A/N- Happy New Year's everyone, I wish you and your families to stay healthy and prosperous. May we all live with joy and innocence!
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In the dark, smelly tent, a middle-aged woman was tied to a simple wooden frame. Leather straps held her wrists in place, while her legs were spread apart. On her face were a few bleeding gashes and a busted upper lip. Her dark-brown hair was laying messily across her strong back.
There were lashes and cane scars from her childhood, but also some fresh bleeding wounds from more recently. Especially her reddened ass cheeks and the back of her thighs. The woman opened her tired brown eyes as she saw those disgusting Tusken bastards again…
"Human… Drink."
"E chu ta!"
The woman took a sip of water and spat it in that scary masked face. Causing some of the other Tuskens to start laughing. Of course, the man who was spat on, walked around behind her back and turned to the others, "I'm first."
"Go!"
"Rape!"
"Euuuhuhuhu~!" Well, one of them was laughing like a walrus.
"Just do it already!" The woman shouted angrily, "What're you waiting for?! Do it!"
Instead of the pleasure she desired, all she got was some more boring torture. The robed men and women lashed her body, or struck her with blunt instruments. It hurt… But it wasn't what she wanted.
In the end, they even cleaned up her wounds a bit and forced her to put on some clothes. She was exhausted, dehydrated, starving and… Bored. Being left alone in that empty hut all night and day, with nothing to do other than wait for a little more 'humiliation' and pain. Unfortunately, she was a slave all her life. Being naked, ridiculed, beaten, these were just normal occurrences.
"Poodoo…"
The woman opened her eyes again, but this time she wasn't tied up anymore. She was laying under a brown blanket on a small bed that barely fit her fairly short height. Pushing it off to the side, her slightly sweaty body was revealed. There were scars across her slightly defined abs, even those breasts. The left nipple was completely missing. Bitten off by a womp rat a long time ago. Her neck and face were unmarred though, at least not from scars. Just the usual weathering of living as a human on Tatooine for so many years.
As far as appearances were concerned, she wasn't particularly amazing. Even hideous by some Species aesthetic standards. Looking up at the beige stone ceiling blankly, the woman sighed and reached down, feeling those curly brown hairs. She dug her fingers into the messy pubes and gripped, pulling them upwards a bit.
"I need to trim… But why bother?"
She murmured to herself, extending her fingers down further. That protective skin sheathe was somewhat dry and chapped. It actually stung a bit when she fiddled with it. Eventually she stopped, instead reaching down to those sticky pink labia. They were also sensitive and a little sore.
"I hate sand." The woman pulled out a few grains that were actually stuck inside as she spread her legs and lips open, "It gets everywhere."
She heard some movement and looked back towards the round-headed reddish-brown door. Fortunately she remembered to lock it…
"Ani should be busy." The room wasn't too brightly lit. The windows were near the ceiling ahead of her and extremely small. However, on Tatooine, which is almost always bright and sunny, even that little bit was enough.
She reached back and grabbed a small brown jug from the end-table behind her pillow, taking a small sip as she inclined a bit to avoid choking. Putting the warm water back, she reached behind her head again and grabbed a small disk that fit in the palm of her calloused hand. She pressed some buttons and a holographic blue image was displayed.
"No~!"
"Oop!" She quickly turned off the sound, then turned it up very slightly once she realized that her son didn't seem to hear anything. In the holographic video was a young and beautiful human woman. Though it was hard to tell with the blue filter.
"Please, don't do this! I have money!"
"We'll take your money too. But first…"
"Aaah~!"
Although it was a little over-dramatized, she had seen the 'real thing' countless times in her long life as a slave. She couldn't help remembering her own mother for a moment…
"I'm such a piece of Bantha poodoo…"
Then she sucked on her fingers and started rubbing her sore clit. Spread those sticky lips and thrust as deep as she could into those creamy depths. She grunted and groaned, trying to find the right spot, but it just didn't feel good enough. She wanted more.
"Mom! I'm going out!"
"Okay, Ani! Be careful! Love you!"
She stopped for a moment, then heard the door close and continued a lot harder, rougher. Until it hurt too much and didn't feel good enough to keep going. The girl in the video was tied to a frame and being raped by a bunch of 'Tuskens' but they were just humans and Twi'leks in the end.
"I need to stop procrastinating."
Eventually she couldn't get off. Feeling irritated and unsatisfied, but also… Numb. This was the way it's always been, her entire life.
*Diii~!*
She quickly turned off the video and picked up the comm link behind her pillow. The moment she turned it on, she heard an obnoxious masculine voice.
"Shmi! You ugly Schutta! When are those damn holoprojectors going to be fixed?!"
"Just finished them now, Boss. I'll be over in a moment."
"Hurry up! You're lucky you have such a useful son!"
"Yes… Boss. I know…"
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