Jedi Princess

STAR WARS - ROTJ Infinities: Jedi Princess

By The Great Shaggy





Chapter Three: Arica’s Assault



The antechamber that served as a waiting room was lavishly furnished with form-fitting chairs and couches that were made from highly expansive Wookyr Wood from Kashyyyk, the multi-color thread carpeting was hand sown from Naboo, the tables highly decorated pieces of woodwork from Ithor, and a cabinet that stocked almost every expansive name brand of alcohol and then some from across the entire galaxy. There was also a bottle of Hapan wine, almost a rarity in its own self since the Hapes Consortium remained secluded in their claimed cluster just along the Perlemian Trade Route.



Sitting quietly in one of the chairs, Jix nodded his head as he took a sip from his Corellian whiskey. Now who said bounty hunting wasn’t very profitable, he thought and then grinned, but then again very few managed to make it this far in that profession. It wasn’t hard to find where the Bounty Hunters’ Guild was headquarters at; the trouble was concocting a story and sowing the seeds to give his false name and problem a legitimate excuse to hire his query for a job.



So now here he was in the Lyarna System on third planet called Kut sitting in the most decorative and elaborate establishment on this seedy rock, dressed in an expansive suit that was worn by business leaders in the Core World, waiting for an audience with the head of the Guild to hire the galaxy’s most feared bounty hunter to led him into a trap so he could complete his task from Lord Vader. And come to think he was beginning to believe some of the individuals he ran up against in the past few years claimed that he had no class whatsoever.



A door suddenly opened on the other side of the room which caused him to fix his attention on a tall, slim attractive humanoid female that Jix had trouble placing her species. “Please, Mr. Shesh, come in.”



Setting down his glass, he stood and took the time a very busy man like he was masquerading to be would do to prepare himself for an important meeting; simply readjusting his coat and smoothing his trouser’s material. Upon entering the office, he immediately took a seat in front of an even more lavish, and highly expansive desk as the humanoid female poured him another drink, offering it to him before getting herself one.



“Mr. Shesh, as a man in your position, I was a bit surprised when my people announced that you wanted the Guild to take up a bounty on a problem that you're having,” she said as she fell into a form-fitting chair that was even more lavish then those in the waiting room. “May I ask why?”

Jix allowed a smirk to cross his face. “Well first off I don’t even have a name to call you?”



“Astra. Bria Astra.”



Made up for cover nonetheless, Jix thought. “Well, Ms. Astra, you don’t need to know the history of my problem, only what I’m offering for the amount.”



The woman nodded, but said nothing, giving Jix a moment to study her face. From the skeletal structure for her cheeks, forehead, and jaw line, she defiantly had a human parent, but the raised hair that started growing from the top of her brow and across the base of her neck straight up pointed to a non-human, possibly Theelin judging by the pinkish-lavender tone of her skin and the brownish-red freckles that formed two lines from either side of her forehead, down the sides of her face and neck to disappear underneath the collar line of her blouse. But the eyes completely baffled him since they had no set eye color as they changed pigment depending on the mood she was in.



Strange indeed.



“Normally it’s against Guild’s policy for a ‘customer’ to hire the hunter of their choosing, but for the amount that your offering and the established requirements I’m safe to assume that he’ll probably be most willing to take up the job. That is if he’s interested."



Jix didn’t bother to hide his surprise to stay in character as he replied, “What do you mean if he’s interested?”



“Well, Mr. Shesh, the hunter that you’ve inquired about has been a bit, how should I put it, preoccupied with other matters recently. Apparently he suffered some injuries on a previous job and has been in seclusion since then, probably recovering from the ordeal.”



Now that was very interesting. Apparently those rumors he heard about actually had some merit to them, he thought. “I hope he can find the strength to take on my job,” he comment as he passed a datapad over to the Guilds’ spokesperson.



Bria smirked as she gave the text a once over. “Oh I’m sure for that amount he’ll be more than willing.”



“Excellent.”



And now it’s was Jix’s time to grin.

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Tears streamed down from Mara’s wide eyes as the pig’s hardened cock filled her ever expanding pussy. Pressed down against the cold dungeon floor, she could only stare up at the tusk-filled mouth of the Gamorrean as he filled her with his overwhelming lust, shoving his rigid cock deeper into her mound of flesh. Her body shook with the force of his thrusts, her breast moving in circular motions as the brute found his rhythm.



“Gettt....ahhh...oooffff....ummm....meeee!” she cried out between moans, wishing she could fight through this haze that clouded her thoughts from the spice treatments that the blasted Twi’lek had given her during her own specialize tightening treatment and crush the beast’s windpipe with the Force.



Suddenly with a loud squeal from Ortugg, Mara felt his large obese body tense, his fingers constricting deep into her flesh, painfully squeezing her tits as his swollen prick erupted. A flood of hot liquid squirted into her depths, filling her with his seed. She desperately cried out, not wanting it inside her body, but nothing could stop that now.



