Writer's Note: This is the second story about the Twi'lek Cserasga. From consensual sex I have now moved to male domination and non-consentual. Please do not read if you are offended by such things. Otherwise, please enjoy, and feel free to comment!
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Cserasha Ban smelled the heady scent of tobacco laced with spice in the air, hanging heavy in the den of the crime lord Dilgavas. She and the crew of the Racketroll had come here to meet the Zabrak who controlled this part of Nar Shaddaa, the Smuggler Moon. Cserasha disliked dealing with lowlife gangsters like Dilgavas, but apparently he and her Captain, Jandeen, were old friends.
Dilgavas was imposing figure with harsh eyes and a powerful body, plus the cranial horns common to his race. He was currently reclined on a throne-like chair, surrounded by guards. That fit the palace-like feel of his immense home, and he looked down on Cserasha and her fellows who stood before him, requesting an audience. Dilgavas was a minor kingpin on Nar Shaddaa, but the horned alien gangster ruled his domain as thoroughly as any Hutt. Like the giant slugs who controlled the moon (and the planet Nal Hutta that it orbited), Dilgavas loved to flaunt his wealth. As a result his audience room was a great hall full of partying mercenaries, bounty hunters, spice dealers, pirates, smugglers, musicians, dancers and serving girls. Those last two groups were almost entirely composed of slaves.
And those slaves were, one and all, Twi'leks. Just like Cserasha Ban herself.
The nineteen year old tried to hide her disgust as a fellow member of her species brushed past her towards the throne. The Twi'lek girl, short and with mauve skin, moved with eyes downcast and filled with... nothing. No sadness, no resent, she was just empty. She wore little in the way of clothing, only a bikini from which hung transparent silks, and a slave collar around her neck that declared her to be property and not a person. The girl, about Cserasha's age, went about her tasks with all the life of a basic droid.
Cserasha was instantly filled with loathing for Dilgavas, for such things flew in the face of all she had learned growing up. Slavery was the galaxy's cruellest injustice.
She had no time to dwell on such, for her Captain was talking and she wanted to follow what he was saying. Oh, how she admired Captain Jandeen! Last night, when he stuck his cock in her, Cserasha had felt amazing! She knew that she would never be good enough to be his girlfriend, and besides, he had his first mate, Chali. However, if the duo ever wanted Cserasha to join them for another threesome she was not going to say no...
"So you see, Dilgavas," Said the human Captain, "We had to ditch the cargo!"
The Zabrak frowned. "You and your crew are good, Jandeen," Growled the crime lord, "And loyal. Rare qualities in our business. So I will let this one slide, as long as you pay me back."
Jandeen, a handsome Corellian-born human, bowed low. "Thank you, sir! And don't worry, the crew and I will pay you back in full. In fact, while on Coruscant, we took the trouble of picking you up a down payment!" And so saying, he and the rest of his people turned their eyes to their newest crewman - Cserasha.
The Twi'lek woman looked back at them in confusion. "I... I don't understand..." She began, unable to comprehend what her handsome Captain was getting at.
"Take her!" Ordered Jandeen firmly, and two of the bigger members of his crew jumped forward to grab her arms.
"What? NO! Let me go!" Bellowed the yellow-skinned Twi'lek, panicking.
"Relax honey," Said a female voice in her ear, "It will all be over soon!"
Cserasha twisted her head about, and saw Chali standing behind her. "I thought we were friends!" She protested. "I'm part of the crew!"
"You are a slut!" The Mirialan first mate told her. "We used you to suck cock and lick pussy, and now we are getting rid of you! I'm sure you will enjoy your new life as a slave!"
"NO! Please! Please don't do this!" Begged Cserasha, feeling hurt, betrayed, but most of all SCARED.
Jandeen watched as the Twi'lek continued her useless struggling. Turning back to the crime lord, the smuggler captain went on, "What do you think, Dilgavas? She's young and pretty, and I know you like to break them in!"
The Zabrak's eyes roved over Cserasha's body. She was pretty even by Twi'lek standards, her skin a brilliant shade of rich yellow, and the markings on her lekku (the head tails for which her race were famous) were a deep orange. She was currently dressed in simple spacer clothes, but as she felt Dilgavas's gaze she felt as though he was seeing her naked.
A grin spread over the gangster's face. "You have done well, Jandeen. I accept your peace offering." So saying he clicked his fingers, and a duo of pig-like Gamorrean guards came forth to take custody of Cserasha, who struggled anew at their touch. Turning back to the crew of the Racketroll he said, "You and your people shall have three months to pay me back."
"Thanks," Said the Corellian. "We'll only need one. Pleasure doing business with you, Dilgavas!" And so saying, he turned to walk off, Chali and the rest of his crew in tow. They spared not a glance for the Twi'lek they were leaving behind.
"Please!" She begged, tears now flowing from her. "Let me go!" She sobbed. "You can't do this! I am a Republic citizen, not a slave!"
Dilgavas moved quickly, jumping down from his throne on its raised dais and coming close to her. He grabbed her, a thick hand holding her face as he twisted it round to look at him. "From now on," He snarled, "You are whatever I tell you!" And as he looked at her, deep in her pale orange eyes, his smile grew. "I can see a spark of defiance in you! Breaking you will indeed be fun! Guards! Take her to my quarters!"
And so the guards dragged her off.
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She continued crying as the snorting pig guards dragged her down the labyrinthine passages of Dilgavas's fortress base and to the private suites of the crime lord himself. A set of double doors were parted before her, and she found herself in a large bedroom, richly appointed in lush blood-red carpet, with life-size nude and erotic statues all around. A four-poster bed dominated the room, but Cserasha's eyes were drawn to something else.
Chains of dark steel were driven into the wall, ending in cruel manacles that her guards secured the writhing Twi'lek captive in. The harsh metal instantly chafed her fair skin, and then they applied yet another restraint: a slave collar about her neck.
"Please let me go!" She continued to beg, but the Gamorreans merely grunted. She wondered if they could even speak Basic.
Once she was secure they left her.
Cserasha wanted to sag to the floor and cry, but the restraints on her arms would not even allow her to do that. So instead she just hung there, head lowered to the floor, letting the tears roll down her cheeks and onto the carpet below.
She knew on one level that she had to get out of there, but how? Cserasha had left Coruscant, half the galaxy away, to join Captain Jandeen's crew. She had no allies on Nar Shaddaa, no hope of getting off world. Worse, she had no friends who would come to rescue her. She was trapped, totally and utterly.
