Asmu-Nikal was…less than pleased when she returned to her quarters that night, having (presumably) just finished being grilled extensively by the other members of her family over dinner right after getting off of the shuttle from Korriban. In fact, she was so displeased, she banished me to the slave quarters and told me that I was to remain there until Kela came for me at some point the next day. The last thing I saw as I exited the room was Kela flying through the air to land on the obscenely large bed with an oomph of air leaving her lungs from the impact.
Well, that confirmed all my suspicions about Asmu-Nikal's tastes in the field of carnality.
I got turned around a couple of times within the servant-corridors, though one of the night-staff slaves (on her way to clean Tudalhiya's 'playroom', or so I gathered) was kind enough to direct me properly, to my profuse thanks. A handful of minutes later, I finally arrived at the slave quarters, and found myself both impressed and immensely pleased.
They were, compared to my old home in my old life, quite unpleasant. Little more than a single large room with rows of very, very basic beds (more cots than anything else, really), a single large refresher with showers and toilets alike off to one side, it shouldn't have seemed so wonderful. Yet, compared to what I had lived in as a labor slave out on the grounds of the estate, it was wonderful. Practically luxury, as a matter of fact.
It was also full of naked or near-naked people, some of whom were sleeping and some of whom were…not. The group was mostly human, although there was a strong representation of young female togruta and twi'lek as well, which would hardly have been a surprise to anyone at all if they took even a heartbeat to think about it. I felt my cock stir in my pants as a Rutian girl and a crimson-and-white Togruta fell onto one of the beds, mouths locked together as they mutually masturbated one another, right in the open in front of everyone.
"You must be the new girl assigned to Asmu-Nikal's wing. Kela will appreciate the help, especially if the lady keeps her too busy to get all of her chores done in a timely manner." A voice said in a conversational tone, as a matronly green-skinned twi'lek stepped up beside me, observing the same sight as me with little apparent distress or embarrassment. Turning to look at me, she gestured to my other side, where another twi'lek the same age as herself, this one a Rutian, was now standing. "My name is Ann'anu, and this is Ayy'blen. We're in charge of the enslaved house staff. Welcome to a whole new world, garden-girl."
"It's certainly different. More pleasant, to say the least." I responded a bit absently, eyes locked on the duo as my cock continued to harden.
"Pay more attention to us and less attention to them, new girl. You can play with them later if they're willing, but I need to tell you how things work around here." Ann'anu chastised me, smacking me across the shoulder, getting a flinch and a small ripple of sparks across my body in response. She jerked her hand back, staring, and I flushed slightly in embarrassment.
"Sorry about that. I don't have any control over it yet." I apologized honestly, not wanting to cause any harm to my fellow slaves, certainly not during our very first meeting. These people were my natural allies, and could either end my life or make it truly miserable if they were so inclined. The last thing I wanted to do was push them in that direction, even inadvertently. "My name is Vestara Khai, and I am indeed the new slave for Asmu-Nikal, brought in from the grounds. She sent me down here to get familiarized with things while she…destressed with Kela."
"Destressed, huh? I like that." Ann'anu said slowly, eying me carefully, nervously, and I gave her my most reassuring smile. While it didn't set her at ease, it did seem to bolster her nerve enough for her to ask questions. "What's with the sparks? You some sort of Sith slave?"
"Not a Sith, not unless they decide to start sending people like us to Korriban, but I can wield the Force, even if I've not the slightest idea how. It's one reason I'm still alive." I responded carefully, not nearly confident enough in my knowledge of the two women beside me to talk about what our mutual master had done to my family or myself. The last thing I wanted was to give the man a reason to finish me off in a fit of pique because someone blabbed to him in the hopes of being rewarded.
"Hmph. We'll need to talk about that later." Ayy'blen grunted from my other side. "Your responsibility will be for cleaning the personal suite of the daughter of the House, Asmu-Nikal. You will never, at any point, address her as anything other than 'Mistress'. The Lord and his sons are to be addressed only as 'Master' or 'My Lord', and the Lady of the House it to be addressed as 'My Lady'. Your sleeping clothes, not that most bother with them down here. Your work uniform will be provided tomorrow. Sani-steams may be taken before your day begins or after it ends, never both."
A bundle of clothing was shoved into my arms, which automatically cradled it to my chest to keep it off the floor. I looked around at all the other slaves (male and female alike), many of whom were staring at me with undisguised interest, and then raised my eyes to the room around us, searching for the changing room.
