"Nar Shaddaa...?" Was the only thing Qui'laa, a young green Twi'lek could think while quietly sitting in her small, barren cell aboard a simple, freighter like shuttle that was speeding toward one of the hundreds of star ports to make a delivery. "I mean....I like to think I was a good slave on Ryloth...but would I be good enough for a crime boss...or...or even a Hutt..?" Her mind continued to race while she listened to the rumble of the engines, the buckling of the ship as it entered the atmosphere, the pilot's brief conversation about landing clearance.
It was not much longer before the roar of engines calmed down, a low thud, and the ship went silent, save for the rhythmic clang of boots against the shuttle's metal floor. Knowing what this meant, Qui'laa stood herself up, taking a deep breath in hopes of silence her racing mind, instead focusing it on her usual thoughts when she's about to be presented. Fold hands over stomach, bow head, feet together, always stay two steps behind and one to the right of whomever is guiding you. Returning her mind to a place of familiarity, in a routine she was not only taught on Ryloth, but grew up on as well as with a collar around her neck, it brought her a great sense of comfort, letting her be walked out of her cell and down the boarding ramp by the human pilot whom guided the young slave girl with the same demeanor one would have when delivering any other parcel to a stranger.
Stepping from the dim lighting of the battered shuttle, to the dancing lights of the star port, mixed with the chorus of voices and the unique aroma of the alien star port, Qui'laa couldn't help but take a moment to glance around, losing her focus and wandering out of step, only to be reminded of her place when the chain leash trailing to her collar is pulled taught. Realizing her mistake, Qui hurries to return to her proper place behind the human when he approaches a waiting Devaronian man.
While the two discussed business in context the young slave didn't fully understand, the Twi kept herself still, respectfully waiting to be addressed before she spoke up. She did however take this chance to steal glances at this man, unsure if he was to be her new owner, or simply a representative. A tall man with tangerine skin, large horns that curled outward, narrow eyes that dart over to the slave frequently, stealing glances at her as she does to him. His build was a broad one, clearly a man used to working hard for what he wants, and fighting harder to defend it with the garb of a wealthy man covering it. A tight crimson untucked top with a sash running across his chest, left shoulder to right hip, a bright amber with golden trim and curling inlay with a pair of black dress pants covering his legs.
She felt a touch under dressed for the occasion, not that she was showing too much skin, she'd prefer if she were naked in all honesty, but wearing a simple set of black undergarments with a leather headband hardly announced to the crowd that she was a slave of any value. Qui simply stood quietly behind the human, letting the Devaronian make whatever assumptions he wanted about her, she'd face his judgment soon enough once he had decided whether or not she'd be of any worth to him or any patron he has.
With the details of the deal wrapped up, the Devaronian finally approaches the quiet alien girl, giving her another once over with his eyes before reaching an firm hand out to grip the slave by her chin, turning her head left, then right, inspecting her closely, a thumb running over her lips to feel for fullness, the hand moving to her lekku to feel for deformations or hidden damage. Nodding to himself, the man continues his inspection, moving down to glide a hand across her arm, noting her soft, smooth green skin, the sweet scent of her perfume, the quiet coos she makes when he touches her, so used to whimpers, growls or curses when he handles a captive, she seems different. Eager to test this slave's limits, the horned man steps back, speaking in a firm, yet flirtatious tone. "Be a good girl and get out of those garments, would you? I'm not feeling like fighting a slave to see her best features."
No sooner had he ordered it, that Qui lifts her hands from her stomach to pull her bra off her body, letting her large, soft, plump breasts spill free, easily a pair of D cups with full dark green nipples. Next to go were her panties, stepping out of her garments when they hit the floor, revealing her toned, heart shaped ass and smooth pussy on full display. Feeling far more confidant, the Twi'lek takes a more casual, flirtatious pose, leaning her weight on her right leg, right hand on her hip, off-hand left to hang freely, she replies to the man. "Gladly. I have nothing to hide."
