Synopsis: Two weeks at Durga's palace, and Leia is both branded as someone else and granted a reprieve from Durga's lap.
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Leia woke up. Just like yesterday morning, she was covered in darkness. She thought her arrival had been harrowing and indeed her first day next did not come close to her welcoming party. But it was not an arrangement she would have ever wanted. Here in the darkness of her dancers' quarters, she planned on what she would do next.
Yesterday, her entire time had been spent on Durga's lap. The other girls had been away from the throne room the whole day, tending to customers at that time. Whether it had been months or years, they all knew the layout far better than she did. After earning her keep amongst them her first day, she would seek to build a rapport with them. She didn't know how long she had, but she had to talk to some of them. They must have been just as sick of this place as she was, if she could rekindle their fighting spirits, then she might have a chance.
All of them might have a chance.
Just as she thought that, there was a commotion in the distance. The sounds of men, some of it Gamorrean grunting and others in Twi'leki, and many more in addition to that. Holdovers of Jabba's power and many more grunts, the criminal world knew how to adapt to the changing scope of the galaxy at large. But it also meant that whatever plan she had was spoiled.
This time Leia stood up with the other girls. No longer an initiate and well aware the danger any public cooperation would pose, she did not want to risk her standing here with the other dancers. Nor give Durga's eyes and ears in the form of his guards any reason to itch. She would do as she needed to.
Just like before, she was escorted to Durga's throne room. The Hutt had a wide smile on his face before she even got there. The ever present Taurill was sitting on his shoulder. Cupping his chin like he was pondering something he said, "Princess Leia. As you can see, I've provided you with fine quarters, even offered you protection from the other men," he said, looking around, indicating that he was solely talking about this throne room. That this setup in a criminal's den was somehow wonderful. "Have you found my hospitality to be enjoyable?"
She only bowed low and said, "Yes master. In just one day I have…"
He grunted at her. That was what it was for a Hutt, but for her to hear the sound coming from someone far younger and healthier than Jabba was, it sounded like a kath hound growling at her. She froze.
"You're not in the senate anymore, princess. Answer me honestly."
Standing up again, she looked him straight in his eyes. "No I have not."
"Good. An honest answer. Exactly what I expected from the infamous Leia."
"There's plenty more where that came from."
"Oh?" He leaned forward. "Please, share with me all of it."
Free of any restraint, it felt so good to let her true self out again. Thinking only of escape and survival, she let so many old feelings rise to the surface. Smiling at Durga with a barely restrained ferocity she said, "I don't know how anyone could survive in the criminal underworld. They must all be looking for the chance to cut your throat."
"The Princess Leia is hot to the touch and she knows how to breathe fire. I wonder if she thinks she can unseat me?" He laughed again. "For that reason alone, I will keep her leash very short."
Leia grit her teeth but said nothing. She had hoped to change the subject and she got exactly what she wanted. Her first time here, how she had put that Twi'lek in his place for the sake of the girls. Who knows if she had accomplished anything with that remark. She would have better served to defy the Hutt by continuing that complacent act of hers.
He looked at the taurill as if she wasn't there. "But it won't be Princess Leia's leash that will be short." The creature stared at her with it's bizarre gaze, it seemed blank and yet as it didn't make a sound with it's strange features, it seemed like it was laughing at her.
Durga continued. "Did you hear that after that stunt with Jabba, that Senator Organa and General Solo have big prices on their heads? I've decided to make an overture to the rest of the Hutts and have them cancel those bounties."
"What are you planning?" Leia said.
"Princess Leia and Han Solo will be able to roam the criminal underworld free of being targeted by criminals," he continued to the taurill as if she weren't there. "I know the Republic will be grateful."
He laughed and she took the meaning behind those words completely. Her friends would now be occupied with the various other criminal factions of the galaxies, maybe search for the remnants of the Desilijic clan and those with ties to them. Not Durga, who would be assumed to be innocent, or at the very least would be the least suspect.
