening her abdominal muscles and her consciousness on breathing, blending out the pain.
With a sudden movement, he picked up the scourge and drove its handle into her with one fast stroke “I’ll teach you to ease up.” He propped her leg on his shoulder and pounded in and out of her. She groaned and tried to yank her head away but the thug holding her by the neck captured her mouth and thrust his fingers into it. “Use your tongue.” She jerked and fought for breath. Dark spots obscured her vision. “Quite flexible” the thug took a hold of her calf while the other slammed the handle into her hard twice, the freed hand tweaking her nipples then a rough finger ran up the crack of her ass „Easy... or this is going to hurt seriously.“
The Twilek merchant stepped in “You pop her anal cherry, you pay for it.”
The leader looked up but ground down harder in spite, shoving the tense body out of the hold of the distracted thugs and over the edge – literally. The fall of the block triggered the stun-collar. Spasms roll over her body and finally the world went black around her.
“Poodoo.” The thugs shook the stun jolts from their hands and hoisted the unconscious body back on the block. “She’s a looker, but a bit of a slow cummer, huh?” the customer snorted at the merchant “Tiny accommodations... poor response...”
The Twilek merchant seized the arm of the potential bidder and pushed away from the audience to stifle the complaints. “C’mon, that’s what perfectly fresh merchandise is about. It will accustom to your use of it.” He licked his pointed teeth and watched the prone form like a piece of meat. “Other interested parties will loosen her up anyway, but if you want her stretched in the earnest, my Wookie is going to take care of it personally.” He patted his arm and walked him back, whispering aloud “This slave is strong and agile and it has a very useful feature... Pain gets it off.”
“I might have use for that...” The potential client shrugged his shoulders and walked away with his thugs, the crowd scattered slowly at the lack of entertainment.
The Twilek pulled a vial from his pouch and made the unconscious woman breath in the contents. The burning in her sinuses brought her back. “Get up, no sleeping at work,” he scolded and sat her up, placing her arms around her knees “There you go. And try to stay on the block next time”

Tomoe shivered in the hot air. ‘Pull yourself together,’ she commanded herself, fighting for breath. ‘I’m part of the stone... I’m not there... Relax... Nobody is here.’ It seemed to work, but she didn’t know for how long until a gloved hand touched her bare foot. Not rough, very gently yet purposefully it slid up to her clenched hands. Ignoring it would only anger its owner and waste the little leeway she had. She unlocked the hold around her knees and lifted her head, just to stare into an all too familiar T-shaped visor.
“Would you like me to buy you?” Fett’s speaker-obscured voice asked as he gently lifted the curtain of hair away from her face and over her shoulder.
Even if she could have told him, Tomoe had no answer to his question. But she definitely had a use for the blasters in his holster.
On the opposite side of the visor, Jango grinned when her eyes left his face and he felt her gaze slipping lower. The boring mask of politeness was gone and that irresistible feral look had resurfaced. He thumbed the injection point under her jaw gently “Ah, they silenced you... so... nod if you do.”
Tomoe leaned her jaw heavily into his hand and turned to kneel. ‘Grab weapon, pull arm and kick to the head. Then let the blaster’s business-end speak.’
He ruined the plan as simply as reaching over the weapon into a pocket of his utility belt in the same instant “A sensible decision at least...” he stepped around the block. “Stand.” Every muscle tense, her gaze followed every movement. She quickly complied, shaken by low blood pressure, dehydration and unspent adrenaline. “No. Turn around.” He ran a quick health check, accounting a collection of welts, cuts and bruises... nothing he could not handle with on-board medicine. “Sit down.” He firmly pressed something cool and moist on her spine. It made her skin crawl and twitch but his gloved palm held her down while the fluid reacted with the acidic nature of her skin. “This will help you to stay out of trouble with such hut’uun,” he told her in low voice, and then withdrew a step at the appearance of the Twilek-slaver.
“Are you interested in this fine specimen?”
“Possibly.”
The Twilek retrieved the collar controls from a pocket of his robes “Feel free to check it out. If you want her to move around a little, I’ll enlarge the area of the remote.”