Seeing this sudden change in the slave, the Devaronian man couldn't stop himself from grinning, seeing this slave girl was different than others that find their way here. She was a gorgeous young thing, with long slender legs, wide hips, a tight dancer's build with a soft voice and a pair of baby blue eyes full of life and energy. Taking a hold of Qui'laa's leash to firmly pull her toward him, the man uses his off hand to cup and fondle one of the slave's full, plump breasts, feeling it is all natural, the result of superior Twi'lek breeding like the rest of her. "She will do nicely. The credits will be transferred within the hour." The Devaronian states to the human who simply shrugs and returns to his shuttle to await the transfer before he leaves.
When the man had fully vanished from sight, the Devaronian immediately reaches down to take the slave's ass in his hand, giving the firm, toned cheeks to lead her out of the star port, noting how the young slave hadn't flinched, whimpered, or tried to slap him when he made such a bold move, rather she seemed to lean into his touch, flashing the man a playful wink. Taking her chain link leash in his other hand, he gives it a firm, yet playful tug before bringing the slave up the lift, through the lobby and out to the bustling streets of the city.
Without delay Qui'la follows her owner letting her heart shaped ass churn in the man's grip while she walks beside the man, feeling like a senator's trophy wife or prized mistress rather than a slave, especially given the man's rich garments. Taking a moment to glance around this strange new area she's entered: the bright lights, the holographic plants, the abundance of images and text of aggressive advertising, along with the numerous alien races, the latter being nothing new to her though there are many she never saw on Ryloth. Her presence had not gone unnoticed either, while a scantily clad Twi'lek was far from a new sight, nor one escorted by an owner or a client, but all of this, while carrying her naked body with a chipper smile and a flirtatious wink to the occasional passerby that she notices checking her out.
Letting out a low chuckle, the slave's new owner gave the green girl a firm slap on the ass. Listening to her quiet yelp from the smack. "You're different than the other girls… I don't have to bribe or get high to do what I want fresh off the ship." He stops, firmly pushing the Twi'lek against a nearby wall before pressing himself against her firmly, forcing his lips against her own while pushing his knee between her legs, making his thigh glide across her exposed pussy. He takes his time kissing the slave, savoring her taste, how soft and full her lips are, the warmth of her touch, the coos and sighs she lets out when he handles her, taking her wrists in his grip before lifting them above her head, keeping them pinned with one hand. He knows she doesn't need to be restrained, he can tell she'll be good and not only let him do what he wants, but will put her own effort into pleasuring him, rather than just laying back and accepting it as other broken slaves will.
Proving his assumptions correct, the young slave widens her legs to let the man have full access to her some of her most valuable assets, while squirming against her master's grip, far from enough to break free from him, but enough to make her lekku and breasts bounce and sway before his eyes, on top of each breath making her bare chest rise and fall. Looking up into her master's eyes with her own baby blues, the young Twi'lek asks in a soft, yet flirtatious tone "Does master want to play with his new toy?"
Without a moment's hesitation, the man begins to fight with his own expensive dress pants to open them with the one hand not holding his new prize in place, finally managing to open it by breaking any means of keeping it closed before forcing his own hips against his slave's. Suddenly forcing himself against his newest acquisition, his now exposed, fully erect cock missing its mark and grinding up against her soft, toned stomach, his lips clumsily pressing against her own, feeling his alien slave tilt her head to make it far more enjoyable for the both of them. After several awkward thrusts against her stomach, finding his cock against her bare belly feels better than sensations he's had for awhile, finally manages to pull back and force his thick, nine inch cock into her waiting pussy, hilting himself inside her all in one firm push. Feeling the rush of his flesh getting buried deep inside the young Twi'lek, he lets out a guttural groan of sheer bliss. Her pussy was hot, wet, velvety smooth, tight as a virgin despite lacking the physical barrier that would denote her as one. Its clear she's taking care of herself for the enjoyment of her potential clientele, she will make a fine fuck toy for him and his friends, and anyone else he decides to rent her out to.
