PREFACE: Hey, Mr. X readers. It’s your boy Not-U here, been a minute. This just a wacky brain-fart, some parody action using the grand old “bounty hunters” trope from Those Movies. Meant to be part of a series, but… you know how I am with follow-through. We’ll see how it goes.

Expect terrible puns, lots of rough monster sex, humiliation and bondage, the barest minimum of plot, and a pair of profoundly luckless and witless heroines that just about everything in this evil galaxy seems to enjoy abusing. Remember, as ever, this story is fantasy only and not an endorsement of actual non-consensual acts in this or any galaxy. Feedback is welcome. Read on, and if you enjoy… shame on you.

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

STAR WHORES: GEM’S LAST BOUNTY

EPISODE I: HOMECUMMING

It is a time of great hackery. Somewhere in deep space, the billionth Star Whores parody is being written.

Its stars, ex-hookers Tanni Gem and Jessa Zaar, are on a quest to become BOUNTY HUNTERS. Their jobs always go wrong, but they owe too many payments on their starship to give up now.

The girls return from their latest failure to MOS BUUTEY on Metooine, a hive of sin and buggery where they still hope to find their big break...

“This is the Euphoria to Mos Buutey control, request landing clearance, over.”

It was always the same routine, the adorable Tanni Gem reflected to herself as she hailed the spaceport for the third time. Those sleazy assholes from the port authority would make them wait ages, clear them for some obscure docking bay far away from everyone else and then try to spring some juvenile prank on them. It was no way to treat a bounty hunter.

Not that they’d actually, technically, caught any bounties yet. The bounties always seemed to catch them. Even under her deliberately baggy dark blue overalls, Tanni could feel the flesh of her petite, small-breasted body tingling at the memory of what had just happened to them on Ord Wangell.

It had been awful, the way that Trandouchian smuggler had casually knocked the blaster out of her shaking hand, towering over her five-foot-nothing frame like a wall of scale and muscle. The way he’d slapped her pretty face and stripped her, the terrifying discovery that he was packing a massive double penis in his trousers as he’d bent her over and set clamps around her wrists. The way he’d made her squeal as he packed her hot, tight holes, rutting into her small slender body and dominating her utterly, brutally forcing a wet orgasm out of her clutching cunt as his thick second cock had stretched out her ass at the same time, the strokes long and deep and soul-searing, making her whole body shudder with unwanted pleasure as she’d been reduced to a mewling helpless plaything in his clawed grasp. And then his three mates had grabbed poor Jessa when she tried to run to her friend’s aid and… and…

… Tanni shook herself free from the reverie, her blue eyes clearing, a flush creeping into her pale skin. Fussing with her cute bobbed hair, tousled and disordered as always, she told herself firmly not to dwell on it. The crotch of her overalls was already soaked from the way the memory had tempted her into rubbing out a squirty, shuddering orgasm an hour before. Her clit was still thrumming, her soft wet pussy aching to be touched again… maybe it wouldn’t hurt? No, no need to go down that road. Focus, girl. You’re just lucky Jessa packed dark overalls this trip.

She was crossing and re-crossing her legs for the third time when Jessa Zaar came into the cockpit. “That damned droid is malfunctioning again.”

“Is it?”

Grateful for the distraction (her resolve not to masturbate again had been crumbling rapidly), Gem looked around and gave her friend a mischievous smile. They were often told they could be sisters: green-eyed Jessa was just as cute and petite as she was, just with caramel-coloured skin, her lustrous dark hair tied into cute pigtails, and some rather… unique tattoos under her own overalls.

Tanni also couldn’t help but notice that her friend was trembling, her eyes a little glassy the way they always got just after something or someone had brought her off hard. The mention of their droid O-69 left little to the imagination as to what that something might be.

“Dirty girl. Lemme guess, you were trying to ‘fix’ Oggie’s pleasure subroutines again.”

“I know you think it’s funny.” Jessa gave her a grimace as she plunked herself down in the co-pilot’s seat. “But he should be able to do normal repair work. I think they fucked with his systems last time we were here, anytime I try to get him to work on the engines he just sneaks up behind me, rips out the crotch of my overalls and sticks that fucking vibrator in my cooch.” She gestured to herself. “He just did it to me like three different times, I had to put a restraining bolt on him, this is literally the last of our backup clothing. It’s a problem, Tanni.”

“Got you off, though, didn’t he?” Tanni winked, and laughed when Jessa threw a rag at her.

“That’s not the point. Has groundside answered yet?”

“Nope. They made us hail them about a dozen times, last visit.”

“I remember.” Jessa looked pensive. “Maybe we should try operating out of somewhere that doesn’t… you know, hate us.”

“When we have the money, we will. We’ve just got to land one really good bounty.”

