Canon Chronicles VI: Dealing with Jabba

I don't own Star Wars.

Italics is huttese, and sex might be a little rough so brace yourselves.

"The fact of the matter is… we can't find the bases…" the soldier reported to the crew of the ghost. Ashoka sighed as Hera and Kanan frowned in disappointment, not necessarily at the soldier but more at the news.

"Those prisons house hundreds of rebels and supporters of our cause." Kanan said angrily as Hera rubbed his arm to calm him down. Beautiful twi'leks have that effect on people.

"We do have some good news." The soldier noted over the fuzzy holo-com. A known associate of Jabba the Hutt was recently seen in public with the commander of the prisons. We think somehow Jabba the Hutt is involved.

It wasn't so much good news, as better news than nothing. The soldier saluted, ending his report as Hera turned off the com.

"That's not much better." She noted immediately as Kanan and Ashoka shook their heads.

"…Our only option is to talk to Jabba the Hutt." Ashoka said softly as Hera flinched in disgust.

"That slimy slug? No. It's too dangerous, if you or I walk into his palace there's a darn good chance we won't walk out. Not because he'll kill us, but because he'll collar us, use us, THEN kill us!"

Kanan rubbed his scruffy jaw in thought, then taking a deep breath through his nose. He turned to Ashoka. "…What about the sith?" he asked, and Ashoka blinked at him in surprise. Kanan didn't like talking about Darth Salacious. Ever since word got around that he sexually broke the fallen jedi Bariss Offee the rebels have given him a very wide birth. They all had a common enemy and Darth Salacious was an incredibly powerful tool to have on their side. It didn't mean they liked him.

"Rola-" Ashoka caught herself with a slight blush, "Salacious? What about him?"

It looked like Kanan was pained to speak about it, "What… if we ask the sith to talk to Jabba. If he succeeds, fine. If he fails, its no huge loss…"

Ashoka frowned at that, she didn't exactly like Roland. But she also didn't exactly hate him enough to possibly and wastefully send him to his death.

"We shouldn't bother with him at all." Hera said firmly, "He doesn't contribute, or help, he barely talks to anybody!"

"You do understand he's a mercenary who doesn't except credits or loans right?" Ashoka suddenly said harshly, "He only accepts one brand of payment and I don't see YOU walking into that ship every time somebody has to!" Kanan and Hera both looked at her a little surprised.

"Are you… defending him?" Kanan asked, a little concerned.

"I'm laying out the facts, because somebody has to." Ashoka replied firmly, "Every time we ask for his help I have to go onto his ship and entertain him." She crossed her arms as Kanan immediately looked away because of his sudden interest with the wall, and Hera looked down at her feet, apparently examining Kanan's shoes. "So don't talk to me about not contributing. I KNOW. But personally…" she said with a hiss, "I'd rather use him for important actions than things we simply don't want to do."

"Let's uh…" Kanan began clearing his throat, "Let's find another way then."

"No. It's fine. I'll talk to him. Who knows, he and Jabba have something in common." She said, stomping away. "They're both slimy worms."

On the good ship Rattletrap….

"Ah! AHH! OOHHH!!!" Bariss Offee shrieked in pleasure as Roland rammed into her from behind, her hands curled around the sheets of his bed as he tugged on her long hair with his metal limb, sinking his real fingers into her soft, green ass flesh as his hips noisily slapped against her ass.

Bariss had seen better days, her hair once a long-braided ponytail had fallen apart ages ago. Her eyes were red from exhaustion, and her body had dozens of light bruises and red marks where Roland had periodically smacked her. Her make-up was smeared, and she was sweaty and sticky…

She shrieked as he yanked hard on her hair, ramming rapidly into her from behind as his cock ravaged her well used pussy, his hand smacking her ass rapidly as she whimpered, came, and collapsed onto the bed… he kept pounding her regardless, thrusting his hips to hers as she felt his thick torrent of seed rush deep into her body, she felt him fill her womb as she clawed the sheets in a daze, her toes curling behind him as he kept her legs spread.

"Fuck." He growled suddenly, she flinched, expecting him to strike her again. he ripped his cock from her body, leaving her ass up in the air and her hole gaping pitifully as it dripped his leftover seed. He sat on the edge of the bed, ignoring her as he rubbed his eyes. Sniffed, and glared at her, "…You need a bath whore." He said abruptly, she flinched and said nothing.

The ship rumbled, and his eyes flickered away from her to the door of his room. He sniffed again, grabbed her hair, and yanked her back to reality, she whimpered as his cock slapped against her mouth and she obediently opened it as he pushed her head down on his length, forcing her head up and down as he stared at the door.

Ashoka appeared and immediately looked away, a blush and a look of disgust on her face. "Ugh. Do you have to be doing that every time I visit?"

He smiled a genuine smile, "I'm sorry. Would you like to use the whore?" he replied casually, slinking his fingers tightly into Bariss' hair and moving her faster, deeper, so she was audibly gagging on cock, she could still taste his seed and her fluids all over it.

Ashoka cringed in annoyance, "That's not what I mean, and you know it…"

"MMNn!?" Bariss screamed around his cock as he shoved it balls deep into her throat and held her there, she whimpered and kept her mouth wide, she knew what happened if he felt teeth and didn't want to feel teeth.

