The Ruby of Ryloth

CHAPTER ONE - ARRIVAL

Silence....

....save for a low deep rumble of the small Imperial entry shuttle.

The slight dip as the shuttle began to descend to a brown dusty planet was noticed by the young crimson skinned Lethan Twi'lek female nervously bouncing her leg. The motion unknowingly adding to the annoyance of the decently fit orange Togrutan female who sat straight backed, arms crossed beneath her breasts, flexing her biceps, a scowl on her face.

The crimson-skinned Twi’lek looked around again, doing her best to hide the fear in her emerald green eyes.

It was clear that she did not belong.

...and she had no idea where she was.

[Count them again! Yes, yes, count them.] - her inner voice spoke again

The Twi’lek went through the count again, her head bobbing slightly as she counted off each one by the backs of their heads, nervously chewing her bottom lip, her leg still bouncing up and down.

The four rows of four seats, each pair of two separated by a small aisle way between them. Aside from the pilot, co-pilot, and Sith Overseer, there were 15 other arguably sentient humanoids aboard the tightly packed shuttle. There were two Pureblood Sith, one male and one female. They sat at the front of the row of seats, to the left. Across from them sat the start of the humans, two men had the front seats. In total, regarding humans, there were eleven, eight male and three female. Behind the first row, the middle two rows sat the bulk of the remaining humans. All eight seats were filled with humans. Which left the last row, the row the nervous very nearly terrified Twi’lek sat. To the left nearest the window sat the angry Togrutan female, then her, a former ...... pleasure ****. To her right across the aisle sat a Zabrak male and the remaining human male.

This was a coping mechanism she had developed, and it came in especially useful when during those times she had been required to serve multiple clients at once. She would give them mental nicknames as it helped her to remain focused and disconnect from the demands of the actions she was required to perform or endure.

So the one human who had patchy thinning hair, obviously Patches. The two Purebloods, the male was Spike, due to the large gold stud in his ear, the female was Pointe, due to her bony points protruding from her eyebrows and chin. One human female was Blondie, the Togruta next to her, that was Fury, and so on. Over and over the list she went, naming and counting them off, trying to avoid slipping into her own darker thoughts or dwelling on the awkward uncomfortable nature of her situation.

Her hands rested in her lap, her right thumb tapping her left, trying her best to remain inconspicuous despite the quite obvious binders tightly secured around her wrists.

Of all the passengers she was the only one cuffed.

And yet, anyone not spice-addled with half a brain would take one look at her and say the Lethan was obviously the least threatening. If anyone should be cuffed it was the rather impressive looking Togruta that sat next to her, flexing her biceps like she was just bidding her time before she could **** someone out! Probably the Twi’lek sitting next to her if anyone would make a guess.

And yet, the distinction was clear.

The aliens sat behind the humans.

Returning to Imperial space it shouldn't be a surprise, given the well known superiority of humans within the Empire and in general. The Twi'lek remembered very little about how she got here. She remembered the absolute oppressiveness of the swamps on Nal Hutta as she was shuttled on the open deck of a rather sleek and ornate speeder. Blacker than night itself, as if the very hull had been carved out of a solid piece of the most ebony onyx! She remember that there were others with her, but not much more than that. One had been blue, another green, one had four arms….but before that….alot was hazy.

She would never forget the details of the days prior of course!

She had been told she had been hand-picked for a most prestigious VIP. A Pureblood of the highest regard.

Of course she mistakenly thought she may have been granted a reprieve, but in fact, and much to her discomfort not only was her training and daily conditioning NOT lifted, it had been doubled! Which meant every morning and night for four days straight, she had a four hour session! With a six hour break in between to give her time to recover.

And unlike her usual clients, her **** trainers that were prepping her this time were mostly female themselves.

[That’s right! The client…she….she was a she!] - The Twi’lek suddenly remembered! Giving her lips an **** lick, as if trying to remember the taste of the Pureblood woman she had been selected to serve. But try as she might, the poor Twi’lek couldn’t remember anything more than that.

All she could remember was suffering through and enduring the doubled conditioning she was **** to go through. The yelling of the Trainers as she failed to meet the standards, and the lashing they would give her. Of course both verbally and physically!

To make matters worse, she remembered even her Hutt owner coming to witness her last day. That slimy fat slug watching as his Trainer’s whipped his property into shape, and conditioned her to remain submissive, eagerly obedient, and docile for her superiors! Drilling into her over and over again, to remain eagerly willing, arguably even lustful no matter how they would **** her!

They were training her to crave ****!

But her nightmare did not simply end upon meeting the client she could remember nothing of.

No….that would have been far to easy.

Her Owner had one last gift, just for her!

Before going to meet the client aboard that imposing black speeder that looked like a spear tip, she had been injected with a highly illegal ****, one that was specifically designed to work on her kind.

Lethan females.

It rendered her powerless…against even her own nature!

Stripping her of her very identity as it made her crave something above even breath and life itself.

The Twi’lek couldn’t help but shudder as she recalled the all too shameful feeling of the **** burning through her body before she lost herself, falling victim to the ****’s inescapable embrace.

She could only describe the **** as liquid humiliation……

Lost in her own thoughts, those she had been trying to avoid, she had not realized how much time had past with a sudden hiss and down then upwards jerking of the landing gear the shuttle landed on Korriban.

The Sith Overseer turned around, and slammed the entry ramp, the hot sandy air suddenly whooshing in with an overly dramatic effect.

“Welcome to Korriban, scum! Now get your worthless hides off my ship!”