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Star Wars: A Twi'lek Destiny	By : SlutWriter Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 128511 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-A Twi'lek Destiny
- 2-Twi'lek Slave Trash
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Sara Letana was living a double life.
On one side she was a seamstress, earning a reasonable living on the Twi’lek homeworld, Ryloth, along with her husband Nab and her daughter, Tali. She worked, she had dinner with her family (when Nab wasn’t too busy with his medical duties), she went to market, she did all of the normal things a Twi’lek might do. Even with the Galactic Senate dissolved and the Empire growing more authoritarian by the day, it was a decent life.
Yet her ‘other side’ was far from decent. Since falling under the sway of two human boys in the slums of the capital, Sara had developed a burning need to sexually degrade herself as much as possible. This was the secret that she carried with her each day as she performed the duties of a wife and mother. The eyes of the market thoroughfare saw her as they always had, as an innocent, good-natured female Twi’lek of astounding beauty and voluptuousness. They did not know that she had been utterly enslaved over the course of weeks and months by two boys who treated her brutally.
Nobody, least of all her husband, knew that she had come to crave the beatings, the constant rapes, the mind-destroying humiliation.
Nobody knew that when Sara saw a young, cute human boy, all she could think about was being skull-fucked by him until her brains were scrambled.
Each morning she would holo with Nab and tell him she was taking their daughter Tali to school with the rest of the younglings. Instead, she walked with her daughter to see an Imperial supply administrator, where she would trade for what the humans called ‘bimbo pills’ - a capsuled cocktail of hormones, genetic modifiers and nanomachines that would perform a gradual rewrite on her physiology. Adjutant Wirkin, in charge of ‘cracking down’ on illicit trade on Ryloth, was a middle-aged human male with lustful eyes and no scruples; to him, the home planet of the Twi’leks was a backwater territory that provided him easy access to females famed for their beauty and grace. Under his watch the slave trades of old continued, with the agents of the Galactic Empire skimming off the top. They allowed transactions that profited them while brutally suppressing the rest. There was talk around the city that for every indentured Twi’lek slave-girl ‘rescued’ by the storm-troopers and paraded about for public relations, two more were passed as bribes to Imperial officers, who then allowed the next twenty to proceed to their destinations in the remote territories.
Wirkin also had a taste for young Twi’lek girls, of which Sara’s daughter was a prime specimen. Thus a deal had been made that resulted in twelve-year-old Tali bouncing up and down on a large Imperial officer’s cock, her legs splayed about his knees as he sat, her small arms around his neck. The girl moaned and cooed and worshiped his liver-lipped mouth with sloppy kisses, her young eyes filled with amorous attention. The officer, Adjutant Wirkin, paid half-attention to the girl as she bounced her tight pre-teen pussy up and down his burly rod, addressing Sara at the same time.
“For this, thirty pills,” he huffed, heavyset and breathing hard as his arms wrapped around Tali’s small hips. Each squeezing descent of the girl’s body caused rivulets of her cunt sap to slide down Wirkin’s ballsack. Tali was being fucked by the Adjutant in the very office he was supposed to be using to regulate Ryloth’s markets, and Sara herself was nearby, on her knees with her large breasts exposed for the man’s viewing pleasure.
“M-mother, his human penis feels good!” Tali moaned, and continued to bounce, going back to sucking on the man’s swampy tongue as she was manhandled up and down. “There are so many bumps and veins on it! And it’s so fat!”
“Nnngh!” Wirkin grunted. “You Twi’lek trash, trading their own daughter for a few favors! You’re nothing but animals!” Sara could tell that Wirkin and the other humans saw Twi’leks as galactic waste. This made her feel comfortable in her place, and horny besides. Sara bit her lip and watched Wirkin fuck Tali with his fat, middle-aged cock. For her, it made perfect sense. It was the duty of every Twi’lek female, regardless of age, to serve as cock-sleeves for human penises. She fingered herself on the floor as the violation pf her child occurred, thinking about what a piece of garbage Tali was, what a piece of garbage she was, thinking about the thiry pills and how their effects would please her two ‘owners’, the slum-dweller boys, Kit and Narmo.
“Fuck, yes, tear apart my daughter’s bald little cunt!” Sara moaned, tweaking one of her turgid, thick nipples and twisting it in an unconscious imitation of the treatment she’d come to expect from human men and boys alike. She had learned to crave being fingered, slapped, groped and struck from all angles, and now saw it as a Twi’lek’s duty to absorb human sexual aggression. Her ears picked up on the wet stretching sound of the Adjutant’s stout, sweaty cock expanding Tali’s tender insides. It sounded like womp-rat meat being pulled off of a skewer, and the wet, tension-filled sound of flesh being re-shaped turned Sara on all the more. “Mess up her pussy!” she moaned, lifting one of her swollen, enlarged nipples to her mouth and licking it. “Turn it into the shape of your human dick!”
“Nngh, you tentacle-headed bitch!” the older man growled, his belly bulging in his imperial officer’s uniform. “Watch as your worthless daughter takes my cum!” His hands groped her taut young buttocks, the pliant flesh pouring out of the gaps between his fingers, and he forced her body down hard on his prong. Tali moaned, her slender lekku swaying behind her as he she tossed her head back. They were nowhere near as fat as her mother’s, a reminder of her tender age. Her body went rigid and she cried out, squinting her wide, expressive eyes shut and collapsing against Wirkin’s chest. Beneath her, Sara could see every detail of the way her hairless cunt lips were stretched around the throbbing, grotesquely thick root of his sweat-oiled pipe, her petite stature making it look even larger. They groaned out together in their disparate voices, and from the twitches of Wirkin’s body and the tooth-clenched puffing of his reddened face, Sara could count the hot, thick blasts of semen being poured into Tali’s womb - four, five, six and more. Humans could cum a lot; it was one of the things Sara adored about brutal, abusive human males the most = they never seemed to run out of cum and piss to fill her with. In that moment, she envied her daughter, and would have gladly taken her place, were it not for the predilections of Wirkin and his circle of enforcement officers and captains. They liked their partners young, inappropriately young, and paid handsomely in contraband pills for them.
