Night Time Tryst (Worm AU)

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Taylor woke in a hot sweat, the warmth of the bed enough to make it uncomfortable even if she wasn’t as wet as water down there, her hard nipples scratched against her night time shirt, her core thrumming with unstable sexual energy and her breathing came out hard and ragged. Her eyes sprang open as her arms shifted, one sliding down to her soaking lower lips, while the other reached for the edge of the comforter, practically tossing it off of her, her legs kicking it the rest of the way. As she did so her mind was bombarded with a cavalcade of lustful thoughts, and a need to reach her closet. After all that’s where she hid her toy box. 

Rolling off the bed to her feet, Taylor’s eye caught the time as she started stumbling to her closet. 

2 am.

She shouldn’t be up but that thrumming need had to be satisfied, the thought of letting it sit and burn itself out never even crossing her mind, instead, she needed it doused. In the past, she had usually done it with her sex toys and whatever sex related items she could sneak into her chest. When in this kind of sexually deviant heat, she’d use everything she had, cuffing herself to the bed, vibrators taped to every part of her, or she’d bind herself giving herself only the option of riding a dildo she set up until she finally came hard and was left exhausted. For the later scenarios she’d even stolen a strong plate from the kitchen to use as a base for her suction cup dildo Mom had gotten her as a joke present. It was still a joke, but that was only compared to what she was grabbing from the closet these days. 

Practically throwing her closet door open with no concern for those still sleeping, Taylor groped for the case she knew was in the back of her closet. Her hands found purchase on a nice large bevelled box and pulled it out. She didn’t waste time with a code, the dials on it were already set to the right numbers anyways. With a flick of the buttons, the case’s latches opened, and Taylor reached within. 

Practically throwing her dildos, her butt plugs, and whatever else she had aside, Taylor reached right for the bottom of the case. She was so desperate now she couldn’t settle for anything else. At least, that was what she told herself as she reached for her most extreme toy. Pulling it up past a few toys she hadn’t bothered to throw from the box, Taylor lifted up a mask. 

The thing was a latex fetish mask shaped like a dog’s head with a large pink blindfold that went over the eyes of the thing. It even had cute little ears on top of it that worked when the mask was on. Turning it, Taylor didn’t hesitate to bring the mask to her face, ignoring the pink tentacles from the supposedly leather blindfold suddenly reaching for the back of her head as well as the black mass pouring forth from the mask. 

Just as the mask started to secure itself, Taylor felt a cock begin to form at her mouth. Taylor didn’t hesitate to open her mouth and slide her lips around it, pushing it into herself further, her teeth meeting the bulb of the canine like cock before opening her mouth wider. Taylor moaned slightly as she did so, feeling the cock sliding just a bit into her throat and then resting there. Were it not tinker tech it might have been enough to suffocate her, but Mom knew what she was doing. 

At the same time as Taylor took the faux phallus in, the pink tendrils sunk themselves in around the back of her head, securing themselves and hardening, all the while she could feel the black mass starting to spread across her body. Without hesitation, Taylor pulled her pyjamas off while the bio latex did its thing. Taylor could already feel the stuff as it spread across her chest, pausing there a moment as her breasts started to grow, bulging out until they each were as big as her head. As her shirt passed, it briefly touched a nipple and Taylor shuddered as the sensation spread through her now partially living latex body as it directly interacted with her brain. 

Dad putting her in front of some Star Trek had certainly helped her figure out some of Mom and Dad’s techno babble when they talked about their tinkering.

Moaning some more, Taylor brought her hands up to her breasts, the black mass of living latex having already reached her fingers as more spread across her hips, making them plump and juicy while filing her out like a bimbo. Taking hold, Taylor moaned into the canine cock in her as she started to fondle her nice big and bountiful chest, something she wished she could keep forever. 

Unfortunately neither Mom nor Dad would let her… yet. They’d let her keep this mask after she kept stealing it from their lab, so they’d cave eventually and let her be the latex bimbo girl she wanted to be. 

As the latex spread over her crotch, Taylor felt it press into her, a thick phallus suddenly forming to slide into her crotch while a tendril practically speared her ass, filling her up and undulating in her. Taylor cried out in delight, falling down and crashing onto her chest as her hips bucked and tried to press against those things fucking her, sending waves of familiar pleasure through her as waves upon waves of it speared headed an assault on her already lust clouded mind. 

Meanwhile she felt something form around her neck, the posture collar for her taking shape of the same pink material as the “blindfold”. The collar on her stiffened, and Taylor’s head was suddenly rooted and kept looking straight. She couldn’t look down if she wanted to at her bulging breasts, but that just meant she had to assume the proper position when sucking someone off. Just as the thought occurred, Taylor suddenly sucked in a breath from her mouth, the dildo having finally hollowed out, ending up an extension of her mouth with thick, dick sucking lips at the end of her snout. With her tongue Taylor slit it into a slit meant for tongues, letting her tongue rest inside of the cavity made by the hollow dildo. 

Taylor’s fingers started to shift as well, being pulled in until they curled up, with her hands now looking more like puppy paws than human hands. They didn’t even let her use her opposable thumbs which was fine by her as she didn’t really need them. Reaching down, Taylor’s hands found her thighs and pussy, pressing into her lips down there, trying to get some relief as she rubbed herself. She let her need for pleasure take over, and for a while become a writhing, mess on the floor. 

As she did so, her vision of the outside world started to shift and disappear, turning into a swirl of pink and black, as whispers started to fill her head. The swirls, flashes, and images flew by too fast to properly perceive, moving in memetic ways that Taylor knew was altering her thinking, was making her into the perfect submissive and slutty puppy slut for Mistress Mommy and Master Daddy. She knew exactly what was going on, and revelled in it, loving how aroused it felt to think about her Master and Mistress, and how best to serve them. 

As she squirmed on the floor from the pleasure, her paws pressing into her crotch and pushing the dildo deeper it only was edging her rather than letting her cum. Somehow Mom had made it that the dildo, while fun, also kept her from cumming while it was in and Taylor could do nothing about it. Her paws kept her from gripping onto it both from her lack of opposable thumbs, and from how the latex had little friction with itself. Only two people could deal with it… well really anyone could, but her young sibling masters were too young to show them such a deviant sight. Well, maybe her little perverted Master Tyler was old enough, but considering what she’d found on his computer, he would more likely end up joining her in service to Mistress Mommy and Master Daddy. Plus, Mistress Mommy and Master Daddy has given her strict instructions to come straight to them when she felt such urges and transformed herself like this.

Pushing herself up back to two legs, Taylor started to walk to her door, her newly acquired puppy tail wagging vigorously. As she walked, the thing in her ass kept fucking her, making the slutty puppy slave walk funny, rolling her hips as she did so, wishing that the suit didn’t give her a thigh gap as she walked so she could give herself a bit of extra stimulation, but alas, it did and she had to suffer through it. 
 
 As Taylor came to the door to the basement, she paused and used her whorish latex lips to grab a key from the key bowl and then used her paws to slide it into the basement door. It opened with a creak before Taylor placed the key back and then entering into the basement. Of course she shut the door behind her and then proceeded to walk downstairs. 

The basement had changed a lot since she was a tiny tot. Gone were all of the storage boxes and other such things, now it was all benches and vats full of mostly black latex. Mistress was in the corner working on something that looked important. Master looked like he was doing some research on the terminal he had down here. Without hesitation, Taylor fell to all fours, and started to crawl towards him. Her mischievous mind having her crawl to the side of the row of work tables and then underneath them until she was still undetected beneath the table Master Daddy was researching at. 

Her mouth watering around the canine like dildo, Taylor began to crawl forth, and as she reached her Master in his sweats and shirt, she propped herself up in a squat, reached forth with her paws and then pulled his pants down. 

