Caught in the Web

Based on the video game Star Wars: Bounty Hunter, in which Jango Fett finds himself captured and trussed up by the Dark Jedi, Komari Vosa.

This is a rewrite and expansion of a story written by MuchMoreBass, which can be found here: http://starwarseroticaforum.yuku.com/topic/1217

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A tempest rang in his ears as Jango Fett roused from the dark depths of his unconscious, but darkness still pervaded in front of his bleary eyes. The bounty hunter willed himself to focus, snapping to attention -- and finding himself unable to move. Flexing his muscles, Jango felt the sting of cold metal clasped around his wrists; and again at his ankles, securing his limbs tightly to a flat, near-vertical surface that held him in an almost standing position.

The chamber remained dark and indiscernible, but Jango knew where he was. Kohlma: the Graveyard Moon. He had arrived tracking the Dark Jedi, Komari Vosa, head of the Bando Gora. Fett had encountered her wraith-like acolytes upon landing on the Bogden moon, and had fought his way up to Vosa's castle, tooth and claw.

He had entered a magnificent hall, pale sunlight straining to pass through shards of brilliant blue and purple glass, glowing with an eerie softness. Vast webs of steel and glass, twisted like frozen liquid, struck out from the black-coral walls, which curved up towards a great overarching dome.

Jango did not have long to take in the view, however, as iron doors all around the concourse suddenly slammed open, disgorging Bando Gora. The black tide swarmed crab-like at Jango, whose dual WESTARs were out in an instant, blazing galvanized heat. Bando Gora fell like cobwebs to his precision fire, but dozens more clambered over the mangled bodies to charge at Jango. He fell back, and was borne to the grimy floor by the press of bodies, fading into cold unconsciousness--

And now he was here, at the mercy of the Bando Gora. He suppressed the urge to fight against his bonds, as such an attempt was futile, and would unnecessarily expend energy -- energy he would need to escape this... lair.

His eyes now fully adjusted to the whorls of blue, purple and black that mingled around the room, Jango examined his bonds. He was on a prisoner holding device; his arms stretched wide, his legs held firmly apart. He identified his equipment -- jet pack, blasters, even his silvery armour -- lying far from reach. That left him clad only in his coarse blue undershirt and pants. Not an ideal situation, Jango mused darkly.

His attention was drawn to movement in his peripheral vision. He craned his neck to see, straining to move even an inch in his chains, but he did not need to bother: the figure moved into plain sight, and a crack of lightning from outside a high window illuminated his captor. Jango sucked in a breath. He hadn't realized...

Beauty and coldness merged together in an alluring figure of womanhood. She was tall and imposing despite her feminine frame, and garbed in icy silvers, greys and whites. Her upper torso was encased in a silvery bodice that defined her ample breasts, running up to her long neck and encircling it with a thick collar.

'The bounty hunter has arrived in my lair', the woman purred, a voice of honey and the heat of a sun.

Her biceps remained bare, revealing smooth, supple skin the shade of pale toffee, and her forearms were covered by long, fingerless gloves sliding up to her elbows. Her lower torso was squeezed into a leathery corset, accentuating her curvaceous hips, upon which her hands rested.

'He has been tenacious, hasn't he?', she mused, stalking ever closer to the trussed hunter, who kept a wary eye on the woman. 'He has tracked me from one side of the galaxy to the other. Such tenacity'.

The tanned flesh of her thick thighs was sandwiched between a black thong and skin-tight, thigh-high boots stretching up her long legs. Thin tendrils of leather hung down from her waist like writhing, black snakes. Jango was drawn to her face, however, framed by a shock of stark, starfire-white hair, and the pale-yellow eyes shining out from her dark countenance. A beautiful ice-maiden.

Her glossy, brown lips parted as she threw off a laugh like needles to the heart. 'Quite the thorn in my side, this one', she continued, ending her sassing stroll towards Jango, stopping inches away from his upright, immobile body; so close he could feel her hot breath on his neck.. She flicked her hand up in a dismissive fashion, and Jango felt two presences somewhere behind him depart from the chamber. Evidently the Bando Gora were not to be privy to the interrogation of her prisoner.

