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. This episode is a bit darker and more violent than previous outings. 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 V: THE CUMMING STORM

Times are darker than usual on the pirates’ planet of Metooine.

Lies and treachery hold sway at the grimy port of Mos Buutey. The dread slave ship THE RAVAGER stalks the stars.

Tanni Gem and her slutty friends are on a quest to fight these evils and rescue the slavers’ victims, but their own and others’ lusts await them at every turn. The horny PRINCESS KREY-KREY now offers to help them… but is she just more trouble?   

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Jessa Zaar was saying even as she worked to hotwire the land speeder. “What the fuck do you mean you ‘just killed a bunch of pirates’? What pirates? How do you know Tanni?”

The strange naked girl who had just cut the roof off the landspeeder with a laserblade to give her access and who was now pacing manically a few feet away now replied to her, point by point, in rapid succession: “It’s probably good that you have a bad feeling. Bad situation overall, and also this one right now.” Pacing, pacing forward, checking the streets. “I think it was probably thirteen pirates? Bit of a blur if I’m honest. Maybe fourteen. Not sure which.” Pacing, pacing back, checking the speeder. “Long story about knowing Gem but I promise I’ll tell you when we have time.” Pacing, pacing forward, checking the streets. “I’ve seen you too, by the way. It’s nice to meet you, I do mean that. Sincerely.” Pacing, pacing back, checking the speeder. “ So. How’s that coming? Don’t mean to rush you. Just time sensitive.”

“Fuck, gimme a break here, Princess,” Jessa said. “Haven’t done this since I was twelve. Partly because stealing speeders around here is a super-touchy thing, it can get you shot, by the way. I’m going as fast as I can.”

“Getting shot, no problem. Go to the source, deflect them, all about reaching out with your intuition.” Pacing, pacing forward, checking the streets. “Unless it’s wide beam, because you can’t deflect wide beam. An Adept would remember that. I will remember that.” Pacing, pacing backward, checking the speeder. A brief moment of considering saying something, intake of breath. Deciding against it. Exhale. Pacing, pacing forward, checking the streets.

This is weird, Jessa thought as she continued to struggle with the wiring. And unsettling. Fuck, it really has been a while…

The chattering laserblade-wielder was the same strange naked girl who sprinted up to Gem and her friends with unnatural speed a few minutes before, carrying a bag of clothing just at the moment they most needed it… along with an offer of help and an admission of mayhem. It was one of the strangest things Jessa had ever seen, in a life that didn’t lack for comparison.

A nonplussed Gem and their Tri’Lik friend and client Isi had nevertheless gratefully accepted the offered clothing. They all needed it: the boots and remnant wisps of a fishnet body stocking that were Jessa’s only clothing right now were indicative of where the whole group had wound up. The pair were off in a nearby alley now, trying things on, Gem tasked to bring some items back for Jessa since the bounty hunting partners were the same size.

This ‘Princess Krey-Krey’ herself was even more naked than any of them, lacking even footwear. Like Gem she was pale and petite and small-breasted, maybe a couple inches taller than her and Jessa. Her aquiline features and triple-bun hairdo suggested aristocracy. The disheveled state of that hairdo, along with her smeared, whorish makeup and the cum dripping from her chin and leaking from her nether holes suggested otherwise.

She was also clearly wired. Pacing, constantly monitoring the nearest street. It was like something was consuming her from within, and Jessa had some ideas: drugs were one thing she knew a lot about. Fiending for cock was another. Sometimes one led to the other, sometimes one was strong enough that you didn’t need the other. She wondered which it was with Krey-Krey.

And what is she doing with a weapon like that? Jessa had grown up around heavily armed gangs and pirates. She’d never seen anything like it, and wasn’t sure she was one hundred on trusting someone in this state with one. Though she’d handled chopping open the speeder handily enough, it was true.

“Ah.” The Princess reported abruptly. “Here come your friends. I don’t suppose…”

She was profoundly relieved that the wires made contact in that moment. The landspeeder started, its engines flaring to life. “We’re good. Hop in the back, Princess.” Jessa’s cute dark pigtails bounced as she turned to check out the incoming Gem and Isi. Huh… well I guess that is more than we’re wearing right now… technically…

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Gem took the wheel of their “borrowed” landspeeder and took off at serious speed, her ever-messy brown bob of hair tousled by the wind. Something about their strange visitor’s wired anxiety was infectious. As she drove she handed a couple of the choices she’d settled on for Jessa over to her besite, who’d clambered into passenger seat: “Hey, Jess. Sorry, that’s about as good as it gets.”

“Hey, I trust you,” said Jessa. “Do we have our next destination?”

“Yeah, Isi and I have a good guess. Get changed and maybe you can help navigate?”

“You know it.”

“Here you go, Princess Krey-Krey,” was the polite greeting from Isi’duzit, their busty red-skinned Tri’Lik friend, who had jumped into the back on takeoff and was handing some possible clothing choices over to the laserblade-wielding stranger, along with a small kerchief they’d decided to provide her by way of tacit suggestion since she was still leaking cum. Krey-Krey, to her credit, seemed to get it immediately and went to work on herself with the kerchief first without hesitation, albeit noticeably gingerly as if she was afraid of what too much contact with certain parts of her pussy in particular would do… and also shoulder-checking every thirty seconds – almost on the dot – as if fearful of being followed.

What the fuck happened to her? Gem wondered. Where did she come from? What does she mean she’s “here to help”? How does she know us? She was bursting with questions. But they were on a schedule, and Krey-Krey was noticeably fragile, as if on the edge of a breakdown. The stranger would tell them in her own time. Also, where did she steal these clothes from? Clearly it had to have been a place that catered to strippers and whores, which was fine, but the selections on offer had been awfully skimpy. Really they were just barely adequate for being not totally naked for a bit.

Gem had discarded the last, useless shreds of her body stocking, as Jessa was doing right now, and opted for something that reminded her of her dancing days: a metallic blue latex crop top (so small it was virtually a bra) and a matching set of hotpants that were ultra-tight but were at least coverage for her shaven pussy. The blue at least roughly matched the blue of her eyes, she figured, and there were some platform pumps in the bag that fit her and were at least the same shade. She had felt vaguely ridiculous going around in working boots with virtually no other clothing, as she’d had to do the past couple of days: if she couldn’t be utilitarian, at least she could feel cute. There would be real working clothes at their next stop.

Jessa was currently struggling into a matching outfit in green, which Gem had suspected she might prefer: it went nicely with her light caramel skin and her green eyes. The outfit didn’t offer much in the way of coverage for the crude, explicit tattoos that decorated much of her body and called her degrading names and told people to debase her: but none of the other choices did either. At least the little booty shorts partly covered up the explicit red arrows that been inked on her to point to her ass and pussy as targets. It was something.

Isi, who was slender like the rest of them but sported proud C-cup breasts and intricate tribal tats at her hips and collarbone, seemed the least concerned about how revealing anything was. Perhaps growing up in the now-lost brothel the Pink Palace – whose “sisters” had vanished into The Ravager’s holds – had inured her to such concerns. She had opted for a sheer black mesh slingshot thong that really didn’t conceal much, but at least went with the thigh-high stiletto heeled hooker boots that she clearly had no intention of discarding.

As for Princess Krey-Krey, insofar as dignified choices were on offer, they had tried to pick some, but for now she didn’t seem interested in dressing at all beyond pulling on a pair of pumps. She was in the process of asking Isi if there were any automated make-up kits in the bag: and when Isi checked and said yes, she eagerly asked for one as she began wiping off her smeared red lipstick and ruined mascara.

“Okay,” said Jessa. “All changed and ready.”

“Right, partner,” Gem said, jerking out of her partial reverie. “What we’ve got for the next destination is: GRYZZUY. Ring any bells?”

Jessa blinked. “That’s all Weebo told you?”

“That’s… the part that was readable, after certain things happened.” Gem felt herself blush deeply. The certain things had been quite intense, but messy.

“Ah.” Jessa nodded understanding. “I get you. Well… I seem to remember some of the weapons nuts around the clubs when we danced talked about getting their gear from a dude named Gryzz. Same guy, maybe? His place was supposed to be on the north side. Near a power station.”

“Then let’s head for it.”