Then a dark loaming shadow rose behind the grunting Gamorrean. Mara’s eyes widen even larger as the black abyss took form into the outline of a helmet figure wearing a fluttering cape. Then she heard him breathe which filled her with absolute dread as a ruby lance of light suddenly appeared. It came up high overhead of her and the Gamorrean, paused for a second, before crashing down towards her.



She screamed and threw up her hands knowing it was useless.



“NNNOOOOO!” she cried as she sprung upward from Jabba’s belly, the chain rattling a bit as it grew taut.



Her chest heaved at an incredible rate as sweat ran down her forehead. Her eyes darted across the quiet audience chamber and Jabba’s sleeping minions, fighting through the haze that the spice created over her thoughts to use the Force to search for threats. When none appeared, she took a deep breath to calm herself and lowered her sweaty forehead into the palm of her hands.



It had been seven months since her mission to the Hutt’s Tatooine palace had begun; six of it which was after its successful completion at the Great Pit of Carkoon in the Western Dune Sea. During that time she had been made to suffer as a slave girl, chained to the bloated carcass of Jabba on his dais, being forced to deal with the Hutt’s wishes that he deemed of her from looking pretty to dancing and also to his never ending lust for sex with humanoid species. She had dealt with it in stride, telling herself that she would soon be rid of his foul smelling carcass as soon as the Hutt dealt with the remaining captive of Skywalker’s companions: the Rebel leader, Leia Organa.



However things hadn’t turned out as planned.



The Hutt had dealt with the Princess in the most devises of ways: by turning her into a spice/sex crazed slave girl that pleasure his business associates at his Mos Eisley townhouse under the watchful gaze of his majordomo, the Twi’lek Bib Fortuna. Months ago the Twi’lek had found a way to heal tearing of the vaginal lining and anal cavity by some sort of special elixir that used the highly addictive glitterstim spice as a form of transportation. He had succeeded in the initial test with the Princess and perfected it with her at the Hutt’s wishes. Now she was fighting the effects of the drug while putting up with Jabba as she bid her time for her eventual escape.



She was almost calm when she felt a presence in her mind through the Force. Immediately, she concentrated harder to open the telepathic link to her calling master. Your Hand awaits your bidding, my Master,



Report, my Hand!



The Princess has been dealt with, my master. She’ll be serving the remainder of her short, insignificant life as a spice-induced sex slave for the Hutt.



Excellent. Free yourself from the Hutt’s bondage and report back to me at once.



For a brief second, she thought she could feel a small tremor of fear in her master’s voice. Her dream, she suddenly thought, no not a dream, but vision. Master, does this concern Lord Vader?



There was a brief pause before the Emperor, half a galaxy away on Imperial Center, answered. I fear that my apprentice might find out about your last mission. I have an urgent mission for you to accomplish once you’re free.



Yes, my master.



Breaking her Force bond with her Dark Master, Mara glanced around the sleeping minions, hoping to find something useful to help her cut through the chain that imprisoned her to the Hutt. Her eyes settled on a guard across the room that had his virbro-pike nestled across his lap as he slept. Opening herself to the Force, she reached her hand out to summon the weapon to her hand when she was suddenly tugged backwards, landing softly against Jabba’s bulging, oily smelling belly.



“Can’t sleep, my pretty?” Jabba spoke to her. “I can help you with that?”



Mara felt the Hutt’s repulsive tail sliding up her leg as it wormed towards her cunt. Gritting her teeth as the tip parted her pink love lips into her love canal; she hoped that an opportunity to escape would soon present itself so she could finally be rid of this loathsome creature that defiled her whenever it felt his pleasure. Let him have his fun for now, she thought, for once Vader was taken care of then she’ll come back and finish the job that Rebel bitch had started on the Hutt’s bloated ass.

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Standing in the shadowy enclave in one of the booths that lined the farthest wall across from Jabba’s dais, he watched as the red-hair dancer squirm against the belly of the Hutt as its tail was a blur of motion between her spread legs. His iris-less yellow eyes narrowed as he moved the three-meter long staff that he held in his other elongated hand, causing the bleached white trio of human skulls that hung from either sides of the wooden zorgi to sway. One of which was a skull taken from an enemy chieftain that he’d slain during his tribe’s enormous battles against the bone-white skeleton troops from the stars above.



His clan had ultimately failed, causing the near eradication of his tribe when the Empire, after wasting several battalions to subdue the primitive native population, resulted in planetary bombardment to suppress the leading rebellious tribes. Once subdued they pitted these tribes against the others, thus acquiring fresh supplies of slaves from their tribal warfare. He’d suffered greatly from that ordeal; he’d lost his mate and batch during the destruction of his village by the green lighting from the sky, was banished from his clan for refusing to fight a rival tribe, and enslaved by the Invading Clan form the Stars. However, when occupation of the planet became secondary to the Empire to fighting the growing Rebellion, the Desilijic Criminal Organization moved in. Seeing the potential fierceness in him, Jabba offered him a way out of slavery.



