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 IV: DANGEROUS GAME
There’s nothing in all the galaxy worse than a traitor. The criminal planet of Metooine is full of them.
The worst might just be GARIM BIGGS, pretended friend of Tanni Gem and her slutty friends in their quest to stop a brutal crew of slave raiders.
Biggs is now exposed as their worst enemy. But even as the girls seek a way to fight back and escape the planet, he has snared new prey: a sexy Princess named KREY-KREY…
Empty in the dead of night but for its pair of current occupants, the bright dojo chamber of the Mos Buutey Bounty Hunters’ Guild echoed with the sounds of crude, perverted sex. By now, they’d been on the go for some time. Shredded clothing surrounded the naked paramours, and the discerning eye might just make out a Juddite Adept’s discarded laserblade among the debris.
Princess Krey-Krey was splayed out on an exercise mattress, looking up into the cold eyes of the man fucking the juices out of her tight young pussy. Wondering how it had happened. How had Garim Biggs beaten her so effortlessly? Stunned her, fondled her, frigged her helpless pussy to orgasm and stripped her of her Juddite robes before he climbed on top and mastered her in minutes with his thick cock?
How had his long, deep strokes stripped away all the months of discipline she’d struggled to learn? As she looked into his impassive gaze, moaned as he hammered her, their bared bodies writhing together in a lather of sweat, his black skin slippery against her soft white flesh, she felt her own hands toying with the nipples on her tiny tits as she let out little mewls of mingled desire and despair. Her mind reeled. It can’t… can’t be happening… but ohhhh OHHHH by the SOURCE I’m getting wetter again…
“You see,” he was saying to her almost conversationally as he pounded her like a cheap slut: “There’s something I wish you to understand, Princess. After our little interlude here, I’m going to pretend to respect you. To treat you with tenderness. But:” he took hold of her chin hard. Looked deep into her eyes. “I want you to understand deep in your soul that this will be a lie. That this is what you are to me. This is what I know you deserve. Do you understand?”
She should spit in his face. Fight back. The stun effect of his blaster had long since worn off, she should summon her laserblade to her hand and take his head off with it. Instead she heard herself moan: “Ugghhh Uhhhgghh Ughhhh yes I… I understand Mister Bihh… Biihhh… BIGGS ohhhh augghhh auughhh auuughhhh it’s deep it’s deep it’s deep it’s soooo deeeep…”
“Of course it is,” he confirmed. “And you’re going to cum on it again, Princess. You’re going to cum on it like… what? Say it.”
“Going to… to… auuughhhh…” The words he was making her say still made her flush with shame and stammer. “Ughhh ugghhhh uggghhhh I’m… going to… cum like a s-slut Mister Biggs…”
Her slapped her across the face sharply. Ground his cock deeper in seven extra-jarring strokes to emphasize the words: “Not. Good. Enough. Say. All. Of. It.”
“Ohhhhh OHHHH Ohhhhh FUCK FUUCK FUUUCK FUUUHUUUCKKK… I’m going to CUM LIKE A FILTHY SLUT Mister CUM LIKE A FILTHY SLUT LIKE A FILTHY FUCKING SLUHHUUUT! Fuuuckk fuuckk fuuuck I’m so CLOSE mister make me your FUCKING SLUT mister I want to CUM LIKE A FILTHY NASTY SLUT for you mister OHHHHH FUUUUUCK…”
Krey-Krey wailed and babbled the words through a haze of unreality, as if the language centers of her brain were being cooked by erotic heat. It was her voice and not her voice. As he picked up the pace of his strokes again, it was mere moments before she was squealing wordlessly in ecstasy, clawing at his back and bucking up to meet his deep-penetrating thrusts as her cunt exploded wetly all over him, the waves of a debilitating orgasm shuddering through her as she thrashed her head back and forth in wild abandon.
The climax went on… and on… and chained into another and another and another as he kept pounding and pounding her until her babbling grew nonsensical and her clawing, scratching ecstasy seemed fit to escalate into madness. Until finally he checked his strokes, held her gently in place with his throbbing prick buried balls-deep in her sweet young cunt but at rest, letting the chain of orgasms subside into a general haze of lust.
As the waves pulled back, he was looking down at her with what might have seemed like genuine tenderness and solicitude. Little droplets of sweat beaded on his shaven scalp. “There, there, you’re alright, my lovely Princess. Just a bit of spice. You’re playing by the rules. I owe you another answer.”
Answer? Oh… the bargain… Her belly quaked in the aftershocks of her wrenching multiple climax as she remembered now the devil’s bargain she’d made with him, the reason she couldn’t kill him, couldn’t fight him, couldn’t stop this. She had come to Metooine looking for answers… and even after he’d defeated her utterly, shamed and degraded her and put her at his mercy, he had offered them to her.
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Princess Krey-Krey of Arepa, Sapowan Learner to the famous Master Chet Starfokker of the New Juddite Order himself, had come Metooine on her own personal mission. Erotic visions through the mystic energies of the Source had plagued her, derailed her training and meditation. Here, she had hoped to find peace. Some kind of resolution to the filthy and violent sex acts that haunted her dreams. The visions of three sexy and debauched girls, of blighted lives of constant erotic degradation, of evil men both fearsome and compelling with big, bloated, domineering cocks…
… the language that had just poured out of her wasn’t entirely new to her. She’d heard it first in those dreams. Gotten her boyfriend at the Temple to say some of those things to her when she let him deflower her, he’d taken to it like a fish to water. One of the reasons she’d had to leave the Temple was that some part of her had known she’d beg him for that again and again if she had stayed.
And it wasn’t right. These things were the Dark Half of the Source. What she’d been taught to turn away from. The Dark Half swirled around those poor girls from her vision with an intensity like nothing she’d ever seen. She had to know why, if there was some way to stop it. She would do anything to know.
Garim Biggs was connected to it somehow. He had to have ordered the degrading three-hour assault on Tanni Gem and her friends by werewolf aliens that her surveillance droid had witnessed… and that to her eternal shame had overwhelmed her with a lust that cut off all thoughts of racing to their aid. She had pursued him in revenge, but her carelessness and scattered mental focus had done her in.
Still. Even now she could fight back, could kill him. But killing him wouldn’t get her any closer to the knowledge she needed. So now she was learning what anything really meant. There was a small part of her that recognized with hilarity bordering on hysteria the irony of his talking her into it: he was no Source user, it was Juddites who were supposed to have the mind tricks.
The bargain was that for each time she let him fuck her to orgasm, each time she abided by his rules on what fucking should look like and satisfied his desires, he would give her an answer to one question. The cycle had repeated six times already… or was it seven? He hadn’t yet yielded up his jism to the clasping of her snatch… but she’d given up more wet, slutty orgasms to that rutting prick than she could count.
