Star Wars: Warlords

[Elfie]

"I ordered you to, ah, fuck it-" The Trandoshan snarled as he raised his rifle blaster-

Pffff!

The blaster lighted up, and for a moment, you saw a blue light hit you-

...

Darkness claimed you as you opened your eyes - you were in a cage, naked, hands cuffed behind your back... it was dark...

Seri screams herself awake, jolting painfully, her body aching from the prolonged pressure of laying on her side.

She feels the sensation of her own nakedness, and chokes back a sob as she realises she’s been stripped of everything. Oddly enough, it’s less the horror and humiliation of having been stripped and seen nude by her captors, as the realisation that everything she’s gained over the last few days - everything - is gone.

She raises her head awkwardly, then the rest of herself, shuffling onto her knees. With her arms bound, her chest is forced forward, her breasts raised against her will. Her feet tuck tight beneath the swell of her ass, as she tries anything she can to centre and calm herself, even as panic threatens to overtake her once again.

 

[lady-lux]

Kaelaen nodded and started pushing the cart. Jura joined her after a moment. It took them a few moments, but soon, the group stopped in front of Nami's ship.

"So this is your ride." Jura hummed as she looked at Deepwater-class light freighter. "Mon Cala production, I would guess? They tend to do more aquetic design."

"A fan of Mon Calamari?" Kaelaen asked.

"Nah, I prefer Correlian thought of design." She shook her head. "But some Mon Calamari ships can actually work as submarines."

"Oh?" Kaelaen looked at the ship with new appreciation.

Nami felt a glow of pride as the other two spoke about her ship. Her ship. In her journeys since gaining her freedom, Paraselene had been her companion, her only friend in a way – now she had new friends to introduce. Although it did also occur to her what a mess she’d probably left everything in.

“I always liked the idea of being able to dive down to get away from danger,” she said. “Shame so many places in the galaxy are…dry.”

 

[majus]

Seri screams herself awake, jolting painfully, her body aching from the prolonged pressure of laying on her side.

She feels the sensation of her own nakedness, and chokes back a sob as she realises she’s been stripped of everything. Oddly enough, it’s less the horror and humiliation of having been stripped and seen nude by her captors, as the realisation that everything she’s gained over the last few days - everything - is gone.

She raises her head awkwardly, then the rest of herself, shuffling onto her knees. With her arms bound, her chest is forced forward, her breasts raised against her will. Her feet tuck tight beneath the swell of her ass, as she tries anything she can to centre and calm herself, even as panic threatens to overtake her once again.

As Seri waits in darkness, slowly she becomes aware of her surroundings - a number of cages surrounding her, some empty, some with females just in the same situation as her - stripped and cuffed. Some, also gagged. There was a noise somewhere not far. Voices.

And then there were guards - one of whom was approaching her cage.

Clank!

Sparks flew as electric prod hit the bars.

"Out, slut!" The guard called as he opened the cage. When she hesitated for a moment, he drove a prod between the bars, shocking her.

As she was moved out of the cage, the guard wave the prod.

"Walk." He commanded. "And don't try anything."

 

[majus]

Nami felt a glow of pride as the other two spoke about her ship. Her ship. In her journeys since gaining her freedom, Paraselene had been her companion, her only friend in a way – now she had new friends to introduce. Although it did also occur to her what a mess she’d probably left everything in.

“I always liked the idea of being able to dive down to get away from danger,” she said. “Shame so many places in the galaxy are…dry.”

"Oh, there are quite a few of them, but most are inhibited." Jura hummed as she pushed the cart.

"Where do you want her?" Kaelaen asked nodding to the cart with unconscious woman in it, as the group moved to the ship

 

[Elfie]

As Seri waits in darkness, slowly she becomes aware of her surroundings - a number of cages surrounding her, some empty, some with females just in the same situation as her - stripped and cuffed. Some, also gagged. There was a noise somewhere not far. Voices.

And then there were guards - one of whom was approaching her cage.

Clank!

Sparks flew as electric prod hit the bars.

"Out, slut!" The guard called as he opened the cage. When she hesitated for a moment, he drove a prod between the bars, shocking her.

As she was moved out of the cage, the guard wave the prod.

"Walk." He commanded. "And don't try anything."

Gathering her surroundings does nothing to soothe Seri’s distress, and she feels her heart beat fast as a birds as she takes in the sight of so many other women, bound and helpless.

How could she have been so stupid? To lose everything in an instant, just because she couldn’t keep her guilt in check? All the hard lessons taught by Kylos and Adara, and she’s learnt nothing.

Slut.