Seeing it as an opportunity to seek revenge against those that enslaved him, he agreed and was taken away to be trained eventually as a freelance bounty hunter for the Desilijic clan. He loathed humans, taking great pleasure in killing each one that he was dispatched to deal with; some he killed outright, others he gruesomely tortured before putting them out of their mercy, and a few he even consumed their flesh.



Watching the Hutt, he now wondered what the gigantic slug found so appealing in such of species. Their flesh was either pale or creamy white, sometimes tan, or even darker. They grew fur in the weirdest of places, especially in the crotch area that some kept trimmed while others let it grow. Their arm and legs were never adequate length for use without using an inanimate object or machine to help them. All and all, he couldn’t fathom why such a species as humans had become the dominate of all in the entire galaxy?



However, he did wonder why so many other powerful beings craved the need for female humans for companionship. Since serving in Jabba’s court, he’d watched the Hutt sexually ravage many humanoid females including Twi’leks, Theelin hybrids, Rodians, Askajians, and a few others. But mainly only human females, with the exception of Twi’leks, served as his pets on his dais. Watching the red-hair woman squirm while crying out, as the brown hair one had done so before, he decided that someday he might just have to find out what it was that human females had that so many beings of all sizes crave them so much.

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Mara had to wait longer then she expected she would. Jabba never seemed to let her out of his sight for more than a few hours each day and then that was only for her to go to the slave harem for cleaning under heavy escort. However, the worse was that since she had her treatment done to her, the Hutt and been more and more demanding on her body, even keeping his twitching tail in her tight orifice while he slept, awakening whenever she attempted to remove his appendage from her womanhood.



Finally, after two months of putting up with the slimy Hutt, she was ecstatic when Jabba announced that she would be staying behind in the palace while he traveled to his townhouse in Mos Eisley for important business. Yeah, and to get a quick one in with that rebel slut that he kept there, she thought as she was lead back to the slave harem which Jabba had ordered that she remain until he returned in a few days. Of course, Mara had no intentions of returning to the Hutt’s side once he returned.



“Arica,” Pink shouted joyfully when she entered the harem.



Another slave girl, the brown haired Camie, smiled as she waved the red-head woman to a stack of pillows that she and Pink lounged on. “Why don’t you relax. You got a few days before Jabba gets back.”



Of course the two meant something other than just laying around and resting on a stack of pillows. “Maybe later. I need to take a shower at the moment.”



“I’ll join you,” cried Pink as she jumped to her feet.



She grabbed her hand and guided her towards the shower room, ignoring Mara’s protest. She been wanting to do this with the red-haired beauty for awhile. Sensors on the entrance to the room detected the two approaching presence and automatically started the flow of a jet of temperature/pressure controlled streams of steaming water that was heated in the bowls of the palace. Pink didn’t bother to undress, instead she ran underneath the flow of running water, dragging Mara right in behind her.



Mara gasped as the hot, yet comfortable, jet of water rained over her body. Wiping the wet strands of her red hair away from her face, she glared at the younger woman, who just laughed as she wrapped her arms over the back of Mara’s head and gave her a quick kiss on her ruby red lips. Exercising as much patience as she could muster at the moment, Mara placed both her hands against the girl’s bare shoulders and gently pushed her away from her.



“Please, don’t. I just really like to cleanse myself of Jabba’s stench.”



“I can help you with that,” she whispered seductively as her hands disappeared behind her back towards the small metallic fasteners of her chest harness.



She allowed the metal piece of clothing to fall freely from her chest, exposing her small, but perky creamy color breast and pierced brown nipples to the torment of hot water. She cooed as the water tricked down her exposed skin, her hands rubbing over her bare tits and flat stomach towards her crotch. She winked at the red-hair woman before her as she undid the fastener, allowing the purple Kauti lace skirt to slide down her legs with the warm, cleansing liquid to the shower room’s marble tilting. She had no pubic hair above her slid, which wasn’t surprising since all of Jabba’s slave girls were prepared and marked for their service to the Hutt in the same regards; golden rings that hung from both pierced nipples and a hairless cunt, just the way the Hutt liked his slaves.



Biting the tip of a finger, she smiled in a lust filled state towards Mara. “You like, Arica?”



What Mara wanted to say was to tell the little whore slave to go and suck on someone else’s cunt, namely another one of Jabba’s whores. Instead, she felt her heart pounding in her chest as her knees weakened and her pussy started to moisten. In the pit of her stomach she felt a longing for the girl’s touch; to feel and squeeze those perky nipples, for her caressing tongue to run over her love lips, to taste her sweet pussy nectar in her mouth, and to feel her body squirm underneath her own.



