[star wars] [spanking] [MF] [FF] [forced nudity] [humiliation] Rina Chapter 7: A party, remembering the past, more sex, and more planning the escape

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It took a few days of wandering, but soon Rina had investigated every bit of the palace that wasn’t off limits to her, there weren’t many and she was able to mentally note the approximate size and location of those places.

The kitchens were close to the power converters, and Rina had gotten to know some of the cooks. A pretty, naked, girl is welcome almost anywhere, and Rina wasn’t just pretty and naked, she was using everything she’d ever learned to seem deeply interested in the way the cooks prepared the food and their own lives and hobbies. Interest in the food didn’t take much acting, Rina liked to eat as much as anyone, and while she’d never been much of a home cook she’d worked in food service long enough to know how to keep a conversation about it going. Believable flattery, she knew from long experience, would get you a long way with just about anyone.

“Mmmm… Delicious Paolin!” That took no acting at all, the sauce was sharp, tangy, and made from an unassuming looking fruit from a distant star system that had recently become popular among the upper crust of Nar Shaddaa. The cook was a young man, he’d told Rina he was 27, with straight black hair pulled into a ponytail that reached the middle of his back, almost blue black skin, epicanthic folds a bit less pronounced than Rina’s, and piercing green eyes. Rina had masturbated that morning thinking of how he’d be in bed.

“Thanks Rina, I’ll be using it on the noodles with bantha tonight. It took me a while to get the balance right, this fruit is so sour naturally I needed to counteract some of it, but you can’t just pile in sugar ”

“Keep feeding us like that and I’ll have to spend all day in the gym.” Rina gave the cook a wave, and left with a lot more sway in her hips than was strictly necessary.

As she passed through the halls, Rina greeted a few other palace denizens she’d come to know over the past few days before entering an unused storage area where D4 was waiting.

“I passed your message along to Shakka, but I don’t think she believes you’re OK. She’s very worried about you.”

Shrugging, Rina leaned against the door frame. “I don’t want her to get into trouble, or dead, because of me. I wish I could get a message to Klara though, she’s probably worrying since I haven’t commed her yet.”

“I can record a message and send it if you’d like. I can’t get out of here, but I can slip a message into Tel’Ro’s queue without anyone knowing what’s up.”

“You can? Thank you!” Rina squatted down to give the droid a hug, then sat back. “Can you just record my head so she can’t see I’m naked?”

In answer, D4 swiveled his cranial unit around until his holorecorder was pointed at Rina, and it bathed her in a brief flicker of red laser scanning. “Go ahead.”

Smiling brightly, Rina started. “Hi Klara! Hope you’re treating the university gently, they’re not ready for you! Sorry I didn’t com you sooner, I’m trying to save money so I can join you quicker. Things are pretty much the same here. I miss you and I’ll be there as soon as I can. Show ‘em what you can do little sister! Love you!

“Right. Thanks again D4. Were you able to get the stuff?”

“Most of it, I should be able to get the rest in another few days. I also checked the computer system, you were right it’s fail safe. Once the computers go down I should be able to get your collar off with no trouble.

“And I have good news, I think I can get us a ship.”

That announcement shook Rina out of her melancholy. “Really?”

“It’s mine, or sort of. The last guy I worked for was a smuggler, good guy. He slipped up though, and Tel’Ro killed him ugly and took his ship, *Sixth Harmonic Blue Shift Over Red Skies*, in payment. That’s why I’m here with this damn restraining bolt on me. I’m as much a slave of Tel’Ro as you.

“Of course Tel’Ro had no need for a ship, so he sold it on credit to a crony of his, ‘Captain’ Lincoln F. Sternn. He’s a real scumbag. Murder, rape, he’s a slaver, a pirate, he sells spice to schoolkids, and more. Sternn is due back here in five or six days and I’ve got back doors into the *Blue Shift*. Unless he ripped out the entire electronics package and replaced it I can take total control no problem.”

“Will that be soon enough to get all the stuff we need?”

“I think so. I found the cash you stashed in your old apartment right where you said it would be be so payment is no problem and on Nar Shaddaa as long as you’ve got money you can get anything; even if you’re a droid. It’s just a matter of time, and I can find time.”