"So. What can I do for you Ashoka?" he asked, calm, casual. Like he wasn't choking out her former friend with his cock. Bariss spluttered and, frowning slightly, he pushed her deeper down, hearing her whimper with a mouthful.

"…I need you to talk to Jabba. And maybe get some information out of him…" she said, slowly looking at Bariss with concern as the mirialan began to kick on the bed, her hands on his lap and pushing slightly.

"Whatever for?" he asked as Bariss struggled now, quickly running out of air and whimpering louder, he was doing this on purpose. Drawing the conversation out just to spite her.

"One of his associates was… was…" Ashoka recoiled slightly in horror and concern as Bariss's hands slipped from his lap and dangled limply in the air. "By the Force, Roland! Let her breathe!" she said shocked as with a roll of his eyes he yanked Bariss from his length and tossed her gagging and spluttering off the bed. Strings of saliva and mucus hung from her mouth like slippery ropes. "Force." She hissed disgusted with just about everyone in the room. Roland for treating Bariss like that, Bariss for falling so far, and herself for feeling sorry for Bariss.

"BLUGH!!!" a torrent of white and green… stuff burst from Bariss' mouth, Ashoka recoiled as Roland merely glanced at the vomiting Bariss. Apparently used to this.

"Clean that up." He ordered with contempt as Bariss whimpered. He stood up, his cock still hard and now he was irritated, yanking her hair, "And thank Ashoka for getting me to go easy on you…" tears in her eyes Bariss looked at the suddenly pitying Ashoka.

"Thank you…" she said, sobbing as Roland shoved her back into her mess and she crawled away, probably to find something to use.

"And take a bath, you reek." He said scornfully as he turned to Ashoka, calm as could be. "So. Jabba the hutt? What am I talking to him about?"

Ashoka watched the naked Bariss Offee crawl away and glared at him, "…We need to find out where the empire is keeping its hidden prisons so we can break out our people. Jabba's men have been seen associating with the warden… we think he has particular tastes, and frequent deliveries."

"What not just follow the delivery guy?" Roland asked as Ashoka shook her head.

"He's too protected. If we play our hand to early they might move our people."

Roland nodded slowly and snorted. "…I don't like talking to Jabba. He's too wasteful for my tastes…" he said a little disgusted, "I've seen him waste perfectly good whores." Then added scornfully, "Like Bariss there…" he watched her slowly clean up her mess not looking at him.

"Just… see what you can do. He might not be to eager to kill you off…"

Roland smirked, "No I imagine not…" he then turned to her, gently brushing her face as she frowned. "So… about my payment?"

"On delivery." She said firmly and he blinked at her surprised.

"Oh? Delivery of what?"

"Of the information. Of course." She smiled knowingly as he sighed, "I'm not 'paying' you to come back empty-handed…"

"…I suppose I'll have to agree to that." he said, brushing her away. "Alright then. If you're not coming, I'm off to tattooine…"

She turned and walked away, his cock throbbed excitedly as he watched her sexy togruta ass sway out of sight before he approached Bariss as she finished cleaning, tilted her head back, and with barely a warning shoved his cock back into her mouth as she whimpered. "You're not done…" he snarled, gripping the sides of her head and thrusting rapidly back and forth. "Drink whore." He growled, pulling her down suddenly and pumping her full of seed as it burst from her mouth onto him. "Swallow." He demanded, tilting her head back to look at him as his cock pulsed more into her mouth. He felt her throat convulse around him as she obeyed, her tongue rubbing the last few drops out before he pulled abruptly away, and she spluttered. "Take a bath…" he repeated, already walking to the cockpit as she looked down at the floor, and wept.

He didn't expect Ashoka to still be on his ship, she stood by the ramp about to leave, watching him coldly for a minute as he paused. "Yes?" he asked calmly as she took a deep breath, apparently working up the nerve.

"Do you have to be so vicious with her?" she said, a little disappointed. But he didn't know what or whom she was disappointed with.

His eyes narrowed at her for a moment and she wondered if he was going to argue with her, "…You might be content with what she took from you. Since you gave up on the order anyway." He began softly, "But I didn't' give up on what she took from me…" he said, Ashoka stared at him surprised for a moment before replying abruptly.

"I didn't give up on the Order, it-"

But he waved her off walking naked to his cockpit. "Give up, left, ran away. Who cares?" he replied, ignoring her rather scornful look. "My friend is gone. The Order is gone. And neither of us have gotten over it." he walked away before adding, "Now unless you're coming with me you might want to get off my ship." She frowned, thinking on his words before getting off the ship, watching as the ramp closed and lifted off, rushing slowly out of the cave and flying off into the air…

Tattooine. The giant sandy ball of heated hell and unimaginable boredom. Nobody wanted to come to tattoine but everyone seemed to have to. Smugglers, thugs, slavers, gangsters, raiders: Mos Eisley might be a wretched hive of scum and villainy but the rest of the planet wasn't much better. It wasn't like it had anything of value on the planet…

Although Roland did wonder if the application of a strip club or two might lighten the place up.