'You have been hunting me, bounty hunter. And now I have you', Komari Vosa said, and smiled a smile that could melt the strongest knees. But Jango's knees were firmly held in place, and besides, the harsh, stinging slap that Vosa administered across his face was enough to dispel the smile. Fett tasted blood on his split lip, and glared silently at Vosa. She simply smiled coyly, like a Felcat toying with its prey.

She cocked her head, pursing her lips. 'But who sent you, I wonder?', she asked in little more than a whisper.

The veteran bounty hunter grinned, his rough, raspy voice uttering a reply. 'You know I'll never tell you'.

A smile slid over the Dark Jedi's full lips. 'Oh, but I think you will'. A chuckle escaped from her mouth.

Vosa turned from him and sashayed across the room, offering Jango a glorious view of her ass, her bounteous globes parted by her thin, tight panties. She crossed to a table and retrieved two objects -- twin lightsabers, Jango realized as she returned to face him. She held one up, her long fingers wrapping around the burnished hilt, which suddenly spat fire: an arc of blood-red plasma that burned the air around it to the tincture of copper. Jango winced as Vosa angled the blade towards his face, gritting his teeth and attempting to turn his head. A dour look passed over Vosa's beautiful features.

'No', she said. 'That would be too quick, and hardly any fun at all'. She hissed, almost a laugh, and let the blade drop, trailing down Jango's tense body. The blazing tip came to rest inches from his groin, hovering dangerously between his unprotected legs. Sweat beaded on Fett's brow, and he could not take his eyes off the tip of the blade, deadly still. 'Who sent you?' Vosa repeated.

Jango did not answer, and Vosa growled low in her throat. The lightsaber swung back, and Vosa made to stab forwards, intent on puncturing a hole clean through Fett's crotch.

'Wait!', he shouted, and the blade instantly disappeared, dematerializing back into its hilt, which ended its downward swing by coming to rest against Jango's groin, pressing lightly against his pants.

'Wait?', Vosa echoed, her eyes on Jango's as she trailed her tongue over her lower lip.

'I'll tell you who the bloody contractor is', Jango muttered, in part relieved yet still angry with himself for showing Vosa a weakness. She was affecting him.

Vosa's eyes flickered, the lightsaber hilt still between the hunter's legs. 'Who?', she said in a grave voice.

'The Republic', Jango said, eyes downcast. 'It was a joint contract'. There was a bitter note of defeat in his tone, which Vosa picked up on, and leaned in closer, a wide smirk on her face. She lifted her right hand up to his down-turned face, her bare fingers sliding softly over his hard, grizzled cheek. Jango again tried to turn from her, to avoid her smooth touch. Vosa's grin widened yet further.

'Liar', her sensuous lips whispered into his ear.

Jango's steely gaze snapped to her, but Vosa pushed his head hard against the board, then pressed in to his ear again. 'The Republic knows nothing of my existence here. Their old Padawan is dead'.

Jango stifled a disappointed sigh, his face pressed against the board in her firm grip, her breath in his ear. He grimaced, anticipating a knife in the gut, a strike to his face; or perhaps tendrils of the Force creeping over his body to choke out his life...

But instead he felt warm, wet lips press on his ear as Vosa suckled almost tenderly upon his lobe. Her moist, pink tongue extended to trail down Jango's vein-laced, stubble-flecked neck with a hunger that set a shiver running up the man's spine. As if starving, Vosa began to suck on Jango's flesh, peppering it with bites. The touch of her voluptuous lips was highly erotic despite -- or perhaps because of -- his tense situation, but her biting helped counter; she was close to piercing his skin, and Jango, fastened to the board, could do nothing but endure Vosa's hunger.

Her hand came up again, clasping his jaw and snapping his head to face her. Her eyes were lit with a predatory gleam as her gaze raked over Fett's face. 'Wicked liar', she breathed, and noted the element of fear in Jango's eyes. She licked her bottom lip, and dragged her tongue across the split sliced into Jango's, lapping up his blood. She smacked her lips, then pressed her mouth to Jango's, instantly letting her tongue slip inside while she kissed him hungrily. Her lithe, sensual body pressed heavily against his, and Jango was hard-pressed not to reciprocate the passionate kiss. It lasted for several moments, until Vosa teasingly pulled away. 'Delicious', she murmured.