"You think we get private changing rooms, girl? We're slaves, we don't get privacy and we don't get to have shame. Strip and put the Emperor-damned clothes on so we can show you how to perform your duties." Ann'anu chastised me sharply, realizing why I was hesitating, and I flushed uncomfortably before beginning to obey. It didn't take more than a handful of seconds to remove the laborer's outfit that I was wearing, and the room froze and stared even harder than they had before.
"Emperor's Grace, what did they do to you?" Ayy'blen blurted, and I tilted my head in confusion even as most of those around us backed away, though a handful couldn't seem to help letting their eyes slip down to my cock every few seconds. The twi'lek and togruta pair, for example, now paying a great deal of attention to my semi-hard shaft, which began to swell further still under their attention. "Your body, girl, what is all this?"
Oh, right. The 'tattoos' carved into my body and the aforementioned cock. Yes, I could see how that would be shocking and disturbing to my fellows.
"Our beloved Master experimented on my mother while I was in the womb, which is where the cock comes from, but that wasn't enough for his curiosity it seems. My memories are…not entirely whole at the moment, but he took me from the laborer's barracks a month or so ago for further experimentation. What you see before you are the results of two generations of his efforts." I responded, voice not remotely as calm or as even as I would have hoped, though I'm sure that no one would have held its slight tremor against me under the circumstances.
"It's, uh…unique. Exotic, even." Ayy'blen stuttered slightly as she examined me, before shaking her head (lekku flapping slightly from the action) and turned away with a shooing motion of her hand. Clearly, she meant for me to clothe myself, and I did so quickly, surprised and gratified by how much nicer the fabric felt on my skin than my old clothing. Once I was clothed, she returned her attention to me, launching into a lecture about the rules of serving House Luwian and the general form my tasks would take for Asmu-Nikal, though she warned me that the Lord's daughter would doubtless have more specific requirements to ensure her wing suited her tastes, as well as additional, unknown tasks. She finished with a dire warning. "Kela will help you every step of the way, and your Mistress was a generally patient sort before Korriban, but take no chances. I will not have you getting us all decimated because of incompetence! If you start to lose your ability to perform, we'll deal with you before the masters deal with us all."
Of course the Empire punished even non-rebelling slaves with execution, and in the delightful Roman style too, where groups of ten drew lots and the person with the shortest piece of straw was beaten to death by the other nine. At least the Romans had restrained the practice of forcing a group to kill their own comrades to soldiers who committed capital offenses and settled for just killing slaves outright!
Through agonizing methods such as crucifixion, yes, but still!
Similarly, the fact that the slaves were willing to mete out fatal justice on those who rocked the boat or couldn't carry their own weight was thoroughly unsurprising. They wouldn't like it, would probably even regret it, but these two women were clearly responsible for the safety of the entire household slave-staff, and they would do whatever it took to protect their charges.
"Fair enough, but it will not be necessary for you to take any actions against me." I assured them proudly, intending to be both excellent in my duties, and to seduce Asmu-Nikal as soon as possible. Not that I would breathe even a hint of the second goal to a single living soul, even aloud to myself. One could never know who was listening, either through organic means or through electronic monitoring. I wouldn't be surprised in the least if the slave quarters and general quarters were bugged, either by Luwian or his rivals.
"Hmph. We'll see, girl. You will bunk next to Kela, third bunk in the fourth row from the far wall. Keep your cock to yourself unless you're invited to do otherwise, or we'll cut it off and choke you with it. That said, we don't stand on ceremony around here. If you want to fuck, fuck. Any of us could die tomorrow, might as well enjoy today however we can, with whatever and whomever we can. Sex, stims, spice…as long as you can do your duties, no one here gives a damn." Ann'anu informed me bluntly, pointing out the bunk in question, and I blushed lightly at the rest of her words. I would have to ask Kela for more of an explanation, but I supposed that her words, on the face of things, were hardly surprising. If you were a single breath away from a painful death at any given moment, you would probably do whatever you could to keep the pain of your existence away.
My briefing apparently completed, I found myself left alone as the two head slaves departed, whether back to their duties or to do something else I neither knew nor cared. Instead, my eyes were locked onto the pair of girls I had spotted earlier, who had returned to their fun while occasionally casting glances in my direction. Or, more accurately, towards the tent in my pants. Blush deepening, I hastened over to my bunk and slipped underneath the blankets. I had always pictured/dreamed of SWTOR being a more hedonistic place with myself center-stage, and the changes to my body were something of a thrill as well, but I hadn't expected to be so unprepared for that dream coming true. Now that I had the potential opportunity for indulging, I was too shy and embarrassed to do so!
