Hutt Justice (SWTOR)

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Rann Fiddler, notorious smuggler, leader of the largest independent pirate fleet in the galaxy that wasn’t owned by the Hutts, Sky clearer of Correllia, ship enthusiast, and self proclaimed “sexiest captain in the galaxy,” was gasping for air as her hands clawed at her bane to no avail.

Across from her, her “master” watched eagerly as he tortured her, the pleasure assaulting her and making her loose all composure as she uselessly scratched at her chastity belt. There were vibrators that were stuck inside of her, pumping into her and vibrating more as she tried to catch her breath in front of the smiling Hutt. All around her, Rann could hear the cheers, jeers, and laughs of the Hutt’s court, watching as she put on a show for them, writhing in ecstasy in front of them.

She’d already cum twice in front of the Hutt, and he hadn’t stopped. He’d just kept going, increasing the vibrations, and the thrusting each time she cried out, and her feminine fluids flowed out. Slowly, she was giving up hope in getting the chastity belt off. Not that she’d really expected to actually do it, but there had been a slight hope. The last little bits of resistance in Rann were quickly fading as she began to give herself over to the pleasure. Her hands pulled away from the chastity belt as she slid down further, the metal belt pressing up against the floor, driving the dildos deeper as her hands reached up to her breasts, hidden by the slave bra.

Her breasts as of late had become larger and more sensitive, sending electric sparks through her as she touched and pleasured her nipples, tweaking them and rubbing them, making them hard below her fingers as she undid her bra and exposed herself for all to see. Her hips grinding against the floor as she gyrated and pleasured herself for the enjoyment of the Hutt.

As Rann’s resolve began to quickly melt away, so did her resistance. Rann slowly began to moan, quietly at first, but each moan grew louder and louder, crying out more and more as she was fucked by the toys inside of her, making her feel good, and driving her closer and closer to her third orgasm. Her head eventually fell back and her eyes lost focus. Her focus slowly came further and further inward until she was barely aware of the outside world, only the toys in her, her fingers, and the electric thrum of pleasure mattered to her as she began to mechanically fuck herself on her “master’s” floor.

The pleasure continued to rise in Rann as she focused on the pleasure, feeling it bloom even more within her as she focused on it, enhanced it, letting it fill her entire being as the felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, feeling herself tipping. Unconsciously a hand darted to her belt, grasping at the holes there despite knowing how useless it was. Then the thrusting and vibrations grew, and the thrusting came even faster, and Rann’s eyes widened as she was pushed over the edge, her holes spasming hard as she cried out alike a wanton whore, her climax reached and the puddle of feminine cum growing larger as she came.

This wasn’t the first time the Hutt had “tortured” her this way. Since he’d captured her, she’d become his favourite slave to play with, loving how she squirmed and made amusing sounds to him. From where she was, she could see other slaves in similar situations. Lying beside him, a young Twi’lek squirmed as she was being played with, a gag keeping her quiet as the Hutt idly played with her using a dildo with a handle. Around her, in cages and on various bits of equipment, slaves of all kinds were pleasured and made to writhe in ecstasy on various kinds of equipment meant for pleasure, while other slaves satisfied the Hutt’s guests in other ways.

After a moment, Rann felt the thusting cease, not the vibrations churning her insides, and leaving her a dripping mess, but the thrusting stopped. Feeling a tug on the chain around her neck, Rann looked towards her “master,” her eyes slowly focusing back on him, and practically lept to follow his command. Knowing his tastes, she crawled towards him, like a good pet, rolling her hips and continuing to pant both from the exhaustion and from pleasurable hum of the dildos inside of her.

As she reached the dias, she crawled up onto it, and slid easily beside the Hutt as she’d done many times before. She and the Twi’lek embraced for a moment, the skilled girl’s hands touching and playing with Rann as Rann herself slid her hand down to play with the alien’s free hole and the other went to the girl’s breast. Above them, the Hutt made an amused sound, before the toys in Rann started to thrust again, causing her to moan, and her legs to come together around the Twi’lek’s thighs as she rubbed her belted crotch on her fellow slave.

Behind Rann, she heard steps and someone approach the Hutt. Knowing not to interrupt, Rann closed her mouth and tried her best to keep herself from moaning. After so many orgasms though, and with how intense she felt them these days, it was going to be hard. Seeing her dilemma, the Twi’lek girl, reached away from Rann’s breasts and instead reached back, pulling out her gag, making small sounds as the Hutt continued to lazily plunge the dildo into her. Even so, she offered the gag to Rann, who smiled before opening her mouth slightly, not willing to do so more unless she began to moan once again.

The gag entered Rann’s mouth easily, and the girl could finally moan as her cries were muffled by the large rubber gag. Her Hutt master didn’t mind the cries of his slaves during a meeting, but only if they were kept somewhat quiet, and the gags were fairly good at keeping a slave quiet.

After, Rann saw the nod of the Twi’lek, and knew what was wanted. Their master wished for them to face outward when guests were around, and if they weren’t if they hid their shame, then they were punished. Turning around, Rann faced the guest, as she felt her fellow Twi’lek slave begin to play with her, tweaking her sensitive nipples and sliding a leg between Rann’s legs to push the chastity belt’s dildos deeper into her, drawing restrained moans from her. The human in front of them looked all kinds of uncomfortable seeing this, and this no doubt brought great joy to the Hutt she lay beside.

How I imagine my Smuggler ended up after the shit she pulled during SWTOR's main story.