Chapter Six – Rattle your cages
The sound of the ship taking off came first as a relief to Jesmele, but within the first minute of it simply ascending she started breathing heavily. "No, no, no" she mumbled to herself watching out of the panel facing towards the sky. As the darkness that was space drew closer a panic hit Jasmele, not only had she never been off Tatooine, but she was being kidnapped by criminals. "Shit!" she yelled out, kicking the booth that she had awoken on, a bad move really, and she was immediately reminded by the pain returning with a vengeance in her shoulder.
She turned towards the table and grabbed the glass, hurling it towards the camera with a grunt. Shattering against the camera the glass had done its job, the lens was completely broken, nobody would be seeing out of that any time soon.
She expected the blast door to slam open and the dark man to return at once, but nothing happened, only silence. She leaned her head back onto the cold wall and sighed deeply. Of all the trouble she had gotten herself into over the years this one had by far taken the cake, there was no grandma around to sweettalk, no Milo to muscle and no Jessi to seduce, she was alone.
Qurja grunted as they entered hyperspeed, leaving his panel he muttered to Mawa "Watch the cock-pit will you? I am going to get some rest" he walked over to the doorway of the cock-pit before turning to ask "How long before we land?" Mawa turned his head shortly "We should be landing on Livan 8 in t-minus eight hours" Qurja responded with a nod before disappearing in the corridor.
Mawa clicked on the system, then on the planet "Livan 8". A robotic voice started reading from the info tab "Livan 8, a smugglers planet usually out of the public eye, specializing in slave trading, arms trading and illegal contraband" Mawa sighed and said "Yeah, yeah whatever, what about Empire influence?" the voice took a few seconds before responding "The Empire currently have minimalistic influence in the system, there is an exact number of sixty nine cartels and five rebel organizations spread out over the system, with an approximate danger level of 1.8 out of 5". Mawa nodded and clicked "Exit" on the user interface before leaving his seat "Autopilot" he said before walking towards the exit, and a voice responded "Autopilot enabled".
Some of the slaves had gone to sleep, judging from the screaming anyway. He yawned as he felt the doings of the day starting to make their mark, stretching he felt the need for sleep. He walked past Jesmele's cell and stopped, peeking in through the hole he could see her resting comfortably on the booth ,eating the food delivered by the serving droid, wrapped in the blankets also provided. He entered the code and walked in with a smile "Don't be angry, there is nothing you can do about your situation, resistance is futile".
Jesmele smiled at Mawa as he entered "I am aware… Your Twi'lek friend briefed me as he walked past my cell, I am informed fully". Mawa nodded, a bit surprised , but he wasn't going to let it show. Jesmele swung her legs over the booth, letting her plate rest there, she took short and direct steps towards Mawa before asking with a dumb grin "So I'm like your prisoner now?" she giggled. Mawa nodded "So to speak, and you will be treated accordingly Jesmele, don't try anything stupid. Jesmele shook her head "I won't" out of the corner of her eye she spotted the blaster hanging from Mawa's blaster belt, "Swell" she thought to herself.
Jesmele walked over towards the booth, only dressed in underwear and a tanktop Mawa could not help but to admire her aesthetics, but it was all with her back turned towards him. Jesmele bent over, picking up the blanket that had slipped onto the floor as she rose earlier. Mawa felt a drop of sweat trickle down his back, he hadn't had any in months and this "Jesmele" was not bad, not bad at all. Jesmele got onto the booth and pulled the blanket over her, she looked at Mawa with a smirk. Mawa took a few steps over towards Jasmele and muttered "You know I am terribly sorry about this, right?" Jasmele didn't respond, she appeared to not even be listening, she was smiling like a dumbfounded child. "You're going to have to turn around, I don't sleep with clothing on". Mawa awkwardly muttered "O-… Okay" and turned around. He felt his back get even more sweaty, and he found himself hoping Jasmele did not notice for some reason. A tank top and a pair of underwear flew over his shoulder, landing in front of him "Alright I am leaving then" Mawa muttered.
Jasmele sighed "Well that's a shame really, it's going to be terribly boring" Mawa turned with a perked brow, finding Jesmele under the covers with a smile "I feel we could've made the best of this unlikely friendship" Mawa could feel a tingle in his member, this wasn't supposed to happen. Mawa looked up towards the camera, it had to be turned o- it was broken It appeared, perfect.
Mawa took a few steps over to the booth "I think I can find a way of entertaining you" he said with a smile. Jasmele knew she had to do this perfectly, at any cost. "Oh really? You think you can measure up?" Jasmele sat up, the covers falling from her chest, exposing her to Mawa. Jasmele could see the outline of his member running down his leg, he was really hung she thought to herself, but snapped out of it. She extended her hands, she wanted to pull his blaster on him, whilst he was out of focus, but he unbuckled his belt and threw it a foot or two behind him, damn it.
Jasmele understood what she had to do, but was not looking forward to it. As Mawa pulled his pants down what can only be described as a hose fell out between his legs, very long and very thick and throbbing in front of her face. Jesmele could feel sweat down her back, she was so nervous, but this was her chance. She took her lips to his member and slipped It as far into her mouth as it would go, tightening her lips around the unnaturally thick member. Mawa was moaning, his eyes were closed and he was lightly thrusting against her, the tip entering her throat. Jasmele gagged and the fact that he cared so little for her, whilst she was trying to murder him, made her even more mad. She sent a fist straight into the testicles of Mawa, his scream so loud that it had to wake everyone in the ship. Mawa fell on his back, holding both hands on his privates, crying and cursing Jasmele. Jasmele threw herself towards his blaster belt, removing the safety and firing four shots within seconds. Smoke rose from the corpse of the man, filling the room with a nasty smell.
Jasmele had to be quick, they must've heard the shots. She flew around the room, collecting her underwear, and then slipped into the clothing that had formerly been Mawa's, it had a few holes in it but it would have to make do. She checked her blasters capacity and loaded another clip into it, turning towards the blast door. She pointed the blaster at the panel and fired a few rounds the blast door flying open, it was show time.