What is coming over me? Mara thought as she turned to face the slippery wall. I’m stronger than this. I’m the Emperor’s Hand, not a wretched slut! But feeling the girl’s touch on the base of her neck, followed by her moist lips, was too much for her newly programmed mind to take. Although she knew a little bit about Fortuna’s new treatment, what she didn’t know was that the addictive priorities found in glitterstim had a added attribute; the ability to imprint a subconscious thought or action into the cerebral cortex of the victim’s mind. Fortuna had used it to literally program the slave girls’ minds to react to any stimulate caused by any sexual gesture.



Pink brushed another flock of slippery red mane away from Mara’s neck as she freed the material that hugged at the base of her neck, allowing the black fishnet lace and blue pattern dancing bodysuit to run down her luscious form. Mara turned to face Pink, letting the pounding water scour down her graceful spine to the pert swells of her luscious firm buttocks. Reaching over, she pulled the younger girl over to her, pressing their wet, slippery bodies together. Pink closed her warm eyes with pleasure upon feeling Mara’s body against hers, tilting her small head back as the older woman nuzzled her neck, sighing softly through parted lips.



Breaking her embrace, Mara watched as Pink stepped beneath the warm shower jets. The Emperor’s Hand licked her lips as the warm water ran over Pink’s nude form, lines of streaming clear liquid running around the slave girl’s creamy-white breast, down her bare stomach, between creamy nymph-shaped thighs to a swollen, completely hairless cunnie that glowed pink beneath a running waterfall that washed over it.



Pink opened her eyes, watching as Mara pressed her back up against the slippery wet surface of the chamber wall, beckoning to her by setting her slender, sleek legs apart, her labia opened and beckoning the young slave girl to taste it. With her cheeks a flaming crimson hue, she licked water from her lips with a tiny pink tongue as she lowered her beautiful face to Mara’s open crotch. She brushed the dripping petals with the tip of her nose, causing the older woman’s body to shudder violently, causing a smile to appear on her face before she stuck out her appendage and licked Mara’s clit. Mara moaned softly as she slid her fingers into Pink’s soaked mane.



Pink showed Jabba’s favorite pet how well she had learned from the other girls in the harem by assaulting upon Mara’s glistening pussy like a starving rancor, sucking deeply inside Mara’s tender pink cunt, stroking the gasping woman’s throbbing, puffy labia, and nibbling upon her aching, demanding clit. Mara threw back her head, moaning herself ragged as she humped Pink’s nuzzling face, coating the eager slave girl’s lips and orifice with warm cunt honey.



Turning around to present Pink with her shivering, tight ass, Mara pressed her open palms upon the slick shower head wall before her, biting down on her shuddering lower lip when Pink caressed her blushing buttocks with her wet tongue. Mara dropped her chin to her dripping nude chest while Pink kissed and brushed her soft lips up and down the woman’s taut, milky thighs. Mara seized her own hanging, shower-slick right breast, as the younger girl licked her pouting pink asshole, rubbing her flushed face between Mara’s perfectly rounded, wet, ivory buttocks.



Pink brought her moaning companion to orgasm with a deft, agile tongue that explored and aroused the soft, warm, moist inner folds of Mara’s inflamed sex. Dripping flaming red hair veiled Mara’s lowered face as she bucked with ever more violent spasms, her ass pressed hard upon Pink’s nuzzling face, her honey-drenched cunt locked against her lips in an erotic, drooling embrace. Dragging her fingertips down the wet surface of the shower wall, Mara sobbed huskily in bliss, her naked hips twitching as a rush of vaginal nectar that spilled freely into Pink’s waiting mouth.

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They were nothing more than a tangle of legs and arms, matted hair, cum soaked pillows, and sweet perfume smelling bodies pressed up against or next to one another. The orgy that had followed Mara and Pink’s session in the shower had lasted the rest of the day and into the night, finally ending when the last two girls drifted off to an exhausted, but peaceful slumber amongst the others.



Mara decided to wait a few more hours to make sure the rest of the harem was asleep before she rose from the masses. Carefully, she picked her way through the pile back to her dancing outfit that still laid on the slick shower chamber floor. She cringed as the wet material pressed up against her warm skin, causing her soft buds to hardened painfully from the unexpected cool sensation. Silently she angled herself towards the harem’s door, reaching out with the Force to the minds of the guards beyond the closed door. Satisfied that the two thugs were soundly asleep, she slowly opened the door just enough to fit through, and stealthily moved passed the slumbering guards and down the passageway.



Drawing a mental picture of the interior layout of the palace, Mara kept to the shadows as she made her way down the darken corridors and deeper into the palace. She’d thought out her escape plan completely and thoroughly as possible; once she was able to free herself from the Hutt’s slave chain, she would make her way down to the vast motor pool garage that laid directly below the audience chamber at the surface level of the palace. From there she would board the sail barge and retrieve Skywalker’s lightsaber that she hid during the return voyage by the deck gun. Once that was accomplished, all she had to do was open the blast doors enough to pilot a swoop bike through and make her way back to Mos Espa where she had docked her ship. From plan execution to completion it would be almost a day and a half, plenty of time before Jabba would know of her disappearance.



