The Imperial Slut (ATLA)

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Mai was rather surprised how much she’d come to enjoy their imperial slut. It wasn’t her official title, but it was what Mai enjoyed calling her, and the blush from her face always amused Mai whenever she called Jin that as her smile always grew slightly and she ended up looking down in order to hide her blush to no avail, Mai knew how she affected Jin, just like how Zuko affected her.

“Good slut,” Mai said as Jin continued to lick at her pussy, enjoying their pet as she leaned back in her bed, her knees up and their pet working tirelessly to appease them, and especially her in the last few months. While Zuko enjoyed fucking Mai’s asshole as much as he enjoyed ravishing Mai, Mai had been using Jin for her own pleasure more and more to the point that Mai wasn’t even sure that Jin was just Zuko’s mistress anymore. Ever since she’d become pregnant with Zuko’s child, Mai had been finding herself less and less satisfied with just being fucked by Zuko, not because he wasn’t amazing in bed, no he always left her satisfied, it was just that as Fire Lord, his duties called him elsewhere.

While Mai could have dealt with it and suffered through her lust, jumping Zuko the moment he returned, Jin had turned out to be the perfect little slut for her to satisfy herself with. Granted, that didn’t stop her from jumping Zuko the moment he had some free time, but at least now she didn’t immediately jump him in the garden where guards could possibly see, but rather after entering the private section of the palace, shedding her robes and kneeling before her Lord, taking him in his mouth while their slutty pet watched in her official private uniform, a small bra easily ripped off, and her chastity belt.

Of course, when she went out in public, their pet had a proper courtly uniform made of lovely fire nation silks, but in their private quarters of the palace, that no one was to enter, their slutty pet was to shed her uniform, and attend to their needs in just that easy to rip off bra that did little to hide her form, and her chastity belt.

The chastity belt was a must that they both demanded of the girl, and they both held the keys to it, requiring them both to agree to let the poor girl out. She’d been in there so long that the girl had learned to cum from just playing with her nipples and getting fucked in her ass. It helped as well in keeping their little pet horny and ready to be used by them, always lusting to be used by either Mai or Zuko. Mai let out a sigh as Jin’s tongue began to move onto her routine that was like lightning moving through her. Mai closed her legs around the girl’s head, and grinded her pussy against the girl, helping her drive her tongue further into Mai’s pussy, loving the sensations the slut was sending through her, and soon enough, Mai felt herself starting to go over the edge again.

Mai curled up as much as she could with her heavily pregnant belly, her legs coming togther around Jin’s head, locking her there as Mai felt her pussy begin to clench and spasm, feminine fluids squirting out and their little slave lapping up Mai’s release. For a moment or two, the two stayed like this, before Mai finally released her legs, letting Jin go and their slut pushed herself up, breathing hard, her tongue out, looking exhausted and happy as she looked on her superiors face. Jin’s fingers slowly found their way towards the crotch of her chastity belt, an instinct from back when she first began wearing it, when she would claw at her pussy, desiring release that she’d never get because Mai never let her out. Now she didn’t claw, but held it close, the dripping of her arousal moistening her hands, not that Mai minded, not when they were fucking and she was sweating anyways.

Of course, that was the moment that Zuko decided to step in, stopping suddenly as he walked in, immediately finding his gaze first wandering towards Mai, who was extremely relaxed and rubbing her very pregnant belly with her hands, then towards Jin who’s blush was as intense as her lustful panting.

“Husband, our slut has done a good job, she deserves a reward,” Mai said, both wishing to reward Jin and also taking pity on the creature. Upon hearing this, Jin’s eyes practically lit up like a forest fire, while Zuko for his part merely smirked.

“Another reward?” He asked, and Mai scowled at him, though he didn’t continue as he shouldn’t. She was most certainly not growing soft on the creature that had fallen in love with Zuko during his time as a fugitive. Jin had just shown to be such a loyal slut, and she ought to be rewarded for it.

For her part, their slutty pet merely grabbing a potion she kept on a belt on her leg, something she’d taken to wearing around that held something that was becoming more and more useful. A potion of lubricant, obtained from a local apothecary. Within moments, their slut began to pour some out, and began to lubricate her ass in front of Zuko who Mai could see was disrobing himself as she did so. All the while, Jin lowered her front forward, pressing her chest against the bed as she used her fingers to lubricate her ass for her Lord.