He brought his ship down close to Jabba's palace, the dust kicking up as his landing gears pressed down on it. Collaring Bariss and confining her to his room with a long steel leash, he slapped her cheek lightly. "You be a good girl and wait for me here." He said a little scornfully, "I'll be back later. Food's in your bowl." He added, lazily gesturing to the food and water bowl by his bed, the food itself being little more than bread and dried meat. Bariss sat on her legs not meeting his eyes as he strapped his lightsaber to his side under his coat and rubbed his metal wrist.

…He'd be stupid not to be a little nervous… Jabba wasn't to be toyed with or insulted. He's killed people for even the most minor of offenses. But he was confident he'd be able to kill his way out, didn't mean he'd want to…

He stood before the massive doors and knocked hard, smirking slightly to himself as he heard the feeble echo of the palace. He turned, looking out of vast sand dunes, and frowned softly… he hated Tatooine… it was where he first met his best friend Rattletrap, and now it only brought bad memories… the view was nice though during the sunsets.

"What do you want?" hissed a camera shaped like an eye stalk in huttese as it popped from the door to look at him. Shuttering like an eyelid blinking.

"I've come to talk to Jabba." Roland said almost bored as the eyestalk camera shifted to look at him, the rest of him. Then flickered to his arm, he held it up with almost a proud smile, turning it this way and that as the eye examined it.

The arm after all was as good as a full body identity scan when it came to identification.

"…Don't move." The eye replied, suddenly shooting back into the door as he shifted slightly to the left. He didn't think the door had any defenses, but he felt he should shift himself ever so much to avoid any turret fire.

It was at least ten minutes before finally, the door creaked slowly open and half a dozen gamorreans stupidly marched out with a twi'lek male. He glared at Roland with yellow eyes and sharp teeth, "…Sith." He hissed in huttese with a voice filled with disdain as the guards pointed their axes at him "The great Jabba has granted you entry…" he said, gesturing with his hand and pointy fingernails to enter.

"Alright then." Roland said, smiling to hide his utter amusement that they thought a dozen pig men would be enough too-

The priming of at least 20 blaster rifles trained on him as he entered, the hall was lined with battle droids, bounty hunters, and thugs, all pointing weapons at him.

-Roland cleared his throat and laughed, never mind they knew what they were doing. Feeling slightly less confident Roland strolled down the hallway surrounded by surprisingly loyal guards. Entering Jabba's throne room.

Jazzy music echoed around the room as a trio of dancers, a blonde human, a blue skinned twi'lek and a askajian women strutted on the floor as a crowd watched. A live band played on stage, a ortolan piano player, a Pa'lowick female, a male kitonak, and a trio of attractive dancers, strutting their bodies behind the singing Pa'lowick.

Roland did not hide his interest in the trio, granted one was a rodian, but even a rodian had a certain appeal to him. One has not lived until they have received head from a rodian female. The other two, a theelin hybrid from the look of her and a pale skinned Northern continent twi'lek, were also incredibly appealing…

But his attention was soon drawn back to the dancers on the floor, the long-haired blonde was flexible, and she wore tight strips of clothing over her intimate parts, accentuating her curves as she shook her rear for the right side of the crowd as they hooted and catcalled. The blue-skinned twi'lek was more stationary, closer to jabba as her lekku and arms flapped about exotically, she had bangles with strips of slik hanging from them, large puffy pants, and a strip of cloth across her average sized breasts. The askajian however marched around, her six breasts wobbling dangerously and threatening to pop out of her custom-designed clothes…

Oddly enough Jabba seemed to keep his eyes on her but wandered back to the twi'lek more then once as Roland approached. He stood in front of the crowd but off the stage floor, letting them finish. The music stopped, and the dancers struck poses as the crowd cheered, catcalled and clapped.

Jabba grinned lustfully at the dancers, licking his lips with a massive tongue.

"…Bring the wormhead." he said, the words echoing around the chamber even as the crowd cheered.

The twi'lek shivered in horror as a pair of gamorreans appeared beside her and dragged her closer to Jabba, lifting her onto the throne as the other two dancers wisely stepped away into the crowd. Jabba, smoking his pipe with one hand and caressing the dancer with the other, licking her skin slowly as she recoiled. "You will entertain me… privately." He chuckled darkly as she shivered, her skin covered with his thick, slimy saliva as some sort of rat monkey laughed excitedly and the crowd cheered.

"I hate to interrupt." Roland said, his own voice suddenly silencing the crowd and stepping forward. "But I have come to bargain. Great Jabba." Roland bowed 'respectfully' to Jabba the hutt, the best way to start any sort of conversation with the gangster was to do so, coming in and demanding anything was a one-way ticket to the pit of Carkoon.

Jabba, severely annoyed that his fun with his new toy was interrupted, tossed the twi'lek back to the guards, "Take her to my chambers." He snarled slowly, glaring at Roland with little interest as the reluctant entertainer was dragged away. "Who let you in?" he said, knowing full well that nobody came into his palace without his permission. But Roland didn't correct him.

"Now now Jabba." Roland bowed again, "I've just come to talk, make a deal."

Jabba glared at him, puffing his pipe as smoke wafted around him. "…Speak."