She smirked to herself as she walked. She hated to be the ones to face the wrath of the Hutt once he learned about her disappearance. Then she froze in mid-step as her Force senses started to tingle at the back of her neck. Quickly, she pressed her body up against a darkened enclave as voices echoed down the passageway and proceeded to get louder. She found herself holding her breath as a trio of palace guards appeared at the bend of the corridor, laughing and joking as they approached her hiding spot.



“Hey, speaking of which, when do you think the Boss will get sick of her?”



“I don’t know. But I hope soon cause I really want to feel that slut’s tight ass.”



“Hey, Frozec, you won’t know what to do with the bitch even if you do get a chance with her.”



“Fuck you. I fucked that rebel princess slut real good last time. Man, I wish I was guarding the townhouse. I heard she is as tight as a virgin cunnie and as sluty as a Nar Shadda whore now.”



“Heard the same about the red-head slut as well. Maybe that is why the Boss hasn’t given her up, yet?”



“Maybe. But then again she can’t stay his favorite forever.”



“Yeah. Then she’s all ours.”



Mara felt her rage rising in the pit of her stomach as she listened to them. They laughed again as they passed her and continued down the passageway, completely oblivious to her presence. She waited a few seconds after the voices had faded to nothing before emerging from the darken enclave. How dare they compare her with that princess wench. If only she had some time to spare and maybe Skywalker’s lightsaber, she'd show them how deadly it was to underestimate her. But now was not the time, she reminded herself. Later, after she escape and take care of Lord Vader then she would return and deal with all of them.



Her neck started to tingle again, causing her to drop instinctively back into the shadows. She waited for a few seconds for another guard to appear, but when none appeared down either side of the corridor and her danger senses failed to fade, she reached out with the Force. She could sense something vaguely, a presence perhaps, flat and foreboding, but she couldn’t tell if it was sentient or just another one of the predatory creatures that Jabba allowed to wander freely in the bowels of his palace.



Keep moving and worry about it when it poses a direct threat, she thought. Moving down the corridor, she felt her Force sensation fading and decided not to pay it any further attention. She moved a bit quicker now to make up the time she’d lost. She had to be clear of the palace’s security perimeter outside the walls by first sunrise if her plan was to succeed.

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Entering the enormous cavern that housed Jabba’s repulsor fleet, the red-hair Emperor’s Hand moved stealthily, but cautiously, across the dimly lit chamber. The strange presence that she had felt in the corridors above was still causing her Force danger senses to tingle her neck. Her eyes darted left and right, trying desperately to make out shadows that might be something else lurking amongst them. Her Force senses flared and she whirled around, dropping into a defensive posture. But again there was nothing but shadows and darkness, but she knew now for certain.



Something was following her.



All the more reason for you to hurry it up, her mind told her. Approaching the massive sail barge, she scampered up the boarding ladder up to the top deck where the overhead illumination panels were blotted out by the gigantic duel red sails. With her Force senses screaming, she hurried over to the deck gun, ready to confront whatever was following her as she reached into the spot that she stowed the lightsaber.



It was empty.



No, it was right there, she thought as panic started to rise in her. But what her hand was telling her was something she didn’t want to believe. The weapon of the Last Jedi was now gone. And with it her primary defense against whatever sentient creature that was following her.

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From above, he watched her rise back to her feet and move away from the weapon emplacement, her head turning in every which direction. He had followed her from the moment she left the safety of the harem into the dark bowels of the palace. He'd stay a safe distance behind or above her, but somehow she knew that she was being followed, even more so during the final leg into the motor pool garage.



But why did she come down her in the first place, he wondered. When she went towards the deck gun when she boarded the sail barge, he suddenly thought she might use it on him if she located him. But instead, she bent down to.....do what? Retrieve something maybe? But as she backed away from the emplacement and he saw her hands were clearly empty, he began to wonder if she was doing something else. Perhaps planting a bomb? No, she couldn’t have hidden anything that complex in that revealing outfit she wore. No, that wasn’t it either.



It didn’t matter really. He wasn’t here for the protection of Jabba. He was here for her!

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For a brief second, Mara thought she could make out the outline of something hanging from the upper most yardarm of the aft sail mast. When she blinked it was gone. But there was no mistaken it now, something was indeed stalking her. She turned to the open hatch that lead down into the darken interior of the repulsorcraft, wondering if she could reach the arms room that was to aft portion of barge, but dismissed it. She had no glowrod to use and didn’t want to go stumbling around in complete darkness with a threat trailing her.



Calming herself with the Force, she glanced around the upper deck of the barge, looking for anything that could be of use. Spotting a utility box, she sprinted across the metal deck, the fall of her boot heels echoing loudly in the silent cavern. Her stalker was moving, she could sense it in the Force, as she reached the locker and threw open the lid. Keeping her eyes trained above her, she rummaged through the contents, feeling a joy of relief as one of her palms struck up against a cylinder shaped object. Quickly, she withdrew the glowrod and aim it up at the sails above. A bright beam of light sliced through the darkness as she traced the beam across the red material, tracking her query with the Force.