She regarded Jango, her lips working as if about to ask him something, but then her mouth set in resolution, then expanded into a wicked smile. She stepped back, taking in the bound hunter, then her hands flashed out to his belt, unbuckling it before sliding down his utility zip and freeing his manhood from its confines.

Jango gasped at the touch; her warm fingers closed around him as Vosa bent to delve into his pants, while the silk of her gloves slid alluringly against his foreskin. In an instant, his member was free, and Vosa regarded it with sparkling eyes, one hand still resting upon it. 'My, aren't we the big boy?', Vosa whispered in fascination. Her hand barely wrapped all the way around his girth, and Jango was still soft, though his meat twitched under her touch. She laughed lightly to herself, then began to slide her gloved hand on his cock, slowly bringing it to hardness. As Jango grew in her hand, Vosa's grip became tighter, squeezing the engorging monster and exciting Jango further with every sensual stroke.

Vosa seemed pleased with Jango's length, her eyes remaining fixed on it as it throbbed rhythmically in her silky grasp. Her strokes belied her fascination, seeming to revel in the feel of his rock-hard shaft under her smooth fingers. Growing to his full, impressive size, Jango could not help but release low moans, and his hips began bucking gently in Vosa's hand as her pace increased. Jango's excitement seemed to please her also, as she laughed up at him in a honeyed tone. 'You shouldn't have kept this all to yourself, bounty hunter', Vosa purred.

She slowed her handjob, lifting her gloved hand from Jango's immense organ to rest both hands on her wide hips. She could not keep off Jango for long, however, as a hungry glint appeared in her yellow eyes, and she bent over again to grip him firmly by the base with her right hand. She leaned in to sniff the salty musk of his cock, then lowered her puckered lips down onto its bulbous crown. Jango gasped aloud as Vosa's wet lips came into contact with his cockhead, and groaned low in his throat as he felt it sliding between her lips and into the hot cavern of her mouth. She was bent almost double, her ass sticking up high in the air, her long legs spread wide, her attention riveted on Jango's tool.

She began to slide her tight, glossy lips up and down on his rod, taking his massive member deeper into her mouth each time. Her pace quickened rapidly, animalistic, ecstatic growls sounding from around Jango's cock as she sucked him in earnest, devouring the meat wildly. Her tongue lapped madly at her prize, tracing every engorged vein on the throbbing shaft, and her white-haired head bobbed frenetically up and down in Fett's lap. She looked close to crazy sucking him off, and Jango felt the tinge of fear return. Her lewd slurps and frantic motions made him think she might suddenly bite off a lump of cockmeat and chew upon it. She seemed barely able to restrain herself from doing just that.

Her right hand worked, jerking on Jango's cock while her mouth continued to gobble down his shaft, deep moans vibrating through his thickness as she released her satisfaction. Sweat was pouring from Jango, and he heard himself murmuring, 'Mmm... yeah... please...', straining hard against his unbreakable bonds.

Vosa suddenly released her passionate, lusty hold on his cock, and raised up to her full height, looking Jango directly in the eye. He gasped at the loss of the sensation, squirming in his restraints. Vosa leaned in, and brushed her lips off against his. Jango could taste his own saltiness on her mouth.

'Who is it?', Vosa asked with a smirk.

Jango rallied, forcing himself not to give in to the beautiful seductress. 'No', he managed, albeit reluctantly. 'I won't tell'.

Vosa laughed, high and cruel. 'Oh, no?'

She turned from Jango, leaving his cock hard and unsated, and walked forward a few feet. Jango was again presented with a wonderful view of her tight ass, now glimmering with a faint sheen of sweat. This time, she looked back over her bare, tanned shoulder at Jango, fixing him with a sultry gaze. Her hands slipped down to her hips, her thumbs hooking under her panties' line. She chuckled, and slid her thong down over the curve of her ass and down her supple legs; before bending over in front of him, keeping her legs straight and offering Jango an unparalleled view of her sweet, hairless pussy. She tugged her panties down over her thigh-high boots, then kicked them across the room.

