"Oh my fucking gods." Rala swore, as they both panicked.
"That was the most embarrassing thing that has EVER happened to me!" Atul managed to get out before sitting in the soft grass. Rala regarded the field they were in. It was a small field of long, green grass that was at its softest.
"We should probably get dressed, don't you think?" Rala interrupted her.
"But we're soaking wet…" Atul trailed off, and tore some of the soft moss growing on the clean rocks nearby, and handed a piece about the size of a towel to Rala.
"Oh, gods. We're using plants to dry ourselves. No one hears a word about this, understand?" Rala sighed. After a few uncomfortable minutes of using the moss to dry themselves off, they finally dressed themselves in their light brown tunics. Rala helped Atul wrap her tunic as tight as possible to restrict her breasts from showing their full size.
"Thank you." Atul managed to say as they finished getting dressed. She slipped a small comb from her pocket and handed it to her.
"Oh! Thank you!" Rala stuttered politely, and used it to comb her long, silvery hair, which cascaded down her shoulders in a spiky fashion. Atul silently watched in fascination. She had fur covering her body, and had never really needed to comb it, so it was a odd sight for her. She spaced out for a few moments, until she snapped out of it, realizing it was Rala giving her the comb back.
"Oh, yeah, thanks. Do you realize that we've been gone for nearly an hour longer than usual?" Atul suddenly realized out loud.
"Oh, shit…last time that happened, that was with those two classmates of ours." Rala groaned.
"Yeah, Shala and Seamus. Turned out they were skipping school." Atul smiled in the humiliating memory they have.
"Certainly surprised everyone when they were found having sex in the supply room." Rala laughed.
"Yeah, and when we get back, people are gonna get ideas." Atul sighed in a frustrated mood. As Rala helped her up, Atul tripped on a small rock, and she fell in Rala's arms, with her face planting itself into her chest. They both shrieked in surprised, and pushed away from each other. Rala was bright red, with her arms over her chests. Atul was just as red, but completely stunned.
"R-Rala. I'm so sorry." Atul stammered in embarrassment.
"It's-it's all right. I-I…we need…we need to get back." Rala managed to reply, and break off the conversation. As they began the journey back, the two both had very similar thoughts. They both harbored a similar feeling, something neither had felt before. Arousal. Sure, they had both seen a good deal of handsome pilots come through the town, but this was different. Rala had for a brief moment, enjoyed it, and Atul for a brief moment enjoyed having her face in her chest. The two contemplated their feelings the entire way back, until they saw something that horrified them.
"What in the fuck is that?" Rala yelled, terrified at the sight. A black plume of smoke was rising over the hill, in the direction of their village. In the distance, they could hear the sounds of suffering and fighting.
"No. No. NO!" Atul screamed, and burst into tears, staggering onto her knees. At that same moment, someone launched out from the hill, and managed to get halfway down before two, no three, figures also appeared. We stood there, terrified, recognizing the armor. The trio were Mandalorians. Armed to the teeth. Rala and Atul were frozen with terror. The woman, who I recognized as one of the teachers, made a break for it. One of them fired off a shot, which hit her leg, and caused her to fall over, a few meters from the two girls.
"Hey! Who're they!" One exclaimed as he pointed at them.
"Looks like a couple of little birds who weren't here today. Not your lucky day, sweeties." Their leader laughed with an evil tone.
"What do we do?" The other blue one asked.
"Kind of obvious, isn't it?" Their red-armored leader scolded sternly. "Blank, Delta, you two morons get the two. DON'T INJURE THEM. I've got myself a toy to play with." He smiled as he looked at the young lady trying to crawl away. As the two blue-armored men moved for Rala and Atul, their leader picked up the teacher, and pressed her against the wall. As the girls backed off, Rala heard a suit zipper being undone as the leader, who the others called Alpha, pulled down his pants, and exposed his erected penis.
Atul and Rala gasped, being unfamiliar with men's bodies. Alpha turned to them as he heard them.
"What the fuck? This ain't no peep show. Get them outta here, dumbfucks!" He roared. He turned his attention back to her. He ripped off her undergarments, and let go of her ripped panties, leaving only her ripped skirt to protect her lower modesty. As Rala and Atul turned to run, they heard a scream and the sound of effort, and could not bear to turn as Alpha slowly and painfully raped the young teacher.
