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The smugglers moon, Nar Shaddaa had been a safe bet when fleeing Ferrix, Hutt space not Empire controlled, the ship had been fuelled up enough to carry the small group to the moon, and the den of debauchery had been the perfect place to hide. Amongst the smugglers, arms dealers, assassins and prostitutes, the band of fugitives had arrived and blended into the mixed populace of the Moon.
When Bix’s wits had returned to her after her torture, she’d despaired that her grab bag filled with cash, weapons and false credentials had been left behind, not to mention her business, her mechanic shop would have been seized by imperial forces when her connections to the rebellion cell had been found out, but she mourned her livelihood and home.
The group has sold the y-wing haulier they’d used, and split the money, also splitting up as a group, Bix wanted desperately to reconnect with Cassian, but she had no idea where in the Galaxy he was, nor how to get to him. She had found work in a Hutt Palace, working in the landing pad and air hangar as an engineer. Seeing to the maintenance of the Hutt Lords small fleet of fighters and haulcraft. She thought sometimes of commandeering a ship and leaving the moon, but she was already a wanted person by the ISB she didn’t want Hutt bounty hunters after her too.
She had food and board included in her work, and the garish golden palace above was home to a powerful Hutt, better to hide within his workforce for now, she thought often. Her employer was the elder Hutt Lord Graz'zt, the great lord was like many Hutts, a truly despicable male, a peddler of weapons, drugs, slaves and mercs. One of the richest Hutts on the moon, his giant green bulk disgusted Bix, especially when she begrudgingly joined the revelry of the palace, seeing the enslaved women fucked by him atop his dais, held aloft by his tail as the crowd laughed at his so called sexual conquest, it made her sick.
Whenever she attended such a party she wore a satin vail to hide her own beauty, she was amongst his free staff, and she intended to keep it that way. She was finishing up her work on a damaged fang starfighter, the steel hull panels scorched by canon fire, the new ones almost ready to go on, her boss, the massive dowutin pit boss that had recruited her walked up, his hulking form hiding a fairly friendly personality, “Bix… wrap it up for today… go get something to eat, the boss is throwing a party, we need to attend, pay tribute to our almighty leader and all that.”
Bix groaned and rolled out from under the starfighter, the rolling board she lay on coming from under the hull to reveal her, boiler suit, hair up in a messy bun and grease on her face, “Must we? … its not like he gives a damn about his mechanics anyway, its his merks and dealers who will be lavished upon.” He gave a huff in return, shaking his head, “no escaping this one, he wanted his full staff to attend him, including the flight crews, go grab some grub and clean up, oh and be careful tonight, the crowd have been rowdy this last week.”
She nodded and gritted her teeth; I need to get out of this hell hole of a moon. The streets were bustling as usual on an end of week evening such as tonight. The sky was a dark black, the mustard yellow Hutt homeworld floating ominously above, the heart of the Hutt Empire. Unlike the vast swamps of Nal Hutta, Nar Shaddaa was a dense city, a landscape of high-rises broken only by the eminence golden ziggurat’s that were the Hutt Lords palaces. It was raining tonight, the mist of water soaking her boiler suit as she made her way to a food quarter, the street she walked crowded by workers of all types, not to mention the may streetwalkers and beggars, the nightlife just staring up, girls in slinky dresses and collars trying to get patrons into their brothels, indentured slaves, this whole city is predator and prey. She made sure to stay on the right side of that divide, she wore a battle mask of hardened steel, the vizor a dark red, her hair exposed and the straps wrapping her head, on her hip she wore a A-180 blaster pistol, her palm casually resting on the grip.
Here you were either a fighter or the oppressed, she headed to a stall that sold fried lizard that was imported from Nal Hutta, the meat was tasty and filling, and went well with the sticky rise this pace did, the rotund twi'lek male gave a familiar smile as she sat on one of the stools. She ate with calm efficiency as she pondered matters off world. Andor must be working with her rebel contact now, Taking the fight to the Empire whist she was fixing ships for slaver scum, it made her ashamed, just a few more months, save up and get passage off world, seek out the rebels, find Cassian. She had raised her mask whist eating, and knew she drew some male eyes, her dark silky hair and olive skin, her beautiful features often get her unwanted attention, on this world beauty really was a curse. Finishing fast she slipped her mask back down and left the food court, heading back to the palace of Graz'zt, reading herself for a night of debauchery.
