0 comments/ 9935 views/ 4 favorites Queen Cserasha By: Twileklover Writer's Note: This first part to my story introduces the main character, Cserasha, and deals with consensual sex. Further stories in this series may not, as they shift to different themes of domination and fetish. Please enjoy, and feel free to comment! The Bulk Freighter Racketroll shot through the depths of hyperspace, its irregular-shaped hull shuddering as it tore through the unreality of faster than light travel. Within, its crew of nine were trying to keep busy during the long voyage from the Core Worlds to Hutt Space. Some were on the bridge chatting idly, some were playing games on the hologram table, and others were in their quarters. One such crewman was Cserasha Ban, a young Twi'lek, long of leg and slender of face, who had brilliant yellow-orange skin that many found captivating. She had only joined the crew a week previous while on Coruscant and was still trying to fit in. Cserasha was shy and nervous among her new crewmates, and very unsure of herself. She had spent the last few years in the slums of the Republic capital's lower levels, serving as maid in a seedy dive where every low-life scum had groped her. When Captain Jandeen had offered her a place on his crew she had literally wept with joy. Currently she reclined on her bunk, studying a datapad full of ship's schematics. Cserasha had been busily learning all she could about the Racketroll in order to become the ship's co-pilot. The Captain said that she had good reflexes or something, and she would be good at it. Tired of reading, Cserasha dropped the pad and stretched languidly, trying to relax. She felt cold all the time while on board, and had dressed in rough spacer clothes of pants and a jacket, with thick boots. This only improved her warmth a little, and also served to make her feel uncomfortable. No, if she needed to relax, she needed a hot shower. Rising, she wandered towards the ship's communal bathroom. It was located centrally at the back of the crew quarters, over the engineering section. Cserasha's body felt the hum of the hyperdrive in the deckplates beneath her as she walked. She opened the door to the bathing section and stepped inside. She stood in a small chamber with a couple of sinks along one wall, with a shelf of baskets opposite. At the end of the room was the door to the large shower room, Cserasha's intended destination. Seeing that the electronic lock on the door showed the room as 'vacant' she smiled in relief. Quickly, before anyone else came in, she rushed to the baskets and hurriedly undressed, throwing her itchy clothing into the basket and scooping up the dry towel within. Wrapping it around her, she moved quickly to the shower room, the cold metal deckplates chilling her bare feet as she went. She reached out to the door control, and was about to hit it when she heard the sound of running water from beyond. Despite the vacant sign the room was occupied! Cserasha was about to turn and grab her clothes to run off, but something stopped her. She heard another noise, this time a woman's voice. "Yes! Oh... ooh... OH!" The voice moaned, drowning out the sound of the rushing water. Part of the young Twi'lek knew that she should be leaving, but another part was curious. What was going on in there? A man's voice came through next. "Oh fuck yeah! Take it! Take it!" Suddenly Cserasha understood! There were two people having sex in there! Now she knew beyond a doubt that she had to leave, and leave quickly, but for some reason she just stayed put. She felt a stirring down below, a tingling in her pussy that she had rarely felt. Something about the naughtiness of listening to two people having sex aroused her... Cserasha pressed an ear-cone to the metal of the door, moving a lekku (the famed head tails of her species) out of the way as she did so, and savoured the sounds. She heard every gasp, every moan, every cry of delight and ecstasy clearly. And the more Cserasha heard, the more aroused she became. Without even realising what she was doing, one of her delicate hands had slipped down her body, lifted the bottom of the towel, moved between her legs and graced her hot lips with a single caress... Oh yes! Cserasha gasped, echoing the chorus of sexual sounds coming from the shower beyond, and stroked her pussy again. Oh that felt good! She began to tease herself, gently rubbing her clit and relishing the jolts of pleasure that shot through her. Cserasha had grown up being taught that pleasures of the flesh were wrong, and even during her years as a waitress she had felt less than sexual. Being leered at by every piece of scum she served drinks to had made her shy and introverted, and wary of such things. But that was a different life. She was free of Coruscant now, free to travel the galaxy and be someone else, and this someone else was apparently turned on by voyeurism! Turning her back on a lifetime of abstinence, Cserasha found herself enjoying her masturbation for all it was worth. As one hand grew ever more furious in its stimulation of her clit, the other reached up and grabbed one of her full breasts. Almost instinctively she began to play with a hard nipple, and her