There.



She shined the light on one yardarm and for a brief second saw a flat, yellowish-green hue object move with sudden swiftness away from the beam of light and back into the darkness of the sails above. With her heart pounding, she decided to forgo anymore searches for Skywalker’s saber and escape this wretched place. Hurrying across the deck, she just reached the top of the boarding ramp when her Force senses warned her. Instinctively dropping to her knees, she whirled on the balls of her feet to face her stalker when something slammed up against her temple. Her vision exploded as the world tumbled about her as the force of the impact caused her to tumble uncontrollable down the boarding ramp and end up in a heap at the bottom of it.



Shaking her head, she rose to her feet slowly. Whatever had hit her felt like an out of control Gundark. Clearing her vision, she saw the glowrod was a few meters away from her. Trying to balance herself on shaky legs, she moved steadily towards the illumination tool when she was hit again, this time in the back. She hit the sand-covered rocky floor hard, knocking her breath out of her lungs, but not enough to send her into unconscious. Rolling on her back, she looked up to face her attacker and felt a feeling of absolute horror tearing through her body.



Standing about a meter away from her was a two meter tall, greenish-yellow skin Amanin. Also commonly known as Amanamans, they were a race native to the planet Maridun out beyond the galactic rim. Tall, flat-bodied creatures with an impossibly agile form, their long, thin trunks were punctuated by thin, gangly limbs which allowed them to become expert hunters in the jungle fringes they inhabited. Their unusual body shape made normal walking ungainly, but their ability to climb trees and roll along the ground made them swift in their natural environment. Vital organs within the Amani body were small, and were distributed throughout their bodies, making them difficult to kill. Important organs were also duplicated, and their brains were really a network of distributed bundles of nerves.



A primitive level of technology species when the Empire tried to garrison the planet shortly after the Battle of Yavin. Expecting hardly any type of organized resistance from the tribal species, the Imperial leadership greatly underestimated the fierceness and ferocity that the Amanin exhibited upon the first initial encounters in battle. Several companies of stormtroopers were lost in their first attempt to subdue the Amanin, as the Imperial forces were completely unprepared for the coordination of the Amanin, both in pre-battle planning and in actual combat. Eventually, the Empire prevailed and managed to acquire Amanin slaves by causing tribal warfare against the Amanin.



Although the planet was still under Imperial control, a certain number of Amanin had found their way off planet by criminal organizations that had all but taken over commerce to and from Maridun as a way of revenge against their species. During her travels, she’d heard tales of what the freed Amanins had done to humans, including a few stories of them consuming parts of their victims or completely while they were still alive. So much are these stories believed that most planet’s with a human government has issued ‘Terminate Upon Sight’ decrees on any Amanins.



But she’d never seen the Amanin before in Jabba’s court during her time here, nor had she seen a Amanin lurking in the shadows of Jabba’s court either. Of course with its flat trunk-like body, it could’ve easily blended into cracks and spaces that normal beings couldn’t go. Now here one stood towering above her, its yellow iris-less eyes gleaming down at her. Clearing her head and coiling her muscles to strike, she waited for the creature to make it first move.

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Staring down at the petite human female, he wonder what he should do now. Deciding to do what the Hutt always did, he reached out towards her with one of his gainly arm to grasp the leg of the dancing girl.

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The Amanin reached out with one of its arms, its palms open towards her legs. She waited until it was wrapping around her ankle when she struck. Her coiled muscles sprung to action as her other leg slammed hard into the yellowish-green flesh of the creature’s extended appendage. The force of the blow was hard enough to snap hardened bone, but since the Amanin had a cartilage skeleton, the limb nearly bended like a flimsy piece of plastic. But it was enough for Mara to come to her feet, her body dropping into a low silhouette to give her attacker less profile of her body.



Blinking its yellow eyes, it came at her again, this time with both arms. Ducking, she rolled underneath its appendages and lashed out with her foot again towards its stomach region. To her surprise, her foot actually sank into the yellowish-green flesh up to ankle. Her eyes widen as she saw the outline of her foot on the other side of the Amanin’s back. Oh not good, she thought as she felt the Amanin spring backwards in a sudden backflip, hitting her across the side of her face as he did so.



With the world again dancing around her, she rose to her feet as she called upon the Force to steady herself. The Amanin suddenly flared its row of dagger-shaped teeth as it came at her again. Calling the Force to her, she somersaulted over the top of the creatures head, delivering her own blow to the creature’s head, hoping the cartilage was a bit firmer and compact towards the top of its trunk. Her foot connected, striking it in center of its arched forehead. Then to her utter surprise, the Amanin spun its body around, and grabbed her by both of her legs just as they made contact with the ground. Mara let out a shriek of surprise as the Amanin yanked her flat to the ground and dragged her back towards it.