Feeling the man buck into her, fill her up in one hard thrust, the odd taste of his lips like a strange mix of alcohol and smoke able spices, neither of which she could identify but her focus quickly shifted to satisfying this man as best she could, as was her purpose in life. Pushing her tongue past her lips then his she makes it glide and dance across his own tongue, pressing her restrained bare body against him while it steadily bounce onto and off of his thickness from each hard buck into her heavenly folds. Her perfume was sweet, and he was close enough to get a good whiff, her lips tasted of honey from her gloss, the coos and moans of pleasure she was making, how soft and warm she was, how drop dead gorgeous this alien slave looked, she truly was a feast for all the senses. She had to admit that the man was an...interesting lover, certainly gentler than some of those she happened to catch the eye of back on Ryloth, he at least wasn't tugging on her lekku for the fun of it.
Overwhelmed by just how wondrous this Twi'lek felt against himself, how intoxicating it was to be around this woman let alone burying himself balls deep into her heavenly folds, it is not long before his balls churn, his cock throbs, and a hot load of cum is sprayed deep into his alien slave girl. Letting out a deep groan of enjoyment, feeling his seed spill out far sooner than he was hoping, the man continues to thrust into as aggressively as before, hoping the experience would be just as good as it was before. So focused on his slave, on continuing this rush of euphoria, on getting his money's worth form this girl, he fails to be aware of his surroundings, and realize that he wasn't being discrete in where he was pleasuring himself. Forced from his euphoria by a hand grabbing him by the horn, the Devaronian man finds himself pulled away from his gorgeous beauty only to be brought face to face with a far less welcoming sight, a broad bodied, scowling, combat scarred Weequay clearly quite unhappy about having to deal with a possibly drunken man with his pants down, and one wearing the uniform of Cartel Security.
Seeing the Weequay baring a symbol she knew quite well from her days on Ryloth had become enraged by them, Qui falls to her knees, backed against the wall and trembling in fear, terrified her career as a Nar Shaddaa slave girl was going to suddenly end as another blaster target abandoned in the streets. She watches her master desperately try to talk his way out of this rather embarrassing situation, emphasized by him having to talk down the brute while needing to hold his pants closed thanks to breaking the clasps before. Tucking her legs together, crossing her arms over her chest, the young slave does as much as she can do to cover herself while watching the Cartel associate use his leverage on her master's horn to bend his head back before winding up and delivering a devastating blow across his cheek to send him tumbling to the ground, out cold with his pants down around his thighs. Against her better judgment, Qui cannot stop herself from letting out a yelp when she watches her master take the sudden blow, ending up in the stern gaze of the Cartel thug, her mind racing with a thousand different ways this situation could end negatively for her. Watching him approach slowly, eyes never leaving her form, shadow cast over her helpless form, she can think of nothing to say that wasn't already tried by her master, and even if she thought of the perfect excuse, she was far too terrified of this man to speak. Much to her surprise, the man instead simply grabs her leash, silently turning and beginning to walk further down the street. Before her leash and go taut, and imply she doesn't want to follow him, Qui jumps to her feet and takes the proper place following behind this man, wondering what exactly he had in mind for her ultimate fate. Silently following behind the man, she wonders why she hasn't been punished for her involvement in the act, unless this was a slow walk to perform a more public display of authority.
After a five minute walk, and rounding a corner the Weequay brings the slave he's been walking to a parked speeder baring the symbol of the Cartel across the back, gesturing to the passenger seat before climbing in to drive. When she does climb in, and the speeder begins to take off, the driver takes what chances her can to steal glances over at the naked slave girl beside him, reaching over to firmly grab her by the head, and force her to bend so her face is inches from his belt. "Get me off before we get there...and I'll paint you in a better light." He firmly tells her, keeping their destination in the dark before letting go of the slave to see how she responds.