“Please my Lord, have mercy on your slut!” Jin cried out, drawing a smile from Mai and making Zuko harder as he watched her prepare herself for him. He stepped forward towards the bed and as he got on, Mai could see the blush and breathing of their slut intensifying, while her smile grew larger. Despite herself, Mai always loved the look on their slut’s face as her anticipation grew. The only thing that topped it, other than being fucked by Zuko, was watching their slut be taken, how her face would twist into ecstasy as Zuko plunged his imperial cock into her. At some point, Mai would have to commission some kind of toys so that she herself could play with their slut and make her squirm like her husband did. Then maybe, she could also get Zuko to play with her, or even both of them at the same time as well. Maybe something to do with straps? She did like how that leg belt looked on Jin’s nice and thick thigh.

Now wouldn’t that be exciting?

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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.

I Need a Hero! 3
 
 Sorry Darik I wouldn’t expect things to go as Taylor is suffering as much in this fic. Maybe in another one but not in this one, at least not in the way that the last snip implied it was going.
 
 As always, any and all feedback is highly appreciated.
 
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 Taylor walked along the docks. It was early morning and in the bay, the lights on the rig could be seen shining. Taylor knew there wasn’t anyone out here because of her bugs. Since the dingy apartment, Taylor had calmed down a bit. She was still hot and wet from the dildos in her holes, locked in there by the chastity belt, but it was manageable. Now, all Taylor could do was think as she tried to avoid looking at the bay, at the Rig, at what was supposed to be a symbol of justice and heroism in the bay.
 
 Now however, when Taylor looked at the Rig, she saw none of that. Instead, a knot formed in her stomach, and she would steal her gaze away from it. When Taylor looked at the Rig now, all she felt was dread, horror, and shame. She had liked what those “heros” had done to her. They had used her, violated her. She... Taylor felt a sob wrack through her as she remembered how her body betrayed her.
 
 Taylor felt a hand creep towards her crotch, and then bump against the chastity belt. Immediately she shot her hand back up and clutched it, keeping it from going to her wet and throbbing pussy. Taylor felt it clench around the dildos in her, looking to get more stimulation. But Taylor resisted. It wasn’t as if she could even do anything, but she still held her hand to her chest as she let out shuddering breaths as she continued to feel tears well up in her mask’s lenses. She still hadn’t really dealt with that but it hardly mattered.
 
 She, her heroes. The people that Taylor looked up to, that she had adored throughout her younger years. They, they were rapists, bullies, and probably worse. Taylor let out a giggle with no humour behind it as the tears continued to fall into her lenses. Quickly her vision was getting more and more blurred. It didn’t matter. She could navigate with her insects.
 
 Taylor had wanted to join them, she had wanted to impress them, to make them proud. She was going to be a hero on the street first so they could actually respect her and maybe avoid the high school bull shit that she had been trying to escape from this entire time.
 
 But there was not escape, was there? There was no escaping the torment of her bullies who hounded her all day at school, ruining her grades, ruining her social life, just ruining her life in general. Now? They were coming after here in the one place she thought she would be safe from them. They were coming at her in her cape life, only it was so much worse in her cape life.
 
 In school they couldn’t do the things that Vista and Sophia had done to her back in that apartment. They, they couldn’t violate her so totally and utterly. They couldn’t make her body itself betray her in such a way. They had turned her own body against her. Taylor knew it would happen. She… she craved this, this feeling. It made her so hot, and horny she had learned. She had found these things out about herself and had hidden them away because it was wrong and lewd and she nearly… a sob wracked Taylor again… she nearly willingly went down that street.
 
 Taylor could remember her thoughts, while they fucked her. She had fantasised about being fucked, being dominated, having her life ruined by the trio as they turned her into their sex pet. She, in that moment, had desired it. Even now, Taylor felt herself getting hot and bothered by the thought. Her nipples here hard, her snatch was soaked, and she felt a lustful fog coming in.
 
 Taylor gripped her hand harder. She didn’t want to be their pet, she wanted to be Taylor, a person, she didn’t want to be turned into a sex toy. Yet, why did it sound so hot?
 
 It wasn’t fair! She shouldn’t want these things. She was sick, she was horribly sick. She had tried to suppress her desires, and yet, she couldn’t. Now Sophia had locked these dildos in and she couldn’t hide and suppress her lust like she had been before. Now she would find herself constantly thinking of having the trio violate her, fucking her, turning her into their sex pet for them to enjoy. Or even worse, her heroes, the ones that she looked up to, would find her, they would incapacitate her like they did in the night. They would rape her, and make her desire sex so that she could forget how horrible her life was.
 