"GO!" Atul yelped, and they made a run for it, but Blank and Delta were not far behind, chasing after them. Rala ran lithely through the woods, but her light tan tunic wasn't made for strenuous exercise. In moments, Blank had tackled her to the ground, ripping her tunic in the ensuing struggle. Rala kicked him hard as he firmly grabbed her clothes, unable to hold her down. Finally, her tunic was ripped to the point that one sleeve was gone, and her bra was clearly visible beneath the remains of it.
"Nice tits, bitch." Blank whispered hoarsely in her ear as he took off his helmet to catch his breath. She saw her chance, but he clapped handcuffs around her wrists, stopping her from escaping.
"Please, Atul…escape…" Rala thought with a hopeful groan of pain.
Meanwhile, Atul was getting much farther, her species better suited to running. She took winding paths through the woods, trying to lose him, and succeeded. As she screeched to a stop, she turned around, and scrutinized the landscape, trying to see if her pursuer had, indeed, lost her.
"Is he gone?" She puffed hopefully.
"No." She heard Delta whisper at the last second before she was tackled to the ground. She got up, but he gripped her tunic, ripping it off completely. Atul cried out in surprised as she tripped over him, and fell against a tree. She tried to get up, but Delta was faster. He pinned her against the tree harshly, and smiled in anticipation. Atul screamed, unable to fight against him, before he ripped her bra off, exposing her large breasts, which momentarily stunned him.
"Damn, whore. I thought you were flat-chested till now. What do you do, tightly wrap those things like leftovers in foil? Either way, that'll make it much more fun." He snarled with a cooing tone. As the two prepared to violate Atul and Rala, they received a comlink.
"You caught them yet?" They heard Alpha snarl.
"Yes." Blank replied.
"Yes." Delta replied as well.
"THEN BRING THEM BACK HERE! I don't want you two idiots touching them. I mean it. I find out you even touched the in the wrong place, I'll put your heads on a PIKE!" He roared through the comlinks simultaneously. They both groaned, and brought their prisoners back. In a short while, they had both arrived on their large ship, and deposited their cuffed prisoners on the ground in front of their captain in his private quarters.
"Why are their clothes ripped?" Alpha demanded.
"They fought back a fair bit. We didn't touch em'." Blank replied carelessly.
"Whatever. Hang the two up on those racks over there. About time we got some new women for our brothels." Alpha ordered. Blank and Delta used their cuffs as a sort of hanger for them to be strung from the ceiling. Alpha approached them, and studied the two worn-out, beaten girls for a couple minutes.
"Leave me." He spoke sternly, and his two men left the room, closing the door behind them. He approached Atul first.
"So…we'll start with you." He spoke, breathing in a hard, icy way. Atul cringed as she and Rala noticed the teacher he had raped earlier. Apparently, he was done with her, and shot her through the head with a blaster.
"Please…don't…gods, fuck…" Atul sobbed as he poked and prodded his erect penis against the fabric of her pants, which covered her opening. He smiled as he slowly reached for her pants, and began to work very quickly, trying to pull them off.
"NO! NO! FUCK! NO, FUCK YOU!" She screamed, and kicked him in the stomach after a swing. He exploded with anger, and Rala closed her eyes, unable to watch as this bastard rapist violated her best friend in the worst way possible, soiling her with his seed.
Twenty long minutes later, Rala opened her eyes, as Alpha withdrew him from inside her opening, which had a steady flow of warm, white liquid flowing from it while Atul cried very softly.
"Now…I'm going to give you the opportunity to join us as a servant girl. If you join, you'll…help the men relieve their stress after a long day of work. You'll be paid adequately, and you get to live. Deal?" He offered as he made her look at him.
"FUCK. YOU." She replied, before kneeing him in the crotch. He doubled over in pain, as the keys to her cuffs went flying the air. With a swing, Atul caught the keys and managed to undo her cuffs. For good measure, she kicked him the face once more before undoing Rala's cuffs. As she got up, so did Alpha, who wielded a blaster pistol. Atul managed to grab a shock-staff, and attacked him.
"Fuck you, you psychotic bitch!" He laughed, and shot Atul in the chest. She instantly doubled over, screaming in pain as he stood up and fired another two shots into her body. She coughed, blood flowing from her mouth as he shot her again.
"Ready to die?" He smiled as he picked her up by the throat, and fired one last shot into her head, killing her instantly. He threw her onto the hard floor, and Rala cried out freely as the Bothan's dead body bled freely on the floor. Alpha walked over leisurely to Rala, and grabbed her harshly, ripping off her clothes.