Nodding, Rina stood up again and headed to the door. “I’d better get back in public then and act like a good little fuck toy so they don’t restrict me to the harem. Meet you again day after tomorrow? In the north alcove this time?”

D4 beeped an affirmative, and followed Rina out of the storage room then took off on his own errands as she ambled towards the library to visit Peter and give the librarian, an elderly but lecherous Toydarian, an eyeful.

Two days passed, Rina continued wandering the palace, getting to know the guards and other inhabitants. She ran into Deen and Amber and couldn’t bring herself to act friendly but did greet them in a civil way. One day she planned to kill them both, or worse, but for now that wasn’t an option so she kept it off her face and out of her body language. Rina’s father had thought he was teaching her to be honest when he paddled her for lying, but what she’d actually learned was how to be an accomplished liar.

Over those two days Rina had entertained three clients, none with the volcanic orgasm that had overtaken her on her first occasion but all had been fairly pleasant experiences considering she had no choice in the matter.

After breakfast, Loretta made an announcement.

“Now, tonight Tel’Ro is having a big party and he has plans for y’all. Rina, I don’t normally let new slaves wear clothes for a lot longer than you’ve been here, but Tel’Ro’s orders are for you to be dressed the same as the others. It won’t be much and after the party it’s right back to being naked for you.

“The bad news is that Tel’Ro wants y’all to get a good spanking this morning and have marked up butts for the party. No kolto until after.”

Rakha sat up and looked eager, Fanny merely looked attentive, and the others hid dread, anger, and whatever other feelings they might have with varying degrees of success.

“Yes, Rakha, you can be first. Tel’Ro wants Dr. Falter to handle the spanking, but don’t the rest of you worry it’s just a spanking not a real torture session. Get going Rakha, we’ll see you soon.”

The Rodian woman left quickly, practically running to the door. Fanny shrugged and went to masturbate while she waited, and the rest broke up unwilling to meet each other’s eyes.

Forty minutes later, Rakha returned, naked, her face tear streaked. Her ass and thighs were a much darker green than the rest of her skin and it was clear that Dr. Falter had used a cane to produce the lines of welts that marched with mathematical precision down her butt and across her thighs almost to her knees.

Like all Rodian women, Rakha’s pussy was always wetter than any Human woman’s ever was, “dripping” was usually a metaphor when talking about Human arousal but for Rakha it was an accurate description. Pussy juice was trickling down her inner thighs, and a few droplets fell to the floor as she took PAN by the arm and led her to the couch. “Please PAN! Fucking bitch wouldn’t let me come… Fuck me! Please!”

While PAN helped Rakha race towards an orgasm, Loretta sent a subdued looking Zebb to visit Dr. Falter.

Zebb returned, marked similarly to Rakha with his eyes almost as red as his skin, and his cock half hard. Rina felt herself getting aroused at the sight of the man’s sore and glowing buttocks. His ass looked plumper than normal, the darker patches of red and the almost black bruises making a blotchy pattern across both buttocks. Still, neither he nor Rakha looked as if they’d endured a spanking nearly as hard or as long as the one Loretta had given Palomita, which reassured Rina that she could take the spanking she knew was coming for her soon.

Rina flushed a little with shame, but knew that later that night she’d pull up the holo of Zebb getting his spanking and watch it while she masturbated. To assuage her guilt, and maybe take his mind off the fire burning in his ass, she teased his half hard dick to full erection and gave him a blowjob.

Over the next hour Loretta sent Fanny, then Peter, both of whom returned with marks that showed visibly against their pale skin. Peter, like Rakha, had been caned but Fanny’s ass showed the marks of a paddle. On Peter’s return, Fanny took him to her room and he came out twenty minutes later looking much less upset.

Much like when she was a child and knew she’d be getting a spanking later, Rina found her stomach knotting as she watched each slave silently leave, then return later with a glowing ass as testimony to their torment. That the sight of their asses made her horny did nothing to make her less apprehensive about her own upcoming punishment. On the occasions when she and Klara had both gotten spanked the same evening, she’d been turned on by watching her sister’s punishment, though it was only after being enslaved and forced to think about all sorts of fetishes that she had started to be able to admit that to herself.

“Rina, you’re next then Palomita you’re after her.” Palomita sulked at Loretta, clearly thinking it was unfair for her to have been beaten by Loretta just a few days ago and now to be beaten again for no reason but that Tel’Ro wanted to watch his slaves suffer for his pleasure.