Eager to please the man, she begins working to free the mound she feels growing beneath the man's pants, springing to life when she finally opens the front, feeling it slap against her soft green cheek. Taking the base into her hand, pumping slowly, kissing up and down his shaft slowly, tenderly, kissing it the same way she would a lover, going up the man's ten inch cock before circling the mushroom head with her tongue. She listens to his moans of pleasure, feels his cock throb to life, tastes the flesh against her tongue as she starts bobbing her head onto and off of him slowly, eagerly, letting out a deep moan of her own. Taking him deeper and deeper, feeling the head of his cock start to glide down her hot, tight throat while suckling the shaft, her hand slides down from the base of his cock to let her lips replace it while her hand reaches around to cup and fondle his scrotum, working his orbs in her fingers. His cock throbbed in her mouth and tongue, his groans getting louder, a hand reaching down to push her head down into his crotch, wanting his cock deeper and deeper down her throat, groaning in his native tongue before the hand on the back of her head glides down one of her lekku, then around to cup and fondle her plump D cup. She replies to the man's dominance with a satisfied moan, muffled from the cock down her throat while swaying her naked body in his grip, letting him feel her up to his heart's content while she works his fat, thick cock, feeling it and his scrotum throb to life inside her. Knowing what that means, she swallows his entire cock, lips pressed right against his hips before taking his heavy load of cum down her throat and into her stomach. Sliding off of his thickness, she hears the man groan out "Uuuuuggghh... you'll do well where we're going.."
Looking up at him, suckling the tip clean of cum before tucking his saliva drenched cock back into his pants, she asks "Where is that?" before lifting herself fully, and seeing a Hutt's palace before her as they begin to descend
The palace stood like a mountain towering above the comparatively ramshackle city around it, like a pile of rubble surrounding a golden monument to the vice and excess that had made the smuggler's moon so prosperous. Ra'lona had heard of the lavish palaces of the Hutt Cartel, dens of pleasure and agony, of luxury and suffering, and it was steadily drawing closer as her Weequay escort drags her closer by her flimsy rope leash. Blue eyes roaming over the spacious grounds surrounding the palace, filled with guests, suitors and gangsters all accented with a garden befitting the Coruscant senate itself, this entire set up possibly a strange parody of the center of the Senate. Surrounded by such wealth and excess, by exotic flowers, alien statues and working fountains pumping clean water, a luxury those in the lower levels would kill for as a simple decoration, Ra'lona couldn't help but feel worthless. She was walked naked at the end of a leash for everyone to see as just another alien slave girl to be used up and cast aside like any other worthless object.
If the outside was a monument, the inside was a precious jewel of the cartel, no expense spared in displaying both the power and the bottomless wealth of the palace's owner, and it was working on this humble slave girl, each new rare treasure or priceless antique compounding how truly expendable she is hardly worth more than any speeder you'd find a mile within this Hutt's chateau of luxury and excess.
It would be around a ten minute march of humiliation with her gorgeous naked body on full display a midst clientele, gangsters, influences, and fellow slaves, all taking note of the new meat being paraded before them on her way to an unknown destination. She assumes a cell of some kind for later sale is her destination or a place for a more complicated form of punishment if the Weequay was still cross with her about how her master or former master now used her. Keeping her head down, Ra'lona let the eyes roam her body, making their own judgments about whether or not she belongs here at all. She feels a hundred eyes roam her tight, hourglass form, her soft skin that catches the light of her surroundings as they flow across her plump D breasts, her toned heart shaped ass, her long unmarked lekku and her bare smooth pussy. When the march comes to an end, she feels the hulk of a man with her leash firmly plant his hand on her shoulder, stopping her before a large archway with a cacophony of music and voices coming from within.
Looking up to the man while tilting her head slightly she hears the man speak in a firm, serious tone but one that seemed more concerned about her than angry or frustrated like he seemed before. "When we go inside, you are to behave as you have before...but better. Maggra has scrutinizing taste in slaves, and if you want to become more than a floor scrubber you'll want to make him want you. It'd be a shame to have a good little slut like you waste away as a toiling girl."
