PREFACE: Hey, Mr. X readers. It’s your boy Not-U here, been a minute. This is 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 II: THE WHORE’S DILEMMA

 

Dark forces have always stalked the galaxy. Raiders. Slavers. Pirates. Warlords.

On the planet Metooine, a young whore of the Tri’lik people flees the mysterious bandits who kidnapped her sisters… and staggers into the perverted thieves’ den of MOS BUUTEY.

Out of the frying pan, into the fire. But her path does cross with a pair of wannabe BOUNTY HUNTERS named Tanni Gem and Jessa Zaar, and they’re eager to help…

 

The slender young red-skinned Tri’lik girl staggered through Mos Buutey’s muddy streets, clearly struggling under the weight of the sack slung over her shoulder.

More than a little of the pervasive muck of Metooine was slathered on her firm body and her lovely face; her legs were wobbly, and she’d face-planted more than once on her desperate journey here. Still, she couldn’t help noticing how she draw the eyes of the men around her – and they were mostly men, for species where gender even mattered – with her fine-featured beauty and the exotic head-tails that seemed to so fascinate other peoples.

It was more than that, of course. She was dressed in nothing but a tiny black leather bikini, thigh-high boots with thoroughly impractical stilettos heels, and a tracery of tribal tattoos at her hips and collarbone. Her body was five and a half feet of delicious sensuality with proud, firm tits pushing out her top, and the camel-toe at her crotch leaving no doubt about the delights on offer down there.

That, of course, was where the men’s eyes strayed the most. Even in my obvious desperation, she thought with a bitterness that was reflected in her hazel eyes: I’m nothing but a whore to them. They probably like seeing me like this. Mud-smeared and hopeless and debased. Fuckers. Not one man she saw offered to help her with her burden.

Her vision was swimming. She was close to exhaustion. It was with relief that she finally spotted the sign of the bar the Peeonosian merchant by the gates had told her to look for. Pook’s Cantina. She remembered the disdain in his voice, his wings fluttering to lift his bulbous little body an extra foot away from her. The ostentatious way he’d sniffed the air, making clear to her how much her filthy condition offended him. He’d clearly been thinking: It’s a proper place for the likes of you.

But the hell with it. She had to start somewhere. She stumbled to the door as it irised open in front of her.

The sounds of jizz music and raucous laughter washed over her. The place wasn’t large. Multiple kinds of smoke thickened the air and a dozen different species were on view, sporting everything from horns to feather to bug eyes… and most of them with blasters at their sides. There was a small band on a stage in one corner, a group of warbling aliens with spindly limbs singing about something—probably salacious—in F’ukkese.

Her eyes wandered over the scene. Intriguingly, nobody here seemed to think a filth smeared Tri’lik whore was worth a second glance. Nobody except one human girl, blue-eyed and pale and with her dark hair in a messy bob, who caught her eye from a table near the bar. It was the first friendly gaze she’d seen in Mos Buutey, and the Tri’lik made a beeline for her with relief.

The girl, petite and skinny and clearly almost a half foot shorter even than the Tri’lik herself, nevertheless got up to help with the heavy sack. The Tri’lik noticed that like herself, the girl was dressed… minimally. She wore a fishnet body stocking, torn in many places, and there were strips of dark cloth, clearly improvised clothing, wrapped around her pert little breasts and tied around her hips, with one strip left dangling to attempt some modesty for the shaven pussy mound underneath. Unfortunately, it flapped around far too much when she moved to achieve its goal. About her only practical garb was her incongruously workmanlike boots.

But she was stronger than her waifish little form suggested, and the sack lightened considerably as she took hold and helped her guest set it down, its contents clinking. “Damn, this thing is heavy,” she commented with a laugh. “You look like you’ve had a time of it. Why don’t you have a seat?”

“Thank you,” the Tri’lik said with heartfelt relief, subsiding into a chair. “Thank you. You’re the first person to treat me with any… kindness here. I was starting to wonder if I made a mistake.”

“Yeah, Mos Buutey can be like that.”

The girl said it with an air of resignation and sat down across from her, gesturing to a nearby waiter droid for drinks. It came wheeling over, bleeping, and offered a tray of mysterious green fluids in thick tumblers. The girl took one and sipped from it without hesitation and the Tri’lik, watching her, followed suit… coughing slightly as the strength of the spirits hit her palate.

“My name’s Tanni Gem,” the human girl said, offered a hand. “What’s yours?”

“I am called Isi’duzit.” The Tri’lik beauty shook her hand tentatively. “Formerly of the Pink Palace.”