Rina needed no directions. She’d found Dr. Falter’s clinic, and torture chambers, while exploring and had forced herself to investigate the rooms. After far too short a walk, Rina found herself in the same white room. The torture table was gone, replaced by what Rina now recognized (after watching many videos as part of her BDSM training) as a spanking bench which was broadly similar but not quite so ominous.

In the corner of the room, Dr Falter was toweling herself off. This time she was wearing almost as little as Rina. Thigh high glistening white leather boots that contrasted nicely with her dark brown skin, and an open cup bra made of straps of white leather that matched the boots.

“Come in my penultimate playmate! I like this, of course, but it is tiring spanking so many people all in a row. Want some water? Or wine? Need to piss before we get started?”

Shock prevented Rina from answering. Instead she stared, dumbfounded, at Dr. Falter. Her breasts, large and perky (though nowhere nearly as large and perky as Fanny’s) were completely smooth, like a doll’s. She had no nipples, and as Rina looked down she saw that Falter also lacked a pussy. Between Dr. Falter’s legs was nothing but smooth skin. She had a Mons Venus, but no slit, no labia, nothing.

“Ah, I forgot, you’ve never seen me naked before.” Falter wore a crooked grin and stood with her legs further apart to show off her perfectly smooth crotch. “Two years ago I wasn’t like this. But I got… distracted with a really good orgasm while I was interrogating a man for Tel’Ro. He screamed and begged so well. But he also had a bad heart and by the time I finished cumming he was dead. I thought Tel’Ro might kill me, but instead he got artistic in his punishment. I can appreciate that even though I’m on the receiving end, and I’m still alive which is always a plus. He told me a pussy was a privilege and he was taking mine away for five years.

“I programmed the medical droid myself, and it’s all safe in my office in stasis. My entire reproductive tract, including my full clitoris. Also my nipples. All I had to do for my anus was some neurosurgery to make it less sensitive, when my five years are up all that’ll take is regrowing some nerve tissue and I’ll be back in business for my backdoor. Reimplanting my pussy and nipples will take a bit more work, but not much.”

“I… I’m sorry, I had no idea I didn’t mean to stare.” Rina cursed herself, however bad her spanking was going to be she guessed it would be worse if Falter was in a bad mood.

Rolling her eyes, Falter opened a small refrigeration unit in the wall. “You might as well stare, how often do you see a woman with no cunt? I’m the only one I know of even here on Nar Shaddaa. I’ll tell you the worst part though. Sex is mostly in your brain. I bet that doesn’t sound like the worst part to you. Well think about this: I’m as horny as I ever was, I just can’t come. Making people hurt still makes me hot, but I can’t do anything about it. Except maybe hurt them more.

“But enough about me pet, hop up on the bench and we can start hurting you.”

Falter fussed around for a moment, selecting broad leather straps in a teal color she thought would compliment Rina’s skin tone.

“So… Let’s talk about you, and to start things off I’ve got a souvenir for you! Look at this!”

From a drawer, Falter produced a familiar paddle. It was made of thick white plastic, around a third of a meter long, and had three lines of large holes. It was the paddle Rina’s father had used on her, the paddle she’d used on Klara.

“I thought you’d recognize it,” Falter smiled. “Tel’Ro sent some movers to box up your possessions. Most of it was clothes and of course you’ve got no use for those right now. I’ve forwarded that holo of your parents on to Loretta, I’m sure it’ll be in your room when we’re finished here. And then I found this paddle. Mmmmm. Tell me about it.”

Shrugging as well as she could in her bound position, Rina spoke softly. “I don’t know what to say. It belonged to my parents, they used it on me.”

Falter went behind Rina and gave her ten quick, hard, swats with the paddle. “Try again, tell me more. I’m on a schedule here and the more you talk the less time I have to hurt you, so unless you want me to hurt you tell me a story Rina.” Falter emphasized her point with another five swats that left Rina gasping in pain and her eyes watering.

“Umm… Ok. Sorry. Sorry Ma’am. I just don’t know where to start. My dad spanked me and my sister, mom did sometimes but mostly it was dad.” She paused for a moment, trying to think of how to make a long story out of her childhood punishments.