“Uh-huh.” Jessa chewed her lower lip and said: “Are you starting to feel like, I dunno. Like maybe that’s not going to happen? Maybe we should try something else.”

“I’m not going back to what we did before.” Tanni was less certain than she sounded, but the idea of going through all this without something to show for it made her feel just awful, she didn’t want to even think about it. “Any better ideas, I’m all ears.”

“I know, it’s just, something’s wrong. They knew we were coming, Tanni. Again. This is the fourth job in a row where that happened.”

“Yeah.” Tanni frowned a little. “I guess we need to get better at sneaking. Biggs always tells me that’s an important skill, we’re still learning.”

“You think maybe Biggs is the problem?” Jessa said it tentatively. She knew it was a touchy subject.

Sure enough, Tanni threw up her hands. “Look, I know you’re jealous that he’s my contact, alright? But he’s always been straight with me. He’s even extended our line of credit like a bunch of times and I didn’t even have to… to do that much for it.” They both knew this was a lie, but she bulled through this sentence despite the sceptical look on Jessa’s face. “There could be someone selling us out. I get it. But if there is, Biggs is the best person to help. I know what I’m doing, Jess.”

“Okay. If you say so.” Jessa’s tone was a little wan and uncertain. But she brightened a moment later at a bleep on the control panel. “Hey, look, it’s groundside.”

“Yeah. That was quick. For them.”

Tanni activated the speakers. A tinny voice said: “Mos Buutey control to Euphoria. You are cleared to land at docking bay nine. Prepare for inspection.”

“Whatever you say, control. Just… no bullshit this time? Please?”

“No idea what you’re talking about. Control out.”

Tanni and Jessa looked at each other grimly. Said at the same time: “There’s gonna be bullshit.”

But there was nothing for it. Euphoria was already running on fumes. Tanni sighed as she took the ship into the atmosphere, tried to keep from thinking on what nasty surprises the port authority might have in store for them. They’d find out soon enough.

Euphoria wasn’t much to look at: a lumpy little trawler that had been obsolete thirty years ago, an appalling money sink and really not a reminder of pleasant experiences. Still, Tanni had a certain fondness for her. She watched the port crew proceeding to “inspect” her with distrust. They better not break anything this time.

One of the mechanics was offloading O-69. The little barrel-shaped droid they not-so-fondly called “Oggie” was stuck in its customary attitude, claw-like manipulators outstretched and a tool arm sporting a massive purple gel dildo waggling in front of it, twitching a little but immobilized by the restraining bolt. The mechanic gave the girls an unpleasant leer as he looked it over. Jessa flipped him the bird and spat.

The harbor master was a fat, floppy-eared Bungan named Fub-Fub. Tanni knew it was unfair to judge a whole species based on his example, but it didn’t change the fact that knowing him has taught her to hate Bungans on sight. As he trundled up to her now, gross belly stretching his tunic, his broad froggy mouth fixed in a grin, he said: “Yousa girlie-girls comen empty-handed again, no?”

Tanni felt her ears go hot. “It’s not what you think, Fub-Fub.”

“Not what Fub-Fub think, hah!” His belly jiggled with mirth. “Yousa not knowen what Fub-Fub think.”

“We know exactly what you think.” Jessa’s voice with scathing as she got in the Bungan’s face, pointing a finger. “You think we got jumped again and, and stripped naked and like, fucked and fucked and fucked a whole bunch of times and then the mark left us tied up and covered in cum and then when the guard came we had to suck them all off just to let us loose and then the mark got away and, and…”

Tanni gave her friend an embarrassed look as Jessa, belatedly realizing her mouth had gotten away from her, quickly clamped it shut. Fub-Fub’s grin didn’t shift as he raised a bushy eyebrow at her. Looking suddenly trapped, Jessa quickly discovered an urgent need to walk away and check something at the rear of the ship. Fub-Fub’s beady regard turned back to Gem, who felt her stomach flop. Here it comes.

“Fub-Fub no carren about all a dat. What Fub-Fub carren about issa docking fee.”

“Come on, Fub-Fub,” Tanni said. “I don’t have the money with me, okay? We couldn’t collect on the bounty. I’ll get it for you as soon as we’re out of here.”

“Hmmmm.” He rumbled, affecting to think deeply. “Yousa needen a refuel, summa main-tenance, repair fuh yousa droid… expensive, Fub-Fub think.” And he broke off as one of the techs going over the ship’s hull shouted something at him. His eyebrows shot up and he looked over at Tanni with his customary guile. “Oh, and… look like yousa needen some pest contrrrolll.”

“Pest control? What the fuck –” she broke off as she looked up and saw the tech holding up a wriggling creature about a foot long, and then looked back at Fub-Fub as the realization of what today’s prank was going to be hit her. “That was not there. You people planted that.”