“Pink Palace. I think I’ve heard of it.” Tanni frowned, thinking. “Isn’t that the pleasure den down by the Burning Lake? Run by…”

“Madame Tej, yes.” Isi’duzit let some of the grief, until now subsumed by the desperation of flight, show through. “It was run by her. It is no more. The Madame and all my sisters are gone… taken.”

One of Tanni’s hands flew to her mouth. “Oh, no. I’m so sorry. What happened?”

“Bandits.” Isi’duzit felt her lip tremble, but refused to cry. “They’re why I’m here. They must pay for what they’ve done, I have to get my sisters back. It was just a day ago when they came…”

The memories welled up vividly as Isi’duzit told her tale. The images and feelings were as vivid as if she were reliving at all over again.

The Pink Palace had been conceived as a haven from the brutish realities of Metooine. Most of the planet might be mud and jungle, festooned with pirate dens and haunted by violent beasts, but the little clutch of pink buildings beside their hot springs was peaceful. The Madame forbade weapons and violence there. It was a place where the richest men from the towns could come and lay down their cares in safety for a while.

Custom had slowed to a trickle of late, though. Metooine’s boom years of feeding on the corruption of the Imperium’s underbelly were behind it. Slowly but surely, the rule of the New Alliance was squeezing the pirates out. The girls had taken to doing exotic dance holos for broadcast. Isi’duzit had been dancing in front of a holo-recording droid when the first sounds came.

She had grown up in tranquility of the Pink Palace. It was only belatedly that she worked out that she was hearing blaster fire. But the screams were unmistakable. Isi, as her friends called her, had been down to nothing but her stiletto-heeled thigh-high hooker boots, gyrating and fingering her bald pussy for the edification of faraway clients, and had been on the verge of getting off when the screams penetrated the erotic haze.

Yanking her fingers away from her wet little cunt in sudden fright, the Tri’lik hastily told the droid to shut down. It bleeped an inquiry at her, but she didn’t even reply in her haste to get out to the courtyard.

But what she saw there made her quail in fright. Several of the Pink Palace’s buildings were smoking, vast dark holes ripped through their walls. An immense ship was hovering over the place, putting everything in shadow. Huge figures in crude-looking black armor and carrying blaster rifles were everywhere: they had set up some kind of perimeter in the courtyard and could be seen fanning out, rifles at the ready, their movements obviously trained even to an untrained eye.

And her sisters were being hauled out into the courtyard. Some of them were bruised, all of their faces were tear-stained. Most were naked, some because of the work they’d been doing – just like Isi herself – and some with shreds and tatters hanging around their firm young bodies as if they’d been forcibly stripped. All their hands were bound behind their backs with mag-clamps. Isi clapped a hand to her mouth to stifle a scream as she saw there were more than eighty of them: the invaders had already captured almost everyone, they must have missed her by now only through sheer luck.

Madame Tej was in the forefront of the crowd of huddled, miserable, naked whores. Rags of an ornate gown hung around her, her clothes clearly ripped away like so many of her charges, revealing that the Tagruto beauty was as slender and muscular now as she had been in her youngest days. (Isi had seen the holos.) Her fine-featured face was dignified, the white-and-silver muntrel crest and triple head-tails arrayed to make her look like a queen. It was raining and her white facial pigment mask was running, but her fine-featured face was serene, an expression that refused to relinquish serenity despite her bindings, despite the water beading and running down her naked orange flesh and the chill air making the nipples on her small, pert breasts stand to attention.

The Madame had been like a mother to Isi, to all the lost foundlings who came to the Pink Palace. Isi could remember her saying: “One day, little Isi, you’ll gather your savings and leave this place to find a better life. This is my dream for all my girls.” To see her in the hands of such brutish creatures was too much to bear.

Isi was standing in the shadowed doorway of one of the dormitories. They hadn’t found her yet. She locked eyes with her Madame, whose gaze was silently intense, as if the woman was willing her to run. Isi turned, with the idea of rummaging through the rooms, finding something to fight back with.

And she ran straight into the armored torso of one of the raiders.

Falling back in fright as the massive creature advanced on her, snorting syllables in a language she didn’t know, Isi quailed in horror. But she was also buoyed by adrenaline. She needed to fight back, she couldn’t let her Madame down. She lashed out one boot as his kneecap and its heel connected, making him grunt in pain.

It didn’t slow him down. He promptly tweaked a setting on his rifle and shot her with it. For a split second she thought she was dead, but it was the stun setting. Her body simply went numb, her limbs no longer answering her as she was reduced to putty in his mailed hands. He grabbed her by one shapely leg and dragged her out into the courtyard like a sack of meal, depositing her in front of her Madame, not even bothering to bind her hands. Isi could only move her head, looking over at the sad gaze of her surrogate mother and sharing a moment of silent despair.