As Gem said it, Princess Krey-Krey – a fresh coat of whorish makeup now in place thanks to the auto-applier – suddenly piped up from the backseat. “Oh by the way? One of the things I came to help with was telling you that missions are a bad idea? For you, right now, anyway. It’s to do with the Source. Partly. Except I’m not… I can’t quite make the case right now because there are still some pieces to put together and also I’m not sure you would believe me right now. But I can tell you about the pirates. Would that help? Because I could also use some help understanding what’s happening to me like right this minute. Because I’m not normally like this. Does that sound helpful? Okay, here we go…”

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(The Princess launched into her story without further ado. This was how Gem remembered the telling.)

“So, okay, I came to this planet for some reasons I’ll talk about later. But one of them was that I was having visions. You guys were in some of the visions, that’s why I knew who Tanni was, by the way. Anyway, the visions were really what a lot of people would call like violent and pornographic and filthy? And I wasn’t supposed to be seeing things like that through the Source, not if I was doing my studies right, because I was in, like, it’s not exactly a monastic order but it’s pretty close, or I was training to be in it anyway. Training wasn’t going well, is my point, because Sex Visions. So, it all really got in my head and I was masturbating like a lot and then I did some weird sex stuff I shouldn’t have done with another student and I lost my virginity, and also in some of the visions I saw even more fucked up shit that went beyond sex that might be about the future of the galaxy. And also, I saw a vision I’ve never told anyone about that might have involved me maybe destroying the whole order if I didn’t leave. Possibly. I was afraid to ask anyone about that one, to be totally honest, you’re actually literally the only people I’ve ever told about that.

“So I asked my Master permission to come here and find the truth, but he said no because my training wasn’t going very well, like I said earlier, and anyway he couldn’t spare someone to go with me and we’re definitely not supposed to run off alone. For reasons I pretty much get, now. But the visions were really fucking with my head, especially the one I never told anyone about, so I came anyway. He doesn’t know I’m here, I don’t think. They don’t, none of the order, I’m pretty sure. They might think I just went home. I don’t know. I should’ve messaged my mother, come to think of it. Drat. Put a pin in that. Anyway.

“Hm. I just said fucking with my head. Possibly relevant fact, I didn’t curse until really recently.

“Anyway. When I came here I saw someone do something bad to… uhhh, someone… and I tried to punish him for it, because that’s what my order is supposed to do. I’m not a full member yet, it’s called being an Adept. Not a full Adept yet. Possibly never will be, I don’t think my relationship is with the correct Half of the Source. Point being, I tried to punish him, and did I mention my training didn’t go well? So, neither did this. He knocked me out and then he fondled me and then he… did some fucked-up sex things to me that I can’t go into detail about because I want to make it to the end of this story without masturbating, and yeah. That’s a whole other thing. That’s before what just happened to me, I think what you’re seeing now is maybe some kind of drug? That wasn’t this, just for clarification.

“But basically he defeated me and stripped me naked and fondled me and mocked me and fucked the absolute shit out of me and said all kinds of fucked up things to me until was unconscious. And it was kind of like the visions, which was problematic because I got really turned on while it was happening and I wound up cumming on his cock like over and over and over again and begging him to do things to me, and I mean begging hard, like... Fuck, I wasn’t going into details. My pussy‘s getting… fuck. Moving on.

“So. He left me naked and unconscious in a public place with nothing but my laserblade which had been totally useless against him and I don’t even think he’s a Source user, so that’s pathetic, right? Don’t answer that. Like I find my mind thinking that would only happen to a stupid little slut who deserves to be fucked into submission and I don’t even know if that thought is coming from me. So I’m not going to say I think that. Just the thought turns up in my head, you know? Fuck. I wasn’t going into details.

”Point being security found me and threw me out in the streets like that and I was naked and alone and basically feeling like a complete failure.

“So I found a sheet of tarpaulin somewhere and wrapped it around myself and since all my other stuff got stolen while I was unconscious, that tarp and my laserblade were literally my only possessions. Pretty much fucks with your head if you were raised a Princess, I can tell you that much, people only notice you to throw coins at you or tell you to fuck off. Makes you feel like a really, worthless, stupid… fuck there it goes again. I really do have a theory about that.

“Wow, I’m saying fuck a lot, it’s really liberating.

“And so I was in kind of a vulnerable place and I ran into this whore, is it okay to say whore? I’m going to say whore. I ran into this whore named Johhise who was one of the few people who would even talk to me and the only person who was remotely nice to me. She told me that if I needed help I should go see Hovak and Kovo at the Temple of Kweia. And I was just almost in tears of gratitude and I went there.

“And it was a little off from the first moment, I felt it. But I was just so desperate I didn’t let myself see it. It was supposed to look like a fashion center where they do makeup and sell clothes, except everything in it was clearly for whores. It’s where the clothes I stole came from, which is why they’re like that. And the sales girl who walked over to me, she was really slender and teeny and pretty like Gem and like Jessa, but she was dressed in this harness outfit designed to give easy access to her breasts and pussy. They covered her nipples and her slit with tape, but still, it was weird. And I told her who I was, sort of, I embellished my official status a little bit. And told her Johhise sent me. And she looked really uncertain and told me to wait.

“Then she walked away from me and I heard her whispering to someone, probably into a hidden mic. And a moment later these two guys appeared. Pretty rough-looking, I think from the Kwiikweg species. You know, leathery skin, kind of bald but they have these dreads at the back which I think are traditional. Warrior species kind of bearing, like these guys had it, with these piercing dark eyes that look right through you and these rugged muscular frames, they were big guys and just really casually dominant, you could just see it, and the first thing I though when I saw them was what it would be like to have one of them slap me around and just treat me like I fucking need to be treated, like I deserve for being such a stupid worthless dumb slut and a failure who’s only… only good for taking cock… big hard fucking cock in my…

“Fuck… uhhh, sorry…

“I’m losing my train of thought, did I think that then? Am I thinking it now? Is that me? It’s like nothing’s even fucking real anymore, I can’t, it’s kind of blurring together, fuck my pussy’s wet I’m so fucking wet right now, but I’m finishing the story… finishing the story. If I try to touch myself don’t let me touch myself, okay? Okay.

“Two guys. Pretty rough-looking. They were wearing leather suits with these little black-skull lapel pins and they seemed friendly at first. ‘Always good to meet a friend of Johhi’s,’ that sort of thing. ‘Can we get you some tea. You look like you can use a friendly face.’ These were Hovak and Kovo. And I was really wowed because they were actually kind of hot and made me think bad things and I wanted to be around them and for them to like me and be sweet to me when they weren’t being other things to me. Like, I’m pretty sure the purpose in sending me there was to turn me out and make me a whore like the bitch who greeted me. And I’m saying bitch because my first hint of what was really in store was in the middle of having a nice normal conversation with me, Kovo asked if I needed a shower or anything and when I said ‘That would be so lovely, Mr. Kovo,’ he casually called this girl over by saying: ‘Bitch, get over here,’ and the way he said it should have frightened me but it made me almost cum all over my chair right there, it’s still kind of hot thinking about the way she obeyed him, like really frightened because she knew she’d get punished if she wasn’t a good girl for her daddy and I mean, who wouldn’t want to please her daddy… because good girls get really wet pussies and lots of orgasms from letting their daddies fucking use them any way they fucking want because that’s what dumb filthy bitches are for…

(This digression ended in a long, shuddering, pregnant pause during with Krey-Krey seemed to be doing some kind of breathing exercise and had her hands balled into fists as if keeping from touching herself by force of will. Isi asked if she was okay several times before she opened her eyes and continued.)

“Sorry. I’m okay. This thing just… ambushes you.

“So as you can tell, if their purpose was to turn me out and make me a whore, I was there. Perfect target. Like, I was right there for it. It would have worked like a charm except they made a mistake, which is that they put a drug in my tea. I don’t know which one, but I’m on it right now, this happened like just over an hour ago. And I was messed up in the head before but it was cake to this because it makes me feel like I’m burning up inside and I just need to fuck or fight or fucking anything just to let it out, and that’s what happened, and I think I made a connection with the Dark Half of the Source.