That wasn't true. She knew her brother wouldn't be so stupid, he would be searching for her for a long time. For whatever peace she had made with Anakin's turn, she would always resent her blood father, nothing like a true Jedi who managed to forgive him even after that monster had taken his hand. Yet woe be to those who would dare underestimate Luke and think him a fool, his grace was divine and still his wrath upon his father warmed the blood coursing in the late Emperor's cold veins, he would search every rock in the galaxy for her if he had to visit punishment upon the whole scope of the criminal underworld. But she knew she would be staying here for a long time.
Then he said, "But I heard rumors that Princess Leia and my old boss the late Prince Xizor were once involved."
That left a mark. She was more than happy to set things straight. "I involved myself with him, alright. Kicked him right where it hurt. I don't think even that droid woman Guri could make him feel better after that. I hope wherever she is, that she's doing okay now."
"So it was to my great pleasure that I had the honor of having Princess Leia when he didn't," he said, ignoring her. He licked his lips, and Leia shuddered. "But then I realized I didn't have Leia at all."
"What?"
"I found out who she really was all along. A nameless slave girl abandoned by her parents on Tattooine and raised in the loving care of the Tuskens. My good friend Jabba took an interest in this same slave girl, she was ready to become one of his newest regulars but somehow she escaped, stowing away throughout the galaxy, surviving by pretending to be a woman she never was. And now fate has punished her for defying her destiny. Here, she will learn who she truly is." His eyes narrowed and his lips curled up, with the great mark across his eye, he almost looked like some of the itinerant bands of clowns and buffoons that traveled the galaxy meant to entertain children. On his big face it looked deranged.
Leia was seething with cold rage. Durga knew it too, she wasn't saying a word and her face was blank, but her royal fury burned in her eyes, it was like looking into the eyes of Xizor himself. When he was unhappy with the performance of his vigo's, the Dark Prince would gaze at them with that same look. Sometimes he would simply warn them not to do it again. Other times he would flat out kill the offender in question, either with his own hands or courtesy of Guri. It was never a good time when he gave that look. Here with both him and Jabba dead, this Hutt never thought he would glimpse that same icy look a second time.
He looked past Leia, and then she looked behind her as well. Several droids were approaching. They were service droids, she knew that from the whirring sound of their single rolling tires, and she knew the models of those walking on two feet as well, sometimes when she was running late for big events, the servant droids were more than happy to do her hair in a jiffy. They were usually used as service waiters, she imagined that with a palace as big as this one that Durga had a personal bar to serve the various criminal patrons that frequented his nest. She was getting an idea why they were here and she didn't like it.
Her fear would prove to be correct. They began the process of applying the makeup immediately. Playing with her hair, and airbrushing her skin. She looked at Durga the whole time, not wavering her gaze from his. For an instant, she smelled blood, saw the fear in his eyes, enough to make him turn away.
She felt something drop off her while she was staring him down. Looking at the floor, saw it was the whole slave outfit. Knew that it had been undone by the droids, and then she felt their metal hands, the processes worked on her naked extremities. Looking back up at Durga, he was still looking away from her, only at her body.
She took her ponytail of hair hanging about and looked down at it. As she expected, it was blonde now, not quite Luke's natural sunbleached hair from being reared in the sun blasted desert, but close enough. Looking down at her skin, her breasts, she saw that it was a lot lighter now. Her reflecting on what had happened to her was interrupted by the Hutt's booming laughter.
Leia winced when it first happened. A sharp stinging sensation in one of her nipples. Just as she looked at the golden piercing already put through it, she saw those mechanical hands grab her other breasts. She meant to say something, anything to protest, but then in a matter of seconds, saw the second golden piercing stab through the other one. The stinging in her nipples was harsh, nothing like being ravaged by all those men under haze of spice fueled ecstasy. She looked and saw that while she had been staring down Durga, several medical droids had also joined the entourage of service droids.
She openly grit her teeth in fury from the stinging sensation where her nipples were stabbed. Saw a small stream of blood begin to seep from where the incisions were made. Just as fast, there was a steady stream of bacta spray on her nipples. The stinging pain was gone just as fast, replaced by a feeling like she had just woken up to a fine morning after a long nightmare. Leia was glad to feel that way before she realized what a foolish thing that was to think such a thing in a place like this.
"Makeup application completed," said one of the droids in her drone voice.
"Good," said Durga. "Your services are required, begone." Spinning around, they left.