She straightened, and sashayed back over to Jango, where she bent again and began rubbing her bare ass sensually over his crotch, letting her taut, tight mound slip tantalizingly over his rock-hard cock -- always just out of reach in Jango's restricted position. He could taste her scent on his tongue; a musky sweetness that fogged Jango's mind, so that it, and Vosa's intoxicating slit, was all he could think of. She reached back and parted the pink lips of her snatch with one hand -- and Jango finally gave in.

'Dooku', he admitted, a sigh passing through his lips.

'Good boy', Vosa hissed, and rose to face him. She paused for a moment, simply regarding the hunter's strained face, which seemed to amuse her. Jango knew he had lost; he had given in, but his throbbing, pulsing cock made him painfully aware that he wanted more of Vosa.

She licked her lips. 'See how pleasurable things can be when we all get along', she purred, and slid up against Jango's body, her smooth cunt rubbing intoxicatingly over his cock. Her hands ran over his broad chest, and her lips lowered to catch his bottom lip and suck upon it. Her warmth was agonizing: Jango attempted to thrust himself against her, but Vosa kept herself just out of reach.

Suddenly, she stepped back and waved her hand: using her will alone, she lifted Jango up on the board, flipping the entire device over, so that Jango found himself hanging upside-down, facing the back wall. Vosa rounded the table in an instant, and bent over in front of the hunter, lining up her sweet, sopping cunt with Jango's cock, sticking out ramrod-straight. She rubbed her mound over Jango's crown then, unable to wait any longer, pushed her burning hot cunt onto his length, eliciting a loud moan from the two of them. Jango, regarding Vosa's smooth slit from below, thrust his hips as far forward as he could, impaling the seductress further on his shaft. She moved against him, sliding her hips along his length, revelling in the feel of the throbbing organ stroking her inner walls.

Vosa ground against her prisoner, gyrating her hips with hands on knees, jamming her sloppy cunt wantonly upon Jango's girth. Jango himself was in a highly uncomfortable position, but could not deny the glorious feeling of Vosa's hot, tight snatch enclosing and milking his cock. He moaned and groaned at the feel, and Vosa, too, sounded her pleasure: she began screaming, loud and harsh, a depraved, evil call that added to the whole, perverse scenario. Vosa fucked Fett faster, and harder, shoving herself down on him, stretching her hot cunt over his throbbing monster, flesh slapping lewdly against flesh.

Jango soon began to feel a warmth building up inside him, his hips thrusting into her grinding; the Dark Jedi witch cackling with abandon as Jango jerked himself harder and harder, trussed in his ridiculous position. Vosa slammed her pussy down upon his thick shaft quicker and quicker, loosing honey down his cock that dribbled up his chest and over his chin.

Jango arched his head back into the board and cried out as he spilled his cum, shooting a hot load deep inside Vosa's still-thrusting snatch in a torrent that filled her hot, wet passage. His cock shuddered and pulsed, Vosa's vaginal muscles milking him dry.

Vosa purred and arched her back as she drove herself onto Jango's spasming cock, though her anger soon showed. She squeezed her muscles tightly, clamping around Jango's shaft like a vice and causing him to yell out, his orgasmic pleasure mixed with pain. She stood, his cock popping wetly out of her, and spun the table around again, so it was now lying horizontally, Jango looking up, bewildered, into Vosa's snarling visage.

'And where was my orgasm?', she growled, and slapped him again, hard. She grasped his cock in one hand, and swung herself over the table to straddle Jango's hips, instantly ploughing herself back down onto his spent shaft. She began riding again, fucking Jango's cock even as it became tired and pained. She bounced upon him, slamming his thickness between her smooth, sweat-slicked thighs, willing Jango back to full hardness through sheer brute force.

Jango found himself responding to Vosa's wild fucking, and pain soon gave way to pleasure. Vosa smirked with glee, and raised a hand, activating a console on the far wall. Jango's bonds suddenly snapped open -- and the hunter wasted no time. He grabbed Vosa about her small waist and surged to his feet, carrying the screaming woman bodily across the room. He brought her swiftly to a long, steel table, and slammed her down upon it. She squealed out a laugh, and opened her long legs wide. Jango's freed hands slid down her smooth thighs, spreading the vixen's legs wider still, and with one powerful stroke, he impaled his thick shaft upon her.