It was, she realized, gradually breaking her. She couldn’t even remember what answers he’d given already, what questions she’d asked. Her pale aquiline features were streaked with tears of humiliation and shame, her elaborate triple-bun coiffure straying into disorder and disheveled by the streaming sweat of lust. Her slender little body – just a few inches over five feet and no more than a hundred pounds soaking wet – was totally dominated by his six-foot rugged frame. Her slender thighs were splayed and her wet young pussy stretched almost painfully around ten inches of hard black cock.
And the truth was that she didn’t want it to stop. It was degrading and filthy and sickening and wrong and she had never known pleasures more intense in her young life. The knowledge of that fact was terrifying. Her mind shied away from it, pushed it down, and tried instead to produce a question. And she said: “Are… are you the source of what’s happening to… to Tanni Gem and her friends?”
He gave her a kindly look, brushing a strand of sweat-sodden brown hair away from her forehead. “You’re losing track, my lovely Princess. Asked and answered. But I’ll be sportsmanlike and give you another one.”
She chewed her lip, trying frantically to unstick the gears of her sex-addled mind, unable to stop herself from moaning as she felt his prick flex inside her. “Uhhh... oooohhhh… uhhh… did a Source user get to the… the girls at some point and… use mental powers on them?”
Biggs clucked his tongue fussily. “Tsk-tsk-tsk. That won’t do, my Princess, we’ve covered that one already, too. You truly don’t remember.” He took her by the chin, bussed her very gently on the lips and said: “One more try. What is it you really want to know?”
He just happened to grind his hips in a circle at that moment, his pulsating prick stirring her molten honeypot as she moaned and writhed against him, her will scattering, her focus deserting her, and the question came out unbidden in a small, girly voice: “Will you please… fuck my slutty cunt and degrade me and fill me with your hot spunk and use me until I’ve satisfied you, mister?”
Biggs gave her a smile. Kind eyes. He leaned in and kissed her again, this time lusciously, romantically, their tongues swirling in an ancient and delicious dance whose beauty no poetry could ever truly capture. The kind of kiss that almost felt like a universe unto itself, a gateway into pure love.
And then he broke the kiss. His eyes were cold again, cold as the void of space, all that gentlemanly respect gone as if it had never been, and she shivered in sudden terror and her pussy clutched helplessly around his cock.
“The answer is yes,” he said. “And I believe our bargain is concluded.”
Ohhhh NOOO ohhh FUCK ohhhh what you have DONE Krey-Krey, her mind babbled, but it was too late, he was pulling his hips back and hammering his cock balls-deep in his dumb bitch again, her hot juices were exploding around his prick again and it was all starting again and he was going to pound her into squealing fuckmeat again and make her degrade and humiliate and debase herself again and again and again and again and there was nothing to do but fucking take it and be his good submissive little cocksleeve again…
… nothing to do but surrender.
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The next day arrived, morning light peeping through the grimy window of a flea-bitten motel bedroom. Tanni Gem blinked as she stirred to wakefulness. She groaned. Too soon. Yesterday had been… exhausting didn’t even cover it.
She shifted, halted, frowned. Looked under the covers at the big wet patch of pussy juice she’d bestowed on the mattress last night. More than a patch, really. She grimaced. Fuck, I shouldn’t have masturbated… not as if my pussy needed even more action yesterday. Better not tell the others.
The petite, pale beauty climbed out of bed, clad in nothing but a fishnet bodysuit so ripped and ruined it could barely be said to exist. There was a filth-caked mirror opposite. She looked in it: admiring her own fine-featured prettiness and blue eyes and flawless skin, her taut slender five-foot-nothing frame with cute, pert little breasts and an equally cute shaven pussy. Ran her fingers through her ever unruly mop of bobbed brown hair. Not too bad, all in all, except for the shadows of exhaustion under her eyes.
She picked up the rags that were serving as clothing and were all that remained of the overalls she’s worn back into port. Wrapped the first strip around her breasts and the second, with its ragged flap that was supposed to conceal her pussy, around her hips. It wasn’t much. She sighed. We’ll fix that soon.
Gem could steel feel her holes throbbing. That feeling and memory put some the glitter of determination in her eyes. The discovery that her “friend” Garim Biggs had tricked her and her real friends into getting fucked by a pack of werewolf aliens while a group of whores in Biggs’ employ had taunted and humiliated them… it had made her blood boil like nothing else in her life. She had admired Biggs. Trusted him. Maybe loved him. She’d certainly fucked him more times than she could count.
And now she had to face the likelihood that he’d been sabotaging them all along. That maybe he was the reason their bounty hunting jobs never worked out. That maybe he had been selling them out to the marks, he was how they always knew they were coming. And maybe there was even more than that. She had started to ask herself last night if anything genuinely good had happened in her and Jessa Zaar’s lives since Biggs came into the picture. The thought had opened a dark pit underneath everything about her life. She’d found herself rubbing one out – well, more than one – almost to distract her mind.
Jessa had tried to make her see it. I was so blind. It was time to make up for that. To get them off this rock and find a way to beat what was surely Biggs’ plan to sell them out the slave traders of The Ravanger. She took a deep breath, stepped out into the living room to wake the others.
She found her two friends curled in together and spooning on the couch. Still sleeping, looking as innocent as two naked girls as hot as them could look.
Jessa Zaar, the little spoon. Her best friend for years and fellow bounty hunter, she sported the same kind of petite, slender beauty Gem had, but with caramel skin and dark hair gathered in pigtails and mesmerizing, brilliant green eyes. Gem smiled to see her looking so peaceful. Then she sobered as she looked at the crude tattoos all over her smooth young skin, degrading phrases in scripts from a dozen different worlds: “WORTHLESS FUCKSLUT.” “STUPID WHORE.” “I’M A WEAK DUMB BITCH.” “RAPE THIS” or “FILL IT WITH SPUNK” with red arrows pointing helpfully to her cunt or her ass. Gem had become inured to those over the years, they’d even come to seem… normal. How’d that happen?
The “big” spoon: her new friend and new client, Isi’duzit or “Isi” for short, the Tri’lik former courtesan who’d hired Gem and Jessa with her life savings, her old home in the peaceful brothel called the Pink Palace destroyed by the raiders of The Ravager. It was hard to believe they’d known each other less than a day. The sweet-natured Tri’lik was the kind of person you immediately felt like you’d known forever. She was also sexy as hell: bright red skin, fine features, striking hazel eyes, her body five feet and five inches of slender sensuality topped with proud, firm C-cup breasts. Her exotic Tri’lik head-tails twitched ever so slightly in her sleep. She looked so much better having finally had access to a shower and gotten to wash the mud and sweat and… other things off her from yesterday. Smelled better, too. They all did.
Three cute little sluts to go against the combined might of The Ravagers and rescue dozens of enslaved courtesans. Gem knew how mad it sounded. But she was going to find a way. We’re wise to you now, Biggs. We’re going to change the game.
As she was thinking it, though, she sniffed the air… and realized she was smelling sex. A smell she’d gotten so used to she barely noticed it anymore but dammit, they’d made a pact last night! A little cross, Gem gave each of her friends a little wake-up spank on the ass.
