Nami suppressed a shiver as she felt the man’s hands on her. “I told you I don’t have much,” she said, still staring at the ground by her feet. “I wouldn’t be walking around on my own here if I was rich.” She sighed. “Just take it and go, please. I won’t tell anyone.”
"Oh, but you have something you can pay with~" Smack! Naomi's body bucked as hand slapped her ass. "You can pay with your ass~" The man chuckled as he reached for her pants.
(Edit: somehow the latter bit of my post vanished before posting! Fixing now!) Seri grins brightly, perhaps a little too teasingly, but she can’t suppress the buzz of satisfaction she feels. Mentally, she ticks off the latest investments: 19,250. It might be excessive, counting every credit, but she doesn’t want to get ahead of herself. “Entrance fee, gotcha.” She nods, flashing the merchant a quick wink, and a little more cleavage for his trouble. With the directions in mind and her blaster stowed, she heads off, searching for Pigo’s Varieties, a little more confidence, and a sway in her gait.
A strangled squeak escaped from Nami at the slap, but the man’s words hit even harder. She wanted to scream, to fight, to deny him – but then what would he do? The blaster loomed large in her mind. Like in her dream, Thassco pulling the trigger… It’s only credits, the voice of her fragile self-respect pleaded. Just give him the bag, give him everything. It’s only credits. It’s not worth— But old habit was stronger. Nami’s body didn’t belong to her; it never had. It had belonged to Thassco first, then to the men she owed money. And now, because she’d been stupid and careless, it belonged to this robber. Her pussy was his to use as he liked. It was no good. She let her head sink down in meek submission, shivering in dread and anticipation of her coming punishment.
Olena sought out whichever tree would give her the most advantageous view of the perimeter and the most likely avenue of approach to any would-be infiltrator or raiding party... Perhaps more importantly, she sought out whichever tree could be reasonably comfortable on, perhaps with a split trunk to allow her to lean or sit. Whatever was available, she would sling her blaster over her shoulder and start climbing.
(No problem!) Seri made her way through the market, following the directions, until she reached the pointed place. The shop, looked more like a junkyard. As she was looking around, Seri was startled as someone called her - a Bothan. "Looking for something?" The man asked. "I am selling by the weight."
The hand slowly moved over her ass- Spank! Hand suddenly struck her ass, before returning to caressing, then moving up, higher, in front of her- Grope~ The man groped her breast, not too gently, squeezed it, then his hand moved higher, closing around her throat. "I don't hear you protesting~" He whispered inot her ear, blaster still pressing against her back.
Spoiler: Climb 12 vs DC 8 It was easier for her to climb up than it would be to a human. She slowly moved up the tree - until she reached a point where she could see entire camp. She slowly made her seat on the branch - it was not the most pleasant place to seat, but it was... acceptable. A long shift of waiting awaited her... guarding was a boring job.
Seri approaches a little more warily, caught off guard by the Bothan. She does her best to settle back into her role, with a light smile and a confident tilt of her chin. “Actually, I was told this was the place to look for… specialist equipment?” She raises an eyebrow to keep up the effect, eyes skirting around at the array of junk and scrap.
Bothan's face changed, but Seri could not make out what it meant. Was he frowning? Was he angry? "Oh?" He hummed, not commenting, inclining his head for her to continue.
Seri swallows, feeling a touch of nervousness. Has she been played, or just pranked? “I can pay.” She offers, remembering the rest of what the Weequay told her. “To see your specialist equipment?”
Nami tried to cling on to some shred of restraint, to not betray herself. In the way the slap on her ass made her gasp. In the soft moan drawn from her by the rough groping of her breast, feeling her flesh made to yield to him. And then there was the pressure around her throat, making her heart beat faster and faster – not only with fear now, but anticipation, excitement. His hot breath in her ear… She didn’t want this. She didn’t. But the acceptance that what she wanted didn’t matter at all was so, so freeing. Even the blaster at her back just added a sense of urgency now. Still she said nothing, only panting as she tilted her neck to give his gripping hand more control. Legs trembling, she inched her feet a little further apart, positioning herself for him. The fluttering sensation in her belly growing by the moment, waiting with hunger and dread for what he would do to her…
Olena was as whimsical and clever as her vulpine nature suggested - but two hours of staring out into the darkness with only the stars and whatever celestial satellites orbited the planet she was on was going to be a challenge to get through, even for her. The Amazonian Amaran tried to keep her attention fixed on the perimeter, rifle slung around her shoulder. She glanced down at the jungle floor below her. "Well... That could be a clumsy tumble." With the cheery thought of the risks associated with falling out of a tree headfirst guiding her, the vixen checked her rig for a rope to tie around her leg.
Bothan hummed as he leaned over the counter. "What... exactly are you searching for?" He asked, slowly dragging the sentences.
"Compilant... or eager?" The man chuckled. "If you don't want to have those clothes destroyed, loose them~" He growled, and she could hear him taking a step back.
The rope was tied securely around her leg - if she fell, it would hurt, but she would survive. As she waited, and waited on her post, but nothing seemed to happen. Her mind started wandering. To the paramour and that they in the barn. To her mother, wondering what she was doing now. To her brother, worrying if he managed to get on the planet. Then she heard it - the sound was recognisable - the scream of engines of a TIE engine.
Seri drums her fingers on the counter, a little more uncertain now. “I was hoping to get my hands on some slicing gear. Uplink, maybe a hacking deck? Got anything like that?”
It took a moment before Nami began to lift her hands away from the wall. Realising that the man was no longer right at her back, the thought of trying to run away flashed through her mind; a weak and fleeting thing. Boxed in by the alley walls, trapped – a blaster at her back – escape was so near and yet impossibly far away. In a trance, she lowered her bag down to the floor, grateful that its weight was no longer dragging at her. She shrugged her jacket off and carefully set it down. Her movements were slow, shaky – there was no sensuous show being put on this time, just meek obedience. She unfastened her white bodysuit and began to peel it off. Stripping to the waist first, feeling the recycled air of the station against her bare skin. In spite of the cold, perspiration beaded on her body. The fluttering in her stomach was stronger than ever. She turned slightly as she bent over to pull the suit down her legs, using one hand while the other attempted uselessly to cover her hanging breasts. A silly gesture in the same moment that her rounded butt and then her wet, warm entrance were exposed for him to see. Though she kept her eyes downcast, she tried to catch a glimpse of him from the corner of her vision – to have some sense of who was doing this to her, anything more than just a voice.
"That depends." The Botham leaned forward. "How are you paying?" Something flashed in his eyes. "Credits? Goods?" He asked.
Young. This was the first thought that came to Nami as she fought a glimps of the young male Wequeey standing behind her. He seemed to be barely into adulthood, his eyes glued to her form... There was uncertainty in his movements and youthful arrogance.
