[star wars] [rape] [MF] [FF] [watersports] [breath play] [brutality] Rina Chapter 8: The Conclusion. The last client is the worst, explosions, drama, escape, and reunions

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Chapter 8

Rape, Revenge, Old Allies, Escape!

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$$ Content notice: MF brutal sex and beating, breath play, rape, later non-sexual violence, later still watersports and FF human/Twi’lek sex $$

The next morning soon after breakfast the door sounded, and Loretta admitted a tall, handsome, man. He had tanned pink skin, short wavy black hair, piercing blue eyes, and a square jaw with a cleft chin. His shoulder were broad and his waist was narrow. He wasn’t the most handsome man Rina had ever seen, but he was in the top twenty. She was sure he must have had cosmetic surgery to look so good, but couldn’t spot any signs of it.

He followed Loretta with a swagger. Loretta’s smile was somewhat brittle. “Tel’Ro has given Captain Sternn his pick of the harem.” Her voice was a bit strained. “Perhaps you’d like Rakha this time Captain?”

Chuckling, Sternn shook his head. “No, Loretta I don’t think so.” His voice fit the rest of him, deep, confident, and attractive. His eyes lit on Rina, and she felt an uncomfortable knot forming in her stomach.

As they walked to her room, Rina could feel Sternn’s eyes on her. He closed the door behind them and she turned to kiss him. The next thing she knew she was on the floor, and it took her a moment to realize that he’d backhanded her so hard she’d been knocked down. The faint, charismatic, smile on his face hadn’t changed at all.

He pounced on her, and pinned her arms to her sides with his knees, then slapped her back and forth a few times leaving her cheeks sore and her eyes watering. “Not so pretty are you now cunt?” He hissed, his smug grin finally vanishing and replaced by hate. She assumed it was hate for women, or maybe everyone who wasn’t him, since before he’d walked into the room she’d never met him so he couldn’t hate her personally. Rina gave a little scream as he twisted her nipples so hard she thought they might come off.

Then he was pushing into her, she hadn’t seen him unbuckle his belt but he must have. She wasn’t ready, she wasn’t wet, and she really didn’t want that man in her pussy. But he was much stronger than she was and held her arms down so all she could do was twist while he penetrated her slowly and painfully. She groaned in pain, and that seemed to encourage him because with a burst of strength he pushed the rest of the way into her, the head of his cock bumping painfully into her cervix. He was big, she realized, not just long but girthy, and even with preparation and lots of lube it would have been uncomfortable at first. The pain as he started pumping in and out, her pussy finally beginning to lubricate even though she wasn’t turned on, was the worst she’d ever felt from her cunt. Even back in high school, the first time she’d been raped, hadn’t hurt so much.

He slapped her back and forth again, and gave her nipples another horrible pinch and twist, all the while his steady pumping never changed its rhythm. Rina stared up into Sternn’s face, now ugly with his brutality. He grabbed her jaw and forced her mouth open, then spat into it. She was repulsed by the slimy feel of his saliva running across her tongue, then he forced her mouth closed and Rina swallowed convulsively almost retching at the realization of what had happened.

At least her pussy didn’t hurt so much now, she thought. Sternn spit in Rina’s mouth again, then after she’d swallowed he grabbed her neck and slowly started choking her. That she wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with, Rina had tried breath play with one of her boyfriends a few years ago. This was different, there was no play, no cooperation, and she was terrified that he might actually kill her.

Sternn had incredible endurance. He choked her, slapped her, and spat on her and in her mouth over and over all the while never changing the speed or rhythm of his thrusts into her cunt. Finally, Rina had no idea how long, he kept choking her for longer than he had before. She thrashed, her body spasming. Her submission, her awareness of how bad Falter would be if she hurt a client, was forgotten in her panic, she tried to hit him, to grab his hands, but he captured both her hands in one of his, and kept choking her one handed. She felt his dick twitching as, finally, he came inside her but he didn’t let up on her throat and the room dissolved into blackness.