Another swat told her she’d paused too long and Rina yelped. “When did you start getting spanked? Give me details.”

“I don’t know. I guess when I was a baby. I know Klara started getting spanked when she was a few months old, so I guess I did too? Dad would pull down her diaper and swat her a few times, I guess he did the same to me. Mom and dad didn’t use the paddle on her until she was five, maybe that’s when I got it first too.

“They had a different paddle for when we were little, almost a toy really. It was about the size of their hand and made of thin wood. Dad switched to that one when I was eight I think.”

Three swats came unexpectedly, the first surprised Rina into a yelp, but the other two only made her grunt. “Always with this paddle?”

“No, sometimes with other things. But mostly.” Rina nodded as much as she could. “And always fully nude. I know some kids got spanked with just a bare butt, but dad always made us get all the way undressed. Mom too when she spanked us. Sometimes that seemed like the worst part, having to take off my clothes I mean. Especially when I started developing it got really embarrassing to have dad see me naked.

“I guess I was the bad girl, I got spanked a lot more than Klara. Until they died dad spanked me about once a week twice a weeks sometimes and more than that sometimes, and Klara only got it once a month or less. One time I got it every day for a week, I think I was pushing them to see if they’d really do it or if after a while they’d let me get away with something cuz my butt was so beaten up. But they didn’t, they just kept paddling me on the bruises.

Rina racked her brains trying to think of what else she could say to keep Falter interested in talking and decided to try and make her last spanking a story. “The last time they spanked me I’d been out with a guy they didn’t like when I was supposed to be studying. I came home and mom and dad were waiting for me with the paddle on the table in front of them.” Falter ran a finger from Rina’s asshole to the top of her slit, which made her shiver and gasp.

“I didn’t say anything I just walked over to Dad and he started undressing me. I’d been wearing a tube top and a short skirt, no bra. I remember being really glad I’d worn panties that day, even if dad did pull them off right after he took off my skirt. It was obvious they knew what was up. Mom told me to bend over the arm of the couch, and that’s when I remembered that I’d just been fucked. I asked her if I could use the bathroom first, but I think she knew why and wanted me to be embarrassed more, she just pointed at the couch. After I bent over I know they could see how puffy my cunt was and see my boyfriend’s cum inside me.” Falter continued running her finger along Rina’s slit and asshole, pausing briefly to tease her now erect clit from time to time.

“Then Dad started with the paddle and I forgot about being embarrassed. I always thought I should have been used to it. I got spanked so often you’d think my butt would stop hurting quite so much but it never did. Dad really went after it too, he was a big kind of guy and strong. I don’t know how long he spanked me, but it felt like forever. After he got tired, Mom took a turn too. My butt really was purple after that, I had these huge bruises with white patches. It was two weeks before the bruises were all gone.”

At first Rina thought the talking was done. Falter took careful aim and beat Rina’s ass with the paddle so quickly, so painfully, that Rina lost track of the count entirely. Certainly it was more than ten, but was it more than fifty? She had no idea, she was crying, her face was red, and her ass was glowing bright red from her punishment.

Then it stopped.

“Did you see Klara getting spanked, or she see you?”

Catching her breath and trying to stifle her sobs, Rina nodded again. “Yes, our apartment was small, and dad always spanked us in the front room. Even if I wasn’t watching I’d always hear her when she got it.

“Dad usually undressed us. He’d call whichever of us was getting it over to him and then he’d take our clothes off.

“Once we were naked, Dad would have us bend over, legs apart, usually with our hands on the wall but sometimes other ways, and he’d start spanking. I don’t know how many times, I kept meaning to count but even when I was watching Klara get it I never could keep track. Dad didn’t count either, he just spanked until he thought we were finished.

“I think he spanked Klara harder and longer than me, because she was supposed to be the good one I guess so when she wasn’t he felt he needed to get her back on track? She’s five years younger than me, so I remember feeling angry for a while back when she was young that she only got hand spankings while I got the paddle, or the belt, or the strap, or a hairbrush, or whatever. But then when she turned five dad started using the paddle and all the rest on her too. Not so hard back then of course, but harder as she got older and could take it.

“When he was finished we’d be howling and be bruised for a week or so. I had bruises on my butt for most of my life I guess.