The adjutant’s cock was still iron-hard and lodged in Tali’s underdeveloped pussy when he contemptuously tossed a packet of capsules on the floor, and Sara scrambled with pathetic desperation to capture it. Outlawed on most systems, the “bimbo pills” were used by slavers to make female slaves (mostly Twi’leks and others with related humanoid physiology like breasts, buttocks, and lips) more alluring and mentally compliant. Immediately, she tore the edge of the holo-wrap, fished out a pill and placed it on her lewdly protruding tongue, sucking it down. She felt a tingling warmth spread out through her body, more mental than physical, and imagined the drugs doing their work as she shut her eyes with bliss, her daughter completely forgotten even as Wirkin tossed Tali contemptuously to the floor.
She’d always had an expansive, voluptuous body, but in the sixty days since taking her first “bimbo pill”, Sara’s proportions had grown even more explosive. Her lekku, long admired by male Twi’leks for their surpassing size and plumpness, increased in circumference by nearly fifty percent, to the extent that it nearly strained her neck to carry the two swollen, conical lengths of tender flesh. Her breasts had grown larger, nearly impossible to contain in her usual style of earth-toned halter tops, and her buttocks had followed suit even as her waist remained trim and disproportionately narrow. It was a good thing she was a professional seamstress, for her huge cobalt blue tits and ass had started tearing her clothing at the seams on a daily basis, often while in public. And of course, there was no hiding her swollen nipples, raised over an inch from her flesh and with enough saucer-like size to nearly fill man’s palm. Kit and Narmo, had taken to calling her ‘bantha boobs’, or comparing each of her breasts to the “Death Star”, a recently-completed spheroid Imperial space station of surpassing size.
Her face had changed too. Sara had always had delicate, refined features, but the pills had stimulated the growth of her eyelashes to extraordinary lengths, and caused her lips to swell to nearly twice their normal volume. Her wholesome beauty was thus twisted by an exaggerated, plastic appearance that lacked subtlety and seemed to suggest a lust for fornication with every lick of her swollen tongue over her greased up, bulging dick-suckers. This was just fine with Sara, for it was more comfortable for her to view herself as barely sentient, not a living body but a collection of sexually gratifying parts. In her mind she used the nomenclature the boys had taught her: Her huge, jiggling buttocks were ‘fuck mounds’. Her bulging breasts were ‘milk tanks’. Her swollen lips were “cock pillows”. Her wet, hot pussy was a ‘cum sewer’. Her engorged, throbbing lekku were a pair of “rape reigns”. And her mouth was a ‘toilet’, a ‘garbage dump’ and a ‘cock cleaner’ all in one.
Even more than the physical changes, Sara loved how the pills made her stupid. She saw her husband Nab only when his schedule permitted, and whereas before their rare, treasured dinner conversations had been back-and-forth affairs, Sara found herself more and more unable to comprehend the things he was talking about, and even less inclined to care about them. There was no other word for it - she was getting dumber with each pill, more inclined to giggle and say she didn’t understand than to offer any opinion on topics like the fledgling Rebel Alliance, the increasing abuses of regional governors, or other weighty issues of the day. The chemical transition into being what Kit and Narmo called a ‘stupid bitch’ was exhilarating, and with each dose Sara could feel her plump brain-tails tingle with as her cerebral processes grew more sluggish.
One evening with her husband away, she had lain face to face with her daughter in bed and explained that Tali would no longer be able to attend the educational center where the younglings gathered each day to learn. “Twi’lek females are too stupid to learn, anyway,” she explained, softly, stroking Tali’s slender lekku as they reveled in incestuous nakedness. “We’re only good for sucking human dicks.”
“Then I want to be as stupid as you, mama,” Tali had replied, caressing one of her mother’s much larger brain-tails and drawing out moans. “I don’t want to be a seamstress anymore, I just want to be a stupid cock-sucking whore!” As she said this, she brought the tip of Sara’s lekku to her mouth and began sucking the fat appendage like it was a cock, barely able to fit the thickness more than a couple of inches but sending waves of pleasure through her mother’s cerebrum all the same. This distinctive feature of the Twi’lek race housed part of the brain while simultaneously being an erogenous zone, a combination unique in the galaxy, and particularly apropos considering what was being discussed.
That night in bed, with her husband away at his remote space station, patching up stormtrooper blaster burns, Sara had moaned and clenched her teeth, loving the feeling of her petite daughter pressed up between her massive tits and giving her some lewd and satisfying brain-suck. “Nnngh, yes!” she cried out, clutching Tali closer and taking a grip around one of the girl’s smaller head-tails, groping the length like a long, pulsing cock. “It makes me so wet, Tali. To barely know up from down, right from left! I love being a youngling-fucking, cock-sucking retard! Do you understand, Tali? We must ask the boys to choke us and stomp us until our brains barely work!”