It hits her like a slap, dredging up memories of degradation and humiliation. But the prod would be far worse, so she stumbles forward, bare feet slapping against the floor, her head dipped, shoulders slumped as she curls in on herself.

 

[lady-lux]

"Oh, there are quite a few of them, but most are inhibited." Jura hummed as she pushed the cart.

"Where do you want her?" Kaelaen asked nodding to the cart with unconscious woman in it, as the group moved to the ship

Nami led the way up the ramp into the ship, to the false partition into the converted cargo hold that hid her medical lab. Clean and new in comparison to the rest of the ship’s interior, shelves and lockers tidily stocked with their assorted instruments, medicines. Nami flinched as, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the emergency contraceptives she’d accidentally left out earlier – feeling suddenly very aware of the deep warmth that still lingered in her lower belly. Hopefully nobody else would look at those pills too closely…

She drew back a curtain to reveal a bed for the patient. “Let’s get her up on there,” she said, “and I can run a quick scan.”

 

[majus]

Gathering her surroundings does nothing to soothe Seri’s distress, and she feels her heart beat fast as a birds as she takes in the sight of so many other women, bound and helpless.

How could she have been so stupid? To lose everything in an instant, just because she couldn’t keep her guilt in check? All the hard lessons taught by Kylos and Adara, and she’s learnt nothing.

Slut.

It hits her like a slap, dredging up memories of degradation and humiliation. But the prod would be far worse, so she stumbles forward, bare feet slapping against the floor, her head dipped, shoulders slumped as she curls in on herself.

As Seri was lead through the corridor, her eyes were drawn for a moment to a room to the side. There was a naked woman, her hands tied above her head, gag in her mouth and a tattoo on her asscheek - it took Zeltron a moment to recognize the purple Twi'lek, the woman whom she escaped from.

"Aghh!" She screamed into gag as large Gamorrean struck her with an electro whip. Her skin was marked with numerous whip marks.

But then Seri was pushed forward.

Soon, she was pushed into dark room and forced to stand on the platform, only well lit place in the... Large arena. Just as she was dragged in, other woman, also tied, was dragged away.

"And now, a young nimble Zeltron! A healthy specimen who would make your nights interesting~" The man around her, grabbing her breasts and weighing them on his hand, raising her lips to show her teeth. "Nice full perky tits and good teeth. Supple ass and thought pussy!" Turned her around, striking her ass, then made her face the crowd of people sitting in darkness, and spread her pussy. "The licitation starts at 1000 credits!"

 

[majus]

Nami led the way up the ramp into the ship, to the false partition into the converted cargo hold that hid her medical lab. Clean and new in comparison to the rest of the ship’s interior, shelves and lockers tidily stocked with their assorted instruments, medicines. Nami flinched as, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the emergency contraceptives she’d accidentally left out earlier – feeling suddenly very aware of the deep warmth that still lingered in her lower belly. Hopefully nobody else would look at those pills too closely…

She drew back a curtain to reveal a bed for the patient. “Let’s get her up on there,” she said, “and I can run a quick scan.”

The two women looked around, curiously taking in the ship. Jura whistled appreciatively.

"Wow~ Such a cozy feeling~" The female pilot hummed.

"In comparison to a slave ship, anything would be." Kaelaen said as she grunted, pushing the cart.

The group stopped near the bed and the two women grabbed the unconscious Zeltron.

"Easy!" The Echani said as they moved the body on the table.

"Wheeew." Jura gasped.

The two women were breathing heavily, but stepped back, giving Nami place to work.

As Nami walka to the console and turned the power on, the device starts slowly humming, as it came to life, ready to follow her commands.

 

[Elfie]

As Seri was lead through the corridor, her eyes were drawn for a moment to a room to the side. There was a naked woman, her hands tied above her head, gag in her mouth and a tattoo on her asscheek - it took Zeltron a moment to recognize the purple Twi'lek, the woman whom she escaped from.

"Aghh!" She screamed into gag as large Gamorrean struck her with an electro whip. Her skin was marked with numerous whip marks.

But then Seri was pushed forward.

Soon, she was pushed into dark room and forced to stand on the platform, only well lit place in the... Large arena. Just as she was dragged in, other woman, also tied, was dragged away.

"And now, a young nimble Zeltron! A healthy specimen who would make your nights interesting~" The man around her, grabbing her breasts and weighing them on his hand, raising her lips to show her teeth. "Nice full perky tits and good teeth. Supple ass and thought pussy!" Turned her around, striking her ass, then made her face the crowd of people sitting in darkness, and spread her pussy. "The licitation starts at 1000 credits!"

Oh no. No no no no.

