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 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 III: INTO THE BLACK
Bounty hunters are the galaxy’s scum, but they can have glamor. Not so much for whores.
A trio of horny sluts on the planet Metooine seeks to join the hunters’ ranks, to escape their disgrace and avenge a brutal slave raid on the PINK PALACE brothel.
They set out for the Bounty Hunters’ Guild at the heart of the pervy outpost MOS BUUTEY. A shadowy stranger follows them on business of her own…
Bounty hunting was big business on Mos Buutey, and the scale of the Bounty Hunters’ Guild Center reflected it. In most of the galaxy, bounty hunters gathered in the shadows, but in these bright and glittering halls—where the walls seemed to be made up of crystal and gaudy, colorful lights—they dressed in finery and gathered in the open. They held banquets, conventions, raucous parties, even award shows. As a trio of ragged whores made their way in from the spaceport’s muddy streets, two of them hauling a heavy, clinking sack, they couldn’t help but look out of place.
The human girls hauling the sack, Tanni Gem and Jessa Zaar, were would-be bounty hunters themselves and used to the place. Petite and small-breasted five foot nothing beauties, they were literally wearing nothing but workmen’s boots, shredded rags wrapped around their breasts and hips—with little flaps of fabric struggling and failing to provide much modesty for their nether parts—and extremely tattered fishnet body stockings that were clearly not long for this world.
The pale and pretty Gem with her perpetually mussed bob of brown hair looked around as if seeing a long yearned-for promised land that was almost in reach. Caramel-skinned Jessa, with her dark hair gathered in cute pigtails and her firm young flesh decorated with crude tattoos that on a closer look spelled out explicit and degrading phrases like “CUM DUMPSTER” or “FILL IT WITH SPUNK,” looked around with something more like doubt and trepidation in her emerald gaze.
But it was their new friend Isi’duzit—Isi for short—that looked the most overawed. Her hazel eyes wide, the red-skinned Tri’lik whore’s exotic head-tails twitched in wonder, her mouth hanging open.
“This,” Isi said: “Is not what I pictured at all.”
Standing almost a half foot taller than her companions, still not tall by any stretch, she was a slender beauty with proud C-cups pushing out her skimpy black leather bikini tops and an easily visible camel-toe under her bottoms, clad in thigh-high black leather hooker boots with stiletto heels. Sporting abstract tribal tattoo patterns at her hips and collarbone, she was the most visibly filthy of the three, her sexy young body and finely chiseled face smeared with mud and with rivulets of a dubious slimy white fluid, unmistakable to the educated eye, leaking down her buttocks and inner thighs.
People held their noses as they passed her. She still had the stink of a long trek on foot from the wreckage of her erstwhile home, the Pink Palace, on her: not to mention the reek of the degrading sexual romp with a seedy bar owner that had marked her “welcome” to Mos Buutey. She affected not to notice them. And none of those people could have guessed that the sack with its precious load of over eighty-four thousand Alliance credits belonged to her, the life savings she’d rescued from the mysterious marauders who’d taken her former life and dozens of her “sisters” from her.
Setting the sack down for the moment, Tanni Gem came up alongside her and grinned happily. “This is where the real money on Metooine is at, Isi. There are more bounty hunters in Mos Buutey than almost anywhere else in the galaxy. Get in on this racket, and you’ve got it made.”
“Except,” put in Jessa as she joined them: “For the part where it’s super dangerous unless you like basically being a glorified snitch.”
Isi raised an eyebrow at this. “I… do not understand.”
“A lot of the bounties that run through here are just pirates ratting out the competition.” Jessa looked a lot less impressed by the opulence than her bestie Gem. “What you’re seeing here is Metooine’s illegal economy eating itself. These are the ones getting fat.”
“Not all of them.” Gem sounded a little defensive. “There are also… heroes here. People who really do track down the worst of the worst. We’re here to meet one of them. Our friend, Garim Biggs, he’s a legend. He’s our fixer, and he finances us, too.”
Jessa muttered something under her breath, but simply held her hands up and said: “Nothing, I didn’t say anything,” when Gem looked sharply at her.
Isi sighed. “I suppose nothing in this world is without its darkness, no matter how bright. Where to, now?”
Gem pointed out a kiosk in a mezzanine above them, its holographic sign proclaiming SERVICE CENTER. “There. We’ll register your bounty, convert those clanky creds to digital currency and contact Biggs. We won’t have long to wait, he always makes time for me and Jessa.”
“Does he.” Isi gave her a dubious look that didn’t register. Finally said: “Well. Let’s do it, then.”
“Indeedy.” Gem grinned at her, chucked her on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about a thing, Isi. We’re on the way to getting your sisters back, I’ve got a good feeling about this.”
“I have to hope you’re right.” Isi crinkled her nose as she looked down at herself. “I don’t suppose your legendary friend has clothes and a shower, does he?”
“You kidding me? Biggs has everything. You’ll see.”
As Tanni and Jessa reclaimed the sack, the three raggedy sluts set off into the gleaming precincts of the Bounty Hunters’ Guild. They didn’t notice the whispers and glances of disgust and contempt that trailed them. They were on a mission.