“I already did. No change of condition, if you want a bid tomorrow.” Fett turned on his heel and walked away briskly.
Tomoe could not see what kind of mark the bounty hunter had placed on her. It burned, but the sting was bearable. Nevertheless, the slaver would take out his anger on her whenever he noticed. She didn’t know why he hadn’t yet, with her reddened backside in plain view. She quickly shook her hair to cover up the burning spot.
“Rub that on your skin, pet,” the Twilek merchant held a vial out to her, “Sun protection.” He bared his pointed teeth in a poor resemblance of human body language. ‘Better late than never.’ Tomoe thought, but took the vial anyway and applied it quickly and efficiently. If that blue piece of headtailed trash had planned a show for the audience, he was to be disappointed.
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The sun’s last beams sank behind the junkyard’s walls while a gang of spoilt teenagers that gathered at the corner had grown strong enough to go exploring and started at the block in front. The leers of the approaching pack were accompanied by lewd comments as they circled around. She knelt motionless, waiting for the alpha male to reach the next level of escalation, then whirled around, caught and twisted the groping hand into a lock, using the momentum to smash its owner’s ribs against the edge of the marble block. “Tsk tsk tsk...” she stared in his shocked expression, and then raised the pressure on the lock to keep others from moving in.
Their leader took the hint quickly enough “No, no stay away...” he whined. Tomoe straightened up and motioned the rest of the gang to leave. Eyes wandered over her naked form down her muscular thigh and the overly stretched arm of their cringing boss. This wasn’t a pleasure slave they could pester at will, but a raging beast. “Let me go, you...” She shut him up by grinding down her heel into his shoulder, then snarled at the reluctant faces all around and shook her hair over her bare breasts. “... please,” the haughty request ended in pleading. “Mandalorian...” was huffed in her back “What?” there was a shuffle of feet “on her back... run!” The whole crowd rushed off into the direction they came from, shouting at each other.
Tomoe snorted and threw her head back, kicking the leader off the marble block as if it was the step-up to her throne. She sat down when he hobbled away clutching his side then speed up noticeably after a glimpse at her spine. ‘Do I want to know?’ she wondered silently and sat down with her back to the street. The stone was exhaling the heat of the day.

“No, they would have given her just what she needs but she really messes up any chance. No, I don’t think they would have hurt her seriously,” the Twilek merchant returned with the Wookie helper in tow. ‘Better never than late.’ She thought... They couldn’t be serious?!
“On the second thought... pity she didn’t break something,” the Twilek told the Wookie with a shrug, “The natives take revenge very serious and pay well to get it. Let’s see what scared them off... oh damn, what a mark!” The Wookie whooped questionably. “The deep red shape on... the lesser red.” He realized that his furry partner was probably red-green blind like a good dog and rubbed his bulgy blue forehead with a groan. Anyway, the muscle was handy. “It’s ok, clean her up and call it a night. I have to rethink our marketing strategy.” He passed the collar controls to the Wookie “She’s all yours,” he went to gather the other merchandise from under the marquee, herding them inside.
Tomoe stared at the approaching Wookie and knew she had no chance to fight this giant. She moaned in an attempt to speak up. The beast whooped back and patted her head in a patronizing gesture. ‘Gestures...’ maybe she could communicate with it after all. She rapped the wide furry chest with her fingertips to get his attention, quickly withdrawing to signalize //I... clean ... myself... thank you.// she supported herself on his arm to step off the block and stagger inside.
The beast rested his single, intelligent eye on her hands and tilted his head, scooping her up unceremoniously as soon as her feet touched the ground. //No way, cub. You stink,// he growled and locked the door behind him. In a corner of the hall, he retrieved a bucket and a cloth, then sat down on the cold concrete floor and bent her over a knee, her upper body tugged safely under his armpit.
He started lathering her back gently, washed away the soap and traced the still visible outline with a fingertip. Tomoe relaxed and concentrated. It felt like... a skull? She didn’t want to be marked like a criminal, let alone with an ugly skull etched in her back. Startled, the Wookie propped her limp form up and patted her cheek. //Hey, you’re ok?// She picked up the sponge, ushered him to take it and turned around for him to wash her back. She kept her hair dry and supported herself with a hand on her knee while he scrubbed her back harder.
