Power comes from wealth.

[Enos]

Omi sighed. Sitting in a booth in the lower section of the Hutt dreadnought she had lived on for 2 years now. A tight yet loose feeling outfit clung to her dancer form. She leaned back into the soft dark purple cousins of the booth seat and took a long gulp of her drink. The mead here on this level was cheap and almost tasteless. But it did the job getting her drunk. She looked around the room, all the other dancers were all with a guest they were entertaining. But not her. She may be a slave here but there is NO WAY she is going to act like she is someones plaything.

Looking across the table she saw someone coming her way. A fellow slave.. Ahhh.. she hated think of herself like that. Either way the girl was getting closer and Omi felt like she was bearing bad news. The stress seeped through even effecting her in a drunk state. She took the bottle and placed it to her lips drinking back enough so she could have a straight face when the girl arrived.

"Hello.. Omi.. You are needed in the main room." The Cathar slave said. "Oh?" She set down the bottle. "Who needs me?" She asked in an annoyed tone. "The Queen... She umm.. requested you personally.." The Cathar looked down. "WHAT?? No! I.. Ahh! I didn't know she was coming on board today!" She said glaring daggers at the bottle of mead she just drunk.

How could I be so dumb!

She stood from the booth and got out. Exchanging glances at her Cathar friend as she was led into the main room.. Praying this wasn't for the reason she though...

[member="Queen Popara"]

 

[Queen Popara]

How much she enjoyed going there. In that ship, controlled by the Hutt Cartel, lordas and other Hutts were free to enjoy themselves with their slaves and pets, deal and enforcers, guarded by champions and mercenaries. When she arrived, Hutts turned to look upon her, she was Popara of the Anjiliac, Queen by her own design, and ruled what now was the most successful operations as the head of a kajidic compared to all other clans. Now, Popara sat in the head of the table when the Hutt Grand Council met, she told them what to do, for she ruled the Underlevels of Coruscant.

Had the Smuggler’s Run taken by the throat, possessed properties over at Nar Shaddaa, took her spice traffic into many ORC planets that were without the proper rule. And was even capable of scaring fellow Hutts when she laid her big eyes to their planets and deals.

In her hoverboard, that resembled a imense throne, Popara floated to her private chamber in that ship, where a small court of sycophants and servants awaited. Followed by her two majordomos, Draper the Umbaran and Bilbo the Zygerrian, with two of her gamorreans guards and her champion, Bor, a big and cruel dark Dashade. As she walked inside, Popara held Bulbo, her frog dog in her left hand, caressing the animal and shouting out loud, her voice translated by a device in her necklace.

“Music!”, and the music was turned on, “Drink!”, and a servant came with a giant coup filled with cherry, “Food!”, another one in the other side with a huge bucket of dead and live small animals. Herself grabbing a chubba and tossing inside her mouth, and she chew the small pet. “Dancers!”

[member="Omi Henata"]

 

[Enos]

Omi arrived at her quarters. Still a little tipsy from her binge drinking she had began but never finished. A hurried expression was spread over the face of the slave leading her to the room where she was going. Looking through the hallways Omi noticed where they had began to go. The second floor. Where she had originally started here, but after standing up for another dancer who shamed the Hutt Cartel she was sent to be a slave in the lower sections. She once again looked over herself. In a tight bikini that felt like it was seconds away from bursting off, piercings and tattoos put on her to make her on lookers think she wanted them instead of vice versa. She frowned and continued to follow.

Omi and the Cathar appeared in the room a minute latter. A fat no good Hutt was sitting on a hover device the size of a throne. Defiantly one of the more well known Hutts. She looked over the slime that slide down from her mouth and the tail coated in a thick layer of ooze. She covered her nose and took a breath before taking her hand away and approaching the throne.

"This is Omi Henata, one of the best slave dancers here. I hope she will be to your liking" The Cathar said with a small smile yet not daring to look the Hutt in the eyes. Omi realized that she would have to pull out all the stops in order to please this slug. As soon as the Cathar made her way to the side Omi began.

Slowly matching the music she ran her hands down her headtails, down her stomach over her piercings and to her hips. As she did this she slowly lowered herself to the ground moving her hips side to side as she sunk. She sunk until she felt the cold floor against her backside then ran her hands quickly back up to her head tails and sprung up into a jump. Her legs doing the full splits in the air and landing on her left foot. Her body jiggling as she landed with a smile.

"I am here to please you Master..." She said holding the fake grin balancing on her leg in the ending pose.
[member="Queen Popara"]

 

[Queen Popara]

Her hand went to the bucket, grabbing a huge amount of live bugs and bringing them to her mouth, dumping them all inside and barely chewing them before swallowing them all. The Queen grabbed a small, fat porg next, that shouted and screamed not to get eaten and ripped his head off, spitting the head next to that slaves feet, bitterly saying in huttese, a language translated immediately by her ruby necklace.