In the staff barracks she had a bunk and storage box, showering under the high pressure water was a relief, getting the sweat and grime of the day off her, but she was dreading what was to come, most of the engineers working for Graz'zt were men, but they left her well enough alone, but the Lords soldiers and slavers were another matter.
She finished up and returned to the bunks, dressing quickly in knee high stiletto boots, the many straps of the boots providing the perfect pace to holster a vibro dagger, next was a slinky dress of black satin, and the matching vail, her hair she left down, cascading around her shoulders, and around her hips she strapped the very visible belt and gun holster, around her shoulders she wore a cropped fur jacket, the soft fur a dark brown. She gave the appearance of one of Graz'zts few female assassins, women who were known to seduce their way into a mans bed then slit their throats in their slumber.
Making sure her makeup was perfect she plucked up her courage and joined her fellow mechanics as they headed up to the party above. The flight crew were an awkward lot amongst the mercs, assassins, slavers and smugglers that made up Graz'zts court. They stuck together in a corner nursing drinks and talking engines, all the while debauchery raged around them, the room was an opulent all in the sunlight, but tonight it was a den of lust and want. Graz'zt sat atop his golden dias, his favourite, a beautiful Cathar catfolk women lazed against him, her dark red fur soft and glossy in the dim light, she was collared by a golden band and currently stroked his shivering tail as he in turn stroked her pelt. Bix’s eyes was drawn to the display of power and slavery, beauty and the beast, those two are. The Hutt Lord was a immense sluglike creature, big slitted amber eyes taking in the revelry around them as he casually stroked his slave like she was a mere pet.
It disgusted her but her eyes were drown back to them, fascinated by the grotesque match, around the room there was two stages, each had five dancing girls displayed in various states of undress, music bombarded the room and deafened most conversation, slave girls littered the room within the crowd, some sat in the laps of various males, some on their knees seeing to the mens pleasure, there were gaps in the crowd, where women had been thrown down onto fur covered ottoman’s and were being fucked, she saw one dark skinned human woman being taken by a crowd of Bothan men, one laying under her, one mounting her from behind and the other grasping her head and forcing her to suck his furry length, Bix glimpsed a silver collar wrapping her ebony neck. Her grip on her blaster tightened, not that it would do her any good if the crowd deemed her as one of the slave girls. Their were hundreds of brutes here.
There was various girls heading round with treys of drugs for the partygoers to partake in, and many of them did, the mix of species letting loose in a sheer display of male dominance, she only saw a handful of free females, all warriors or assassins, amongst their merc company allies, Bix felt the danger of this debauchery making the hairs on her neck stand up, her eyes darting around the room. This was different she thought, never had the revelry been this intense.
There was dance floors for Graz'zt’s men to dance and hump against enslaved women, there was privet rooms for them to disappear to there was floating golden cages with beautiful being fucked by beastly aliens. It was a horrific display, as the night went on even her colleagues got drunk, and some went off to fine women of their own, slowly Bix found herself alone in a dark corner, hiding away from the crowd. Eventually she made to slink from the hall undiscovered, clinging to the shadows at the edge of the hall, when someone grasped her arm and hauled her onto a lap, she found herself pulled flush against a male relaxing back into a soft sofa, her bum against his crotch and back pressed into his chest, she scrambled to free herself and palm her blaster, but her assailant growled and ripped her gun from her and tightened his hold on her, “relax kitten, no need for all that”, she strained to turn and saw a hulking Cathar male, the catfolk clad in combat fatigues and a steel breastplate, his tawny fur only showing on his muscular arms and feline head. “unhand me, I’m not a slave girl, I’m a free woman and employed by Lord Graz'zt just like you.” he chuckled at that, holstering the gun in his belt and stroking her dark mane of hair, “you look like you belong in a collar,” he pulled her vail down, exposing her near unmatched beauty, “damn… I’m surprized the great slug hasn’t claimed you already, you’re quite the looker.” She felt him harden against her bum, his cock apparently quite th large weapon. Squirming against him she gasped when he unabashedly reached down and cupped her pussy, his furred hand dragging up her dress and pressing into her core. She bucked wildly at that, shouting and slamming her head back into his furry muzzle, he only laughed and continued to rub her down there. “there’s a good kitten, it matters not if you’re a slave or prostitute, you’re mine tonight”, she shouted out in rage and reached for her blade, “I’m neither you fucking swine, let go of me.. NOW.”