Roland smiled and approached, but as his feet echoed over the grate on the floor, he paused… then wisely stepped back a little. He knew a trapdoor when he heard it. "How about a little mood music Lord Jabba?" Roland cooed, it hurt him a little on the inside, but he let slip just a little bit of pheromones. Not to attract himself to the slug but to get him into a better mood. Roland knew how cranky he himself was when his playtime was interrupted, so he didn't want Jabba to take such anger out on him.

Jabba sniffed disdainfully but waved his free hand to the band. "Play." He ordered as the piano player began to touch the keys and the Pa'lowick began to croon. The crowd lost interest in Roland and began to mingle amongst themselves, the blonde dancer apparently had a few fans herself, being led away by a couple of bounty hunters into a more private area as they openly groped her shapely ass.

"I have come to ask you what you know about prisons." Roland said, quickly moving across the grate and speaking to the hutt as he glared at him. "Imperial prisons…" he added as the Hutt frowned.

"Perhaps I know. Perhaps I don't…" the hutt replied unhelpfully. And glared at Roland as Roland rolled his eyes, letting them linger briefly on the band trio a little longer than intended. But soon came back to a rather amused-looking hutt.

"Now now." Roland repeated with a soft smile, "I have come to bargain after all… this is business." Jabba continued to glare at Roland but he seemed to be listening all the same. "You tell me what you may or may not know about Imperial Prisons and I'll tell you what I may or may not know about where the empire likes to store very expensive contraband."

Jabba's eyes widened suddenly with interest, but he kept a fairly good sabaac face. "What sort of… contraband?"

"Oh… all sorts: weapons, mineral stockpiles, chemicals, seized assets…" Roland counted on his fingers. "They only thing they don't have stockpiled away are beautiful women." Roland shrugged, "Their loss, right my lord?"

Jabba with a very, VERY, small smile on his massive face, chewed the end of his pipe in thought, "…And this information. What will it cost me?"

"Just a few guiding directions to a few hidden imperial prisons…" Roland replied casually, eyeing the trio of dancers again and watching the theelin shake her body gloved body. "A rodian associate of yours is supposed to know where they are…" he said, his gaze lingering on the twi'lek now. "But if you rather not tell me then our business could be concluded…"

"…Gorto…" Jabba said suddenly, sniffing loudly. "…I'll let you speak to him, after your information checks out…"

"Hmm." Roland replied, still watching the trio. "…I must say Jabba you have excellent taste in entertainment." Roland said as Jabba, surprisingly, chuckled. Roland pulled an information disk from his coat with his metal limb and held it up to Jabba. "This is one location. I know a few others but that depends on you." Jabba took the disk and handed it to his majordomo. "I'll be in my ship." But he paused as he found himself surrounded by guards.

"…I insist you stay in my palace…" Jabba said, silkily, chuckling darkly. "Take him to the… VIP suite…"

Roland didn't like the sound of that…

-

…Roland suddenly liked the sound of that…

He lay comfortably on the massive bed, stretching out happily in the silky-smooth sheets. turns out Jabba really meant VIP, not some sort of dark double meaning. Who knew? Granted he was locked in and guards were posted outside but that wasn't anything he couldn't deal with if he felt like it. The only problem he had was that he was bored… and his whore was on his ship. Not that bringing a beautiful whore into Jabba's palace was a good idea or anything... but at least he could fuck her until he exhausted himself.

He sighed, closing his eyes and trying to sleep off his boredom when the door opened and the majordomo entered, "Yes?" Roland asked, glancing at him.

"My Lord Jabba apologizes for the lack of… entertainment he has provided to one of your standing…" hissed the twi'lek, it seemed to pain him to speak to Roland like that. But Roland imagined by now Jabba has decrypted the information given to him and found something he obviously liked. So naturally, he was trying to butter Roland up. "So he offers you a treat as you enjoy his hospitality…"

He stepped aside and the trio of less than happy backup dancers were shoved roughly into the room. The majordomo stepped quickly out as the door slammed behind him, the rodian female quickly got to her feet and slammed her fist on the door, shrieking to let them out.

"Don't fight it Greeata…" the theelin said, her voice had a distinct Coruscant accent as she glared at Roland, "…Give it up." The rodian's fist pounded slower and lighter on the door as she did. Roland blinked at the woman for a moment and rolled his eyes… but let his pheromones slip out.

"We are not… we are not whores!" Greeata said, banging the door one last time.

"But we are in Jabba's palace. That means we're expendable. Do you want to end up like Shaki?" the twi'lek said with a huttese accent in her voice, pouting coolly at Roland as she stood up. Crossing her arms defensively across her body. Greeata, apparently remembering what happened to 'Shaki' shivered and shook her head, her long-haired orange mohawk shaking.

"Now ladies…" Roland said, tossing his coat away. "…Let's all calm down." He strode to what was obviously a mini-bar and pulled out a rather cheap bottle of liquor, he smiled at them as he began to pour a glass. "I'm not so bad once you get to know me… You might actually like keeping me company." He offered the twi'lek the first glass, then the theelin, then Greeata. "Come on now don't be shy."

"Just get it over with." The theelin said abruptly, but Roland rolled his eyes.

"Just calm down. Let's start with names girls… I don't enjoy myself with people I don't know."