She heard more screams, wails of horror, the sounds of shredding fabric. The last of the girls were dragged into courtyard. One of the armored figures stood in front of them with an air of command and began to give a speech in that same bestial, snorting language. The whores looked on blankly: none of them could make out a word. But soon, words became unnecessary. After pronouncing a final few syllables of his obscure diatribe, the figure gestured to his men.

Several of them came forward, unbuckling the belts on their armor and pulling huge slabs of ugly green cockmeat free of them, already hardened by the nude and shivering plight of their captives. More screams went up as it became clear what would happen, but Tej called out to her girls: “Calm, ladies! Don’t let them see your fear! Make the Pink Palace proud!”

That rallying cry quieted the frightened shrieks… and probably sealed the Madame’s fate. Of the first half-dozen figures to make them approach, three of them homed in on Tej and seized her, their armored fingers digging brutally into her soft skin. The other three grabbed Isi.

They were both dragged out away from the other girls, presumably so more would see what was happening to them. The raiders knew nothing of finesse or subtlety. They went in at their feminine prey immediately.

The trio mastering Madame Tej were clearly eager to get into her holes as quickly as possible. One of them lay back on the ground and hauled her slender form atop him, planting her on his rampant prick as another of his fellows crouched in behind her and worked his massive organ, thrust by thrust, up her arse. The third offered his veiny manhood to her mouth, slapped her once when she tried to turn away from it, and finally shoved it between her pretty lips.

As it was happening, others pointed their rifles meaningfully at her whores as if to remind her what would happen if she failed to play the good girl… and Tej had no choice but to surrender to the surging three-way rape.

“MMMPHHH-MMMPHHH-NGGHHHH-NNGHHH-MMMMPHHHH!” she moaned around the cock plundering her mouth as the raiders above and beneath her began to rut into her nether holes. Before long she was bucking and writhing avidly with the rhythm of their thrusts, a consummate performer who knew how to pretend pleasure, perhaps hoping to attract more of their attention and spare her girls some suffering. Her holes began to squelch, little farting sounds coming out of her ravished ass whose conqueror was proving the most vigorous of his fellows, swiving her brutally and spanking her hard with his mailed hand, bringing out vivid bright-yellow hand-prints on her orange skin. “NGGHHHH-NGGHHHH-NHGGGHH-HMMPHH-GLLMHHPHHH!”

Isi had not the consolation of performance. Feeling was coming tingling back into her limbs, but not enough feeling to actually move them. Just enough that she knew she was going to feel everything they were about to do to her. Interest in her passive, stunned form wasn’t as keen as it was in her sexy Madame, but that too wasn’t much consolation: her trio of raiders simply ran a train on her soft cunt.

The trouble was, she was still hot and wet and frustrated from the drive to climax that had been interrupted not long before. When one of them grabbed and splayed her firm young thighs, spreading her pussy for plundering, he gave a grunt of unexpected pleasure as he surged into her and found her fuckhole unexpected slippery and tight and welcoming, its was clasping around his hideous green member and sending thrills of pleasure through his shaft as he began to fuck, his pendulous green balls slapping repeated against the tight star of her asshole as he hammered and hammered and hammered his shaft down to the root.

Isi couldn’t form words. She could only give helpless whimpering “Hhhh-hhh-hhh-hhh…” sounds as she was soundly fucked. But what horrified her was that gradually, the thrusts started to sound wetter, and wetter, and wetter. Thrills of pleasure, dreadfully at odds with the situation all around her, were feathering through her nerve endings, too. The pleasure was building, her pussy turning into a molten honeyed swamp of lust, her juices spattering around the invading prick as she began to groan from deep in her guts.

The realization that this brute was going to make her cum was one of the most shameful moments of her life, but she couldn’t stop it, his cock was so big and hot and relentless and hard and before long, just as he was tensing up and hammering his length home a final time and giving out a barking grunt as bullet after bullet of his hot jism fired into her, a shattering orgasm washed out from her engorged clit and drew forth a guttural moan of utter surrender: “UHHHHHUUUUUGHHHHH!”

She came just as hard on the second cock to take her, and then the third, her passive body and perky C-cups jolting and jostling under the forceful thrusts of the raiders as more and more of the troopers began to come forward to take their pleasure of their whore quarry. As the courtyard dissolved into a savage orgy, there were never less than three assailants plugging Madame Tej’s orifices at any one time, and at times she was being passed around in groups of twelve or more, all her orifices overflowing with sloppy loads of cum and her mewling cries growing more and more desperate as it became clear to her just how many of them there were.