Hearing the man's warning, Ra'lona nods in solemn understanding, before a sweet smile crosses her lips. Her spirits rise when she hears a man so used to working in or around such an amazing place seeing any beauty in such a girl. Feeling a renewed sense of purpose and worth, she confidently follows the man through the large archway, her proper two steps back and one to the right where she belongs, letting anyone who wants take in her bare form, imagine her doing whatever they want to imagine. Looking around the room, she sees a bustling scene of courtiers, petitioners, mercenaries, performers, slaves and lieutenants about the room, all playing out what comes together as a condensed display of all she saw on her trip here. Topless slaves performing for those worthy of their master's favor to music of a hired band, others being made to pleasure their clientele while adding their coos and moans to the music filling the air. At the far end of the room was the famed palace's owner, the infamous Maggra the Hutt, whose large amber eyes quickly settle upon the nude beauty being brought before him.
Watching the naked Twi'lek being brought before his dais, he took note of how she followed without needing to be dragged by her leash, made no effort to cover herself, bows her head to her betters but still walks with confidence and energy, these things spoke to her character, how well she could serve, and he was eager to test her limits.
Looking up into the Hutt's eyes, watching them roam over her body before he takes her leash from his underling, taking note of how his tongue runs across his lips while he wraps the slack of her leash around his hand. All eyes were upon her and she could feel it, even those balls deep in a slave looked over to watch what becomes of the new girl. Her mind begins racing again, wondering what was going to happen to her, if she'd made a good first impression on the Hutt, only to be awoken from her stupor by her leash suddenly snapping against her flesh, hearing her master call out in a demanding tone. "Please me."
This was her moment to prove she was worth keeping, worth living in the kind of wealth and luxury most Twi'leks could only dream of, that her lifetime of training and study were not a waste. Closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, she makes the world around her fade away, she thinks only on her work. Her body begins to sway, her shoulders roll and her feet slide to separate her legs before doing a quick yet graceful twirl in place, making her twin lekku sway like dancing ribbons. Seizing the momentum, Ra'lona bends herself back before doing the same with her head, keeping herself upright on one foot while bracing herself with her leash as it rests between her breasts. Letting this pose linger a moment, she hears the band start up a new song for her that matches the pace of her current performance. She feels the eyes of the crowd roaming her naked body while she sways and twirls her body for them all to enjoy, slowly letting her mind slip back to reality but not so much as to let herself become distracted, lest her focus slip followed by her performance. In time she cam to recognize this song, one she had performed to only days before she was shipped off of Ryloth, and quietly began to sing it to herself while she shows off her best features beneath the show lights that now focus upon the nude slave.
With the end of the song comes the end to her show, Ra'lona doing a final twirl and bow to the crowd, only to feel a sudden hand upon her shoulder that in one hard thrust sends the slave tumbling to the ground onto her back. A chorus of laughter soon follows with Maggra's being the loudest, eyes roaming the Twi'lek's nude form as she was laying before him. Looking up from this position, Ra'lona sees the one who left her in this position, a brutish looking Trandoshan clad only in a pair of breeches whom seizes the chance by grabbing her legs to pull her bare hips against his own, even as it leaves her upper half awkwardly bent back to look at her new master from an inverted perspective. A midst the jumble of whistles, cat calls and further laughter, Ra'lona swears she hears what sounds like a mix of deep growling and shifting fabric, only to feel a hot pillar of flesh suddenly glide against her exposed pussy. She looks up toward her captor just in time to watch the throbbing column of flesh force itself deep into her waiting pussy, his three fingered hands shifting to firmly grip the alien slave by her beautiful heart shaped ass, savoring her cries of pleasure and surprise while she throws her head back and shuts her eyes, she has such a fine set of lungs. She hears the cheers and whistles grow louder after her yelp finishes, feeling the reptilian man buck into her steadily, firmly, feeling her breasts bounce each time followed shortly by a foot firmly resting atop one of her lekku to remind her of her place. Another cry escapes her lips when she feels the head of the man's cock begin to hammer against her cervix, the only thing keeping his ten inch cock from breaking through into her delicate womb, though she could tell he was certainly trying.