“Wha- hey!” he cried out for a moment before Taylor leaned forth and pressed his cock into her waiting mouth. The hollow dildo was always lubed up from the spit that leaked into it, and thus it slid in easily. Taylor moaned as the canine cock in her mouth became that much harder while her tongue started to taste his thick cock. Master was already a bit hard and so she could taste a bit of his pre on her tongue and it was divine. If she could she’d have just continued this, sucking her Master’s dick whenever he was doing research and working on his tinkering, relieving any stress he might be feeling. 

“Danny?” Taylor heard Mistress Mommy ask, and Master Daddy gave an exasperated groaned.

“It’s just Taylor again,” he said, and Taylor could imagine him shaking his head before his hand came down and started to pet her head, ruffling her latex ears with a bit of affection. 

“Hey girl, couldn’t sleep again?” he asked, and Taylor pulled herself off his cock to nod at her Master. She made a pathetic sound to go with it as she heard Mistress Mommy let out a sigh. She heard the soft padding as Mistress’ slippered feet made their way over to Taylor, the living latex tinker looking down at her with a soft smile as she shook her head.

“Oh Taylor, what are we going to do with you?” she asked, joining with Master in petting her as Taylor’s tail wagged even harder as her nipples hardened as well. Mistress going a bit further than Master and reached down, tweaking a sensitive nipple. Taylor let out a slight squeak as she did so, her pussy twitching at the feeling. 

“Well I’ll get the stuff ready then, Danny, be a dear,” Mistress said and Master chuckled before reaching for a drawer and pulling out a leash. In a swift move, he clipped it onto Taylor’s collar, and got up before pulling on it slightly. On all fours, Taylor crawled from beneath the bench, her toys continuing to fuck her lower holes, her mouth continuing to fill up with more saliva as she panted. Master Daddy was going to fuck her~!

Mistress pulled a mat from the edge of the room and placed it in the center. Master’s slight tugs brought Taylor atop it, and as she reached the middle, master called out:

“Present,” and thus Taylor dropped to the floor, her lovely breasts pressing into the mat, her head looking straight up to Mistress’ gravid and robed form as she sat back in her chair. While sitting her robe opened and revealed a similar living latex undersuit to Taylor’s. With a few buttons, and a moan from Mistress, Taylor knew that her suit was fucking her like Taylor’s was. Only Mistress Mommy was allowed to cum from it while Taylor wasn’t. Then as she sat there, she started typing on a side computer that was connected to a headset and other device, likely preparing the hypnosis reversion program, as well as the living latex kill signal specifically keyed for Taylor’s suit.

As Mistress Mommy did that, Taylor felt Master Daddy land on the mat, standing on his legs as his hands came down on Taylor’s ass. Taylor let out a surprised cry, feeling a slight sting from the sensation that just got her engine revving, her pussy twitching as a slight wave of pleasure came through. Though unfortunately, Master didn’t keep spanking his naughty puppy slut. Rather his big strong hands spread her cheeks, and he reached down for the dildo plugging her up. 

Taylor moaned as the plug was pulled from her, her walls squeezing around the faux cock as it slid out of her, and the obstruction was gone. Taylor breath started to grow ragged, and she started to let her ass sway from side to side. Master Daddy was going to fuck her and make her feel so good~!

“Heh, how’d it come to this Anne? Where I’ve got my wonderful, sexy daughter demanding to be our little sex slave, a beautiful wife, three more kids, with another on the way?” Master Daddy asked as Mistress shrugged.

“Not sure Danny, but my best guess is that it all started with you wanting that threesome with my sister,” she said as Master Daddy chuckled again before Taylor felt his cock start to enter her. The puppy slut let out a long drawn out moan as he slid in slowly. His big, thick, monstrous cock filling Taylor up perfectly as he stretched her out with each inch he slid in. Taylor’s eyes lost focus and she could feel her tail wagging erratically, showing off her delight as Master Daddy used her as his personal sex toy, fucking her burning pussy with his cock. 

His cock rather than dousing the lustful heat in her only inflamed it however, making her want more, and like a man dying of thirst, Taylor started to rock her hips back into him. She almost expected another spank from him on her thick and juicy bottom, but instead he merely gripped into her lovely thick latex ass, and started to help her along, slamming her hips into his, his cock filling her up as they’re fucking quickened. 

Taylor’s moans grew in volume, each cry louder than the last as she tried to grab at the mat with her hands and failed to do so, the pleasure continuously blooming and increasing in intensity as the living latex worked to help her Master in fucking her. The latex suit, at least in the configuration that Taylor was trapped in, made every instance of sex feel like it was the best thing ever. Even a micro penis could be felt like the girthy cock of sex god, up to a point. Even then she was still being rammed by the thing in her ass, filling her rear to the brim as it continued to thrust into her over and over, synchronising with Master Daddy and making sure she was always being filled. It turned the waves of pleasure into a monsoon of sexy sensual sensations sliding up from her crotch into the rest of her body. The pleasure filled her mind with nothing but a lustful fog, clouding her mind and leaving her moaning on the floor.

Master Danny increased the speed of his humping as slapping filled the air while he continued to fuck Taylor, giving her the pleasure she’d been so desperate to receive. Her moans were whorish and she knew it. She also knew that they loved it, watching as their slutty puppy enjoyed herself while serving her owners, falling deeper into submission to them to a point where it went beyond the mind control. It struck a deeper cord in her, which was why even after the hypno compulsions were neutralised, she could still feel the heady desire in her that willed to serve her parents as their own personal sex slave. 

“Oooo, oooooh, OOoooooo!” Taylor cried out without warning she started to cum, their wild fucking having given her little warning as to the coming flood as her pussy started to clamp down, her walls and the living latex pressing down on him as her pussy opened up at the same time, practically trying to suck him in with her pussy, and in a moment, he too started to cum as well.

Taylor felt his cum diving into her and letting off a warm glow, and let out another long moan as they stayed like that with Master Daddy pumping more and more cum into her pussy. It was enough to prolong her orgasm for another few seconds as she luxuriated in the sensations of her Master’s warmth and love filling her. Maybe she’d even get pregnant like Mistress Mommy, but she doubted it since the latex dealt with everything.

Then like a tossed brick, Taylor’s energy fell through the floor, and she slid across the mat, slipping off her Master’s cock while cum poured from her abused pussy. Taylor let out a satisfied groan as she lay there for a moment.

At some point, Mistress showed up and used a familiar device on Taylor that looked like a hand held metal detector. Within second, Taylor felt the suit on her start to come apart, sliding off her where ever the light of the device touched. Even the mask came apart, though it was more along the line of its tendrils softened and thus making it easier to pull off. With the blindfold pulled off, a familiar head set was placed on Taylor and unlike when she was hypnotised before, this was a bright green and white that swirled around, with images that flew by too fast and whispers that were just quiet enough that Taylor couldn’t properly hear them. For a while she watched and listened while Mom continued to neutralise the living latex, leaving nothing behind her naked and far less developed form. 

“There we go, all back to normal, how are you feeling Taylor,”

“Like I could sleep until noon,” she answered, her voice muffled by the mat that he’d left her face buried in. Her answer drew a chuckle from Mom and Dad as Mom stroked her hair.

“Did you get all your homework done?” She asked and Taylor nodded, humming in the affirmative as Annette kept scratching her girl’s head.

“Then if you think you need it, I’ll tell Arcadia that you’re sick and you can stay home today, okay?”

“Okay Mom,” Taylor said before she started to get up, only to get picked up bridal style by Annette. 

“Come on, lets get you to bed,” she said as Taylor blushed at being picked up and put to bed.

“Okay,” she said though, not willing to refuse the offer, especially since it meant she didn’t have to move her tired legs, and it was just nice to be tucked in like that.

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 A Human in the Slave Markets of Aldair (Stellaris LV Mod)

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May shivered in her cell, her fingers twitching in the shackles that kept them over her head. She moved her body constantly in small ways, her hips shaking a bit, her limbs testing out the extent of the bindings. Though May knew that there was no getting out of them. If she couldn’t do it over the last week, why would she be able to do so now? Not that escaping would even matter, captured and sold off by aliens who’d gone and conquered Earth, or Sol III as the aliens liked to call it. Not that she knew much about that. It’d happened years and years ago, when she was but a child. But she still remembered one day of watching some of those plants women marching through the streets of the city, looking at all the destroyed buildings as the endless forces of the plant aliens conquered them in little over a year as they’d poured millions of troops into the planet to secure it. 