They kept using Isi, too, slinging her passive body into new positions and arraying her like a puppet for their sexual pleasure. At one point she was flung atop a supine raider and got the same air-tight triple-holed ravaging her Madame had, with the one inside her ass reaching forward to take hold of her head-tails and yank her mouth up so his comrade could fuck her throat.  Little did he know, or perhaps care, that the head-tails are a powerful erogenous zone for Tri’liks: his grip on them sent tingles of desire through her body from the crown of her head to the tips of toes and amped up the heat in her syrupy snatch as his other mate rutted brutally into it.

Her eyes bulged as she realized another humiliating climax was coming for her as the three raiders fucked and fucked and fucked her with hard, deep, demanding strokes until… until… until…

“NNNGNGGHHHHGNNNHHH! HHHHGGLCKHHH-GLLLKCHHHH-GLLLKCHHH!” Isi had her most soul-searing orgasm yet as her helpless throat was fucked, and her other holes crammed with the increasingly barbarous thrusting of the evil brutes. Soon their members were twitching, flooding all her holes at once with surges of slimy spunk, the bitch choking the bitter jism down as she came off again, her hot, tight pussy milking the member of the one beneath her as his copious cum slopped out of her fuckhole around his frantic rutting remember. “NNNGGHHHHH-GLLCKKHHHH-GLLKCCCHHCHH!”

They discarded her like a piece of trash and left her lying there, and as the squeals and moans and screams and begging, the slaps and chokes and gurgles and sobs and wails of brutal force-fucking grew louder and louder as all her sisters were taken in hand and raped into submission just as she had been, Isi gradually began to realize that the invaders seemed to have forgotten her in the abundance of livelier targets for their rampant pricks. She also began to realize something else…

… she could move her limbs. And she was the only one they hadn’t thought to bind.

That realization brought a desperate gambit in its train. Gradually, oh-so-slowly – she ached to just get up and run but knew they would catch and truly tame her if she tried – she began to inch back away from the sexual conflagration in the courtyard. Even this might have been noticed if the raiders’ discipline hadn’t deserted them in their eagerness to enjoy the vulnerable holes of what were clearly meant to be their fresh haul of sex slaves… but nobody was really watching.

She took it inch-by-inch until she was far enough away to scramble back into the recesses of the dorm where she’d been taken. She gave a last parting look at Madame Tej, whose eyes were rolled back in her head and who seemed not to even know where she was anymore as she took another brutal triple fuck and wanked a turgid green prick in each hand, streams of cum slopping down her chin and chest as she jolted under the raiders’ thrusts. She made a silent promise: I won’t abandon you. I’ll see you again.

That was when she shook the life fully back into her limbs, got up and ran. First to her chambers to tug on the skimpy bikini she now wore and retrieve the sack with her life savings from beneath her floorboards… and then out through rear of the building and into the wilderness. All the way to Mos Buutey, with the aftershocks of her dreadful rape still pulsing from her aching, spunk-soiled orifices.

“Wait,” Tanni put in as the tale came to its end: “You came all the way here on foot?”

Isi nodded. “I tried to hitch rides at a couple of settlements between there and here. But nobody would help me. They took one look at me and shut their doors. It was my first taste of how courtesans… how we’re seen outside the Palace. My first time being called a whore.

“Isi, that’s… I mean that’s terrible, but it’s remarkable. You’re very brave.”

“You think so?” Isi felt herself tear up at the first words of praise she’d heard since her traumatic experience. The look in Gem’s eyes was genuine, shining admiration as she nodded.

“Absolutely. And there’s something else I think. Maybe we can help each other.”

“We can?” Isi couldn’t help it. She felt a surge of excitement. “How?”

“Well…” Tanni leaned in, pitching her voice carefully low. “You say you have your life savings in that sack. How much would you say that is?”

“Eighty-four thousand, two hundred and sixty-nine Alliance credits,” Isi replied precisely. “I can show you if you like…”

“No, not here. We can’t let anyone here know that that’s a sack of money.” Tanni’s face was serious, her voice pitched even lower. “I’m serious. Most of the guys here would kill both of us for that thing without a second thought. But… it’s definitely enough money to put out a bounty.”

“Okay… a bounty. You know bounty hunters?”

“My partner and me are bounty hunters.”

Isi blinked. She couldn’t help but look down at Tanni’s ultra-skimpy improvised garb. “Uhhh… you are?”

Tanni grimaced. “I may not look it. We had a bit of a… setback on our last job. But yeah. We’re the real deal, me and Jessa. Put a bounty on the commander of these scumbag raiders, we can track him down for you. Kill him or capture him, whichever you prefer. Get your sisters back and get them free of those assholes before they know what hit them. What do you say?”