Slashing the blade backwards and gasped as the male merc halted her swing, grasping her wrist and clamping with such force she thought he’d break the bone, “drop it bitch, or ill break it, strip you and throw you to the worst of them, trust me, you’d prefer me alone in this dark corner rather than those deviants, they’ll put you in a cage to be mounted and bred by a Nexu, or its just me and you.”
She writhed in his grasp and gasped with frustration, she could feel him grow harder still by her struggle, she eyed the demented displays of sexual subjugation, and finally thought this the lesser evil, Ill kill him someday, before I leave. Dropping the blade and flushed with embarrassment at his chuckle, “good girl” taking her dagger and then went about ripping her dress, he tore open the front to reveal and play with her perfect breasts, his feline head leant over her shoulder and she felt him purring as he ripped her lacy panties off and exposed her waxed pussy, fumbling under her he undid his belt and opened his fly, pulling forth a huge tawny furred member, he was uncut and the soft fur covered his entire hardened cock, she relented and gave in, helping him, angle the vast cock up to her opening, I suppose if I was going to be with anyone, a handsome Cathar isn’t he worst.
“good kitten” he muttered as she was lowered onto his cock, her pussy wetting just enough as she made herself imagine it was Cassian under her, although this catfolk was var larger, she gritted her teeth as she slowly sank down onto his cock, arching her back as he took her deeper then any man before. “fuck”, she gasped as he she bottomed out on him, he was fully hilted within her, his large furry balls pressed against her bum. “damn you’re tight, you really aren’t one of Graz'zt’s whores”, he laughed as he took her waist in his clawed hands and lifted her up, then sank her down, over and over as if using her like a fleashlight, she was facing forward, watching the debauchery before her she was now forced to partake in, her bum slapping down onto his crotch and her pussy clamping down in his dominant length.
She just wanted it to be over, how had it all come to this, she pondered with dismay as she was lifted over and over, they had drawn a small crowd of onlookers as they fucked in the dim corner, the Cathar merc was obviously displeased by her enthusiasm, and she felt him fidget behind her, pulling forth a small tin and opening it to reveal needles, “wait… no… no… no” she struggled as he punched one into her leg, she knew of the drug, a battle stim that lots of soldiers used, but when used on a women who was being fucked, it sent them into a heat of sorts, she moaned as her eyes rolled, her mouth opening in more whorish moans as her hips started grinding down on the cock within her, his fur so soft in her, his muscle so hard. The pleasure hit her like a ship going to hyperspace, and the mercenary chuckled behind her, fucking her all the harder after he put his tin away. For the next hour she was his, a gasping mess that was no different to all the other Hutt whore’s that were being fucked in the rave. The Cathar had grasped her jaw and forced her head back, was licking her cheek as she ground on him.
Eventually the crowd hushed and the music faded, attention was drawn to Graz'zt the Hutt atop his gilded dias, his favourite fucked into unconsciousness atop his cock, her fur wet with his slime. “my fighters” he bellowed, “my smugglers and traders, my loyal men, in these past few years we’ve seen a rise of an empire, one to rivel that of our own glorious Hutt empire.” he peered around the room, his amber eyes taking in his twisted court, smirking at what he saw, “but have we let that diminish us? Have we submitted to their reach of power?” his band of miscreants shouted “NO” back to him, he laughed with abandon glee, “we profit where others quake with fear, we use war to our own advantage, we enrich ourselves every day, let this revelry reflect that, enjoy the pleasure of flesh, of drink and drug, now is not the time for meek acceptance, now if the time of gilded profit” the men howled with abandon and merriment, tossing drink into the air and grasping at the girls. “now…. make you’re tributes and we’ll continue the celebration.”
