Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction that should not be viewed by persons under the age of 18. If you are under 18 or the legal age in your district, state or country, leave now. That means you Rob.
All persons engaging in sexual activity in this story are of age 18 years and over. Anyone younger is simply plot narrative.
I do not own the rights to Star Wars or any related media, all rights belong to Disney. All characters are my own creations based on the franchise. Loosely based.
Alright, disclaimer done, Rob gone, get reading.
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Hey guys, thanks for all the feedback and comments on this series, its been amazing to see people actually like my writing. Sorry for the long wait but the holidays, life and writers block got in the way of finishing this part. I made it slightly longer than the first ones to make it up to you.
The above mentioned writers block and the fact I suck at editing my own stories mean I have two things to ask you guys. One: where do you think I should take this series from here and two: are there any editors out there willing to edit this thing? I haven't had much luck on the editor list forum thingy.
Thanks for reading and have a great day!
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Jack went in the door leaving Bross to wait for his cash. A young female human slave with blond hair done in a tight braid and an hourglass figure, dressed in a see though mesh g-sting and nothing else, met him and directed him to his seat. Jack noticed she didn't have a hair on her body below her scalp, obviously due to laser removal treatment.
The hall has a circular stage in the middle with a thin runway leading to a curtain. The bidders were all in private boxes set around the stage, three rows going back and up, like massive stairs. It was difficult to see into said boxes but he assumed this was to protect buyers anonymity and to prevent anyone going to fists with each other over the bids, as gangsters tended to do over practically anything.
Jack was lead to the one near the stage facing straight down the runway. The best seat in the house. The slave girl open the box with a key tied to her collar. Inside was a comfortable looking black chair facing the stage and nothing else. As Jack went to sit down, the slave girl stood next to him and asked if he would like something to drink. Ordering a Jawa Juice, Jack watched as the slave girl ran off. A very pretty young woman. Not nearly as good as the Twi'leks looked but pretty by anyones standards. He wondered why she wasn't up for auction tonight.
Suddenly the lights dimmed and a female voice spoke over a loud speaker.
'Welcome everyone to tonights slave auction. Tonight we have some amazing girls up for grabs tonight, togrutas, even a chiss, one of the rarest species in the know galaxy!'
The crowd applauded.
'And of course, our creme da le creme, a set of amazingly lovely twi'lek triplets, something you'll never find again in your lives!
This time the crowd started cheering and hooting too.
'Now a reminder to everyone, all bids must be paid for in cash before you leave here tonight or the bidder below you takes home your girl! And for any new bidders to this auction I'll explain how we run things here. We have 50 lots here tonight and as I call them one by one their data file will pop up on the hologram projector in you seats arm rest. The will be a voice over for those who can't read or blind. Once that ends i'll start the bidding at the minimum price our appraisers gave each girls and we'll work up from there.'
'Press the green button to increase the bid by a minimum of 100. Controls on the right will allow you to customise the amount you bid We won't stop until all but one of the bidders hit the the 'i'm out' red button to their right. If you don't want bid then hit the red button. If we don't get a response from you in 60 seconds, we'll consider you out. Does everyone understand that?'
There was a chorus of affirmative noises.
'Okay then. Lets get the bidding started! Our first item is this lovely...'
Jack looked at the list and saw that the twi'leks would be the last lot. He looked round as the slave girl came back in with his drink. The first lot wan't one of the ones he was going to bid on for the hutt so he decided to have a chat with the girl.
'Why aren't you up for auction? I would have thought you'd be pretty enough and obviously well trained enough.'
She blushed
'Thank you sir. But I'm being given to you as a gift from the slavers leader.'
'Oh, so your a token of good will for the hutts?'
'Yes and no. I am a token of good will but not for the hutts themselves. For their representative.'
Jack realised what she was saying.
'So your a gift for me?'
'Yes sir. Its so that you talk to the hutts about the slavers in a good way, and so that you don't leave here feeling angry you didn't get anything.'
Jack paused for a minute. He put his drink down on the table to his right and directed the girl to stand in front of him.
'Whats your name?'
The girl hesitated. But when Jack gave her a reassuring smile, she softened up a bit.
'My name was Alicia, but that was a long time ago sir. You can call me anything you wish.'
'How old are you?'
'18 years sir, 19 in a month.'
'When were you enslaved Alicia?'
Her face tensed up before she finally took a deep breath and spoke.