"Lyn Me." Said the twi'lek abruptly, taking a bottle from the bar and drinking from it.

"…Rrstall." Said the theelin.

"Greeata…" Greeata replied, rubbing her arms nervously with her suction cup fingers.

"And I'm Roland…" Roland replied, drinking the glass they didn't take before refilling it and handing it to Rystall. "Have a drink. You might as well enjoy yourself…" he said as she watched him hesitantly… but his pheromones were having an effect. Her face pinked a little, and she took the glass, and felt his hand on her ass. "Three beautiful women keeping me company? How could I not?"

"E-even me?" Greeata said surprised as Roland's had slipped onto her scaly rear, it was pleasantly big and soft. She fidgeted but didn't resist as he took her hand and lowered it to his quickly hardening length.

"I hear Rodian women are exceptional at pleasing their men…" he whispered in her ear as they twitched, "Why don't you come over here and show me." He added, his hands slipping under her orange sash and rubbing her as she fidgeted, being led to the bed as he sat down on the edge, rubbing her ass with both hands now as her fingers brushed his bulging length.

"I've never done this before-EEP!?" she suddenly shuddered and dropped to her knees before him as his finger slipped up her tight little ass, she caught her breath quickly and looked up only for her bulging eye to widen as the thick piece of sith meat brushed against her black lips. "It's…So big…" she whispered, her lips brushing on his tip as it bulged against her.

"…I've seen bigger…" Lyn Me said, but she didn't sound like she meant it. "Boba fett is bigger." She added, a little stiffly. Roland shrugged, he didn't think he was huge, but he was above average size. As for Boba Fett, he's never seen him naked so he couldn't argue.

His cock pushed against Greeata's lips, she flinched slightly as they parted, almost ready to accept him. His hand in her orange hair as he pulled her gently forward, "Just try you best, tiny mouths and huge cocks are a good combination…" his tip pierced into her tiny mouth and reflexively he pulled her down further, hissing in pleasure as her tight vacuum mouth went down partway on his cock. His toes curled slightly and his fingers twisted into her hair and the sheets of the bed. "Fuck."

"Mmnn?!" she tried to pull away but he held her firm, panting happily.

"No! Shit that feels good, just… give me a second." He growled as Rystall and Lyn Me watched in hesitant fascination. He felt her tongue hesitantly brush against his cock in her mouth, he growled. Sighing contentedly as he lay back slightly, watching her slide slowly up and down. "That's it… at your own pace… you feel so good." He added.

A warm feeling flooded through her at his praise, and slurping noisily she began to move faster, but not any deeper. Taking his cock into her mouth about half way before sliding back up and repeating, her tongue working furiously up and down his shaft, as Rystall and Lyn Me fidgeted obviously as they watched. Lyn Me drinking more heavily.

His cock throbbed between her lips, the rumors were true. Rodians gave the BEST head. "Shit I'm cumming…" he hissed uncontrollably, gripping her head with both hands, "Keep sucking! Look at me!" her bulging eye quivered as her head moved rapidly up and down, her mouth stretching exotically around his length "Here it cums! Swallow it." he stopped her, looking into her eyes as he visibly saw his cock bulge and throb between her lips. They bulged around his length as it pumped a thick load into her vacuum tight puckered mouth. "Shit that's fucking sexy…" he sighed as she moaned, his hand rubbing her mohawk as her tongue pulled out the last few drops. "Damn that's a talented tongue…"

Well she was a singer…

She pulled away with a gasp as his cock throbbed, a tiny trace of cum slipped from her mouth but she licked it back in instinctively, blushing as she did. "Was I… okay?" she asked hesitantly, he held up a thumbs up with his metal hand and laughed.

"Hell yeah… stick around Greeata I'm going to want some more of that…" she blushed at his praise, her sucker fingers brushing up and down his length like tiny fingers as she stroked him. Unsure of what came over her as she did, but she was instantly amazed at how quickly he got hard again. Staring in awe as his thick member turned to steel before her, and the other two women's eyes. "Now then…" he sat up, grunting slightly from his sudden stiffness as he glanced at her. "There is the matter of do you want a ride?"

She blushed surprised at him, as he took her hand and pulled her up, pushing her onto the bed as she bent forwards, legs still on the floor as he rubbed her ass. Was he really going to-

She yelped as she felt his cock press against her woman hood, his hands rubbing her scaly rear as she fidgeted, feeling him stretch her as Lyn Me and Rystall watched silently. "Oh my-GOD!" she shrieked and jumped as he went all the way to the hilt inside her, she shivered in pleasure as he suddenly pulled out, and pumped back in. His hips slapped loudly against her flesh as he held her slender waist. "Ugh! Ugh! UGH!!! SCHUTTA!!"

She came hard as her legs gave out but he pulled her back up, pounding her rapidly onto the bed before grabbing her long orange hair and yanking her head back as he continued to rail her from behind. Her pussy was a little bumpy inside but still pleasant, and warm, convulsing and stroking his cock as he grunted rhythmically.