“But that’s getting ahead. So Kovo told his bitch to help me with anything I needed, and he gave me this meaningful look on the word anything and… and I…

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I can’t. I have to rub one out. Just a moment, okay? Just let me… let me just play with my little pussy like I would for my Mister... just to make him want to fuck me and use me like his little cocksleeve until he’s satisfied…”

(Krey-Krey went into a breathy baby-girl voice at this point and trash-talked herself through a fast and furious finger-fuck that led to her squealing and squirting copiously all over the back of the passenger seat. By this point the other girls were wondering if they should let her continue, but it wasn’t long before the Princess calmed down enough to resume.)

“Okay. Sorry. Uhhh, hope I didn’t splash you there, Jessa.” (She had.) “Other data point: never been a squirter before. Totally new.

“So the girl they assigned to me, the same one who’d greeted me. She took me in hand and got me a shower and took me to have someone style my hair, which at that point was even worse than this is now. And they gave me this really whorish make up job which I loved and they started talking to me about sex. Three of these girls by this point. And by this point I was feeling the effects of the drug, which, one is hyper-arousal. And so the sex talk started in because they were warming me up for Hovak and Kovo to come in and have some fun taming me. Except I just lost it, because with everything else that had happened to me hyper-arousal is my normal condition anyway, this was a step beyond.

“I went berserk, made out with all three girls and did my best to get them to abuse me, which actually really scared them because I think only the guys are allowed to do dominance work in that place and they didn’t want to get caught. And sure enough, Hovak came in and caught us and hauled the girls away and then came in and yelled at me for my abusing their hospitality. Which… you don’t have to imagine the effect that had on me at this point, you can see it dripping down the seat in front of me. He didn’t realize he had no need to tame me, I was already pre-tamed, and I threw myself on his mercy and said all the kinds of things… well, you’ve probably heard me say, I don’t always know what I’m saying but, you know.

“Other things happened. Not going into details, but they were with Hovak and Kovo. But while we were in the middle of the other things, I got to this erotic place that was somewhere I had never been before, and somehow, don’t tell me how, I know I touched the Dark Half of the Source. Used it. Accessed powers I never had before.

“Like, one of the things I had wanted to do was to try to track you guys through the Source, because I still wanted to meet you and help you and try to understand what’s happening to all of us. Because it’s all of us, you see? And suddenly I could. I saw this vivid vision of you coming out of the building where I found you, and I knew I had to go to you. It was literally the only thing that could have made me try to stop Hovak and Kovo from doing anything they wanted to me. And so I tried to stop them then, and they of course didn’t understand and tried to stop me from stopping them. So I summoned my laserblade and beheaded both of them.

“You’re not supposed to go for beheading as option number one in my order, by the way. That’s why, doubts about being able to go back.

“Anyway, Hovak and Kovo had a security force in the wings. Their bosses went down, they came storming out, and I may not be a master with a laserblade, but these guys are obviously not top-drawer talent. There are just a lot of them and they’re big, which doesn’t make much difference against a laserblade and Source powers. And I was finding other things I could do that I hadn’t before. Like I could lift people and throw them around. I could run faster than the eye could see, like you sort of saw me do. I used those powers and my laserblade until there were no security left and everyone else ran. And that’s when I stole some clothes because my vision had showed me you were all naked, and I ran to come see you. And now we’re here.

“But I mean… how that happened or why? What’s going on with the Source here? I just don’t know. I just know I have to get this drug out of my system, I know I have to persuade you that in you’re in even more danger than you think, that what’s fucking with us isn’t natural. I know have to protect you if I can even if you won’t listen.

“And I know… that I can still feel Hovak and Kovo’s cocks inside me. I didn’t want to kill them. Don’t you understand? They just made a mistake. Everyone can make mistakes, right? But I mean, they were… being very good to me, to this part of me… Like, do you know how good it felt? They were doing everything I needed everything I wanted even if I shouldn’t want it, you know, they were abusing me and slapping me and spitting in my mouth and fish-hooking me and deep-dicking my fucking holes… they were saying fucked-up things to me like how they wished they could go back in time to castrate my father so that he never inflicted a worthless daughter like me on the world who had to be broken and tamed and fucked to be of any use to anyone… they made me yell “this is all I am!” anytime they dumped a load of cum in my worthless little fucking whoreholes just like my mister did and it was fucking good it was sooooo fucking good to have those big dicks dominate me and pound me and teach me my fucking place it was fucking GOOD it was FUCKING good it was SO FUCKING GOOD to be USED LIKE THE FUCKING BITCH I AM and I want those FUCKING COCKS AGAIN goddamn I need FUCKING COCK and LOTS OF IT! FFFUUUUCKKKK! THIS IS ALL I AM! THIS IS ALL I FUCKING AM! AIIEEEEEE!”

(At this point Krey-Krey had a caterwauling meltdown and attacked her own pussy again, this time with far greater ferocity as she shrieked her sluthood to the heavens and thrashed around until the girls became concerned she might hurt herself. They had to stop the speeder and try to at least hold her down, and she hosed everyone down with girl-cum several times before she passed out.)

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They were a couple minutes shy of destination point when Gem had to stop the speeder. As they watched Krey-Krey subside into a swoon, everyone was thunderstruck. Jessa had a hand clapped over her mouth, there were tears on Isi’s face, Gem was pretty sure she was dead-white. It took a long moment for anyone to break the silence, when Jessa said: “Holy shit…”

Gem could only say, weakly. “Yeah. That’s… something.”

“It’s terrifying,” said Isi. “Do you understand, either of you, some of what she’s describing there? When she talks about her order, the Source, her Master?” When they looked blank she said: “She was training to be a Juddite. You know, those mystic warriors who fought the Imperium? That’s why she has a laserblade. The Master she’s talking about is Chet Starfokker, from the New Temple. An order dedicated to powerful mental discipline, uprightness, justice… something or someone took one of them and created this. And in not much time, either.”

“I never knew much about Juddites,” Jessa said. “But this is legit the only person I’ve ever met who’s more fucked up than me and Gem, meaning no diss on my sister from another mister here.” As Gem nodded ruefully, she added: “I also do know something about drugs. To get psychologically broken and lose everything you have literally overnight would test anyone on its own, and most of us aren’t as strong as Isi. For that to happen and then you get betrayed and drugged with what can only be sexstim – which feels exactly the way she described – and then you get broken again under that heightened stimulation, second time in two days? She might really be like… gone.”

“Or she might really need our help,” Gem added. “Partly gone but trying to fight her way back is what she sounded like to me. And she might know things we don’t know. Some of what she said, about this being ‘all of us’? That it’s something unnatural? What if it’s… true? I’m not even sure how I’d feel, learning that.”

“I don’t know.” Isi sounded dubious. “Most of that was disjointed babbling. She talked like she was coming unmoored from reality. I think Jessa may have a point.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t know what to think when she showed up calling herself Princess, but I feel for her, I do,” said Jessa. “But if this isn’t trouble, I don’t know what is, Gem. Forget about being terrifying to do this to a Juddite, I mean, I wouldn’t know? But anyone who could just snap and go berserk like that is terrifying. Someone who can snap and kill fourteen people doing it is way more so.”

“But we are speaking of going after The Ravager,” Isi put in quietly. “We are not an impressive strikeforce thus far, you have to admit. We can’t throw away help of any kind.”

“Help that could turn against us as easily as anyone?”

“I see your point, Jess. Both of  you.” And Gem really did. That meltdown had been frightening. But: “We can at least try to find something to counter the drug. Maybe Gryzz will have something. It’s perfectly possible that she’ll stabilize with that solved. Be a nice, normal person like us.” They all gave little laughs at that. “After we’ve helped her with that, then we decide. Okay?”

The others nodded, Isi first, Jessa more reluctantly. Gem took a deep breath.

“Okay. We have to get going. I think… someone had better stay here with her when we buy the gear. For trying it out on the training range maybe we rotate through it so someone’s always with her.”

Isi didn’t hesitate. “I’ll be first.”

“Thanks, Isi. Whew. Fuck. Okay, let’s go.”

And as the speeder went back into motion, Gem tamped something else down deep about her response to the Princess. That every time Krey-Krey had begun to debase herself… she felt it pluck the deepest chords of desire she knew. She was wet right now, and not just from being splashed by Princess squirt. As they drove on and she exchanged a silent communion with Jessa, she knew already it was the same for her. The really terrifying thing about Krey-Krey was that she resonated far too exactly with something they’d both lived with a long time. Maybe even with Isi, too, who had certainly not been shy about getting in on the sluttiness when she joined up with the girls.