"Now," he said, "what is your name?"
"Princess Leia Organa. Brother to Luke Skywalker and the daughter of Darth Vader."
"Oh? And who would believe you, eh?" He looked at the taurill beside him.
She saw the taurill squirming about. Moving off of Durga's shoulder, it moved close to her. She backed up, not knowing what it was planning, naked and unarmed the sickle ends of some of the limbs could easily hurt her. It was Durga's pet Taurill. Those big eyes looking at her weren't filled with malice, just plain stupidity. It held a small mirror.
The changes made to her were small. Blonde hair and some makeup, her facial structure was unchanged. But together, they were enough to make her look like a totally different person.
"I don't appreciate dishonesty, my little Tusken bitch. Lie to me about your name again, and I'll make sure there are consequences. Don't forget where you are."
Taking a deep breath she said firmly, "I have no name."
"No, no, no, none of that. You sound too much like Princess Leia. People would get ideas, wouldn't they? Speak in your proper Tusken tongue."
That familiar anger was rising again. But she closed her eyes and calmed herself. She remembered the act she put on as the Ubese bounty hunter Boussh. Opening her eyes she said in perfect Ubese, "I have no name."
"So much better! I don't know what you just said, it means nothing to me. But I am sure your many customers to come will appreciate you. I hope you can play well." He narrowed his eyes and his large face thundered at her. "Because if you don't, there will be consequences."
Feeling bold she said in Ubese, "Disgusting shit."
Simple enough. A test to see if he really meant it when he said he didn't understand Ubese. She felt no fear, she had already been taken from everything she knew. He couldn't do anything to hurt her.
She smiled when he only said, "Yes, that's it. What you say doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is keeping the men in your life happy."
***
Two weeks of servicing men here after being rebranded as a nameless Tusken slave, the only reprieve come nightfall. At the end of each week, she had been given five hundred credits. Barely a drop in the bucket and an even bigger insult considering she couldn't do anything with it. A Tusken slave with one thousand credits to her name.
She had ideas of planning with the other girls, but it wasn't long before there was a steady troop of guards patrolling the entrance to the dancers' quarters. At night to keep them from getting ideas, and during the day too in case they decided to regroup and plot in secret. It would be just another thing she had to accept. In the morning she and all the other girls washed themselves for five minutes at most in a dingy hydroshower, and applied her makeup to look as good as possible for all the men who would use them. Each night she took the nasty concoction that kept her body pure. It did not help her, it only made her feel more like a thing to be appreciated by the men who came here.
What made it worse was that she didn't know any of the other girls' names. They could have been anyone, the daughters of famed noble families who lost everything, survivors of the Galactic Civil War, and people who had no other choice. They didn't know who she was either. As with the constant patrol of guards, she knew what it meant. It was just another method of control.
Sitting on Durga's lap, the nameless Tusken slave was welcomed with a steady influx of men. One was the prim and proper men that you could call dandies, nothing like the criminal sorts and the smugglers and thieves that called places like these home. That gave her no comfort, she could sense the hidden malice underneath, of what they would do if she didn't comply with their wants. They might have been forbidden from getting rough, but she knew she was not in a position to refuse them. Not uttering a word of complaint, she did everything they asked and even more.
The others were thugs. Warriors, mercenaries, and smugglers. In these outskirts of civilized society, she saw not just the Trandoshan's of which she was well familiar with after her pilgrimage here, but also the Siniteen with their oversized brains bulging from their heads and those blank yellow eyes which were even more haunting than the red eyes of the Chiss. Nautolan's too, their big black eyes were as haunting as those stupid Gamorrean's, but these rough types had none of the charm of the late Kit Fisto. All races, all breeds.
That kind was her last customers. The day was close to being over, the noise from the rest of the palace was beginning to settle down. Not something to get excited over but she would take what victories she could.
Two bald and pale Rattataki accompanied by a single member of their near cousins the Vollick, whose cruelty blared from them like a garish light in the darkness of the Coruscant undercity. Natives of that war torn blasted hellscape, their speech wasn't much more than grunts. She was long familiar with the dumb Gamorreans at this point, they would bark something unintelligible and it was a like playing sabacc to understand them. But they seemed like poets compared to this lot.