The furry beast obviously wasn’t vile like the blue one. They could not talk, but they could communicate nevertheless. She scooped a handful of water from the bucket. It felt divine on her burning face and dry lips. When she looked over her shoulder, her hollowed palm asking for a drink of water, the Wookie actually went to find some and she got to wash and towel off herself.
The Wookie returned with a bottle, her comb and a strange look in his eye reminding her of the ‘infatuation’ the Twilek had mentioned. She took small swigs from the bottle to appear occupied as long as possible. The Wookie huffed low, stepped around her and started combing her tousled hair. She took another swig and looked around in the hall unobtrusively, realizing that she was the only other ‘furry’ being left in the room. The Wookie was nuzzling her neck now, his breath warming her skin. He couldn’t possibly mistake her as a mate of his own race just because she had scalp hair and the right number of appendages?! She realized that neither martial art nor feral aggression would keep him from doing so.
She put the bottle down carefully and picked up the comb the Wookie had abandoned to grab fistfuls of her hair to rub it all over his face with a soft groan. ‘It’s just my hair conditioner,’ she told herself, ‘smells like catnip to him somehow. Grooming is their way to socialize. Relax and return the act of courtesy.’ She stroked his chest, then patted his shoulder to sit down and lifted the comb in front of his good eye. He willingly let her run spread fingers through the pelt, her fingertips seeking out the small hollows where the ears met his wide skull. He leaned into her and closed his one eye slowly. She sighed in relief and continued working on his matted fur, her legs shaking. Grooming this giant deep pile carpet would keep her safe all night.
Once the Wookie forced himself to let go of the wonderful scent he managed to restrain himself. She hid it well but he could smell his action had frightened the small one. He didn’t want that. Panic was unhealthy. She was cute in her own way... she had talented hands and a little fur, black as a night of sparkling stars, smelling like a dew-kissed meadow in autumn on Kashyyyk. //Here we go again... concentrate!// he huffed. He was definitely homesick, but there was no going back for an outcast like him.
She flinched and stopped combing; rubbing the spot she had probably hurt. “Uhmmhmmm...” Just when she thought that he had calmed a little.
He steadied her by clasping a long arm around her bare backside. //It’s ok, please continue.// he nuzzled his face against the soft mounds of her breasts to get the overdose of autumn grasses out of his sinuses. Her naked skin didn’t smell so bad since it was cleansed of the multitude of odor marks. Just sweet and moist and female. It didn’t help his problem. He realized his paws were kneading her buttocks and let go before his claws could penetrate the muscle any deeper.
‘Careful... grooming is probably as much of a pacifier as a turn-on.’ Tomoe pushed his forehead away casually to comb the longish fur on his neck and shoulders, and then slipped out of his grasp to continue on his back. She realized that she would probably need a brush or even a razor to make a difference, tied her own hair into a loose braid and put it up with her comb after dropping a large bunch of Wookie-pelt.
He sniffed and his head sank on his chest. The intoxicating scent had thinned to a comfortable level. She continued to massage the soft spots behind his ears soothingly. No way would he interrupt that treatment. It felt so good he nearly fell asleep on the hall’s permacrete floor. Finally, he shrugged his wide shoulders and got up with a yawn, spotting his Twilek partner making com-calls. He didn’t care. One arm tightly around the human’s slim waist, he half carried, half dragged her to his padded nest in a corner and curled up around her.
A moment later he was fast asleep, dreaming of meadows on Kashyyyk and ignoring his Twilek-companion kicking his ribs “Hey, how about tonight’s clubbing at Sadr’s brothel, you can take your pet with you?! We need show her around a little more.” The Twilek’s lekkus twitched angrily at his sleeping partner but then he turned to find release on a noisy yellow female of his own species.
A sort of warm confidence rushed over her when she realized that the Twilek didn’t dare to try and yank her out of the Wookie’s grasp. Tomoe decided that faking sleep was the best she could do. She didn’t have to pretend for long until exhaustion took over.
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Chapter 5 - No friends, no enemies. Only allies and adversaries.