They both jolted awake. Jessa started and immediately slid off the couch, lading on her ass with an aggrieved “Ow! The fuck, Gem!” Isi sitting up and seeming to complete a sentence from a dream: “… but why are there forty of them, mother… uh!” Looking around and blinking. “Gem?”
“You guys,” Gem said, trying not to be too harsh about it but she had to remind them. “We agreed no sex, right? Remember that ‘changing the game’ talk we had? No more fucking or getting fucked until we’ve completed our mission. How we were going to get back at Biggs.”
Isi rubbed her eyes and looked puzzled. “I am sorry, Gem. I didn’t think sex with each other counted.”
“Me neither,” Jessa agreed, climbing to her feet and giving Gem a wry look as she cricked her neck and stretched like a cat. “Besides, don’t think I didn’t hear those little mewling noises you make when you’re fingering your cunt coming from your room last night. Does drenching your entire bed in girl-cum not count? Because we know you did that.”
“Well, I…” Gem flushed. “Uh, did we say masturbating counted?”
“We said keep it to less than ten times a day.” Jessa headed for the suite’s small bathroom, added over her shoulder: “But I know for a fact you can beat those numbers in one night. And we know the answer about last night… right?”
Gem felt herself blushing violently now. “Okay, okay… not saying I’m doing it perfectly either… let’s just all agree to try, okay? Big day today, we should get some breakfast and plan.”
“Ah, yes!” Isi clapped her hands excitedly. “Kitting ourselves out! For the mission! That’s what they say, right, ‘kitting ourselves out’?”
“That’s right, Isi,” Gem smiled. “That’s what they say.”
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The girls had gone to ground in Trashtown Quarter, a warren of narrow streets that surrounded Mos Buutey’s “recycling center,” really a trash midden. It reeked to high heaven but now they knew they had an enemy as powerful as Garim Biggs, it was a good place to hide while they figured out their next steps.
Breakfast was peas and galeong worms at a little hole in the wall called La Ma’s that Gem and Jessa had discovered back in their dancing days. They’d been amused by it at first because its chef was a bulbous eyed alien with a lower face that looked like a butt. Certain other things had kept them coming back, though, one of which was the special discount he always gave them, the other being that the food wasn’t too bad for being in a bad part of town even by Mos Buutey standards.
(Of course, they’d stopped coming here when they found out about the “special sauce” on La Ma’s galeong worms. But he had virtually no customers – the place was probably a front for some syndicate – and right now they needed the anonymity. Isi didn’t need to know everything.)
Luckily Gem and Jessa knew Mos Buutey’s underbelly pretty well. Well enough to have a plan. Gem laid it out as they sat at a table in the back of La Ma’s dim interior, Isi in her tiny black bikini, Gem and Jessa in their rags and fishnets.
“Step one,” she said, trying to look nonchalant as she watched Isi wolfing down her gaelong worms hungrily, commenting appreciatively on the nutty-flavored special sauce. (Jessa a bit less eager, as someone who knew, but that didn’t stop her from eating them.) “We have to assume that the money we threw Biggs is an up-front loss. We can’t trust anything he gives us. So, we have to find a new supplier.”
“Mmmphhh,” Isi said, swallowing down a worm with a slurp of relish, it was her first real meal in a while. Her eyes were pensive, she was clearly less than pleased by having wasted more than half her life savings already, but she didn’t dwell on it. Just said: “So, you know suppliers?”
“Well… not directly,” Gem admitted. “We always went through Biggs for that.” She colored, thinking of all the times his equipment had ‘malfunctioned’ at crucial moments on jobs. He’d even given them their first repair droid, O-69 or “Oggie,” who turned out to have… other interests. “But we know someone who knows. The Three Brothers a few streets over.”
“Three… Brothers.” Isi concentrated carefully, clearly memorizing the details.
Jessa put in: “Yeah, they’re Grodians who run a tattoo and deathstick shop. If anyone knows someone who’ll deal with us without ratting us to Biggs, they will.”
“Right,” Gem said. “We go to them and pump them for info, maybe hit them with a bribe or two. A non-sexual bribe or two.” The last was to remind herself as much as anyone. “Then, step two. Hit up the supplier. We still have enough funds to buy some decent clothes, solid weapons and armor, tracking devices, stuff like that. Got a shopping list all made up.”
“Cool.” Isi was into it, now. Buying guns clearly appealed. “What then?”
“Step three.” Gem was ticking the steps off on her fingers. “We buy some time at a training range. The supplier should have one. We need to build our confidence and make sure his gear actually works. That way, we’re ready for step four.” Held up a fourth finger. “We go get our ship from Fub-Fub and take off.”
“He’ll try his usual bullshit,” Jessa reminded her.
Gem nodded. “I know. And Biggs was supposed to settle the docking fee, which he won’t. So we do it at gunpoint.”
Isi started, looking alarmed. “Um. Gunpoint? Won’t they… maybe put a bounty on us for that?”
“Yeah. But it’s either that or be trapped on this rock trying to hide from Biggs for the foreseeable future.” Gem hesitated, then added. “Also. We should prep for the possibility that they might do that anyway. Biggs is a ‘hero’ to the Guild, remember?” She felt a little bitter when she remembered calling him that. “He has pull. They’ll believe any story he tells them.”
“Oh.” The Tri’lik was crestfallen. Slurped down another worm absent-mindedly. “Mmmmphhh. So… that is bad. Even while hunting The Ravager we will also be hunted?”
“Almost certainly.” Gem said. “But we’ll make ourselves dangerous game. And if we succeed against The Ravager, we may well have the pull to discredit Biggs and all his cronies here.”
“It’s our best bet,” Jessa agreed. Gem felt heartened when her bestie gave her a proud smile. “Good planning, Tanni.”
Isi nodded in vigorous agreement as she slurped down a trio of worms in one go. “Glllmmphh! Yes, but Tanni, we need to do it on a full stomach. You haven’t touched your worms!”
Gem blinked down at her bowl, got a brief sympathetic look from Jessa. Sighed. “Right,” and picked up her fork, steeling herself. “Let’s… let’s eat.”
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“And stay out, slut!”
Princess Krey-Krey cried out in outrage as the security guard manhandled her out the back entrance of the Bounty Hunters’ Guild center. As she stumbled and sprawled, naked, into the muck of the alleyway, he tossed something after her that clattered on the cobbles. And he spat on her.
“Take your trash with you, and don’t ever let me find you on-premises again.”
The door slammed shut with finality. For a moment, Krey-Krey just shuddered, looking around her in disbelief. She looked at the object he’d tossed after her. It was her laserblade: the only thing Garim Biggs had left her after he’d fucked her into unconsciousness in the dojo.
Security had been less than pleased to find her sprawled naked there this morning, reeking of sex and lying on an exercise mat in a puddle of various redoubtable fluids. The laserblade damage to the door’s control mechanism probably didn’t help matters. She’d tried at first to explain, then to mind trick him. Neither had worked. And then she’d been hauled in a humiliating nude display through a blur of gawking faces in the Guild center’s hallways.
