Tales From The Outer Rim: A Star Whores Story

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The life of a Syndicate-owned slave is never a quiet one in the lawless Outer Rim, especially on the Hutt-controlled of Nar Shaddaa. For the former Jedi-turned-bimbos Ahsoka and Rey, two prime bimbo-slut specimens like themselves are often good earners, and are usually kept busier than most...

In the morning, they may find themselves squashed together in a cramped gloryhole at the spaceport providing "free samples" to countless new arrivals of the delights and pleasures that await on a Hutt-controlled world. In the afternoon, they might be set to work as "entertainers" serving up revnog, spice, and themselves to one of the Syndicate's "honoured" and affluent accomplices. At night, they return to their usual routine hooking on the neon-drenched street corners of the ecumenopolis's undercity - but on a criminal-infested world like Nar Shaddaa, it's not uncommon for the locals to take the two hookers for a ride and then skip out on their tab (like the penny-pinching Geonosians). Such ineptitude is considered a serious mistake by their criminal syndicate owners, and any whore brainless enough to be caught out can be assured of appropriate punishment - usually as a carbonite-frozen, public-use fuckhole installed in the bathrooms of one of the cheaper spice bars.

However their day goes, Ahsoka and Rey almost always end it exhausted, covered in cum, and thoroughly fucked from butthole to brains. But for two modified bimbofied skanks imbued with an insatiable lust for sex and degradation, no amount of fucking or humiliation can sate their depraved desires, and always end the night wrapped in each other's arms, slathered in sweat, spit, and pussy juices...

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A Star Whores Story - Tales from the Outer Rim (WIPS)

Life on the Outer Rim is hard for any sentient being - harder still for the prostitutes and slave-sluts of the criminal syndicates that rule it with an iron fist. For former Jedi Ahsoka and Rey, their days and and nights in the undercity of Nar Shaddaa are spent bouncing between whatever jobs their owners deem the two cock-addled bimbo-skanks fit for; in the morning they might find themselves stuffed into a small gloryhole box sucking alien cock and reproductive organs of every shape and size. Come darkness of night, they're may be set to work in the spice bars, serving and servicing the "honoured" guests of the syndicate while hopped up on mind-numbing spice highs that make even the foul, jelly-thick spunk of their customers taste like the sweetest nectar.