She sleeps for three days straight, restless and feverish. The Guards mostly leave her alone, just checking on her occasionally and running a betting pool on if she'll survive and if she'll actually sell.

There's a lot of grumbling and exchanging of credit chips when she wakes up, ravenously hungry but lucid and able to stand. They then draw lots to see who's got to get her ready for the auctions.

The guard arrives at Qi'ra's cell just as the medical droid is leaving, carrying its full med-kit. That doesn't bode well, he wonders how much of a mess the Captain left her in. As she was his problem to clean up and prepare he'd not been allowed to bet on her failing, the first mate had cracked down on that hard after a few guards deliberately crippled slaves to win bets. In fact, he'd get a bonus of ten per cent of what she went for over the base list price, so a good sale could keep him in drinking money all next trip.

He unlocks the cell door and turns up the lights, to see what he'd got to work with. If she's as brain burned as the crew were joking he'll be lucky if she can walk.

But as the lights come up he can see her, huddled timid and fearful in the corner of the cell. She has a bandage around her head, hair above it short and spiky and the blanket pulled up over her, but he's captivated by her eyes, so wide and expressive. He shuts the door and the way she flinches at the sound gives him a feeling of power he's not felt in a while. The other slave are beaten and starved into dull obedience, but this girl is bright, alive and he's suddenly eager to see more of her.

He grabs the blanket and yanks it away, making her yelp in fear and surprise. He barks an order

"Up! Up and display!" and is pleased to see her obey without hesitation. She jumps to her feet, standing tall with her shoulders back, arms crossed behind her back and her chest pushed out, her full breasts heaving as she breathes. She shifts her feet, moving them apart and he admires the curve of her hip, the way she has her chin up but her eyes downcast.

"Very good." He steps close, running a hand over her to gauge her reactions. Up close she hardly comes up to his shoulder, young adult by human age but grown to her full height. He runs his hand over her shoulder, down onto her chest, cups her breast to feel the soft weight of it, strokes her nipple as it hardens at his touch, runs his hand down over her belly. She gasps as he strokes down her thigh then up again, cupping her cunt in his hand, stubbly hair on his palm as his fingers probe into her. With one finger he pushes her open easily, she's wet and ready for him. Her hips rock and she bites her lip, looking away as she stifles a moan. He pushes her back against the cell wall, working her with two fingers now and making her cry out.

"Yes! Oh yes!"

He slips his fingers free and she drops to her knees, wrapping her arms around his thighs and rubbing her cheek on his crotch

"Let me serve you, sir. I need you. Use me, please!" She peppers the swelling in his crotch with hot little kisses.

"Please, use me, fuck me, take me. I'm been locked in here alone for so long. Please Sir!"

He can hardly unfasten his belt fast enough, and as he pulls his pants down his raging erection springs free, slapping her across the face. She pounces on it, sucking on the tip then in one smooth motion taking it all the way down her throat until her face is buried in his groin. He gasps and wraps his hands around her head as she tightens her throat on his cock then pulls back, tongue stroking eagerly. Her hands wrap around the root of his cock as he growls and forces her head down, fucking her face with hard fast strokes.

Looking down at her as he thrusts into her mouth he watches her eyes almost roll back in her head.

He pulls back and lets her gasp a few breathes but she keeps working his spit-slick cock with her hands, looking up at him imploringly

"Please, Sir. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!"

He grabs her under the arms and lifts her roughly to her feet, pushes her back against the wall. She wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, clinging to him as he grabs her ass and lifts her bodily onto his cock. He thrusts forward as her weight pulls her down onto him, she cries out in wordless pleasure as he slides balls deep into her. He grunts, feeling her clench around his throbbing cock, digging her heels into his back and biting his padded shoulder armour to stifle her cries as he thrusts faster.

In a matter of moments he's panting, his hips thrusting a few hard strokes then she feels him pulse and throb, crushing her against the wall as he comes, his last brutal thrusts pushing her over the edge into helpless orgasmic bliss, pumping her hips to grind every last drop from him.

"Yes! Yes! Take me! I'm Yours! Yours! Use me, Master!"

He slumps forward, one arm on the wall the other round her waist.

He gasps an astonished "wow" as she presses herself against his chest, caressing his face, kissing his chest armour. Spent, his erection starts to subside and she gives a disappointed sigh as he slides free from her.

She slides down to the ground, down onto her knees. Reverently she starts to lick his tumescent cock, licking the combined juices from his member until he's clean then carefully tucking it back into his pants for him.

As he hitches up his belt she spreads her knees wider and leans forward, pressing her forehead to the floor.

"Thank you, Master."

He grins a half brain dead grin, high on a post orgasmic feeling of sex and power. "Not bad, not bad at all." He straightens his gun belt, enjoying the power trip. "We'll soon be docking at a station around Quantxi, the junk moon of Ord Mantell. You will be put up for auction there and I expect you to make me proud, girl. If you impress someone you may be kept as a pleasure slave, if you don't you may just be sold in a job lot to a miners brothel or worst by weight as expendable mine labour. Remember, your future depends on this, girl"

"Yes Master" she replies, face to the floor to hide a little smirk of a smile. If they're all like him it's going to be easy.

He turns and saunters from the cell with a spring in his step