She could have fought him, but that only would have made things worse. As she thought it, though, she realized with a chill that it felt suspiciously like rationalization. Is something happening to me? The same thing that happened to Tanni Gem and Jessa Zaar and maybe their new Tri’lik friend?
The thought made her shiver. Krey-Krey patted absently at her hair, which was a straggled and frizzy bird’s nest around what remained of her buns. Somehow, that bothered her as much as being naked. She closed her eyes, let a brief moment of overwhelmed despair wash over and through her as she mentally itemized the things that terrified her.
She was naked and alone and had just been paraded through a public venue and thrown into the street like a common vagrant. None of her Order knew she was even on Metooine. She’d failed to protect the girls whose plight had brought her here. Her pussy was tender and sensitive because she had been easily defeated and fucked into ecstatic submission by a hateful criminal. The mysterious Dark Half Source effect she perceived around the girls might be affecting her, now.
But… she still had an advantage.
She was still a Juddite. Okay, a Juddite in training, but the Source was still with her. As long as that was true, there was no need to give up. No matter what humiliations and debasements this hell-place threw her way. No matter what temptations the Dark Half put in her path.
Krey-Krey controlled her breathing. Opened her eyes and reached out a hand. Her laserblade twitched on the pavement and then flew into her palm. She smiled. Still got it.
First things first. Find some way to not be naked and smeared in muck and stinking of sex. Maybe get her hair fixed, she didn’t want to be vain about things but… yeah.
Then she had to use the Source to track Tanni Gem and her friends. Warn them of their danger. It was clear that trying to go on a mission while they were under the influence of whatever this mysterious power might be was folly.
After that, there was one other thing she could do. Through the fog of lust surrounding last night, she remembered the question-and-answer game Garim Biggs had played with her. And it occurred to her that he might well be arrogant enough to have divulged genuine and useful answers to critical questions. Her conscious mind couldn’t recall them… but those answers were there, inside her. Meditation might bring them out.
She nodded resolutely to herself. Right. It’s a plan. Let’s begin.
Fouled and naked and shivering, Princess Krey-Krey’s lovely mud-spattered face nevertheless wore a new serenity as she got up and walked resolutely out of the alleyway. She strode with bold confidence out into the streets. Whenever someone looked her way, she simply gestured with one hand and said: “You do not see me. You do not see me… You do not see me.”
Focused on her mission, she didn’t notice how few people the old Juddite mind trick worked on. How many of them followed her naked young body with lascivious leers and looks of contempt, whispering to each other in a hundred different languages the word: “Slut.”
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Gem tried not to think of the healthy helping of La Ma’s “special sauce” curdling in her gut as they made their way to the Three Brothers. As the girls stepped into the lobby of the combination tattoo parlor and deathstick shop, the eldest brother Weebo was there to greet him.
The Grodians all largely looked the same to Gem’s eye, with their sucker-like mouths and black bulbous eyes, rubbery green skin and antennae. But they had different tattoos on the muscular chests under the identical black leather vests they all wore. Weebo’s was a Groyp Dragon. His antennae waggled at her, at all of them. But it was Jessa he spoke to.
“Haku do uba naga, cheeka?” He spoke in a signature patois of F’ukkese, and his tone wasn’t friendly. “Jee-jee chuba mek kickee moh loka inkie. Nobata-bata weird stuff.”
“Oh.” Jessa colored. “Uh, no, we’re not here for that, Weebo. Hi, by the way.”
Weebo looked back at her blankly. Gem picked up the thread: “Yeah, good to see you, Weebo. Like what you’ve done with the place.” She gestured around at the place, unchanged from the first day the brothers had moved in except to get grimier. “Uhhh, anyway, we’re in kind of a spot. We could use help… information, really.”
The Grodian perked up. His antennae twisted at a sly angle. “Jee stuka. Haku kankee?”
“We need kit, for a job. Armor. Weapons. A testing range. And,” she stepped to the counter and pitched her voice lower. “It needs to be someone who’s not friends with Garim Biggs. I’m trusting you with that.”
Weebo paused as this sank in. Said: “Tah Moko Goola kana stuka. Uba hagwa tinka small, Tanni.” Thought on it a moment and said: “Haba jee-jee mek bargon. Naga tah bolla tchuta an talkah che copah?”
Gem’s belly fluttered. She knew what asking her to go somewhere else to ‘talk price’ meant. Said: “We can talk price in front of my friends, we’ve got money.”
“Haku uba naga kosta moh dan moulee-rah.” Weebo spread his hands. “Jee-jee bargon mo haku?”
“Of course I want to deal, I just…” Gem took a breath. Said: “I’ll go with you. Fine. Better we don’t talk in the open. But nobata hanky-panky, okay? I’m putting those days behind me.”
Weebo’s antennae drooped a little in disappointment, but he nodded. Gestured her behind the counter as he opened a door to the rest of the shop. It was quiet. As she followed him, she exchanged glances with Jessa and Isi and they all mouthed today’s mantra silently at each other: no getting fucked.
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Weebo gestured Gem into a small office she recognized. The memories… weren’t great. As he closed and locked the door behind them, she fidgeted in trepidation. She started to say: “So, I was I thinking. It’s worth a thousand Credits for us if you’ve got a name and address.”
Weebo ignored her as he walked around to the desk. He picked up a piece of paper, wrote something on it. Folded it. Held it in one hand and said: “Ta nameh on wata.”
“Okay…” Name’s on the paper. Got it. Where’s he going with this?
But it quickly became clear. Weebo promptly tucked the paper into the crotch of his leather pants, stuffing it as far down as he could, and then said: “Uba kan get, uba kan jeeska. Nobata chinka.”
Dammit. “Fuck, Weebo, we haven’t got time for this.” He stared at her stonily. She looked down at his crotch. Chewed her lip. “You’re saying I can just reach in and grab the paper and leave with it, right? Nothing else, no money, no… other things. I promised my girls.”
“D’as tagwa,” he affirmed.
“Fuck,” she muttered. “This is gross, man. You could just take the thousand creds, you know?” He looked at her stonily until she relented. “Fine. Fine.”
He came around and stood in front of the desk expectantly. Gingerly, she approached. Reached down gingerly across his flat… actually quite muscular belly, the brothers kept in shape, you had to give them that. His hygiene had never been great, though. A rich stink of sweat and other activities wafted up from his crotch as she pulled out the front of his pants to reach a hand in: the brothers often liked to fuck the various whores and dancers they supplied ink and deathsticks for, as she had cause to know.