Fub-Fub affected surprise, widening his eyes and putting up his hands. “Weesa planten ball’oks on a ship in weesa own port? Neeevah. Yousa bringen them here. Verrry bad.”

“We did not bring them here.” Tanni put her hands on her hips in cold fury. “You’re fucking with us again.”

“Fub-Fub would nah do sucha thing, girlie-girl. Of courrrse… pest control expensive. You maybe savin some money if you… taken carrrre of them.”

“You want me to clean a bunch of pests off my ship that you put there.” Tanni sighed in aggravation, paced away from him and then said: “Okay. And if I play your little game you’ll let us dock without any more crap?”

“No crrrap.” Fub-Fub put a hand on his heart. “Fub-Fub given you his worrrd. Settlin the docking fee whenever.”

She sighed again. There was nothing for it: no way was he going to admit what he’d done. “Fine. Get your people out of the way and let’s get it done.”

“Good, good.” Fub-Fub’s chuckle was not a reassuring sound. “Oh, and after… yousa given Fub-Fub his little grrratuity, no?”

Gem blushed deeply. I was kinda hoping he wouldn’t have the energy, this time. Her voice came out a little smaller now: “Uh, okay. Fine.” She tried not to let her mind wander to what “gratuity” meant with Fub-Fub, or her stupid hormones would go into overdrive again. Just get through it. “Mind if I get started?”

“Be Fub-Fub guest, girlie-girl.” And the Bungan waddled away and Tanni looked over and met Jessa’s eyes. The petite cuties shared a look of resignation. Time to get to work.

“Taking care” of a ball’ok infestation wasn’t as simple as it sounded.

Ball’oks were an obnoxious pest that originated from some obscure hell-planet on the Outer Rim. Someone had found them amusing and had brought them back to a pleasure planet somewhere near Kessel. From there, they’d gotten loose and become a galactic menace.

They didn’t look like much at first. Scuttling little bundles of legs and eyes with some kind of floppy extrusion on the top. But their little legs sported claws that could rip through fabric and wiring… and that floppy thing on top, when a ball’ok scented certain kinds of prey, could engorge to almost a foot long and reveal itself in the shape of something very like a turgid, veiny humanoid cock.

What the evolutionary point of this organ was, nobody could tell. It wasn’t for eating or reproduction, which the creatures seemed to do by budding. Some people theorized that ball’oks had been designed by some long-departed race of perverts as a living sex toy. What was undoubted was that they were partial to humanoid females, that they were quite capable of using those appendages just like the real members they resembled, and that when startled they emitted a sweet vapor that could disorient you.

Tanni and Jessa begged for safety equipment: there was none, of course. They tried to ignore Fub-Fub’s leering tech crew lounging around and drinking splotchka as they watched. The two hotties weren’t going to give them the satisfaction of a show if they could possibly avoid it. They rolled up the sleeves on their overalls, tied some rags around their faces for at least a little protection, picked up a couple of crowbars and got to work.

Jessa started out hunting around on the outer hull. Before long an alien-sounding squawk and a thud announced she’d found one. Tanni went inside, creeping through Euphoria’s cramped interior and scanning for movement. It wasn’t long before she spotted something scuttling across the floor, back into the cargo hold filled with their meager supplies.

Following it, she said to herself: Think like a bounty hunter, Tanni. You can do this.

Step, step, step, slowly in. There, on the left. Movement. Tanni homed in on it. Step, step, quietly forward, it was hiding under a crate. She kicked the crate over and…

… she gasped. The ball’ok was there, alright. The cock-like appendage on its back was fully engorged, with something that looked for all the world like pre-cum oozing from its tip. For just a moment, she hesitated, and the thought: Wow, that’s kind of impressive, wandered unbidden across her brain.

Too late, she heard the scuttling sounds behind her. Cried out: “What the—” as a small body collided with her back. Panic seized her as she twisted around to try to get at the disgusting thing, and the distraction provided all the opportunity the ball’ok in front of her needed to leap on her right leg and start climbing up her body.

She could feel their horrid little legs digging through the fabric of her clothing. “Get off me, you fucking monsters!” The one behind was climbing up her back, she tried clumsily to whack at with the crowbar but couldn’t connect, desperately tried to shake off the one climbing her leg, but it just clung on and kept coming, she twisted desperately and cried out and then found herself tripping over one of the crates behind her. The world lurched around her and she saw stars as her skull collided with the deck plating. “Aghhh!”

For a moment she blacked out. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself staring into the impassive stalked eyes of a ball’ok, its legs gripping her face and its horrid sucker-like mouth drooling onto the rag covering her mouth. Instinctively, she screamed, tried to bring her crowbar up to strike it… and it promptly gave a coughing sound and enveloped her in a faceful of sickly-sweet pink mist.

