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The Twi'lek wife and mother had long considered her place on the homeworld of Ryloth to be precarious, and though it was far away from the slave trade that had claimed so many females of her kind, a subtle lack of fulfillment still nagged at her.

And yet the galaxy still seemed a complicated, bewildering place. First there had been the Confederacy of Independant Systems. Then the Clone Wars. Then turmoil in the Galactic Senate. And they were not wrong about her charms. Her cobalt-blue skin was an instant attention-grabber, and her tapered waist gave way both to expansive hips and a jaw-droppingly large bust for which suitable humanoid clothing was often hard to procure.

For this reason, and the equally robust dimensions of her buttocks, she served as her own seamstress. Despite these thick measurements, her ankles, neck and wrists remained dainty.

As with her other physical features, these were more voluminous than those of most Twi'lek females; Sara had taken to sewing her own head-dresses as well as her own halters and leggings. Even then, her calculations sometimes fell short, resulting in a busted seam or inappropriately tight, skin-hugging fit. The males on Ryloth star wars twi lek porn invariably pleased with these fabric malfunctions.

Did you see the ass and brain-tails on that bitch? With those lips, I bet she could suck the shag off of a Wookie. It will not be hard. The slavers had been humans, of course.

The humans were always most bold. She was too uncertain to tell him, too worried about his meekness to spill the stories of how human merchants cupped her melon-like breasts as if examining Ryl-fruit, offering to put up credits to sponsor her as a dancer star wars twi lek porn concubine. She knew that in his own work he had been supplanted by a newcomer from Coruscant as vulgar and grasping as the rest of the lot, and this pattern was played out across her entire race.

Even the corpulent Rylothian representative, Orn Free Taa, had meekly gone along, feathering a gundark nest of credits for himself while Palpatine neutered the senate into uselessness, robbing her people of the only voice they had in galactic politics.

Humans took what they wanted. Sara loathed them, feared them… and respected them in some dark way. She asked herself more and more often the haunting question about why so many females of her race were slaves and prostitutes, gravitating to low positions of subservience as if it were encoded in their genetics. Incidents such as these were not uncommon, for the humans assumed that all other races were theirs to fondle, pinch and leer at.

The girl, who had a blue skin tone much like her mother, was especially traumatized this day because of what the boys were star wars twi lek porn. On one knee so as to lock eyes with her daughter, Sara asked what the boys had wanted her to do. Is she too old? The Hutts pay the best prices for the young.

I believe the best age for a Twi'lek girl to start learning how to serve is eight. Old enough to understand, not old enough to physically resist. After hesitating for a moment, perhaps too ashamed to repeat the words, Tali told her what the boys had said. She understood it and could cope with it. More, anyway, than motherhood and child-rearing, an uncertain political climate, a timid husband, and the winds of galactic war on every breeze. These problems were more stupendous, and insidious, than a grope of the breast and the suggestion of how she could best use her mouth in exchange for credits.

She wanted to tell Tali these things, but could not bring herself star wars twi lek porn say them. Not adults, but younglings? Suddenly she could see their faces. Tali nodded sullenly, and Sara felt an unmistakable tingle from deep within. She knew them. Had seen them at market, poking at droid parts like mynocks investigating a rotted worm tooth.

And more importantly she knew their kind - refugee trash who had washed up on Ryloth, vagrants but still with the human instinct to see Twi'leks as chattel. Taking a deep breath, Sara rose and walked toward the door, bidding Tali prepare dinner. She did not want to alarm Tali, but she also needed to find out if the threats the boys had made were real. What they could not beg for they doubtless stole, and yet their poverty had taught them no humility.

Sara knew them by reputation; another human problem that the Twi'lek merchants were too timid to do anything about. She rang the chime at the door of the abandoned star wars twi lek porn where they stayed and received no response, either because the portal which was askew on its track was non-functional or because the boys were too busy rambunctiously fooling with holo-games to pay any heed.

To gain entry, Sara was forced to grip the rusted metal rectangle with both hands and shove it aside. The main room was dim, and she could see them bouncing about like Ewoks at a funeral pyre; dressed in sleeveless shirts and loose-fitting pantaloons, their skin tanned and tarnished brown, with raggedy hair down to their necks; blonde for Kit, brown for Narmo.

Kit, the shorter blonde boy, also mimed firing a blaster. It was a wonder with the squalor the boys lived in that they had found a way to siphon power from the market grid. Sara gulped. Just what sort of holo-game were these boys playing?

Their precocious young forms seemed at odds with the brutal concepts they were spouting, the sort of talk that Sara associated more with pro-human propagandists than Rylothian citizens. The dim lighting, the sounds of entertainment, the cries of victory, the dilapidated setting and the subtle katia de lys und jessyca wilson of alien musk, mixing with dirt and rust.

It was familiar, disturbingly familiar. Like Tatooine, Mos Eisley in particular, that wretched hive or sleek alien sex; death-sticks, dark clubs and depravity. You dance. If a customer takes an interest in you, you dance for him. If he wants to take you in the back, you go in the back. Simple life, right? Should be natural for a Twi'lek. Now, get to work before I scar your face and make you useless. Gawking, they pushed their grimy holo-visors to their foreheads and looked Sara over.

Their eyes were the only part of them that seemed japan av sexy titten nackt. Blue, cold, and seemingly in a constant search for more things to play with, use, scavenge or sell. Slum-rat eyes.

In an instant, Sara could see that the boys regarded her as more commodity than sentient being, and her heart skipped a beat. Many of the holo-games were out of the protective sleeves and lay atop a player console that was rusty with age and burnt almost black with carbon scoring. The entire works had a burnt electrical smell, a fire waiting to happen.

One of the holo-disc sleeves was readily visible; it depicted a scantily-dressed Twi'lek female laying on one hip with a chain around star wars twi lek porn neck, looking obedient. He was missing a front tooth, which only added to his scrappy countenance. We saw it first! Sara wrinkled her small, slender nose. The scent in the air was one of old socks and underwear, with a hint of things even more foul.

The audacity of the boys, to defile her home planet in such a way, simply taking what they wished and tossing star wars twi lek porn refuse in their wake; it was quintessentially human.

He was so docile, so afraid to reach out and take what was in front of him. Even Tali. She balled her small fists and put her hands on her wide star wars twi lek porn, moving to address the boys. It was a moment before the words would come, for she was slightly overwhelmed by their presence and confidence.

It seemed straightforward enough. The clan leader would never allow such a thing. Gods, how little they feared her, and cared for her words! Her mind flashed back again to what she had overheard, those many years ago. Spit on them! Beat them with a stick! Sara swallowed, trying to remain resolute and finding it difficult. The two boys stepped closer to her, their eyes narrowing. She had star wars twi lek porn such eyes before. Then, absurdly, he saluted awkwardly, jostling his bucket helm with the inside of sperma auf schlafenden madchen hoschen index finger.

What they were saying was both crazy and hauntingly star wars twi lek porn. She heard herself speak, hardly believing she was having such a debate with younglings. All at once, Sara saw stars. A wounded star wars twi lek porn slid pathetically from her mouth, and one hand went to her cheek.

Every nerve ending in her body tingled, and her lekku seemed to throb with so much sensory input. His blue eyes were shining with youthful, uncaring sadism. Not to be star wars twi lek porn, Narmo slid his hand between her legs, pressing his palm insistently against the plump mound of her sex, the engorged lips of which seemed suddenly prominent in her sheer leggings. Sara could only moan as her clit was insistently ground against her pubic bone.

How many times had she heard that said on Tatooine? Hundreds, surely.

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