Today had already been a busy day. The cock her hand brushed against was slimy with some girl’s juices. Weebo doesn’t miss a trick. Literally. She grimaced as she tried to work around it. He’s stuffed the paper well down there, she didn’t want think what condition it would be in when it came back out. Rummaged to the left of that slimy prick, the right of it… Fuck, it’s big. Almost forgot what a big boy you are, Weebo…
Gem tried to clamp down on that train of thought. Focus. Stay focused, Gem. She said: “Okay… I’m just gonna lift this thing of yours out of the way. Okay? That’s all I’m doing.” Weebo just watched her. “Okay… fuck.” She reached down and grabbed the big, dark green shaft of his cock with one hand. God it's really… really hot and slippery…. Fuck. She tried to hold it up and out of the way as she reached in with her other hand. He’s tucked it somewhere down under his balls, just got to…
Keeping a grip on the shaft wasn’t easy, her hand kept slipping. And it was getting bigger, harder, crowding the available space. She tried to sound irritated when she said: “Fuck, you’re getting hard, Weebo… you’re getting really big and… and hard…” But it came out breathy. Horny.
As that big dick engorged in her hand, throbbing and pulsing, unbidden memories started to assail Gem’s brain. She could feel the tingle of arousal between her thighs, a rising wetness in her soft young cunt, knew she had to make this quick while she could cling to self-control. Closing her eyes and trying to keep herself on task, she kept burrowing with her other hand, burrowing down to his balls. The scritch-scritch up the paper was there, just at the tips of her fingers, fuck, his balls are really big and… and hot, too, fuck, hang in there, Gem, just…
Weebo gasped as she took hold of his balls, trying to lift them out of the way. But it was weird… now that they were in her hand, there wasn’t any harm in stroking them just a little, right? Just… for old time’s sake. They might smell bad, but they were cute balls. That wasn’t sex, was it? That wasn’t against the rules.
No, Gem, she told herself firmly. None of that. Anything you do has to have a reason. And so her brain promptly furnished one, and it popped out of her mouth: “Okay… you’ve just got way too much junk down here, Weebo, I can’t reach the paper. I need you not to be hard right now, okay? We’re just gonna… do whatever that takes, and that’s it. Okay?”
Weebo’s breathing was ragged. He nodded and agreed: “Eniki.”
“Good, that’s good, okay. We’ll… we’ll make this quick, okay?”
Gem bit her lip, feeling the flush rising in her skin as she started to stroke her hand up and down Weebo’s big, wet, throbbing cock, fondling and squeezing his massive balls. The heat was rising exponentially in her slutty cunt now, there was no denying that she was squirming around an ache of desire. No matter how much she told herself she didn’t want to be that way anymore, her gash was still greedy to be fucked, stretched, dominated by a hot, slippery, turgid prick like the one she was holding now, the one she was stroking, it would be so easy to just…
No, fight it Gem, just keep stroking it, you can rub one out later, no getting fucked, Gem, no getting fucked and fucked and FUCKED in all your holes by this big, beautiful DICK, Gem… FUCK… The dam of her resolve was crumbling rapidly. She knew it. As Weebo grew ever harder and the wet stroking sounds of her hand on his prick got louder, though, she suddenly realized they sounded a lot like a blowjob. Hey… instead of fucking… like, it’s not really fucking if it’s just in my mouth, right? He’ll cum even faster with my mouth… She looked up vulnerably at Weebo with wide blue eyes as the dirty thoughts began to swamp her brain.
He was way ahead of her. Giving a groan, the Grodian reached up a strong hand, grabbed her by the hair and started to push her down. She moaned and felt her pussy juice dripping down her thighs as her clit swelled with desire. She stood alongside him, wanked his hot prick and let him bend her supple little body double, her mouth watering as the strong odor of him invaded her nostrils and she opened wide.
“Mmmmphhh…” She flickered out her tongue, caught a pearl of pre-cum from that tasty alien cock, kissed the tip of it like she was kissing a lover, kneaded his churning cum sacs and stroked his shaft and drooled spit all over his big blunt cockhead, swirling her tongue around it and moaning, jacking his prick harder with her hand and moaning deliriously: “Mmmm-hmmmmm…” This is enough, right Gem? This is enough, just bring him off this way, it’s… it’s enough, isn’t it?
The yearning in her saturated fuckhole only grew. Her whole body was aching with lust, tingles of desire feathering through her nerve endings and bringing out goose-pimples on her firm young flesh. As she wriggled her hindquarters saucily and did her best to suck whatever she could reach of Weebo’s big delicious fuck-stick with his pants still up, Gem could hear her pussy juice literally dripping and spattering on the ground, could feel her control vanishing moment by moment, feel any memory of why she was even trying to keep “control” fading into abject sexual hunger.
Then Weebo’s hand released her hair and slid gently along her spine… up toward her ass and pussy. “Mmmm-HMMMMM…” she groaned loudly, slathering her tongue wetly around the bulging head of his prick as that leisurely stroking of fingers along her arching back kicked her lust into overdrive, she was squirming around her needy cunt now, jacking his turgid prick and caressing his big balls like her life depended on it, and then his fingers were grabbing handfuls of her slender little buttocks and smacking them and she was writhing and moaning and wriggling her naughty little ass up to meet those spanks and as she drooled on his prick and savoured another morsel of his pre-cum on her tongue she started babbling.
“Yeahhhh… mpphhhh… slllmphhh… spank my naughty little ass Weebo I’m such a bad fucking girl Weebo fuckin’ spank my ass do it harder… do it harder, Weebo I’ve been such a bad bitch… aHhhh… ahhh… aghhh… AGHHH… MMMM-hmmmphhh…”
He spanked her harder and harder as she sucked and wanked and caressed and wriggled and moaned… and as her spanking reached a count of twenty, he switched targets… and slipped two thick fingers into her overheated pussy. Weebo wasn’t subtle about it: he rammed them home, right down to the third knuckle, and she was so turned on that initial invasion brought her off on the spot.
“Mmmmmphhhh! Mmmmmphhhh! Mmmmmhllllmmmphhh!” Her mouth was still clamped on his cockhead as she went squealing over the edge, her pussy giving out two, three, four of its famously lengthy, voluminous, epic projectile squirts, soaking a large part of his floor as the waves of intense climax made her slender body shudder, her wanking and pleasuring of Weebo’s cock and balls growing almost frantic. Weebo hammered her squirting fuckhole repeatedly with his fingers, drawing the climax out and out as she slobbered and groaned and writhed… and a moment later she felt him tense up, his nuts jumping and his cock pulsing and his pungent load fountaining out of his prick as she struggled to catch as much of it as she could on her tongue and eat it and swallow it.
The pair of them moaned and shuddered together as she felt his leftover jism slide down his shaft to make it even messier and slimier down there. As his fingers relinquished her quivering pussy, she pulled herself up instinctively to take them in her mouth, mixing the flavor of her own fuck-juice with the droplets of his spunk still on her palate, moaning as she savored it. As his fingers popped out, she licked her lips to eat up more of his hot jism, swallowed hard and found herself breathing the words: “Now that’s how you make a special sauce… fuck…”
Weebo looked down at her flushed and lustful gaze with a question in his eyes. There was no use pretending, now: Gem licked her lips and nodded yes, and kept on wanking Weebo’s still-hard prick as his long, agile, anteater-like alien tongue extruded from his mouth. Putting her head back luxuriantly as he leaned in over her, the horny young slut started to suck that tongue, her body surrendering utterly and writhing against him as her pussy heated up for round two.
