Mistress? So Ahina falls into hands of some bondage enjoyers. Let’s play by their rules for now. Ahina takes more relaxed positions, with hands lower her back. „So, tanned mistress, what is your plans to my person? Are you going to sell me to someone? Or use me on your own”? Ahina study her voice, looking for some connection with her clan. Maybe she meets her somewhere in the past. „I prefer not begging for mercy, but I dare to say that I given mercy to you both, while I twice used stuns instead of deadlines shoots, if that is worth anything for you”.
Nami gasped open-mouthed for breath as Thassco’s grip tightened on her throat. For a moment, she was sure this was it – that he would kill her there and then. Yet even as her heart hammered in panic, she felt the ache of desperate need stronger than ever, and the choked moan she let out when he kissed her echoed that need. Suddenly, she could breathe again – a moment of relief, short-lived, as she panted for air. Then she felt him pull her head back painfully, forcing her to meet his gaze with wide, tearful eyes. The fraying threads of her survival instinct cast around for any lifeline, any way to buy time. Thassco’s self-control had to have its limits, just like hers…didn’t it? “P-please, Master Thassco.” She barely noticed the slip in her words, her voice hoarse and weak, yet smouldering seductively with desire. “Fuck me the way I deserve.” She swallowed hard. “U-use my body for your pleasure today, however you wish. Let me repay some of your generosity to me.”
A laugh came from the speakers. "Mercy? You have attacked us, while we were unarmed. Is that what you call mercy - attacking non-combatants?" The voice asked mockingly.
"That's what I wanted to hear~" Thassco smirked as he let go off Nami's tendrils. He stepped back and unzipped his pants. "Now, you know what do to do~" He said as he took out of his pants, his long, slick, fish like dick.
„From what I’ve remember, you two began shooting first, before me, when I surprised you two”. Ahina said calmly, not getting provoked by voice. „Could you at least tell me your side of story in this civil war? I have been healing in bacta tank after last mission, so I missed beginning of the fight”.
Nami licked her lips, out of nervousness rather than the anticipation that might have been the impression. She felt dread at the thought of sucking Thassco’s cock, and disappointment that he wouldn’t yet satisfy her own needs. But if this was what she had to do to survive, to avoid punishment… The hard floor hurt her knees as she scooched herself closer. The smell was bad enough, what would it be like to taste him…? She took a couple of deep breaths to fill her lungs in preparation, looking up at him for guidance and to signal her submission. Reaching out, she stroked his slick length gently before she leaned forward, lips parted to take him in her mouth.
"Oh? We shot first? When was it, remind me- oh, I remember!" The woman spoke, her voice filled with sarcasm. "It was when you were stealing from us. A thief." She snarled.
The grin on his lips widdened. "Don't be shy~" He said as he put his hand on her head, lightly steering her head to his liking. But after a moment, he decided to let go - to allow her take her own actions, to prove with her own actions, she could give him pleasure. "You know how I liked my little snake cleaned~" He smirked.
Ahina heavy sigh. „Alright, that one was stupidity prank from my side. I am sorry for that”. She said and look in the voice direction. „Maybe I can repaid you somehow? I’m skilled engineer, I know how to repair anything electrical and mechanical related”. Ahina point at her prosthetic leg. „I made it by my own hands, which are now locked, but I can assure you that no one in clan complains about my job”.
As if in a trance, Nami slowly lowered her head, wrapping her lips around the tip of Thassco’s cock. It slid all too easily into her mouth, over her tongue. This part, at least, she was in no danger of enjoying – – but the thought that really occupied her muddled thoughts was of her unseen audience. Were they really watching her, seeing her debase herself? Not knowing for sure made the whole thing even more surreal. The skin at the back of her neck prickled as if she could sense all those eyes on her. At least it made it easier not to think about the taste, the smell, the feeling, as she gradually took more of that hard length, sliding it in and out, trying to adjust her breathing so as not to choke.
There was a pause. "Are you saying no one survived the repairs you provided?" The voice asked sceptically. "Are you sure that is how you would like to boast your skills?" There it was, a slight joy she could hear in the voice. Not mockery but teas.
