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Chapter 1 - A Debt

Writer's picture: Kara RenKara Ren

"Girl! Where is my drink?"

"Right here, Master." I bow my head and curtsy as I hand my Master his drink. It's the same glass of Corellian whiskey that he drinks every night. He's on his third one, which means I'll be pulled into his lap or pushed onto my knees soon.

"Lazy bitch."

Master is in a fowler mood than usual tonight. I don't know what has upset him this evening but I do know that he will use my body to make himself feel better. It's been like this for years since he won me off of my last Master. And I much preferred my last Master.

"I'm sorry, Master. Can I get you anything else?"

His hand reaches out and I'm pulled down into his lap. I yelp in surprise even though I am not surprised at all. My Master's hand that is not holding his drink, turns my body so that I am straddling him as I face his hideous face. He is old and fat and can't get his dick up half the time. Yet somehow, it is always my fault, and on those nights, I receive a beating instead of having to fuck him. I much prefer the beatings, if I'm honest.

My body has never betrayed me with my Master. I have never enjoyed the act of the forced fuckings I have to endure from this man. I am however immensely grateful that shortly after he acquired me he had an implant put in me to keep me from becoming with child. At least there is that.

My Master's hand wanders my body as I sit in his lap, facing him with my hands clasped behind my back. My uniform is nothing more than a black bikini and a metal collar. The top clasps in the front and, has no straps and falls down quite a bit since I am unfortunately well endowed in the chest region. My bottom is a black tongue that constantly rides too deep in my ass and barely covers my sex in the front. But when Master is in a mood, I am forced to walk around completely naked, and on those days, he usually takes my body over every surface in the house. And then the next day I cannot walk properly. The worst days, he doesn't allow me to shower or clean myself up, and I reek of his cum as it sits dried and yet still sticky between my legs.

At night when I am chained to his bed and he wakes up in the middle of the night to grunt on top of me until he can sleep I pray for death. Death is the only way out for a slave in this galaxy. Even though slaves are outlawed, it doesn't stop people like my Master from owning them. There was another girl here when I arrived, but within a couple of months of my arrival, she was dead. She tried to escape, and my Master tortured her to death and made me watch. As much as I sought death, I did not seek the pain that would come with it.

Master leans forward and places his lips on my neck as his hand unclasps my top. He pulls it away and tosses it on the floor next to his large chair. I watch him with dead eyes as he finishes his drink and sets the glass on the table.

"Refill my drink and bring the bottle."

"Yes, Master."

I stand up and walk to the bar on the back wall, where I retrieve the bottle. Images of bashing him in the head flash through my mind. But I am weak and have no upper body strength, not enough to defeat him anyway. I walk back over to my Master and fill his glass before setting the bottle next to the glass.

"Strip."

I push my thong down and step out of it so that I am now solely in my collar, which is never removed. I have been wearing it for so many years that I do not remember ever being without it, and I hardly notice its presence most days. My Master pats his thigh, and I climb back into his chair and onto his lap. I am careful not to touch him without permission, so I place my hands behind my back again and thread my fingers through each other.

"Hmm. I think you're the best purchase I have ever made, girl." My Master sets his glass down again, and his hands grip my sides. He pulls me forward, and I immediately feel his hardness through his pants as it brushes against me.

His rough, calloused hands do nothing but make me want to vomit. His old and weathered face has the same effect. And his breath constantly stinks of whiskey and old meat. I close my eyes and bite my cheeks as his hands begin to wander more. I feel his finger slide into my folds as he tries to cause an arousal in me. But he never will. I will never allow my body to feel more than disdain and disgust for the man I am perched on top of.

As he pushes a fat finger deep inside of me, I fight the urge to wince or show any kind of reaction. My pussy is dry as Tatooine as he begins to finger me in a rough manner. And even if he were attractive I would be a desert because he had no idea how to touch a woman's body. And yet, he is the only man to have ever touched me in such a manner.