What the… fuck… Poor Tanni’s mind reeled as she coughed. The mist was potent, she felt like someone had just injected her with some kind of drug. She was dizzy, couldn’t focus… heard something clatter on the floor beside her and realized she’d lost her grip on the crowbar. And the whole situation. Oh shit…

The ball’ok on her leg was now industriously ripping away the fabric from her crotch. It could smell human pussy – young and sweet and vulnerable, ripe for exploitation – and wasn’t wasting any time. The creature gripping Gem’s pretty face, meanwhile, was ripping away the rag. Dread thrummed through her as she saw the thing’s little body twist around somehow, as if on a hinge, and bring its cock-like appendage to bear.

The horror of the situation overwhelmed her, and she couldn’t help it. She opened her mouth to scream and promptly found it stuffed full of turgid ball’ok cock.

“Mmmmphhh!” Gem wailed around the organ in horror as the perverted little creature began to torque itself, shoving the member repeatedly into her salivating mouth and fucking her tear-streaked face. Desperately, she tried to bite down on it, but its rubbery flesh was too tough for her teeth and all she got was another faceful of pink mist for her trouble. She coughed and spluttered and gagged around the rutting dick: “Ughhhhlckkhh! Glllchhhh-glllckhhh-glllckhhh-gllllckkhhh-glllackkhhh-glllackhhh…”

The ball’oks wasted no time punishing their increasingly helpless slut. As the creature in her mouth began thrust further and further in, seemingly intent on breaching her throat as her saliva burst around the pulsating shaft, the one at her crotch finally ripped away the last of the overall fabric between it and its glistening pink objective. Gem wasn’t wearing panties—all the pairs she’d had had gotten ripped off, ruined or stolen during the journey to Ord Wangell – so her only underwear at this point was a fishnet body stocking that offered no defense at all for her soft cunt.

She couldn’t see the creature at her crotch. The sloppy drool from the face-fucking that was quickly escalating into a throat-fucking was rapidly coating her face and getting in her eyes. But she could feel it wrap two of its appendages around her hips, feel the heat of its alien member play across the lips of her tingling slit… and then feel it hammer into her twat.

“GLMMMPHHHH!” She thrashed her head as the dreadful space vermin went to work mercilessly on her holes. “GLMMMHHH-GLLCKKKHHH-GLLLCKKHHH-GLLCCKKHHH-GLLCKHHH…”

The most horrible thing was… the cocks really did feel like cocks. Hot, throbbing, sinfully sexy hot man-meat inside her, the kind of feeling she could never stop her body from responding to… and to her utter shame and defeat, she found herself responding now, her cunt getting steadily wetter as it was pounded with the ball’ok’s rapid, ravenous thrusts, her moans around the thing raping her mouth growing more and more sensual, her back arching and her legs spreading wider to give more access to the monster ravaging her fuckhole. Her choked grunts and gurgles rapidly escalated into squeals as thing in her cunt mindlessly hammered her over the edge, her pussy gushing – for Gem was a squirter of epic proportions – and her juices fountaining out around it as it went on heedlessly ravishing that sweetly spasming, clasping snatch.

They’re fucking… FUCKING me so hard… can’t think, can’t breathe… oh no I think I’m gonna CUM again… Overmastered and overwhelmed by her diminutive opponents, her face now thoroughly coated in a mess of saliva coughed up around the intruder in her throat, barely able to get enough oxygen to keep conscious, Gem realized she’d been reduced to completely helpless fuck-meat yet again. This time by space vermin, which was truly a new low. Can’t believe… this can’t be happening to me… OH GOD I’M CUMMING AGAIN… “GLLLLCCCKHHHHH! GLLLHHHCKHHHHH!”

She tensed up, eyes rolling back in her head as her whole body shuddered and she bestowed another mighty stream of pussy juice on the deck. The ball’oks’ thrusts grew faster, deeper, ever-more demanding. Soon they were twitching inside her and loads of thick, slimy spunk were pumping up her cunt and flooding her mouth. She had to choke it down as fast as she could just to breathe, and there was a terrible sickly sweetness to it, like over-sugared candy.

Finally, the creatures relinquished her. As they pulled out, though, and she lay shuddering in the wake of what had just happened to her, with spunk leaking from her ravished pussy and dripping down her chin, she realized she could hear movement all around her. She looked around and saw that at least another half-dozen of the creatures had crept into the open… every one of them engorged and ready for action. Oh, FUCK…

At that moment she heard Jessa’s voice ring through the compartment. “Tanni? I heard noises. Are you okay?”