Sitting on Durga's lap, she felt like more of a pet than that stupid taurill. And despite being more human looking, they looked more fiendish than the Gamorreans by far. They barked something at Durga. Sitting on his lap, she felt his displeasure hearing their barely articulate shouting. But the Hutt summoned one of his men, a protocol droid. A little unclean and having some rust stains, he had none of Threepio's charm. He crudely repeated what they said in Huttese, and then the droid said it in Basic.
They laughed. One of them stepped forward. A bald Rattataki, he wasn't cute looking or anything, but compared to the other two, the other Rattataki's faces so warped it looked like they had been blasted by the turbothrusters of a Star Destroyer and the Vollick looking like a monster, he looked like a gentleman. He looked her up and down.
"Been around here plenty of times," he said in rough Basic. "But we heard you had a new girl."
"You guess correctly," said Durga. "You ever see a Tusken unmasked?
"Not until now," he said, leaning forward. "We paid good credits to have a good time with her." He looked back at his cohorts and they said something in their tongue. Then he looked back at her.
His rough appearance, the way they were looking at her. No charm whatsoever, all the intentions of a common thug, it got her so wet. She knew it wasn't natural, that it was only her body betraying her after being a Hutt's sex slave. No influence of spice, it was a part of her and she hated it.
She didn't know when in these last two weeks that it started happening, but sometimes she would have dreams about men touching her. Indeed she would find herself moving on the floor in a heated fit, unthinking, only to find come awake and realized what she had been doing. Not nearly enough to satisfy her, that urge was still there. Embarrassed, it did nothing to waive away the fire that now enflamed her flesh. She would dig her fingers into her gooey twat simply to find some measure of comfort. A shameful thing, but at least it was her pleasure, not the touches of the men who would use her.
Not like now.
"And you will be much satisfied," said Durga. He moved his great head forward, she felt his breath on the back of her body. A thing that excited her in a way that made her skin crawl. There was an implicit command in it.
She obeyed, standing up to meet them. He walked slow in that deadly manner common to trained soldiers, something she was long familiar with having been reared in the empire. He cupped her face. "Can you understand me little Tusken?"
She was tempted to mouth off to them. Men like this and the company they kept, they might understand Ubese. Had probably crossed paths with their fair share of them. She actually did come face to face with an Ubese head to toe in an envirosuit. He just pulled down his pants, exposing his penis to her, and she knew what was to come. Knowing she had to act like a Tusken slave, she switched her Ubese to what she knew of Hapan. After that, she mixed that language with her Ubese with all the men she encountered. That was her new adopted tongue.
But there was something to be said for someone's sixth sense. There was an intelligence in his eyes, something that went behind brute knowledge. Something she had picked up on no matter what kinds of men she was talking to or what came out of their mouths. She would not take that chance that this man wasn't the same kind of predator.
The Tusken slave merely said, "Yes."
"Good." He moved around her, looking her up and down. "For a slave, she's really clean. Doesn't look like she has any disease."
"I take good care of my girls," said Durga.
"You're telling me if I get a taste of that Tusken pussy, I won't wake up to find my face covered in warts."
"You're paying good money. How about you find out, eh?"
"I think I will." He looked back at the Vollick and said something. Two weeks time had her hearing all kind of alien tongues, and even though she didn't understand a word of Rattatak, she knew what was being said. He moved on forward.
The harsh conditions of Rattatak and the warlike culture explained why this trio looked so vicious. But while the Rattataki at least could be called near humans, the Vollick did not. From a distance they looked human enough, but up close, they looked more like the ever present Gamorreans crossbred with Trandoshans. The only thing that marked him as having something like human features was his slicked back hair, where his two comrades were bald. Moving on over to her, he stared in her eyes like she was a piece of meat.
Getting down on his knees, he moved his head up the lashaa skirt. The head Rattataki had been looking at her. The harshness in his smile had her return his gaze and then she felt the Vollick's hot breath on her twat. In a twisted way it almost comforted her and then his tongue was licking deep inside of her wet pussy.
