The Purchase

It was a short trip. The hovervan stopped, and Niome squinted as the suns light bursted through the open doors. A hot breeze reminded her how little life there was in her previous prison. The air was clean, and fresh. The guard behind her nudged Niome forward with the barrel of his rifle, and she stepped out, feet finding a warm, sun soaked rug. Her eyes finally adjusted to the light, and she realized she stood bare in an alley. There were more men here than in the van. Her pale, naked skin shone a bright white in the light.

The two black sun guards behind her were joined by the earlier Twi'lek. Her red coat contrasted her blue skin. She seemed vivid in the mix of dusty browns, and olive hues. Niome swallowed a hard lump in her throat that refused to retreat. Her heart beat fast. She wasn't what scared Niome. Two Trandoshans stood behind a weequay man oposite the black sun, and her. Trandoshans meant she had no chance of getting out unarmed. The weequay smelled like ****. She ran though every possible angle of attack. How she could take a weapon, where to take cover, how to break the electrobinders.

She couldn't think of one, and then her thought was inturrupted. The Weequay grabbed her right by the groin, and painfully slid a dry, calloused finger into her entrance. The abrasion was sharp, Niome couldn't help but yelp. He pushed on something, stretched it, and then hooked his fingertip around the inside of it. It hurt so bad she thought she might die, something was about to break deep inside her, when finally the digit retreated. The weequay grinned, speaking a thickly accented basic, "I thought you were bullshitting me, a real virgin." Niome was recoiling still from the intrusion. Her fingers found her entrance, now slightly moistened, still radiating a stinging pain.

The Twi'lek answered confidently, "We don't need to bolster our product with false claims. You know we offer the best." One of the trandoshans set down a crate of credits, and Niome's heart fluttered. She was sold, it was over. She'd be this chained thing forever. The Weequay spoke, "Master will be pleased. It was a pleasure doing business. Let us know if you find any of the other items we're looking for."

The Twi'lek didn't reply verbally, one of the guards took the credits, and opened it briefly to check. The Weequay beamed at her, "How's a pieace of meat like you still unused?" He kept his eyes on her piercing blue ones, lowering his head to drag his tongue across her left breast. Niome didn't answer with words, she moved faster than they could, and made more of a point. She slammed her elbow straight into his trachea with all her strength, and the man fell on his back, fighting for air. Four guns leveled themselves on her, but she didn't move. She gave them no reason to shoot, simply watching the man on the ground while she covered her lady bits. The weequay coughed, and sputtered. Looking up at the tiny woman who was now far taller than him. His question was answered.