And floating in through a ventilation shaft high above, a tiny ball-shaped surveillance droid swooped in to track them. To all appearances just one of dozens of similar records drones already in evidence—serving the vanity of dozens of bounty hunters from dozens of worlds who were running their own media franchises detailing their exploits—it went unnoticed by everyone. Including the trio of nubiles it was following.
Monitoring the droid’s feed in a landspeeder parked in a muddy back lane just out of sight was another young beauty, clad in a voluminous brown robe with its capacious hood down around her shoulders.
She had regal cheekbones, an aquiline nose and long brown hair gathered back in an elaborate triple-bun coiffure. Marks of aristocracy on many a world, despite her humble clothing. Watching the images her droid was transmitting on a small screen on her speeder’s dashboard, her dark green eyes were intent and focused. From within her robes—from a belt where also hung an innocuous-looking shining cylinder—she produced a small audio recorder and began to speak into it.
“Mission recording for Juddite Master Chet Starfokker,” she said quietly. “Princess Krey-Krey of Arepa, Sapowan Learner, reporting in the New Alliance Year 25 from Metooine.”
She paused for a moment, deep in thought as she watched the trio of whores on her feed talking with a visibly disdainful Quallen secretary at the Guilds’ service desk. They were handing over a sack of what looked to be rare physical Alliance credits: the kind of untraceable physical currency used in brothels on this and many other worlds. The secretary was taking them with obvious irritation at the prospect of counting them all. After a moment, the Princess resumed her recording.
“I know you probably disapprove of what I’m doing, Master.” Her tone was pensive, but resolute. “I know you strictly instructed us not to pursue solo missions. And I know I should have informed you of where I was going, at least. I am sorry for that. I can only hope you’ll understand that the ripples I sensed in the Source were guiding me, I could ignore them no longer. I could sense something strange emanating from this world, and I knew none in the Alliance bureaucracy would take it seriously. Especially because my visions were so… erotic in nature.”
A tremor in her voice on that last. Memories of sleepless nights, of days haunted by impossibly filthy and horny dreams transmitted through the Source, the mystical energy field that gave Juddites their powers. Dreams that were more than dreams, that had brought the Princess out of sleep more than once with her tight, virginal pussy exploding in orgasm, her clitty thrumming with pleasure, her sheets soaked.
She remembered her increasing distraction from her lessons at the Temple as the visions had taken over her mind’s eye and begun to obsess her. How she’d become more interested in masturbating than in practising with her laserblade. How on impulse, she’d decided to try some of the things she’d seen in her dreams with a fellow student… and lost her precious virginity.
That memory made her squirm and sent flutters through her belly even now. The instant of searing pain followed by the ripples of wet pleasure washing out from her friend Beni’s fat cock. The furious way he’d lunged it into her, over and over again... the things he’d whispered in her ear as he’d fucked her hard and deep, taking her from one peak to another as she’d clasped and creamed all over him, coating his rampant man-meat and cute balls in her juices as he poured out the nasty words she’d recounted to him from her dreams, the kind of dirty talk that could only come from the Dark Half of the Source. The way he’d pulled out, shot his slimy spunk all over her firm belly… and then slathered his hot jism all over her, lathering up her perky little tits with it and forcing her to swallow a fingerful as he went right back in and started pounding her afresh…
Krey-Krey shuddered, closed her eyes for a moment. Breathed carefully and centered herself. Opened them again, refocused on her task.
On the feed, the alien secretary was waggling his long mouth-tendrils in disapproval as the girls argued with him. The one called Tanni Gem appeared to be demanding something. Krey-Krey tapped a button to zoom in the image and read her lips, she was saying something like “you do this every time, man, just give it a rest for once, I need to see Biggs.” The Princess resumed talking.
“I’ve found the girls I saw in those visions.” Her lovely lips quirked as if uncertain quite how to express herself. She settled on: “They’re very… different from how I imagined them. It’s hard to explain. But a very dark Source energy swirls around them, almost like a vortex. I’ve never seen anything like it, it’s as though the universe itself has… cursed them somehow. A curse that drags in anyone unlucky enough to get close to them, especially women. Why, I’ve no idea.”
The Princess frowned. She knew all too well what those last couple of sentences implied. A moment of doubt kindled in her eyes, perhaps even fear, but she suppressed it quickly. Simply said: “I suppose that means I’ll need to be careful. But I think the phenomenon warrants study. Somewhere along their path, if my visions are correct, is a revelation about the Fifth Order threat. We need that information.”
The Quallen secretary was reluctantly acceding to whatever request Gem was making of him. Tapping a button, he brought up the holographic image of a very dark-skinned human man with a shining bald pate. Krey-Krey suppressed a gasp. She’d seen him in her visions, too.
Watching Gem speak to him, the Princess said: “I have just now seen another face from my dreams. Perhaps a key figure in all this darkness. We shall see.” Licked her lips, and added: “I’ll return soon, Master. I assure you, I won’t fail. I’ll make the Temple proud. Princess Krey-Krey, out.”