###
The day could be going better, Krey-Krey reflected to herself as she arrived, barefoot and wrapped in a flapping tarpaulin, in front of a “beauty salon” called Temple of Kweia one of the street whores had directed her to. But it could be going worse.
Admittedly not much worse. The Princess had returned to her landspeeder to find its engine block, motivator and propulsors stripped and everything of value taken from it. Her spare change of clothes, her money, her supplies… her surveillance droid. All gone. It clearly didn’t do to leave things unattended in Mos Buutey.
But she’d managed to find a relatively clean puddle to wipe most of the mud off her skin and face – wasn’t much to be done about the filth caking on her feet, but she’d worry about that later – and to “borrow” a tarp off someone else’s unattended landspeeder. Wrapped around her and fastened with a safety pin she’d artfully lifted from a merchant’s stall, perhaps not the most dignified use of her Source-driven TK powers but necessary, it still flapped in the wind far too unpredictably to be much protection for her nudity.
Nevertheless, the tarp was some protection, and welcome at that: she’d suspected she would have attracted what passed for law enforcement attention here (or something worse) had she tried wandering the streets just stark-naked for long.
That said, her obviously ragamuffin condition did not inspire most people to help her or even talk to her. The bulk of them simply ignored her. The ones who didn’t looked at her with pity and tossed small coins at her feet: that was worse, albeit a strong lesson in how much of her aristocratic pride still stayed with her despite her time at the Temple.
After much wandering and frustration, she discovered that basically the only people who would talk to her were strippers and whores. Some of them were just nonplussed by her and wondered if her condition was some kind of a bit or a gimmick. A few tried to chase her off their corners, assuming she was part of the sisterhood.
One of them, a slinky Tri’lik girl in a sheer white mini-dress with a plunging neckline, big breasts and a curiously human-like brown freckled complexion, had looked at her and said: “Rough day, love?” By that point the Princess had to hold back tears of gratitude for just that small word of kindness.
It turned out the girl’s name was Johhise, and she’d given Krey-Krey a hug and a mug of something hot from a nearby food cart. Commiserated with her: “Don’t know what happened, love, but the world can be a right bastard. Hey, you’re very pretty, you know.”
Krey-Krey had blinked back her tears and said: “That’s very nice of you… Johhise. You are, too.”
“Nothing but the best for the fine men of Mos Buutey,” Johhise had said with ironical wit and a bright smile, gesturing grandly, and it had felt good to laugh. The whore had looked her up and down a moment more and said: “You want looking after, I suspect. Some clothes, bit of munch, bit of bees and honey, some pretties ‘n that? Fix up that lovely hair?”
The Princess had blinked at a lot of this, but she thought she got the gist. “Actually, that would be wonderful. Do you know of anyone?”
“Indeed I do, love, indeed I do.” Johhise gave her a broad grin and said: “Some gentlemen friends of mine called Hovak and Kovo, they run like a… a beauty parlor few streets over. Temple of Kweia, can’t miss it. Just tell them geezers Johhi sent ya, they’ll know right away what to do with ya.”
She’d never felt more overwhelmed by the simple kindness of another being. Krey-Krey gave the hooker another hug, bade the Source be with her and said she’d never forget her. She didn’t see the calculating look Johhise directed at her departing back, though she heard her say what she assumed was a farewell.
(Looking back, she would realize the Tri’lik had said: “No, love. I expect you won’t forget me, at that.”)
The Temple of Kweia was not what she would normally expect a salon to look like. The lettering on its sign was florid, with lots of hearts and curlicues and executed in pinks and purples. The lighting and décor she could see inside looked similar. There were female mannequins in the front windows, sporting what looked to be… was it meant to be lingerie? They seemed more like harnesses, elaborate constructions of straps that left the breasts and crotch exposed.
Krey-Krey frowned in puzzlement. Despite all the soothing colors it seemed somehow unwholesome. But this was indeed the place, and Johhise had seemed guileless enough. A safe starting point at least. Okay, here I go… may be the Source be with me. She walked in.
###
Inside the Temple of Kweia, in a darkened backroom, lounged two rough-looking Kwiikwegs with leathery, bark-like skin, shrewd eyes, and ratty clusters of dreads at the back of their bald skulls. There were muscles under their patchwork leather suits, they came of a warrior people after all even if both men were running to fat in later life. The pair were chatting, drinking khav and casually watching a series of monitors.
Their bitches were out on the floor, tasked with selling skimpy clothing and whorish makeovers to the approved clientele of their faction, the Pirates of Kweia, whose black-skull logo glittered in pins on the men’s lapels. Everything was peaceful for once… until one of the men broke the mood when he glanced over at a monitor, his eyes widened and he damned near spilled his khav as he sat bolt-upright.
“Kovo.” He pointed at a monitor. “You seeing what I’m seeing, bro?”
Kovo frowned, followed Hovak’s pointing finger and did a double-take. “If you’re seeing that a filthy hobo bitch wearing nothing but a sheet of tarpaulin has just walked into our shop, then yes, bro. I’m seeing it. Shall I have the bitches run her off? Brings down the tone, doesn’t it.”
“No, no, look closer. Look what’s in her hand.”
One of their bitches was sauntering over to greet the newcomer, looking uncertain as to just what to do about her. Kovo zoomed the camera in on the naked and bedraggled woman – actually quite lovely if you were into human meat, though what kind of idiot went barefoot in Mos Buutey there was no telling – and he saw it. A silver cylinder in her right hand, clutched like it was her only worldly possession.
“Huh. What is that? A dildo or something?”
“Nahhh, bro. Remember that message came in from old Biggsy early this morning?”
“Yeah.” Kovo’s mouth curled in distaste. Brought up his datapad and scrolled to it: “Title, ‘A Fraternal Kindness to my Brothers in…’” He paused briefly to sound out the next word: “’Skulduggery.’” Snorted. “Pretentious bastard.”
“Yeah, but remember what it said. Something about a prime piece of unclaimed meat on the streets, approach with caution but… remember?”
His curiosity pricked, Kovo opened the message now. His lips moved as he read it haltingly: “ ‘A… royal piece of enter, entertainment has graced our little rock… name of Prin, Princess Krey-Krey, will be dis, disoriented and ill favored… ident, identify by her ahhh, aristocratic looks and she will be carrying…’ “ He paused in disbelief.
Hovak finished for him. “A Juddite laserblade. That’s what it says, right?” At Kovo’s thunderstruck nod, he said: “Now look at that cylinder again. Could be, right?”
“Yeah, bro. Guess it could.” Kovo read the last of the message, clearly invested now: “ ‘App, approach with caution but will make a fine addition to any stable.’ Fuck me.”