"You might not be a whore." Roland hissed softly in a whisper, "But you'd make a fortune as one!" she came again, her arms stretching onto the bed as he held her ass up in the air, still pounding hard as he climbed over her, pinning her to the bed with his cock as Rystall and Lyn Me stared on, watching in amazement as a human man happily and proudly fucked their rodian friend into a bed.

Greeata's bulbous eyes rolled and flickered madly in her head as she shrieked another orgasm, her pussy clenching around his cock as if finished him off. Pulsing painfully, he clutched at her arms, growling like an animal ready to breed. And if she had any hesitation of having a human flood her womanhood with seed… she didn't say it.

His thick alien load rushed unimpeded into her unprotected body… not that she had to worry too much of an alien impregnating her. She panted exhaustedly, clinging tightly to the sheets as she moaned contentedly, feeling her pussy convulse excitedly at being filled to the brim with thick cum.

"That is damn good pussy…" he praised, slipping out of her and sighing proudly as his load spurted from her tight green hole. He clutched at her soft scaly ass cheeks, stretching them wide open as she dripped onto the bed. "Well then…" his cock hardened again as he turned to Rystall and Lyn Me. "…Next?" he said as they fidgeted.

…Lyn Me fingered the empty bottle of liquor before she approached. Standing before him as she hesitantly pointed to her crotch. "This… this is off limits." She said, "Its not for you but…" she crawled onto the bed, and sticking her ass up into the air she shook it up and down. "…If you… if you lube it up you can use this hole." Her body arched flexibly as she spread her ass cheeks apart, her meaning clear.

He clapped his hand gently onto her pale ass, rubbing her crack through the strips of cloth covering it. "Now that's an invitation I can't say no to." He rubbed his chin playfully with his other hand, 'inspecting' her ass as he pulled the cloth aside. "…This is a beautiful body you have…" her face, high angled and pale blushed red as he massaged her rear. "Let me borrow you for a second…" he said abruptly. Yanking Greeata up as she yelped in surprise, before she found herself lips first against Lyn Me's ass as Lyn Me shrieked in surprise.

"Oh Force!" Lyn Me yelped as Greeata struggled in her ass, her lips actually piercing into Lyn Me's hole as Roland held them firmly together.

"Lube that up for me will you?" he said casually, lifting Greeata up with his other hand and toying with her messy pussy. "Lick." He said lazily as Greeata finally stopped struggling, and began to slurp, moaning into her friend's ass as Lyn Me visibly shivered at the foreign feeling of a rodian rim job. "You like your friend, don't you… you want her to feel really good right? Lick it up…" her face moved up and down in Lyn Me's crack, her tongue and lips noisily working to please.

Roland pulled Greeata's head away, her tongue lolling as Lyn Me's pale skinned booty bounced in the air in a brief spasm, moaning into the bed as Roland gripped one of her smooth ass cheeks. Greeata sat on the floor, panting in a daze as her eyes stared at the ceiling. "Stay there for a while sexy." Roland noted absently as she cooed, he climbed onto the bed, spreading Lyn Me cheeks wide and with barely any other warning he pushed his cock deep into the twi'lek's lubed hole. "Fuck yeah that's tight…" he hissed as Lyn Me shrieked. Clawing at the bed and trying to crawl away instinctively, but Roland gripped her lekku like reigns and tugged her back.

She tightened around his length, her teeth gnashed together in pain as he pulled her down onto his cock, his balls slapped against her pussy as her toes curled behind her. "Ahhhhhooow!!!" she yelped as he pulled out, stretching her anal ring, only to slam his cock noisily back into her ass. "Ow! OWWW!!!" she hissed, but he didn't relent. With a steady, firm movement, he pushed in and out as he tugged on her head tails.

Finally after what seemed like hours, she stopped whining in pain and started moaning in pleasure. His hands stroking up and down her lekku firmly as he began to speed up his thrusts. Grunting animalistically as her ass slapped against his hips, and his sack pounded wetly on her increasingly damp pussy.

It happened quickly. First she bit her lower lip, moaning as her body stiffed and her arms and legs stretched out… she came, her ass spasming on his cock. Second, he laughed, tugging hard on her lekku as her restrained climax suddenly burst from her mouth in a shriek as he slammed rapidly into her ass. "That's a orgasm if I've ever felt one! Keep it up!" she screamed incoherently as she collapsed onto the bed trying to escape, her arms and legs thrashing uselessly as her ass stretched and convulsed on his cock, pounding her relentlessly into the bed.

"Here it cums." He growled, covering her shrieking mouth and dropping fully onto her body as her legs and arms continued to curl in the sheets, struggling to escape as his body pressed her down. His hips slammed two more times onto her spasming body as Greeata and Rystall watched on in fascination. Lyn Me's eyes rolled up into her pretty head, watering slightly even as her ass convulsed on his cock, instinctively draining his balls of seed as it rushed deep into her bowels. Her body loved what was happening, her mind however cried out in shame at how degrading he made her feel…

"This is a DAMN good ass…" he praised with a whisper, she felt his metal hand slip beneath her body, finding her pussy and rubbing her silky folds. "I want some more." Her body quivered in excitement even as her mind wept at the prospect. Suddenly he was rolling over, she was on top now, her legs spread wide for her friends to watch as he slipped an increasingly vibrating metal finger into her pussy. Realizing what was about to happen she struggled but couldn't break his grip, he was surprisingly strong.