“Mom spanked the same way, just not as often.” Rina couldn’t think of anything else to say to draw out the story.

A sudden flurry of swats broke apart Rina’s train of thought and left her crying and sniffling again after more strokes than she’d been able to think of counting.

“You’re not telling me everything cutie.” Falter ran the cool, smooth, edge of the paddle along Rina’s pussy, the plastic tugging gently at her flesh. “Tell me.” The paddle moved from her pussy and three swats snapped down on Rina’s butt. “Tell me.”

“I always watched Klara getting it when I could. I liked seeing her hurt, I liked watching her cry, I liked hearing her howl and sob. Most of the time dad and mom just let me watch, like they let her watch when I got it. But sometimes they’d tell me to leave and then I’d sneak back to watch anyway. I got caught once and dad really gave it to me then. The times she got it while I was out and didn’t know until I came back and saw her crying and naked I always felt cheated. In school I tried to see all the kids get it when they got spanked, but it wasn’t as easy as seeing it when Klara got her punishments.”

Another few swats made Rina gasp. “That’s still not it. I’m really good at this Rina, I know you’re holding out on me. Tell me or I’ll have to get creative.”

“After our parents died I spanked Klara when she needed it.” Rina felt like the words were being dragged out of her, but she could tell that little sentence wouldn’t satisfy Falter.

“I spanked her the same way mom and dad spanked us. I’d undress her and have her bend over with her hands on the wall and paddle her butt until it was purple and she was howling.”

“Did you like it Rina? Did you like hurting your baby sister?”

Now Rina cried from shame. Later she’d realize that Falter had manipulated her, used the pleasure and pain of her spanking, the forced confession about herself, to make her more emotionally vulnerable. At the time she just felt ashamed of herself and compelled to honesty. Memories of the hot flush of anger and lust she’d felt every time she spanked Klara, memories of the feeling of power as she stripped the girl, memories of how Klara’s sobbing went straight to her cunt, flashed through her and fed now into her shame. “Yes.” She whispered.

Five swats. “I didn’t hear that, what did you say Rina?”

“Yes.” She said it louder. “I liked it. No. I didn’t just like it I loved it. It made me horny. Every time I spanked her I masturbated for days afterward thinking about it. I hated myself for it, but I kept looking for reasons to spank her. It wasn’t incest, I didn’t want to fuck her I just wanted to hurt her.

“Since she kept being the good daughter even after mom and dad died I never got to spanker has often as I wanted to. I mean, I guess I could have just given her a spanking whenever but I never tried, I always waited until she’d done something to deserve it. That meant I always took my time, always made it as long as I could, as hard as I could. Maybe that was why dad spanked her harder and longer than me, he didn’t get to spank her as much? I dunno. But I loved it. I loved how she’d gasp and grunt when I started, I loved her her butt jiggled when I hit it, and when it got too much for her and she started really crying ugly I’d almost cum just from that. One time I did, I rubbed myself off while I was paddling her. I don’t think she noticed but I was so afraid she had, so ashamed, I never did it again.”

“See, that wasn’t so hard was it?”

Rina shook her head and Falter went on. “I think you need to be punished for that though, don’t you?”

Her ass was screaming, but in her confused state of mind Rina nodded. She’d been bad, she needed to be punished, at the time it made sense. The first crack of her renewed paddling was almost as much a relief as it was pain. The relief fled quickly, leaving only the pain.

Later, she had no idea how much later, she realized the paddling was over and Dr. Falter was undoing the straps that had held her to the spanking bench. Rina took a gasping breath and brought her crying under control. The straps undone, Falter ran her hand across Rina’s abused backside to feel her handiwork.

“Mmmmm… Beautiful. I can see why you and your parents appreciated this paddle. It’s simple, but satisfying. And I love the welt pattern the holes make.” Falter’s hand dipped lower, running across Rina’s pussy and her clit which, to her shock, Rina realized was almost painfully erect. “And perhaps you appreciate it a bit too even from that side of things.”

Helping Rina to her feet, Falter handed her the paddle. “Keep it. As a memento, and so the next time I get to hurt you, I can use it again. I think you deserve that.”