Shivering some more, May’s movements became more frantic, her breath more haggard as she kept shifting, by now practically humping the air, not from any cold, because it was actually kind of warm here. No, the reason for her shaking and gyrating, was because of what her plant Masters had done to her before selling her.

Ever since she’d become an adult to the plants, they’d changed her, modified her, and they likely modified the whole of humanity, though into what she wasn’t sure. May though was pretty sure she’d been changed to be sold to this species in particular. Her body was “enhanced,” her breasts made far bigger, her ass, her hips, all of it having been bolstered in size. Her lips were big and thick, enough that she now couldn’t help but speak with a lisp. They’d changed her ears as well, making them long, pointy, and they felt so good to touch now. Her pussy felt constantly empty and practically on fire, with a flame that could only be put out by one thing. Her naughty bits were even more sensitive, as even the feeling of the wind was enough to keep driving her deeper and deeper into her lustful fugue. 

They’d also modified her mind, she was sure of it. Before they changed her, she was sure she never felt any kind of… arousal, any kind of delight from servitude. It was merely something to be done because she was a slave to her planetoid overlords. Now though, the thought of following, of being an obedient slave, to serving a Master or Mistress, it was like adding wood to a fire. Her mouth would water, her lower lips would become slick. A sudden desire would take over her and her nipples would harden. They’d even changed how she responded to pain. Before she’d hated it, feared experiencing it, but now. May remembered how they’d tested it on her after, how… how the whip, how it made her knees weak, how she’d been paralyzed by the dichotomy of pain and pleasure running through her, how it made her slick. Then there was just… just the sight of everyone and everything, how, how she couldn’t keep those lewd thoughts out of her mind. Every being she saw, she fantasized over, her old planetoid Masters, the horned elf women and their cow girl slaves, fellow humans.

Even pets.

No, she didn’t want to escape, even if her restraints did come off and if she could run out of there, where would she go? The only thing that mattered now was finally, finally, shoving her fingers into her cunt and fucking herself until she’d cum enough to flood the room, and then some. She couldn’t take it any more, she needed release, to be allowed to play with herself, but her new Masters didn’t let her. her old Masters let her, they fucked her, and let her cum all over their forms, absorbing her juices. These Masters though? They tied her up, locked her away and then left her alone with all the other moaning wrecks that had been sold to them unless they wanted something. 

Somewhere down the hall, May could hear the sound of the various slaves here growing louder and louder. She could hear the sound of loud moans, the rattling of chains; she could hear the sound of the tentacle beast slapping it’s tendrils against its case and more of the slaves crying out as they struggled. For a moment May nearly feared, feared something might be about to happen to all of them. Were they about to be captured again, this time by some horrid person eating hive? She’d heard from one of her plant Masters that there was some kind of alien out there that was ravenously hungry and would eat people. She didn’t want to be eaten by the alien dolphin people! 

But then she heard the sound of heeled footsteps, and realised it was only their Master, walking along their path and likely with a buyer going by the other footsteps along side hers. The empire made porno vids of their slaves after all to advertise them and their sexual prowess. Usually they were tossed into a room with another slave while pumped so full of aphrodisiacs to make it impossible not to fuck. 

May wasn’t getting her hopes up, not like the other prisoners. Why would those hot and sexy supermodels want a pathetic creature like her? Not to mention with the race being all female and unless they were lesbians they wouldn’t want her. No, they’d want the tentacles. Shivering May remembered her times with the tentacle beasts and them how they violated her by driving their tentacles into her without remorse. The first time they’d shoved her in a room with them she’d tried to run, tried to scream and flee in some way only to be brought in. Unable to help herself May’s hips started to thrust again, her eyelids drooped a bit as she remembered, how it’d grabbed her naked form, how it tied her down and secured her before moving in with it’s massive bulk. How it slid against her, wrapping her up as it squeezed her breasts, its tentacles sliding into her ass and cunt. Its main mass went for her mouth and despite how she hated that they changed her, thank God for the plant aliens and how they changed her mouth and throat. Otherwise she wasn’t sure she’d have survived as it made her throat bulge out. As she remembered it, her mouth started to hang open, her tongue lolling out a bit.

The footsteps came to a stop in front of her cell of all things, and May tried to refocus, pulling her thoughts back and saw three figures. All three of them were drop dead gorgeous and sculpted to perfection. Her current owner was almost like a fertility goddess from ancient Earth, immense in all the right places from her ass to her hips to her breasts, with a big pregnant belly to boot. She strutted about in only high heels and had no shame regarding her body. How May wished for her to sit with her, and make her drain the alien of her milk to relieve her of such a heavy burden. The other two weren’t as impressive, though the one, the slave version of the species that owned her was similar to her Mistress, even pregnant as well. The thing May noticed most, other than her delicious sexual features, was that slave’s horns were more pronounced and her body had splotches all over it in a cow print like pattern. She looked around lazily, happily playing with her leash that the other woman was holding. 

Of the three she was the least impressive. Her breasts were tiny in comparison, a B cup at most while her hair was cut short in a red pixie cut, though her hips were nice and her ass stuck out. She was taller than the others as well, but not by much. Of the two she was the only one not pregnant and in clothing which looked like some kind of evolution of a tribal outfit. It was effectively just a muscle shirt that had a long loincloth like part that went over her crotch that left her thick hips easy to see and appreciate. May’s owner started to play at the side of the door, and suddenly May realised that she, of all the slaves here, had been picked. She stilled, not really knowing what to do, or what she might need to do as a slave. 

No doubt it would have something to do with sex. When May had been transported through their cities, the thing that struck May had been how everything was about sex. There were advertisements for what looked like dildos, butt plugs, toys, sex slaves, and various other sexual and pornographic materials all over. More than a few billboards had just been some woman in some kind of ceremonial garb getting her holes violated by tentacles for all to see. Another one had even gotten one of her fellow slaves laughing. When she’d asked a fellow slave what was so funny about some ad they’d passed, she told May that she was laughing at the fact that the average welfare package for someone included a dildo, butt plug, food vouchers, and a discount pass for the state owned brothels.

The trio entered May’s room and the small breasted one strutted forth to her. The tall slave owner’s soft and delicate fingers came down to just above her breasts, and then trailed up May’s collar bone and neck. May was forced to look at the one who she was obviously going to be sold to. The modified human stayed silent, and the horned woman’s fingers eventually stopped exploring as they reached her chin. Then they slid up and demanded entry into May’s mouth. Like a good slave she obliged, taking her soon to be Mistress’ fingers into her mouth, and suckling on them. Unable to contain herself May bobbed her head, her hips mimicking her mouth’s moves while her breath grew more excited. A slight moan came from May and that got the horned woman to giggle a bit before she pulled away. On instinct May followed those fingers, but as she turned away May noticed something. The woman had a cock. A bulge pushing the loin cloth out a bit, not enough to be completely obvious, but it was there, and she could see the outline of the… thick, massive thing. Something deep in May, likely engineered to, suddenly yearned for it, wanted to touch it, to suck it, to be forced down by that woman and driven into ecstasy. A fantasy that might soon become a reality. 

The cock wielding woman turned to her owner. “Bring her to where you pack up your slaves, but don’t actually pack her up; I want to do it myself.”

May shivered a bit, her pussy already dripping as she wondered what her new owner wanted with her in there. No doubt it would be sexual, especially as the cock her new Mistress had was already growing harder and pushing out more. Soon enough the loin cloth won’t be able to preserve her Mistress’ modesty. Her old owner gave a respectful nod. “Of course Mister Rhalof, we’ll have everything prepared for you.”

That’s a man!?

