The Easy Way

Niome grudgingly pressed her hips to the table, and exposed her rear fully to the room. The Weequay said nothing, and moved her arms forward so they bent at the elbows, and her forearms hung over the edges. She chose not to resist, rather than trying again to incapacitate the man. He worked quickly. Her wrists were tied with a silky strand. It was soft, but with probing she deduced they would hold her. She couldn't properly utilize her body to **** through the cloth, so she was stuck. She knew what was coming. Then, he whispered in her ear, "Uncross your legs." Niome swallowed a hard lump, and obliged. The air was cold on her womanhood, now spread lewdly. She could feel the atmosphere on her most intimate hole as he nudged her legs apart. Then he tied her ankles to the legs of the table, holding them spread as such. Niome didn't try to squirm, she just prepared herself for the coming act. The Weequay lifted her rear, and pushed her forward on the table to expose her further. Then there was silence as he seemed to take in the scene. He spoke calmly, and without any falseness in his tone, "For good behavior like this, you'll be rewarded. This will make this less unpleasant for you, I doubt you'll have much fun, but this will lesson how outright painful it is." He was lying through his teeth. Nothing would alleviate what was coming.

She felt something cold press into her hole, and then there was a brief moment of hesitation. Not a biological instrument, a needle maybe, or something not meant for injections, but filling a cavity already created. This intrusion didn't hurt. It simply felt strange. She hardly processed it retract. Now her interior was coated in something cold though, she could feel some of it, a viscous fluid running down her spread lips, and the delicate folds betwwen. Lubricant? She didn't have time to process. The Weequays rough finger dipped into her freshly filled hole, and collected some of the substance from the edge of the oriface. She contracted involuntarily, but the pressure on his appendage didn't impede its retreat. She felt as his digit moved down the slit towards the table, pushing her inner folds apart as he passed the hole she urinated from, and found an extremely sensitive spot. His skin wasn't abrasive now. She could feel the rigidity of his calloused flesh, but there was no pain. Instead there was an electric sensation, and she curled her toes, tensing involuntarily. His rough finger pad actually felt oddly good. He circled the electric feeling spot between her lips, and then retracted after a moment. She couldn't place it. Suddenly her interior was warm, and felt like it desperately needed to be touched. She couldn't see what the damn weequay was up to, but her body had betrayed her. She didn't want him to stop.

"Moan if you need to, but don't speak. You'll make it out of here just fine." He paused for a second, voice becoming somewhat sincere, "I'm sorry about the circumstances that brought you here. I wish you luck."

Then he left, and Niome was alone, spread wide, and full of mixed feelings. Part of her felt ambivalent, and another only felt fearful apathy. The situation was crippling emotionally. She felt whatever he had filled her with escaping, and finally, the bounty hunter cried. Not for the situation alone, but for all the loss she had suffered. She cried for Jarek, and for everything she owned. Quiet sobs, not loud enough to cause issues. Tears still flowed from her eyes down her cheeks as the curtain behind her opened. She clenched her exposed hole, and fell silent. Her breasts pressed onto the table made her breathing sharp, and ragged. She tried her hardest to be silent. The Weequay spoke enthusiastically behind her, "Here she is, you'll be the first to use it." The visitor was silent. His footfalls were heavy.