Tali had enthusiastically agreed, and they writhed together, scissoring and sliding their wet pussies, sucking each other’s brain-tails and shuddering with pleasure. As they rutted, Tali vowed to her mother never to learn anything of use again, and, indeed, to actively forget anything she had learned that didn’t have to do with servicing abusive human cocks. They made a new sort of pact between them as mother and daughter, a pledge to be the most disgusting slave trash possible. Sara continued to visit Kit and Narmo every day, sometimes staying over in their trash-filled hovel, getting fucked on piles of refuse or on sweat-soaked makeshift bedrolls, getting pissed on, spit on, letting the boys sleep sprawled out on her expansive adult body or with their unwashed, heavy dicks jammed into her throat. Meanwhile, Tali became a favorite toy among the Imperial officers, and Sara felt a twisted sense of pride that her young daughter had learned so quickly to be the man’s compliant abuse slut. God, she loved it when humans beat her daughter and ripped apart her tight 12-year-old pussy with their fat cocks! It was one of her favorite things in the world, almost as fulfilling as being spit on, beaten and fucked herself.
This day, Adjutant Wirkin wasn’t quite done with Tali. “You people are fucking disgusting,” he spat, and then gripped the young girl’s head like a melon and jammed his dick as deep as he could into her spit-slick mouth. His expression immediately became one of bliss. “Mmmmmgh… god, there’s nothing as tight as pre-teen Twi’lek girl’s throat,” he groaned, simply dragging Tali’s skull up and down his shaft, letting her lekku and slack arms sway back and forth. “I don’t suppose you have any other daughters to barter?” His eyes were alight with greed. “Even younger ones?”
Sara shook her head. “J-just this one,” she replied. “But you can do to her whatever you like.”
“Then you will leave this one with me until tomorrow,” Wirkin added. It came out with the authority of an order. “I have... superiors who have similar interests to my own. She must be here to greet them and… nnngh... tend to their needs!” He pinched Tali’s tiny nose shut and dragged her mouth up to the fly of his uniform trousers, burying her face in his bushy pubic hair and causing a drooling, gagging sound to rise up from the girl’s throat. With his greasy, sperm-leaking cock helmet lodged in her throat and her nose completely blocked, Tali couldn’t breathe, but Sara didn’t seem to care at all, and bit her inflated lower lip with arousal rather than motherly concern.
“Nnngh!” she moaned, sliding a hand into her leggings to feel her soaked cunt, eyes locked on the violation of her daughter’s throat. “How many men?”
“A dozen, at least.” He paused, watching Sara shudder with the meaning of this number. A dozen horny, pedophile Imperial officers surrounding her young daughter, doing as they wished, their fat cocks absolutely destroying her tight pussy, ass and throat! “You have no problem with this arrangement, I hope,” Wirkin added ominously. “The contraband I’ve given to you can just as easily be taken away-”
Sara clutched the packet of pills. “N-no! Please, take my daughter for as long as you wish!” Thus, the last thing she saw while leaving the premises was the image of her daughter being brutally throat-fucked by the sweating Imperial officer.
All of this - the pills, the newfound direction, the molding of her daughter into a worthless piece of human-raped trash - was the culmination of what Sara had discovered the first time she’d ventured foot into the slums and been roughly used by human boys. Life was much simpler, much more fulfilling as a slave girl. Her marriage became just a front for what she considered to be her true calling, and Kit and Narmo - two bratty younglings with enormous, filthy, unwashed cocks - were for all intents and purposes her new husbands. It was for this reason that her next stop after leaving Wirkin’s coldly efficient Imperial trade office was the abandoned hovel in the slums where the boys were squatting.
She had in the preceding weeks withdrawn all she could from the account that she and Nab shared - every credit she could embezzle without arousing suspicion, and perhaps a few more - to give to the boys as a tribute. They had invited the other slum-rats to watch holo-vids and play interactive simulators; all of Kit and Narmo’s ne'er do well youngling human friends would no doubt be there, and Sara had an important role. Since there was no running water in the abandoned, rubble-filled complex that served as the base of operations for their little gang of underage grifters, she had been ‘invited’ to serve as a toilet for the entire evening.
It was also her wedding anniversary.
Nab expected her home for a romantic dinner, and had even sent her a holo-projected message with the invitation, though she had mostly ignored it and simply tossed the emitter into her handbag before taking Tali to see Wirkin. A normal Twi’lek female would have been thrilled at such a gesture, but Sara had no intention of dining with her husband that day. Instead, she went to her human boy ‘owners’ and greeted them the way that had become customary, by stripping totally nude and crawling on all fours like a loth-cat, a voluptuous expanse of blue skin, her enlarged breasts swabbing the dirty floor in twin mounds while her ass-globes swelled behind the bowed arch of her back. She kissed and licked the feet of the two boys, allowing them to paw and slap at her lekku as they wished, moaning with lust as her head moved around just below the oversized bulges in their dirty pants. They were shirtless and sweaty from the unseasonable heat, their tattered brown pantaloons tied at the waist and hanging low on their gaunt hips that spoke to borderline malnourishment. Sara liked that they were thin. She thought it made them look mean. Hungry, in a way. Besides, the scrawny duo were large in other respects.
“Did you bring it?” Kit asked, and Sara cried out with desperate obedience that yes, she had emptied her daughter’s education fund, and siphoned the savings that Nab worked so hard as a physician to build up. She then passed a small blurrg-hide pouch, the one item she’d kept of her discarded clothing. Inside it were baubles that the boys could easily barter in the slum markets, converted from the stolen credits. Kit took it, and he and Narmo smiled at the newfound wealth like thieves after a heist. “Good!” the boy said, then raised his hand aggressively. “Here’s your reward, you stupid slave-bitch!”