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May’s old Mistress moved her to the packing bay, which really was a smallish room filled to the brim with toys and specialty cases in all sizes. Perfect for stuffing a slave into while they were moved from one place to another, and even better, they had their own power source, oxygen supply, and filtration system. All of course miniaturised as to save on space. While the plant aliens had enslaved the human race, they at least in terms of sexual slavery seem to be complete rank armatures, or at least don’t have a fetish for sexual transportation. For a moment, May just stood in the room, waiting for Mistress to pack her up, to fill her with toys and tie her down. Once packed, she’d be shipped off to her new owner’s estate, to be made into a present for her owner to open up. The thoughts racing through May’s head filled her mind and made her legs shake. She could feel herself starting to drip as well, yet her Mistress did nothing. For a moment, May’s curiosity was enough to push past her urges, her urge to obey, to do as she was told. So she rebelled and looked behind her.

Mistress was not there, she’d left at some point. Once more curious, May was about to shift away from her spot, when there was the sound of foot steps, and May returned to her presentation pose as the doors opened. Someone walked in and May desperately wanted to look to see who it was, but remained still, trying to look like she’d obeyed as she was supposed to.

“What a lovely slave you are,” she heard from behind, from her new Master as he came up behind her and pressed his body against hers. She was smaller than him for sure as he pressed his… his thick cock against her legs and his breasts against her back. His hands came forward started to feel her up while his head rested on hers. “To think the Quelton found such a perfect species to enslave, oh if only we’d found you first. Don’t you agree slave?”

“I… I don’t know Master,” May answered her lisp slipping in as she tried to say “master”. As he kept touching her, May’s breath grew heavier in his presence, pressed up against her like that.

“Really? Now why is that? What makes you question that it might possibly be better for you to labour away, chained with responsibilities, with duties you have that weigh you down? We know what you… Hoomans are like. So slutty, so breedable. Mmmmh, there are a few traits that aren’t so desirable, that strange tentacle cock on your menfolk that clashes with the rest of your body, but over all, your species seem almost like the Caldim. Perfectly submissive and utterly needing that collar.” For a moment May had to blink, a bit incredulous. Did… did her new owner think she was naturally like this? As she was about to answer though, her new owner lifted his head off hers and started to nibble on her ear, a moan came to her lips as she let out a shuddering breath. Yet, her Master asked a question, and she needed to answer.

“M-Master, please forgive me, but this is not natural. I… my species, we’re not like this. Some of, ah, us are kind of like, submissive. But, but others are dominant. I… I was neither until… until the plants made me like this,” May said her lisp dominating her words and turning every utterance of “s” into a “th”. Her Master stopped nibbling on her sensitive pointy elven ears before pulling away from her and strutted to her front. He took her chin in his hand and lifted it so she was looking straight at him.

“Truly? Why don’t you tell me what is unnatural about you, hmm?” he asked and May nodded.

“Yes Master. My old Masters, they made me submissive, I… it feels good and natural to want to serve you, to suck you’re cock Master. I want to… I want to serve you, but I wasn’t like that before. My ears aren’t natural, and neither is my chest, my hips, my ass, all of them were made bigger, and my back hole isn’t supposed to be so clean and slick. Then I… I want to be fucked by animals, and by aliens when I thought it was gross before. My pussy is so sensitive Master, and… and I… when I am pleasuring something, it’s almost natural to know what to do, how to best pleasure them, and even when I’m not fucking, I can’t help but think about it, and want it. None of that is natural Master; all of it is changes by the plant aliens,” as she continued on, the more she said, the higher her new owner’s eyebrows rose. As she finished he nodded along and took his feminine hand off her chin and struck a pose similar to a human thinking.

“By the Goddesses, that’s quite a few changes, either the Quelton have gotten better than us at genetic modification while we weren’t looking, or you hoomans are practically a geneticist’s wet dream. Maybe I ought to fill my slave stables with more of your kind, especially un-modified hoomans if I can, why your species would be perfect for just about anything if you’re telling the truth,” he said while May nodded.

“If I told a lie Master, it is because I believe it to be true,” she said and her Master nodded before sighing.

“If only the state were in a better position to act, we might gain ourselves a lovely set of new slaves, but you’re people will have to suffer under inferior masters for now. At least you and those lucky few brought to our grand empire have the privilege to serve the true masters of the galaxy,” he said, making a grand gesture around as if he had an audience that was more than his heavily pregnant slave and May. May wasn’t exactly sure what made his race so much more superior to the plant creatures who’d modified and changed her so, but if her new owner truly was better than the plants, then he would show her the reason soon enough.

“Well, lets get you ready for transport my little Hooman slave,” her alien Master said, and May shivered with some excitement, especially as her Master walked forth towards the various toys that were there to keep the slave entertained during the ride. 

“Now let’s see,” her Master said before turning to her, her hand on one of the larger toys there, something akin to a human cock with a knot at the base. “I’m going to let you decide how you’re going to spend your trip to my estate. Now you will be in one of those boxes, that’s non negotiable, but, as a generous Master I will- Yes Dee Dee?”

While her Master had been talking, May hadn’t noticed that the other slave had gotten closer. She had a hand up and she almost seemed to bounce on the spot when her Master called on her. The aforementioned “Dee Dee” smiled widely as she was called on. “Master, may this slave be transported too?”

This brought a smile to their Master’s face as he gave a short chuckle before shaking his head. “No no, I want you with me, remember? Once we get back I’ll have the others lock you in the stocks.”

As he said that, Dee Dee blushed and her hands came together over her pregnant belly, though her smile never wavered for even a moment. Their Master shook his head before looking to May. 

“Now, what would you like? As I understand you Hoomans have been modified to be able to take great big cocks,” as he said that he hefted the big knotted dildo. It was as big as a horse’s cock, something the plants loved to have their human slaves ride getting fucked by strapping them to the underside of horses or other large beasts, effectively making them cock sleeves for their riding pets. 

It wasn’t even a question as May pointed to the toy that her Master was standing by, her legs knocking together, her arousal nearly dripping. She dug her fingers into her hands to try to keep herself from reaching, but it would likely be a losing battle soon. Her Master quirked his brow, and with a hand picked up the toy to bring it forth to May. He then dropped it on its base by her, while she stood there enraptured by it. She started to make a move for it but both the cow girl beside her and her Master held her back. 

“Not yet slave, not until you pick the other,” he said before walking back. The pregnant cow girl’s grip tightened as she got behind May. Her large belly and lovely breasts pressing against May’s back, and she almost wanted to try to turn around, and touch the cow girl. She wanted to grab the girl’s tits, or rub her belly, and suckle her milky mammalries. But held as she was May couldn’t leaving only watching her Master’s feminine form, her half hard cock peaking out from her dress as she strutted about, one hand fiddling with the loincloth section of her dress as she went to another section. This part had all the stuff that May knew was supposed to go into her ass, the big plugs, the strings of various sized balls, the hooks, and a few others that May couldn’t really make hide or hair of. 

“Now slave, you will select what will fill your ass, and how you wish to enhance your experience with your nice big cock,” he said, his cock slowly hardening as he looked over May, one hand idly stroking himself while staring at her before looking back at the toys, seeming to admire them. Then as he stood still, his thick tail wagging, his dress slipped to the side, and May could see the hint of something big and round underneath his tail, right where his ass likely is. May… wasn’t even sure why she was surprised. The planetoid men had acted rather similarly to how human men had acted, shying away from toys, more using them to manipulate their female slaves and their women, but never on themselves. Though, considering that apparently all of their welfare packages contained them, and with how feminine this species’ males seem to be, it kind of made sense. 

Each of the toys May knew intimately, Mistress having tested them out on her along with on every other female alien here. Seeing what they could and could not take. Each brought pleasures of different kinds, but… 

“Ah, a good choice,” her Master said as she’d started to focus on one of them, a massive string of anal beads, and as he grabbed them, they started to vibrate, making May’s pussy twitch in anticipation as she watched him come closer with the beads hanging off of a ring. As he approached May’s fingers twitched, and she bit one of her big fat lips in anticipation as her new Master came forth with the toy in hand. 