Gem stirred, trying to get a hold of herself, to summon her voice. Warn her bestie to stay away. But as she tried and failed to climb to her feet, addled by the blasts of the intoxicating pink mist, she saw three more of them closing in on her. And as they climbed aboard her, orienting their dreadful alien wangs at her mouth, her snatch, her vulnerable ass, she didn’t even have time to open her mouth to warn poor Jessa before they took her. All she could get out was: “Jeffffmmmphhh! Mmmmphhh! MMMGLLCKHHH-GLLCKKHHH-GLLACCKHHH-GLCKHHHH!~

The airtight rape of all three of Gem’s holes began in earnest. As the massive, bloated members of the mindless ball’oks took control of her, she saw Jessa come running in, crowbar at the ready… and saw another half-dozen ball’oks materialize out of the shadows, tackling the honey-skinned hottie from multiple directions. Jessa… Nooo… FUCK they’re fucking me so hard I’m gonna cum AGAIN…

“GLLAAACKHHHH!” Gem squealed helplessly around her latest throat-fucking as her pussy started to clutch and squirt, clutch and squirt, over and over while another of the ball’oks shoved its hot member deep and brutally into her ass. She was utterly filled, nothing but a sexual puppet for the mindless ravishers, as she watched the space vermin tackle her bestie and subject her to the same treatment.

Even as it was happening, even as their overalls were shredded and their holes thoroughly plundered in by the vicious little things, her bleary mind begin to be aware of more scuttling noises in the shadows, as more and more of the creatures began to emerge. A terrible realization struck her: Fub-Fub and his men had planted enough of these creatures on the ship to fuck both of them into an utter stupor and debase them completely. At this point they were just along for the ride, which became clear as she saw the frantically flailing Jessa get hit with a face full of pink mist of her own. Ohhh fuck… we’re LITERALLY screwed… Fub-Fub, you BASTARD…

Luckily, ball’oks were easy enough to deal with once their reserve of cum was spent. It turned out there were only forty of them, each of them packing a couple of loads of spunk, and there was an end-point to the brutal train they ran on Tanni Gem and Jessa Zaara.

It wasn’t much consolation. Both bitches – and the ball’oks most definitely made bitches of them during the relentless repeated rapes – took forty slimy loads of spunk apiece, up their asses or down their gullets or in their spasming, humiliatingly orgasmic cunts. The vicious alien ravaging lasted for almost seven hours.

Worse yet: cleaning the quiescent creatures up after they’d fucked their sexy quarry stupid was an exercise in humiliation. The little crab-like things should never have been able to master them, to do the things they’d done to them, to leave them virtually naked in nothing but boots and ripped fishnet body-stockings, their pretty faces slathered with tears and spit and snot and all their holes streaming with alien cum, with big slimy streams of it running down their chests, their asses, their firm young thighs.

The ordeal had also revealed Jessa’s tattoos: a lurid set of instructions for how best to use, abuse and degrade her. In a dozen different scripts from a dozen different planets, they said: “CUM DUMPSTER.” “WORTHLESS FUCKSLUT.” “STUPID WHORE.” “I’M A WEAK DUMB BITCH.” “TREAT ME LIKE TRASH.” Some of the phrases came with helpful illustrating red arrows pointing at her cunt or her ass: “FILL IT WITH SPUNK.” “RAPE THIS.” “HUNGRY FOR COCK.” Jessa usually affected not to notice her ink, but after an experience like this one, tears could be seen on her cheeks as she looked down the explicit, crude writing that had been forcibly harrowed into her smooth caramel flesh.

At the end of it all, Jessa and Tanni were still visibly trembling from the machine-gun orgasms the horrid things had forced out of their tender young fuckholes. They tried not to look at each other as they scooped up the masses of exhausted vermin, bagged them up and tottered out into the open, fully expecting to face the sneers and laughter of Fub-Fub’s crew. Turned out most of them had dispersed hours ago, but that, too, was little consolation: the holo-viewer active in one corner of the hangar, where discarded cans of splotchka and suspicious wads of tissue were clustered, was still showing both girls in mid ball’ok ravishment on a loop. Clearly the techs had planted cams on the ship to catch the evidence of their “cute” prank.

They’ll probably be spanking to that footage for years. Bastards. Gem felt disgust churning in her stomach… along with more than a dozen loads of ball’ok jism still digesting there. She hauled the bags over to Fub-Fub’s office and proffered them to the leering Bungan as he got up from behind his capacious desk.

“There.” Tanni tried not to, but she felt herself flush with shame as she held the bags out. “You got what you wanted. Okay? Can we please go?”

The repulsive Bungan’s eyebrows twitched, his grin smug. He took the bags gingerly, made a smacking noise with his lips that summoned an underling, and handed them off.