“I mean… it sounds good…” Isi was a little hesitant, but it wasn’t like Mos Buutey was overflowing with people interested in helping her. “So you’ve got kind of… unorthodox tactics, is that it?”

“Uh, partly.” Tanni flushed a little but pressed on: “But if you pay us half the bounty upfront, we’ll be able to gear up and put some real fear into these bastards. We get the scratch, you get your friends back, everybody wins.”

Isi still looked doubtful, but suspected it was the best offer she could hope for, in this dreadful hole of a place. This wasn’t the Pink Palace, there was no softness or luxury out here. Time to join the real world, Isi. After a moment, she nodded, put out a hand: “Okay. Deal.”

Gem shook it vigorously and bounced to her feet with clear excitement. “Great! You won’t regret it. Come on, let’s find Jessa and get over to the Bounty Hunters’ Guild. Uhhh, we better bring the sack, no good leaving it here.”

As the pair of lissome beauties got up and proceeded to haul the sack away – Gem was making a beeline for somewhere behind the bar, she clearly knew where she was going – the bar continued to bustle away around them, oblivious to the affairs of a couple of lowly whores.

Only one figure watched them intently. A hooded figure in a dark corner by the stage. They didn’t notice as it traced their progress and stealthily got up to follow them.

The bartender was a tubby blue Oholan named Smeg, with a pendulous trunk and beady black, unreadable eyes. He had to climb on a ramp to serve drinks and was there now, watching wordlessly as Gem and Isi hauled their sack to corner behind the bar.

“Hey Smeg, just going back to see Pook, could you watch this for me?” Gem sing-songed at him. He just nodded, gestured behind him to the kitchens. She gave him a nod of thanks and said to Isi: “Okay. Jessa’s just… conferring with the owner about our bar tab. I’ll just go grab her. Stay here, okay?”

“Okay.” Isi nodded as Gem went flouncing through the door.

She waited for what felt like a long time. Perhaps it felt longer than it was, but she was acutely conscious that she must reek of sweat, that she was still mud-smeared and visibly dirty from her trek. And the beady regard of the Oholan, who kept glancing over at her with his trunk twitching in disapproval, made her increasingly uncomfortable. After a few moments more she waved at the Smeg creature and gestured at the kitchen door, said: “I will just… check on my friends, if it’s okay?”

Smeg nodded slowly at her, gave her a dismissive wave of his own. For some reason, she found herself tiptoeing as she opened it. The kitchen beyond was strangely dark and quiet, as if in disuse: perhaps Pook’s had lost its food service license, or something. But she could hear sounds, from somewhere behind what looked like an out-of-commission freezer unit on her left. Unmistakable sounds: the sounds of love. Or at least lust.

Isi crept forward, trying to keep her heels from clacking on the tiled floor. Peeked around the corner of the freezer unit… and clapped a hand over her mouth at what she saw.

The nook behind the freezer – a secluded area flanked by cupboards, a food prep counter and what looked like the entrance to a janitor’s closet – was the scene of a sexual conflagration. A huge, muscular Devilonian, seven feet tall at least, stood resplendently naked at its center. He had pale skin, large horns and a cock even larger than those of the raiders had been.

She could clearly see this because he had a diminutive girl mounted on his immense unit, her slim thighs slung through his arms, and he was working her pussy vigorously up and down his shaft as he filled her asshole with one of his immense digits. The girl had the same kind of petite, small-breasted frame Gem had. She had caramel-toned skin, dark hair in cute pigtails, her green eyes wide open and fixated on her paramour in something like wonder or erotic shock, and was wearing the same kind of fishnet body-stocking Gem had been. There were crude-looking tattoos all over her firm young body that were hard to make out, some of which looked like red arrows pointed at her nether orifices.

And behind him was squatting another girl that Isi recognized with a shock as Tanni Gem. The same pale little body, the same tousled bob of hair, but her face was obscured by being buried between the Devilonian’s muscular buttocks. Isi was no innocent: she knew a rimjob when she saw one, and Gem was giving this one with gusto, playing with her own pussy under its laughably inadequate flap of covering fabric as she did so. Even as Isi watched she could see Gem gobble at her meal of man-ass extra-intently as she let out a muffled squeal, her cunt dilating as it bestowed a stream of her juices all over the floor.

My goodness… what kind of bounty hunters are these? Isi wondered to herself, but the spectacle riveted her. She felt a tingling of arousal in her own sex as she watched.