What’s the common thread between all of us? Could a sane version of the Princess really find it? Gem found her mind dwelling on the question more and more.

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The likeliest candidate for a place owned by someone called “Gryzz” or “Gryzzuy,” Jessa had guessed, was a nondescript place called Triple-G Emporium near the power station in Mos Buutey’s northside. It was in an otherwise blasted post-industrial wasteland of a neighborhood, which made sense for an operation lying low: not too many neighbors.

There were a few landspeeders parked outside the Triple-G, and they were careful to park their stolen unit far enough away from the shop and other speeders to avoid anyone recognizing it. Not to mention that if this proved not to be the place, their extremely distinctive group would not have been seen riding up and parking. And not least to minimize the impact if the Princess should have another… episode.

Isi fished the credstick with her remaining life savings on it out of her left boot. Gem gave her a solemn nod as she took it and tucked it into her tight little top. Trust us. Not that they’d given her much reason to believe so far, but she’d stuck with them anyway. Gem and Jessa nodded at each other, pulled their skimpy latex hotpants outfits into place as best they could, and headed out.

The walk across the lot was a long one in platform heel pumps, but they had pretty solid experience of long walks in stripper footwear. Neither of them broke a sweat until the doors of the Triple-G Emporium opened and they stepped inside.

The place wasn’t large, but there were more people here than the cars outside suggested, enough to suggest there was another route in. And if the Bounty Hunters’ Guild center downtown was surprising in its glamor – and to most first-timers it was – this was much more on pace with where bounty hunters and soldiers of fortune usually hung out. It was cluttered and confusing, with racks of gear, clothing and armor everywhere, and some extremely rough-looking characters of various species browsing them. It was down-at-heel, with a bad, moldy smell hanging in the air and peeling paint on the walls.

Like most of Mos Buutey’s underworld, the customers were overwhelmingly male. Gem could feel her skin prickle as eyes moved over her nubile, barely-clad form like heatlamps. She could see Jessa unconsciously wrapping her arms around herself, could see people reading those crude tattoos and smirking. Better make this quick.

There was certainly no mistaking who Gryzzuy was. An immense, shaggy Muukkie with black fur, he loomed over a counter in the heart of the store. Beside him was a shiny protocol droid. The Muukkie gave a yowl and gestured them over, and the droid said in a posh, rich baritone voice: “Welcome, newcomers! His Excellency Gryzzuy welcomes you to Gryzzuy’s Gear and Gunnery! Always a pleasure to see new faces, come in!”

Gem and Jessa looked at each other with misgivings. The greeting seemed much too friendly for the setting. But this was the plan. They shared a nod, set their slender young shoulders and forged ahead.

###

Isi’duzit watched the Princess’ unconscious form with sadness in her hazel eyes. Her story had been equal parts troubling and heartbreaking. She hoped they’d be able to find something to purge the drug that was ravaging her. Isi had certainly learned about hardship and what she was made of in the last few days, but Krey-Krey was dealing with things she couldn’t imagine.

Feeling a surge of compassion for their strange visitor, she reached out on impulse and stroked one of those smooth, proud cheekbones. And the Princess’ eyes flickered open, dark green and clear and alert and shining with mania.

“Alone at last.” Krey-Krey licked her lips lasciviously. “I was hoping it’d be you who’d stay with me, Isi, it’s really cool that it’s you.”

Isi froze. “Uh… Princess. Are you… feeling better?”

“I’m feeling fucking great.” The Princess twisted her head to the side, caught that stroking finger in her mouth and suckled it, twirling her tongue seductively around it. “Mmmphhh. I’ve wanted to get naughty with you. I saw you in my visions, you know. Do you know that?”

Isi drew her hand back uncomfortably. “Princess, I’m not sure I… want to talk about that with you.”

“Ohhh, c’mon, you must be a little curious.” Krey-Krey put out a  hand to stroke Isi’s smooth flank as the other took her laserblade handle in hand and began to trace its handle down her own smooth stomach… down toward her dripping cunt. “I saw the filthiest, nastiest things, Isi. You’re way nastier than those other two, you know that? Because I do. I’ve seen it. The Source doesn’t lie, not even its Dark Half.”

“Princess, I… please.” Isi pushed her hand away, her heart hammering. And admittedly, her nipples stiffening. She was by no means immune to Krey-Krey’s allure, heightened by the fires of the drug and her inner conflicts to a truly fever pitch. The Princess was writhing suggestively now, the handle of that laserblade moving lower… lower. But the undertones of her behavior were too disturbing. “I want to help you. But don’t… we don’t have to give into all this. We can be… friends to each other.”

“Friends like you are with Jessa?”

Isi felt like she must’ve suddenly looked guilty, she had had a roll in the hay with Jessa the night before. Just stress relief, nothing deeply meaningful… but Krey-Krey giggled with a knowing look in her eye.

“You’re fucking her, Isi. I know it. And you’d fuck Gem, too, if she let you. You’re a horny little bitch just like me… so why not fuck me?” She reached out and grabbed Isi’s right forearm, tried to pull it toward her. “You wanna be the top? That’s okay, I want you to be. Take control of my own laserblade and fuck my slutty fucking cunt with it, Isi. It’s ultimate humiliation for a Juddite, you know that? Total defilement of a sacred object, just like when I fucked myself with it when I had visions of you taking whole trains of hot throbbing cock, Isi…”

She moaned and plunged the handle into her now, using it like a dildo as Isi watched on in shock. Krey-Krey’s juices slopped wetly around the handle as she plunged it home in long deep strokes, twisted it around inside her, the sexy bitch writhing deliciously. She was still pulling Isi’s hand toward the handle.

“C’mon… be the dominant for once, Isi… won’t it be so fun? Mmmmhhhmmm…” Krey-Krey’s hips twisted as she moaned again. “Humiliate me… abuse me Isi… let’s have an adventure… Until you get this drug out of me you’ve got to help me control the fires inside me… it’s the decent thing, right? Give me what I need, don’t make me go somewhere else for it, Isi, that would be sooo dangerous for me, for everyone, keep us safe and fucking abuse me, make me your humiliated Juddite bitch…”

Gritting her teeth, the Tri’lik yanked her arm back, breaking free of the spell. “I said no, Princess. Please. Don’t… don’t try to…”

“What, implicate you?” The Princess bit her lips, caressing one of her naked little titties as she started to fuck her cunt faster, deeper, with wet squelching sounds starting to rise. “You think we’re not implicated, Isi? You think because you lie back and take it or let them bend you over, you’re not implicated? Do you moan and beg for them like I do, Isi? Do you cum for those hard cocks every single time? Even when they fuck you three at a time? I saw you in my visions, I already told you, you did it at the Pink Palace, didn’t you? Gave up your hot slutty fuck-juices to how many beasts of The Ravager? You think that isn’t implication?”

Isi had gone rigid, now. “Stop… stop saying these things. I couldn’t help that, I didn’t want…” Her voice trembled. “Don’t talk about the Pink Palace. Why are you hurting me?”

“What are you gonna do about it?” The Princess gave a little mock snarl, panting heavily as she pumped her pussy even harder. “Punish me? I think that’s the best thing you can do… punish me…”

“STOP!”

Isi clapped her hands over her ears and before she knew it, she had jumped out of the landspeeder. Stalked away from it as she felt tears running down her face, confusing feelings of arousal warring in her with horror at the things Krey-Krey was saying. Her heart hammered in her ears but she could still hear the Princess’ increasingly loud squeals and screams as she fucked herself to climax, bestowing another massive squirt on the inside of the landspeeder: “Fuuuckkk fuuckkk fuuckkk fuuckkkk yeahhh FUUUUUCK!”

The sexy Tri’lik whore’s breasts rose and fell gently as she tried to get her breathing under control She’d helped treat sick sisters at the Pink Palace before, seen people in the grips of delirious illnesses. You have to remember the Princess is like that right now. It’s not her talking. She doesn’t mean any of it. You can still help her. Don’t let her get under your skin. She fought the feelings of hurt and rage, brought herself under control.

She thought she heard the Princess mutter something like: “You know what? Fine. Okay.” And she turned around to see Krey-Krey in the final stages of pulling on one of the very sluttiest options in the clothing bag, an open-crotched and open-breasted blue slingshot bikini that essentially consisted of a few thin strands of fabric. She was panting in frustration and muttering something like: “It’s not enough, not enough I can’t do this, fuck this is stupid, FUCK!”