Kit wasn’t powerful of physique, but he still punched down into Sara’s face with skull-thumping force, collapsing her to the ground with a moan of mixed pain and pleasure. Kit stepped forward and ground his heel into one of her exposed lekku, mashing the pliant flesh against the floor, while Narmo did the same with the other. A thousand sensations exploded in Sara’s traumatized brain and her entire body seemed to shudder. Kit had smacked her right in her slender nose, possibly fracturing it at the least, but any feelings of pain were overpowered by the comfort and pleasure she felt at being mistreated and having her tender lekku trampled underfoot. Babbling and with unfocused eyes that rolled back in her head, she pledged to give them as much money as she could in the future, asserting that her Twi’lek family would go without comforts so the boys could buy all manner of toys, holos, games, expensive trappings that had no practical value.
“You really are a dumb whore, aren’t you?” Narmo spat, bending at the knees to take a handful of Sara’s breast-flesh as it pressed against the floor. His foot was still pinning her lekku.
“Yessssssss!” Sara mewled, her brain doing cartwheels as her expansive, inflated bimbo body was abused. “Yesssssss, I’m so fucking stupid! Please punch my cock-sucking face whenever you like! I’ll give you all my husband’s money, our money, just to suck the filth off of your big human dicks!” This seemed to satisfy the two boys, who looked at each other and laughed. Kit pocketed the blurrg-hide money pouch and raised his foot, releasing her.
“The others are gonna be here soon,” Narmo commented, running a hand through his wild blonde hair, a tangle that fell about his neck and just as unruly as the rest of him. “With this, we can buy lots of turbofizz. The really sweet, bubbly stuff!”
“First we better put her where she belongs,” Kit added. The boys grabbed Sara by her twin head-tendrils and began to pull her harshly to the side room where the bathroom had once been. Once a functional part of an office or business, it was now a rusty, filthy ruin with mounds of garbage in the corners and two disused metal bowls that had not flushed in years. The rough tugging of her lekku made Sara cry out anew, and she crawled pathetically behind them, her pill-inflated sow tits dragging against the floor with nipple-hardening friction.
“Ooh, can I watch you piss?” Sara whined, looking up as she crawled and licking her lips. “I love holding big cocks while they’re pissing!” Her nose didn’t show any signs of large swelling or damage, but her eyes were doing to blacken nicely the color around them darkening to deep bluish purple that stood out from her normal complexion. She pursed out her enlarged bimbo-slave lips and licked her tongue lewdly over them to emphasize how indecent they were. “Just lay your big, long piss-pipe right on my cock-pillows and let me feel it flowing!” As if to emphasize the point, she pursed her mouth and craned her neck upward as if preparing to plant a kiss, and pointed to her mouth with an inviting finger.
“Shut up!” Kit said, and joined with Narmo to pull her close to one of the bowls. A heavy-gauge chain had been wrapped around the base and secured with a lock, with the other end of the bowl attached to a metal collar. Chaining Twi’lek slaves by the neck was a practice done all across the galaxy, and Sara’s stomach fluttered with sick excitement. Not only was she going to be the toilet of a bunch of human boys, but she was going to be chained in place! Her clit tingled just from the sound of Kit locking the collar around her neck.
“We told all the other kids what a brain-dead piss-chugging retard you are, so you better not embarrass us!” Narmo blared with his boyish bravado. If she’d expected further mistreatment in the moment, Sara was disappointed. They simply tossed her clothing and handbag onto the garbage pile in the corner of the room and exited, awaiting the imminent arrival of their friends for an evening of holo-games, fake blaster fights and eating the finest junk food that stolen credits could buy.
As other boys began to arrive, Sara reclined near the filthy toilet bowl, her back pressed up against the edge, waiting to be of service to whatever dirty brats might come in. Whatever differences Twi’leks and humans had, their bathroom facilities were interchangeable - for each species kept their bladders, urethras and anuses in a similar place, had similar digestive systems, to say nothing of similar epidermal layers (different colored, it was true), similar manners of perspiration and respiration, similar physical dimensions, and so on. Whatever method of waste disposal an Imperial might devise, a Twi’lek could also use. Thus, when a human spat in Sara’s face and called her “a toilet”, the verbal abuse carried very easily across cultural lines.
As the party began to grow louder, she could hear the slum boys laughing and playing boisterously, engaging in excited conversations about the swindles they were planning, the loot they’d grabbed, the stormtroopers that had chased them away from public trade. Music blared, something spirited by Figrin D’an and the Modal Nodes. It made the dilapidated, rubble-strewn compound sound like a dive bar, and that aesthetic didn’t surprise Sara at all. Kit and Narmo, along with the rest of the Rylothian slum boys, idolized the sort of black market traders and pilots and thieves that gathered in the seedier spaceports of the world, and sought to imitate them at every turn.
Sara grew increasingly excited as the first hour passed. She knew there were a good dozen human boys there, younglings, bantering and raising a ruckus. Literally chained by the neck to the toilet bowl, she could do nothing but wait, and did so with her legs lewdly spread and her agile fingers sliding between the plump lips of her wet pussy. It made her feel so utterly enslaved to be waiting on a bunch of cute, dirty young human slumrats - waiting on them to use her, just as her husband Nab was waiting at home. He had planned his shift rotation to make time for their anniversary dinner, to celebrate fifteen years of marriage. Closing her eyes, Sara could imagine him at the dinner table, having worked hard to prepare a sumptuous meal, expecting her to be there, not knowing that she had decided to be a toilet for a bunch of bratty human boys instead of eating a romantic dinner at home!