“Dance!”, and she swallowed the porgs body, grabbing another, one that was probably a small baby, doing the same with it. Her thick grayish drool, dangling in the side of her lips while she eat and shouted at the cathar, tossing a bone in his body. “Bring some male dancers as well, or i shall have my Bulbo eat your eyes.”, with that, her frog dog barked and growled in his direction, while her majordomo, the Umbaran, banged his metal cane in the floor, ordering the dancer.

“You heard His Majesty, dance, slave!”, Popara laughed, a slow and cruel sound, still eating her porgs, Popara hated those stupid slaves that were not properly broken yet, she loved breaking them while embracing them with her body while mating with them in her palace, slapping them and beating them up so they learn their places in society, raising her fat arm and calling her Zygerrian servant, saying slowly to him.

“Bring me something bigger. Like a ewok or a baby gungam.”, the alien nodded and went to speak with the Cathar. Popara hated those damn feline races, they were stupid and were not as tasty as cats. She knew that, she had tasted them all. Calmly, her big eyes were back to the slave, while music started and her obesity was starting to get bored.

[member="Omi Henata"]

 

[Enos]

Omi did another routine. Swaying with perfection despite her drunken state.

These stupid Hutts. She thought to herself as she was dancing. Looking at the grey ooze that was spread all over the Hutts disgusting body. They have no respect for other living things at all. All they do is spit on those weaker then them and then take everything they have.

Suddenly the music ended and Omi looked over to her Cathar friend. She gave Omi a small smile just as another bone went flying her way. The cat lady almost being hit in the head. Just then another group came into view. Two of the male dancers.

Well.. I suppose I am being relived of duty for now Omi thought with a smile. She began to walk away only to hear shouts from the Hutt and a hand grabbing her shoulder. Before she knew it she was being pulled to the throne and forced in front of the Hutt. The smell penetrating her nostrils and making her gag. Kneeling in a wet pool of the Hutts slime Omi felt fear rush through every section of her body. These aliens were ruthless and hated to see slaves that thought for themselves. Omi only could hope what happened next was not what she was sure to happen.

[member="Queen Popara"]

 

[Queen Popara]

Popara had little love for dancing. She herself did not danced as other females, so she saw the practice as a thing that should be done by slaves, not by her superior race, after all, those thrash filthy slaves were the ones that deserved to work and sweat in that kind of job. Eating and drinking as she saw the twi’lek dancing with other two male zeltros, Popara smiled and spit the head of a porg next to her feet.

“Interesting…”, the Queen said to herself and when the music stopped, Popara made a gesture to her Zygerrian majordomo to bring the girl in front of her. “Now.”, she said, watching as the gamorrean guards kneeled the girl in front of her immense throne. Her big yellow red eyes watching that sweat in that beautiful alien skin, imagining how tasty that would be if mixed with cheese sauce, almost tasting the delicious meat of those lekkus dipped in sauce and devoured by her wonderful person.

“You…”, saying her necklace translated it all, but not when her hand went to the bowl of animals like a lightning to strike the girl with a smack in her cheek, “I did not said for you to stop dancing, filth. Get your tentacles there and please me more.”

[member="Omi Henata"]

 

[Enos]

Omi was shocked and completely unsure of what to do, all the annoyance in her mind had shifted to fear. As the slimy creature shouted commands Omi's heart jumped. The guard took her and throw her back onto the floor. The male dancers were told to leave the room, leaving Omi laying in the center of the floor, alone. Looking back over to the large monster on the throne as it bit into another head, the snapping and crunching of bones echoed throw the room. Omi was completely lost. Her earlier seductive dancing didn't do the trick, and the latter elegant dancing didn't either.

She was unsure of what would keep the Queen from eating her. She looked down at the porg head. Suddenly a putrid idea came into her head. The small pool of blood formed around the head. And the way the Queen was devouring these animals made her stomach feel queasy, but also showed that the Queen liked the taste of them.. With a spur of the moment move Omi picked up the dripping head and started to rub it along her lekku's.

"As you wish my Queen." Omi said in a submissive tone continuing to rub the blood over her headtails. The smell of the Queen alone made Omi want to yack but the smell of the blood was much worse. Hutts.. disgusting creatures. But maybe, just maybe Omi's plan was enough to keep her from being next on the menu. By getting as close to on the menu as she could without being a course. Omi held her blood soaked lekku in her hands and held it up to the master. "Would you like a taste?" She said with a glint in her eyes.

 

[Enos]

[member="Queen Popara"]