“Y- yes ma’am.” Rina stammered a bit, still recovering from her ordeal. “Thank you.” She wasn’t sure why she was thanking Falter, whether for the mementos of her parents or her punishment, or, came an unbidden thought, whether it was just to help her survive. Rina’s submission was flowing out of her, though she kept it off her face, but the colder part of her mind told her that a submissive display was a very good idea just then.

“Well, enjoy the party. And do tell Palomita I’m ready for her.”

After lunch, the table elevated so the slaves could stand while they ate, the harem had the afternoon off from their usual duties to recover, shower, and make themselves ready for Tel’Ro’s party. Rina had spent an hour reading before she checked her ass again. The welts had gone down a bit, and her ass had changed from a reddish purple to a purplish red with swirls of other bruise colors starting to form. The color wasn’t uniform, Falter had been quite artistic in her way, and even Rina had to admire the results despite the pain they were still causing her. In addition to the color, Rina was sure her butt was bigger than normal due to swelling.

On her way to the showers, Fanny saw Rina looking into the mirror in her room. “Oooh, she did a number on you!” Fanny’s own butt and thighs down to her knees were covered in the welts from a smaller paddle and angry livid bruises were forming. “I got it with a paddle too, she’s got a way of snapping it in with her wrist that really stings doesn’t it? Of course, time before last after she finished with my butt Tel’Ro had her whip my tits too so they’d match my ass. This time he just wants butts.”

Nodding, Rina joined Fanny. “Yeah, it’s been a long time since I got a spanking. I thought I was finished with them.” The two walked, with occasional winces, down the hall to the bathing room.

“Well, it doesn’t happen too often, Tel’Ro only wants us hurt every now and then. I think even if you can’t learn to like it it won’t be so bad. And you might think about trying to learn to like it! Kinks are kinda built in I guess, I never really want to be hurt, or maybe need to be hurt, like Rakha does. But I did learn to like it when it happens. It’s a kind of stressful and I dunno, sharper maybe, sort of cum than I normally have and like but it’s got a fun edge to it. Give it some thought! If you want to try learning I’ll help!”

“Thanks, I’m not really sure I do want to learn to like it, but thanks.”

Rina frowned as she looked at her reflection. Technically it was the first time she’d worn clothes in almost three weeks. She wasn’t really sure it was an improvement, the outfit made her feel more naked than she did without anything on at all.

Technically it was a sling monokini in a neon blue that offset her skin tone nicely. Contrary to what she’d expected it hadn’t been designed for maximum camel toe. Instead the strip of cloth at her crotch was short enough that it left not just her mound, but also the top third of her slit exposed. Built like a thong, it vanished between her butt cheeks at the back, showing off her collection of bruises and welts. At her breasts the straps widened just barely enough to cover her nipples and leave her dark tan areolae exposed. A few spots of glue that Loretta said would come right off held the entire contraption in place. Silver threads through the cloth caught the light and drew attention to her lithe and muscular body and especially to the parts that it, just barely, covered.

In other circumstances Rina would have been drooling over it and the thought of wearing it in public. The sheer queasy, sleazy, dirty, pleasure was exciting her even though wearing it wasn’t a choice at all.

Fanny was wearing the same as Rina, only in shocking pink. Palomita’s was vivid purple, Rakha’s was a pale violet.

The boys had taken erection pills an hour ago and the results now showed in throbbing erections which were “concealed” by thong bottoms which showed off their own well spanked asses and left the entire shaft of their penises exposed and only just barely covered the tip of the glans.

Loretta, wearing an elegant green sheath dress that clung in the right places and perfectly set off her elegantly done up red hair as opposed to her usual nothing, gave the slaves a final inspection.

“Now y’all look good enough to eat! All right now, remember what to do. You circulate, vamp, and let the guests feel you up but no fucking. They want to stick a finger up your ass, cunt, or in your mouth that’s fine, but nothing else. And yes Fanny, that includes you too. Anyone asks about your butts you tell them you were a bad girl or boy and Tel’Ro had to punish your naughty bottom, then you tell them the video is available to the guests as a gift from Tel’Ro before it goes on sale tomorrow.

“You need to use these exact words, Tel’Ro was very specific. Peter, when someone asks about your butt you’d say ‘I was a bad boy and Tel’Ro had to punish my naughty bottom’. Those exact words. Everyone clear?”