“Nnnngh, I’m going to be the best piss-slurping whore they could ever want!” Sara moaned, eyes shut, fingering herself more and thinking of Nab’s awkward holo projection of that morning, recorded using an R2 unit, inviting her to dinner. She spread her thick thighs lewdly, exposing herself, balancing on her heels and almost thrusting her plump pussy mound at the air, while her fingers continued to do their work. Her massive, embarrassingly inflated breasts hung off either side of her chest as her mind imagined her husband waiting in an empty living space. Her breathing quickened and mixed with the music and the sopping, slllrch sound of her own molten blue pussy as she worked it with agile seamstress fingers. With her eyes clenched shut to better envision her debauched fantasies, Sara didn’t even notice that a boy had entered the room.
The new arrival had slipped in below the din of the music and dropped his tattered slum leggings into a wreath around his ankles, producing his large young penis and taking aim at Sara’s mouth from several feet away. He wore a tight sleeveless top, barely a rag, really, and his hair spiked up vertically through the band of a pair of grime-crusted goggles, an unconscious imitation of the frontiersmen of a thousand fringe worlds who were no doubt his idols. Blue eyes seemed to gleam through the smudges of dirt on his face. “I’m first!” the boy cackled. “I drank all the turbofizz really fast an’ I get to be first, so drink my pee, tailhead!”
How old was he? Eleven? Twelve? Sara hoped it was younger, and moaned with lust as the youngling produced a long, heavy stream, his bladder distended with over-intake of sugary turbofizz and daro root beer. It barely broke up in the two meter flight from his spewing cocktip and her mouth, as thick as a finger and deep yellow, quickly filling her mouth and spilling down her blue cheeks. Her swollen, indecently plump lips formed a ringed cistern for his hot piss as she rubbed her huge nipples, almost jacking them off like dicks. The boy’s comically relieved face made it clear that he’d needed to piss very badly, and he let out a protracted groan that sounded just like a sexual release as poured out, forcing the stacked Twi’lek female to swallow ten, fifteen, twenty times, filling her mouth completely between each pregnant, foamy gulp.
Sara thought with deep, forbidden lust about the anniversary dinner she had skipped; her husband had expected to share an intimate meal while reaffirming their vows, and instead she was gulping down a human boy’s hot piss, her slender throat wrapped in a degrading slave collar and undulating with each mouthful. Over the top of the arcing, ultra-virile stream Sara could see how hung the boy was; his pinkish, cut cock was a sweat-soaked hose that he held horizontal from the scrawny hairlessness of pubis. She could see the sinews of his thighs, his pelvis, his hips, nearly swooning when she detected that each one of his balls was the size of her fist. Her belly felt like a sloshing nexus of warmth from all she had already consumed.
At last the boy’s abating stream fell from Sara’s mouth over her bottom lip and down her chest, and he began to shake his wet tool, splattering the final drops onto her body. “Hold it in your mouth, toilet!” he ordered, gleeful like a youngling with a new toy - which in a way, he was. Sara obeyed, making sure her face was upturned so the foul liquid wouldn’t spill over the sides, a foamy mess of bubbles around the edges. “You like drinking my pee, huh?” the boy asked, putting a hand to his chin, and Sara nodded her head as much as she could without spilling the contents of her mouth, punctuating the affirmation with a needy groan. She didn’t just like it, she loved it, craved the nostril burning stench and dank taste of the bubbling, spewing waste that rocketed down the long dickpipes of hung human boys who treated her like alien trash!
“Gargle it! Pull your mouth open with your fingers and make a face!” the boy ordered, relishing the opportunity to puppet her inflated, expansive matron’s body with his verbal commands. Sara obeyed, sliding up from her position languishing against the bowl and planting her heels, squatting with her thighs spread and her pussy lips swollen with engorged arousal, leaking thin streams of her wetness onto the floor. Her enormous boobs were blue massive spheres of fuckmeat that hung enticingly and lewdly in front of him. Keeping her chin tilted back, Sara brought up her arms and dug two index fingers into the corners of her mouth, wrenching it open and gurgling the piss into a frothy mess in the back of her throat. Her eyes became unfocused and rolled back and twin rivulets of piss ran from her nostrils in an utterly degrading display that it was her pleasure to perform for a human boy who was probably one-third her age.
“Sheesh, what a stupid tailhead suckbitch!” he laughed. “Kit said you were really brainless and only good for pissing in, but I didn’t believe him until now!” He gave one of her breasts an additional slap, sending it a-jiggling. “Now swallow, and don’t miss a drop!” Sara did as she was asked, her throat bulging and receding as she took down the entire, frothing pissload, making an exaggerated sound of refreshment and then showing the boy her empty mouth to prove the task was done.
“Nnngh, thank you for feeding me!” she moaned, eyes glassy with unconcealed lust. “I was supposed to eat dinner with my husband, but it’s so much better to be chained to a filthy toilet bowl, drinking piss!”
Her voice dropped away when Kit and Narmo appeared in the doorway, the leaders of the pack so to speak, with a half dozen others in tow. “Lonny, you dumb nerf-herder,” Narmo complained bitterly, gesturing toward the boy who had so recently defiled Sara’s mouth with his liquid waste. “We were all gonna do it together!” This caused Lonny to rub the back of his neck sheepishly, his piss-dripping organ swaying in the dank air of the room. He hadn’t been able to hold it any longer, he explained. But, he claimed, he had ‘really hosed her down, you shoulda seen it’. This began a spirited discussion only possible when enough crude human boys were gathered in one place, about who could pee the most, who was going to pee where, who had the longest penis to pee out of, and which part of Sara they were going to punch and stomp while peeing on her. Sara’s pussy, already soaked, tingled with excitement at their casual talk of pissing all over her.
