Some people are born to politicians, groomed to become successful. Others are born to businessmen, granted wealth for their own lives. To soldiers, raised with honor and instilled with discipline. I was raised by a humble pair of farmers, who worked insanely hard to give me a better life. 

My dad and mom took turns studying my textbooks, and teaching me far ahead of my classes, until I had such good grades that I received a scholarship to go to an academy on Coruscant. 

Life there was insane, especially when during the first year, the Republic was transformed into the Empire. But I excelled in my studies, and watched from the sidelines as the government underwent drastic changes.
 
I felt so judged, my outer rim accent was ridiculed, and any mistake I made was easy focus for all the humans from the core worlds who went there. But even still, I was fetishized by all the male students for my beauty as a twi'lek. 

The changes were slow, but as the imperial decrees and changes from the Republic took place, the new classes in the academy were more and more human. Less and less students were within alien demographics. The same was true of newly hired staff. Slowly, the empire was becoming more human centric, I tried to ignore what that could mean for me.

I met a guy, most of the guys had a crush on the only exotic twi'lek in their class. But this one guy was different. He was the son of a mid rim world governor. He had status, a kind heart, and an intelligent mind. We started dating, studying together, hanging out all the time. It was perfect. 

I even slept over in his dorm room, losing my virginity to him. The romantic and farmers daughter in me saw this as a love story where a powerful rich man lifts me from poverty. We both laughed when he came in less than a minute. Being understanding, I told him I didn't mind. And him being eager and kind, he used his mouth on me, until he was ready for a longer, more exciting round two. 

Everything was going great. School was good, my boyfriend loved me, my family was even having a good harvest. I couldn't have asked for a better life. Especially with my boyfriend talking about marriage. 

Then one day, I entered my dorm room. And on the couch I saw a middle aged man. My heart pounded in fear, and I almost bolted back out the door. 

"Hello, I'm your boyfriend's father." I felt my fear slightly die down, but still backed towards my exit. Then two men grabbed me from behind and pressed a cloth soaked in some sort of chemical into my face. 

"I'm sorry, but in this empire, as a governor, I can't allow my son to date such an inferior species. It's time for you to disappear." 

I felt my muscles going limp. I couldn't muster up the strength to even speak. My last thoughts before blacking out were "No, gotta escape...." 

I woke up in a small cage, with a shock collar around my neck, and a hard ball stuffed and strapped into my mouth, gagging me. I was completely naked except for that collar. I was in a small, dark room, and whenever I moved, I could hear the metal of my cage joints grating together. This high pitched metal scratching metal sound was coming from elsewhere in the room as well. I made the guess that there were other people in cages here. 

I had become a victim of twi'lek trafficking. I wondered what would happen to me? Were police investigating? Would I get justice and be rescued? What were my parents doing? What about my boyfriend? Or other friends? Why was I even here?

I hoped it was a nightmare, that I could wake up any moment in the warm bed back on Coruscant. 

Instead I met the slave trainers. 

The small room lit up, and I saw the other cages, filled with other naked twi'lek women. All wearing the same ball gag and shock collar. Our different skin tones and whimpers of fear only seemed to excite the men entering the room, holding cattle prods, with blasters strapped to their belt. 

The weeks that followed were hell. 

At first, it was their duty to break our will. The orders would come. Get on our knees, open our mouths, masturbate, suck this dildo, do squats, abuse another slave. Any failure at all to comply with their orders resulted in harsh punishment. Electric shocks, hot wax, spankings, even pinching our lekku, anything to inflict pain without damaging the goods. 

We all became submissive and obedient rather quickly. One of the biggest reasons twi'lek women were subjugated for slavery and sex work was our tendency to be easily submissive. Yes, we had a variety of beautiful vibrant colors for skin tones. Yes, our species was generally healthy, fit, and developed great curves. Yes, we had beautiful voices, and made for great performers. Yes, we came from a traditional society that made many of us great as wives. But more than that, it was almost a biological fact that twi'leks just submitted easily. 

Crawling around the floor, naked, on all fours, in front of my trainers, unable to refuse orders, I felt my arousal running down my thighs. Every twi'lek in the room had this same trait. This abuse, training to become sex toys, being submissive and humiliated, it was making us horny. 

After our arousal was high, and we were obedient. We started learning skills. We stopped living in cages, and went to another room with beds. Our collars were attached by a chain to a sturdy pole in the middle of the room. We were instructed on how to dance by an experienced twi'lek slave. We practiced our sexual skills on droids with dildos. How to suck a dick properly, maintaining eye contact, being sloppy, using your hands. We practiced riding in different ways, practiced how to do doggy style, how to talk dirty, how to appease our masters in every sexual act. 

The skill training continued. We learned to cook. Learned to clean. Learned anything that may be expected of a sex slave. 

Then we entered the last phase. We learned obedience, skills, and now was loyalty. Each twi'lek slave was put into a group with a trainer, 5 slaves in a group. We slept in a room, on the floor, and our trainer had the bed. We spent everyday pleasuring him and making sure to proactively do whatever he wanted. Two slaves made him breakfast while two others sucked his dick, and the third gave him a massage. Security droids were always in the room to ensure we didn't try to harm him. 

The final test was when police officers arrived. Arrested him, and told us we could go free. I knew it was too good to be true, but I went forward anyway. The other girls knew better. 

It was all a setup. The girls who refused, and stuck up for their master were rewarded. They got a gourmet meal, amazing sex, and got moved to the most lavish living conditions we had seen, ready to wait for a master to buy them in an auction. 

I got to go to retraining. I spent a week in bondage. I got my holes used and abused. A sadistic man played with me. My nipples were clamped. My ass was whipped. I went through tickle torture, more blowjob lessons, this time on a real dick, not a comfortable silicone toy. By the end of the week, another police officer came into the dungeon. He told me I was safe and could leave. I told him I loved being a slave and never wanted to leave. 

I joined my sister slaves, ready to be sold, and got to sleep unchained, in actual beds, eating actual food. 

I didn't stay long. Turns out I didn't need to wait for an order or auction, I already had been selected for purchase. 

I was flown from whatever planet I had lived on for weeks, and arrived at another planet I didn't recognize. I realized my new master must be wealthy, as he had a large palace on this planet. 

I found myself shaking with rage, we I stepped out of the shuttle and saw my old boyfriends dad standing their, smirking as my nude body walked towards him, and my trainer handed him the control for my shock collar. 

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[F4M] The life of a twi'lek sex slave. (BDSM and race play theme warning)