Seri screams internally, unable to vocalise her fear despite its potency. If she’s back here, back in the hell of flesh behind the club…

Please no…

Her eyes meet the Twi’lek’s for just a moment, Seri’s full of remorse and pain, before she’s forced forward.

She blinks helplessly in the blinding light around her, unable to make out much more than shapes observing her, as she’s prodded, poked, and manhandled. She whimpers as her breasts are raised and weighed, and realises how close that must sound to a moan.

She can barely manage a feeble struggle as she’s forced over, her ass and pussy displayed for the bidder’s pleasure. Seri stumbles, her toes slipping against the stage, her shoulder trembling as she cowers on the spot.

 

[majus]

Oh no. No no no no.

Seri screams internally, unable to vocalise her fear despite its potency. If she’s back here, back in the hell of flesh behind the club…

Please no…

Her eyes meet the Twi’lek’s for just a moment, Seri’s full of remorse and pain, before she’s forced forward.

She blinks helplessly in the blinding light around her, unable to make out much more than shapes observing her, as she’s prodded, poked, and manhandled. She whimpers as her breasts are raised and weighed, and realises how close that must sound to a moan.

She can barely manage a feeble struggle as she’s forced over, her ass and pussy displayed for the bidder’s pleasure. Seri stumbles, her toes slipping against the stage, her shoulder trembling as she cowers on the spot.

A light blinked in the darkness.

"And we have a first bid! 5100!" The man next to Seri spoke. "5200! 5250! 5300! 5350! A juicy Zeltron like her with this shade of red-pink, is a rare find! 5400! 5450! 5500! 5500! Will I have 5600?"

The man smiled-

Smack!

His hand smacked her ass, making her yelp and jump a little, her breasts bouncing.

"5600! 5700! 5800! Will there be 5900?" The man walked around her. "Look at her~ The face, the figure - she will serve as bed warmer for years! Look!" The man suddenly grabbed Seri by hair and slid his hand into her pussy, showing the wetness to the crowd. "Even now she is wet and eager! 6000!"

The man waved his hand.

"6100! 6200! 6500! Will I have 7? The slut is young and perfectly breedable! We a right bull, you could get at least a dozen of litter to your slave pens and whorehouses!" He walked behind her and squeezed both of her tits. "And those, will only grow! 7000!"

The man immadietly let go of her and walked to the edge of stage.

"7500! 7800! 8000! 8500! Will I have 9000 for the young nubile slave?" He looked around. "Sold, for 9000!"

He announced and guard grabbed Seri and started dragging of stage.

 

[Elfie]

A light blinked in the darkness.

"And we have a first bid! 5100!" The man next to Seri spoke. "5200! 5250! 5300! 5350! A juicy Zeltron like her with this shade of red-pink, is a rare find! 5400! 5450! 5500! 5500! Will I have 5600?"

The man smiled-

Smack!

His hand smacked her ass, making her yelp and jump a little, her breasts bouncing.

"5600! 5700! 5800! Will there be 5900?" The man walked around her. "Look at her~ The face, the figure - she will serve as bed warmer for years! Look!" The man suddenly grabbed Seri by hair and slid his hand into her pussy, showing the wetness to the crowd. "Even now she is wet and eager! 6000!"

The man waved his hand.

"6100! 6200! 6500! Will I have 7? The slut is young and perfectly breedable! We a right bull, you could get at least a dozen of litter to your slave pens and whorehouses!" He walked behind her and squeezed both of her tits. "And those, will only grow! 7000!"

The man immadietly let go of her and walked to the edge of stage.

"7500! 7800! 8000! 8500! Will I have 9000 for the young nubile slave?" He looked around. "Sold, for 9000!"

He announced and guard grabbed Seri and started dragging of stage.

Seri tries her best to endure the humiliation and the strikes, but the clamour of voices overwhelms her, as she stands, naked and trembling.

She’s overwhelmed too, by the frantic series of bids, a strange, writhing sensation coursing through her as she realises just what a popular piece she’s proving to be.

When the auctioneers fingers slip inside her, she’s too late to stop herself moaning, her plush pink thighs pressing tight together as her knees buckle.

And then, just like that, it’s over, and she’s bundled off the stage. Her hands latch onto the guard’s arm, pawing at him desperately.

“Please.” She mumbles, “don’t do this… let me go, please.”

 

[majus]

Seri tries her best to endure the humiliation and the strikes, but the clamour of voices overwhelms her, as she stands, naked and trembling.

She’s overwhelmed too, by the frantic series of bids, a strange, writhing sensation coursing through her as she realises just what a popular piece she’s proving to be.