When they began to peel off their simple garments, dropping their pants and lifting tight-fitted vests over their heads to reveal bodies that were smooth and streaked with dirt, her nostrils flared as the room began to fill with the scent of the sweat, smegma and dried cum caked onto long, nasty foreskins. “All of your dicks stink so fucking bad!” she moaned, digging her front teeth into her pillowy lower lip in an expression of wanton need that was mirrored by her eyes. “Please let me clean them with my mouth!”
They surrounded her and let her do that and more, starting by synchronizing their streams, calling out to each other about when to start pissing like it was the first lap of a pod race. Kit gave the word and the rough semi-circle of boys began to relieve themselves all over Sara as if she were a communal latrine, sighing as they did so. No part of her was spared, and the boys paid special attention to her attributes that had recently expanded as a result of the ‘bimbo pills’ - her lips, breasts, and buttocks, making her pose lewdly in stances that accentuated each. Sara mewled and moaned and masturbated like a brain-dead whore addicted to piss, loving the feeling of those fat streams slamming into her nipples, ass-cheeks and face, cumming from the boys who were unloading their acrid waste onto her swollen clit and thick outer labia. “Mmmmmph! Piss all over my dick-suckers!” she begged, making an exaggerated kissing face and running her swollen, long tongue over it, rolling her eyes back and crossing them, showing the boys how stupid and undignified a piss-drinking face she could make. She sucked her own hard, pill-boosted nipples as though they were cocks, sucking the piss off of them while a dozen boys hosed down her breasts.
It did not end quickly, but rather continued on. Boys who stopped pissing simply went for more turbofizz, and came back to piss again. They made her turn over and bounce her massive ass-cheeks lewdly while they covered them with steaming urine, stuffed her face into the swampy toilet bowl and filled it from all sides until she was nearly drowned, and lined up one after another to simply sit on her breasts, shove their dicks down her throat, and spray their frothy, steaming piss directly down Sara’s throat. The Twi’lek became less and less articulate, less and less intelligible as she was beaten and forced to choke on dick, her brain cells perishing in record numbers due to the bimbo pills, lack of oxygen, and repeated blows to the head.
In the course of the debauched revelry, Lonny (having already emptied his bladder prior and now searching for credits to pilfer) found the holo-disc in Sara’s handbag and activated it, producing a translucent, mono-colored image of a male Twi’lek standing and delivering a message to his wife. Nab had recorded it using one of the droids at his work, and so it contained audio playback as well.
To Sara, my beautiful wife, I wish to celebrate thirteen wonderful years together, and so I will take a shuttle and meet you tonight for dinner. I scarcely deserve to be married to such a graceful woman...
This played while Sara’s face was jammed into the rusty toilet basin while Kit slid his long, piss-spewing dick in between the plump protrusions of her head-tails and filled the bowl. Her lekku having grown even thicker than before, it was a tighter squeeze near the base of her skull, something the boy quire seemed to enjoy as he straddled her neck and kept it pinned to the basin’s rim. Sarah’s eyes were glassy and crazed as she babbled. ““Nnnngh… mmmmmm… skull-fuck me until I’m a fuckin’ brain-dead retard… it feels... so good... to be beaten and raped by little kids!”
Her blue body was gleaming head to toe with piss from more than a dozen young human boys who were alternately aiming their streams at her body or jerking off, and at regular intervals they would beat her bouncing buttocks with lengths of discarded pipe, making huge indentations in the flesh before it would rebound and jiggle enticingly. They laughed as they slapped her enormous blue butt-globes with repeated blows and whipped her heavy tit-mounds with lengths of stray cabling. Sara could only moan and gasp for what rare breaths she was allowed as her head was used as a piss-platform and her body beaten from all angles. Every few seconds, Kit would ‘taun-taun punch’ the back of her skull, scrambling her brains even more as he sawed his half-hard, spewing dick across the top of her head.
Sara, you have shown incredible poise this past year as times in the galaxy have grown uncertain. I hope we can continue on through whatever trials may come as we always have - together.
When Kit pulled Sara’s head out of the toilet bowl, she rested her cheek on the rim and gasped for breath, her sinuses and lungs filled with the stink of steamy underage urine. Her blackened eyes almost seemed like exaggerated makeup. “Nnngh, yeeeeeeeesssss, piss all over me!” she moaned, gasping with each impact of young hands, pipe and whipping wire on her abused body. “Lay your fat dicks on my face and do it, god, I’m such a fucking toilet!” With Narmo naked at the side of the bowl, she reached out in to fondle his heavy sack, cooing lewdly at ran a thumb over the swollen nuts within. The more endowed boys had sweaty, low-hanging testicles the size of her fist, and she drew these toward her face with hungry intent, fastening her inflated, pill-puffed ball-suckers to their scrotums and essentially fellating the egg-shaped object inside, her vacuum-sucking mouth hollowing out as she made slurping noises, sniffing and sucking and kissing as she rolled her eyes back in ecstasy. She sounded devoid of dignity of humanoid intelligence as she moaned and begged like the nastiest Twi’lek slave hooker in the galaxy. “Fuck, your balls are huge!” she moaned in between popping noises from her pillowy lips. “I want your backed-up, stinky cum that’s as thick as jelly! Use it to mess up my worthless retard face!” She began to jack the long, smooth dick while burying her face in Narmo’s sack, slurping first one ball and then the other, turning her neck as needed while still pinned against the toilet rim. Meanwhile, Nab’s short holo message was reaching the end.
Tonight, let’s eat together and look forward to our many future years with as much hope as we had at the start. I love you, Sara. I will see you soon.