Vosa screamed with delight, and wrapped her booted legs around Jango's waist, pulling him deeper into her tight, hungry hole. 'Fuck... fuck...', she gasped, her demonic eyes staring wildly up at Jango. 'Fuck me!', she hissed, spurring the bounty hunter on to plough into her harder still, her slick cunt sliding over his massive cock, until the table was rocking and banging against the floor. He pummelled her viciously, shoving himself up through her wet passage and breaching her womb.

Her magnificent ass slamming against the cold steel surface, her cunt alive with wild sensations, Vosa squeezed her hips, pulling tight as Jango thrust hard into her, spurring him on. Her fist clenched, and beat out a fast rhythm on the table, which Jango easily met as he ravaged the exotic beauty.

She slid her tight bodice up, revealing her full, bouncing breasts to the bounty hunter. They were large, smooth milky-brown flesh circling the dark areolas of her tight, hardened nipples. Her hands flew to clutch and tweak her nubs, sending shocks shivering through her sweat-slicked body, and Vosa arched her supple back as she writhed in pleasure.

Her jiggling breasts were too tasty-looking to resist, and Jango leant in while pounding Vosa's snatch, to clamp his mouth around her right breast, sucking on the flesh and gnawing on her nipple. His left hand snaked to caress and massage her other tit, while his right left her slim waist to circle under her and grab her ass. He fondled her quivering globes as he thrust, seemingly intent on destroying Vosa's tight, elastic cunt.

The screaming woman felt her smoothness quiver, her long-awaited orgasm building rapidly through her glowing body. She squeezed her booted legs even tighter around Fett, and her hands reached his broad back, digging talon-like nails into his thin shirt, tearing shreds out of the fabric and clawing at his hard, muscular flesh. Jango grunted, and redoubled his efforts, biting at Vosa's nipple, while he pressed his calloused thumb to the puckered opening of her ass. Jolts of ecstasy crackled through her system as she felt Jango's digit penetrate her taut sphincter, and the Dark Jedi drew blood from his back. Her hips shuddered, and Vosa's entire body tensed.

A shrill, loud cry echoed through the chamber as Vosa came, her pussy exploding with juices and nectars, her cunt crying wildly as her orgasm wracked her ravaged body. Wet lips wide, she rolled her hips, revelling in every moment of her orgasm, and felt Jango shuddering inside her, his own, second climax approaching.

She pushed the bounty hunter out of her, releasing a torrent of honey from her snatch to splash onto the flagstones, and Vosa slid to her knees, violently grabbing Jango's pulsing cock in her hand. She jerked him off, hard and fast, her crotch and inner thighs flooded with love juices, the musky air around them smelling of delicious sex. Vosa pressed her glossy lips to the tip of his manhood, sucking him in. Jango could take no more, and his orgasm hit, buckling his knees and sending hot streams of cum at Vosa. She pulled back, hand still jerking on his cock, and let the sticky ropes of spunk splash over her upturned face. Closing her eyes, she felt Jango's seed spilling over her flushed cheeks, her nose, her chin and across her bubbling lips. A second load pumped from Jango's throbbing member, then a third, coursing in rivulets down Vosa's neck and trickling over the mounds of her perky breasts. Jango emptied himself onto Vosa, who promptly stood once the torrent subsided.

She began to clean herself expertly, her tongue roving out to lap up the cum around her mouth, while she scooped up the rest in her fingers, popping each into her mouth and devouring the seed as if she were starving still. Her body remained slick with cum, however, so she rubbed up against Jango's body, creating a sticky mess on his shirt. She gazed up at him. 'I'm impressed, bounty hunter', she purred, and Jango smiled--

Just as Vosa slammed him across the room with a wave of the Force, pushing him back into his bonds, which snapped shut around his limbs before Jango could react. Vosa's expression darkened, and her yellow eyes went cold. She called out loudly; 'Are you going to join us?', and turned to the shadows by the door.

Where Zam Wesell crouched, cursing that she had been discovered.