Nova grunted something rude back at the Twi'lek's comment.  She had no intention of being turned into a whimpering little slave like the other woman.  As soon as she was free...  The return of the Devaronian distracted her from that thought, and she let out a grunt as he twisted her head back and shoved himself between her parted lips once more.  She swallowed the liquor, not having any other choice, a pleasant warmness sliding down her throat and into her stomach.<br/><br/>As he moved around behind her, she tensed, expecting the worst.  She jerked slightly as his finger slid into her, trying to escape.  To have a machine in her was one thing, to have him.  She jerked downward at the chain binding her wrists, but couldn't even budge them.  So, she clenched her teeth against the metal holding them open, and closed her eyes.  Another grunt, this one of pain, escaped her lips as she was shoved forward until her shoulders screamed in agony and her hands throbbed.  As she felt the device slide free, she tensed even more, she knew what was coming.<br/><br/>There was nothing she could do to stop him as he slammed home, his thick cock burying itself in her warm, moist, tight, depths.  She jerked again, causing her breasts to bounce slightly, but her position stopped most movement.  All she could do was take it as she was violated by this bastard, as he forced her flesh to part for him and explored her depths.  As he took his pleasure from her body.<br/><br/>She twisted her head in disgust, trying to get the Twi'lek's tongue out of her mouth, even as the bastard slammed home again with the slap of flesh on flesh.  His finger on her clit felt nice, too nice, and she shuddered as she tried to banish the feeling.  thankfully he gave it a pinch, causing her entire body to jerk in pain.  More tears welled up as she realized she was at this bastard's mercy until she could escape, not anytime soon given the bindings, or he got tired of her.<br/><br/>The thrusting was brutal and fast, their bodies slamming together.  She jerked with each thrust, her breasts bouncing, and it wasn't long before her entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat.  The sensation of the Twi'lek's tongue only made it worse.  The pleasure melded with the pain, with the humiliation and discomfort.  She would have liked nothing more than for it to have felt horrible, but as the Twi'lek kept at it, it started to feel nice.  By the time the Devaronian slammed home once more and shot his load deep within her, she was breathing heavily, trying to resist approaching her own orgasm.<br/><br/>His fluids began to leak and dribble from her as she shuddered and collapsed in her bindings.  Thankful she had held off the orgasm, but disgusted at what he had done to her, and sick at the thought of his spunk being inside of her.<br/><br/>She glared down at the Twi'lek, about ready to tell her off, when she noticed the bar slipping free.  Was the woman helping her?  She was about to ask when she heard the Devaronian.  Instead she tensed, unable to do anything but wait to see if he had noticed.