The Devilonian was trash-talking his young lovers mercilessly. “Yeah, Jessa, fuck, you’re fucking tight for a bitch that takes as much dick as you do, you fucking slut,” he snarled at the beauty riding his unit. “Tight and fucking wet, you love paying your tab this way, don’t you, you love paying old Pook this way, you fuckin’ bitch…”

“Ughhh ughhh ughhh I… I don’t… don’t love it ohhh fuckkk…” Jessa whined as she thrashed her head back and forth, trying desperately to deny it. But her juices were dripping copiously down his shaft and balls, her tiny hole profoundly stretched and obviously creaming all over the man-meat that was dominating her.

She’s so small compared to him, it must feel so deep every time she slams down his dick, Isi realized as the sexual heat of the spectacle took hold of her. She couldn’t help slipping her fingers inside her tight bikini bottoms, feeling the wetness of her own arousal rise despite herself, despite what she had been through not a day before. This is… quite hot…

“Oh, you don’t love it, huh? Then why you tightening up around my dick, bitch? Answer old Pook that, why you getting wetter by the fucking stroke and getting ready to cum on that cock?” As he said it, Pook snarled an aside to Gem: “And you, you call that eating ass, get the fuck in there, get that tongue deeper, thaaat’s it…” Gem’s lithe body wriggled with pleasure as she clearly made an effort to deepen her rimjob, her fingers working ever more frantically in her wanton pussy.

“Not… ughhhh ughhhh I’m not… not gonna cum I’m not… I just…” Jessa gasped in what seemed to be half-delirium, babbling out of control as the deep dicking scrambled her mind. “I just you’re just fucking me so fucking deep and your finger in my ass I can’t help it I can’t help it oh fuck oh fuck oh ffffuuuckkk… FUUUCKKK I can’t help it I’m gonna… I’m gonna fucking… oh fuck I AM I’m gonna fucking CUM gonna fucking CUM I’M FUCKING CUHHHHUMMMINGGGG…”

The last word came out as a wail of mingled defeat and ecstasy as Pook snarled in delight, savoring the clutching of her cunt around him as she spent all over his plunging prick. “Yeah that’s it you fuckin’ slut, cum for old Pook, take that fuckin’ dick and cum on it like a dumb whore… yeaahhh I’m gonna nut inside you bitch, here it comes, agghhhh…” And Jessa wailed again as his dick pulsated, his prick clearly pumping a massive load of jism up her tight young twat as she came wetly all over his shaft, her whole body shuddering.

Unceremoniously, Pook lifted Jessa off his still-rampant prick and dumped her on the floor at his feet, still shuddering and gasping as she watched his cum leak from her ravished fuckhole. He snarled at Gem: “Alright bitch, time to make your payment, you’re about to take it down your fucking whore throat…”

Gem mewled her muffled assent, wet slurping sounds coming from between the Devilonian’s hairy butt-cheeks as she reached her hands forward to fondle his balls. He bent forward and braced himself against the freezer, now, arching his body and presenting his cock and balls to Gem’s wet, eager mouth. The young beauty scooted forward, avidly licking and kissing his nutsack and craning her head upward to open up for his juice-slickened shaft.

She let out choked gurgling sounds as he drove it down into her mouth, skull-fucking her as he penetrated deeper and deeper into her throat, her spittle slopping out as she jolted under the sheer pressure and mass and girth of the invasion. “Glllckhhh-mphhhh-slllhmmmphhh-glkhchh-gllchhhkhhh-glllaackhhh…” She was still fingering herself as her throat distended, Isi thought her head must be spinning, but her pussy was already bestowing another series of orgasmic squirts on the floor.

“Hahhhh… aghhhh… fuck yeahhh…” Too deeply into it to keep up his stream of dirty-talk, Pook fucked the young beauty’s throat as if he was pounding a pussy, his ballsack slapping against her face repeatedly as his rhythm grew more frantic.

Isi remembered taking raider cocks deep in her throat. It had been surreal, churning horror at the time, but her pussy had been dripping wet. And she was fingerbanging herself more and more frantically now as she watched the torrid scene build to it climax. As Pook tensed up and pulled his weapon free to blast jism all over Tanni Gem’s pretty face, Isi exploded all over her hand, stifling her moans of pleasure as her orgasm juddered through her. Oh… FUCK… that feels good…

“Hey… you hear anything?” Jessa’s voice sounded different now that she wasn’t taking a dick, and brought reality crashing back in. Hastily, Isi pulled her fingers out of her quivering, wet cunt and turned to sneak back out of the kitchen… but the rigors of her journey had taken more out of her than she’d realized. Her heel turned and she went crashing to the ground.

In full view of Pook and the bounty hunters, who were looking at her in shock, Gem still in the midst of cleaning fingerfuls of cum off her face and eating it. But it was the look on Pook’s face that riveted her. Because his cock was getting hard again, that mighty weapon drawing her eyes as he said: “Well, well. What have we here.”