"Are you a virgin, girl?" He said very gently, but with a dangerous tone. When Rala didn't answer right away, he squeezed her, causing pain.
"Y-yes." Rala answered, tears cascading down her face. Alpha gave her a once-over, and spoke into his comlink.
"Bring me the dancer's garments. I think they'll fit just fine." He ordered. Moments later, an unfamiliar Mandalorian came in, and delivered a dancer's outfit. He thrust them at her.
"Put them on. NOW." He demanded harshly. Rala flinchingly put on the garments, which consisted of a gold bra and a red loincloth, which insufficiently covered her body. The cold metal was encompassing, the solid gold bra a size too small for her, making her breasts expand, showing more than now. The lower garments consisted of a small gold band around her waist, which supported a red cascading cloth which covered the rest of her private parts up. She also slipped on a pair of gold and black boots, which complimented the rest of her outfit. She sighed to herself, realizing that with each step, her breasts slightly jiggled a bit.
"Oh, what the fuck is this?" He complained. "Brianna, get her…ready to meet her new friends."
The same Mandalorian came in, and led Rala away to a more secluded room filled with what appeared to be decorations for the dancers. It took a moment to realize that the particular Mandalorian was a woman. The woman, who was called Brianna, removed her armor, revealing a young woman not much older than Rala. Her hair was snow white, but cropped short, and she wore a white uniform, which looked slightly like an apprentice in martial arts robe. She led Rala to a small table, which she was instructed to lay down upon.
"So…you're the new girl. Everyone's been absolutely buzzing about you…" She spoke with a condescending icy tone.
"I didn't volunteer. I would rather die." Rala spoke with a fragile tone.
"Well, we do need someone new. Been a while since anyone new has been here. The men rape or kill em' all." Brianna replied aimlessly as she retrieved several objects.
"I don't wanna be here! I want to go home!" Rala screamed frantically.
"Your home is gone. Alpha and his crew killed every last one there! All we've got are some of those Twi'leks that we picked up from that Hutt." Brianna shut her up. Rala sobbed silently, and flinched as Brianna touched her.
"Shhh…shhh….I won't hurt you…" Brianna soothed, stroking her head gently as Rala relaxed. She felt almost…happy as Brianna rubbed her bruises and healed her cuts with medicine.
"I'm just going to see if there's any damage under there. I won't hurt you." She promised as she slowly took off the dancer's outfit, and placed it on a table elsewhere. Rala wasn't feeling tense as she felt her gloved hands examine her breasts. Indeed, she didn't even move as Brianna lightly pressed her hands against her opening.
"You're okay. I'm just gonna get you some clothes on, okay?" She soothed once more, with a mesmerizing effect. She retrieved a set of clothes very similar to her own, and gave her a bra.
"I think that's your size." She spoke softly. "You should probably get dressed so I can show you your living quarters."
Rala dressed herself in the clothes, which were surprisingly comfortable and seemed to adjust to her size. As she dressed, Brianna watched the whole time, looking almost…longingly at her body.
"I-I'm ready." Rala called timidly, and Brianna reappeared. She led her down the hall for a short while, and opened a door, leading her inside. The room was small and simple, yet homely. It had a comfortable bed made for two, a table and a small fridge, with a bowl of fruit on the table. A rack of wine and a small chest sat in the corner. Rala opened the chest, and cringed as she realized it was full of toys, like dildos and a few condoms. The fireplace burned brightly, with a very soft rug in front of it. Rala rolled her eyes as she realized once more it was a makeshift bed built for two, yet still a very soft rug at the same time. She was startled by Brianna, who came in.
"Is everything…to your liking?" She asked with a tentative tone. Rala nodded awkwardly.
"Why? Why did Alpha do this? We were peaceful." Rala asked, unable to bear the reply she knew was coming.
"I honestly don't know. All we can hope to do is survive." She spoke softly, in the same soothing voice. "And let us be remembered, and to share our desires with one another."
Rala knew something was off from the way she was speaking. In an almost…longing way. In a soothing, loving way. How Brianna was acting like a mother, and being so gentle.
"I'm sorry, Brianna, but my heart belonged to someone else. Someone Alpha killed. I can't…I can't do this." Rala pulled away, and Brianna looked slightly deflated.
"I loved Atul too much. And he took her away from me, but not before violating her in a most brutal way." Rala spoke even more firmly.
"I…can't…I can't let you go…" Brianna whispering, her gloved hand over her heart, and I could see in her eyes that she was longing for me, my love most of all.
I did what any normal, sane, and sensible person would do.