The Twi'lek takes, perhaps, longer than is necessary to clean Nova, gently stroking her ears and then moving to her burning shoulders and arms. She whispers again to Nova, "Ride the storm, don't fight it."<br/><br/>The Devaronian comes back from the bar taking a pull from a bottle. Pushing the Twi'lek out of his way with his foot, he stands over Nova. "This is what you got, right? Corellian pure?" He takes another pull. "You want some?" He pulls her chin up and puts his cock back in her mouth and pours. The 180 proof liquor rolls down his cock before it hits her throat and he chuckles. He pulls his cock out and smacks her before he bulls his way between Nova and the Twi'lek and walks behind her. "Finish," he commands the Twi'lek.<br/><br/>Nova feels him close behind her, feels his heat in the cool room. "How are we doing back here?" He touches her, sliding a finger in with the device. "Yeah, little whore loves this, don't you?" He lays across her back, his cock in the cleft her ass, to grunt the last in her ear and tickle it with his tongue. The Twi'lek's hand is in Nova's hair on the other side, pulling something. He pushes her forward to the full extension of the chains, wrenching her arms over her head and back painfully.<br/><br/>The device comes free of Nova. With his weight still on her, Nova can't move as she feels something else enter. His hands move to her hips and pull her back, relieving the pain in her shoulders. The Twi'lek follows her up, and whispers quickly, "Ride it," before putting her tongue in Nova's mouth again. The ring is loosened. His next thrust pitches the Twi'lek backwards and jerks Nova arms back again. He lets out a hearty laugh. "Okay, slut, you want a piece of her?" He wraps a hand around Nova's throat pulls her almost upright.<br/><br/>Her knees spread by the bar, she is force to straddle him as he's kneeling behind her. Her arms in front of her, pointed to the ceiling, lifting her breasts invitingly. Nothing conceals his cock inside her, bouncing her with every thrust. He reaches his other hand across to press and pull on her clit, "See, blue, all these human bitches, they want to be like you. That's why they shave everything," he accentuates with a painful pinch to that undefended nerve cluster and Nova rises involuntarily. "Yeah, that's it! My new little whore likes it. I'm gonna make you grow this out, see if matches the drapes. But if you're gonna look like a Twi'lek, you're gonna see what one Twi'lek does when her master's fuckin' another one." He snaps his fingers and blue, as he calls her, comes forward and begins to lick Nova as he thrusts.<br/><br/>"Yeah, like that," he growls, "get that ass over here." The Twi'lek turns her body and he uses his free hand, the one that was on Nova's sex, to masturbate her blue opening. He occasionally pulls out of Nova "Yeah, suck it, you little blue slut. And you like my hand in your blue cunt, don't you? What do you think, red? Should I stick it in her and try to make little purple babies? Nah. Put it back in blue, let me make some pink ones." He thrusts for a few more minutes before burying himself in Nova and coming again. "Clean me off," he says pulling out of Nova, still underneath her. She does. "And then clean her out. I gotta piss." He stands up and walks away as the Twi'lek goes down on Nova.<br/><br/>Nova feels the Twi'lek concentrating on her pearl. She starts to tongue letters of Galactic Standard; P-L-E-A-S-E-H-E-L-P-M-E. She looks up into Nova's eyes pleading as the bar slips free of its restraint on the floor.<br/><br/>"I just had a better idea," the Devaronian chuckles coming back far too soon to have relieved himself.<br/>