He was licking deep inside of her. To have such a brutish domineering male eating her out while his friends watched, it made her heart flutter. A perverse reaction and she knew it. That's not how she acted though, she was moaning high pitched from the beginning. The past few weeks of training her had turned her into the perfect slave.
While she was getting eaten out, the head Rattataki looked at his other friend. Whispered something low and then he was moving on over to her. He roughly yanked down her top, exposing her breasts. Her nipples were already sticking out and the piercings twinkled under the light. With how misshapen his face was, his laughter came out strange and distorted.
He pulled on the piercings in her nipples. Already crying out from the Vollick's tongue scouring inside her cunt, his hands caused a dead heat to bloom inside her body. Taking the ends of her piercings in between his fingers, he pulled on them as he continued massaging her tits. A dead heat bloomed inside of her from his touches.
That amused him. Stepping close to her, there was indeed something of a smile on his face, his eyes still having that dead predatory look in them made for an unsettling mien. He kept on massaging her breasts at that slow pace, kneading them as if they were lovers while at the same time tormenting her nipples, flicking them with his thumbs and. Paralyzed by her situation and the kinky sparks lighting up inside her flesh, she did indeed feel like a thing.
It was not something she was unused to. Two weeks and advertised as Durga's newest attraction, her many customers had saw fit to touch her as they pleased. As shameful and humiliating as it was, this session was no different.
But she was dead to any humiliation. The deformed Rattataki pinched down on her nipples as hard as possible. She uttered a low grunt at that moment. Her whole body was trembling with an excitement that before would have made her feel shame, now she merely accepted it, accepted the treatment of her customers. She looked down, breathing hard, he did not let go.
The head Rattataki barked something and he stopped. He moved aside for his leader, who nudged the Vollick, and he stood on up too, his bestial maw dripping with her juices. Moving on over to her, the leader cupped her chin.
"You want me to stop?"
She was shaking. The strange sensations of shame and delight raged in her body, and she looked away, biting her lip. Her face looked tortured, like she was ready to snap back at him. But however proud she might be, she knew the penalties of doing such a thing. She kept silent.
That wouldn't do for him. Not letting go of her nips, he yanked her close to him by the piercings. His eyes bore down into her face.
She knew what she could not say. She could not say yes, because then he would only be more ruthless. She could not say no because then he would share with her all of his libertine desires. Instead she just whimpered, "Please…" in a tone of Basic that sounded nothing like a civilized woman from Alderaan who walked Coruscant's highest echelons, only some offworld bitch who had to put effort just to speak.
His lips split open to reveal his teeth. Not quite a smile, and far from anger, it was the look of a pervert given license to do as he pleased. Still holding her nipples, he forced a cruel kiss into her mouth. His tongue ate up inside her mouth, she could only give it back as best as she could. It was as much to make it easier to bear his assault, she could barely keep up with him.
He moved one of his hands down to her twat. Totally naked before him, one of his thick digits easily slipped inside of her loosened up pussy. She turned away from him, but him working her in there, she couldn't hold in the indecent whimper that escaped her. Her lips opened up to reveal her gritting her teeth in frustration. Instead of making her look strong, instead it only made it apparent to these criminals how weak she had become. And the more he probed deep inside of her, the more she squirmed.
In an embarrassing gesture of submission, she grabbed onto his shoulder to keep herself steady. He chuckled through his teeth and thumbed her clit. The combo of his fingers working deep inside her vagina, she looked down and let out several harsh breaths, a feeble attempt to keep her voice in. Humiliated from that obscene orgasm, she pushed him back.
Durga made a low grunt. He understood that meaning, she was being uppity and he needed to assert his place. A man of his standing was more than happy to make that happen and pushed her down so that she was on her knees. Then he let go and undid his pants, baring his naked cock.
He was big like all the other men she had encountered recently. After those same events, the thought that it might be too big for her to suck did not occur to her. Instead she closed her eyes and took the shaft into her mouth.
His blank grimace of domination changed to a genuine smile. She was bobbing her head back and forth on him from the get go. Her lips wrapped around his shaft and that tongue on the underside of his penis felt great already, but the speed she was using was perfect. Then she had to take him out of her mouth to breathe from the intensity of it.