He said: “Of courrrse. Yousa well gone… after Fub-Fub haven his grrrratuity.”

Gem’s flush grew deeper. Helpless, she could only say: “Uhhh… okay.”

As she said it, one of Fub-Fub’s techs, a bald man with some kind of digital implants rigged at his temples, came up and said to Jessa: “You droid is ready. Care to give him a test run?”

The utterly overwhelmed and fucked-out besties could only share a look of pure misery as Jessa said: “Okay, sure.” They knew exactly what was coming… but there was nothing at all they could do to stop it.

Fub-Fub wasn’t fastidious, but he wasn’t kinky enough to want to touch Gem in her thoroughly cum-drenched, sweat-soaked and spittle-smeared condition. He wordlessly directed her to the bathroom near his office, where she at least got a chance to clean up. She tried to keep her mind blank as the wiped off the worst of it.

Jessa had been afforded no such courtesy. As Gem came out, she glanced out into the hangar and saw her friend face-down on the hangar floor: the tech had fired O-69 up to demonstrate his “repairs,” which appeared to consist of amping up the pumping action of the droid’s tool arm and mounting an even larger vibrating dildo on it.

Oggie had poor Jessa, still soiled with the spit and spunk and tears and snot of her horrible ordeal, gripped in his manipulators once again, bent over in front of him with a metal clamp on each slender thigh. The droid was fucking her streaming cunt faster, harder and deeper than ever. He let out little bloops and bleeps of delight as the exhausted beauty writhed in helpless pleasure on the greasy floor and let out raw squeals of wrenching orgasm: “AWWWWW GAWWWWWD FUUUUHHUUUUCK!” The vibrating toy stuffed her painfully sensitive young pussy relentlessly, violating and stretching it as she tensed up and shuddered, the waves of forced ecstasy crashing over her repeatedly.

The tech was looking on dispassionately. “As you can see, Miss Zaar,” he said: “We’ve significantly improved the droid’s manipulator strength and upped the power of his pumping action by over fifty percent. I can see you’re quite enjoying the new dildo, you’ll be pleased to know it’s now a full sixteen inches in length and a solid four inches in diameter. The vibrations are significantly stronger now, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, and it should provide penetrations of the most extreme nature. That is what you want, isn’t it?”

“Nuh… noooo not what I want it’s NOT whuhhh… oh GAWWD so fuh… fucking DEEP…” Even as Jessa tried to protest, her cute glutes were rippling as she couldn’t stop herself from bucking back to meet Oggie’s pistoning thrusts. Just as she hadn’t been able to stop herself from doing the same with the ball’oks. Neither of them had. Her eyes went wide as Oggie responded to her eagerness by increasing the speed and force of his mechanical penetration, hammering the wanton’s hole even more brutally as she gasped: “FFFUUCK I’m gonna CUM again…  gonna cum again gonnacumagain ohhhh FUUUCK I’m FUCKING CUMMMING don’t FUCKING stop I’m FUCKING CUHHH… AAAAWWWWW FUUUUUCK!”

As Jessa’s eyes rolled back under the impact of the fresh orgasm, the tech calmly noted: “And we’re particularly proud of this. Your droid now has the ability to migrate his attention between orifices. We’ve installed a sensor suite to help him determine when this will have the most pleasurable impact for the user. It should be kicking in any moment now.”

“Wha… what the…” Gasping and shuddering as Oggie’s toy pulled out of her, drenched in her juices, Jessa looked back over her shoulder in alarm. Sure enough, the floppy toy was sliding up across her taint and beginning to press at the mouth of her sphincter. Frantically she started babbling: “Nonono wait Oggie please not my ass I’ve taken way too many dicks in my ass today Oggie please not my ahhhhahhh… AUUUGHHH… FFFFFUCK OGGIE…”

Her guttural moans announced that her rough buggering had begun. The pistoning of Oggie’s tool arm was if anything even more forceful than before, and it was clear before long that the butt fuck, impersonal and robotic and pitiless, was taking Jessa to a place so deep that she couldn’t form words anymore. She just thrashed and groaned and sobbed in ecstasy and despair.

“Of course,” the tech went on like all this was just a day at the office: “We had to remove his repair subroutines and fully dedicate his cortex to pleasure mode. He’ll be focused on that mission whenever active, now. You can use the restraining bolt, just be aware that he’ll resist it, and if successful he’ll be extra-ferocious. In such an instance, he can only stay operative for eight hours at a stretch, so it would just be a matter of hanging on until after he’s done with you. I trust you’re okay with that, Miss Zaar?”

No answer save for Jessa’s raw, ass-fucked squealing. The tech listened to this for a few moments and then nodded as if he was having an actual conversation.