pleasure grew ever higher! "Uh...OH!" She exclaimed loudly, closing her eyes and tipping back her head as she worked ever harder to get herself off. She dropped to her knees, legs spread, and continued her masturbatory frenzy. The towel had fallen off some time ago (she did not notice when) and she was now naked, but it mattered not. She kept going, lost in the glorious pleasure, moving ever closer to satisfaction. And then it happened. "OHHHH YESSS!" She cried, as her body convulsed and an explosion of ecstasy ripped through her, lighting every nerve in her body on fire and her mind went blank with the world-shattering bliss. Cserasha rode the feeling for as long as she good, her body trembling. Finally she sagged to the deck, spent. She hung her head, her lekku drooping down, and she breathed deeply to recover. She had no idea that masturbation could be so good! No idea at all! "Well, what was interesting," Said a thoughtful voice in front of her. Alarmed, the young Twi'lek glanced up suddenly, to see the person who had spoke. She was called Chali, and she was the Racketroll's first mate. A Mirialan, human-looking but with deep green skin and long blood-red hair, Chali was a lithe and strong woman. The gentle muscles of her arms could plainly be seen, for she currently stood in the entrance to the shower, wearing nothing but a towel around her middle. "Our new crewmate is a horny one, it seems," She declared with a wicked smirk. "I... I..." Cserasha stuttered, one arm rising to cover her breasts while the other grabbed for her own towel nearby. She felt mortified beyond belief and her mind froze in its desperate rush to think of something to say. Chali smiled, amused by the Twi'lek's antics. "Oh no need for that," She said, dropping down to Cserasha's level and laying a restraining hand on the towel. She then reached up and gently pulled the arm from her breasts. "Ah, yes, there they are," Said the Mirialan softly. "My my, how nice those are." "Th... thank you," Said Cserasha nervously, trying to avoid eye contact with the other woman. "Now," Said Chali, "Tell me. What had you so hot and bothered?" She asked, gazing fondly at the Twi'lek's tits. "Were you watching us?" "Oh no!" Said the other quickly. "I wasn't watching! Just listening!" "So you... masturbated all alone on the cold floor?" Asked Chali, sounding sad. "You may have found it better to just join us...." Cserasha's eyes went wide at the suggestion. "What? No... that's not..." "Oh but it's just so much fun!" Said the Mirialan seductively. "Just look at what you can play with..." And so saying she turned to the side and gestured to the figure standing behind her. Captain Jandeen was a broad shouldered man, a Corellian-born human with thick sandy hair. He was far more muscled than his first mate, with a bulging torso and firm abs, all of which were on display. He was naked, devoid of even a towel, and leaned casually against the doorway to the shower room, watching the two women on the floor intently. His long cock was semi-erect as Chali gestured to it. The Mirialan stared at her lover for a long while before turning back to Cserasha. When she did so, she saw that the Twi'lek's eyes were locked on the gorgeous naked male nearby. "Ah yes, you do like what you see." Cserasha gulped and then finally raised her eyes to meet Jandeen's. "I'm sorry, Captain! I didn't mean to..." "It's okay," He soothed. "Chali and I don't mind. And her offer to join us stands," He said with a wink. "I... I couldn't..." Babbled the Twi'lek, but the other two were hearing none of it. Chali, still kneeling beside Cserasha, turned and shuffled along the floor to her Captain. As she did so she let her own towel slip off, joining the others in their nudity. No sooner did she reach Jandeen than she looked back at her crewmate. "You have got to try this," She said, and raised a slender hand to the Captain's member. Running her fingers along the shaft a few times was all it took to make it swell and grow, and soon Chali was idly jacking off his full and impressive erection. Once his cock began to leak precum, she bent her head down and ran her tongue over the head. "Yummy," She said as Jandeen shuddered in delight. The Captain let himself relish the sensation for a few moments, and then looked over at Cserasha. The brightly skinned Twi'lek was still sitting nude, and his eyes roamed over her sublime body and amazing tits. "Don't be shy," He urged softly. The idea of refusing him never even entered her head. Cserasha had adored the Captain since they had first met, thanked him for taking her into his crew and helping her leave her old dead-end life behind. She owed him, but it was more than that. She was curious. She wanted to do this! She had never even seen a penis in real life, and so Cserasha found herself moving across the floor on all fours, her wide hips and flawless ass swaying like a cat as she did so. She drew ever closer to Jandeen's hard, throbbing cock, eyes locked on Chali's tongue as she licked the length of it. "Your turn," Said the Mirialan, withdrawing. Cserasha took a deep breath, and then moved in. Her tongue flicked out, licking the head and tasting the sweet sticky precum that was