Two years ago, my old Master, Master Gerrick, had a bad string of luck at the poker tables on Canto Bight. In his desperation, he bet me hoping he could bluff his way out of it. When he lost, I could see that he was crushed. But I had been a slave since I could remember walking, and Gerrick was not the first Master to lose me. I had been a house slave most of my life. Cooking, cleaning, and tending to wounds was my job. I had received medical training as an early teen when my Master then decided I would accompany him on his missions. He was a bounty hunter and got injured a lot. So I learned all I could about bandaging every class of wound.

When the bounty hunter was killed I transferred to the man that killed him but he had no use for a slave and sold me to a woman who forced me to clean her large home on Corellia and look after her children. A few years later, Master Gerrick acquired me. I am not completely sure how but I believe he paid a handsome sum of credits for me. I was never forced to cook or clean unless I wanted to. I was more of a companion to the old man. And even though I was forced to sleep in his bed every night, he never laid a hand on me more than what you would consider a cuddle. Late at night, he would pull my body to his and hold me tight as he slept. And his hands never wandered past my waist or my hair.

How I missed Master Gerrick on days like today. Actually, I missed Master Gerrick every day since I was bet in a poker hand and transferred to this disgusting monster of a man underneath me. I knew that he never meant to lose me as I was dragged away. I kicked and screamed to be let go. I didn't want to go to my new Master whose name I refused to learn. I blocked it out when he told me. When I was dragged aboard his shuttle, he ordered his pilot to take off immediately as I fought to get off the ship.

Master didn't like that, and I received my first beating that night. Then he ripped my nice dress that Master Gerrick had given me, and my new Master forced himself on me. I had never been with a man before, and I fought him until he punched me in the head, almost knocking me unconscious. Then I laid there and cried as he took me over and over again. It went on for days, and eventually, my spirit was broken. Now I walked around my Master's home in a bikini and serviced him whenever he beckoned.

When I caught the occasional glimpse of myself in the mirror, I didn't recognize the girl looking back at me. Her eyes were dull and hollow, with large black bags underneath them. And the occasional black eye as well, like the one I sported at the moment. My body was much thinner now since I was only fed every other day when Master actually remembered to feed me. I did no labor so my muscles had grown weak without use. And as I caught my reflection in the mirror behind the bar I hated the person staring back at me and would have given the world to belong to Master Gerrick again. At least he had been kind.

"Take it out," Master growled at me as he fondled my breast with one of his scratchy hands.

While the other continued to dig around inside of me. I brought my hands to the front of my body and undid Master's belt. He raised his ass, and I pulled his pants down for him, freeing his erection from its confines. I have done this routine a million times. I spit on my hand and start to stroke my Master to get him fully hard. I hope tonight I am not successful. But as he hardens in my hand I know that he has not had enough whiskey to hinder his performance.

Master lifts my hips up and I know I am to line him up with my core and I do. Once the tip of his erection is seated at my hole he shoves me down onto him and lets out a groan as if it is the greatest pleasure he has ever experienced. I know the rhythm my Master enjoys and I begin to move my hips for him as he grips my protruding hip bones with his disgusting hands. More noises come from him and I'm hoping that he comes quickly tonight.

"You're fucking useless unless my cock is in you." His left hand grips my chin and makes me look him in the eyes. "You should thank me everytime I fuck you."

"Thank you Master."

"You're only worth the price your pussy would bring. Nice tight little pussy. I should rent it out to my associates. I bet I could make a nice income off of your pussy."

I do not respond and Master grips my hips again and starts to thrust up into me but only for a moment. When I see the glint in his eye I know that I am in for a long night. He pushes me backwards and I fall to my back on the hard tile floor, my skull smacking the stone and causing stars in my vision. Master stands and takes his bottle and glass to his other chair. This one has no arms and I know what he wants when he sits down and beckons me with a finger.