The party was… stuffy and boring. And that puzzled Rina. She’d assumed it would be wilder and more debauched, but it reminded her more of the fictional “rich people” parties she saw often in holos. People, mostly older humanoids, stood or sat nibbling delicacies and wearing expensive but dated looking clothes. The music was live, but when she’d first heard it Rina assumed it was a recording because it was smooth jizz versions of tunes popular when her parents had been infants.

Counting Tel’Ro four Hutts were in attendance, and Rina thought they looked bored with the affair though she wasn’t yet expert in reading Hutt expressions. She and the other harem slaves had been told to mingle, make conversation, Rina wasn’t quite sure why. The presence of nearly naked sex slaves seemed out of place for the sort of party Tel’Ro was throwing, it made her feel somewhat ashamed and embarrassed. But, she reflected, perhaps that was the point. Other than the four Hutts all the other guests were humanoid, perhaps the harem slaves were there to make them feel off guard?

“Well, naturally I told him that if he wanted his shipment he’d have to do better than NET-60 for terms, I’m not going to tolerate that sort of thing from some jumped up spice trader no matter who his mother is.” The speaker was a Human man with dark brown skin, handsome in a sort of generic way that implied a lot of cosmetic surgery. His suit was well cut, dark brown wormthread that cost more than Klara’s entire college career would. He’d given Rina a glass of champaign and drawn her into his group. The champaign was good at least, but Rina was finding her acting skills strained trying to seem interested, awed, and impressed at his chatter.

“Indeed. And what did he say to that?” That was the only person in the circle who interested Rina, a blue skinned Twi’lek woman wearing a shimmering burnt orange evening gown that clung to her slender hips and small breasts. Somehow, despite her dress, high heeled sandals, and carefully applied makeup, the woman seemed dangerous. And her attitude towards the speaker, which came just barely short of open contempt, made Rina like her.

“Oh he left in a huff, you know how those sorts of people are. I’ll have to find a different buyer, but business is so boring. Tell me Nala, what brings you to this little get together?”

The Twi’lek woman stared at the man for just a little too long, he gulped and fumbled for his champaign glass. Then she smiled brightly. “The company of course! You’re such a scintillating fellow Jamie, I just can’t stay away. And you have such interesting taste in companions. What’s your name lovely?”

It took Rina a moment to realize she was being addressed. “Oh! Sorry, my mind was drifting. I’m Rina, pleased to meet you ma’am.”

The woman, Nala, gave Rina a lecherous stare that started at her toes and and traveled slowly upward, then startled Rina again by taking her hand and kissing it. “The pleasure is all mine, I assure you. And what did you think of Jamie’s ever so enthralling tale of business failure?”

“I’ve never heard anything like it before.” Rina’s answer was completely accurate, in the past when she’d met with people that boring she’d left before she could hear all they had to say.

The corners of Nala’s mouth twitched. “I’m sure. And what do you do here Rina?”

Suddenly Rina wasn’t so sure she liked Nala after all, but she kept her voice light. “I get fucked a lot and sometimes I get beaten.”

It had been the right answer. Nala laughed, and Jamie flushed, his face darkening, while he busied himself with his champaign glass. The other two people in the group, an elderly Duros man and a middle aged pale skinned human woman, joined in the laughter though it seemed they were laughing more at Jamie’s embarrassment than Rina’s pertness.

“I notice all the harem slaves here were recently beaten, why is that?” The Duros man spoke for the first time since Rina joined the group.

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Rina gave her rehearsed answer “I was a bad girl and Tel’Ro had to punish my naughty bottom. The holo will be on sale tomorrow, but as his guests you are gifted a copy tonight if you want.”

“Hmmm.” Nala arched an eyebrow at Rina. “And now that you’ve done as you were told, can you tell us the real reason?”

Shrugging Rina looked around, like her the other slaves had been pulled into conversational groups. “Hutts like to hurt people, and I’m a people.”

Laughing, Nala called over one of the droids. “Give me the holo of Rina’s punishment please.” Obligingly the droid passed over a disk. “I also like hurting people, and seeing people hurt,” she informed Rina, and tucked the disk into her small handbag. “Be a dear and turn around so I can see the results of Dr. Falter’s labor.”