When the auctioneers fingers slip inside her, she’s too late to stop herself moaning, her plush pink thighs pressing tight together as her knees buckle.

And then, just like that, it’s over, and she’s bundled off the stage. Her hands latch onto the guard’s arm, pawing at him desperately.

“Please.” She mumbles, “don’t do this… let me go, please.”

The guard snarled.

"Oh, that won't be happening!" He said as he grabbed Seri by hair and started leading her through the corridors. Soon, the duo entered a room with medical equipment, and the guard pulled the Zeltron female to the wall with chains. He chained her to the wall, then moved back to the door.

Only then, she had time to look around - and she realised that there were two other people there - a female doctor, who was at the moment, tattooing some kind of mark on the ass of a bound female.

 

[lady-lux]

The two women looked around, curiously taking in the ship. Jura whistled appreciatively.

"Wow~ Such a cozy feeling~" The female pilot hummed.

"In comparison to a slave ship, anything would be." Kaelaen said as she grunted, pushing the cart.

The group stopped near the bed and the two women grabbed the unconscious Zeltron.

"Easy!" The Echani said as they moved the body on the table.

"Wheeew." Jura gasped.

The two women were breathing heavily, but stepped back, giving Nami place to work.

As Nami walka to the console and turned the power on, the device starts slowly humming, as it came to life, ready to follow her commands.

Nami took a deep breath as she approached the console. She stood a little taller, more confident, relaxed – she was in her element now, in her own domain, doing what she’d trained for. One by one, engaging sensors to check heart rate, blood pressure, temperature. Beginning the process of identifying the infection, already thinking through what medications might be called for.

There was a lot she had to get right. Details of Zeltron biology – making sense of these bio-readings. She couldn’t afford to let nerves get in the way. Be clinical, respectful, thorough…

 

[Elfie]

The guard snarled.

"Oh, that won't be happening!" He said as he grabbed Seri by hair and started leading her through the corridors. Soon, the duo entered a room with medical equipment, and the guard pulled the Zeltron female to the wall with chains. He chained her to the wall, then moved back to the door.

Only then, she had time to look around - and she realised that there were two other people there - a female doctor, who was at the moment, tattooing some kind of mark on the ass of a bound female.

Seri’s scalp stings and tingles as she’s yanked by her blueish locks. Tears roll down her cheeks, and she whimpers once against as the guard forces her into the next dreadful room, binding her against the wall.

She nearly gives in there, and slumps, but her eyes grow wide with fear as she spots the branding in progress. There’s no way she’s letting that happen without a fight. With the last of her strength, Seri bucks and thrashes, yanking at her chains, desperately trying to break free, or at least make enough of a nuisance of herself that the tattooing won’t come easy.

 

[majus]

Nami took a deep breath as she approached the console. She stood a little taller, more confident, relaxed – she was in her element now, in her own domain, doing what she’d trained for. One by one, engaging sensors to check heart rate, blood pressure, temperature. Beginning the process of identifying the infection, already thinking through what medications might be called for.

There was a lot she had to get right. Details of Zeltron biology – making sense of these bio-readings. She couldn’t afford to let nerves get in the way. Be clinical, respectful, thorough…

Spoiler: Medicine

3 (skill)+4 (dice)+2 (equipment) vs DC 8 (10-2 procedure)

The two women were watching with interest as the doctor was performing a procedure - a simple procedure, came out to be surprisingly difficult. Nami almost screwed it up... the shock was still there, still influencing her. But she quickly recovered.

There were many readings, she could not understand. Not at this moment at least. But she found the most obvious thing - why the woman was still unconscious. She found that the Zeltron was in induced coma - she had an underskin implant that kept her unconscious. Removing or disabling it should be easy.

 

[majus]

Seri’s scalp stings and tingles as she’s yanked by her blueish locks. Tears roll down her cheeks, and she whimpers once against as the guard forces her into the next dreadful room, binding her against the wall.

She nearly gives in there, and slumps, but her eyes grow wide with fear as she spots the branding in progress. There’s no way she’s letting that happen without a fight. With the last of her strength, Seri bucks and thrashes, yanking at her chains, desperately trying to break free, or at least make enough of a nuisance of herself that the tattooing won’t come easy.

As Seri struggled, the guard walked up to her, raising the prod and pushing it against her breast-

!

She shook from pain as the electricity rocked her body. After a moment, he removed the electric prod.

"You continue being difficult," The guard spoke. "And I am going to shove this into your cunt and fuck it with the prod, while discharging the battery."

He stepped back, and the doctor walked up to her.