“Dee Dee, bend her over, have her kiss that lovely thing in front of her,” Dee Dee didn’t hesitate a moment as she slid up to May, one hand on her shoulder while another reached between her legs and touched her pussy, making May squirm and open her legs wider for the cow girl alien to get better access, but she didn’t dig in unfortunately. Letting Dee Dee guide her, May bent over at the hip, the cock she’d picked getting closer to her face as she reached her out to steady herself. As it was moments from her face, Dee Dee pressed against her pussy a bit and May was forced to adjust her position, just right so that as Dee Dee pushed her down a bit more, the cock was right at her lips. Remembering what her new Master said, May kissed it and heard Dee Dee coo at her, a hand petting her head while her other hand give her a rub down there, slight pleasure radiating from the place before Dee Dee stepped back. At the same time, May could hear the sound of her Master’s footsteps behind her, and then a new hand touching her ass.

“How lovely,” he said as he gripped down on it and pulled her cheek out a bit before pulling his hand away. “Dee Dee, hold her in place, and spread her.”

In a move of dexterity that no woman that pregnant should be able to do, Dee Dee lifted her leg over May and pressed her pelvis against May’s back, Dee Dee’s belly pressing against May. At the same time, May felt her ass being spread and now she was showing everything to her Master. May’s legs moved the small amount they could with them spread all they could do was rotate, hoping to rub them against something, but it wasn’t helping. May felt a finger back there, pressing into her ass, feeling how lubed up she now always was. May couldn’t help the slight moan that came from her mouth as she continued to kiss the cock in front of her, before then she felt her Master place the first bead against her starfish. 

“Ready slave?” he asked as May felt something caressing her ass in an almost comforting way. It was almost pleasant. 

“Yes Master,” May said as she raised her head just to say that before going back down.

“Good,” Master said before she felt him start to push into her ass. The thick toy pressing against her, spreading out her ass as May moaned at the feeling of being stretched. The bead continued to spread her out, the toy having been rather thick. Her ass expanded around it while May’s Master maintained the push into her. In a sense it felt right to be stretched out, like something was satisfying an urge that she’d had since she turned of age and was modified. As the bead continued on, and reached a point where her Master slowed down, May’s moan grew louder as her toes curled with her fingers. She wanted to bang her legs together but couldn’t disobey. Enveloped in the throes of passion, she couldn’t even think of disobeying without it sounding wrong. 

Then all at once the toy passed a point of no return, and May felt it slip into her ass properly. Her butt sucked the bead up and squeezing around the thin part between it and the next. May let out a groan, and felt the weight of the toy in her. She was already dripping but now her pussy twitched in the aftermath, feeling the thickness of the bead filling her. It… felt right to have it filling her up, like she’d been empty without it and missing out. 

Then her Master started to push another in, going a bit faster this time as she felt her ass expanding again, giving her that lovely stretching sensation before it reached it’s widest point, and then slid in, pushing the equally as large first bead into her further. As she felt the second bead enter her, May couldn’t help but gasp as she started to furiously suck in air. Her knees started to properly shake on their own, her ass felt so deliciously full, and the pressure was making her twitch faster. The feelings were too intense, and May’s mind was starting to go foggy from the sensations blasting her mind. Her eyes lost focus and it was hard to exhale any of the air in her lungs. 

Then he pushed in another, and another, May’s moans growing louder and soon enough her legs started to feel weak. Then her legs failed her, and May was being held up by Dee Dee. Her ass bounced from how she moved her hips, how she tried to hump in her fellow slave’s grip. By the fourth bead May’s mind continued to be interrupted by even the slightest movement as her eyes rolled up and she started to drool. Yet the kept going until.

“There we go, all done,” Master said after the fifth bead slid into May, the huge things filling up her ass to the brim as she slid around them. Dee Dee kept a hold of May as she slowly tried to adjust to the massive balls in her ass, making her feel so full. She could feel the hoop that could be pulled, dangling from her like a tail plug. May couldn’t keep quiet, her desperate moans filling the room as Dee Dee started to lower May down until she was kneeling on the floor with her beads in. May didn’t get up but felt someone grab her, Dee Dee probably and lift her up from her armpits, just enough for… for…

May’s eyes widened as the cock she’d chosen was pushed forth and set underneath her. She couldn’t see past her breasts now, but she knew the cock was just below her, ready to plunge in. Yet Dee Dee didn’t lower her, instead, she kept her hanging above it. May made a small moaning sound and shook her hips, the thick string hitting Dee Dee’s legs as May continued to clench down on the toy while her pathetic begging continued.

“Puh- please, I-I, I want-want… it,” she begged, the pressure and pleasure from the intensity of the beads distracting her mid sentence and giving her an intense lispy stutter. May heard the sound of giggling from her Master and as her head turned to look back at Dee Dee, she saw the cow girl trying to suppress a grin but failing miserably.

“Oh my Goddess that was adorable, open wide,” May’s Master said, suddenly in front of her as May turned back to look at him and opened her mouth without hesitation. She felt a rubber ball being placed in her mouth and a strap being wrapped around her head before it connected behind her. Master’s erection was on full display now, and May couldn’t help as her eyes were drawn to it, her mouth salivating at the thought of being fucked by it, of having that void in her pussy filled. 

“Alright, lower her,” he said and as he did, May tried to smile around her gag as Dee Dee obeyed. The cock below May started to slide in easily as Dee Dee guided her down, using her weight to plunge May onto the massive knotted cock. May moaned as she was getting stretched out, her empty hole filled with the dildo. The thing pressed up against the anal beads in her ass, increasing the pressure of the beads alongside the cock filling her. Pleasure continued to rise from her lower holes as the faux member continued its journey into her, sending through the modified human waves of delight as May’s pussy twitched and squeezed the cock she was being guided to ride. May’s eyes rolled up once again and her legs shook while she grinded on the cock, each gyration sending waves of sexual delight through her before they hit the knot. 

The knot was massive, bigger than her fist and something that would plug her up for sure. Her lips spread out around the knot while Dee Dee let go of her, and suddenly the pressure increased. May’s moans reached even higher, barely muffled by the gag as she started to try to fuck herself on the cock, and on the knot. The human slave lifted herself up, using what little strength her legs had to fuck herself on the dildo, each time slamming against the knot and going a bit further down on it. At the same time, May’s hands came up and she started to play with her big juicy breasts, adding to the sensations she was feeling. The intensity of what she was feeling in her ass, the bliss that came from the pressure generated by the size of the beads had already been disrupting her thoughts. Her tits added onto that as she stroked and caressed her breasts, squeezing them and playing with them roughly to put on a show for her Master and get a bit more pleasure.

While the cock was like the final push to heaven. May’s cries grew faster and faster as she fucked herself, continuing to drop down lower and lower, her mind blank to anything but giving herself pleasure as her eyes lost focus and the outside world became unimportant. Only fucking herself, only the sensations were what mattered. Even as her legs continued to hurt, even as her voice started to strain, the pleasure mattered more, and May could feel it coming, the sensation she’d been chasing, the orgasm she so, desperately, and dearly needed. She was… just about…

Then as May thrust down once more, she felt herself reach the zenith of the knot, before sliding around it and she let out a wail as loud as a banshees as she threw her head back. She crested the hill and like a flood gate her pussy clamped down on the dildo, her ass clenched and on instinct May dug her fingers into her breasts as her hips jerked at the rhythmic pulses flowing through her as she came. She was frozen and she moaned her delight. The sensations lasted for at least a minute of blissful delight, of mind numbing pleasure overriding her system before she slowly started to fall from that high as her Master giggled. 

“Come on, I think she’s ready to be packed up, if you think that’s good, you should wait until you’re packed, that’s when I’ll turn the vibrators on,” May could only moan in tired anticipation.

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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.