now flowing. "Hmm..." She murmured, and continued licking. "Oh yes, that's it!" Said Jandeen, more than pleased by her attentions. "Oh you are good at this!" Said Chali with obvious approval, "And here we thought you were a virgin!" "I... am..." Managed Cserasha by way of reply between licks. "Oh honey you have no idea what you have been missing!" Said Chali, and when Cserasha glanced to one side to look at the Mirialan, she saw the first mate's eyes once again glued to the Twi'lek's body. Slowly, Chali moved in, head low to pass under where Cserasha was busy working at the Captain's erection. She drew closer to the Twi'lek's breasts, and grabbed them with both hands. "Oh!" Exclaimed Cserasha, not altogether upset by the feeling. And when Chali began to lick and suck at her nipples, the young Twi'lek found a new level of delight. "OH!" She said again, even louder. Jandeen watched the show and grew ever harder. "Now suck me off," He told his newest crewman, no longer able to contain himself. He grabbed Cserasha lightly but firmly by the back of the head and pulled her in close. Reacting quickly, the Twi'lek parted her lips to take his huge cock into her mouth. She had no idea what was expected of her, so just sucked and continued to run her tongue all over his erection. "Oh fuck!" Gasped the Captain in obvious pleasure, so she figured she was doing well. Meanwhile Chali continued to suck and lick at her tits, sending shudders of delight through Cserasha. Dimly, however, she was aware of the Mirialan moving lower, and when the Twi'lek looked down, it was to see the first mate gently parting her legs and moving her lips towards her sex. If Cserasha's mouth had not been full of cock, she would have moaned loudly and suddenly in pleasure. Her fingers in her pussy had been ecstasy enough, but another woman's tongue felt incredible! With obviously practised skill, Chali licked quickly and lovingly at Cserasha's clit, sending shudders through the Twi'lek's body. Yes! She thought. This is fucking amazing! Cserasha felt like her body was on fire, and her mind began to think of nothing save sating her new animal lust. She sucked Jandeen's erection with renewed vigour, while grinding her pussy into Chali's face. She did not care who came first, her or the Captain, she was just lost in ecstasy. As it was, Jandeen came first. "Oh fuck!" He cried out, face contorting in blissful agony as his cock erupted in Cserasha's mouth. The hot jism filled her mouth so suddenly that she did not know what to do with it, but even as the Captain shook in orgasmic release he had the sense to pull her head in close over his erection. Cserasha had little choice but to swallow, and though the taste was sickly salty in her mouth, she found that she didn't mind. He was smiling down at her as he stepped back, his cock softening as it left her mouth. "Did I do good?" She asked, licking her lips of the last of his cum. "Oh yeah," Said Corellian with obvious satisfaction. Jandeen then leaned back against the wall, watching as Cserasha gasped in pleasure, now able to focus her entire attention on the Mirialan between her legs. The Twi'lek sank to the floor, Chali never missing a beat as she stayed with her, licking expertly with her tongue. Once on her back, Cserasha grabbed her own tits and began to play with her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers, heightening her pleasure yet further. "Ooohhhh!" She cooed, and then her moan began to grow in intensity. "Oh! OH! Uh... UH... UUHHH YESSS!" She cried, as her whole body bucked and writhed as she climaxed, eyes wide with orgasmic joy as Chali's tongue achieved its goal. Finally Cserasha came down from her high, laying spread-eagled on her back as her pleasure subsided. Slowly she looked up, and saw the ship's first mate crawling up her body. "Did you like that?" Asked the Mirialan. The yellow-skinned beauty nodded. "Very much so," She confirmed, her weary tone of voice echoing how tired she felt. Chali smiled lasciviously at that, and leaned in to kiss her. Cserasha eagerly returned the kiss, their lips parting to allow their tongues to slide over each other. As they did so, their nude bodies pressed together, and the young Twi'lek found something oddly pleasing about the feel of another woman's bare breasts against her skin. As they kissed, she explored the Mirialan with her hands, running them over her supple body and getting ever more turned on as she did so. The fatigue of a moment before was quickly forgotten as she felt the urge to try something new. Eventually, Cserasha broke off to speak. "Can I...?" She began, but trailed off, unfamiliar with the vocabulary necessary to express what she wanted. Instead she simply looked down at Chali's pussy. "I want to taste you as I did the Captain..." She explained, but such was not necessary. The first mate knew what she was getting at, and was all too happy to allow the curious young woman to indulge her lust. The Mirialan rolled away to lie on her back, as Cserasha began to imitate what Chali had done for her just moments before. Cserasha licked and kissed, running her tongue over the other woman's skin as she worked her way down to her pussy. The Twi'lek found