He pulled her up by her pussy, his fingers vibrating inside her as her body betrayed her. Relaxing in his embrace as he began moving her up and down, her ass easily sliding on his cock as it leaked his previous load, her pussy drooling shamelessly on his fingers and down his length. "Hmmm!! MMN!! MMMNN!!" she gripped at his arm, his hand still covering her mouth as she tried to pull it away, but it was useless. She only stabilized her body for the steady fucking he was forcing her to perform.

Greeata, drunk on pleasure and Roland's pheromones stared at her friend being ravaged before her eyes, her suction cup fingers slipping beneath her cloth covering and rubbing her pussy excitedly. She couldn't look away, she drooled wantonly as Rystall, realizing she was going to be next once he was done. Subtly tried to move to the door and open it, only to be met with a dark piggy chuckle… the gamorrean guards were apparently enjoying the show.

Lyn Me suddenly shrieked into his hand, arms and legs clenching an orgasm as the humming of his fingers sped up inside her, she shrieked louder. "You cumming again?" he asked mockingly, lifting her up fast and harder, "Cumming little twi'lek? So rude. Get me off." He noted, slamming his hips up against her bouncing ass as her shrieks became more prominent. "Use that ass come on." Wet smacking sounds echoed around the room as Lyn Me's shrieks were effectively muffled… then.

"KARK." Roland growled, pushing her down as she shivered, and her pussy burst a torrent of squirt around his hands as his humming became more prominent, her eyes rolling in her head as her screams of pleasure broke through his hand… then she stilled, spasming on top of him. She passed out…

His balls pulsed his load into her ass, before he easily lifted her up and tossed her aside like a doll he didn't want to play with anymore… aptly true in this case. Lyn Me stared vacantly into the wall as her gaping ass leaked his seed and he stretched with a smile on his face.

"Force DAMN that was good…" smacking Lyn Me's pale ass cheek loudly. As if a button was pressed a spurt of cum shot from her ass, and he pulled his hand away. "Hmm… might have broken this one. I'll let her rest a minute. Absently his hand reached out into Greeata's hair, pulling her mouth abruptly back to his lap as she moaned around his length. Noisily slurping as Rystall watched in a mixture of awe and horror… she knew she was next. Inwardly she hoped that Lyn Me and Greeata would've exhausted him but no luck… he was dubbed Darth Salacious for a reason…

"MMn I want to keep you…" he commended her, rubbing Greeata's head as she wiggled her green behind affectionately like a praised dog, "But I already have a green woman on my ship that does what you do… admittedly not nearly as well." He laughed at his private joke, feeling her lips rub up and down his cock more rigorously, slurping noisily as his hand stroked her hair. "Well… come here." He said, glancing at Rystall with his bright green eyes.

…She had to admit. They were very pretty.

She approached him hesitantly and felt his metal hand wrap around her body to stoke her smooth ass through her body glove, "Hmmm…nice and firm. But I've had enough ass for now." She looked away as his finger slipped between her legs from behind, vibrating slowly as it moved up and down her slipped, she shivered. Her hooved feet clomped the ground lightly as Greeata moaned, apparently trying to get his attention. He flinched and glanced down at the rodain, pulling her abruptly off his throbbing length as she moaned. "Why don't you play with Lyn Me while I acquaint myself with Rystall…"

In a daze Greeata crawled towards Lyn Me's stilled body, spreading her ass gently she buried her mouth against the gaping hole and began to noisily slurp out what seed she could reach… considering Rodians are like anteaters, she could reach pleasantly far… Lyn Me shivered, but remained still, whimpering occasionally as Greeata shamelessly scraped her cum soaked tunnels.

"Now then. Where were we?" he asked the lovely Rystall, his finger speeding up on her pussy as his other hand rubbed her ass. "…Take it off." He ordered. Tugging lightly at her body stoking…

She hesitated, but her hands slipped onto the hem of her suit, pulling it away and letting her pressed-down breasts free. They weren't huge or anything but the body glove was tight on her pink body… he reached up now. Helping her as one hooved foot was freed, then the other. He tossed the crumped-up clothing away and began to grope her naked pink body, she moaned at his touch as he began to suckle at her collarbone. "Give me some attention too." He ordered, his hands exploring her body as her fingers instinctively curled around his cock, throbbing impatiently against her smooth dancer's stomach.

"Turn around, bend over… grip your ankles."

She found herself obeying him, turning around and slowly bending over, her pink ass shoved towards his face as she gripped her ankles. She was a dancer, she was flexible… Roland licked his lips, and before she knew it she was gasping in pleasure. His tongue stretched her womanhood open as Greeata and slightly recovered Lyn Me watched. "Ah… mmnah…" Rystall shivered, shaking her pink booty on his face as his hands caressed her ass cheeks, holding her as still as she let him. Slowly eating her out, rubbing his vibrating finger against her clit and slit, humming softly to himself.