I was nearly asleep, an hour later, when Kela finally stumbled in, what little clothing she had askew and even more useless than it had before. Her skin gleamed in the low light, soaked with sweat and cum, covered with bites and scratches and other marks that made it clear just how well our mutual mistress had made use of her. I reached out tentatively with my untrained senses, fumbling through The Force, and smiled slightly at the genuine pleasure and even happiness that Kela was radiating. That, in and of itself, didn't necessarily mean Asmu-Nikal was actually a decent person or owner, given that a sufficiently mentally and emotionally broken person could consider even the worst treatment as something good, but it was encouraging. Slumping into her bed, she was asleep in seconds, and my smile broadened as I felt myself slipping away.
I could work with this.
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The next morning, Kela was shaking me awake bright and early, the chronometer reading only five local time, looking somewhat refreshed, though still thoroughly fucked. She shamelessly stared, licking her lips with a hungry glint in her eyes, as I blearily tossed by blanket aside and revealed my morning wood standing tall and proud.
"Mhm, you are indeed a unique specimen, just as Mistress said. Go on, get dressed in your work clothes, and I will show you through our morning routine." She said, settling back onto her bed with an expectant look on her face. I didn't even bother asking if she was going to turn away, because it was patently obvious that she had no such intentions. I stripped out of my clothing, my cock bobbing into view as I stepped out of my pants, and Kela gave a soft moan in the back of her throat at the look of it as I turned and quickly folded the sleepwear before putting it neatly on my bed and reaching for the other outfit. It was not different in the least from what Kela was wearing, which meant that my larger bust and significantly larger crotch were essentially in full view. Deciding to try a Hail Mary to kill my erection before it got me killed, I turned my rudimentary control over the Force towards my own body, trying to tamp it down. It took longer than I would have liked, given the circumstances, but when I eventually succeeded I adjusted my clothing as best I could.
"So, uh, Asmu-Nikal likes women, huh?" I asked hesitantly after looking down at myself. I had to admit that I enjoyed the outfit, the sense of power I was getting from flaunting my beauty, my physical form, and Kela nodded with a grin.
"Oh, she adores women. She's a better sort than her brother and father, she doesn't get aroused by butchering people or hearing them scream in agony, but she is just as libidinous as they are. Better at concealing it and occasionally even interested in making sure her partners cum, but don't doubt for even an instant that she is just as obsessed with hedonism as any other pureblood." She confirmed cheerfully, before frowning lightly and glancing down at my cock, which was now totally softened thanks to my efforts. "That being said, don't do anything foolish. If she gives you any spice, because she will share sometimes, don't let it go to your head so much. Interesting or not, nice compared to the menfolk or not, she might kill you if that third leg of yours starts doing your thinking for you."
"Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to go panting after a Sith fresh from her trials, or at least be obvious about it. I've survived this long with my libido, I can keep on surviving." I assured her confidently.
The doubtful look on her face should have warned me that I might be writing checks with my mouth that my self-control couldn't cash. Ten minutes later, and I could feel the strain of my desire against my desperate attempts to control it with the Force as I watched a thoroughly naked and painfully attractive Asmu-Nikal doing her morning stretches.
Her muscles, muscles that indicated she was in peak physical condition, rippled and move beneath silken crimson skin, skin that was unmarred save for a few minor scars or pockmarks. A legacy of her time on Korriban, no doubt, and it was an indicator of both her power and her talent that such minor wounds were the only visible indicator of her time there. Besides the aforementioned muscles, of course.
"I can sense your lust, Vestara Khai." She remarked absently as she shifted from a deep lunge into what would, back home in my first life, have been called Downward Dog. That didn't do my control any good, given that her back was to me, which meant I got an eyeful of full, taught buttocks and a tight crimson cunt. I felt a wave of amusement and satisfaction waft off of her as I swallowed deeply at the sight, and I started to turn away to preserve what control I had left. She either heard me or sensed it through the Force, because the moment my weight shifted, she spoke sharply. "You do not have my permission to look away, slave. Keep your eyes where they belong: on me."
"You are a cruel, cruel woman." The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them, and the amusement and satisfaction she was radiated skyrocketed in response.