the first mate to be hot and moist, and she licked eagerly at the juices. "Hmm!" Said Cserasha, "I can see the attraction with this..." And then she got to work. Twi'lek's did not have body hair, and Cserasha's pussy was as smooth as the rest of her supple body. She knew that other species did have hair, however, and had found some at the base of Captain Jandeen's cock. Cserasha was under the impression that Mirialans had pubic hair too, but she found Chali's pussy to be as smooth as her own. It made her job that much easier. She licked up and down, dipping her tongue down inside. Just the taste of the first mate made Cserasha go crazy, and the pursuit of the delicious juices spurred her on. She felt her way inside Chali's pussy, seeking the point of pleasure that she knew all females had. The Mirialan sensed what the cunnilingus novice was doing, and between moans gave gasped direction. "A little lower! Ah! Yes... yes... there! AH!" Every exclamation of primal pleasure drove Cserasha further, and though her tongue rapidly began to tire, she was not going to give up until Chali had cum. For her part, the first mate appreciated the dedication of her new partner, and writhed in delight under each lick and caress. Captain Jandeen watched the two aliens with relish, gently wanking his cock as he took in the lesbian show. In a few minutes he was hard yet again, and his insatiable sex drive cried out for him to join in the fun. Still gently teasing his erection, the Corellian dropped to his knees behind Cserasha, leaning over her from behind as she was face down, head buried between Chali's legs. As he leaned in close, Jandeen ran a finger across the Twi'lek's pussy lips, finding them wet with arousal, despite her having already cum twice that evening. Jandeen smiled as he heard the young woman moan in response to his touch, the sound muffled by her continued giving of oral delights to his first mate. "Raise your ass," He said softly in her ear, "I'm going to give that pussy of yours the cock it craves so much!" Uncertainty flooded through Cserasha, and she ceased her licking to speak. "But... I've never..." "Shhh..." Soothed Chali, looking at the Twi'lek. "Trust me, it may hurt at first, but it will feel wonderful soon enough!" The yellow skinned Twi'lek looked back and forth, between the man behind her and the woman below her, and saw their faces alive with pleasure, their eyes begging her to join them. "Say you want me to fuck you with my big, hard cock," The Captain demanded softly. "I want..." Breathed Cserasha, feeling so very aroused, "For you to... fuck me," She said, loving the dirty feeling of the words. "Fuck me with your big, hard cock!" She cried out suddenly, giving up the last of her inhibitions. Jandeen needed no more encouragement, seizing her by the thighs and lifting her so she was still face down but now on her knees, legs apart and pussy wide open for him. Slowly, he moved his erection towards her waiting lips, and then gently slid it in. Cserasha let out a gasp halfway between pleasure and pain. She felt like she was being ripped in half by the monster cock, which just kept going deeper. "OH!" She cried out, still confused. It was painful, but she could also feel the presence of dick inside her to be vaguely pleasurable. And that pleasure was growing. "OH! Oh! Oh.... ooohhhh," Cooed the Twi'lek, as Jandeen began thrusting in and out of her slowly. With each thrust the pain diminished and the indescribable delight grew. Within a few short minutes she was moaning in open appreciation of the cock penetrating her pussy. "Yes, you are starting to enjoy now, aren't you?" Said Chali, watching the mindless bliss on Cserasha's face. "Oh fuck me yes!" Agreed the young woman, who was now actively rocking her hips back and forth, trying to get as much out of every inch of the Captain's erection as possible. "More! Fuck me more!" Cserasha cried. Her words would be heard in other parts of the Racketroll but she really did not care anymore! Chali watched the unthinking lust consume her crewmate, and smiled. "Don't forget me, my dear," She said, laying a hand on the back of Cserasha's head and guiding her back to the Mirialan's pussy. Lost in a sexual frenzy, the Twi'lek resumed licking with almost frantic vigour, and Chali melted under the assault of the tongue. "FUCK YES!" She exclaimed. Queen Cserasha Pt. 02 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! ***** 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. - 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. She had no idea how long she had been there when Dilgavas finally entered, but her tears had dried up and a dull numbness had overtaken her. When the Zabrak walked in she glanced up, meeting his harsh gaze. "Please..." She begged softly, "I'll do anything! Just... set me free!" The crime lord looked at her and scowled. Raising a hand, Cserasha had just enough time to notice the remote Dilgavas held before he pressed one of the buttons on it. The slave collar around her neck was not just for decoration. It was a shock collar, and at the crime lord's command a surge of electricity flooded her nervous system. The agony was unlike anything Cserasha had ever felt, an all-consuming barrage of sensory overload that felt both freezing and roasting at it consumed all feeling in her pain receptors. She screamed, oh how she screamed, writhing and bucking in her restraints, unable to think while the agony surged through her. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of the most horrific torture, the collar ceased its relentless assault. Cserasha, hanging from the chains on the wall, lekku swinging idly behind her, slowly got her thoughts together and moved her head around to look at Dilgavas. He had released the button on the remote control, but otherwise had not moved. "When you see me enter, you are to say at once, 'Greetings, Master'," Explained the sadistic Zabrak. "Is that clear?" She nodded, and a split second later was screaming in blinding agony yet again. The cessation could not come quick enough, but it did come. "When I ask a question I want to hear you say, 'Yes, Master'," Said Dilgavas firmly. "Now, is that understood?" "Yes, master!" Cserasha managed, despite her body still being barely recovered from the second shock. "Better," Said the Zabrak approvingly. "Learn quickly, become obedient, and you will find me to be a fair owner." "Yes, master," Said the young Twi'lek, not sure if he wanted a response but desperate to say something that would appease him. "Very good. Now, I want you naked." She looked at the manacles on her arms which were chained to the wall. "But... ARRGGHHHH!!" "That didn't sound like a 'Yes, Master' to me!" Thundered Dilgavas, pressing the button again and again. Every time there was break in the pain Cserasha thought he had stopped, but he pressed it more and more. The stop-start assault was, if anything, worse than it being on continuously. She screamed, deep, wailing cries of utter anguish, unable to do anything else but endure the torture. When finally the collar ceased, Cserasha could hear a voice babbling, "Yes master yes master yes master yes master..." Again and again, and it took her a moment to realise that it was she herself speaking, though she could not say why. "Naked," He commanded again. "Yes, master!" The Twi'lek managed as loudly as possible, and began to fumble with her clothes. The chains allowed her a degree of manoeuvrability, enough to unzip her jacket and pull her top up to her neck. It bunched there awkwardly, unable to take it off entirely while her arms were still trapped. Still, it allowed Dilgavas to get a look at her full breasts, and she saw the approval in his eyes. Cserasha hesitated for a split second before continuing, and the crime lord's eyes flicked noticeably to the remote. Instantly, the Twi'lek grabbed her pants and yanked them and her underwear down in one smooth motion, stepping out of them and kicking them away. She was still in her shoes, but otherwise was bare from her arms to her ankles. The Zabrak now stepped close to her, taking her in with his dark eyes. His gaze roamed freely over her long legs, her hairless pussy, and her delightful breasts. "I love Twi'lek girls," He said, running a hand up and down her thigh. "So smooth, so supple. So nice to FUCK," Declared Dilgavas, moving his hand to her sex and rubbing at her lower lips. She winced as he touched her pussy. Cserasha knew what he wanted to do to her, but somehow she tried to deny it. She shut her eyes, trying to block out the feeling of this disgusting gangster trying to get her wet. "What's wrong?" He asked harshly, noticing her reaction. "Nothing... master," Said the Twi'lek, remembering the honorific just in time to avoid a shocking. She opened her eyes to look at him, now seeing that his leering face was mere inches from hers. "Have you ever been with a man?" Asked Dilgavas, still rubbing at her pussy. "Yes, master," She confirmed, forcing himself to meet his disturbing gaze. "Jandeen?" He asked with a sneer. "Yes, master," She confirmed, her voice sad. Just thinking of the Captain's betrayal was hurting her more than anything else. The Zabrak smiled at this. "Yeah, he likes to play before he brings them to me." Cserasha must have reacted somehow at this, for Dilgavas went on. "Oh yes, he has done this before. The last one, she was a feisty one! A short thing with mauve skin. She cursed at him and tried to claw Jandeen's eyes out with her bare hands!" He smiled fondly. "When I finally broke her she was a prize. So quiet and obedient, utterly mindless. Next time Jandeen visited I had her fuck the entire crew of the Racketroll, and then thank each and every one for bringing her to me. She's still around somewhere, I suspect, serving drinks I believe." Cserasha remembered the girl she saw earlier, and knew that that was who the Zabrak meant. It scared her to think that she could end up like that. "Now, let's play, shall we?" He asked rhetorically, and pressed a different button on the remote. She instantly braced herself for immense pain, but none came. Instead her arms fell to her side, and Cserasha noticed that the manacles had released. "Remove the last of your clothes. Shoes as well," Said Dilgavas firmly. "Yes, master," She said, reaching up to the clothes bunched at her neck and casting them aside. With each move Cserasha had to fight the