He looked back and whistled. His two comrades joined him and dropped their pants too. Looking back at each of them, they were both so big too, she could feel the heat on her face. That same lewd desire filled her up again and then without a command from either of them, she was blowing them too. She would deepthroat them for several seconds and then turn right back to the other one, eating him right up too. All three of them looked at each other, smiled savage grins on their twisted faces, and knew this visit had paid off.
So much that he found himself fast on the path to a nut faster than he expected. He made a low gasp when he suddenly bust his nut inside her mouth. After her recent political ventures as well as the way her esteemed escorts had so graciously treated her, she was no stranger to sucking dick, let alone being treated roughly. She settled so very easily into the role of a whore, swallowing every last drop of the spunk that filled up her mouth.
The other two were not to be left out either. While she was busy swallowing all that cum, the other Rattataki that had eaten her out shamelessly moved his dick all over her face. She turned to regard it, only to get it shoved straight down her throat.
As she was taking another dick, the Vollick got down low with her. Playing with her tits, soon he was sucking all over them. She thought those fingers torturing her tits had been bad, but it was nothing compared to that bestial mouth sucking all over her breasts. It didn't surprise her after getting her pussy eaten out. Men like these would probably have gone all the way even without being properly cared for.
She had only just begun to get used to sucking the second dick when he blasted a heavy load right down her throat. She moved her head back, there was so much cum that she couldn't begin to properly swallow it all in one gulp.
They were all talking to each other again. She didn't understand the words but their tone, her talents in the force, she had an innate sense of what was going to happen next. She was made to stand up.
The Vollick grabbed her hips and took her onto his lap. The way he smiled at her she could see his fanged teeth but his face was human enough looking, he really did look like an animal in a way that even as a Bothan that effete Fey'yla could still never match up to. Feeling his hot prick get closer to her vagina, she was reminded of his tongue stirring inside of her cunt.
Then he was inside her. She let loose a low howl feeling his massive prick suddenly all the way inside of her. She couldn't even move at first, it was as much of a monster as he was. He was not so merciful, stuffing her slick twat deeply.
With how wet she was, his prick moved back and forth inside her so problem. His heat and his size, soon she was moving back on him as much as to make it easy for her as much as it was to sate the disgusting desire that had become part of her daily life in Durga's den. He grabbed her tits, pinching her nipples and she had to grab onto his shoulders just to make it easier for her.
But the Vollick had no idea her nasty little cunt would be this needy. He twisted one of her nipples while slapping her other tit, and she bucked her legs around his waist. All the men there, from Durga and the taurill to the other two Rattataki were getting themselves one hell of a show.
Soon she was riding him harder than he was fucking her. A dumb brute like him only concerned with battle couldn't begin to understand that she was just eager to get him off so she could end this encounter, but all he felt and saw was a horny wet slut hungry for his dick, her moans all but begging for more. More than happy to comply, he fucked her in tandem with her breakneck speed.
He growled with pleasure and she knew what that meant. A very common sound for her as of late, he suddenly blew his load inside her, filling her up deep. Already looking very pathetic, she let out a series of deep and loud howls as he wrecked her vagina. He felt her pleasure as much as he heard it, she collapsed on top of him while her pussy walls were going crazy on his spurting penis.
As she lay there trembling, the Vollick let her down. Sitting up on her knees and trembling, she was still reeling from that shameful display when the head Rattataki had suddenly speared his dick deep inside of her tits. She had no choice but to look up, he looked down at her with a slick smile and winked and then he was moving deep in her tits. Waking up fast, she moved back with him.
The deformed Rattataki wasn't content to be left out either. Getting down on his knees behind her, he spooned up her ass under the lashaa skirt. Moving his hands deeper in between her asscheeks, he felt just how soft and moist her asshole was, he could have sworn she was natural, if not for how he didn't know that the Hutt watching them made sure to wash and clean his girls after each fuck. He was still hard and resting his boner on her derriere, he knew exactly what he wanted. Hoisting her up so that she was sitting under him, he rammed right back into her pussy.
Her eyes almost bugged out of her skull at that. She had just found a comfortable pace to servicing the man fucking her tits when he filled up her ass all the way. Not that it was a shock for her either, two weeks of being here she had taken it up there plenty of times before. Finding a groove to using her hips in sync with the way he was fucking her asshole, she rode him good.
