Faulty Fruit

Two armed guards were the next visitors to her domain. Their bootfalls were heavy, and inelegant, ammunition rattled against plasteel plates. Seeing her, they seemed to drop their guard. She didn't look like a hungry predator now, she looked like a girl. One on the verge of tears by the way she hung her head. All cleaned up, the woman was honestly pretty. Not in an exactly sexual way, but in almost a cute sense. She was small, and powerless, perfect for the power trip market of sex slavery. She didn't raise her head to them as they entered, and apparently the guards took that as absenteeism. They looked over her tight frame like she was meat at a vendor's stall. Lean meat. Her muscles hardly tensed.

One man commented in Huttese, ["This one's supposed to have been the woman found out on the border to the wastes. She was armed like an assassin. Who uses two blasters at once anyways?"] The second man seemed more reserved, there was maybe a hint of skeptical worry as he replied, ["A good shot, or one who needs to get a piece places where you can't bring a repeator."] He noted, in clear jest, "Most people don't use their freehand to play with their nob." The first guard scoffed, ["I wouldn't mind if she had a free hand to play with mine."]

They both laughed, although it didn't seem very sincere, maybe one of pity. Niome didn't meet their gaze, although she figured she might learn more if she did. She couldn't look like a tough customer, otherwise they might appropriately respond when she ultimately made moves to escape. There was silence for a moment as the two men simply stared at her, or Niome imagined she was being stared at by the next comment, she couldn't tell who from, ["I'm surprised she's a virgin."] He was answered by a less emamered voice which she figured was the second guard, ["Lets get her in the transport before Syklo fixes that. I don't trust that guy not to do something stupid that doesn't get us a bounty."] Then the bootsteps were moving again, a bare hand entered her field of view abruptly, and took hold of her left breast. The second guard was suddenly very energetic. He still spoke Huttese, "Cut it out man, I need you keeping her under control, not feeling her up." Niome again found herself on her feet as the magnet released her electrobinders from their place above her. Her mind moved quickly, neither man had his gun in his hands. She wouldn't be groped again.