Slave to the Red Rod (Star Wars: The Old Republic)

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Vette groaned into the huge red ball gag in her mouth as her master caressed her bruised and probably purple rump, his gliding slowly over them, with just the very tips sliding alongside her pussy, never touching. She could feel herself quivering down there as she anticipated her master to touch it at any moment, giving her a spark of pleasure from the touch, yet he didn’t move his hand close enough to do it, but only just beside it. Bent over with her wrists cuffed and being held by a chain from the ceiling, Vette could do nothing as her master continued to caress her abused backside.

However, just as it seemed his hand would leave without even having touched her wet sex, with only a finger still on her, it circled around her butt once more before sliding down and gliding across her slavering pussy. Vette shivered as her lower lips were finally stimulated by her master. Vette tensed as she felt her master’s hand plant itself over her pussy, driving his fingers into her, causing Vette to groan and her hands reached to grab the chain so that she had at least something to grip as her master began to play with her. Then her master put another hand on her that slid down underneath her body, cupping one of her hanging breasts, while his fingers pinched her nipple. Vette felt her breath begin to speed up as her master began to pleasure her more, filling her head with lust as was his want.

Her eye’s half lidded, and with drool beginning to fall from Vette’s gagged mouth, Vette was feeling herself being driven closer and closer as pleasure filled her. Her hips shook and rolled at her master’s ministrations, his rough fingers seeming to find all of her favourite spots to touch her and drive her crazy with desire. Vette was pretty sure he was cheating with his force powers, seeing what she enjoyed most when he finally began to play with her after tanning her ass.

Her master chuckled in his deep voice, and began to drive his fingers into her harder. Vette moaned louder as he sped up, hitting her g-spot with while at the same time rubbing her clit and teasing her breasts, using the force on the other one that he didn’t have a hand for. The sounds of chains was the only sound other than Vette’s moans and the shlicking of fingers into her pussy that resounded in the room as Vette writhed from the sensations she was being put through. Vette’s master had her wrapped around his fingers as he continued to drive her closer and closer to ecstasy.

Vette’s breathing began to slow and her writhing did as well as she could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm as her master toyed with her. No matter what her master could bring her to orgasm in seconds as he played and toyed with her. He’d had enough time playing with her to know her spots inside and out, touching her in just the right way to bring her to the edge of climax in seconds. She was practically putty in his hands as he manipulated her body so that even if her mind was free, her body was a slave.

Whenever they were alone or even with others, so long as they weren’t in an active combat zone, Vette felt herself drawn to her master. She’d often find herself clinging onto her master and rubbing up against him when they were in their civies, her master having not only won her loyalty and dedication, but the loyalty and dedication of her body. It reacted to his very presence, causing her to blush and squirm whenever she saw him out of his armour and saw his chiseled pecs through his all to tight shirts. He knew what he was doing to her, and she was pretty sure he was doing it on purpose.

Vette ceased up, feeling herself about to… about to!

 

Vette’s world of awesome pleasure and wild ecstasy was transformed in a moment into the hard blast of pain causing her to cease up in another way as she lost control of her body, twitching and screaming through her gag as the shock collar sent lightning through her body. Despite the pain however, her master continued to press into her, just a bit, just enough for there to be pleasure to go alongside the pain as she clenched her pussy around his fingers uncontrollably.

Finally, the shocks ended and Vette was left limp. She nearly fell to her knees. There was only so much strength in her legs before she couldn’t take it any more, and her master had had her like this for a while. The fingers in her didn’t move, and were the only thing supporting her alongside her chained wrists, everything else was limp. Yet her arousal was still there, pulled away from her climax sure, but it was still there, itching to flare up once more as she wished her master would continue to pleasure her, to use her however he liked. It didn’t help that over the years she’d learned to enjoy the shocks, how despite the pain it made her nipples stand on end and wetted her pussy whenever she was shocked. She’d always been good at hiding it from everyone, everyone except for her master.

Vette’s master pulled away from her breasts and instead walked behind her, gripping her hips, as she slowly found the strength to stand on her own, rather than collapse immediately. He pulled his fingers out from her wet sex, and while she wished to whine, she couldn’t find the strength to after how he toyed with her. When she felt a thick, familiar hot rod pressing up against her pussy, her head which had fallen forward shot back up, her eyes wide and sparkling with anticipation.

Another deep chuckle, yet he didn’t thrust it in her, he didn’t plunder and take what was his. Rather he waited, and Vette whined and groaned as she did what little she could to try to convince him to use his slave, to take his pleasure with her body as she rubbed her pussy up and down his cock, slicking it with her pussy, and hopefully pleasuring him with her needy desire for his cock.

“What a needy slave,” her master said, his hands caressing her ass as he stood behind her. Vette found herself nodding vigorously, desperate for her master’s cock. She was so worked up that she likely would do anything for him at this point to finally orgasm, to finally be driven to the heights of pleasure due to him.

“You know, I like you like this, all needy and desperate. Maybe I should leave you like this for a time?” her master said and Vette froze, her eyes wide as she realised the implications. It had happened a few times before, where her master would leave her at the end of their session without finally driving her over the edge. He had an evil device he would fit on her that kept her from touching herself and finally making her cum. A steel thing called a chastity belt that a fellow Sith by the name of Darth Imperius had suggested to her master. Despite knowing that it was useless, Vette still squirmed in her restraints, and cried through her gag, begging her master use her, to fuck her, and to make her cum.

Yet, deep down, another part of Vette desperately wanted her master to lock her in the belt, to leave her horny on the ship, unable to do anything about it as her mind was filled with erotic thoughts of how her master would ravage her once he returned.

Vette moaned as she felt her master’s red cock slide along her pussy before plunging itself into her. She gave little resistance to her master, her lower lips accustomed to accepting his red rod. She felt him lean over her, his muscled bare chest, so chiseled and firm, on her back as he reached forward with his strong muscled arms.

“But I want you to be with me,” he whispered to her, and Vette shivered as his voice rumbled through her, causing her scalp to tingle while his cock drove further in as he leaned in to whisper.

“I know,” her master said as his rough hand cupped her breasts as he began to thrust into her, driving his cock into her deep as with each thus, a wave of pleasure blasted through her. Vette let out a long moan as her master rocked her world, churning her insides as she did her best to match her master’s pace, using what little leverage she had with the chain to drive herself back so that he slammed into her. Her tits, her pussy, the only thing she wished was that her master would have used a plug on her, filling her up even more so that she could be completely stuffed like half the twi’lek slave girls on Nar’Shadda likely were.

Vette was quickly reaching towards her peak as the power of her orgasm grew, and grew with each thrust. Her breathing quickened again as she felt like she was on the knife's edge again. What must have been hours of edging finally coming closer to an end, she would finally get the orgasm that she’d been chasing ever since the start of their little session. Her master had denied her thus far each time but now, she could feel it coming closer, she was nearly there, it had built up in her and, and…

Her back arched and Vette was paralyzed as an explosive orgasm ripped through her. Vette’s eyes and mouth were left wide open, and yet, Vette could not scream. Her pussy clamped down on her master’s member, squeezing down and trying to milk his cock for everything it had as her eyes rolled back, the pleasure having blasted her mind into a crater as she saw white. As she was cumming she felt her knees begin to grow weak as she felt herself barely able to hold herself up. Her master however grabbed her hips and lifted her back up, holding her up with just his own strength as he continued to fuck her, driving his cock into her slutty snatch, and with each thust a wave of ecstasy followed.

Finally, Vette’s master pulled her down one last time onto his cock with a grunt, and she felt a warm feeling fill her as he held her close. His cum pumping into her as her pussy milked him for everything he had while the two of them breathed hard from their fun. The two stayed for a few moments, catching their breath and waiting for the sensations to subside. Finally, with the force, Vette’s cuffs were undone, and she felt herself being picked up. Her master’s cock fell out of her pussy and she whined at it’s loss, to which her master simply chuckled. He carried her to his bed and placed her on it before laying down himself. Immediately, Vette turned on the bed and wrapped herself around her Sith lord lover as his arms wrapped around her as well, pulling her close.

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“Ah Sith spit, why’d you leave the gag in? I feel like my jaw’s going to fall off! You’re so buying me a butt plug for that you nerf!” Vette complained as she and her lover got off the ship. The Wrath had to hide a chuckle and a smile behind his mask.