A money-changing droid had trundled up to the Quallen’s desk, a great boxy unit with an extruded hose. It suctioned up the bulky coins from the sack, making quick work of them as its internal counter assessed their value and it reported a number. The girls nodded, and a moment later the secretary handed them a slender little data stick and waved them through.
So. Things are in motion. Krey-Krey fired up the landspeeder. I’ll have to get closer. She tucked away the recorder and said quietly to herself: “I think the Source is with me, Master… I just hope to hell I know what I’m doing.”
Unlike most people in the Guild center, Garim Biggs didn’t bat an eye at the girl’s disheveled condition. They’d come back from missions in various states of undress before, after all.
Richly attired in a cape and a high-collared, form-fitting black suit, the tall athletic black-skinned man welcomed them in his unofficial “office,” a lounge lined with red leather couches and sporting crystal-topped tables with white underlighting. He was alone at his table.
At the other tables there were several clusters of what looked to be lupine Shaftavanen traders, furry “wolfmen” in flowing red tunics talking amongst themselves in a language that consisted mostly of guttural snarls and growls. Biggs almost always had some kind of business going on. And of course he always had entertainment for his clients: today it was a gaggle of a half-dozen slinky blue-skinned dancers clad in fuck-me pumps, G-strings and sheer lace nighties that left nothing to the imagination, strutting from table to table and waggling their asses to the latest Glammik beats.
Gem supposed it wasn’t a great sign that even these whores looked at Biggs’ guests with something like pity, but all that was about to change. We’re on a new path now. I can feel it. She gave Biggs a wave that he returned as he beckoned them over, getting up to greet them and revealing his signature fashion accessory, the enormous red and gold codpiece that she had reason to know concealed an equally enormous package.
“Ah, my lovely Gem.” He took her hands and kissed them gallantly, making her giggle and flush as he always did. Biggs never failed to make her feel like an awkward, hormonal teenager. “And Jessa Zaar, gorgeous as ever.” Cool nod from Jessa. “And dear me, who is this vision of beauty?”
Isi’s bright red skin was hardly capable of blushing, but her head-tails gave a little waggle of pleasure. “Hardly a vision of beauty right now, sir,” she said modestly. “I am called Isi’duzit. Isi to my friends.”
“And I’m Garim to mine. Pleasure to meet you, Isi.” He kissed her hands, too, not flinching from the smell that so many others were making a fuss about. “Don’t undersell your beauty, it’s an extraordinary woman whose quality can shine through the kind of ordeal you’ve clearly endured. Please, won’t the three of you sit, and tell me what I can do for you?”
Gem tried not to feel jealous at his fulsome praise for Isi, that was just how Biggs was with women. But she did find herself being extra-flirtatious with him, touching his arm and his thigh and looking into his eyes with that extra hint of heat that she knew would make his cock stiffen for her as she unfolded their story for him.
She didn’t skimp on the graphic details, she knew he liked hearing those, too: how they’d gotten captured, tied up and fucked by their last bounty on Ord Wangell (Isi’s eyes widened at this, it was new information to her), then screwed both figuratively and literally by the fat Bungan harbor master Fub-Fub and his infernal pranks on their return to port (Isi’s eyes widened even more), then how they’d met Isi… well, she cut back on the detail, then. Not right to try turning him on with her stories, she told herself, but she covered the basics of what brought them here.
“Isi is from the Pink Palace,” she said. “As of right now, the last of the Pink Palace courtesans… on account of a terrible raid just a day ago.”
“That is true, Garim.” Isi’s eyes were sad now. “They took my sisters and my Madame. Ravished all of us very many times. They came from a starship, in dark armor, and they had very large, green members. They stunned me, made me helpless, made my Madame watch my fate as they ravaged both her and me… I’m ashamed to say that my pussy, uhhhh, responded many times, very very wetly as they took me, they were very savage and forceful you see and…”
Jessa had The Look, now. A kind of wry are you really serious right now scepticism. She’d long since given up on giving Tanni The Look, but she could tell when someone was falling for Biggs’ charms, and could clearly see it was happening to Isi. And Isi was getting The Look in spades as she said: “Now, Isi. No need to relive all those terrible details on Garim’s account. I’m sure he gets the picture.”
Isi broke off, nodded with a self-deprecating smile. “I suppose you’re right, Jessa. At any rate, I ran and took my life savings with me. I have registered a bounty on the commander of these raiders. I am Tanni and Jessa’s new client.”
Garim raised an eyebrow. “Really. So… you know who the commander was?”
“I’m afraid not. They never showed their faces. Part of the contract is finding out. The other part is finding him, killing him and freeing my sisters.” Isi’s eyes shone with zeal – and perhaps bit of desire to impress – as she added: “I’ll be going with them. We’re going to do it together.”
“How… unusual.” Garim looked at Gem, now. “Most unusual. Kind of thing the Guild would normally frown on, they call it ‘tourism’.”
“Isi can hardly be a ‘tourist’ in her own quest for revenge,” Gem shrugged. “Besides, we’re not full Guild members yet, are we? And Isi’s paying plenty. We’ll be able to square up our debt with you and then some.”
“That so? Good news.” He turned his dark, soulful eyes back on Isi, whose head-tails gave another of those little telltale wiggles. “And the girls have been… forthcoming with you about everything?”