Isi was limping when the three of them left Pook’s Cantina an hour later. Tanni and Jessa were carrying the sack behind her, and Tanni was saying: “Look, uhhh, sorry about that, I didn’t mean for that to—”

The Tri’lik, still shuddering from the experience she’d just had at the business end of Pook’s massive prick, her juices still dripping down her thighs and sloppy loads of spunk leaking around her bikini bottoms, hadn’t had words until that point. Now she turned on her heel and confronted them.

“Didn’t mean?” She stalked back and looked at Gem intently. “Your bar tab was fifty fucking credits. You think all that was worth fifty credits? I literally just told you I was raped by offworld raiders like, a day ago, and you put me in the middle of that? And what the fuck—” She paced away, momentarily at a loss for words, and then stalked back and said: “Were you lying when you said you were bounty hunters? Just be straight with me.”

“No, I wasn’t lying,” Gem said. And then amended it to: “Not exactly.”

Beat. “What the fuck does not exactly mean?”

Jessa cleared her throat now and said: “What Gem means is… we’re kind of starting out. We had a… different career before. The early going has been a bit rough, but we’re improving.”

“So rough that you have to pay your bar tabs with sex.” Isi glared at them. “I could have just paid him, you know. Just given you the money and paid him. We have the money.”

“What I told you about not letting anyone there know you have a sackful of money was true.” Gem’s blue eyes flashed a little now. “And by the way, I didn’t put you in the middle of anything. You came sneaking back into that kitchen.”

“Yes, back into that kitchen where I thought you were negotiating with a guy, not fucking his brains out,” Isi retorted. “I was just trying to see if you had the goods. And instead that pervert, he… he…”

She couldn’t get the words out. Went stalking away again as the pair followed her as best they could, the sack clinking between them.

It hadn’t been the horror that the interlude with the raiders had been. But it hadn’t exactly been a dignified introduction to Mos Buutey, either. The memories were going to stick with her, she was pretty sure. Pook grabbing her and wrestling her to the floor. Asking the bounty hunters, “You know this bitch?” And when they’d informed him in small, careful voices that she was a new client of theirs, laughing and saying: “Fuck, are YOU ever a mark. Well, if you’re their client, I guess you can help them cover their tab, now can’t you?”

He'd pulled aside the gusset of her bikini, and she couldn’t lie, the feel of his magnificent prick hammering home in her dripping twat had been incredible. Pook was a virtuoso cocksman, vigorous and dominant but skilled with his dick, nothing like those crude creatures that had stormed the Pink Palace. But he’d soiled the experience with all the filthy phrases he insisted on snarling at her while he fucked her from one orgasm to another… and another… and another.

“Damn, you smell like wet ass, you know that? Good thing for you I like my whores nice and filthy.”

“One good thing about Tri’lik bitches, these little head-tails are great. Like a couple handles I can use to control your slutty ass, huh?”

“Fuck, you know how stupid you are, sneaking in here like that? I could’ve killed you, you know that? You’re fucking lucky I’m just stretching your ass out like the stupid fucking bitch you are.”

It had gone on and on. He’d said that last as he was skewering his prick deep into her ass for the first time. That was the moment when she’d begun to think she couldn’t take any more and tried to open her mouth and tell him about the money, just try to pay him off and be done with it, she’d thought it must be some huge amount at the time.

But she’d only gotten out: “I… ughhh… auhhhhgghhh… ughhh-ughhh-ughhh-I have a… a sack…” And Tanni and Jessa, who’d been watching it all play out and even had the nerve to be frigging their own pussies while they watched their new client take a soul-altering grudge fuck, had exchanged looks, Tanni’s particularly panicked. And Tanni had promptly come over and shoved her pussy in Isi’s face. Isi had ended her evening with Pook blasting a load of spunk into her bowels as Gem drenched her face in more girl-cum than it should be possible for one person to produce, damned near drowning her.

All that… for fifty credits. Tanni and Jessa were calling out to her, trying to get her to slow down, and finally she mastered her anger and confusion and turned back to them: “Tell me one thing… actually, tell me a few things.”

The pair looked at each other, looked back her solemnly and nodded. “Ask away,” said Gem.

“What you did before you started to try being bounty hunters. It was whoring, right? That’s why she’s all marked up like that.” She gestured to Jessa Zaar’s profoundly weird ink, which when you could get close enough to read it said things like “CUM DUMPSTER” or “FILL IT WITH SPUNK” with illustrative arrows pointing at her ass, like someone had tuned her into a living instruction manual for debasement. “That’s why all this seems normal to you.”