Nami could feel the dick twitching in her mouth, growing, expanding as Thessaco became more and more excited. Yet, he did nothing but allow her to do all the job. It reminded her of old times. The memories started flooding her mind... She could almost feel the marks of the electro whip as her mind travelled to the time the whipmaster gave her 20 strikes. Crack! She could remember the sound of the whip striking her skin. She could remember the soft embrace of a fellow slave as the two of them lay in the bed, comforting each other. She could remember her friend and her serving the guests of the Master as he talked business. She could remember.
Ahina chuckled as she listened into voice of the microphone. „Yes, everyone who survived did not complain about my work. They complained about running out of ammunition, getting broken ribs by explosions, maybe someone stealing their equipment. But no one complained about repairing”. Ahina sits more comfortably in her bed. „Examine my skills. Take first broken mechanism in your area, describe it to me and what is not working and I will give you advice how to fix it. I will take that one as free example for potential customer”.
An amused laugh came through speakers. "First? We are in ruins of a city. This whole area is littered with broken items." There was a pause. "A speeder in front of the complex would be good, but considering it's state, it would go for a junk..." There was a pause. "Ah, let's play your game. There is a terminal here, that keeps turning of. It works or a several moments, then, bleah, it's dead."
Ahina listen with attention to description of broken terminal. "Did you you try turn it off and on? Just kidding, of course you do it already. First you have to take off the panel, using tool of number..." For several minutes Ahina explain to tanned woman what could be broke inside terminal and how to fix it. Ahina was confident in her skills, but knew it would be better if she could see it with her own eyes and fix it by herself. "... and then put red cabel to green entrance. I know, confusing but it wasn't my design. Also, cleaning it of dirt and dust can help too".
The crash of waves from the sea outside. The smell of oil and ozone in the workshops. The itch of her clothes against her skin in the places where the whip’s cuts still stung. The bile rising in her throat as Thassco told her she was to provide a “special” service for an important client… Nami knew she’d been pushing her luck, stretching the limits of her free time. She was so close to sealing a deal, getting a loan agreed. She was finally going to do it: buy her freedom, get away from all this, make a real life for herself. And extend a hand to help others whose suffering she had shared. But Thassco – he’d decided that as an adult, now, Nami was old enough to do a new kind of work for him. She knew the punishment for defiance; she could still feel the pain of it. She had to endure this. Over there, also on his knees, Jerrin – different clients had different preferences. A Twi’lek, lithe, hauntingly pretty; Nami’s brother in slavery. She’d sometimes wished he could be more to her than that, but Jerrin wasn’t into girls. She’d been content to have him as a friend, a confidant, a supporter, and to try to be the same to him. Not long after this day, he’d be sold on. One of the “special” clients making Thassco an offer he couldn’t refuse. At least, that was what Nami had been told. Looking back, she wondered how many times she’d been lied to. She’d wanted so badly to believe he was safe, somewhere, somehow… But in the moment of this memory, she knew none of that. She was focused on keeping quiet and still, bearing her humiliation as Jerrin bore his, while Thassco and his clients carried on their discussion. To them, the two slaves were little more than pleasing furniture, objects for their enjoyment.
Spoiler: Skill 3+8 vs DC 10 - success The pointers she gave, were little chaotic, but after a moment the woman got back to her. "Well, would you look at that. The little thing actually works!" There was a laugh coming from the other side. "Congratulations, you proved you are not a useless thieving pervert. You are promoted to a somehow useful thieving pervert!" She announced with a laugh.
Nami was lost in memories. A bitter sweat of memories of pain and pleasure, suffering and orgasmic releases, of monsters and friends. Her eyes snapped back to the moment as she choked on the shaft. After a moment, she recognised the familiar symptoms. He was going to cum in a moment.
„So, could you consider letting me go? In exchange for getting my stuff back I can try to fix this broken speeder. Well, I would need some tools and spare parts, but I’m up for the challenge”. Ahina offers, getting little tired of being tied up completely naked.
"Tsk." Seeing them retreat, Ina clicks her tongue. She ponders if sending her fastest ship would be enough go try and shoot down their engines. Or if a well placed shot would reach them before they jump into hyperspace.