And with alarm, Isi saw her suddenly jump out of the speeder and make a rapid beeline toward the Emporium. Putting a hand to her mouth in horror, the Tri’Lik ran after her: “Princess, no!” OH SHIT…

###

Gryzzuy clearly knew that not many people on Metooine were Muukkie speakers. He’d programmed his protocol droid to translate his yowling automatically, and it almost never spoke of its own accord aside from introducing its own name as RAV1 or “Ravvie.” But it was the owner’s extension throughout his shop, perhaps even cyberlinked to him somehow, and it focused on his interests.

In this case, that meant Ravvie was creepily solicitous of Gem in particular as she moved around the shop. He was never far from her side, imparting Gryzzuy’s wisdom on this or that blaster, the best armor for certain situations… and complimenting her in highly inappropriate, skin-crawling fashion on her lovely skin, her tender young body, her pretty little face and blue eyes, how rarely they got to see fine female flesh in these parts. How “Gryzz” was widely-known as the leading Muukkie connoisseur of interspecies Muukkie-human relationships and sexuality.

It sent chills through her and was really distracting, but what was really concerning was that Ravvie was jealous of anyone else being near the two of them, including other customers and including Jessa. He would routinely send her partner off into other parts of the shop on wild goose chases for items that proved not to be there, or tell other customers to “make way for the lady”… and they would obey. Those were the things that truly made her go cold.

Has he done this before? Is he known for this? Is this why women don’t come here? Why did Weebo and his brothers tell us to come here?

The questions swirled around in her head. She was starting to wonder whether it was time to cut and run, figure something else out. But Jessa was separated from her as often as Ravvie could manage it… and the other clientele were not being warned off her.

In fact, Jessa had her own creepy welcome wagon from the first moment. Hulking mercs who followed her around, took it upon themselves to “help” her find the right item, got far too close to her, made comments on her ink – the thing she hated the most of all – or made free to “accidentally” touch or stroke her soft skin.

She could be increasingly heard very politely asking this or that person not to touch her. No thank you she didn’t want to talk about the scrollwork on her Bythian-script “I’M A WEAK DUMB BITCH” tattoo. No, really, she didn’t need to be directed to the dildoes… and why was there even a dildo section?  

That was starting to scare Gem even more, and she gritted her teeth and got through their shopping list with Ravvie as fast as she could, ignoring any other distractions. As they finalized the list and she made her way to the counter—there was some kind of commotion out front, but she couldn’t make it out and was focused on finishing their business and getting away from this fucker—she exchanged frightened glances with Jessa and mouthed “hold on, almost there” at her. They were clearly, at this point, going to have to go somewhere else to find a training range, no way were they coming back here. But that was a problem for after they were out the door.

“It has been our real pleasure to help a young human lady of such class and proper deportment as yourself,” Ravvie translated for Gryzzuy as she approach the counter and his dark Muukkie eyes studied her hungrily. “Found everything you needed?”

“I’ve registered the list with your droid,” she said, trying not to shiver as he ogled her. “Uhhh… how long will it take to pull everything together? We need the clothing, armor and blaster items as soon as possible and I can pay right now, don’t want to detain you any further, I’m sure you’re busy…”

Ravvie rendered his master’s yowling in smooth, debonair tones: “Oh, it’s no trouble. None at all. It will take some time to fit the clothing and armor in your size, but we should be ready in an hour or so, you can wait outside for our signal if you like. In the meantime, why don’t we verify your credstick?”

Heart pounding – Gryzzuy’s gaze was growing more glittering and menacing by the second—she handed it over. “Everything’s in order.”

Ravvie translating: “Of course. Just a formality. One moment.”

Gryzz took the credstick and ran it through a scanner. Looked at the resulting holo and gave a low huffing which Ravvie rendered as: “Oh, dear me.”

Gem’s stomach flopped. “What is it?”

Ravvie translating a series of mournful, almost musical mid-range yowls: “I’m afraid your credit is declined. I’m sure it must be some misunderstanding. The message says: ACCOUNT FROZEN. CAUSE –B.H.G. BANK MEMORANDUM IN RE: MULTIPLE CIVIC CODE VIOLATIONS AND ALLEGATIONS OF IMMORAL PUBLIC SEXUAL CONDUCT ON BOUNTY HUNTER GUILD CENTER PREMISES. CHARGES INCLUDE VIOLATION OF HEALTH, SAFETY AND INTERSPECIES RESPECT CODES.” There was a pause, and then a brief, affronted huff that Ravi embellished into: “FILED: G. BIGGS, MEMBER IN GOOD STANDING.”

Gem felt time almost stop. Biggs. The erstwhile fixer who had betrayed and humiliated and undermined them not just this week, but perhaps for as long as they’d known him. Garim fucking Biggs. He’s not done messing with us. There was a surge of rage… and cold dread, and a fluttering in her stomach. Gryzzuy had left little doubt about how he’d want to exploit this situation.

Her heart was hammering ever faster. She could feel herself flushing at the frankly lustful look the Muukkie gave her now. Said in a low voice: “Look… I don’t know what you’ve h-heard about us… b-but we’re not fucking you for that gear.”

A series of low, coughing huffs from Gryzzuy, pitched to match her tone, with Ravvie commenting sotto voce: “A complication to be sure. But never let it be said that Gryzzuy is not a gentleman. I’m sure we can work out a far more… advantageous arrangement for all parties.”

Gem felt her ears heat up, her legs begin to tremble. I don’t like the sound of that at ALL…

###

Isi could probably have caught and tackled the Princess as she stalked away. She was practised at the kind of forward-leaning momentum management that running in stiletto heels required. The trouble was… Krey-Krey was dangerous and volatile in this moment. She might be perfectly capable of assaulting Isi with the strength of madness, or summoning the laserblade she’d recently used for recreation for deadlier purposes. Suddenly, Isi was starting to see Jessa Zaar’s perspective on this whole business.

But she couldn’t just let her charge in either. Isi split the difference by running up alongside her and desperately trying to talk some sense into her. The trouble was that having determined the Tri’lik useless for her needs, Krey-Krey seemed simply not to hear her now.

She was headed for a group of mercs lounging and chatting in front of the Emporium, every line of her body and nuance of her expression full of lascivious intent. Isi proceeded beside her in a kind of tit-jiggling fast walk and pleaded: “Princess, you’ve got to go back… please, this is dangerous, you said it yourself…” And finally even resorted to: “Look, I’ll do what you want, okay? Just come back.”

At only one point did the Princess acknowledge her now. Just before they reached the knot of men – who were suddenly sitting up and taking notice of both beauties and their whorish attire – Krey-Krey suddenly stopped, turned and confronted Isi, bringing her up short. For a breathless moment she said nothing. Then she smiled, lunged in and stole a quick, biting kiss, and breathed: “Let’s have an adventure.”

And with no further ado, she turned and walked up to the nearest merc, a bulbous skulled Bythian in some kind of red pirates’ armor, shoved him hard in the chest and said: “My girlfriend thinks you shitheads are too lame to get it up for us. What do you think, poodoo?”

As a half-dozen hulking mercs suddenly stood up to their full heights and Isi’s blood ran cold, the Bythian that took the shove seemed momentarily confused. Said something low to his companions in F’ukkese, whereupon the Princess got right in his face again, jumping up to grab the collar of his armor, wrap her slender thighs around his torso and grind suggestively.

“What’s the matter, stud? Too fucking weak to make your own decisions? Or are you just not man enough to put a sexy little bitch like me in her place?” As the Bythian blinked at her and then looked around, plainly still trying to figure out if this was some kind of set-up, Krey-Krey raised her voice and added: “My girlfriend says that all other men are inferior to Tri’lik men, and that none of you are man enough to fuck her and tame her bitchy little whore ass like a Tri’lik could! Just thought you might like to know…”

As Krey-Krey lunged in to kiss the alien mercenary who was reluctantly starting to run his hands across her naked flesh like a man dreaming, the others looked over at Isi with hard gazes. She couldn’t help it, she felt her knees tremble and her pussy begin to moisten in earnest as they began to come at her. “Uh… guys, wait, she’s not… she’s not well, I didn’t… hang on, now, there’s no need…”

The nearest merc, a big three-eyed Narg with a goat-like snout, steamed in and backhanded her across her pretty face. As Isi cried out and found herself suddenly on the deck, ears ringing and mind reeling and befouled by mud, she looked up to find five big, lusty angry men reaching for her.