“Yes, I think so. Mostly.” Isi smiled bashfully. “They’ve told me that they need a win. And that they really care about helping me. It’s part of why I’m going out with them.”
“Okay, then. So, what you need from me, then, if I’m guessing right?” To Gem: “Equipment… starting with clothes, obviously. New weapons. And a lead on where your target might be.”
“Right as always.” Gem tried not to sound too fawning. “Can you do it? Isi can finance forty-three thousand upfront.”
Garim looked genuinely impressed now. “Really. Yeah, well, that’ll do it. I can get you anything you need.” He pulled a datapad from his pocket, tapping away at it and saying: “I’ll tell my quartermaster to expect you. He’ll kit you out. Fix you up with a new repair droid, too, if you could use one.”
“Oh, thank the Source,” said Jessa with feeling. She’d had particular… problems with their malfunctioning droid O-69, who was stuck in personal pleasure mode. “Yeah, we could use one.”
“Okay, and… go.” He hit send on the message, then added mildly: “And I think I have an idea on a lead.”
“Already?” Said Isi and Gem together. Jessa looked dubious as she said: “Wow, that is fast work, Biggs.”
“It’s my job to know,” he shrugged. “And my job to know who might know what I don’t know. My guests today, for example.” He gestured over at the tables full of lupine merchants. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment, I’ll go and have a chat with them. Let the girls know if you’d like drinks, they’re on the house.”
As Garim Biggs climbed to his feet and left them with a gracious bow, the three lovelies’ eyes followed him. Undisguised admiration for his muscular glutes from Isi and Gem. And a glitter of suspicion from Jessa.
“Wow, he is very impressive,” said Isi as she turned back, lowering her voice. “He’s your friend, Gem? What does he do with this Guild?”
“Unofficial consultant,” Gem said. “But he’s a big shot for sure. Holds the record for most bounties in a single year.”
“Most snitching in a single year, you mean,” Jessa muttered, drawing a frown from Gem who clearly had to bite back a retort. As Tanni decided to take him up on the drink, Jessa was still watching Biggs warily. She said to Isi: “Look, I get that he’s kinda sexy, but don’t trust him too much, Isi. I guarantee you this is only going one way.”
“Really?” Isi looked mildly surprised. “What way is that?”
“He’s obviously going to try to make us fuck those aliens for the information.” Jessa’s voice was flat, matter-of-fact.
“Jessa,” Gem chided her. “That’s not fair. He doesn’t always try to make us fuck people.”
“Only if he’s fucking us.” Jessa looked at her calmly. “You know it’s true. We should be straight with Isi.”
“Well…” Gem flushed, shifted uncomfortably in her seat as one of the blue-skinned waitress-dancer-whores brought her a flute of something bubbly. She sipped at it and said: “I mean, there are times when… like sometimes there are interspecies rituals of trade, he knows a lot about those and… yes, there have been times when we’ve gotten intimate. That wasn’t a quid pro quo or anything, I just wanted him to know we were grateful for his help.”
“I can understand that,” Isi agreed with surprising alacrity. “And I mean, the other thing… well, if he thinks it’s necessary, I suppose he is the expert…”
Jessa gave her The Look again. “Isi, weren’t you pissed as hell at us for getting you nailed like, less than an hour ago?”
“Yes, well.” Isi looked a bit embarrassed. But only a bit. “We talked that out, didn’t we? And besides, he was not a gentleman.”
Biggs’ return cut the conversation short. He cleared his throat and said: “Well, good news. My Shaftavanen guests claim to recognize your description. I believe them, they’re a very honest people. They’re offering an… exchange.”
“An exchange for what?” Jessa prompted him, just gazing levelly at Tanni as she awaited his reply.
And as Biggs started to say: “Well, they have this ritual for interspecies data transfers… it’s called Rixathra, and what it involves is…” Jessa’s look simply said: I told you so. Gem blushed even more deeply, but as she and Isi exchanged glances, there was a flash of understanding. They both knew.
Isi supposed that what made Garim Biggs so compelling to her was how he reminded her of a certain class of man who used to frequent the Pink Palace. Charismatic men, self-confident and self-assured but who knew how to treat a woman with tenderness. Who knew how to look into your eyes and make you believe you were beautiful and special. And who, it had to be admitted, had a way of using that talent to get women to do almost anything.
Biggs was most certainly such a man. He had her belly fluttering and pussy moistening from the moment he kissed her fingers. She couldn’t believe how her mouth ran away from her when she told him about the horrors of the raid, as if she’d been trying to titillate him, what was wrong with her? But it was because he brought those memories back. And any connection with memories of her home before it was destroyed was a potent thing.
So, when he explained the ritual of Rixathra to them and asked if they’d do it, she’d agreed just as eagerly as Tanni Gem. Jessa had simply sighed and said a resigned: “Whatever,” but Isi had trouble believing she was as immune to Garim’s charms as she pretended.
If Garim wants this, she thought to herself now as she took up the ritual’s position, bent over one of the tables with her ass in the air and her glistening pussy laid bare: If it will… arouse him to see me do it, then it’s worth it. Maybe afterward… who knows? Maybe Rixathra’s even a real thing.