“Very good. I’ll leave you to sample the goods, then. When you’d like Oggie to stop, just yell STOP in the correct language, and he’ll wind his activities down. Probably. We haven’t actually tested that part yet, good luck with it.”

That bit got through. Jessa’s head jolted up and she managed to force out a few words at the tech’s departing back: “Wha… wait whuh… WHHUUGHHHH… what language… you didn’t… didn’t say what FUCKING LANGUAGE AWWWHAWWWWGHHHHH FUUUUCK, MY AHHHAAASSS… so fucking DEEP IN MY AAAAASSSS…”

Trapped to the spot by the searing spectacle, Tanni didn’t notice Fub-Fub coming up behind her until he commented into her ear: “Yousa friend issa dam talented.” She nearly jumped out of her skin.

There was a particularly cheap cologne Fub-Fub was fond of using on his rubbery skin. It smelled almost like industrial lubricant, and it was a smell Gem hated. She hated everything about Fub-Fub, really, but she couldn’t show it now. She turned and forced a smile for him, traced a finger flirtatiously down between his flabby man-boobs.

“You ready for that gratuity, Fub-Fub?”

“Mmmm.” He gaved a pleased rumble deep in his chest. “Fub-Fub liken when girlie-girl try to playen nice. Come now.”

He took her by the hand, leading her into his office. She gave a parting glance to the shape of poor Jessa getting butt-fucked into a stupor on the hangar floor. They’d have to do something about the droid… but to her shame, Gem felt the sight bringing the familiar tingle of lust and growing wetness between her thighs. Fub-Fub would probably mistake it as lust for him.

As the office door shut behind them, Fub-Fub didn’t waste time, pulling off his tunic to reveal the rolls of pale, mottled fat on his torso. She couldn’t help but feel her gorge rising at the prospect of what was about to happen as he shed his pantaloons, his blubbery thighs and buttocks quivering as he turned around to show the ugly, pendulous organ, thick and bulbous, hanging down from under his bulging gut.

He grinned and beckoned to her and  it was a funny, awful thing. Despite the sick feeling roiling her guts, Gem was only getting wetter down there as she stepped toward him. He seated himself on the desk, which she suspected he’d had specially reinforced to bear his weight, and pointed to his crotch.

“Time for yousa get to worrrk, girlie-girl.”

You’ve gotten through this before, she told herself. One last time. Then you’re going to get a real bounty and get off this miserable rock. Just… one last time. She’d told herself that before, too, but she tried to feel it as a truth, to visualize herself flying far away out into the galaxy as she bent over in front of the Bungan and reached for his prick.

It stank. Even his cheap cologne couldn’t mask the pungent smell of sweat wafting off his privates. He had to actually lift up his stomach to give her access as she leaned in, choking back her disgust, to put the massive organ in her warm,  wet mouth.

Miserably, she set to sucking it, wanking it, the enormous cudgel of Bungan manflesh stretching her jaw almost painfully as she tried to fit it all in her mouth. Fub-Fub moaned with pleasure as he began to harden, his tool throbbing, the veins and ridges of it playing over her tongue as she gamely tried to bring him off as quickly as she could. She reached down as fondled his pendulous balls as her spit slopped down his shaft, the wet sucking sounds getting louder.

“Ahhh… yousa good at that, girlie-girl… down more now, sucken Fub-Fub balls, bitch… play with that girlie-girl pussy and sucken Fub-Fub balls…”

The smell of him grew stronger, almost overpowering her as she popped the massive prick out of her mouth, trying her best horny look out on him as she kissed her way down his shaft and flickered her tongue over his ballsack. It was Fub-Fub who’d taught her that Bungans have three testicles, and she could practically feel the cum churning inside them as the popped the pungent morsels into her mouth, one after another, lavishing them with spit-soaked pleasure as she wanked his shaft.

The horny look wasn’t entirely acting. She obeyed the instruction to play with her pussy as she sucked, and it was so wet, so sensitive, her fingers bringing jolts of pleasure through her soft young flesh, the slut moaning as she toyed with her clit and felt a full-body shiver of dark delight even as she abased herself, praying for him to cum quickly.

No luck. The Bungan moaned louder and said: “Ahhh, good girlie-girl, yousa Fub-Fub good little bitch… now time to do that thing Fub-Fub like…”

The Bungan was labouriously hoisting up one of his fat thighs to expose his bulging taint and the pucker of his arsehole. Gem hesitated for the first time, looking up at him almost imploringly, her eyes watering from his stench and silently pleading with him: Do I really have to? The Bungan’s grin only got nastier.

