Of course not!

“**** 26, sold for eight thousand lakhs! May she prove to be an excellent servant!” you hear the announcer say. And the line moves as another **** is escorted up the podium.

The last weeks - you are not sure of the time - was spent with exactly what you’ve envisioned. The mornings you’ve spent kneeling in the cell, getting fucked by the guards. The afternoons you were in the man’s office - you never got to know his name -, and were fucked alongside with Bastila and Mission. In the evenings you ate your allowance, then tried to get some sleep between the numerous visits by the guards. And these events just kept happening… And by now all three of you are utterly broken.

Often, you also think about Carl, and the possibility of being helped. But if he couldn’t pull off anything by now, then what are the chances? You also think of the real Sith, and the threat they pose to the Republic. But alas… It seems like the good guys will have to do this without you.

Half an hour later you are next, and you are escorted up the podium. You also see Bastila and Mission, as they are escorted off to separate owners. You exchange glances as a form of goodbye, but there isn't much else that you could do. Perhaps one day we will serve together.

“**** 42, an outsider from the Republic, brought to justice by violating our sacred laws with her thoughts of freedom,” you are turned around with the leash to show your curves. And the crowd cheers in excitement. “Oh look at that, she is already eager to serve!” the announcer adds as a line of lubricant goes through your thigh.

You hear a ferocious storm of voices from all the men who want to bury their shaft in you, and you quickly lose count as they progress. Alas, there is a strong hand raised among the crowd “Seven thousand!”, and everyone stops, making it a victory for the person.

“**** 42, an outsider from the Republic, sold for seven thousand lakhs. May she prove to be an excellent servant!” you shudder from the words: now you have an owner. But you are also excited. Perhaps being a **** wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Your legs trembling, you are escorted off of the podium. You are stopped in front of the man, tall, good looking, black hair, wearing a suit, and he immediately starts exploring your body with his hand.

“I think we will have a lot of fun together sweetie!” he says, and you cannot help but to smile in the gag, your mind filled with excitement.

BAD END: SOLD OFF!