When she woke, Sternn was gone. Rina climbed painfully to her feet and staggered to the mirror. Her face was bruised, her breasts were bruised, and her throat was bruised. The door opened, and Fanny was there. “I’m so sorry Rina, I tried to get him to take me instead, and Loretta asked him to take Rakha, but he wanted you. Come on, let me help you to the baths.”

Once they got there, despite the pain in her neck, the first thing Rina did was enter a toilet cubical and stick a finger down her throat until she puked up every drop of spit he’d made her swallow.

After a long shower, and a visit to the kolto station to fix the bruises, Rina felt better. Not good, but better. She’d survived the worst and she’d be escaping that night. If she could find a way to kill Sternn on the way out she’d take that as a bonus.

She retreated to her room, asking Fanny to leave as politely as she could manage, and no one else bothered her while she sat on the bed and stared at the wall for a while.

With the help of kolto, the bruises faded quickly. Rina was late to dinner. Partially because of how she felt, but more importantly because of the timing of things. The others made light conversation, leaving space for her to get involved but not forcing her when she stayed silent. Rina thought that was one of the kindest things anyone had tried to do for her, though now after hours of thought and reading she was feeling eager and excited rather than depressed.

Over the past weeks since she’d made it a habit to be out of the harem a bit before bed no one paid much attention when she left. Loretta, nude as ever, gave her a small wave as Zebb fucked her ass.

In case Loretta was paying any attention after she finished with Zebb, Rina wandered to the library and browsed for a nearly half an hour, before sighing theatrically and turning to the kitchens. That also matched her habits, and she felt confident that no one would be following her movements carefully. Loretta often took a nap after getting fucked well, so it was possible she wasn’t even awake and Rina was fairly sure security didn’t pay much attention to the harem slaves.

Along the way she stopped at a small supply cupboard and removed the package she found inside. Now she worried, it wasn’t usual for her to be carrying anything but she worried anyway. Still, she sauntered down the corridors unconcernedly smiling and greeting the staff as she passed them.

Luck, or the Force, was with her and hallway leading to the power room was empty. She slipped inside, and sighed with relief as the door shut behind her. More small packages were secreted about the room, and soon Rina had a collection of tools, a data spike, and the blaster D4 had left. He’d left a belt and holster along with the blaster, and while she felt a little silly wearing just that on her naked hips, she also felt better with the blaster close to hand.

Working quickly, Rina had the access panels off, and soon had crossconnected the power conduits in the right order. Already an alarming, if quiet, hum was rising from the power converters.

At the nearby control panel she inserted the data spike and the program D4 had made to her specifications pushed its way into the simple computers managing the power converters.

Everything was working exactly as she’d planned, and she grinned in anticipation as she slipped out the door and back into the hallway.

And, regrettably, almost directly into Captain Sternn. He smiled at the sight of her, then looked puzzled as he noticed the gunbelt. He opened his mouth to speak, or shout, Rina was never sure. She drew the gun and shot him in a single smooth movement, and Captain Lincoln F. Sternn fell to the floor with a hole burned through his chest. Though she was in a hurry, Rina took the time to spit on his corpse before she hustled down the hall and into the kitchen. The sound of a blaster firing would soon draw the guards, she knew. But she felt much better after killing him so she thought it was worth it.

Fortunately her plan was still holding together a little. The kitchen was empty, and the guards weren’t in earshot yet. Her collar beeped.

“Rina honey, what the hell are you doing? Get your-” Loretta’s voice cut off in a burst of static as an explosion deafened Rina and despite having taken the precaution of looking the other direction and holding her hands over her eyes, she was dazzled by the flash of the overloaded power converters yielding gigawatts of energy in a single instant.

The dazzle passed quickly, Rina blinked and saw spots for a few seconds, but her vision wasn’t harmed. Her ears rang a bit, but not dangerously.

All around her alarms were ringing, the lights flickered then died leaving only a few red emergency lights keeping the darkness away. Screams echoed from several directions, and it was generally about as chaotic as she’d hoped for. Rina carried the blaster at her side and dashed through the kitchen to Tel’Ro’s audience chamber.

D4’s information had been correct, a single guard was in the chamber, looking out the opposite door and shouting into her com. Amber. In the chaos she never heard Rina approaching, never noticed the former fuck slave taking careful aim, and died from a blaster bolt to the back of her skull while she was still trying to figure out what was going on.