A clearing soon opened up in front of the dias, as different factions of Graz'zt’s court brought forth their offerings, chests of rare metal, creatures of exotic beauty, slave girls of different species. Behind her the merc was pulling out of her, she’d cum many times now and was sensitive as he quickly puked her off, putting her aside on the sofa as he did up his fly’s and belt, he was muttering to himself in his native language as Bix limply lay beside him, the sex and drug having done a number on her, she told herself to move, to leave, but exhaustion and a drug induced haze overcame her.
Another Cathar male came forth, walking with a heavy stride and urgent gate, “Boss, we fucked up, no one said anything about a fucking tribute” her sexual conqueror for the last hour rose, grunting at the smaller male. “I know, what do we have in the hold? Anything more interesting than those rifles from Corellia?” the other shook his head, Bix sluggishly sat up, pulling her ripped dress back together and wiping cum from her crotch. She felt it drip from her as she stood to leave, “nah boss, we don’t have anything of worth, not right now, we were here to get a new contract, not smuggle shit in” he rubbed the fur of his neck, Bix went to walk away, slink into the crowd and go get a shower and hit the hay, but a firm grasp on her arm stopped her, “we do have something, kitten here isn’t enslaved, a jewel ripe for the picking”. Her heart jumped a beat as her senses caught up with her, she looked up at the big male, he couldn’t mean, nononon. She got her answer as he hauled her over his shoulder and began making his was through the crowed towards the clearing, she struggled and screamed, “wait… you can’t, mercy, don’t do this… please”, he ignored her as he marched through the partygoers, she turned, wide eyed to look at the Hutt, the Lord peering down at the two of them.
They broke into the clearing and the Cathar merc dropped her onto one of the fur ottomans, grasping her hair and hauling her against him, “my lord, the Umber Stars present to you, an unclaimed women ready for a life as a pleasure slave, a human of unmatched beauty, unstained by a life of sexwork.” Bix struggled against him, feeling hundreds of eyes upon her, and those of the Hutt lords in particular. “Wait… My Lord, I’m already in you’re employ as a mechanic in you flight crew, I’m not his tribute, my loyalty is already yours”, a hush went over the room, the crowed eyeing the encounter with amusement, Lord Graz'zt leant forward, amber eyes taking her in, drawl and snot leaking down his many chins, his giant slug like tail shivering in amusement or glee.
“I don’t recognise you girl, and you’re far to pretty to be on the flight crew anyway, why waste such a perfect specimen on that job, I can't stand to see a woman such as you uncollared” he huffed and looked at the Cathar, who had let out a sigh of relief, Bix froze with horror, trying to wrap her head around the new fate that now faced her, “Trehan… bold of you to offer me one of my own employees” the Hutt Lord chuckled with mirth, “good thing I like you huh”, he gestured to one of his aids, and the twi’lik male came forth with a silver collar and chain, Bix scramble and struggled, “no please my lord, I'll serve you faithfully as a engineer, or a soldier, I can fight, please.” He just smirked as the fur lined collar was locked around her neck, she felt sick at the tight grasp of it, at the weight of the chain that then pulled at her, in a daze she was led to the other slave girls who were tribute, they had been corralled into a group and were being passed off to a harem mistress of some kind, “wait, my favourite it seems has been tired out by me, I need a new girl”, the Hutt Lord looked over the new offerings, and Bix shivered as his wicked gaze fell on her.
“ha… the engineer, bring her to me, I’ll show her what her new life will be”, Bix screeched and writhed as she was dragged to her new master, she saw the Cathar laughing with his men as she was pulled atop the dias, the red furred Cathar was taken away and Bix’s chain handed to the disgusting male, “Wait, stop… fuck… please” she was mercilessly dragged into his arms, her black silky dress plastering to her from as his slimy bulk pressed against her, her fur jacket grabbed along with much of her silky hair as Graz'zt explored her body with his mouth and tounge, he lay on a pile of pelts, and dragged her onto his belly, bringing his tail to press her into him, her knees and hips sank into his belly as her exposed breasts met his many slimy chins, he licked her face and she let out a groan of disgust that made him chuckle. “my my you are a beauty, what have you been doing hiding away in the hanger? you’re destined for my harem, to be draped in finery and shown pleasure beyond any you’ve felt before, before long you’ll be worshiping me, what is you’re name little one?” she ignored him and struggled for freedom, only succeeding in humping her crotch into his slimy belly. “ha… it matters little my dear, I’ll get you’re name from the other mechanics, before long you’ll have a new name befitting you’re new station as one of my girls, but now, for the fun part.”