There was a pause, and the image flickered, Nab resumed his initial posture, and began to recite his dinner invitation again. The holo-disc had been thrown to the floor once Lonny realized it contained a sappy love message and not lurid content like boobs or swearing, and now looped back to the start. It continuously played over and over as Sara was fucked, beaten and pissed on by the dozen human boys over the course of the next hour, the time in which the ‘anniversary dinner’ would have taken place if she’d cared at all about attending. The boys slid their cocks between her lekku, stabbed them into her tits and buttocks until the jiggling flesh would give no more, and lined up one by one to use her soaked and wanton blue pussy, stretching her thick outer labia with prepubescent cocks that were abnormally large, as if something about their squalid living and viciousness had caused them to evolve the reproductive tools to mark their Twi’lek slaves. She gladly and orgasmically help their dick-tips near her nose and peeling back their foreskins to better expose the thick rings of smegma within. For from being disgusted, she cooed at the mind-raping stench and size of each deposit and complimented the boys on how much they’d ‘saved up’ before apply her lips and tongue to the task of gathering the smelly cock-filth, and when she extended her tongue to show the accumulated grime before swallowing it down, it was done with her husband’s hopeful voice droning in the background, the same ineffectual looping message.
To Sara, my beautiful wife, I wish to celebrate thirteen wonderful years together -
BZZZZzzzzzt! *CRUNCH*
There was a squealing noise of electronic death as the message was cut off, the holo-projection disc destroyed by the stomping sandaled foot of a large Gamorrean, so portly and thick that he’d barely managed to squeeze through the door frame. It was an aggressive act, but the boys didn’t scatter in fear, or even cover up their nakedness at the new arrival, who let out a heavy porcine snort of frustration as he kicked the wreckage of the holo-disc against the wall.
“Norg! You made it!” cried Kit, then gestured toward Sara. “This is the big-titted squiddie-head piece of bantha poodoo I told you about. I thought you could take her and put in a good word for us with Druga.” He then turned to Sara. “You hear that, toilet? This Gamorrean pig-face is gonna be your new husband!”
The massive bipedal humanoid dwarfed not only the boys, but Sara was well. He wore the mud-colored fur and leather characteristic to his race, his skin green, his beady eyes deep-set in a surpassingly ugly face that featured a wet, snuffling snout and a jowled mouth with drool-slick tusks. Enormously thick biceps and thighs were attached to a wide, weighty torso. Like most Gamorreans, he looked slow-witted and brutal.
“No female with a working brain would ever want to have sex with Norg, so he’s the perfect mate for a retard like you!” Kit went on, and approached Sara to unlock her collar and untether her from the piss-filled toilet for the first time in hours. “Go ahead! Say hello to your true love!”
The last of Sara’s mind crumbled away at the disgusting offer. She was utterly and completely broken in every way, so twisted that all humiliation was pleasure, all pain was orgasmic. Her face twisted into a pure joyful smile when she was given permission to ‘marry’ the fat, stinking, hulking pig-man. She walked toward him, black-eyed and piss-soaked, convinced that such a grotesque, smelly humanoid was the most desirable male she could ever have. She pressed up against Norg, her breasts trapped against his larger frame, and stood on tip-toe to throw her arms around his neck. “Mmm, kiss me, my darling husband!” she moaned, her eyes carrying a slightly crazed, broken look. The Gamorrean reached under her thick ass to cup her buttocks and haul her up, opening his drooling mouth to extend a wart-covered, spit-slick tongue and jam it into Sara’s mouth, making her suck it while his thick drool slid down her throat. The boys cheered the mindfucked woman on in her nasty makeout session, and Sara devoted herself completely to servicing her new ‘man’, sucking the saliva from his yellowed mouth tusks and even craning her face up to lick at his snout. moaning with pleasure as her tongue came back covered in thick snot. She greedily swallowed them down. “Your snot tastes amazing,” she cooed, her once striking eyes glassed over with mind-rape. “My special mate! I’ll serve you like a wife should!”
The Gamorrean hungrily licked and sucked at her neck and breasts, almost munching the oversized, swollen fuck-jugs with his tusked mouth. He was strong enough to handle her easily, tossing her about as she licked and sucked as he pleased, causing her bountiful body to jiggle this way and that. Eventually, the brute dumped her to the floor and unfastened his fur-lined belt and codpiece, revealing a penis that was even more unsightly than the rest of him.
It was darker green in color than his skin, fading to a brown, leathery tone in some places. It was enormously fat, only slightly longer than the cock of the well-endowed boys from the slum but five times as thick, rivaling her waist in girth. It was near-totally wrapped in a thick, veiny, wart-pocked foreskin that reached halfway over a ridged and bumpy crown that seemed completely covered in bumps and tumors. Small winged insects, no larger than grains of pepper, circled his shaft and his enormous balls, drawn by the overpowering stench.
Sara inhaled and her eyes immediately rolled back into her head and crossed, while her tongue snaked out from between her thick, moist lips. “Nnnngh, fuck, your dick smells like rotten bantha shit!” she moaned, crawling pathetically toward the towering, thick-jowled brute, making her pipe-bruised ass sway and her massive tits slide on the piss-soaked floor. When her eyes focused on the stench-wafting head of Norg’s cock, there was no expression but one of blank, stupid lust. “It’s so amazing!” She reached out two hands and grabbed the shaft, her fingers not even close to interlocking around it, sinking her fingers into the fat foreskin in order to peel it back. As she did, it generated a wet, sliding sound of filth rubbing on filth, and the heavy cock-sheath was retracted to reveal a thick, bubbling ring of sludge around the underside of Norg’s wart-ridged glans. It was actually larger than the collar that had been around Sara’s neck, and the broken Twi’lek whore swooned upon seeing it, a minor orgasm rocketing through her boy-fucked pussy just from the overpowering stench.