Working quickly, Rina stripped Amber and put on the other woman’s clothes. The combat fatigues weren’t a good fit, and despite knowing what would be happening soon she decided to forgo the armor plating. There were times when the attention an attractive nude woman got was inconvenient and this was definitely one of those times, even blood spattered Amber’s clothes would be less noticeable than being naked. To her surprise the boots fit almost perfectly.

Up two flights of a service stairway, Rina peeked cautiously into an opulent corridor. Rich carpets covered the floor, muffling her booted footsteps as she hurried as quietly as she could. Down the hall she could see large clouds of smoke coming from the door to Tel’Ro’s room. Hutts, she knew, were notoriously hard to kill and she had to make sure he was dead or else she knew she would die in the worst and ugliest way Tel’Ro could think of

The scent of burning Hutt flesh almost kept her out, it smelled like a garbage fire combined with the worst parts of a chemical plant. But taking shallow breaths through her mouth she peeped around the door frame, and saw that Tel’Ro had been caught by the edge of the blast. Much of his body was gone, vaporized by the plasma that had melted the copper decorations on his ceiling and rained molten metal down onto what was left of him. And yet, despite that, he was still alive. His remaining arm was charred, but he was pulling himself towards his communications console in a determined way.

Rina considered shooting him, but remembered that blaster bolts tended to get lost in the thick skin, muscles, and blubber that made most of a Hutt’s body. His jaw was shattered, his mouth hanging open, and that gave Rina an idea. Amber had been equipped with a small assortment of micro-grenades. Concussion, incendiary, and frag, Rina armed them all and shoved them down the panicking Hutt’s throat with a grimace. She dashed around the door just before they detonated, and when she looked in afterward she knew there wasn’t any need to do more. Tel’Ro the Hutt’s career had ended. She thought about saying something, in the holodramas she watched the hero would have had a pithy line to toss off. But couldn’t think of anything to say, so she left.

Hurrying back down the hall, she counted the wooden panels lining the corridor. At the ninth she stopped and had a moment of panic herself when she couldn’t see the concealed door that should be there. But after a deep breath she looked again, more carefully, and found what she was looking for. The door wasn’t secret, just unobtrusive, and she slid it open.

Inside, D4 was plugged into a network access point. “Good timing, I’m about done here, I’ve got alerts going off all over, I used the automatic defenses to take out many of the guards, I’ve been using Tel’Ro’s voice to try and convince the all the surviving groups that the other groups are traitors, and at least half of them are at the doors waiting to repel an invasion of swoop gangers.”

The droid disconnected from the network port, and Rina gave him an affectionate pat on his dome. “Good job. Tel’Ro is dead, I had to shove some grenades down his throat, but it’s done.”

“Good job!” D4 echoed back to her. “Bend down for a moment.” Puzzled, Rina obeyed, then gasped as her collar came open with a click under D4’s manipulator. “With the computer offline I can do that without blowing your head off.”

Rina rubbed her bare neck, then nodded sharply and tossed the collar into the broom closet behind D4. “Thanks.” She hugged the droid, tried to say more, but realized there were no words. “Thanks…” She repeated.

“Touching.”

Rina jerked around at the voice, and saw Deen holding a blaster on them.

“The droid talks, and the slave cunt murdered Tel’Ro. I’ll get one hell of a reward from the Cartel for bringing in the pair of you, probably enough I’ll never have to work again.” He twitched his gun.

“Ah, no, leave that blaster where it is. On your face slave, hands out, or I’ll have to shoot you. I’d rather take you alive, the reward will be bigger.”

Rina tensed and decided that she’d rather die fighting than be taken alive for whatever tortures the Hutt Cartel could inflict. She decided to dive for his feet and see if she could get under his blaster and do something.

Before she could make her leap the sound of a blaster firing that halfway convinced her for a moment that Deen had decided to shoot her after all, but there was no pain, and in the hallway Deen toppled over.

“Its ok, I got him.” The woman’s voice sounded familiar, but Rina couldn’t quite place it. Looking out cautiously she saw a well built Twi’lek woman in a muscle shirt and tan trousers.