"Haven't tasted pussy this good since Shaak-Ti." He said smiling at the memory, pulling Rystall against his face as he buried his tongue deeper. "Smells damn good too…" he mumbled happily, his cock throbbing in anticipation as she looked between her legs to watch it. Still moaning loudly as she glanced at her friends, staring at her intently. Roland suddenly pulled away, licking his lips as he felt her clench around his tongue. He clapped a hand softly on her butt cheeks, "MMn. Nice and firm as expected…" he gave her pussy another deep tongue kiss as she shivered, her knees bending slightly as she tried to remain standing.

"Hahhh!" Rystall whimpered, shivering to keep standing as he held her up, eating her womanhood relentlessly, her knees buckled and she knelt down, shaking widely as she orgasmed. He gripped her hips and pulled her onto his lap, she shivered as she felt his length plunge into her body. Her hooves scrapped on the floor as she sucked in air, his hands sliding up and down her smooth body. She glanced over her shoulder, panting softly as he swiveled her hips on his lap, getting his cock good and deep inside her as if exploring her insides. Wordlessly he gripped her waist, lifted her slowly up his cock, before bouncing her down onto his lap with a satisfied groan.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she soon matched his rhythm, her hands resting on the bed as she bounced in his lap, head tilted back as she moaned to the ceiling. His gaze lingered on her pink ass as it jiggled on his lap. He felt her begin to clench, and moving quickly his hands shot under her arms and gripped her horns on the side of her head bouncing her rapidly as he stood up, pulling her back against his cock as he slammed away inside her. She shrieked as she came, he pulled her fully onto his cock and held her firm as her body spasmed erotically. He grinned, dropping back onto the bed as she felt back against him, he lifted her up and down again, an extra tightness to her body as he nibbled her collarbone. Sucking a hickey onto her pink neck as he clutched her breasts in his hands.

He lied back, taking her with him as he pounded up into her, her moans driving him forward as her legs flayed out. His vibrating fingers on her clit as she clawed at the sheets, then his body. His own release was approaching, he gripped her neck and sped up. She knew instantly what was about to happen but was too deep in pleasure to resist to much. Her fingers clawed into his flesh and scraped his metal arm in a feeble attempt to stop him… but the sudden flood of thick human seed rushed into her body anyway. He growled like an animal, his cock pulsing inside her as she sucked in air, mouth open and eyes wide as she shivered…

"Tight as a vice." His said, his tongue worming into her ear as she moaned and clenched even further. "Good girl…" he purred, reaching under her legs, arms and curling behind her head. Hands slinking into her mop of red hair as he began once more as she whimpered, soon screaming in pleasure as he put her in a full nelson. Thrusting wildly up into her tight body as she shrieked in orgasm. He stood up, lifting her easily up and down his cock as she trembled and shivered helplessly in his embrace…

Then she went limp, twitching as Roland kept pumping, he glanced over her shoulder at her orgasm face as her tongue drooled down her body… he grunted, pulled her down his length and released. Her legs flapped helplessly as another load of cum flooded her inside.

"Urrgugh…" she moaned incoherently as Roland sniffed making sure he was fully drained before with barely any care he tossed her limp body onto the bed as she drooled above and below, twitching on the sheets as Greeata and a slightly recovered Lyn Me watched.

"It's no fun if they pass out…" he mumbled annoyed. Sitting on the edge of the bed as Greeata crawled towards him, her tongue flickering in and out of her mouth, he glanced at her before reaching out and gripping Lyn Me around her lekku dragging her towards his cock as he shoved her face towards his length. "Clean that up girls…" he said absently as Greeata immediately began to lick his sack, Lyn Me took a little more convincing her lips brushing against his cock tip before he pushed her fully down his length…

Elsewhere in the palace a woman was screaming…

The blue skinned dancer twi'lek moaned incoherently as she hung in the air. Suspended by chains around her waist, and by her hands, dangling like a chandelier as Jabba the hutt gripped her lekku in a single hand, roughly tugging her back further and further on his tail, as it slammed roughly into her rapidly destroyed pussy. She kicked and struggled helplessly as Jabba destroyed her body for his own amusement and pleasure, hungrily licking his lips as her body responded pleasurably to his thick wrinkled tail…

"SCHUTTA!!" Roared the hutt, thrusting faster and faster until the twi'lek shrieked a horrific cry of pain… and went limp, Jabba still thrusting his tail in her body but there was no response. He frowned, yanking on her lekku roughly for any sort of reply… His majordomo, quickly noticing his increasing annoyance approached the dangling body from the side and glanced at her face…

Then slowly shook his head.

"…Boscka!" The hutt roared, suddenly ramming his tail into her limp body, before a thick trail of slime erupted inside her. "BOSCKA!!" he repeated, slamming a console beside his hand as the majordomo quickly leaped away, a trap door opening as the chains released the twi'lek headfirst down into it like a garbage chute.

It slammed ominously shut behind her vanishing body, and Jabba grabbed his pipe immediately beginning to smoke as the end of his bulbous tail began to shrink. "…Well?" he asked dismissively as the Majordomo cleared his throat.

"His information has checked out my Lord. What shall we do?"

The hutt chuckled, even as distant shrieks from the depths of his palace could be heard. "Let him talk to Gorto. I care not if the Empire loses a few prisoners."

"Yes, mighty Jabba." The Majordomo replied with a bow as the shrieks suddenly, and ominously, ceased.

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