“We were exotic dancers, actually.” Jessa was heating up for her own part, now. “And the ink, which I’m not ashamed of by the way and besides I’m getting it removed soon anyway, it wasn’t from work, it was from a, a bad relationship choice, okay? And I’m sorry for your troubles and I’m willing to help you out and all but I’ll take just a little less judgement from you Miss Pink fucking Palace--”

“Jess.” Gem put a gentle hand on her friend’s shoulder, and Jessa sputtered into silence. Gem said: “Look, I know our lives might seem a little fucked up, Isi. I won’t lie. They are. Have been for a long time. But we’re getting free of that.”

“What concerns me is that your judgement is fucked up.” Isi tried to soften her tone a little, she could see the mention of Jessa’s ink had opened a wound. “You could have said no to Pook in there. You could have helped me.”

Gem nodded, said: “I know. But… let’s be real. Pook is kinda hot, isn’t he? Like… you didn’t say no to him.”

That brought Isi up short. “No… I guess I didn’t. Point.” She thought for a moment, crossed her arms and then said: “Can you actually do what you’ve promised to do? I guess that’s the question that really matters.”

Yet another subtle exchange of glances. Finally, Gem said: “The honest answer is we don’t know. We’re just starting out in the game, let’s just say we’re still hungry for a win. But I can promise you we’re the only bounty hunters in this rotten burg that can actually relate to what you’ve been through, that will actually care about helping you. And literally nobody in Mos Buutey has more motivation to get off this rock than we do.”

“We may not be experienced, but it’s our lives we’ll be putting on the line,” Jessa added gently. “We’ll fight harder for your cause than we’ve ever fought for anything.”

Isi nodded. It was a shit situation, but she could feel the truth of what they were saying. Still, given what she’d just seen: “Okay. We go ahead. But on one condition. I’m coming with you.” She forestalled their protests with raised hands and went on: “What you say about being the only ones willing to help me might be true. But if you’re that inexperienced, I’m coming along to see the job done right. That’s non-negotiable. Are we agreed?”

The pair exchanged looks again. Jessa shrugged as if to say: Why not? And finally Gem said: “You of all people know exactly the danger we’re going up against. If you’re game, who are we to stop you?” Held out a hand. “Okay. For this mission, you’re on the team.”

They shook hands, and Isi found her eyes smarting despite herself. “Thank you for helping me. Both of you. Let’s just try not to get… fucked too often, okay?”

“Deal.” They both smiled as they said it, and the group dissolved into companionable laughter.

“Still, you have to give it to him,” Jessa said as they got moving again: “Pook really knows how to use that cock of his, doesn’t he? I know it’s weird, but I really don’t mind paying my bar tabs like that…”

They never glimpsed the cowled, shadowy figure trailing them.

The mysterious stranger had been hidden deeper in the kitchen’s recesses than Isi, and had slipped out just before the Tri’lik was caught. Smeg the bartender hadn’t seen them either. When he’d turned an eye on the intruder behind his bar, they’d simply gestured at him and whispered the words: “You don’t see me.” And he’d turned away and forgotten all about it.

The cowled shadow was watching now as a trio of sluttily-attired beauties made their way out of Pook’s Cantina. They’d taken some time to clean up in the bathrooms, but the debauched air of beauties clad only in fishnets and rags and a Tri’lik in hooker boots and a black bikini couldn’t otherwise be concealed. After initially having what appeared to be some kind of fight, they were chatting together like old friends as the ones called Tanni and Jessa hauled along an ample sack which their shadow knew contained Alliance credits.

Fascinating. They were headed in the direction of the Bounty Hunters’ Guild. The figure shadowed them at a discreet distance until they reached it: a palatial-looking social club at the heart of Mos Buutey. They decided to hang back… but dug a small surveillance droid out from within their robes, instructed it: “Follow and record.”

As the droid rose on its antigrav field and sought out a discreet route into the building, a face briefly became visible inside the cowl. It was the face of a striking, pale young woman, dark-eyed and with her long hair pulled back into vertical triple buns. She held her position for a moment more, looking troubled before she pulled back into the shadows.

THE END, FOR NOW… but Tanni Gem and all her pervy friends and enemies will be back in EPISODE III: INTO THE BLACK.

 

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

Kleio Valentien as ISI’DUZIT

Skin Diamond as MADAME TEJ

A Hundred Clones of Ron Jeremy as THE RAIDERS

Jon Dough as POOK

Riley Reid as THE MYSTERIOUS STRANGER

 

The producers wish to thank Lucasfilm, Ltd for actually, no-foolin’ making “jizz” a musical genre in their official canon setting. Yes, that happened, it’s not just a porny pun. 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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