urge to cover her breasts, for the wicked leer on Dilgavas' face made her acutely aware of her nudity. She then removed her shoes and socks, and stood barefoot upon the cold floor, holding her hands to her side. "Beautiful," Said the Zabrak, though his tone of voice made the word seem dirty and ugly. "Now, on the bed," He ordered. Cserasha, scared and mind whirling, took a few steps towards the giant bed nearby. For a moment her eyes darted to the door to the room, and the thought of running for it entered her head. Instantly she squashed such fancies as she recalled the pain that Dilgavas could inflict with just the press of a switch. Instead she meekly went over to the bed and sat on it. The plush four-poster bed was comfortable and sagged under her ass as she perched on it, hands still at her side and head lowered. For some reason the Twi'lek was afraid to look up at the Zabrak crime boss, as if just making eye contact would encourage him. "Now," Said Dilgavas, "You will pleasure me." And so saying he drew closer, his shadow looming over her, and he gestured to his belt. "Undo me," He whispered firmly. Cserasha swallowed, said, "Yes, master," and complied. She pulled off his belt and, knowing that he wanted her to go further, she pulled his trousers down and immediately his cock sprang up before her. The Zabrak was already semi-erect, veins appearing along his shaft as the Twi'lek beheld it. "Yes, you like what you see, don't you slut?" Said Dilgavas gleefully. "Yes, master," Said the yellow-skinned woman at once. "Now, suck me off!" He ordered, and shoved his cock into her mouth. Cserasha suppressed her gag reflex as his length plunged into her, and she tasted his sickly-sweet precum immediately. Her tongue quickly got to work, moving in concert with her lips as she moved back and forth along his throbbing boner. Dilgavas groaned, clearly enjoying himself, as Cserasha fought a wave of revulsion and disgust. This man had taken her freedom and was now violating her, and all she could do was meekly please him. She thought herself better than this. So many of her people had been sold into slavery over the millennia, and Cserasha had sworn that it would never happen to her. And now it was happening, and she was not fighting back at all, just weakly submitting to her fate like so many other Twi'leks. Tears began to glisten in her eyes as the tragedy of her current predicament started to get to her, but even then she was too fearful of being shocked to let up her blowjob. Captain Jandeen had complemented her natural skill in this, and Dilgavas too was bucking his hips and smiling in pleasure. "Oh yes! Good slave!" He crooned. Suddenly, before he could cum, the Zabrak pulled out. A fierce sexual frenzy had taken him over now, and he shoved Cserasha back onto the bed proper. "On your front, slave! Now!" He barked. Scared so much that she acted without thinking, Cserasha turned over and scrambled into the centre of the bed, only to have Dilgavas fall atop her. He grabbed her by the thighs and shoved her legs apart, pulling himself in behind her. "No!" She screamed on reflex, knowing that any moment now he was going to rape her, but Dilgavas took no notice. He lowered a hand to her pussy and rubbed it, and she whimpered, the tears flowing freely now. She was far from aroused and far from wet, but the Zabrak either did not notice or did not care. Taking her from behind, he rammed his cock into her and roared his gross pleasure as he claimed her pussy. "No!" She screamed, desperately hoping that someone would hear and come save her. "NOOO!" Dilgavas merely slapped her ass checks and laughed insanely as he pounded her relentlessly. He pulled at her lekku head tails and seemed to get only more aroused by her evident pain and terror. "Beg me to fuck you harder, slave!" He thundered. "No! Nooooo - AHHHH!" Cserasha protested, and then screamed in agony as the shock collar triggered again. Mind-numbing pain screamed through her body, but as her body twitched and writhed it only seemed to please Dilgavas more. "Beg me, bitch!" He repeated as he let up on the shock button. "Say it, slave!" "Please..." Sobbed Cserasha through her tears, "Please... fuck me... master..." "Louder!" "Please fuck me master!" Cried the Twi'lek, so lost to pain and sorrow she was barely aware of saying it. "Again! Again!" Snapped Dilgavas, as he rode her ever harder. "Please fuck me, master! Please fuck me, master! Pleasefuckmemaster pleasefuckmemaster..." Said Cserasha, babbling the words like a mantra as she tried to deny the reality of the situation. "That's right, slave, you are mine!" Cried the Zabrak, as turned on by her compliance as by the feel of her pussy on his cock. Finally he reached the limits of pleasure and he exploded with ecstatic release. "OH FUCK YES!" He called and came hard in his new pet. Laughing with almost maniacal glee, Dilgavas savoured his release for as long as he could, then pulled out to fall down on the bed beside his new slave. Looking over at the nude Twi'lek, his triumphant smile grew. "You are mine," Said the crime boss again. "Yes, master," Said Cserasha, beaten, the words coming ever easier to her lips. - Cserasha lost all track of