"I am Sith." She responded smugly, as if it was obvious. Which, of course, it was, even if Sith cruelty usually trended more towards the behavior her father and brothers were known for rather than the awful, awful suffering she was currently inflicting upon me. Despite my efforts to keep a leash on my libido, my cock was beginning to stir and stiffen, and she chuckled lowly. "Ah, there it is. Your base desires are finally freeing themselves. I am surprised by your control, competent for one so untrained, and I confess I have never before seen the Force used to prevent physical arousal before. Your reasoning for doing so? And do not give me some tripe about 'showing me due respect', I know from even our brief encounters previously that such a claim would ring false."
I closed my mouth with a clack, having been about to proclaim that very thing, and I frowned lightly as I weighed my potential words. She was right, that empty flattery and quiet submission were not traits I possessed. My quiet contemplation, however, was not what Asmu-Nikal was interested in.
"Your reasoning, slave, now. I am growing impatient!" she barked, rising from the pose and turning towards me, posting one hand on her hip and glowering.
"Because walking around with a fucking erection your owner gave you is probably pretty fucking fatal for a slave, and I don't have plans to die due to one of your guards puts a blaster bolt in my skull just because I got horny!" I snapped in response, defensively folding my arms under my breasts, ignoring Kela's sharp, indrawn breath of dismay as my Force presence writhed and swirled under my loosening grip. "Because, for all I know, the minute I pop a boner you'll kill me because you only like natural women, or take offense, or get off on getting people turned on and then killing them for 'forgetting their place'!"
I fell silent, chest heaving and throat tight, really quite sure that I was about to have to fight for my life against a trained Sith, if only an apprentice, in the center of her House. Kela certainly seemed to think so, judging by the way she was ever-so-subtly power-shuffling away from me, towards the farthest corner of the room that she could reach. I flexed my fingers, as if I were trying to limber up, not that having limber fingers would help in the least in this situation.
We stared at one another, the room thick with tension, and sparks played across my body as she slowly sauntered towards me, still radiating amusement and satisfaction. The closer she got, the more anxious I became, worries and theories spinning around in my mind. Should I strike first, prevent her from getting any closer, or would my attempt to defend myself preemptively actually cause the very violence I was afraid of? She didn't seem angry, didn't seem intent on violence, but she was a Sith! And I wasn't exactly trained, so how would I know if she was concealing her intentions?
"I can sense your fear, but also your determination. You are ready to fight to the death, even when escape would be impossible. Fascinating. You truly are like no slave I have ever met." She murmured, tilting her head to the side as she contemplated me, coming within arm's reach. "You are honest, even when it could get you killed. You are brash and brave, but not without wisdom or cunning. You act like you were enslaved only yesterday, rather than being born into it. As for your suspicions…"
She reached out, flicking my loincloth aside with a brush of the Force, my swelling shaft springing free and slapping down into her hand, which cradled it gently. I gave a hiss of mingled desire and worry, well aware of how much damage she could cause from a position like that, and she smirked at me.
"I don't hate cocks, slave, I just hate the people they're usually attached to. People like my dear brother, who does get pleasure from arousing those beneath him and then murdering them once he's had his fun. I wouldn't have had you dressed up like this if it wasn't for my own pleasure at seeing your desire for me." She purred, stroking along my length with her thumb, and I shuddered as that very desire flooded my aura, threads flowing down the thin gossamer strands that connected us. She inhaled deeply and moaned low, her smirk taking on an expression of lazy satisfaction. "Ah, this sensation…I will never get enough of it! The caress of your want, the heat of your desire, the cloying scent of your need…there is no greater feeling in all the galaxy."
I had known that purebloods were hedonists, it went with the territory, and I had known from what had happened with Kela and our outfits, not to mention the warnings I had received last night, that Asmu-Nikal was no different. That being said, that intellectual knowledge had in no way prepared me for the fact that she literally got off on being wanted. I was sure there was some psychological discussion to have there later, but for now what was left of my brain was distinctly stuck on the fact that a gorgeous, athletic, exotic crimson-skinned beauty was holding my cock and gently stroking it with her thumb.
"I think I will come to enjoy your company a great deal." She said finally, after another minute or so of soaking in my aura and all the carnal desires that filled it. Releasing me, with a gleam of amusement in her eyes at the soft groan of disappointment I could not restrain, she stepped away and turned to saunter towards her ensuite bathroom, hips swaying, and as my eyes followed her every step, I caught the unmistakable shimmer of wetness on her inner thighs. "Come, the two of you will prepare me for the day, and you, Vestara, will inform me of your knowledge in the Force, no matter how rudimentary."