Again and again she feels the Trandoshan buck into her virgin tight, heavenly smooth pussy, ashamed to admit that being violated like this in front of every one, utterly at the mercy of a stranger was something she'd subtly dreamed of. Being utterly helpless at the mercy of a stranger, especially one with scaly hands against her soft skin, his groans and hisses of pleasure, his foot firmly but not painfully reminding her of just how much power he has over her. So focused on the pleasure of the moment, her own cries of bliss mixing with both her abuser's and the crowd's, Ra'lona again fails to hear someone approach, only to be greeted with the feel of an erect cock head pressing against her lips, and a pair of four fingered hands firmly gripping her bouncing D cups. Opening her eyes, she watches the fully erect cock of a lust fueled Doug be thrust hard into her mouth, going so deep as to slide down her throat to the point it bulges out, his full sack pressing firmly into her nose and filling her vision. Back and forth her body is forced as the two force themselves upon their helpless captive, knowing by the way she moves, how her grunts and groans sound, how she subtly leans into each thrust and caress that she was more than willing, even if she won't admit it.
Despite wanting to make this last as long as he could, loving the feel of the ravishing slave's virgin like pussy against his cock, the Trandoshan could feel his climax rapidly approaching. Gritting his blade like teeth, digging his hands so hard into the slave's cheeks it makes her whimper into the Dug's cock, the ravenous lizard man's cock finally pushes hard enough to force his throbbing cock past the girl's barrier to finally cum hard into her womb, unloading so much it begins leaking onto the stone floor for all to see. Having gotten what he wanted from the voluptuous green slave, the Trandoshan simply rips his cock from her filled pussy before abruptly dropping her and wandering off, closing his pants without a second glance back, leaving the slave longing for just a little more, she was so close.
It was not over for Ra'lona however, she still had a Dug down her throat, a Dug who looks up from molesting her plump breasts to see an opportunity he could not pass up. While the Twi'lek laid before him, not even giving her a moment of respite, the amorous Dug pulls his saliva drenched cock from her lips, the head slapping her before he scrambles on all fours over the slave. His four hands scramble across her bare flesh, groping and caressing her body as he goes before forcing her to roll onto her stomach before taking a cheek in each hand and thrusting hard against her puckered asshole, forcing himself in with her saliva as lubricant.
Feeling her hot, tight asshole being forced open, Ra'lona cannot stop herself from letting out a cry before settling into steady, rhythmic moans and coos each time the strange creature bucks into her. Pushing up to her hands and knees, now able to see more than a man's scrotum slapping her in the face, she can finally see the entire room has joined in one the fun, as the court has broken out into a spontaneous orgy between courtiers and slaves. Everywhere she looks she sees species and genders mixing with this cum filled Twi'lek slave at the center of it all. Her focus is brought back to the man behind her as he props himself up on his hind legs, using his forelimbs to grope and fondle her hanging D cups, tongue running up her back as he both mocks her in a language she doesn't know, and buries himself fully into the girl's tight, hot asshole. All of these sensations, the cock hilted inside of her, the moans and cries of the orgy around her, the strong hands molesting her plump mounds, Ra'lona cannot take any more. With her own cry of euphoria, her stuffed pussy erupts with a burst of her juices mixed with reptilian seed coating the floor between her legs. It is not long after her body tenses up from her orgasm, that the strange man latched to her explodes with his own seed deep inside her asshole, giving her breasts one final squeeze and parting slap before pulling himself out and sauntering off with satisfied snickering.