A Slave from Lashkhad (Original)

 

Premise: Been making my own fantasy world for a while and I thought I might as well bring some of the sexier world building up here. As such, enjoy some hentai elf sex slave getting fucked by an Orc and the head wife.

 

Started writing this months ago and then I just never finished it. Same setting as the previous snippet but based in a different part of the crumbling elven Empire.

 

Any and all feedback would be highly appreciated

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Pasiphae stirred the cooking pot in her master’s abode, keeping the soup from burning and trying her best to keep her chains from rattling and disturbing the babies that were sleeping in the sleeping area of the semi-permanent huts that her master and his wife had built up. Apparently, back in the old days before the orcs had settled the land here and created their camp, they were a nomadic people and might have moved on, but due to a dwarven fortress to the east, and the elves, Pasiphae’s people, establishing themselves in the west and now most recently in the north cutting off all chances of migrating from this place what with the mountains directly to the south, they had nowhere to go, so they established a permanent encampment here.

 

This had unfortunately led to them beginning to raid the outer lands of the Dwarven fortress of Uhmkazid, and, the southeastern lands of the Elves of Lashkhad, where her village had been. For a moment Pasiphae’s stirring slowed, as she thought of her home, thinking of the fields that her father tended… thought of how… they cut him down. The orcs had arrived without warning. One moment she was helping milk her mother of her sweet milk, something they were planning on using for Dad’s birthday breakfast, nice sweet milk from mother to go with Mom’s special berry bread she’d made. It, it was... Pasiphae put the stirring spoon to the side of the stew pot, feeling some tears well up in her eyes, and to keep herself from crying, she breathed deeply through her mouth. There was no one to see her cry so Pasiphae didn’t hide the expression that slid across her face as she did her best to keep from crying, to keep from waking the babes. She, they didn’t need to be woken up. They needed their sleep. Even so, Pasiphae didn’t know if she could hold the sounds she might make in, so she backed away from the pot, trying her best to keep her chains from rattling as she leaned back against the main support beam that helped hold up the roof. Pasiphae slid down it, her now bountiful breasts bouncing as her round bubble butt hit the wood floor.

 

Reaching forward, Pasiphae slid her arms around her knees and pulled them close, or as close as she could. Her stomach was very large at this point, her, her master, had been using her the moment he got her, using her, making her, making her feel things she had never felt before. Now, she was as round as Mom had been when Pasiphae had been milking her of her sweet milk and had sweet milk of her own, and breasts that went out as far as her belly, though were nowhere near as large. Pasiphae buried her head into her breasts, using them to muffle her sounds as she tried her best to keep from crying. She, she needed to keep her stew from burning, or her master would be angry with her.

 

But even as she tried, Pasiphae couldn’t keep from thinking back to her home, thinking of her friends, Soteria, Thea, Tryphon, how she might never see them again. Elves were long-lived but would she ever be free? Pasiphae’s village was supposed to be safe from attacks because of the soldiers nearby, but that hadn’t stopped the orcs, and with the threat of the Gnolls coming in from the northern desert, what if she was just left here, to be bred and milked like cattle for her orc master? They wouldn’t do that… would they?

 

Yet it had already been years since she had been captured. She’d already had two children for her master, and apparently, according to the orc’s shaman who had seen to her health, and, who gave the drugs that made her feel good when her master had his way with her, had told her master that “he had strong seed” and that Pasiphae would be bearing twins. How many more would she bear? How many more could she bear? What would happen if she couldn’t bear anymore? What if she died while giving birth? Dad had said that Mom had nearly died with her, and if it wasn’t for the will of the Goddess Bount, neither of them would have made it.

 

Then, Pasiphae heard a noise from outside. Looking up, she began to pick herself up; her chains rattling as she hurriedly tried her best to wipe the tears away that had been welling up. Her master wouldn’t care about her tears, but her master’s wife, she would mock Pasiphae and degrade her whenever she saw the opportunity.

 

From the entrance of the hut, Pasiphae saw her master and his wife come in. The pig-snouted orc grumbled as he entered the abode, not bothering to even take off his mud-caked fur boots as he entered the hut, instead of heading straight for the large fur bed and sat down heavily with a deep groan. His wife on the other hand walked past Pasiphae, looking down her own pig-nosed snout at her as she approached the stew, grabbing what looked like a dwarven crafted ladle, likely stolen during a raid, and scooping up some of the stew, giving it a deep sniff as she did so before she started digging into the pouch she had on her fur armour.

 

“Cooome heeere,” Pasiphae’s master called to her, and Pasiphae nodded, turning away from the stew she had been making. She already knew what her master wanted as he tossed off his fur jacket, a sparkle in his eyes and a grin on his lips as she went to him, her eyes downcast, unable to look him in the eyes. As she came close, Pasiphae’s master reached over to the side of the bed, where there were some drinking horns that had been left from the night previous, from the last time her master had enjoyed her. Pulling the stoppers on one, he passed it to Pasiphae, and she took it gratefully.

 

Some of the orcs enjoyed it when they were causing suffering in their slaves, hurting them and beating them when they wished. Others, like her own master, found it amusing to see the “oh so civilized people” be driven to their baser instincts, becoming animals filled with lust and other emotions brought on by the shaman’s drugs. They also made things easier. Things were alright when she drank from the horns, but she wasn’t allowed them unless they were going to be sleeping together, too expensive, judging by how every time her master got them he would have a long time bartering it down to the lowest he could get it with what he had brought back from the hunts.

 

Even so, it was the small mercies that her master gave her that kept her from completely falling to despair, that and her sons who she nursed. Two strong boys, both of them half-orcs, and both, destined to fight for the orc tribe if they weren’t rescued. Pasiphae drank from the potion deeply, feeling light-headed as the fumes of the thing entered her lungs, and she started to feel a bit dizzy, and, as she pushed her legs together, a bit warmer down there.

 

Pasiphae passed the horn back, barely able to keep still as the warmth in her continued to bloom into a fire within, her legs rubbed together and she crossed her arms under her breasts, trying her best to keep from bringing them up to her tits, as she knew her master was able to give her more pleasure from suckling on them. Already, Pashiphae could see that her master was getting hard as he watched her squirm and shift she the drugs took hold of her, spreading a deep blush across her cheeks while her slit, exposed due to the slave clothing she wore, became slick and moist.

 

Her master reached down and had to fight with his pants to release his hidden monster, grunting a bit as one of the knots decided to be a tougher problem than usual. Pasiphae herself had no such problem, her outfit is designed to be worn while she was used by her master. It was a one-piece thing made of yak leather that was split down the middle. She would insert her legs through some leg holes, and pull the straps up so that they stayed on, then she would tie up the strings so that the thing kept together and actually supported her breasts, while still leaving access to her lower holes if a master wanted to have a go at her. Her breasts were uncovered to, a waste of leather according to her master. It was rather light for the weather, but then that was the point. In the mountains, it was almost always cold, and slaves, unless they knew how to survive with barely any clothing on, wouldn’t last long if they escaped. Not that she could really escape. Not with her sons here, as she didn’t trust the witch of a wife her master had to even keep them safe and healthy, and in the days when she wasn’t heavily pregnant, she was chained up to the main support beam by her collar, in addition to the chains she already wore that slowed her movement and kept her from spreading her arms out. In truth, she suspected that the only reason her master kept her in chains was that he liked the look of them on her. He certainly liked the collar she wore, since his wife, wore a similar one, only with a band of gold around it instead of it just being plain iron.

 

As Pasiphae gazed at her master, he made a spinning motion with his hand, while his other held a different horn. Pasiphae recognized what was about to happen, and blushed harder as she did as her master commanded, turning around, and not even needing a prompting before she bent over and presented herself to him. Her master made an amused sound as she did so, and the Pasiphae heard the pop of a cork being taken out of the horn that her master held. There was the sound of shifting behind her before finally, Pasiphae felt the hand of her master begin to caress her ass, his fingers slippery and slimy as he began to touch her back there, sliding thick fingers into the crack of her ass, spreading lube on it. She was pregnant after all, and the orcs had a custom about only being allowed to fucking their pregnant wives and concubine in the ass, otherwise, they would hurt the baby.