“No playen with Fub-Fub, bitch, we both knowen you like it, too… now eat Fub-Fub ass while you stroken his cock, girlie-girl, dooo it…”

Mastering her disgust, Gem finally found her courage and began to kiss her way down over the disgusting alien’s taint. She contemplated his asshole, Bungans had some kind of gland in there that wept a clear fluid and put off an extra-strong odour. But fighting her way through the pong, Gem resolutely went in, pushed out her tongue… and slid it into Fub-Fub’s nasty sphincter.

She couldn’t help it: she started to finger her cunt harder as she performed the disgusting act. Fub-Fub’s leering laughter echoed in her eyes as the squelching sounds coming out of her dripping twat grew louder, and she started to gobble his ass, rimming him with gusto as she pulled on his slippery prick, feeling it throb in her hands as she surrended to his perverted whims.

“Yeah… Yousa good little bitch… maken yousa horrrny to lick Fub-Fub dirrrty ass… get yousa face all in there, girlie-girl…”

Fub-Fub reached down with one hand and took her by the hair, pulling her face into his asshole and burying her nose in his reeking taint. Gem whined and moaned as the filthy act sent her horny pussy into overdrive. She couldn’t stop herself: her fingers started fucking her cunt frantically, she worked three of them into herself and then four, slapping her clit rapidly with her palm as she swirled her tongue around in the depths of Fub-Fub’s rectum, her body tensing up as she felt herself driving toward orgasm.

Oh fuck… oh FUCK I can’t help it I’m gonna… I’m gonna… CUMMING… “Mmmmhmmmphhhh! NMMMHMMPHHHH!” She mewled pitifully, struggling to breathe as Fub-Fub held her face in place and forced her to keep eating ass while she brought herself off hard, her pussy squirting out a stream of spend that seemed to last an eternity as her vision blurred and she saw stars.

Finally, he let her up. She gasped for air, her face streaked with fresh tears and her whole body shuddering as she met his smug gaze. “Good girlie-girl,” he said. “But yousa no done.”

Gem nodded despairingly. The hope that Fub-Fub would finish quickly was a distant one: that triple set of churning balls gave him staying power. “I know, Fub-Fub…”

Before long he had her mouth back on his cock, fucking her face unmercifully, throating her, his balls slapping her wet chin as she gurgled and gagged around the intrusion until he pumped his first load down her gullet, the bitch cumming wetly on her fingers again as she swallowed it.

She took his second load deep in her squirting pussy, riding atop him and looking into his eyes and giving him the breathless dirty-talk he liked about being “Fub-Fub’s good little whore,” her fuckhole milking that ugly prick until it twitched and spewed hot, slimy jizz into her and brought off even harder, near to passing out.

After that, as was his usual wont, he looked disapprovingly at the wet mess of girl-cum she’d squirted all over his floor and demanded that she clean it up. There was only one method he’d accept, and she spent twenty minutes on her hands and knees, crawling at his feet and trying to lap up the puddles with her tongue until he was hard again. He stepped in above her without ceremony then, pressing her face-down and ass-up for exploitation and grinding his slippery prick up her poop chute, fucking her ass with long, deep strokes as she squalled and wailed, unable to keep her fingers out of her slutty little snatch as she was brutally buggered.

As Fub-Fub drove to his final, snarling climax, he grabbed her by the hair and said: “Yessss… GOOD little girlie-girl… tellen Fub-Fub what you arrrre… FUCKING say it…”

His hot spunk started to the flood her ass and her pussy, crammed full of her frantically thrusting fingers, started to squirt messily, waves of amazing climax tearing through her like electrical current, and Gem cried out from the depths of her being: “I’m a whore I’m a whore I’m Fub-Fub’s STUPID LITTLE WHORE OHHHH FUUUUUCK I’M CUMMIIIING…”

She hated it, she hated him. She knew it with every fiber of her being. So why does it feel so good?

THE END, FOR NOW… but the girls of the EUPHORIA and all their pervy friends and enemies will be back in EPISODE II: THE WHORE’S DILEMMA.

Written and Directed by

NOT-U

Produced by

NOT-U IN A FUNNY MOUSTACHE

Executive Producer

NOT-U IN A CLOWN WIG

CAST

(A Completely Unofficial List of Not-U’s Headcanon Face Claims)

Carmen Callaway as TANNI GEM

Holly Hendrix as JESSA ZAAR

Rikishi Phatu as FUB-FUB

Brian Blessed as THE VOICE OF FUB-FUB

John Hollis as THE TECH

Warwick Davis as O-69

Peter North’s Junk as THE BALL’OKS

John Langford as TRANDOUCHIAN SMUGGLER

The producers wish to thank XVIDEOS.COM, Domino’s Pizza, and Canadian Club. Not that any of them have a thing to do with this story, the author is just really into them. Thanks also to https://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/. It’s doubtful the proprietor will be happy to learn they contributed to this nonsense, but most of the names in this story started there.

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