“My anniversary dinner!” she moaned, eyes-focused on the huge, bubbly ring of yellow-grey crud, her broken brain conflating her original husband’s invitation with her new duty to suck the cock-cheese from the warty, waist-thick monster prong of her Gamorrean mate. She leaned in, buttocks outthrust, tits hanging like worthless rape sacks, to do just that - gobbing fat mouthfuls of smegma that painted her thick lips like the world’s nastiest cosmetic, filling her mouth, chewing the stinky, nasty crud until it liquefied enough for her to swallow. “Nnngh, this dinner is amazing!” she moaned through a mouthful of rancid cock sludge, her eyes half-lidded. Sara spared no effort for her new ‘husband’ while the cleaning was underway, using her agile tongue to trace every ridge, every wart, every nodule, every boil on his disgusting cock, kissing and sucking on the lumpiest and most irregularly-shaped parts, worshiping the enormous prong as though it were the new power in the galaxy. Norg seemed to enjoy this, though with his language of grunts and drooling snorts, nobody could really be sure.
He eventually reached down with two enormous hands - powerful enough to tear her limbs from her body if he’d so wished - and gripped lekku in each, suspending her in a kneeling position with her face pressed flush against his wet, jizz-leaking dickhole. The opening was the size of her mouth, which drew a laugh from the boys. “Kiss your husband!” Narmo ordered, and Sara moaned with lust as she sealed her pillowy lips around the wart-ridged opening and slid her tongue inside, her eyes filled with attraction, obviously completely turned on at the task of cleaning out the backed-up cum from the Gamorrean’s piss-pipe. Her arms and legs were totally limp and she had lost control of her bladder, though she was so soaked in piss it was hard to notice. Her mouth was still fastened over Norg’s smelly dick-tube when the massive humanoid snorted and began pissing himself.
It immediately filled Sara’s mouth, puffing out her cheeks and causing twin jets of piss to rocket from her nose. Still more was forced down her throat into her already piss-filled belly, the volume of the stream seeming almost to hollow her out as a rushing stream carves itself a new tributary. Her belly began to visibly grow to give off a lewd, bulging, pregnant appearance as what must have been a gallon of steaming, stinking porcine piss exploded into her guts. Sara’s eyes rolled back to the whites and she suffered a seizure as she orgasmed helplessly at being thoroughly defiled, her few remaining functioning brain spells sending failing signals. Still, there was no way she could hold it all, and with a lurching of her body, she vomited and directed a massive blast of regurgitated piss against the tip of Norg’s dick and down the front of her own inflated belly. The boys ‘oohed’ and ‘aahed’ at the backflow, and Norg snorted with frustration at her failure to consume all of his waste, gathering her lekku in one fist and hauling her completely vertical, her feet clear of the floor.
“I-I’m s-sorry I couldn’t swallow all of your piss, honey!” Sara moaned, showing real regret for the first time, far more regret than she’d ever shown while watching her daughter be fucked by Imperial officers. She croaked out another mouthful, then added. “P-please give this stupid piece of slave-trash another chance!”
But Norg simply reared back his fist and sailed it forward into Sara’s belly, punching her with gut-crushing force, battering her womb flat, squashing her bladder and crunching her ovaries like a pair of ripe shellavas. Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head from physical impact, and what little remained of Sara’s ruined brain sputtered to ruinous climax once again as she felt her most essential life-giving areas be bludgeoned into uselessness. Suddenly she remembered Nab, thinking about how he had once wanted another child, how that was impossible now because her once-fertile Twi’lek eggs-tubes had been squashed flat, and it only heightened her pleasure. “Nnnghgglglg… my womb is totally wrecked!” she gurgled, tongue drooling out of one corner of her mouth. “Thank you for beating my worthless Twi’lek baby sack so it can’t drop out any more slave trash!”
But Norg no longer cared, if he ever had in the first place. He simply grunted and tossed Sara onto the garbage pile in the corner of the room, stooping to grab his fur-lined waistcloth and codpiece. It seemed Sara was such a worthless whore, even he didn’t want her, though she babbled after him as he turned to leave, sliding his wide body through the narrow doorway.
“Mmm… more piss… beat me more… rape me more… I’m gonna cum if you keep beating me!” Sara slurred, her mind barely able to form words. She croaked out requests for more cock, repeating herself, forgetting what she had said just seconds before. She was a totally ruined, worthless sack of shit, and was still moaning and begging for cock when the boys gathered around her, each taking one limb, and dragged her out to throw her into the alley with food refuse. “Mmm, I’ll do whatever you waaaaaaant!” she gurgled, even as they were tossing her slutty bimbo body onto the pile of fruit rinds, rotten produce and spoiled meat. “Just skullfuck me and choke me more!”
Kit and Narmo burst out laughing and the other boys joined in. “You stupid tail-brain, you can kill yourself for all we care,” he spat, tossing her clothes onto the street, then slammed the door. Sara moaned to the empty alley that she would, she would kill herself if it made the boys even the least bit happy, after all, she was worthless trash, worthless slave trash, and if she could serve them best by letting them jerk off on her dead body, it was a Twi’lek’s duty!
Two hours passed and night fell as she lay naked and covered in festering refuse, her brain starting to work again little by little. She would go back to her husband, she reasoned. How else would she steal more money for Kit and Narmo, if she couldn’t keep up the charade? How else could she make sure that her 12-year-old daughter was raped every day, and growing up to be a proper Twi’lek slave toilet? Yes, she was still needed, still needed by her boy masters, by all humans, to raise the next generation of Twi’lek whores.
It was not long before she began to finger herself again.
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