“NOOOO!” she screamed desperately, making futile attempts to kick at them, but she might as well have been a child. Her flimsy slingshot thong was ripped away from her as the “party” began.

###

Gem could sense what was coming, but she wasn’t quite prepared for the open brutality of it. Still, she was already starting to shake in fear before Gryzzuy’s gentlemanly façade melted away.

“Our mutual friend Weebo sent you here in search of one who is no friend to the odious Garim Biggs,” Ravvie translated as Gryzzuy yowled softly. “You came to the right place. It is in my interests that his schemes against you come to nothing. Here is how it will be.”

The Muukkie’s gaze shafted into her. His breathing was heavy. His form massive. She could feel herself going pale, her head swimming.

“I will advance you all the gear you have requested. Unlike Biggs’, my gear will actually work. I will clear your docking fee issues with Fub-Fub at the port. Your troubles with him and his ‘pranks’ will come to an end. I will hold these debts for you at a reasonable interest rate of only thirty-three percent. You will get to properly play bounty hunter at last.”

The terrified Gem found her voice: “A – and… what are you asking if we… accept this d – deal?”

Suddenly she heard Jessa cry out in fright behind her. The mercs had clearly decided to go beyond innuendo. The sound of ripping latex announced her partner’s loss of her latest minimal excuse for clothing, but as Gem tried to spin around in alarm, Gryzzuy’s arm shot out with lightning speed, one massive hand catching her around the throat and lifting her bodily into the air, his eyes suddenly feral.

Ravvie’s posh voice acquired a snarling edge as he translated his master’s snarl: “I am not asking anything. I am not offering a deal. I am telling you how it will be.”

Choking around the power of his grip, pulling helplessly at his giant fingers and gasping, Gem was hauled over the counter like nothing more than a child’s plaything in the Muukkie’s hands. Ravvie seemed to translate the tirade of yowls and growls with an odd relish.

“That fool Biggs paraded you for so long. Boasted of how he alone had fucked you more times than you’d had hot meals. Let alone everyone else he allowed to use you. Gryzzuy, connoisseur of fine tight little human bitches like yourself, was alone cut out as a deliberate insult.”

Gryzzuy bared his teeth, his grip tightening. His eyes were wild with a long-nursed rage. At Biggs, at her for having ever been out of his reach. Her legs flailed helplessly, instinctively.

“Now you will be mine. You will have the mightiest lover and protector on all Metooine. You and your friend will have your cute little sidelines as pretend bounty hunters and will be kept safe while doing so. And in your fulsome gratitude to your master for indulging you in this infantile fantasy, your master to whom you will be indebted for as long as you remain fresh and fuckable, you will give your all to your real lives as personal dirty whores for Gryzzuy and his clientele.”

His hand shifted now. His fingers canting upward to free her throat: but only because he was gripping her skull. A skull she knew in abject horror that he could break like an eggshell if he wanted. She froze, her eyes wide as Ravvie translated the ensuing rumble, watching her impassively.

“You will either do this, or Gryzzuy will simply put a collar on you, put you in a cage and make a fuck-pet of you. Try to resist and neither of you leaves here alive. Be good, and enjoy the rewards of your new master’s munificence. That is your only choice.”

He shifted his attention to the group of horny mercs Jessa was still struggling desperately with the merc whose crude hands were surely sliding all over her taut little body, sampling her charms as she screamed and did her level best to escape. The Muukkie roared, which Ravvie translated into an imperious shout:

“YOU! Trashy little cunt with the tats! You will fuck my customers in any way they wish, right now, or I will crush your partner’s skull, right now. Choose. You have FIVE SECONDS.”

There was a frozen moment. A feminine whimper of utter horror… and low laughs from the men around her as one of them grunted: “You heard the big man, on your knees you fuckin’ slut,” and another moment later the slick sounds of a taut-bodied young bitch being forced to suck a stranger’s cock began. As it did so, Gryzzuy unceremoniously released Gem, dropping her at his feet.

Shivering as she looked up at the Muukkie, Gem saw Ravvie move in around the counter behind him like some kind of voyeur, his eyes impassive flashlights that somehow still managed to look malevolent. But the sight was quickly forgotten as Gryzzuy produced some kind of capsule from the bandolier-style belt around his torso. He popped it into his mouth, bit down on it, and let out a frightening deep bass rumble that this time was without words as he absorbed its contents.

Her horror deepened: Gem recognized the kind of pill he’d just popped. Concentrated sexstim. It suddenly occurred to her that Gryzzuy might be too old to get it up naturally… but that didn’t matter. He would more than match the performance of his youthful years with that drug… which he’d clearly been using for some time. And that had clearly made him mad.

His body didn’t take long to respond. A massive member began to engorge between his legs, rising up above her as she clapped a hand to her mouth to stifle a squeak of terror. How the fuck am I supposed to take that thing? But a moment later, Gryzzuy made clear that the mechanics of her tiny body fitting his massive member were hers to solve. He gestured to his junk, gave a  few short snorts that Ravvie translated in the most smug possible tone.

“Time to embark on your new life, whore. Suck it.”

###

It was hard to believe how little time had really passed since The Ravager had taken Isi’s home, The Pink Palace, from her. How little time had passed since she narrowly escaped slavery alongside her sisters. But her last sight of her beloved teacher and protector, Madame Tej, had been of the orange-skinned Tagruto beauty in an airtight three-hole gangrape by green Gomorrean cocks, with a prick in each hand and a look of total disorientation on her gorgeous features.

That sight came back to her now that Isi was taking exactly the same kind of gang-fucking. Although the cocks were more species-diverse this time around.

The three-eyed Narg was working his thick prick into her mouth, tears running from her hazel eyes as loud slurps and gurgles came out around his meat, his brutal hands sending thrills of sensation through her overwhelmed, writhing body as he mauled her jiggling breasts.

 There were squat furry creatures of some kind fucking her dripping, exquisitely responsive pussy and her tight ass, mercifully not possessed of the kind of truly canine-style pricks she’d been tricked into taking before, but their members were far bigger than their stature implied and waves of unwanted pleasure were washing out from their hammering thrusts, her juices spattering out as she felt herself being forced toward her third successive climax with just this group of rapists.

The cocks throbbing in her hands belonged to mercs from some species she couldn’t identify. They faceted eyes, spoke to each other in an obscure buzzing and clicking language, and their pricks were thick conical extrusions covered in bumps and ridges, the sight of which made her shiver at what they could do to her. The thought of it terrified her… and made her buck even more lustily back at the pricks invading her nether holes, suck even more whorishly on the cock in her mouth, her spit slopping down her chin as she could do nothing but give herself to the sensations roiling her hot young body.

“NNGLLLCKHHHH-NNNGLLCKHHH-NNNGGLLCKKHHH-NNNGLLCKHH-NNNGLKCHHH!” she moaned around the Narg cock as his nuts wetly slapped her chin, feeling her climax rising again. Ohhhh fuck, I’m cumming AGAIN, the Princess was right I’m a NASTY little whore, giving up my fuck-juices AGAIN… letting them take whatever they want and I can’t help but CUM all over these hard hot cocks I can’t stop it I can’t help it I’m… I’m going to… I’M CUMMING AGAIN FUCK… “NNNNNGGLLLLACKKKHH! ANGGGLLACKHH-GLCKHHHH-GLLACKHHH-GLLACKHHH-GLLACKKKKKHHHH!”

Her spasming cunt exploded all over the man in her cunt as three pricks twitched and began to fire fresh loads of spunk into their whore. She shuddered, moaned, took her fifth series of loads since the rapes began… or was it the sixth? She was losing track… no, she’d long since lost track. She didn’t care. Slimy loads of spunk already decorated her breasts, her back, her belly, frothed out around the pulsating pricks firing off a fresh helping of jism into her ass and her clutching cunt, curled in her belly as the Narg made her swallow down a fresh meal of ball-slime. She was soiled with muck, helpless, a fuck-puppet passenger in her own body as fresh waves of ravishers slapped her around and used her however they saw fit…

… and she didn’t care. She couldn’t stop it. She was beginning to realize she didn’t want to. The poisonous words Princess Krey-Krey had poured into her ears had set seeds that were sprouting further with each new prick that invaded her, each new load of cum that soiled her. Her helpless orgasms were only growing more and more intense.

