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.

A Cipher’s Work is Never Done (SWTOR)

 

Premise: While waiting for the results of the Cyclone tests, Cipher 9 decides to take up some extra work on the side in order to take out some enemies of the Empire, spy on a few unsuspecting Republic dogs, and to practice a few of her skills.

 

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Cipher 9 giggled at the man’s joke as she leaned into his much larger and heavily muscled form as they walked. The man was a Republican, military officer by the same of Thaddeus Skyblaster, who’d won the Republic many key victories throughout the previous war, which had delayed the advance of the Imperial army on three planets. Imperial intelligence had a significant bounty on his head but he’d been more than a match for three different bounty hunters here on Nar Shadda.

 

Despite this, it hadn’t been hard for Cipher 9 to gain Thaddeus’ attention as she’d danced on one of the various poles around the Hutt’s casino, spinning her thin form around her pole as she danced. The man hadn’t suspected a thing as he bought from one of the hutt’s enforcers a night with the twi’lek dancer that had caught his eye. The human had a taste for twi’lek girls apparently, enjoying how easily he could play with them, caressing their lekku to get them riled up until they ended up practically begging to jump on his cock.

 

Even now Thaddeus was stroking her lekku as they walked, each touch sending wondrous sensations through Cipher 9 as she walked, her hips swaying just enough that her dancer’s loincloth didn’t reveal her bottoms to those that stared at the tiny twi’lek dressed in a slave girl’s outfit hugging and leaning into the hulking man. Not that Cipher 9 wasn’t giving as good as she got as her hand rubbed the front of the Captain’s pants, feeling the length and girth of her target. The man certainly wasn’t compensating with his muscles from what Cipher 9 could feel as she slowly groped and played with the man’s cock just as much as Thaddeus played with her lekku.

 

Quickly, they reached Thaddeus’ room on the Promenade, the hulking human opening the door with a flash of a key card. He sent Cipher 9 with a push on her rump, sending her in as the door closed behind him. Cipher 9 was left to turn around to once more see the man standing above her, hands reaching forward, one taking her lekku in his hand once more as the other went down further, sliding past the loincloth, pushing the silk cloth aside, and began to play with her.

 

Cipher 9 let her anti reaction training slip as she breathed in quickly due to Thaddeus’ callused hands, provided a bit of extra friction as his hand rubbed roughly at Cipher’s pussy. Slowly, the imperial agent let out a slow breath as she adjusted to the sensations that the republican was making her feel. With his hands he brought her closer to him, hugging her close as he played with her body. He obviously had a significant amount of experience if he was able to find the good spots so quickly.

 

Knowing what was expected of twi’lek slave girls, Cipher 9 began to lower herself down toward the ground, her hands running along the human until they found the hem of his pants, and slowly pulled them down. Thaddeus’ cock out from it’s confines, nearly hitting the imperial until it stood high over her. The twi’lek immediately, from the base of the cock, slide her tongue along the bottom of the human’s cock, feeling the thick tube underneath as she did her best to look at Thaddeus’ appreciative face while his dick blocked half her vision.

 

The taste wasn’t bad, and the texture on the man’s cock was smooth. She’d certainly been trained for worse while having to take the seduction part of her training as a Cipher agent, that and her experience from before that as well. Slowly, Cipher 9 reached the head of the man’s cock, and with both hands pumping on his dick, she took the human’s lower head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around on it as she used her prowess to please her target. It helped that she’d taken a liking to given head during her training, as she found suckling on her trainer’s cock to be relaxing, along with the taste and texture interesting as she ran her tongue along the ridges of her current “master’s” cock.

 

Thaddeus let out an appreciative groan as he leaned back against the door, his hands reaching down and massaging the imperial’s lekku as much as he could while still standing up. Despite her desire to, Cipher 9 refrained from reaching down from the republican’s cock to ease the burning fire in her loins. What was important was her temporary master’s pleasure, thus instead, one of her hands snaked down toward’s Thaddeus’ ball, and began to massage them, putting a slight amount of pressure on them to enhance his experience.

 

The republican’s breathing grew faster, and the cock in Cipher 9’s mouth began to twitch as well. Thaddeus stopped his massaging and instead wrapped his hands around the back of her head and pulled her towards him, thrusting the cock down Cipher 9’s throat, just as cum began to explode from his rod. Once more, the twi’lek’s training kicked in and she began to force herself to swallow the human’s cock, knowing the undulations would further pleasure him as he held her there.

 

Eventually, Thaddeus released his grip on Cipher 9’s head, and allowed her to pull out. The twi’lek let out a gasp as she did so, before grabbing the human’s cock with both hands, and began to pump it rapidly. The republican gasped as she positioned her face below his cock, feeling it twitching already as Cipher 9 opened her mouth wide and a last few bursts of cum spurt out of his cock and onto her face, which she licked up as if it were the tastiest thing she’d ever had.

 

Finally, Cipher 9 nuzzled up against the semi hard cock as she looked up at her target, mimicking her place before, and smiled even harder as he looked down at her with awe and raw primal desire.

 

She had him now.

 

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A little less than a week after his shore leave on Nar Shadda, Thaddeus Skyblaster died of an unknown toxin that was suspected to have been contracted while on shore leave.

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.