"Where do you want a slave tattoo - ass or breast?" She asked as her previous patient was dragged away. She glanced at the guard, then back at Seri. "Joke around or make trouble, and I will make one on your face."

 

[lady-lux]

Spoiler: Medicine

3 (skill)+4 (dice)+2 (equipment) vs DC 8 (10-2 procedure)

The two women were watching with interest as the doctor was performing a procedure - a simple procedure, came out to be surprisingly difficult. Nami almost screwed it up... the shock was still there, still influencing her. But she quickly recovered.

There were many readings, she could not understand. Not at this moment at least. But she found the most obvious thing - why the woman was still unconscious. She found that the Zeltron was in induced coma - she had an underskin implant that kept her unconscious. Removing or disabling it should be easy.

A closer call than she liked. Nami had to pause to compose herself, unwanted thoughts and feelings bubbling up. The discovery of the implant explained a lot – it was a problem she could solve. Why had the slavers seen the need for this…? Well, often it seemed that the cruelty itself was enough reason.

She paused for breath, trying to steady her thoughts and her hands, before beginning preparation for the surgery. It should be just like taking out a tracking device. She’d done that plenty of times. Whatever it was about this woman that was throwing off her readings shouldn’t get in the way – she hoped. But there could also be countermeasures, something to make removal dangerous…

“You might not want to watch the next part too closely,” she warned the others. “There’s an implant right under here that needs to come out.”

 

[Elfie]

As Seri struggled, the guard walked up to her, raising the prod and pushing it against her breast-

!

She shook from pain as the electricity rocked her body. After a moment, he removed the electric prod.

"You continue being difficult," The guard spoke. "And I am going to shove this into your cunt and fuck it with the prod, while discharging the battery."

He stepped back, and the doctor walked up to her.

"Where do you want a slave tattoo - ass or breast?" She asked as her previous patient was dragged away. She glanced at the guard, then back at Seri. "Joke around or make trouble, and I will make one on your face."

Seri can barely muster the breath to scream, instead expelling her pain in a plaintive rasp. She sags against the wall, clinging to the chains holding her up, the remnants of her makeup running down her cheek in black tears.

She sobs hoarsely, not daring to meet the doctor’s eyes as she approaches. “M-m-my…” she trails off, unable to say the words, instead gesturing to the curve of her plump ass. “Down there.”

 

[majus]

A closer call than she liked. Nami had to pause to compose herself, unwanted thoughts and feelings bubbling up. The discovery of the implant explained a lot – it was a problem she could solve. Why had the slavers seen the need for this…? Well, often it seemed that the cruelty itself was enough reason.

She paused for breath, trying to steady her thoughts and her hands, before beginning preparation for the surgery. It should be just like taking out a tracking device. She’d done that plenty of times. Whatever it was about this woman that was throwing off her readings shouldn’t get in the way – she hoped. But there could also be countermeasures, something to make removal dangerous…

“You might not want to watch the next part too closely,” she warned the others. “There’s an implant right under here that needs to come out.”

The two women stepped back, but did not leave the room.

Spoiler: Medicine

3 (skill)+13 (dice)+2 (equipment) vs DC 12

Nami focused on her station. She first located the chip - this one was a little more expensive, but not by much. As she started working, Nami realised that the protections against its removal were simply absent. With that settled, she moved to actually remove the offending device. She picked up a tool and carefully started operating. Soon, a bloodied device landed with a clink on the tray, and she started closing a wound.

And... she was done.

Soon, as she was finished, the woman started opening her eyes...

 

[majus]

Seri can barely muster the breath to scream, instead expelling her pain in a plaintive rasp. She sags against the wall, clinging to the chains holding her up, the remnants of her makeup running down her cheek in black tears.

She sobs hoarsely, not daring to meet the doctor’s eyes as she approaches. “M-m-my…” she trails off, unable to say the words, instead gesturing to the curve of her plump ass. “Down there.”

Seri was dragged to the table, her legs tied apart to the legs of the table, she was forced to lean forward, her breasts pushing against the cold surface, her hands stretched and bound to the other side of the table. Two dildos were pushed into her lower holes, so she could not move. Then, she felt sudden pain on her right asscheek-

....

Warm bodies coiling together, shaft moving in and out of her...

...

Taste of sex juices filling her mouth...

....

on her knees, slurping tasty pussy...

....

Whip landing on her breasts...

...

Arching, as twelve orgasm rocked her body this hour...

...

Seri opened her eyes slowly, her mind slowly recovering... She was in an unfamiliar place, her body weak, excitement almost touchable between her legs in her chest... A Nautolan female was leaning over her.