Did I really want it when they raped me in the ruins of my home? Is that why I came so hard for them? Why did I want it? Does it matter? If I’m really just a nasty little bitch… does it matter at all?

As the current set of ravishers released her and the tides of lust pulled back for a moment, she looked over and saw the debased Princess writhing and wriggling in the muck herself, all her holes filled by a trio of horned, blue-skinned Shagrians. Her slender form was bucking and writhing back against the thrusts stretching out her no-longer-royal fuckholes and clawing and sucking so ravenously at the man in her mouth that he was clearly struggling to hold his nut.

At the moment Isi glanced over at her, Krey-Krey popped that slimy blue prick out of her mouth, spat on it and begged him to slap her face with it. “Yeahhhh slap your worthless bitch with your fucking dick it’s so humiliating to get slapped with dick like a dumb little whore while your friends fuck my FUCKING holes GIMME all that DICK… GLLLLKKKKCHHHHH!” And she swallowed the cock again as if she’d been whoring her whole life.

Isi’s reeling brain couldn’t absorb the spectacle. She no longer knew how she even felt about it. She was vaguely aware that more and more men kept coming out of the Emporium, the impromptu muddy gangbang was proving popular. She wondered how long it could go on, how much she could take, but her sex-addled brain didn’t really care. Nasty little bitch. She had been raised to be a whore, hadn’t she? She’d take them as long as they kept coming…

… speaking of which, her insectoid lovers were demanding her attention with sharp buzzes and clicks. As the pair moved into to jam their ugly, bumpy members into the Tri’lik’s sexy mouth, she moaned as she spat on them and slathered her tongue over their hideous cockheads and waggled her creampied holes at a fresh group of mercs she could see from the corner of her eye.

“Mmmmm-HMMM…” Yes, more… and more… and more… I’m a nasty little BITCH… FUCK ME MORE…

###

It made her feel so ashamed, but Jessa couldn’t help it. The babbling came out of her unbidden as her brain was overwhelmed by the dark pleasures of submission and degradation, two bloated cocks plowing her gaped asshole as she was forced to eat the nasty, sweaty asshole of the porcine, midget-sized Nugnaut merc bent over in front of her. No matter how deep her terror ran – and it did – she couldn’t stop the wild desires from rising, her cunt juicing up and her clit swelling as she took the double anal rifling.

“MMmmmHMMPHHH GLLLMMPHHHH ughhhh ughhhh ughhh gimme those COCKS in my ass holy fuck holy fuck holyfuck holyfuck MMMPHHH…” she moaned, feeling the hot loads leaking out of her already multiple cream-pied cunt as she writhed, desperately wishing she could finger her clit, that they hadn’t bound her arms behind her back with the coils of rope so abundant in the gear shelves around them.

But it wasn’t going to matter, the sheer filthiness and horror was overwhelming her anyway and she knew her cunt was going to orgasm spontaneously without anyone even touching her clit. Moaning and driving her tongue deeper into the Nugnaut’s pungent asshole, going down to tongue at his wrinkled nutsac, she bucked and writhed as the pricks of the pair of gray-skinned Rudo mercs anally double-teaming her began to twitch, her juices beginning to drip and the shudder of climax begin to build as she buried herself in the perverted sex acts, helpless to do anything else.

The Nug snarled, pulling her pretty face out of his ass and turned around as he wanked his prick and prepared to shoot his load all over her. Jessa’s green eyes rolled back in her head as her quivering cunt came closer and closer to spending, she couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop it, just give in to it, she her could hear her mouth running the way it always did when the moment of crisis was raging in on her, her little fuckhole’s sweet juices were dripping as the pricks jostling up her bunghole picked up their pace, stretching her profoundly as she babbled and snarled and begged…

“Fuu-HUUCKKK if you’re fuckin gonna FORCE me then fuckin FORCE me you dirty FUCKING BASTARDS FUCK ME FUCKING FORCE ME to be your DIRTY STUPID FUCKING BITCH fuckin just DO IT you FUCKS just MAKE ME YOUR BITCH WITH THOSE FUCKIN’ DICKS IN MY ASS so much FUCKING DICK IN MY AHHHASSSSS fuck ohhh fuckk ohfuck ohfuck ohfuck FUCK FUUUCKK I WANT THAT CUM IN MY ASS YOU FUCKIN RAPIST BASTARDS rape my FUCKIN ASS AND FILL IT UP FFFFUUUCKKK UGHHH UGHHH UGHHH MMMPPHHHH HLLMPHHH HLLMPHHHH…”

As the Nugnaut’s cock stuffed her mouth and his load exploded all over her tongue, she swallowed hard and felt the waves of climax claim her, roiling her satiny channel as the Rudos’ dicks swelled and pumped her asshole full of slimy spunk. Her petite body shuddered, she breathed through her nose and subsided to the floor, her holes streaming and her wet cunt quivering as she saw more men approaching her. A couple of dreadlocked Kwiikwegs who she blinked at stupidly as they started to undo their belts.

They keep coming from somewhere… so many more of them than I thought…

As the lust pulled back, the terror came in. She was terrified above all for Gem, whose squeals of agony and ecstasy and terror as she took Gryzzuy’s mammoth Muukkie prick were enough to make anyone fear for the petite beauty’s very life. Jessa didn’t dare even look where the depraved bastard was raping his new acquisition for all to see, the horror of it was too much. She just had to hope they’d see the other side of this alive.

It was clear there was a reason Gryzzuy ran his operation out here in the boonies, isolated from the rest of the bounty hunter community: he was such a pervert and a psychotic brute that he was beneath the moral standards even of a scumbag like Garim Biggs, his fetish for young female human flesh positively sickening. As the hideous festivity of their ravishment went on and on, from time to time she saw some of the men holo-recording the proceeding, laughing and saying things like: “Fuck yeah, Gryzz does it again, absolute legend!” And: “Holy shit, look how tiny that little bitch is, think this one’ll even survive the week?” And she had felt a sick feeling as she realized they had been doing this for a long time, that this was the activity of a whole ring of like-minded pervs.

They’d wandered foolishly into a darker corner of the galaxy than even they could’ve imagined… and they might never come out again. Weebo and his brothers were part of all this, it had to have been a setup from the beginning, the exploitation of a couple of young, desperate whores too stupid to know any better and they had fallen for it. Tears streaked Jessa’s pretty face as self-disgust welled up in her.

But then the Kwiikwegs reached her. For some reason the black skull logo on their armor tugged at something in her memory, but the impression was there… and then gone again as the business of taking cock replaced it. Jessa opened her mouth and went to the work miserably, closing her eyes and doing her best to block out everything but the sex, to find that one small refuge in the midst of all this evil, the one place in all the universe that always welcomed her with open arms.

###

Gem had never felt more thoroughly soiled, terrorized and simply, physically stretched by anything that had ever happened to her than she felt when she was forced to fuck the perverted Gryzzuy.

Probably the most surreal thing about the whole experience was having his protocol droid ever-present, watching and sometimes a participant, as she was forced to work on its mad master’s immense yard-arm of cockflesh. When Gryzzuy yowled in appreciation of the way she spat on his cock, licked it, stroked it, did her level best to fit even the head in her mouth, Ravvie was right there beside her translating: “Yes, you little fucking bitch, pamper that cock with your little slut mouth,” making her nearly jump out of her skin every time. When the Muukkie fucked her – Gryzzuy had at least enough sanity left to know that making her take his whole length would simply kill her – Ravvie was right alongside not only to translate his master’s trash talk, but to diddle her clit and bring her off or shove a metallic finger up her asshole: “Yes, bitch, yes, you like that don’t you? You love it.”

All of it delivered in Ravvie’s absurdly posh voice. In a different situation the sheer weirdness level might actually have been funny. If it hadn’t been happening to her.

Gryzzuy’s sexstim regimen certainly did wonders for his staying power. He worked Gem over in six different positions, fucking her signature massive-squirting orgasms out of her over and over again and pumping so much cum into her spasming holes and all over her smooth young flesh that by the time they were coming into what would prove the home stretch, she was plastered with his cum from her hairline right down to her mid-thighs on both sides of her body, her voice hoarse from the squealing, raw multiple-climaxes the oddball Droid-Muukkie duo had forced out of her.