time, and was fearing that she was losing her mind as well. Dilgavas was as insatiable as he was ruthless, fucking her several times and cumming in her pussy, mouth, and even ass. Like any man he needed to take breaks, and during those times he amused himself by having the young Twi'lek dance for him naked, or finger herself, or simply repeat degrading and humiliating statements of her slavery. Finally, the Zabrak decided that his fun was at an end. Now as naked as she, he was reclined on the bed, idly stroking his cock while Cserasha kneeled on the bed nearby. Her legs spread, she was rubbing her pussy at his command, and reciting lines she had been given. "I am your slutty fuck slave, master," Said the Twi'lek, "My body belongs to you. I am your slutty fuck slave, master. My body belongs to you..." She said the words without life or heart, her voice dead, but Dilgavas seemed not to care. In fact, he seemed to prefer her that way. Broken. The Zabrak smiled and lifted the remote in his hand, and Cserasha felt a rush of terror as she feared another shocking. However, he pressed at a different set of controls, and a few moments later the doors to the room opened and someone else came in. This new-comer was a red-skinned Devaronian. His cranial horns were polished and shining black, and his clothing was a clean-cut and almost military in its styling. An electro-whip was curled upon his belt, and he exuded menace. "Yes, Master?" He asked, bowing upon entering. Queen Cserasha Pt. 02 Cserasha's hands twitched, reflexively moving to cover herself from the eyes of this new arrival. Immediately Dilgavas pressed the button and the young Twi'lek was instantly writhing upon the bed, howling her agony. When finally the pain ended she looked over at the Zabrak crime lord. "Sorry, master!" She pleaded, hating herself for her servile tone. "Resume," Dilgavas barked, "And do not stop until I say otherwise!" "Yes, Master," She said, clambering weakly back to a kneeling position and fingering herself once more. She was still far too scared to be aroused, and touching her pussy gave no satisfaction. In fact, with the crime lord's sticky cum drying on her body, it was somewhat awkward. Still, Cserasha did her best. "I am your slutty fuck slave, master. My body belongs to you. I am your slutty fuck slave..." Ignoring his newest slave, Dilgavas turned to the Devaronian he had summoned. If the Zabrak was at all embarrassed at his own nudity he did not show it, his cock on fully display as he spoke to his underling. "As you can see, Mr Jyus, this young Twi'lek is a poor slave. I have gone some way towards breaking her, but I have matters to attend to. I want you to take her, get her cleaned up and dressed, and placed among the other slaves. Let her see by example the sort of mindless obedience I require!" "Of course, master," Said Jyus, bowing. He was the master of the palace slaves, and he did so truly enjoy his work. "Slave girl! Come with me!" Cserasha's eyes flicked to Dilgavas, but she did not miss a beat. "My body belongs to you..." She continued chanting. The Zabrak smiled. "Yes it does! For now, though, you will obey Mr Jyus. Serve him as you would me, but know that if ever our orders conflict it is my wishes that take precedence. Now go." Ceasing her degrading chant, Cserasha rose from the bed and stood before the Devaronian slave master, her arms at her side. "Master," She said, hoping it was the right form of address. Jyus smiled. "Excellent. Follow me, slave," He said, and turned towards the door. Cserasha hesitated a moment, looking at where her clothes lay discarded upon the floor nearby, but thought better of going for them. If her master had not said anything then... No! She cut that thought off immediately! These people were NOT her masters! She was not a slave! She was NOT! It scared Cserasha deeply to think how quickly her will was being twisted, and how quickly she was becoming what they told her to be. Was this how it was for other Twi'leks? Was this why her people were bought and sold like pets the galaxy over? She had no time to dwell on it, as Jyus led her out of Dilgavas's chambers and into the hallway beyond. Cserasha followed, nervous in the extreme to be walking while wearing nothing but a slave collar. Her full breasts bounced lightly as she moved, and the dried semen upon her rich yellow flesh was exposed for all to see. Inside she was humiliated in the extreme, but she willed her hands to stay at her side and not cover herself up, for she feared what this sinister Devaronian would do to her. They walked through the palace, up and down stairs, along long and winding corridors. They passed plenty of other people, mostly guards, who stared openly at Cserasha as she walked along. Some called out, their comments rude and crude, for there was no reason to be nice to a slave. "Hey, yellow! How about a tit job huh?" "Ooh, pretty Twi'lek! I'm on break in five minutes! Just get down on all fours and wait for me!" "Hey hey hey, the boss has a new toy! Send her my way and I'll fuck some obedience into her!" Cserasha tried to ignore them, tried to be stoic, but she winced at one or two jibes and the Devaronian slave master did not fail to