Of all the Hutts in the galaxy, Jabba was one of the most diabolical. Dangerous and cruel, the crime lord liked to be entertained almost constantly, especially when residing in his palace on Tatooine. You should know, you’ve been here for a long while, forced into servitude after being captured by a few of his bounty hunters. You own fault for angering the Hutt.
Tonight, you had the pleasure of entertaining the giant slug, dressed in the revealing bikini outfit you had no choice to wear, the metal collar around your neck chaffing as Jabba held the chain connected to it. He gave you enough slack for you perform in the middle of the room, dancing to the music the live band was playing. But you wasn’t dancing alone this time. Jabba had a new pet, the young former Princess Leia dressed in the gold bikini. She was new, captured after attempting to rescue her friend Hand Solo. She wasn’t accustomed to performing for a crowds entertainment. And their audience was eager for entertainment.
“This is disgusting” Leia whispered, shuffling as close to you as she could as you danced together, her eyes scanning the crowd looking for an escape.
“Just do what they want” you advised, putting on a show with a fake smile, leading the girl around the floor. The crowd jeered as you moved together, hungry eyes on you both. Jabba grinned, yanking the chains in a suggestive prod. You had learnt to interpret Jabba’s expectations, quickly turning Leia around so you could grind up behind her. “Follow my lead. Trust me” she whispered.
Leia wasn’t comfortable with any of this, the hundred eyes on her, the metal outfit digging into her flesh, the chain wrapped around her neck, the sick crime lord drooling over her, your sexy body rubbing against her. Your performance turned into a lap dance, the two of you moving against each other in a seductive manner. Leia was a fast learner, falling into rhythm as she weaved and rubbed against you, your arms intertwined running over each other. If you didn’t have a large audience, it might’ve been really hot and sexy. As it stood, it felt horrible and sickening, like you were being exploited.
It got worse when your performance lead to you both facing each other, your chests pressed together, hips rocking together. You were starting to get carried away as your groins connected, the bikinis grinding together bringing a hint of pleasure. Jabba noticed your breathless expressions on both your faces, chuckling hungrily as he yanked on your chain, pulling you closer to the Princess. You tried to resist, but you daren’t disobey Jabba the Hutt. So, reluctantly, you and Leia locked eyes and forced yourselves to kiss.
The crowd cheered when you started making out, goading you both into becoming more passionate and lustful. The dancing stopped and the grinding turned to fucking, your hands stroking and caressing each other’s skin, squeezing your breasts while you pressed against her crotch. Before you knew it, your fingers were slipping into her bikini to finger the Princess, listening to her moan into your kiss, her fingers pulling your bra away to squeeze your boobs. Jabba certainly enjoyed the sexy show, pulling both your chains towards him so he could get a closer look. Leia stumbled on her feet as she shuffled to his podium, catching up as you were dragged on top of her. You continued to pleasure her ignoring the stench of Jabba’s breath drifting over your skin as he hummed with approval. If he pulled you any closer you both would be fucking against his blobby fat.
Maybe that was the point, dragging you close enough for Jabba himself to enjoy more than just the show. While you were distracted with Leia’s heavenly mouth, Jabba’s slimy tail curled around you both and drifted up the back of your calf, snaking it’s way up to your exposed entrance. Leia must’ve pulled your underwear aside at some point while you were fingering her, leaving you open for the depraved Hutt to penetrate you with his tail. You instinctively yelped, crying out in protest clamping your thighs together. Jabba was most displeased when you denied him entry, growling threateningly. You shook your head, refusing to let him violate you again.
That was a mistake.
Seconds later, Leia was being yanked out of your grasp to join Jabba’s side and you were plummeting down his hatch into the pit below, landing awkwardly admits the dirt and bones. You pick yourself up groaning in pain, looking up to find everyone in the room above staring at you through the iron grate. Jabba was laughing as he held Leia close to him, dragging his large tongue along her skin while she grimaced. You prayed she wouldn’t have to experience that tongue raping her in every way imaginable, shuddering at the last time you “entertained” the Hutt.
You turned to the sound of the massive gate rising, terror filling your chest as Jabba’s favourite beast stepped out to find you. You didn’t fancy becoming the rancor’s latest meal, but at least it would be better than what Jabba put you through.
For a princess of Alderaan, Leia Organa didn’t act so refined when you had your cock stuffed inside her pussy. Her robes fell to the floor as you lifted her off her feet, wrapping her legs around your waist as her back arched. Her boobs bounced across her chest as she humped your cock, clinging to your shoulders hanging on for dear life. You supported her with your arms behind her back, thrusting as hard and fast as possible. Unlike her, you weren’t moaning quite as loudly, keeping your breath controlled with silent grunts. “Impressive” you smirked. Despite the moans and screaming, the princess had yet to let herself orgasm.
“So are you” she muttered, squeezing her walls around your thick shaft. She had been practically drooling when you pulled it out of your trousers, eagerly accepting your offer to take it into her mouth. She had incredible talent, worthy of royalty. She didn’t even need to get on her knees. After she was done, you took her by the hair and pulled her up before disrobing her, ripping open her top to expose her tits. Her modest and juicy tits. You ignored them however, moving down to reveal her vagina so it could be penetrated. She cried out when you forced your way in, moaning even more when your palms crushed her mounds pressing on her hard nipples.
Soon after, you were both fucking as fast as you could, no idea how long you had before you had to leave. So you made the most of it, ramming into her gripping her hips tightly. She was really tight, tight enough to make the experience even more pleasurable. But still she refused to cum, making it a challenge to break her resilience. “This isn’t the first time you’ve done this, is it?” You asked.
Leia couldn’t answer, finally losing control of her composure and submitting to an orgasm, her body shuddering so much she almost fell out of your grasp, slipping back against the bench so she was horizontal. You rode out her orgasm but continued to fuck her sensitive cunt, grunting shallowly as she moaned. “No, it isn’t” she finally confessed, panting breathlessly, her chest rising and falling. “I’ve done this a lot” she admitted. Being a princess had a lot of benefits.
“I can imagine” you replied, impaling her with your throbbing cock. “You and your rebel friends. Maybe you could introduce us.”
“Maybe” she nodded. “They’re loyal, and some of them are really good in bed. I should know, I recruited many of them.”
You smiled, fucking her even harder. “I have no doubt you have high standards.”
“I do.”
“I hope I meet them so I can meet your allies.”
“Oh, you do. You do” she cried, barrelling towards another orgasm.
You ride her second orgasm into a third, leaning closer to kiss the young woman’s neck whispering in her ear “if I’ve past your inspection, maybe now you can tell me where I can meet our fellow rebels so we can work more closely together?”
Leia couldn’t find any reason not to oblige after how much pleasure you were giving her. You had more than proven yourself to the rebel alliance. She between gasping breaths, she gave you the location of the rebel base. You rewarded her trust by fucking her the rest of the way until you orgasm emptied your balls inside her.
By the time you had finished ejaculating, Princess Leia was unconscious on the bench sleeping soundly covered in sweat and semen. You gave her an affectionate pet on the head before zipping up your trousers, straightening your uniform and banging on the cell door. The storm trooper opened the cell, glancing inside to see the naked prisoner asleep while you strode out into the dark corridor. The interrogation droid floated nearby waiting to be dismissed. It had done its job injecting her with the solution that made its subjects susceptible to pleasure, an alternative to the standard truth serum. The empire discovered people are more cooperative during sex and thus brought in officers like you to coax the truth from them. Now that you had the location of her rebel base you locked her back in the cell and made your way to deliver your report.
No doubt lord Vader would be pleased.
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