A piece of her black fishnet lace dancer bodysuit caught a protruding piece of rock on the floor and tore the bottom portion of her outfit off her body, revealing her flat stomach area and bare back. Refusing to give up, Mara called to the Force and attempted to rip herself free from the creature’s grasp. The move succeeded, causing the two meter alien to blink confusingly as it stumbled backwards empty handed for a brief moment before recovering from the initial shock. Mara was moving was well, hurdling herself over a stack of packing crates as she tore across the cavern. Hissing, the Amanin grasped a set of dangling power cables and hastily climbed towards the ceiling. Mara could feel the creature in pursuit above, swinging from the stalagmites that protruded occasional from the ceiling of the rocky cavern.



She was about to the exit out of the motor pool cavern when she knew that she wouldn’t make it in time. Instead, she flung herself to the ground as the Amanin suddenly fell from the ceiling above her, landing directly in front of her to scoop her up into its arms if she continued her course towards the archway into the corridor. Ducking herself into a ball, she rolled underneath the creature and sprung back to her feet, keeping her forward momentum as she did so. Running through the archway, she propelled herself down the corridor as fast as she could. But still the creature came, rolling in a tight circular form down the corridor behind her, gaining ground towards her.



When it was five meters behind her, it suddenly came apart and flung itself towards her. Mara cried out as the creature scooped her up into its gainly arms and pulled her upwards as its body formed a circular form around her own body. The forward rolling momentum carried them into a opened doorway and into a small empty chamber beyond. Finally, the Amanin slowed and broke its form, releasing its grip on its prey. Mara still felt the whole world was spinning as she attempted to raise to her feet to flee, but the creature reached down and grasped one of her ankles tightly as it hauled her up onto her feet.



It turned her around so she face its flat trunk body and sinister face. She glared up at its beady yellow eyes as they trained on her. Then she watched as its eyes trace her outline of her figure down her chest and exposed stomach, finally ending at her crotch and legs. She was shocked on how much the lower half of her outfit had been torn during the scuffle; the lace material that hugged her legs were now nothing more than shreds, the transparent blue ribbon material had only small pieces of torn material hanging off in spots, and there were small tears by her crotch.



Holding her still in one arm, it reach down and brushed one of its limbs between her legs and against her hidden pink petals. The touch was electrifying and Mara could feel the urge suddenly building within her again. Oh no, not again, not here, she thought as the Amanin grasped the flimsy material and tore it away from her body.



“Nnooooooo,” she hollered as she fought its vice-like grasp.



The creature had to be tired of her endless struggles for it immediately turned her about and slammed her body hard against the floor. Mara felt a sting of pressure against her temple before the world around her darken. Her last thought as darkness came up was a guilty pain that she had failed in her mission for the Emperor.

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Standing above her, he could feel her body going limp in his arms. She had struggled valiantly, even more surprising than he thought she could or would. Then again, after all she was a human and humans were all alike. Staring down at the area between her thighs, he slowly reached out to touch it and was surprised to find the soft, pink tissue was actually wet when it looked dry from the distance. He rubbed it just like how he watched all the others in Jabba’s court did it to the humanoid females in Jabba’s harem. He found that the more he rubbed, the wetter the flesh became. After a few minutes, he felt her unconscious form shudder and a spray of clear, warm liquid jetting out from the darken orifice, coating its digit.



Curious, he brought the coated limb up to its flat nostrils and smelt it. He shudder at the repugnant odor it gave, but decided to taste it anyway. His reddish tongue flicked outward over his digit, licking up the human’s juices. Although the odor was rancor, the taste of it was like wild kanga fruit on his native homeworld. He rubbed his finger against her mound again and taste it again. Yes, there was no mistaking it now as he brought the digit down to get some more but found the pink pedals to be dry. Dissatisfied, he rubbed the area vigorously again, wanting more of the clear liquid. When none came right away, he immediately jabbed his digit into the orifice and felt incredible resistance, but he felt his flesh becoming moist the deeper he went.



Then it remembered seeing a guard doing the same thing he was doing, but he kept bringing it in and out of her mound, slowly at first and then increasing the pace. So he did so as he remembered, pushing his digit deeper into the human’s stomach, back out about halfway, and then in again, repeating the process until her body shudder again. This time it was like a waterfall of liquid oozing out of her mound, so much that he heaved her orifice up to his waiting mouth. Keeping her limp legs spread, he pressed her dripping pussy to his mouth and drank in her flowing juices. He pressed his tongue through the loose pink flesh and into the smooth lining of her cunt, probing and lapping up more of her juices that he found.