The two men were laughing. A common enough sound for her to have heard, she heard the head Rattataki shout, "Hey!" right at her. She looked up at him.
He said in very slow and loud Basic, "Touch yourself."
She didn't want to risk his displeasure. While she was riding the dick inside her ass, she shamelessly fondled her pussy leaking out so much spooge. The more she heard them laughing and talking, the faster she went at it.
The instant the dick inside her let loose, she suddenly fell forward. Her whole lower body so sensitive and filled up with cum, she pressed both of her tits around that penis while sucking it deeply. On all fours, she really did look like a perfect little slut.
His penis suddenly quaked inside her tits, blowing a fresh load all over her face. That whole time he made sure to still tug on her nipples, for how much she had done this sort of thing before, the feelings going crazy inside her never got easier to manage. As he was finishing up, he made sure to wipe the rest of his cum off in her hair.
They all got dressed again. The head Rattataki said, "Thanks for the ride Durga." The Hutt laughed again as he always did. Then they were gone.
She collapsed onto her side. Durga said, "Well done. More very pleased customers. How do you like your life so far?" She couldn't answer that. Not in her current pathetic position. He grunted sharply and that woke her up. She looked up at him. "I say that because I've decided to reward you."
"R-reward me…?" she said weakly.
"Yes. You don't regret that, do you?"
Picking herself up onto her knees as fast and with as much strength as possible she said, "No master!" It was an earnest expression of surprise as much as it was an act, not knowing what lay before her. That same foreign and uneducated level of Basic.
As far as he was concerned, that was her voice now.
"As a recognition of your many good deeds and service, I have decided to allow you walk free." That caught her attention.
"Walk...walk free?"
"Yes, you may go where you please. You were quite the spitfire when we pulled you off of Tattooine. But I'm convinced you've learned your place."
He smiled at her. She was filled with nervousness, the next moments were key. Thinking quickly, she bowed before him and said, "I am thankful to Your Greatness, Lord Durga. Your wisdom and mercy knows no bounds."
He laughed. Emotions were running wild inside her, fear and worry, she hoped he was laughing in joy. Not a laugh of anger where he sensed her sucking up, like Jabba did before he punished the girls who got disobedient. That she had already lost her new freedoms as soon as she got them.
But then he said, "Yes, you have learned much. Go then my little slave. And...you may still go to the second floor if you want."
"Your Greatness is most kind!" she said, still bowed low.
He just laughed again. She heard the taurill still chirping along. In the nervousness channeling through her body, she only barely managed to repress the shudder that burned inside her. If he smelled blood, sensed even the slightest bit of ingratitude, she would be in trouble.
"Good." He made a single coarse grunt and three Gamorreans appeared from behind her. "Escort her to her new quarters."
She looked back at him. "My new quarters, master?"
"The second floor."
The second floor was for the more expensive of Durga's girls. Where the real high rollers of the galaxy liked to spend their credits. Jabba's palace entertained whoever had the credits but was always for the more underground and vicious side of the criminal underworld. Durga had learned to improvise and expand on that.
She bowed again. "I am thankful Your Greatness…"
She would have continued but he said, "Escort her back to her quarters. And stand guard to make sure she's safe."
She instantly understood the true meaning in his words. It was to keep her isolated, imprisoned. Not a real gift, just another method of control, to make sure she wouldn't try anything. The Gamorrean's walked on over to her holding out their hands. She knew they were going to try and scoop her up.
She still had her pride. It was difficult for her but she pushing herself up under the floor, she managed to rise on her own. Her legs were shaky, but she calmed herself.
She turned around and looked the Hutt straight in the eye. Then without looking away from him, she put her dancer's outfit back on. Durga only laughed, it didn't matter whether it was genuine or another exchange in this power play. She felt his gaze on her naked body, whatever happened, the Hutt would find some cause for amusement. She would have to endure it just like everything else here.
"Good," he said. "My wayward Tusken is stronger than she appears. Make sure she doesn't let her strength get the better of her."
