Chapter 1: Hera Fails
Watching her crewmates Kanan and Ezra walk out of the room with Lando looking back at her winking that everything was up to her now, Hera faced her fat Jablogian master as he rather focused eating his dinner rather than pay attention to his new acquisition.
"Ughh, this is disgusting. I am going to make Lando pay for selling me as this freak's slave girl." She subtly surveyed the area seeing two guards behind her and a protocol droid handing him his fruits. Hera figured that this fat creep would be easy to take out if she isolated him and make a run for it.
Azomrigan, her new Master, looked at her disgruntled and conflicted face asking "You need food?"
Hera replied "I seem to have lost my appetite, but perhaps you'd like me to serve you."
Considering her offer, Azmorigan quickly replied "yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, good practice for you. Serve me, serve me." as drips of fruit juice burst our of his mouth saying that statement. Only now did he take notice of Hera's lovely form thinking to himself. "Ah twi'leks, always falling to their primal instinct to be subservient creatures."
Hera walked over to the protocol droid holding the tray bracing herself as she cringed at acting like a sultry girl said in a sweet tone but ever the clever woman she was, committed to the role in hopes of outsmarting Azmorigan "And perhaps you'd like to dine alone." she said
Looking at her smooth and unblemished green face, Azmorigan now started seeing the real value presented before him, even longing for Hera's touch "Mmmm.. oh, yes. Leave us, beat it." he ordered to the guards as Hera bent over holding the tray of fruits. Azmorigan licked his face not only for the taste of the fruit but also for the taste of Hera, and noticing his lust for her she knew she had to make a move sooner than later.
Hera's sexy tone shifted in a more arrogant one taunting "Take the whole tray!"
"What are you talking about?" Azmorigan asked as she banged the steel tray in his face knocking him down. However, unlike how she expected Azmorigan did not pass out and instead screamed in pain more than she'd hope for, before she can even step out of the room the guards ran in and seized her.
"Wait No! You shouldn't have come in." She pleaded and tried wriggling free but alas seeing the other guards take aim at her she knew resisting was useless. "Gah, this was not how I planned this to go, dammit. Kanan if you can hear me please come back and save me." Hera thought knowing that the Ghost crew was too far by now for her to even send a signal, she can only hope now that her Jedi friends can sense her worry.
Azmorigan shook his head, angered as he felt the ringing in his head. "Lock the door, and bring the twi'lek slut to me."
Hera struggled saying "The name is Hera you disgusting freak, and I demand you let me go."
"Pathetic girl, you were sold to me and have no position to make demands hmmmm." He replied slapping her across the face. "As a twi'lek, I thought you were naturally submissive, but no matter I guess I have to put you in your place." Azmorigan said giving a lecherous smile. "I'll never be your slave you fat freak!" Hera screamed.
Breaking out of her hold, Hera ran towards him hoping to take him hostage but her desperation cost her as she felt a stun blaster shoot her from behind knocking her out. Panic crawled over her as she feared the worst, "Dammit Lando, I can't believe you fucking sold me. If I ever make it out of here, the first thing I'm gonna do is kill you."
"Stupid little twi'lek, what was that all about? You are surrounded by four men how well did you think that was gonna go. Best be thankful Calrissian sold you to me, I'll teach you how a twi'lek are supposed to act." Azmorigan replied putting his foot on her sleeping face to show Hera who's in charge now. The protocol droid handing him a steel collar and a remote, Azmorigan wrapped it around her as he yanked out her goggles. "Such a beautiful body wasted flying ships, if these rebel scum was smart they shoulda sold this bitch a long time ago and made quite a pretty penny with Jabba."
Gesturing to his guards, he ordered "Get me a leash and a pole. She is a fighter and if this slave thinks she can assault and disrespect me then she has another thing coming."
"Will you still need us to stay sir? She can still be quite hostile." asked the other guards.
"Hmmm, yes, yes stay. But not because I need protection, this slave needs to learn that bad behavior leads to humiliation." Azmorigan replied. The guards smirked as they started lusting over the fallen twi'lek pilot. While her jumpsuit was quite baggy, it was no secret that she was very sexy and as the collar and dancing pole was brought in. Azmorigan happily locked the shock collar on Hera. "Lets see how defiant you'll still be after this."