Jessa and Tanni were bent over to the left and right of her around the circular table. For some reason it was important for them to be able to see each others’ faces when doing thing. The dancing girls were still shaking their asses at the edges of the lounge, but it was desultory now, mostly they were sharing drinks and low laughter and chatter with each other.
The nine-strong pack of Shaftavanen, meanwhile, had already disrobed and were casually wanking the long, thick pink pricks emerging from the sheaths at their crotches as they chatted in low voices with Biggs. Isi found herself trembling in a mixture of trepidation and anticipation as she looked at those glistening members, her pussy getting wetter at the thought of what was about to happen.
After a moment, Biggs broke off his private conference and said to the girls: “Okay, ladies. You’re making the right choice here, I’m proud of you. I know the Shaftavanen here will keep their word. There are a few other… accessories the ritual involves, my girls here will set you up. Afterwards, remember to go hit up my quartermaster, I’m leaving the location on this datapad.” He held it up and set it down on one of the other tables.
“You’re… not staying?” Gem’s voice echoed Isi’s own disappointment. Biggs just shook his head.
“Which I could, but business never sleeps. You kids have fun. Good luck on your mission, I’ll see you around.”
With an air of finality, he walked out. Gem was staring after him in shock. Isi was staring at the wolfmen, who were literally slavering at the nubile bodies they were about to claim. Suddenly the prospect of fucking them was a lot less appealing… but she had agreed. They did need the information. She tried to steel herself as best she could.
Then Bigg’s dancers got in on the act. Their laughter grew gayer… and crueller. They would opening a secret compartment on one of the leather couches, revealing it to be full of implements of a kind of torment play Isi recognized. Big, floppy dildos. Flared butt plugs. Ropes and padded cuffs. Paddles and floggers. Her stomach flopped in sudden alarm.
“Wait… we did not agree to… to…”
“Do you wanna back out?” One of the blue-skinned girls grinned over at her. She had big breasts, black hair in long waves around her pretty face, and ruby red eyes that were somehow chilling. “All part of the ritual. Let any of us know when you want to break your word and walk away with nothing.”
Isi fell silent. The tone in which she’d said that struck fear into her. She exchanged miserable looks with Jessa and Gem. Gem’s lip was trembling, she clearly hadn’t expected this. But she nodded bravely and said: “We’re… we’re good.”
“Good! Time to get this show on the road! What say you, my Shaftie friends?” The dancer grinned over at the pack.
They all threw their heads back and emitted terrifying, ululating howls. Isi felt her legs begin to tremble.
Gem was in shock as the ‘ritual’ began. Biggs had talked them into some crazy things from time to time, sure… but this was a whole other level.
It started with the dancers, who tied the girls’ arms behind their backs with lengths of black rope, elbows over wrists in an uncomfortable posture that forced them to arch their backs, raising their cute asses and ripe little pussies even higher. Then she heard Isi give a long, wrenching moan as one of the dancers produced a huge butt-plug and started to force it up her ass. Before long Gem felt the pressure at her own sphincter, saw Jessa’s eyes go wide as the same thing began to happen to her.
Oh fuck… it’s going… IN! “UUUGHHH!” She grunted as the massive plug invaded her tight ass, sliding home on a river of lube as the dancer twisted it around a little, playfully.
“All comfy?” she said, but it was clearly a rhetorical question. She didn’t wait for the answer. Skipping away, her bare breasts bouncing and jiggling under her nightie, she raised her voice to address the whole room.
“Alright, bitches, listen up!” Paused for a lower aside: “Don’t mind us calling you bitches, it’s just literally the Shaftie word for females.” Louder again: “Okay, bitches! This is how Rixathra works. The pack is gonna fuck you in order of their dominance hierarchy. Three for each of you. Two get those sweet wet pussies, the last one has to settle for your asses. While they’re doing it, the pack’s females would normally be pelting you with ritual insults and general abuse, to make it clear that you can never replace them. But with no Shaftie females here, we’ll have to take their place. Nothing personal. Ready?”
That question, too, was clearly rhetorical. A moment later, Gem felt a big, clawed hand on one of her slender buttocks, a big hot cockhead played up and down the lips of her dripping puss. She barely had time to register it before the wolfman buried himself to the balls inside her with a single brutal stroke.
“AWWWWWWHAAAWWWWW!” The cry of mingled pleasure and pain was ripped from her guts and echoed by her companions as their own hellish rides on the cocks of the pack began. The prick was huge, but more than that it was hot and hard and wickedly curved in a way unlike any member Gem had been fucked by, as if there was some kind of bone inside it.
The lupine creature wasted no time on niceties: after taking a moment to savor the hot wetness of her young, clutching twat, he started to pound her very fast and very hard, brutally slam-fucking her streaming hole as she grunted helplessly in rhythm with the rapid thrusts: “Ohhhh-fuck-ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh-UGH-oh-FUCK-oh-FUCK-OHHHhh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-FUCKKK-ughhh-ughhh-uhhgghh-UGHHH…”
Her sex was squelching loudly around the plundering member. And then two of the dancers came over with her and began to fuck with her head while her lupine lover was pounding her fuckhole.