notice. Drawing close to her, Jyus said, "Oh what's the matter? Scared?" "No, master," She replied, lying. He laughed at his, a short and ragged sound that held no true joy. "Oh but I can see you trembling! It's okay, once you get used to them you'll be fine. And I guarantee you, you WILL get used to them. By the end of this week I shall have you roaming the corridors, offering yourself up to every guard and passer-by. Everything you have just heard will come true, I PROMISE!" The word slipped from Cserasha's mouth before she could stop it. "No..." And he shocked her. She dropped to the floor like a deadweight, albeit one that screamed in mind-numbing pain. When Jyus released her, he looked down at her. "You will think me for correcting you!" "Th... thank you... master," She managed. "And now thank me for promising to give you the chance to be a fuck toy to all these good people!" "Thank you, master," Said Cserasha again, slowly getting to her feet. "Good," Congratulated the Devaronian. "Thanking me is important! Everything I do to you is a gift, to help you be a better slave. To purge you of all those negative traits like defiance and free will. Even when I shock you it is to this end, and so I expect to be thanked for that too. Understand?" "Yes, master. Thank you, master," Said Cserasha, forcing herself to play along. "Excellent. Now, we are nearly at the slave quarters. Follow me." "Yes, master." And so they walked on a bit more, now down into the lower, dungeon-like parts of the palace. Still, there was one more event in their journey. Rounding a bend, Cserasha's eyes narrowed as she saw three people. Two of them were guards, male humans, and the third was the Twi'lek from earlier, the lifeless one with the light purple skin. The one that Dilvagas had taken such pleasure in talking about. She was on her knees, sucking the cock of one guard while jerking the cock of the other with her hands. The men were enjoying themselves immensely, crying out, "Take it bitch!" and "Eager little slut, ain't ye?" The Twi'lek, for her part, looked gone. Her dead eyes seemed only dimly aware of what was going on, though her lips and hand motions were fast and frenetic, almost enthusiastic. Cserasha watched as the two guard's faces contorted in ecstatic release and they shot their loads. The Twi'lek pulled her lips back at the last second, and two lots of cum splurged all over her beautiful face. She did not react, did not move to wipe her face. Instead she just sat there, on her knees, awaiting further instructions. "Good job, slave," Said one of the men. "Now clear off, we have work to do." "Yes, masters," Intoned the Twi'lek, and then rose and walked down the corridor in the direction of Cserasha and Jyus. The jism on her face slowly dripped down onto her slave outfit, but she seemed not to notice. As she passed, Jyus caught her eyes. "You are a good slave," He said, his tone triumphant, as if he took pride in turning people into puppet. "Thank you, master," She said in a monotone voice, and then walked on about her business. The Devaronian turned to Cserasha. "That," Said Jyus with glee, "Is your future." Cserasha watched the other Twi'lek go, and was terrified that the slave master was right. TO BE CONTINUED... Queen Cserasha Meanwhile Jandeen was pounding Cserasha's pussy like a machine, his previous orgasms of the evening giving him great staying power. He could not get enough of the feel of the Twi'lek's tight virgin lips, and the view of both Cserasha's and Chali's nude bodies and flawless skin beneath him drove the Corellian wild. "Yes yes yes!" He roared, slapping Cserasha's bright yellow ass cheeks with his hand. All three were moaning in ecstasy at this point, their voices a chorus of dirty pleasure as their three-way fuck-fest continued. None of them wanted it to end, but driven to such heights of stimulation it was only a matter of time before they all reached the plateau of orgasmic release. Chali went first, the heat in her pussy exploding and sending waves of body-jerking pleasure throughout her. As she screamed in primal delight she continued to grind into Cserasha's tongue, getting off on every lick. A few moments later, seeing his first mate cum from the oral attentions of another woman sent Jandeen over the edge. He gave a few last thrusts, letting out a shuddering "UGH!" of ecstasy, and erupted deep inside Cserasha. For the Twi'lek herself this was all it took to make her cum for the third time that evening. Cserasha's eyes went wide as the orgasm cascaded through her body, and at the last moment she sat up straight, hands fiercely grabbing and fondling her own tits to squeeze every last bit of pleasure from the sensation as she could. She rode the sexual shockwave for as long as she could, until finally the moment passed, and she fell to the floor. She lay half on Chali, and Jandeen collapsed on top of them both. The tangle of naked, sweaty, but ultimately satisfied bodies just lay there for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow of their shared release. "I think..." Said Chali aloud, "That we need another shower." "I need one too," Said Cserasha, her voice exhausted. "Feel free to join us..." Said the Captain.