At that moment, the bitch on the salesfloor signaled them, speaking into the microphone adeptly concealed in the choker which – aside from her pumps, her slave harness, and the strips of tape on her nipples and over the slit of her shaven cunny – was her only clothing. She was whispering: “Masters. This girl says she’s a Juddite Adept named Princess Krey-Krey of someplace, on assignment from Master… something-or-other. Says Johhi sent her. What should I do?”
The two men sat stunned for a moment. Then Hovak said: “Bro. I do believe our ship has come in.”
“Indeed, bro, indeed.” Kovo mused for a moment, then said: “Go in hard, or start friendly?”
“Start friendly, I think.” And Hovak gave his brother in skulduggery an ugly smile. “She is royalty, after all. Must observe the dignities.”
###
It didn’t take the fiction of Gem still needing to dig into Weebo’s pants long to expire. Suckling a tongue so long that he could dip it down into her throat sharpened her hunger for some real cocksucking. She had yanked his pants down almost manically after that. It didn’t matter how stinky or slimy it was, she had to have it in her mouth. She didn’t even notice the precious twist of paper fluttering onto the floor, the rush of lust demanded other priorities.
Gem had sunk to her knees and worshiped Weebo’s big green dick with both hands and her warm, wet mouth, savoring the redoubtable mixture of jism and sweat, spittle and an anonymous whore’s pussy juices playing over her tastebuds as she corkscrewed both her soft palms up and down that mighty shaft. The nasty gurgling and choking sounds that came out of her as she stuffed her mouth and then her throat with as much prick as she could fit clearly inspired him: before long he grabbed her by the ears and took control of the rhythm.
“NNNGGLLLCKKKKHHH-GLLLCKKHHH-GLLLCKHHHH-GLLCCKHHHH-GLCKKHHHHH...” she gurgled around his rutting prick as he fucked her throat with frantic ferocity, his nuts wetly slapping against her chin as she stuffed all the fingers of both hands she could manage up her dripping cooze. They came together like that, Gem squirting another copious puddle of girl-cum all over his office floor as Weebo wanked slimy streams of his mettle all over her pretty young face and into her hungry mouth, the slut swallowing the jism with delight and licking her lips, already begging him for more.
“That all the cum you’ve got for your little whore Weebo, come on Weebo I thought you were a fuckin’ man are you gonna fuck your little whore Weebo? I’ve been such a bad little bitch I need to get punished and fucked Weebo I’mmmmphhhhh!”
He cut her off mid-babble with a ball-gag he produced from his desk drawer – it did occur to her later to wonder why he kept ball-gags in there – buckling it around her head and ripping off her rags. He splayed her belly-down on the desk-surface, forcing her flexible legs into obscene splits to bring her holes right to the desk’s edge for proper exploitation. She squirmed and mewled around the gag, looking back over her shoulder as saliva started to drip down her chin and somehow keeping up a stream of muffled begging for his dick: “Klllmmphhh gmmm chhhkhhhh Wnnnghhhmphhh… Gmmmhhh lckhhh ckhhhckhhh klllmphhhh MMMHMMMPHHHH!”
Weebo had gone in at her holes like a man possessed. The position he’d forced on her had driven them both wild, making his penetrations extra deep as he rattled the deskframe and hammered another series of projectile squirts out her pussy, and then another, snot dripping from her nose and spittle spraying around her gag as she squealed and sobbed in ecstasy, her whole body jolting with his thrusts and shuddering with seemingly-endless waves of climax.
Now she was close to squirting all over his floor yet again as Weebo stretched out her asshole, his cock ramming rapidly and effortlessly into what in this debased state she thought of as her dirty nasty little bitch ass, Weebo’s long tongue sending extra thrills of delight through he as he used it to trace slimy but sensuous patterns up her spine while he mercilessly plundered her tightest place. The office was full of the sounds of the slapping of flesh against flesh, the rattling and creaking deskframe and the loud squelching and farting noises of her ravaged rectum.
What finally sent her back over the edge was when he contrived to snake his tongue, in a feat heroic even for a Grodian, back down over her buttocks and down past the ass he was swiving, sliding it along her syrupy slit and flickering it with astonishing adeptness around her clit. It set her off like a rocket: “NGGGGHHHH GHHHHGGGHHH MMMMCHHHMMMNGGHHHH WWHHHHCKKHHHH NNNGHHHCKKKHHNGGGG CHHHHMMMNGGGGHHHH CHHHHHHMMMNNNNGHHHHHH!”
She mewled and squealed like the damned as her girl-cum sprayed everywhere, and before long Weebo hammered furiously to his crisis point and pumped another boiling load of jism up her gaping ass. She shuddered with a whole-body thrill of filthy delight, twitching underneath him and moaning through her nose, her face an utter mess of tears, sweat, snot, spit and jism as the aftershocks of climax echoed through her.
They stayed still after that, just trembling in the sweet afterglow of passion for a while as he unbuckled the gag and let her curl up on the desk to rest a bit. He staggered over and subsided into his office chair in exhaustion as Gem drew in normal breaths with undeniable relief, and as her mind spun down from the dizzying heights of cock-worship she wiped at her face, looked down at herself and realized: Fuck. I’m a mess. I am so, so incredibly busted. “No getting fucked,” indeed. The girls are gonna be furious.
Then there came a jolt of alarm as the last tides of lust pulled back and reality came washing in. Gem suddenly thought: Oh FUCK. What… where… the paper. The… the information!
She hopped down from the desk… and something splashed out from her feet. Suddenly she had cause to contemplate just how much squirt she had deposited on the very same floor where the paper would have fallen. Looking around frantically, she spotted it… and grimaced. Reached down and picked it up. It was soaked. She’d just have to hope it wasn’t totally ruined.
“Fuck.” And as she heard the unmistakable wheeze of Grodian laughter coming from her erstwhile paramour, she glared over at him. “Not funny, Weebo. Not fucking funny, man.”
###
Weebo declined to write another note for her: far as he was concerned it was a Gem problem at this point. The asshole. But he was at least chivalrous enough to dig out a towel and help Gem wipe the worst of the various fluids off. There was no hiding that she’d just been fucked, in no small part because even her makeshift modesty-rags had gotten damaged beyond repair by Weebo’s eagerness, but at least she wouldn’t look like a complete basket-case when she went out to face the music.
As it turned out, she needn’t have worried. Stepping out of the office, she looked out into the lobby and saw no sign of her friends. But she could hear unmistakable sounds coming from the tattoo parlor in the back. Ohhh, crap.
She wandered back discreetly, but there was no way to look “discreetly” in on the scene she found. Weebo’s brothers, Klaanko and Pheep, were getting their freak on with her friends and no mistake.
The girls were each sprawled out on a tattoo chair, both of which were creaking loudly under the writhing and heaving atop them. Jessa had big, brawny Klaanko beneath her, her feet propped on his powerful thighs as she shoved her ass frantically down on the wet dick he was thrusting hard up to meet her, her face a mask of passion under the load of thick spunk that had already been plastered all over pretty face.