I crawl to him because I know better than to stand right now. I crawl up to his lap and sheath his dick inside of me again. There is a table in front of the chair and as I straddle him I lean back until my hands meet the table. At the angle I am at, my Master can watch his dick as it slides in and out of me. He leans back and sips his drink as I bounce slowly on top of him. He wants this to last all night. His hand not holding his drink drags across my body until his thumb lands near my clit. Not on it, just near it. He never quite hits the right spot and I'm fine with it. I've never had an orgasm in my life and I'm completely fine not experiencing pleasure if this is the only man that can offer it to me.

A loud crash causes me to jump but Master sets his glass down and holds me in place on his cock. I hear the sound of heavy boots as they echo through the house. The door to the den that we are in is kicked open and I can only look over my shoulder as seven men enter the room. Six are dressed all in black with helmets to cover their faces. The seventh man is in the front with a helmet that is silver with a red symbol in the middle. He has no shirt on and his bare chest is scarred deeply. His legs are covered in loose black pants and boots that almost reach his knees. A tattered cape is around his neck and flows freely behind him.

"Well what the fuck do we have here?" The man in the silver mask and no shirt speaks.

"Ren. What the fuck are you doing here?" My Master growls at the man before he slaps my face that is looking at the men. "No one told you to stop bitch."

"I'm sorry, Master." I whisper and turn back to see his angry glare as I begin to fuck him again. I should be used to it by now since I've hand to fuck him in front of people before but this time feels different. I close my eyes as the tears well and I concentrate on my movements, not wanting another slap.

"Master?" I hear the voice of the man my Master called Ren.

"What do you want, Ren?" I hear my Master growl at him while he starts to thrust up out of his chair and into me. His hands grip my hips and I hear boot steps move around us as if we are being surrounded.

I dare to peak and there are two men standing behind my Master. Their helmets are tipped down and I know they are watching me. I know where their eyes are focused and I feel the tears trail down my cheek as I close my eyes again. I just have to get through this. I wish Master would push me off of him so that I can cower on the floor. I have never felt fear like the fear I am feeling of the seven large men around me. Some of their helmets are terrifying and send chills running down my spine.

"Tell me why the girl called you Master and I'll tell you why I came to your beautiful home." Ren says in a cocky tone.

"She's my slave. What else is she supposed to call me?" My Master snaps at Ren.

"Hmm." Ren speaks from just next to me and I feel a hand brush over my cheek. "She is a pretty little thing. It's too bad you rearranged her face recently."

"Don't touch her!" Master shouts and I get my wish as I am shoved off of his lap and to the floor. "Bitch, pull your uniform on!" Master shouts down at me and I receive a kick to my ribs.

I open my eyes to see one of the men tilt his head as he stares down at me. I roll to my hands and knees and crawl to the chair from earlier and pull my thong on before fastening my top around my breasts. I stay seated on my knees and face my Master as I try to not cry from the pain in my ribs.

"How did you acquire a slave, Yhelra?" Ren asks my Master.

"I won the bitch in a game of poker from her previous Master." Master scoffs and finishes tucking himself away. "Now what the fuck do you want?"

"You owe me money. I want my money."

"I don't owe you shit, Ren. We've been done for months."

"See that's the thing." Ren walks over to the card table in the corner and sits in the chair in the corner. "You gave us defective parts. You gave us defective weapons. And when the people I sold them to came back to me for credits I couldn't risk my reputation. That's where you come in. You sold me the defective items. So you owe me the credits for them."

"How much?" Master sits back in his seat and pours himself a generous glass of whiskey as he looks at me and beacons me with a finger. I crawl over to him as the men speak.

"Ten thousand credits." Ren answers as he begins to fiddle with the deck of cards on the table.

Master sputters and chokes on his whiskey as I settle between his spread feet and pull my knees to my chest. His hand strokes my hair roughly as he speaks to Ren. "I'm not giving you ten thousand credits. You only paid five for the merchandise."

"Yes, well interest and the fact that I had to come all the way over here to get my money." Ren laughs and his men shift around him. "Tell you what since you like the tables so much I'll play you for it."

"What?"

"I'll play you for it. One hand. If you win I'll leave."

"And if you win, Ren?"

His helmet turns to me. "I get my money….and her."

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