“SHAKKA?!”

The dancer was holding a light blaster pistol and frowning. She shook her head and smiled weakly at Rina. “I heard from a mutual friend you were leaving and might need some help. I always wanted to go offplanet, mind if I tag along?”

“Shakka is a big part of the reason why the guards think there’s a swoop gang attacking. Its because one is, thanks to her.”

“It wasn’t that hard.” Shakka flushed, her cheeks turning a darker blue. “Anyway, we shouldn’t be standing around. Which way to the hangers?”

Through the smoke and chaos, it was only D4’s internal navigation program that let them find their way to the hangers. A few of the ships had already taken off but the Blue Shift was untouched its landing ramp up and its airlock secured.

D4 whistled a high pitched squeal of rapid data transfer as they approached and the Blue Shift obligingly lowered its ramp and its airlock slid open. “Told you that fucker Sternn couldn’t lock me out.”

Dispensing with the usual preflight they were accelerating out of Nar Shaddaa’s atmosphere less than a minute after boarding, and a few seconds later the ship made the jump to lightspeed.

Rina stared at the shifting patterns of hyperspace, somehow they looked different, more mysterious, in real life than they had in her holodramas. D4 had made a microjump to get them out of Nar Shaddaa space, then taken time for a properly computed jump to Mrlsst so Rina could visit Klara.

Sternn hadn’t kept the Blue Shift well, most of the interior was grimy and needed cleaning, and D4 wasn’t happy with the lack of maintenance. But the cockpit and captain’s quarters were comfortable enough. She and Shakka would be sharing the large bed in the captain’s quarters, Sternn had ripped out the other crew quarters for space that looked like it had been set up for transporting slaves and neither of them wanted to sleep there. They hadn’t found any spare clothes that would fit Rina and she’d decided she had enough of Amber’s blood spattered combat fatigues so again she was naked. She’d felt a little strange stripping off in front of Shakka, but the Twi’lek woman had given no indication she thought it was odd.

After a time even hyperspace lost its fascination, and Rina spent a few hours exploring the ship. D4 had discovered that the smuggling holds were loaded with ryll, and she was sure that if they could sell it safely they’d need the profits to get the Blue Shift back into shape.

Eventually Rina returned to the captain’s quarters, which were one of the few places on the ship that could be called even slightly clean. To her surprise, she saw Shakka sitting where she’d been hours ago, curled up on an easy chair and staring pensively at nothing.

“Shakka?” Rina asked, “Shakka, are you OK?”

“I’m fine. I’m just… It’s stupid. You’re the one who should be upset, you were enslaved, raped, tortured, and more. I’m just… It isn’t important. I’ll be fine.”

“No, it is important. You can’t say you don’t deserve to be upset. If you don’t want to tell me I’ll let you be, but I’d like you to tell me if you can.”

Moving to one side, Shakka patted the chair beside her. It was large enough for the two women to sit together moderately comfortably. Once Rina was seated, Shakka hugged her and buried her face in Rina’s shoulder.

“I’m just down, I get like this sometimes but its worse now. I’m leaving home, I killed a man, I stole a ship, I freed you, I don’t know what’s going to happen and I’m scared and excited and happy and worried and sad and I feel awful putting all this on you when you just escaped because I should be comforting you. Are you OK?”

Rina stroked Shakka’s head and lekku. “I’m fine. I know it’s weird, but I am. Maybe it’ll hit me later but I don’t think so. I’m free, I got a start on revenge, and I’m off to see Klara. Its… exciting. I never did anything before in my life, now I have and I want to do more!”

She hugged Shakka close. “And I want to help you, if I can. I know I probably can’t, but is there anything I can do?”

After a minute Shakka nodded. “Yes.” She snuggled against Rina and took a deep breath. “You might think its gross though. I don’t want to ask and freak you out and make you hate me.”

“Shakka, you’re my friend; and I’ve been doing a lot of freaky stuff lately. If it isn’t something I can handle I’ll just say no and I’ll still be your friend. Promise.”