Klaanko was making full use of the Grodian tongue, too: snaking it down like a serpent over her diminutive torso and plugging it into her dripping cunt as he maneuvered its full length across her flesh, using it to caress her tiny titties and stimulate her nipples and her clit as he coated her whole torso in slimy spit. He had Jessa in her own patented mad-babbling zone as she built toward a mind-blowing climax:
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck you fuckin bastard it feels so fuckin good in my ass so deep in my fuckin’ ass while you… ohhh ughhh ughhh ughhh fucking slobber all over me with that nasty tongue and FUCK my pussy with it YEAHHH FUCK it while you FUCK my little BITCH ASS with your BIG DICK ughhh ughhh UGHHH OHHHH FUCK it feels fuckin’… FFFFUUCKK UGGHHH UGHHH UGHHH YOU DIRTY FUCKIN’ BASTARD OHHHH MY FFFUCKKK… UUHHUGHHHHHH FUUUUCKKK THAT AAAASSSSS…”
Isi, meanwhile, was ass up and clinging with one arm to the back of a chair like she was holding a spar of driftwood in a torrent. Pheep was crouched athletically over her, butt-fucking her for all he was worth as he held and controlled her by those exotic little head-tails that men seemed to enjoy so much, her head craned back and her mouth and throat stuffed full of that agile Grodian tongue as she frantically plunged her fingers into her dripping cooze, pumping them into a mass of bubbling spunk that had already been dumped into her. Isi’s eyes were rolled back in her head, almost in a swoon as the sexual sensations overwhelmed her and her muffled mewls came out around that plundering tongue, her spittle mingling with the Grodian’s to slop down her chin and all over her magnificent jiggling breasts: “NNNNGGHHHHHH! MMMMHLLLMPHHHH NGGHHHHHH NGHHH NGHHH NGHHH MLHHMPHHH HLMMPHHH HMMMPHHHHHH!”
Gem was frozen, watching the spectacle and reluctantly feeling the erotic heat reigniting in her own body, when she felt the muscular body of Weebo come up behind her and wrap her in his arms. A deep shiver went through her as she felt his cock against the small of her back, still wet with the juices of their exertions and somehow hardening yet again.
Oh shit… she thought as he whispered in her ear: “Ree hotsa sa nobata?”
“Uhhh… nnnoo…” Gem whimpered, but her mind said: Yes. Very hot.
“Una nobata stupa je,” he chided her, his strong hands playing with her titties and making her arch against him, a little moan escaping her lips. “Uba naga bolla hoomah.”
Yes… yes I want to join them… but… got to stop this… can’t let ourselves get…
The scene in the parlor was driving to a climax. Four of them, actually, as Weebo’s brothers powered home in their lovers’ assholes and began to pump them full of spunk and Isi and Jessa went simultaneously over the edge, their cries and moans rising to a fever pitch as their bodies shuddered with waves of climactic ecstasy. Weebo’s agile tongue was snaking down Gem’s back, his cock a hard wet cudgel pressed against her as his hands mauled her little tits more and more aggressively, and she could feel her wetness rise, the rush of lust beginning again.
But she closed her eyes, bit her lip almost hard enough to draw blood, and stepped determinedly out of his grasp. She walked into the room and said brightly: “Uh… hey everyone! Sorry to interrupt, but me and the girls have to go now! All done here! Uhhh, bye guys!”
###
Outside, a few minutes later as the Grodians reluctantly relinquished them, Jessa and Isi looked at least marginally refreshed: Weebo’s brothers, like him, were civilized enough to let them spend some time cleaning up. Weebo came, admittedly, very near to getting back into Gem’s asshole several more times during the wait, but she was feeling good about this much, she didn’t cave again.
“Well,” said Gem. “I’m, uhhh… glad to see at least I’m not the only one struggling with the ‘no getting fucked’ rule.”
“Not meaning to blame you for our actions, Tanni,” Isi said quietly. “But it admittedly didn’t very much help our self control when we could hear you and Weebo having rough sex in the office.”
“I guess we’ll have to call it a work in progress,” Jessa grimaced ruefully. She put a hand on Gem’s shoulder, said: “Let’s adjust. No getting fucked from now.”
“Right. No getting fucked, starting right now.” Gem agreed with a hearty nod. She looked around at all of them. Noted that they were essentially all naked but for their boots now, neither her and Jessa’s rags nor Isi’s wee bikini had survived the amorous attentions of the Three Brothers. “We have got to do something about the clothing situation.”
“Well, that’s our next stop, right? You did get the info.”
Jessa’s prompting reminded her about the crumpled note in her hand. Gemma opened it, looked at it. “Uhhh… sort of. Weebo wrote it here but it went through… kind of a lot.”
Isi looked concerned. “It will be readable, yes?”
Gem was about to try to reassure her when Jessa said flatly: “Look at that person running toward us.”
“What?” Gem followed Jessa’s pointing finger. “What the—”
The trio stared in disbelief at the figure of what appeared to be a slender, pale-skinned girl pelting toward them at full tilt. She was sprinting faster than Gem had ever seen a person sprint, as a matter of fact, it was as if they were seeing an image that had been artificially sped up somehow. One moment she was in the distance, the next she was running up to them, flushed with exertion.
As she skidded to a halt in front of them, Gem caught a rapid riot of swift impressions. The girl was pale and pretty, slender and small-breasted, about an inch shorter than Isi and utterly starkers, even her feet were bare. She had brown hair gathered back in an elaborate three-bun coiffure that it was straggling out of. She was wearing bright turquoise eyeshadow, smeared red lipstick, had streaks of dark mascara running down her cheeks and what looked to be fresh loads of cum dripping down her inner thighs and from her chin. Her dark green eyes were wild… but also weirdly hyper-focused, like she was running on adrenaline or some other kind of stimulant.
She was carrying a clothes shopping bag in one hand and a metallic cylinder in the other. She shoved the bag at Gem and said, extremely rapid-fire: “Tanni Gem? Nice to finally meet you. I brought us some clothes, they’re stolen. No time to explain. My name is Princess Krey-Krey and I’m here to help. We should get out of here now; I’ve just killed a bunch of pirates.”
THE END, FOR NOW… but Tanni Gem and all her pervy friends and enemies will be back in EPISODE V: THE CUMMING STORM.
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 / ISI
Riley Reid as PRINCESS KREY-KREY
Lexington Steele as GARIM BIGGS
Xander Corvus as WEEBO
Kieran Lee as KLAANKO
Bruce Venture as PHEEP
Larry Ward as THE VOICE OF WEEBO
Amy Allen as JOHHISE / JOHHI
Martine McCutcheon as THE VOICE OF JOHHISE
Prince Yahshua as HOVAK
Rico Strong as KOVO
Temuera Morrison as THE VOICE OF HOVAK
Cliff Curtis as THE VOICE OF KOVO
Gina Gerson as TEMPLE OF KWEIA SALESBITCH
James Deen as GUILD CENTER SECURITY GUARD
The producers wish to thank the creators on https://lingojam.com/ whose various Huttese translators helped provide the snatches of “F’ukkese” seen in 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.
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