To his surprise, after a few minutes of his tongue moving in and around her mound, her body quivered violently and spread a torment of steamy nectar into his orifice. He drank deeply, sucking up every droplet that her mound spilled. Then to his surprise again, he felt his skin flush a brighter hue of yellow, announcing that he had came in season. His species' females were always in season, but the males were not, only coming to heat once every year. During that month, normal ways became uncommon as the drive to pass their seeds to a female became precedent for all males. Normal it was with their mate, but the sensation was so powerful and strong that any female in his batch he mated with on the spot. Already he could feel his pouch opening and the urge to mate flooding his senses.

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Groaning, Mara slowly floated back into a conscious state. Her temples were throbbing with pain, but not as much as her cunt ached and throbbed. Then the feeling as if she was floating in mid-air came to her as she slowly opened her eyes and wish she hadn’t. The Amanin had her hoisted up into the air with her body pressed up against his. His limbs were supporting her, one underneath her right leg just above the knee and the other underneath her armpit, both of its palms were holding onto her waist, suspending her over something.



Glancing down, the sight that greeted her nearly stole her breath from her. Growing out of a pouch sack between the creature’s legs was a pale, greenish rod. Easily bigger than a Gamorrean’s, the circumference was easily that of Jabba’s tail at three-fourths length. However, it had no head and was rounded at the tip with a tiny opening that spewed a reddish film that cover the sides of the head. She glanced up to see the creature smiling wickedly as he brought her down towards the tip.



“Oh, please, noooo,” Mara shouted as the creature guided her glistening pussy towards the tip of its head, slowly slipping it into her cunt.



Mara gasped, her arms tightening on the flat back of the Amanin as the other pressed hard against the cool stone floor as her pussy expanded painfully to encompass the massive organ. Beads of sweat formed and trickled down her body as the creature grasped the material of her dancing outfit just below her breast.



“Uggghhhh.....nooo.....aghhhhh.....please.....aahhhh.....stop...ummmm.....it,” gritted Mara between groans as the creature pressed deeper into her, filling her vagina with its shuddering meat.



Then the Amanin yanked downward, ripping her outfit open, exposing her right breast while allowing the creature to dig one of his hand into the torn material to squeeze her other ripe melon in its palm. Mara screamed in pain as the creature continue to pump its organ between her open thighs, slapping its stem deeper into her belly. Then to Mara’s dismay, the foggy haze returned to overcome her mental resistance, causing her body to relax and loosen her contracted muscles. She moaned sharply, bucking against the creature as it rammed into her belly, making her pussy throb with molten fire. Mara pushed up with her hips, forcing the Amanin’s stem deeper into her.



Mara let out a loud groan and swung her red mane behind her head as she bounced even harder, thrusting herself downward even more to impale its massive, rock-hard member into her. Her thighs began to shiver, her belly clenching with her approaching orgasm. The two-meter tall alien pounded faster and harder into her cunt, its own flat body building towards a violent release. It suddenly jerked Mara’s body downward violently, holding there as Mara moaned in pain, her body on fire, her climax an irresistible force budding within her belly. Suddenly she felt a jet of jism filling her belly with so much force that if the creature wasn’t holding her down she would’ve flown right off the pale greenish stem. Mara moaned weakly, her thighs squeezing the harden stem with her hips as her own climax overcame her, her pussy tightening around the Amanin’s organ, milking it with a vice-grip.



Pulling out of her, it set her on the ground and grabbed her legs, hoisting her mound towards its bending face. Mara’s body shudder as its tongue lap up both its own red cum and her honey nectar that had mixed together. Finally, it gently sat her down upon the ground and withdrew into the darkness behind it. Mara watched the creature disappear, but was in too much pain and fatigue from her ordeal to do nothing more than to curl up into a ball and fall asleep.

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Slowly, Pink glanced into the chamber and saw Arica laying sound asleep on the cool, stone floor. She had followed the red hair dancer the entire time having awaken just in time to see her slipping out of the harem. Knowing that dancers weren’t allowed out of the harem after dark for their own safety, the curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to see what Arica was up too.



In the darkness of the shadows of the garage, she watched in horror and astonishment as Arica single handily fought one of the most terrifying alien being she'd ever had seen in Jabba’s Palace. Her sudden movements and impossible jumps kept her in awe until the two combatants disappeared down the corridor. She gave chase, catching up just in time to see the creature slam her against the stone floor. At first, she thought it had killed her and was ready to consume its meal when it did the most unexpected thing.



She watched in dread as the two-meter tall alien ravaged Arica’s unconscious form until she finally awoken. At first, Pink thought she would continue her struggle, which she did, but she noticed after a few minutes her resistance faded and submitted to the creature’s will. She hid in the shadows until the creature had finished and departed before entering the chamber to find her asleep.



Moving next to her, she brush a flock of red hair away from the woman’s face and sighed. “Oh, Arica, I’m sorry,” she whispered.



Silently, she hoisted her friend up and carried her back to the harem, thinking that perhaps her fellow sisters in the harem could help Arica the way they did Leia that one night. Pink smiled at the pleasant thought to that.





To Be Continued.....