“Wow, look at this bitch take it,” one of them commented, running a hand over her ass even as the wolfman’s hips rapidly slap-slap-slapped against her. “I think that’s the wettest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
“Everybody knows what a fucking slut she is,” said her companion, reaching underneath to frig Gem’s clittie as the wolfman’s balls rapidly slapped against it, swamping her in waves of helpless passion. “Bet you she’s the first one to cum. Huh, bitch? You’re such a slut you’re gonna CUM on that cock with a quickness, aren’t you? Fuckin’ whore.”
“GOD-OHHH-GOD-SO-DEEP-I FUCKING UGHHH UGHHH UGHHH UGHHH…” Gem moaned helplessly as she felt just how right they were, oh fuck it’s gonna make me CUM already I can’t believe I’m gonna… holy fuck I’m gonna… “AWWWWWHHHHHAWWWWWW FFFFFFUUUUCK I’M FUCKIN’ CUMMING FFUUUHUUUUCCKK!”
She went caterwauling over the edge as her pussy let out massive squirts of juice around the wolfman’s rapid rutting. She could hear him snarl in delight, feel his claws dig hard into her ass cheek and his slimy saliva spatter her back, his rhythm unchecked, if anything growing faster and more brutal. Her whole body shuddered in the wake of the wrenching orgasm as she heard her friends go squealing over the edge.
Gem was already in a sexual stupor, her eyes rolling back in her head as she twitched and jolted under the lupine ravishing, the bestial alien rapidly turning her into nothing a wet, clutching cocksleeve devoted to his pleasure. Holy fuck I’m gonna… holy shit already cumming… cumming AGAIN oh SHIT… “AIIIEEEEEEE!” She screamed as the rutting prick ripped another climax out of her, her juices gushing like a firehose as the dancers laughed at her. “OHHH MYYY FUUUUCCKKK AHHHHHH AGGHHHH AGHHHH AGGGGHHH FUCKING CUHHHUUMMMINNNGGG…”
“Fucking look at this bitch go,” said the one on her left, gripping her by the chin and licking the side of Gem’s pretty face before whispering in her ear: “Looks like you were born to take dog cock, bitch. You know that’s basically what you’re doing right now? Getting fucked all the way up by a dog’s cock? I mean sure, they’re sentient, but that cock up in your sluthole right now is straight up dog DNA, isn’t that fucked up?”
Gem shuddered and whined in humiliation, tears beginning to run down her face. The wolfman was still rutting into her, the next orgasm already crashing in, her hands clenched into fists as the sensation swamped her.
“What kind of whore gets off on dog cock, Tanni Gem?” The dancer went on whispering as her friend frigged Gem’s clittie faster and faster, bringing the next climax toward her like a freight train. “What kind of whore cums all over a dog’s cock and gets filled with its hot spunk? What kind of whore lets a pack of them run a train on her? The lowest kind really… and that’s what you are… yes, that’s what you fucking are… cum for your doggie, bitch, cum for your fucking doggie like a worthless piece of fuckmeat… you’re such worthless trash, Tanni Gem…”
The rapid wet squelching sounds from her cunt were loud now as the wolfman built to his climax, Gem exploding all over his prick again as he buried himself to the root and fired off bullet after bullet of boiling jism up his bitch’s fuckhole, the bestial alien howling to the rafters as Gem screamed and squealed and squirted, utterly dominated by the pseudo-canine prick.
At least… at least the first one’s over… she thought blearily, and it was like her tormentor plucked the thought right out her head.
“Bet you’re thinking at least the first one’s over, right bitch?” The dancer playfully bit her earlobe and laughed. “But I wasn’t kidding about dog cock, Gem… the fun’s just getting started… ohhh yesss it is…”
Gem jolted as it suddenly became clear what she meant. Grunting in pleasure, the wolfman panted quietly for a moment and then began to left a leg over her, turning himself around and twisting the curved, turgid cock upside down inside her in a way that made her shudder and moan deliriously. His stance was reversed now… and he started to press back into her, pushing a hot knot of tissue at the base of his cock into her. She was already moaning and squirting all over that knot as it gaped and plugged her cream-pied cunt, cumming all over the still-hard dick so very deep inside her.
“Yeah…” The dancer whispered. “You know how long he can keep that up for? Like an hour… and you signed up to take three of those, you dumb fucking bitch… it’s just getting started…”
Gem’s eyes were wide in terror now. Oh God… can I fucking take this? Oh my God oh GOD it’s so deep…
By the time the hellish pack train came to an end, Jessa’s throat was raw from screaming. It seemed the cries were coming from somewhere else, the hellish taunting of the blue-skinned whores assigned to torment her was happening to someone else. She had cum so hard, so many times, that her stomach muscles were cramping. Her pussy was raw and painfully sensitive, and her ass…
… well, she’d taken some serious anal penetrations in her day, but getting her ass gaped and knotted by a massive dog-like prick while its thick load churned inside her bowels and a trash-talking whore plowed her sore pussy to multiple climaxes with a foot-long vibrator… nothing could have prepared her for it. She could almost swear she actually went outside her body at the end as the last juddering climax was finally forced out of her cunt and the knotting relented, the alien prick popping free of her gaped ass.