The pleasure was no compensation for the terror. For Gem knew that, if she was to be trapped with Gryzzuy for her remaining days, her remaining days were few. This was how her life would end: twitching and squirting on the business end of his prick while Ravvie’s surreal voice lectured her about what a worthless slut she was, and then a moment later Gryzz – maybe too high that day or too lost in his own ecstasy – would just miscalculate. Nothing intentional. He’d just give her a playful cuff a smidge too hard and break her neck. Or grind his dick a smidge too deep and rupture her insides. And that would be that.

She had the measure of him by now. When that happened, she wouldn’t even get a funeral out of him. Her body would be dumped in the trash and forgotten.

That cold awareness stalked every moment of their lurid, vicious tryst. And by the time he laid her down on the ground, splayed her slender pale thighs and leaned his vast mass in over her – some of his “Gryzz” fanboys had been now been permitted to gather round and record them – her eyes were dull and glassy with horror and she was praying aloud to a “daddy” that Gryzzuy mistakenly assumed was him. The Muukkie and Ravvie were showering her with praised for her submissiveness. As the immense black shift invaded her pussy, stretching it beyond where she had thought its limits could’ve been before this day, she just babbled and ignored them.

“Daddy, daddy, I want to thank you for every time you fuck me, every time you use me, I want to belong to you ughhhh uughhhh all I want in this world is to be your bitch daddy please…” (Ravvie: “Yes, yes, that’s a good little slut, you’ve never had a cock like this, have you?”)

“Daddy OHHHhhh daddy uuughhh ugghhhh ughhhh AUUHHHAUUGHHH YOU’RE ALL I FUCKING WANT DADDY FUUHHHUCK PLEASE CLAIM YOUR WORTHLESS LITTLE BITCH OHHH FUUCKK…” (Ravvie: “Good girl, good girl, good to know that your place is by Daddy Gryzzuy’s side!”)

“Ohhhh auuughhh AUUGHHHHHH FUUUUCCCK I’m gonna CUM nothing nothing NOTHING like being with YOU DADDY ALL I WANT IS YOUR FUCKING COCK gonna FUCKING CUM UHHHUUGHHHH AAAHHHGGGHHH…” (Ravvie: “Yes, you see what a good little whore we have here, gentlemen, she truly appreciates the chance to cum on Daddy Gryzzuy’s cock!”)

Ravvie, kneeling on the ground beside her, now reached a metallic hand in between the lover and obligingly began to manipulate Gem’s clit, and her cunt juices began to froth and squirt once more around the Muukkie’s obscene prick as the words dropped away from his growls and snarls and his fan club cheered him on as he prepared to soil his conquest with another load of jism. As she prepared to take it, listless and despairing, wondering with each thrust if this one would be her last, she had one tiny consolation to hold onto.

The ”daddy” she was praying to wasn’t Gryzzuy at all. It was the man he most despised. A man she’d despised too until the moment this Muukkie pervert had taken her by the throat and demanded her holes by force. Her real “daddy.” Garim Biggs.

Gryzzuy’s snarls rose, his nuts tightening, another mighty burst of his mettle about to swamp her cunt, when everything abruptly changed.

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According to Mos Buutey’s media community, as people later recounted it – those who were looking on from afar, anyway -- the violence first broke out in front of the Emporium, where a Tri’lik beauty and a Human woman were being gangbanged into oblivion by a notably vicious gang of sex predators led by the infamous Muukkie pornographer, trafficker and stim dealer Gryzzuy Khothro.

A group of Kwiikwegs from the Pirates of Kweia, honorary members of this infamous ring, arrived at the party through the secret underground tunnel work that provided discretion for Gryzzuy’s clients. These particular Kwiikwegs preferred human flesh and made for the woman, who was sporting with groups of men with a ravenous abandon that threw off impressions of mania at a hundred paces. Some men liked that sort of thing.

They laughed, joked with each other, fished their pricks out of their pants as they got in closer… and then they recognized the woman. It was the remnants of her aristocratic hairstyle that did it: one of the most identifying characteristics of the mystery female rampage killer who’d murdered fourteen people at the Temple of Kweia “beauty salon” three hours earlier.

They yelled: “It’s the bitch!” Went for their blasters. And in that moment the woman transformed.

Her wild sexual abandon was suddenly vanished. Her eyes went glassy as if she was seeing a vision, and abruptly she said something like: “Ah. I’m needed. Time to clean up.” And as the men around her snarled at her and continued to try fucking her, she cocked her head and added in very clear tones a phrase that stuck in the minds of those who heard it for sheer weirdness: “Funny thing. I never mentioned knowing your name.”

Then she’d reached out a hand and a silver object arced into it. And she began to slice everything male outside the Triple-G Emporium to pieces. The mercs, focused on erotic business, were caught entirely unprepared. Only the Kwiikwegs even managed to put a hand on their blasters. She moved with such speed that observers couldn’t quite work out what was happening.

Events inside were even more fragmentary. More than a score of separate, equally degrading and squalid livecast gangbang holos of Jessa Zaar and Tanni Gem – the infamous amateur bounty hunters who crewed the starship Euphoria – showed a sudden outburst of violence and terror inside even as people were gradually registering the screams outside. A naked female form flashed through this shot or that, too blurred to capture clearly. There were screams. Men fell, fled, fired their blasters wildly. One by one the recorders fell to earth in dead or severed hands. Not one of the on-site holographers lived to tell the tale, only their remote streams survived.

As outside, so within: everything male and moving within reach was cut down without mercy. Gryzzuy himself was beheaded in mid-coitus with a barely-conscious Tanni Gem, his protocol droid run through while still translating his final yowl of “What the—". The edge of this or that fallen recorder captured the figure carrying the inert forms of Gem and then Zaara free… and then the building abruptly collapsed.

Between the crowds outside and inside, some forty-six men died at the Triple-G Emporium.

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As Gem came back to herself, her holes more gaped and sore than at any other time she could remember and her eyes scratchy, Gem found that the terrifying last memory of being raped by the Muukkie had evaporated like a dream. She was on the muddy pavement outside the Triple-G Emporium. Looked over and saw Jessa, who was looking back at her. Jessa looked… clean. Her eyes clear, shining with tears. Gem looked down at herself and found the all-over glaze of Gryzzuy’s filthy spunk was gone as if magically lifted away. The friends shared looks of wonderment.

“I thought we were dead,” Jessa said. “I thought that was the end.”

“Me, too.” Gem reached out and they linked hands. “Me, too. What happened?”

“The Princess.” IIsi’s voice, weak but steady, cut in from Jessa’s other side. “Look.”

The Tri’lik beauty was sitting up, naked and looking shell-shocked, and pointing. They looked… and gasped.

They were not in front of the Triple-G Emporium. There was no Triple-G Emporium. Just a massive pile of rubble. Part of that rubble was floating in the air, swirling in a vortex-like pattern bathed in purple radiance, and before it stood Princess Krey-Krey, still in her absurd crotchless and open-breasted slingshot thong, her laserblade quiescent in her right hand as she held her left up as though conducting the rubble, like a maestro.

Krey-Krey turned back and looked at them. Her eyes were neither manic nor entirely sane. It was the gaze of either madness or religious inspiration, maybe both. She smiled.

“I still have the power just long enough to show you. Do you see it?” She looked at the swirling vortex of rubble. The friends nodded, dumbfounded. The Princess said: “Terrible. Beautiful. My rendition of a vortex of the Dark Half of the Source. That’s the storm that swirls around us all. Changing probability. Altering perception. Manipulating minds and desires. And at the eye of that storm… is us.”

The friends looked on in wonder, and in fear, at Princess and her vortex alike.

THE END, FOR NOW… but Tanni Gem and all her pervy friends and enemies will be back in EPISODE VI: THE KING’S GAMBIT.

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

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

Dredd as GRYZZUY KHOTHRO

Ben Burtt as THE VOICE OF GRYZZUY

Matt Berry as RAV1 / RAVVIE THE PROTOCOL DROID

The producers wish to thank Matt Berry for existing and to beg forgiveness from him and any other actors, mainstream or otherwise, we’ve “involved” in this bullshit so far, even if it’s only as face claims. 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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