 

Pasiphae felt the pinkie of her master begin to circle her hole, making it shift and twitch in anticipation, knowing what would be happening soon. The elf felt herself begin to pant as her master started to push his finger into her. It didn’t hurt, not after her master used her regularly, but it still felt good to have something in there as her master got her ready. He could do this for a long time, fucking her with his fingers, driving up her lust as he pleasured her ass with his fingers, waiting patiently for her to do what he wanted. The thing he wanted, was for Pasiphae to beg for his cock, to fuck her like the whorish animal that she was, to show him that she was lower than even they were, that the elven pretence of superiority was a lie.

 

Pasiphae, maybe once had held that belief, that the elves were superior, that they were superior because their great nation had survived the fall of the empire. Lashkhad had faced off against the gnollish hordes that the regular army had fled from, they’d not only braved them but defeated them, then drove them back into the desert from their camps by the oases. Every child knew the story of the great rangers.

 

Yet they’d been unable to defend them, defend their village from the barbarous orcs, and they’d been unable to save them. There had to be hundreds of slaves here, being used by their orc masters. Some were used as cattle, being milked and impregnated. Pasiphae had seen them, being guided on ropes with their hands behind their backs and their breasts exposed to the cold open air. She’d seen the slave auctions, where humans from the east along with orcs and even the dwarves looked them up and down like property, fondling them, touching them. Pasiphae remembered staring at an elf girl who was heavily pregnant, cuffed in irons, a blindfold, and being led around on a leash like an animal, dragging her heavily pregnant body along the grass while her master sold her milk and sold… other things.

 

“M-master,” Pasiphae called out, barely capable of breathing properly as her mind wandered back from the lewd and erotic sights she’d seen while here. Pasiphae felt her master’s thick finger spreading her out for his wonderous cock, spurring on a fire that the drugs had fuelled. She, she needed it. Once she’d been able to resist for much longer as he played with her, feeling her up, and once, the drug had been needed to even begin to light the fire in her. Now though, now she always had that lewd fire burning inside of her, wanting it, desiring her master’s cock. It was the only time when she could forget the world, forget how she’d been left behind by the civilization, or worse yet, that the orcs were winning, that she was going to be contributing to their war effort with her half-orc children.

 

She didn’t want to be responsible for it. She didn’t want to contribute to the war effort that had taken her and made a slave out of her. She wanted to be free, but at the same time, she couldn’t help the dark part, the lewd part that desired the sweet sanctuary that the shaman’s drugs gave her. Pasiphae loved how they made her feel hot and bothered, how they made her crave and desire cock, how when she took them they made the world so much more bearable, because when she took them her master would make her feel good, and her mind would go blank.

 

“Please, cock, I… I want cock… please,” Pasiphae asked, trying to keep her voice down for the children, her children, her master’s children, all of them. Then she felt it, her master’s cock, the thick slab of meat that had made her feel so good, that had made life, in addition to being allowed to keep her children, bearable. Her master slid his cock into Pasiphae, slowly stretching her out as the lube made the entrance slick. Pasiphae’s mouth opened as she started to cry out but her master’s wife was ready, sticking a large leather ball in her mouth and sliding a strap over her head. Pasiphae cried into the leather ball gag her master’s wife had stuck in her mouth, muffling the cry of pleasure that Pasiphae began to release as her master slid into her slowly, ever so slowly, filling her ass up with thick green orcish meat. Pasiphae’s eyes rolled back as her master bottomed out in her ass, his large balls pressing against her slavering pussy, warming up her already sweltering crotch. Her elven ass twitched and clenched on the intruder, massaging his dick and pleasing Pasiphae as the contractions drove through her.

 

Soon, however, it wasn’t enough for her master as he gripped Pasiphae’s ass, and began to thrust into her. Driving his cock in and out of Pasiphae’s ass, making pig-like snorts with each thrust. Pasiphae herself moaned and grunted in unison from the fucking as her master with each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through her, causing her ass to clench around his member as he violated her ass in a way that made her feel so good. Filling a void in her that she felt whenever he wasn’t playing with her ass that she never wished to admit. She missed his cock when he was away, she missed how he held her close after they fucked, after he pleased himself with her and rubbed her belly, how he’d slowly been addicting her with his drugs to his cock that soon enough he might not even need them in order to make her feel good, to make her submit to her whorish desires. The only good things these days is caring for her children and fucking, how could she resist? She’d been here for years with no sign of rescue. She could do nothing except enjoy the feeling of being fucked, ride the waves of pleasure, and love when her master fucked more children into her, filling her belly up like her mother’s had been the day they’d all been captured, and milking her bountiful breasts of their sweet milk.

 

Arms wrapped themselves under Pasiphae’s arms as she felt herself get pulled up and then onto her back, onto her master’s stomach. She felt his strong and powerful hands then retreat and grip onto her ass as her master spread her legs with his own so that her soaked and dripping pussy was exposed. Her eyes rolling back, Pasiphae noticed that her master’s wife was kneeling on the bed with what looked like a strange orangey-brown protrusion from her waist attached to some kind of harness. Pasiphae tried to say something but all that came out was a questioning sound before she felt her master press into her again, turning that questioning sound into a pleasured moan.

 

Rather than explain, Pasiphae’s master’s wife just crawled forward until she was over top of her, grabbing one of Pasiphae’s breasts while suckling the other, drinking in her milk. Pasiphae moaned once again as she felt the protrusion press against and then enter into her pussy, penetrating her ignored and needy pussy. Soon enough the wife had begun to fuck her. It was against orc custom as Pasiphae understood it, and she mentally thanked the gods for it happening. She hadn’t been fucked in her pussy for months now, and despite herself, she found that her fingers couldn’t compare to her master, and while this wasn’t as good as that, it still felt amazing to get anything bigger than her fingers in there. The wife began at an even more brutal speed of her thrusts, thrusting the faux phallus in as deep as it would go before pulling back to thrust once more. Pasiphae couldn’t help herself but cry out in joy as her pussy was finally being fucked while her master was fucking her ass, the two cocks pressing against the wall between them and the one the wife was fucking her with was hitting just right, that wonderful special spot as she thrust. She felt like she was going to burst, that the bubble of lust within her was finally reaching its peak, each thrust blowing the bubble up bigger, and bigger, and bigger as pleasure rocked Pasiphae’s system. It was getting to be too much!

 

With a final set of grunts, Pasiphae’s master let out a final grunt as he hilted himself in her once again, and she felt his cock twitch. Pasiphae felt the hot cum of her master filling her ass with his wondrous seed as she continued to try to fuck his hard cock, but he held her close so she could barely move as he unloaded into her ass, all the while, his wife kept fucking her, going even harder now and Pasiphae’s eyes rolled back as finally the bubble burst, she seized up and arched her back, crying out in ecstasy into her gag as she came, her ass milking her master’s cock while her pussy tried to coax out anything from the metal cock that the wife was fucking her with. Pasiphae felt the wife pull away from her and her master pushed her forwards once more, landing on her hands and knees. Suddenly she felt her master begin to continue to thrust into her, prolonging her orgasm as her master sent more and more pleasure through her from her ass, while his wife came forth with jars.

 

Pasiphae’s master grabbed her arms and pulled them up from the bed, exposing her breasts to the wife as he continued to fuck her while at the same time barely holding her still. The wife reached out and grabbed a flopping nipple, and keeping a hold of it despite the leaking milk. With expert hands, she began to pinch Pasiphae’s nipple and draw it down, milking a spurt of milk into the jar. Pasiphae moaned in a suspiciously bovine way as the milking only added onto the overwhelming pleasure that was melting Pasiphae’s mind. It was too much the elven maiden, and Pasiphae came again, just from her ass and breasts.