Flushing more with anger than embarrassment, then pasting a smile on her face Rina complied and flinched as Nala’s hand gently caressed her abused buttocks. Somehow knowing that Nala intended to watch the holo of her spanking shamed Rina in a way that knowing it would be sold to anyone and everyone the following day did not.

“Very nice indeed. It’s a shame Tel’Ro has such horrible taste in costumes, though it does show off your assets nicely, don’t you think so Jamie? Putting her best face forward… as it were.”

The aristocratic man flushed darker and muttered into his glass.

“Unlike Jamie I’m not ashamed of my desires Rina. If I could I’d love to spend some time hurting you and fucking you. But Tel’Ro isn’t fond of me so that won’t be happening.”

“Why not?” Rina was glad of the chance to steer the conversation away from her sexual servitude.

Nala blinked slowly, then grinned. “I suppose you wouldn’t know, would you? I’m Nala Martel,” she curtsied, “head of external security for Pendal the Hutt. That’s the fancy way of saying I kill people for him. Pleased to meet you Rina.”

Pendal, the name nagged at Rina for a moment, then she remembered. That was the clan Mathsin had been working for. A flare of anger made her cheeks flush, the clan that was responsible for her being a fuck slave. With an effort she pushed the rage down, not away but out of her mind for the moment. “I see.” Rina sighed theatrically. “I suppose that Tel’Ro wouldn’t be too eager to let you into his harem.”

It also, Rina reflected, explained Jamie’s obvious fear of the woman. If she was the chief assassin for a powerful Hutt clan then Nala would be a dangerous woman indeed. That knowledge seemed to flash to Rina’s cunt, warming it and making her lips moisten and her nipples harden. Looking her over again, Rina could see now that while Nala didn’t have a bodybuilder’s physique like Zeb, she was muscular in a lithe and almost catlike way.

Although Rina hadn’t thought of herself as being interested in women before, she was suddenly filled with a longing for Nala. Conflicting images burst through her mind, ripping off Nala’s gown and shoving her over, being smothered under Nala’s cunt, Nala beating her ass, her flogging Nala’s small breasts. She couldn’t tell if she wanted to dominate the other woman, or be forced to submit to her, but she knew if they did get a chance to fuck it would be a struggle between them.

“Tel’Ro is a wise Hutt and doesn’t allow us into his palace proper.” Nala gestured at the huge thirty meter sweep of transprasteel that both enclosed the party room and showed off the nighttime skyline of Nar Shaddaa. “His less trusted guests, like me, arrive by aircar on the balcony there, are entertained here, and we never see the inner layout of his palace. A wise Hutt indeed to keep his enemies ignorant.”

But, thought Rina, I’m inside and I know everything. Pushing that dangerous thought down alongside her fury, Rina merely smiled. “I’m sure mighty Tel’Ro would be pleased that you find his security wise.”

Looking into Nala’s eyes Rina was aware that if it was ever possible she too would like to see Nala weeping and begging for mercy. She knew it wasn’t anything she could hope to manage soon, if ever. And something in Nala’s smile told Rina that she knew.

After the party, Rina lingered and flirted with Paolin. When the cleaning staff was moving silently through the room Rina took her leave.

A few corridors from the Harem, D4 whistled to her from a supply closet.

“The Blue Shift is coming in tomorrow, if Sterrn follows his usual schedule he’ll stay the night before he leaves again. Are you ready?”

Rina nodded.

“Good, I’ve put all the things you asked for in the places we discussed. And I got this.” He opened the smuggling compartment built into his barrel shaped body to show Rina the blaster nestled inside the small space. “I’ll leave it tucked under the third power converter from the right.”

Before Rina could answer, they heard footsteps further down the hall, and went their separate ways. In the harem Rina stripped off the obscene monokini and gave it to Loretta. She relaxed a bit once she was nude again. Not that she objected to wearing provocative clothing, but she wanted to do it on her terms not because Tel’Ro had a whim to make her dress up like that.

“You took forever Rina! Are you still flirting with that cook?” Fanny waved a tube of kolto cream. “C’mon over here, you do my butt and I’ll do yours OK?”

Palomita sighed as Zebb rubbed the cream into her cheeks, the bruises already visibly shrinking.

Laying down Rina doubted she’d sleep well even with the throbbing in her buttocks gone. Tomorrow.

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