"Oh ho ho ho ho." Chuckles Maggra as he surveys the spontaneous scene that's playing out before him, all from this little slave girl he did not even buy or send for, but she was proving to be a fine prize regardless. With a single firm tug of her leash, the slave was forced onto his dais, the nude beauty just barely able to scramble to her feet before she is face to face with her new master, his large amber eyes fixed on his newest play thing. While one hand firmly holds her leash so tight her soft, toned body is pressed into his thick leathery hide, his other hand starting to roam over her body to see just how her body felt first hand, "Mmmm...You're finer than the usual stock my men bring to me." the Hutt states before running his tongue from her breasts, up her chest and along her cheek, curling enough to run along one of her lek before retracting it. "And you know your proper place as the galaxy's concubine..." he continues before giving her leash enough slack so she lays back enough for his eyes to glance down at her beautiful form, smeared in his thick saliva, leaking the cum of his courtiers. "A shame.." he thinks while staring at the slave's nethers, the show was intoxicating to be sure, but it did leave her stuffed with a lesser creature's cum, and he wasn't about to soil himself by going near it. "A shame..." he repeats this time out loud "I was hoping to join in on the night's revelry, especially since you were the one to start it all." Maggra continues before tossing his newest slave onto the floor before his dais, licking his lips in anticipation. "But I will still have my show..." chuckles Maggra before he throws a switch on his throne, causing the ground beneath Ra'lona to give weigh, a shreik of terror following before plummeting into the darkness below.
It was a disorienting experience, sliding down the pitch black chute before tumbling face first into the sandy floor of the beast pit. Groaning and shaking her head, Ra'lona needed a moment to collect herself, hearing the laughter and whistles from above as the floor had shifted to let guests peer down into the pit with an energy barrier keeping them protected from the fall. Her attention however is focused on all the bones around her, rather horrified by the display, wondering what she'd done to deserve being given this treatment, unaware that a faint hissing coming from the walls was a pheromone laden gas that might convince whatever greets her of her other uses. Ra'lona could only pray for mercy or salvation as the heavy door to her master's menagerie began to rumble open, any number of galactic beasts or monsters could be coming for her
It was a haunting sound, the rumbling of the heavy metal door while the aged mechanisms hauling the hulking mass shriek in protest but continue onward regardless. The gap made by the rising door widened slowly, the barren square room of metal walls and sandy floor no larger than a bedroom opening to the dimly lit hall with an all too familiar silhouette. The stubby legs, the long toned arms, the round hulking torso, it couldn't be mistaken for anything else. Stepping into the light of cast by the chamber above, many world's apex predator the Rancor.
Ra'lona couldn't believe what she was seeing, thrown to the mercy of one of the galaxy's most powerful and terrifying creatures when she'd done everything she was told and hadn't even complained or resisted when she was violated for their amusement. It was only when a chorus of cheers filled the air that Ra'lona is roused from her bewilderment, her instinct making her dash toward the first opening she can find, a service hall used by the menagerie's keepers. It seems like it'll be a clear shot, until one of the Rancor's claws swipes toward her which narrowly misses by Ra'lona giving up momentum and dashing to the side. Hoping the beast would be slow to respond, she continues to dash toward the service hall, noting how it was narrower and only open enough for a person or two to pass through. Hoping this was small enough to avoid the beast, Ra'lona is too focused to notice it had swing its hand back in a follow through and backhanded the helpless slave. With a yelp and a tumble, Ra'lona finds herself flung several feet and tumbling across the sand coated floor, scratched here and there by protruding bones. Lifting her head with a groan, it takes the poor slave a moment to recover from the blow, a moment that leaves her unable to stop the predator from reaching out to grab the slave by her ankle, rousing a cry of terror from its prey while she claws at the sand beneath her frantically. Feeling the beast release her, Ra'lona scrambles to her knees before feeling the Rancor's four fingered hand clamp around her body, prompting both a shriek of terror from its victim, and a cry of delight from those watching from above. Lifted to eye level, those small glossy orbs roaming over her bare naked form while feeling rush of air from the far larger nostrils, Ra'lona can do little more than struggle desperately for freedom. Shortly after, she feels the beast's heavy wet tongue run along her plump D breasts, her soft green skin, lifting her lekku when she turns her head away from the beast. Unknown to her, the air and her skin has become laden with pheromones from the hissing she failed to notice when she first tumbled into this death pit. It is not much later that Ra'lona feels the beast's grip loosen enough to make the focus of its grip now her midsection, breasts just above its thumb and legs dangling free, and when she feels something slick, throbbing, smooth between her legs.