“Well,” one of her dancer-tormentors laughed, looking down at her as she came shuddering back into her body and opened her bleary eyes, blinking the stinging sweat out of them. “Looks like all that ink is pretty accurate, huh?”
“Yeah,” her partner joined in. “Especially the part that says ‘treat me like trash.’ She really deserves it. Been fun fucking with your head, bitch.”
Jessa slumped to the ground in exhaustion. Gem and Isi were already there. Jessa realized with horror that Isi had passed out some time ago: the Shaftie standing up from atop her had been knotting the ass of a totally unconscious slut, crouched over her prone form as her feminine tormentors had taken a break to have drinks and share a laugh from the sidelines. You… you bastards…
As quickly as the hellish abuse had begun, it switched off, so abruptly that the shift was as surreal as the fuck session had been. The Shaftavanen, resuming their tunics, suddenly seemed eminently civilized, considerately helping the fucked-out beauties to their feet and untying them, gently escorting them to chairs, one of them calling for smelling salts for Isi. As the girls gradually revived and found their erstwhile ravishers suddenly pressing tumblers of cool water into their hands, they blinked blearily at each other. What… what just happened?
The dancers were suddenly just dancers again, minding their own business and bopping to their beats as if nothing had happened. The friends met each others’ eyes and then looked blankly at the Shafties. Where to even begin? One of the aliens, to their surprise, spoke up in the Standard language.
“We hope we did not harm you,” he rumbled. “Some of us were becoming concerned with your physical safety near the end. We tried to be… as gentle as we could.”
The girls stared blankly. It was Jessa who finally said: “Gentle?”
The creature gave an embarrassed cough. “Perhaps… it will not have seemed that way. Human and Shaftavanen females are… very different.”
“No kidding.” Jessa looked over at Gem and Isi, wondered if she looked as completely out of it as they did. Neither of them were speaking for the moment, so she said: “Uh… so about the information…”
“Yes.” The Shafties’ apparent spokesman – maybe he’d been one of the first in Jessa’s cunt, it was hard to tell them apart – pulled a data chip from some secret pocket in his tunic and said: “We recognized your description of the raider vessel and its occupants from an Alliance Trading Authority alert report. As it happens, I have a copy with me. It is a Gomorrean slaver ship called The Ravager, very infamous. It troubles many worlds in this sector. Its commander is simply called Basher.”
He held out the data chip. Jessa took it numbly. “Um. Okay. Thanks.” She wasn’t really feeling like someone up to taking on a ship full of psychotic Gomorreans at that moment. But she handed the chip over to Isi, who looked at it blankly for a moment before taking it and nodding a clearly miserable, exhausted thanks to the alien.
“Ahem. Well. I… suppose we’ll take our leave. Good day.” The wolfmen each gave the beauties courtly bows as they made their way to the exit, one of them saying low to the others: “I really had no idea humans had such strange customs.”
That jolted Gem out of her reverie. She looked after them and said sharply: “Wait. What was that?”
The Shaftie turned back and said: “Oh. Just commenting that we were surprised by this custom. We’ve never encountered anything like it on other worlds. Most odd. We hope we approached it correctly.”
Gem blinked rapidly. “Rixathra, you mean? We were told it was your custom.”
The Shafties all looked puzzled. “There is some confusion. We have no such custom. Mister Biggs informed us that you wished to engage in Rixathra before an exchange of information. We hope we did it correctly, some of the instructions were very unusual.”
“I see.” Gem’s voice had gone cold. Suddenly her petite body was very still. “Thank you, gentlemen. Good day.”
The aliens looked confused as they left, lapsing back into their own guttural, growling tongue now. Gem’s hands clenched into fists. She turned slowly to look at the dancing girls, who abruptly decided they had other place to be and quickly scampered out of the room.
Jessa didn’t think she’d ever seen Tanni this angry. But she knew how she felt. As Isi’s eyes cleared and the three of them shared a look, a silent consensus formed. It was Jessa who put it into words: “Biggs. Garim fucking Biggs.”
“Garim fucking Biggs.” Gem nodded. “You were right about him all along, Jessa. I think it’s time we stopped being his playthings… don’t you?”
A few hours later, a cowled figure moved stealthily through the halls of the Guild center, on the trail of an enemy.
Princess Krey-Krey was still vibrating with horror – and the echoes of an arousal that made her ears burn in shame – at how the girls she was tracing had been set up and sexually abused. She was furious at the perpetrators. At their gleeful accomplices. At herself… for how she’d reached inside her robes and… pleasured herself to the images of that perverted orgy instead of running to their aid.
Her clit was still thrumming in the wake of the multiple orgasms she’d fingerfucked out of her tight little cunt while watching the would-be bounty hunters getting dominated. It was an echo of one of the most terrifying and powerful visions that had brought her here, and she’d found herself unable to look away. Her underthings had been so thoroughly drenched with her own juices by the time the pack was through using Gem and friends that she had to discard them.