 Maybe that’s it? Maybe she should just give up? She was a stupid subby slut who should just admit it and submit. She should just do what she had nearly done that one time so long ago. She should just walk down that street, she should just let herself be taken into that brothel she knew about, and just let herself be fucked. She wouldn’t have to think, she could just live life as a mindless sex doll, being fucked by whoever came and went.
 
 After all, it isn’t like she’s worth anything. Dad doesn’t even look at her most of the time, no one at school cares, she doesn’t have any friends and her one place, her one place she had hoped to escape to, it was no escape. It was just another hell, a hell worse than even Winslow. At least at Winslow they couldn’t rape her, they couldn’t use dildos to rail her pussy, or fuck her, or turn her body against her. All they could do was insult her and hurt her.
 
 Out here though, in the cape scene? They had finally snuffed out the last glimmer of the one thing that the bullies at Winslow hadn’t managed to snuff out yet.
 
 Hope.
 
 Taylor unzipped her back pack and held it by the strap at the top of it. Taylor wasn’t sure if she was crying anymore. Her eyes were constantly wet as the lenses has filled up enough that everything was blurry. It didn’t hurt though, and Taylor didn’t care enough to try to fix it. Then, as she walked,
 
 She picked up a rock.
 
 She put it in her bag.
 
 Then, she picked up another rock.
 
 This pattern kept repeating as Taylor walked down the docks, grabbing rocks, pebbles, bricks, anything she could get her hands on that her bugs told her was heavy.
 
 Finally, as Taylor felt her bad was heavy enough, she zipped up her bag, and put it on.
 
 Taylor could feel through her bugs, a person, but she ignored them. They would just avoid the obvious villain cape.
 
 It was heavy, but she could carry it. Besides… it wasn’t a long walk.
 
 Taylor started to hear the lapping of water at the edge of the concrete docks.
 
 She, she should have written Dad a letter…
 
 “Hey!” Taylor heard a shout from behind her. Feeling with her bugs, Taylor realised that it was the person she felt before but had ignored. She was running up as fast as she could, which wasn’t very fast, she wasn’t running in a way that promoted speed, I had learned this while running how to move faster.
 
 “Hey!” She said once more. Taylor doesn't turn but she does listen.
 
 “Please don’t!” She says coming close to her, she’s panting hard. Taylor could feel herself crying again. She, she wanted to. It, it hurts to keep going. Suddenly Taylor felt arms wrap around her, hugging her. The girl doesn’t try to pull Taylor away. She just hugs her.
 
 “Please don’t.” She doesn’t let go, and Taylor lets her hold onto her. She… Why? Why should she even keep going? This was her last chance to escape, to maybe be happy? Then this…
 
 “It won’t always be this bad, you know?” Taylor doesn’t respond, maybe just a stock response to say to people that… had enough? They stayed there for a while. Neither saying anything. Taylor tried her best to keep the sobs from becoming audible.
 
 “You don’t have to let them win like this.” The girl said, and Taylor felt her head turn a slight bit. Thats… what kept her going to school every day, not wanting to let them win.
 
 “They don’t have to win here either. Sure they got you down, but you don’t have to stay down.” But if she went against them, then that would make her a,
 
 “A villain?” Taylor looked over her shoulder at the girl now, She couldn’t see because of the tears she hadn’t drained out but she could see something blonde hugging her from behind.
 
 “Is being a villain so bad?”
 
 “Ho” Taylor took a deep breath as another sob threatened to wrack her body in front of this person. “How?” It was almost inaudible. Almost like a sound someone made while breathing, but the other girl caught it.
 
 “I’m a cape too.” Was all she said. A villain, Taylor was talking to a villain. A villain. The only person in this city that even gave a damn about her was a villain. Why else would she try to be tempting her into villainy?
 
 But then… was that really so bad?
 
 “Hey...” the blonde villain said, her voice barely over a whisper. “Do you want to come back to my place? We can get you into something comfy? Maybe have some hot chocolate or something? Or maybe some tea?” Normally Taylor would have some tea, but hot chocolate sounded nice. She, she wanted something sweet. Something that she could focus on rather than… than what happened.
 
 “P-please.”
 
 “Okay,” the villainess whispered to her, before she took Taylor’s hands. They untangled themselves, and Taylor let herself get dragged away to this villainess's secret lair. Caution was thrown to the wind. Taylor didn’t care anymore.
 
 She just wanted someone to care.