She screamed in horror as he manhandled her upside down pressing her into him and forcing her legs apart in front of his gaping maw, she thrashed into him, fighting for freedom as his immense green tongue licked her inner thighs and her slit, “you smell of the Cathar, soon you’ll only smell of me, only carry my cum within you, like a true Hutt slave” she shouted as he moaned and his tongue speared into her, she couldn’t believe it, a few months ago she’d been a businesswoman and fledgling rebel on Farrix, now she was a Hutt slavegirl being licked out by the beast infront of a crowd of onlookers, she saw her fellow flight crew looking at her with mixed emotions, sadness, shame, amusement.
She grasped her fists into the Hutts fat as her legs shook, horror ran through her as she felt desire and pleasure spark to life, the Hutt Lords tongue delving into her and forcing untold pleasure on her, Bix felt her pussy clasp on the intruding length and closed her eyes, her mouth opened as she moaned, the crowd laughed as she stared humping her pussy into Graz'zts conquering tongue. Tears of shame leaked down her cheeks even as she came apart, orgasming into her new master, it would be the first of many that night.
The hours went by, and the debauchery continued, Bix was taken next by Graz'zts tail, the immense length and width unlike anything she’d experienced before, as she sank slowly down into the Hutts length she prayed for Cassian to find her, to save her, and when the night came to a close, when Graz'zt retired to his bedchambers, taking her with him, when he revealed his cock to her and rutted into her, atop a bed of furs, making her moan in pleasure, he thought perhaps he’d finally found the perfect women, and in a haze of unwanted bliss, as Bix felt hot Hutt cum being pumped into her, filling her up, she moaned like a Hutt slut and came apart, dread, shame and lust mixing within the new slavegirl.
Three years later
Captain Cassian Andor, rebel intelligence officer and one of the founding members of the rebel alliance, made his way through the crowded Hutt palace, he and Vel were meeting with a Zabrak arms dealer who had intel on a Imperial weapons facility, one of Graz'zts lot, Cassian despised this moon, Hutt space in general, working with slavers and rapists left a nasty taste in his mouth and a stain on his soul that couldn’t be wiped clean, but there was very little Cassian wouldn’t do for the destruction of the Empire, even if it meant working with this one. He and Vel were dressed in dark military gear, and fit right in with the mercs and assassins that littered the hall, it was a lavish wild party they found themselves in, a night of sexual debauchery by the look of things, Vel kept close to his side, her palm resting on her blaster, his sharp eyes took in the room, finding his target.
Headed to the dark corner of the hall Cassian couldn’t help his eyes from straying to the golden dias that stood above the merriment, the grotesque Hutt Lord was fucking his favourite, the olive skinned woman had her legs spread around the Hutt’s tail, her knees and belly resting atop the Hutts own belly, her body bouncing up and down, her waist length silky black hair swaying with each thrust, her moans echoing around the room. She was draped in an exquisite fur coat, a golden collar wrapped her throat, and a tiara sat atop her head, she turned her head just enough to reveal pouting lips studded through with gold, heavy makeup and golden tattoos worked into her olive skin, Hutt markings, he saw her belly was swollen, she was pregnant, that skin also marked with golden Hutt scripture. Something about her was familiar, if she’d just turn her head a little more.
“Cas… sick isn’t it”, Cassian looked away from the alluring slave and her disgusting to look at Vel, his conrad and friend, “yeah… its fucked”, he forced himself to think about the mission, “there’s our man”, Vel nodded and lead the way to the meet, and Cassian took once last look at the Hutts favourite, the dias was moving back into a dark alcove, taking them to somewhere privet, the girl moaning still, humping on the Hutts length, coming apart with a scream as the gilded doors sealed behind the two, strange, there was something about her… Cassian’s attention once again was brought back to Vel and the arms dealer as they sat, and he found himself drawn into the dark dealings of espionage, it was only when they were flying out of orbit that Casian thought again about the slavegirl, he pitied her, a fate such as that was awful, to be a sexual slave to a Hutt. But Cassian already had many foes, he couldn’t add a Hutt Lord to the list. One Empire at a time.
The End.