Even the hilt of the laserblade she was holding now was still sticky from when she’d resorted to driving it into her shuddering hole and pounding herself with the same rapid rhythm as the horny wolfmen. She’d wriggled in the front seat of her landspeeder, pumped her hips with wanton pleasure and mewled and creamed all over the sacred weapon of a Juddite Adept, ramming her dripping young snatch with it like a common dildo, so drowned was she in her own lust. That filled her with the most shame of all.
But she was going to put it right. It had all been on the orders of Garim Biggs, who clearly had to be at the center of this darkness if anyone was. Reacquiring him on the droid’s scopes hadn’t been easy, but luckily, he was still here. Apparently training in one of the upper gymnasia.
The lights of the center were dialed down from their peak-hours levels. Krey-Krey’s pretty face revealed itself in varicolored glimpses of muted radiance as she moved swiftly toward her goal.
At last, she came to the door, a red light above indicating it was locked. Fitness Center 3. She took a breath and activated the laser sword… driving it into the control panel in a shower of sparks. The door irised open. She stepped through…
… and immediately assumed her combat stance, her laserblade in front of her. Garim Biggs, his attire unchanged from earlier, was standing calmly at the other end of an empty dojo chamber, with a blaster pistol leveled at her.
“I was wondering who owned that surveillance droid.” His voice was deep, mellow. Cultured. “Now I’m positively fascinated.”
“You’ll find that blaster will avail you nothing.” Krey-Krey’s voice was firm, but her hand was shaking. Her eyes glittered, the potent cocktail of rage and shame churning within her. “I witnessed your crime against Gem and her friends. No doubt the most recent of many. I will see justice done for it.”
“Ahhh, yes. My poor little sluts. Isi seems right at home with them, wouldn’t you say?” He seemed entirely uncaring. Gave her a little smile as he added: “Truth be told, I’ve made their lives hell in more ways than I can even remember at this point. But it didn’t seem… sporting to send them off against The Ravager without giving them a larger glimpse of the truth. They’ll have a good run at becoming real bounty hunters, now. Not that it will save them.”
“The Dark Half of the Source swirls around them. As if it’s bending probability itself. You know why, don’t you?”
His smile didn’t budge. “Perhaps. You have me at a disadvantage, madam. You know my name, but…”
“I am Princess Krey-Krey,” she held her chin high. “Juddite Adept of the New Temple, assigned by Master Starfokker himself to put an end to your operation.”
“Princess, no less. I’m honored.” His smile broadened. “Adept, though? I think not.”
“And why not?”
“Because, my dear,” he said simply. “An Adept would remember that while a laserblade can reflect the concentrated beam of a lethal blaster shot…”
Without further ado, he fired the pistol at her. She had been anticipating this, had reached out through the Source to feel the right placement of the blade to block the beam and send it back at him. But though the blade was there… there was no beam to block. Krey-Krey abruptly felt her body go numb, her laserblade deactivating and falling from nerveless fingers as she flopped, helpless, to the ground.
She could only blink up at Biggs’ outline as he stood over her and finished his sentence.
“… you’ll find it’s quite useless against the wide beam of the stun setting. You should have talked less, my lovely Princess.”
She tried to speak, but couldn’t summon anything more than a wordless croak. He knelt beside her, and her skin crawled with horror as he casually flicked open her robes, tugging down the wrapping on her chest to reveal her adorably tiny breasts and their long, stiff nipples. He fondled them insouciantly as he spoke.
“Don’t worry, Princess. I’m not going to kill you. You wanted into this game… and I shall grant your wish.”
He migrated his hand lower, sliding it down her smooth, firm belly and toward her now naked, vulnerable, exquisitely sensitive slit. His callused fingers sent delicious and terrifying shivers through her soft skin, a distant and confusing sensation she could do nothing about. A whimper of futility escaped her throat as tears of pure rage leaked from her eyes.
“But it’s as an acquaintance of mine once said. Gaze long into the black, and it gazes also into you. You have found the darkness, lovely little Princess Krey-Krey… now let me show you what it means.”
His hand went lower still, the paralyzed and helpless young Juddite learner staring at him in disbelief and fury and horror… and though her voice could only whimper in the moment his fingers claimed her tight young snatch, her mind screamed.
THE END, FOR NOW… but Tanni Gem and all her pervy friends and enemies will be back in EPISODE IV: DANGEROUS GAME.
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
Riley Reid as PRINCESS KREY-KREY
Lexington Steele as GARIM BIGGS
Liam Neeson as VOICE OF SHAFTEVANEN GENTLEMAN #1
Timothy Oliphaunt as VOICE OF SHAFTEVANEN GENTLEMAN #2
Katy Perry as BLUE GIRL LEADER
Lena Paul as GEM’S BLUE GIRL #1
Bonnie Rotten as GEM’S BLUE GIRL #2
Kylie Jenner as JESSA’S BLUE GIRL #1
Kim Kardashian as JESSA’S BLUE GIRL #2
Emily Ratajkowski as OTHER BLUE GIRL
James Deen as BENI THE JUDDITE
The producers wish to thank werewolf porn in general for inspiring the central scene of this episode. 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.
A NOT-U PORN PARODY PRODUCTION