The wayward Tusken slave looked at the Gamorreans. "Thank you master," she said, bowing before him in another show of devotion. "Your protection is most welcome."
He laughed harder than ever. She had grown used to hearing it, after enduring the trials from Jabba's palace, this Hutt's cackling meant nothing to her. It sounded as it always did, cruel and full of menace.
"And tomorrow, you will still service the many men that come your way."
There was a silence that lingered between them. Finally she said, "I hope they will be on their best behavior," she said, flicking her eyes at the Gamorreans. "If any of the fine people that comes here gets ideas and comes at me, steals me away, I can't promise I won't do anything." She didn't open her mouth, just flared her lips up, giving an impression of her teeth.
Durga just laughed. "I will keep it in mind." Looking at the Gamorrean's, he nodded his head. They encircled her. The conflict was over.
They started moving and surrounded, she moved with them. Out of Durga's throne room, into the hallways. Into the common area, she moved past the bars. She saw some of the other slave girls returning to the common dancers' quarters, they were all watching her. She only had moments to look at each of them before her captors' pace forced her to move.
An unfamiliar pathway. She saw a flight of stairs and soon the common surroundings were replaced with something more elaborate. A fine red carpet traveled down each step.
There were other girls too. They were all dressed in various outfits from transparent silk robes to long dresses you'd see at a formal, some of them were even going about in small bikinis and togas just as the men did. Different species too, even some Rodian's. Not one of them was wearing the dancer's outfit she was in. Very fine looking, very fancy.
She reached an alcove in a wall. On this top floor filled with much more splendor, it was the one part of Durga's palace that fit some definition of nobility, but a blueblood herself, she did not feel at home here. But looking at it this doorway, the light coming from the other end, it did touch something nostalgic inside her.
And yet she did not feel safe. She felt a dark feeling of foreboding. She thought she had felt everything she could after yesterday's tumultuous events and being forced to depths of humiliation she hadn't felt in so long to wear this dancer's costume again and take it from a crime lord in the morning and worse yet, to feel her body betray her. To kowtow before these sadistic men in fear of something worse happening after already suffering an indignity, it was not a dishonor she had known sitting on Jabba's lap or even the cruelties of the empire where she could fight. She didn't know what was waiting for her. The Gamorreans split up away from her.
What beheld her was one of the most beautiful women she had seen. Wearing a long bloodred robe with a bright scarlet fur trim on the collar and the ends of the sleeves that seemed to almost burn like fire, she could see her great breasts bulging out and the long line of cleavage emerging from the open bustline that teased viewers to want so much more more, her curved hips and her succulent derriere the sort of figure men and women alike would covet, and it split open at the bottom to give her admirers a beginning look at her calves, making them want to see so much more. Pale skin with her dark hair tied back on her head in a long series of braids, her features were flawless and unblemished. The robe wasn't transparent, but it was tight enough on her bustline that you could see the polished marble skin of her breasts shining through. Her face was angular, soft looking even, and her features were wispy, the smile on her face should have made her heart jump with joy, helped her relax. And yet it was her eyes, a brilliant green that twinkled like a pure emerald and as lush as the rainforests of Kowak, that beamed with an intensity that terrified her. The only thing that marred her was the mark on her face, a single dark line that went down from her forehead over her eyelid and down her cheek.
It was Durga's mark. The Tusken slave did not know what that meant. What the Hutt was planning or who this woman was.
"Your quarters," she said, bowing low and holding an arm out. Her voice was melodious, betraying nothing of danger. She looked at her expecting a trap, that feeling did not leave her. She felt more afraid of her than the Gamorreans behind her. She didn't move.
Too long. She heard one of her escorts grunt something and then she was shoved forward. Spinning back around, she looked at all of them. The Gamorrean's and the strange woman. But then she was gone and the Gamorrean's were stationed around the alcove. Their backs facing her, they were doing their job just as Durga told them to. That feeling of danger was gone.
She sighed. Everything was so strange, she thought she had gotten used to everything. Normally she would have counted being here on the second floor an upgrade, a sign that good things were happening. Looking around, it indeed looked as fine as any marvelous suite from a top hotel on Coruscant. She even had her own bed.
But here in Durga's palace, she had no idea on what was going to happen.
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