“Could you… Could you pee on me?” Shakka’s voice got softer as she spoke until she was almost whispering at the end.

“Bwa? I mean, sure! But why?”

“I don’t know.” Shakka made an uncertain gesture with her lekku. “It’s about comfort. If there were any guys on this ship I’d be asking them for facials. I’d kill to do bukkake right now. People cumming on me soothes me. Pee is kind of the same, I mean, it isn’t but it does kind of the same thing for me. Its warm and personal and wet? Will you?”

“Of course. I might need you to give me some guidance though. Loretta, she was the harem mistress, said she was going to train me for watersports but we hadn’t gotten around to it yet.”

“Drink lots of water and wait until you feel like you’re going to burst,” Shakka laughed, “it isn’t really that hard. Can I lick you while you do it?”

Blushing a little, Rina nodded. “I didn’t know you wanted to?”

“You’re my friend, Rina. I know to a Human it might be different, but to Twi’lek friend and lover are synonyms. And you’re hot. If you want to fuck, or make love, or just cuddle, I’m up for it all.”

Two hours later, Rina did feel as if she was going to burst. Her bladder was painfully full and felt almost like a hard lump in her abdomen.

“Shakka?” Rina had been reading the ship’s log while Shakka snuggled against her. They were still in the same chair. “I don’t think I can hold on much longer.” A half full glass of water sat on the end table beside them, Shakka had refilled it for her several times over the past hours.

The Twi’lek woman got up eagerly and stripped off her clothing. Rina had been naked, Amber’s clothes had finished in the wash but she hadn’t seen any real need to put them on again. After so long being naked felt right and comfortable. Taking Rina’s hand, Shakka lead her to the shower cubicle attached to the captain’s quarters.

“I think you can put one foot on the soap dish and I’ll kneel down under you, is that OK?”

Rina did so, and Shakka spread her friend’s lips to look at her open vagina and puckered urethra. She liked the contrast between her own blue fingertips and Rina’s light tan, “bronze” some Humans called it, lips. Opening her mouth, Shakka looked up past her friend’s pussy and to her face.

For her part, Rina was a little embarrassed, but she was also feeling excited. Shakka had seen her cum before, and had seen her naked while she changed, but had never looked so closely at her cunt, or touched her there. There was something naughty, something dirty, about what she was going to do to Shakka that went straight to her clit. She took a deep breath, relaxed, and let go.

The first spurts of pee missed Shakka entirely, but she repositioned herself, pulled a little on Rina’s lips, and aimed the stream at her face. The warm, salty, and ever so slightly bitter urine was almost entirely clear thanks to the large amount of water Rina had been drinking. The tension, the formless worry and stress, that had been gripping Shakka seemed to flow away as her friend’s piss washed over her face and down her breasts.

Her mouth wide open taking in all she could, Shakka swallowed a big mouthful savoring the flavor and the way it made her feel closer to Rina than she ever had before. Her mouth empty, for a moment, Shakka stretched upward until she was able to lick across Rina’s open lips, across her vagina and up to her urethra where she drank eagerly, swallowing as much of her friend’s hot flow as she could and letting the rest drip down her chin, across her breasts and belly, and finally across her own pussy. Then she rocked back on her heels and dipped her head forward, letting the pee rain down on the back of her head and flow down her lekku to the shower drain.

Rina’s clit was standing at full attention, and she could feel her lips flush and swell with her excitement. In the harem she’d thought watersports sounded gross, then as she’d watched the fetish porn Loretta set up for her she’d felt kind of indifferent to it, but peeing on Shakka was a revelation. She loved the sensation of power and release, and she knew she’d have to fuck Shakka soon.

After letting the pee flow down her back and between her butt cheeks, Shakka lifted her face again, and started licking Rina and swallowing as much as she could. Too soon it was over, and Rina’s flow slowed to a dribble, then stopped.

Swallowing the last, Shakka began licking every drop of pee she could from her friend’s pussy, and felt Rina’s hands pressing the back of her head to guide her as she ate her out. Under the Twi’lek dancer’s expert tongue, Rina’s legs were soon quivering as she moaned then her whole body went rigid with her first orgasm of the evening.

The End

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