"Fun…" Shmi was stunned and didn't react as her gray robe was ripped open. Not just the robe, but even her tunic underneath was torn to the sides. She wasn't wearing any underwear. She never did.
"Nice." Asmodeus smirked as he scanned that surprisingly sexy body. Although she was covered in scars and missing her left nipple, it actually turned him on a lot more. Doing manual labor, always getting just enough food to survive and also the lack of water made her abs look a lot more 'cut' than an ordinary person.
"You're a lot hotter than I expected. I like the pubes by the way."
"Thank you, Master." She tried to calm her breathing, but her tan chest was already somewhat flushed, just like her neck and face. Without saying anything else, she removed the ripped robe and tunic on her own. Pushing it aside and sitting on the cool stone table with her bare ass.
"I'm your slave. You can do whatever you want with me."
"Since you're my slave, I can't let some other bastard have any control over your body."
He pressed on her smooth left breast and pushed her down onto her back slowly, gently. Because he was afraid of damaging her weak human body. She wasn't a trained Jedi or a Sarlacc, and he wasn't a human. Sith Purebloods are several times stronger than regular humans, even if they aren't so much bigger and taller.
"Mmn." Shmi spread her legs the moment he touched those scarred, thin but muscular thighs, "Please tell me what to do, Master."
"Will this tracker explode if I try to remove it?"
"I don't think so… It shouldn't. But be careful. I don't want you to get hurt."
"Don't worry about me. I'm not that fragile. But this will probably pinch a little."
Asmodeus looked at his sharp, claw-like black fingernails and smiled wryly. He hadn't really thought about this problem in a while, but it wasn't that big of a deal. He reached out and grabbed a random vibroblade that barely worked. Within a minute, his nails were down to smooth, rounded nubs. Then he tossed the blade back onto the table as Shmi trembled.
"Mmmmn-aaah~!" Shmi screamed as he placed his palm over her navel. The innie belly button became an outie within a few seconds of excruciating pain!
"It's kind of an obvious choice if you think about it." He snickered and then regretted removing his fingernails too soon. Well, a little more 'Force' and the BB sized tracker-bomb burst out of her bellybutton. The metal bead floated above his right hand for a moment, before he flicked it across the room, into Watto's open mouth as he drooled on the ground.
"Hold on a second. I'll be done soon."
Asmodeus poked his finger into her bloody hole and pushed all that flesh back inside. It took a few tries. Then his palm radiated that purple light again as her meat regenerated rapidly into a relatively normal-looking innie belly button again.
"How is it? Does it hurt anymore? I need to make sure I finished healing everything properly."
"Yes… No, I mean, no, I feel fine now. Thank you, Master Asmodeus."
Shmi pushed off the hard table with her elbows and looked up at that handsome face. Then she looked down at her naked body. She closed her legs with her knees dangling off the edge of the counter, but he reached down and grabbed her inner thighs, spreading them apart forcefully.
"Is there anything else?"
"This is going to hurt. But it should hurt a lot less."
"Aaaah~!" Although what he said was true, having a kidney stone removed with the Force was definitely not a pleasant experience. Even for someone who had experienced 40 years of slavery and giving birth once. However, compared to pissing it out, the process was much easier and faster. He even used that purple light to heal her scratched urethra afterwards.
"Okay, we should be good to go now!"
Fortunately although the tunic was destroyed, her long-sleeved gray robe was still intact. She just felt awkward wearing it against her bare chest and ass. The tunic was much more comfortable.
"You good? Let's go sell this shit and go home. Uh, you have a home, right?"
"Yes, Master. Even though Watto owns the house, I'm the only person who lives there. And all the furnishings inside were bought with my own money."
"I mean, even if he tried to start some shit, I don't mind finishing the job. Hahaha~! Come on, let's go~!"
Asmodeus casually carried the heavy metal box in his left hand like it was a small cooler or suitcase. Shmi was stunned for a moment and didn't move, her legs were still trembling. Of course, she was also staring at that muscular back and that long black hair, obviously she also checked out his ass in those simple brown pants.
"What're you waiting for? Come on!" A powerful 'force' pulled her towards his waving right hand, until she started walking on her own. Those brown boots touched the ground and she almost tripped. But Shmi quickly steadied herself and jogged after his back as the door opened, revealing the bright light outside the junk shop.
"You have to tell me where to go, because I have no fucking clue."
Shmi struggled not to laugh, looking around at the empty, dusty orangish-yellow street. The beige buildings that seemed to be made of sandstone. There were some large towers in the distance, above the small buildings nearby. And starships could be seen taking off or landing, since there was literally a Spaceport in the city.
"This way. We should go to Kmilly's Scrapyard first. She's a Zabrak and doesn't like to bargain, but she's also much more honorable than most traders around here."
"Sounds good to me."
"Mon Toluni is a Twi'lek smuggler, but he also has ties with the Hutt Cartel. If you want to trade weapons, it's best to go to him. He's an acquaintance at least."
"Gotcha."
"Kal Slen is a Munn who has ties to the Banking Guild, so if you want to exchange credits for another currency, he's the best choice. Though he will definitely try to cheat us."
"Unless he's Darth Plagueis, he ain't cheating shit."
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