Hutt Slavers

A Zabrak in a grungy flight suit and a handful more scruffy sorts were coming through the crowd. Fennec had seen these types before - smugglers and slavers for the Hutts. Great. More trouble. Just what she didn't need. Not now.

The slavers pushed the crowd out of their way as they flanked the red-faced women. The crowd was ready to push back, but a quick flash of blaster pistols under jackets convinced the revelers that they had shopping to go do somewhere else. And they needed to go do it, right now!

The Zabrak approached the two hiding behind their hands. "The old Bothan said we could have the naked woman covered in paint. He didn't say there'd be a pair of them." He smirked at his comrades. "Should we take them both?"

That got a hoot of approval. While a pair went to retrieve their hovercar, the women were detained. Surrounded, there was nothing they could do to stop the slavers from pulling their hands away from their blushing bodies to slap cuffs on them, not that Fennec could offer any resistance at all in her current state of confusion. Instead the famed assassin just blushed meekly and stared down in embarrassment at her bare toes.

"W-w-wait!" Jaia called. "You made a mistake!"

She cleared her throat trying to stand taller and speak firmer to give herself more authority, but authority was not something easy for trembling naked women to claim.

Jaia started again with more confidence. "Take these binders off me, right now! I'm with Black Sun. I work for the old Bothan!"

That made the slavers chuckle.

The Zabrak's brow raised in surprise. "You're Black Sun? And what do you do for the Bothan, little treat? Dance on his tables?"

"I'm one of his enforcers."

That got a round of roaring laughs. Jaia's faltering attempts to defend her claims only made the slavers roar harder.

"I do enforcement and collections for him," Jaia explained when they finally died down.

One gave her a loud slap across the ass that sent her bare butt cheeks jiggling.

Howling, "She collected that easy enough!" made another round of laughs erupt.

It was at this point, as she stood quivering meekly in her bonds, that Fennec realized the slavers had turned all their attention to the protesting woman. They were no longer in position to guard the meek quivering thing off to the side. A quick glance showed a busy row of stalls that a distraction might let the two of them reach. Or she could demurely slip into the mouth of another dark alley that sat open behind her.

"Really! You have to believe me," Jaia pleaded.

"Hooking don't count as collections," chuckled the Zabrak as he reached for the buxom woman.

Fennec felt a surge of panic for them both. She was too ****, too exposed to fight back. Her heart raced. She had to get out of here. Now. While they were distracted with Jaia. The new voice in her head urged her: Run. Save yourself.

For a brief second, she debated if she should help Jaia. She had tried to deliver Fennec to these very slavers. But could she just abandon the woman to this fate?

As the Zabrak pulled Jaia to him, Fennec made her decision.