The Rancor was a bull, one in the midst of the mating season it had become seasonal on its world, and though she was so small, it seemed this squirming alien girl would have to do. Figuring it could find a meal another time, possibly one of the Evocii that wash its cell the great beast pulls his hips back before pushing the fat, blood gorged head of its cock against the helpless slave's folds, and in one hard thrust forces itself into her. Ignoring the cry from its victim as well as the cheers and laughter from above, all sounds he had become familiar with, the great bull starts thrusting further, feeling the woman's hot wet pussy shift to accommodate his column of flesh, and any resistance quickly able to be pushed past with his incredible strength. Finally finding relief from the building lust that had been driving the beast mad, the mighty Rancor quickly doubled its pace, making the helpless slave cry out louder as she feels the colossal cock stretch her to the point the outline of the beast's cock could be seen in her stomach.
It took all that Ra'lona had to keep her senses together, feeling the beast violating her deeper and harder than she'd even thought physically possible. The only possible comfort she could find in this torment was that at least she is putting on a show for those above, and that alone may get her help at some point. Hearing a deep, satisfied rumble from the beast's throat, Ra'lona decided to look up at the beast to see if it had something in mind, only to realize it wasn't her current client that had made it. Bending her head up, Ra'lona went pale when she saw a second, shorter Rancor making its way from behind the other and had clearly taken a liking to what it saw. Unable to do more than squirm thanks to both the vice like hand around her on top of the column of flesh hammering away at her pussy, Ra'lona could only cry in protest as the second bull forced a thick, throbbing cock into her mouth and down her throat without any effort. Both cocks hammering away inside her body, one pushing well into her womb, the other she swears she feels inside her stomach, certain the tips will touch inside her, it takes every scrap of strength she can muster to even stay conscious a midst all of this. Her breasts and lekku bounce and sway each time the great beasts hammer away at her pussy and throat, both cocks throbbing inside her, both spraying her insides with their pre-cum which only drives them on to ravage the helpless slave girl more. In the midst of her torment, her abuse, her humiliation at the hands of two galactic apex predators, those above had been loving the show, especially Maggra who had been having servants collecting bets as to whether or not she would even survive the ordeal... with a small buy in cost of course to guarantee some profit for him on top of the renown he would gain from having put on such a unique show. The show had continued down below, her normally virgin tight, hot pussy was stretched to its absolute limits by the thickness ravaging her while the bull's blood engorged cock rapidly violated her, only thickening further when the beast began to fill her with its hot, thick cum, surging in several hot loads inside of her ravaged, tortured pussy. Not long after the other began to shoot its load inside her throat and stomach, the Twi'lek able to collect her thoughts long enough to be grateful that the ordeal was nearly over, almost out of what breath she was able to take, and that the two didn't cum at once, which may have torn her apart inside more than they already had. Hanging limp on their two cocks as a heavy amount of their cum spills from her mouth, trickles from her nose from the force against her sinuses, and a torrent from her pussy when both pull themselves free from the alien slave. Lifting the slave back to its beady eyes and open nostrils, the musk of twin Rancor cum mixed with what small traces it detected from prior clients compared to its own. Hearing her weak groans and coughs to free her throat from lingering seed, the bull hardly feels she'd be a satisfying, or even healthy meal and carelessly tosses her aside before turning to return to its den with the other Rancor.
After hitting the sand and rolling, just how she had gotten into this situation, Ra'lona could barely lift her head enough to look at those hollering and cheering about the show she had put on, though hears her master's voice above them all barking "Take the whore to be restored and tightened. If she lives, bring her to my chambers." Drifting in and out of consciousness, Ra'lona feels a pair of hands dragging her along, strong and calloused from hard labor, finally finding herself drifting to a continuous sleep when she feels the cool touch of a healing tank's fluids against her skin, and a breathing mask over her nose, letting weakness overcome her