An Addiction For Life (Lala and Jagd)

[Lala]

Aleera sucked on her swollen lip a bit, mostly to stifle the little noises now coming from her as his hands molested her. She couldn’t help the way she moved under his touch and pushed up against him, her stripes changing color again to what he’d probably soon recognize as her ‘ready’ tone. It almost made her forget the brief spike of indignation Doug stirred in her by insinuating that, first of all, she’d be a castoff soon, and second, that he would be waiting for when he was done with her.

False. Both false. This was her Zabrak now, and once he stopped playing around and definitively defeated her to stake his claim, she was never going anywhere. She’d make sure of it!

Her furious gaze remained on the Quarren as the Zabrak seemed to edit a few things on that datapad. Nosy as well as stubborn, she tipped her chin up and leaned a bit to try to spy on what he was doing, what he was changing on this ‘standard’ contract, since it was probably written in that universal legalese that no one could entirely decipher except for lawyers.

She couldn’t see much from the angle he held the pad at, so finally she just had to slake her curiosity by asking outright, “What you changing on there?”

Her lips pressed tightly together as he explained to Doug why he couldn't have her. They were full, plush, but when she was incensed they almost disappeared into a thin line. He was mistaking her anger being directly at him, though that wasn’t the case. The situation was what spurred her distaste, burned her hefty pride. She wanted to ride him, or be ridden as the case may be, but he just hadn’t made his case entirely to the tiny predator. He hadn’t shown that he was the apex, relying more on trickery and coercion.

The sound of mocking voices from the other room made a strip of red bloom across her nose and cheeks. She did look about ready to fight every single one of them, shoulders squaring and hands balling to fists again. But then two of the Sun goons were grabbing her squirmy little form, her legs bicycling in the air as they hauled her away in the direction Dzambul strolled.

The lewd jokes and comments made her look like steam was about to spout from the top of her head. Another comment from a Rodian about getting her once Dzambul was done was the final straw. “Too bad your dick don’t work!” she barked at the offender.

There was a brief quiet, then a raucous blast of laughter that rippled through the room. “She pegged you, Skez!” a Gran called. He looked at Dzambul. “Your stray will fit in nicely once you tame her.”

Then her attention was back on the Zabrak as the two goons carried her through a door into another room. It smelled like old sweat, blood. A lot less humid than the locker room. Her eyes narrowed on the combat ring, then swept back over to Dzambul. What was he doing now? Her pulse quickened. Was he really going to let them all beat her now? Or...worse?

The command he issued made her head tilt. The moment the Devaronian released her cuffs, she jerked her hands foward, rubbing her aching wrists. An angry red ring encircled both of them, not quite through the skin, but it would probably bruise by tomorrow. The second thing she did was adjust her dress, tugging the bottom back down over her plump rear, much to the dismay of the males all assembled. Her attention traced back over to the Zabrak who was now beckoning her.

She blinked at his offer. “Really?” She studied his face. He certainly seemed sincere.

Unfortunately, Aleera’s pride was great enough that she actually thought she had a chance to beat him. Even though he had well over a foot and a half on her and at least a hundred pounds. Plus, he was a trained Black Sun operative. And she was in stiletto boots and a dress. But she was feisty, so that made up for it. Right?

Her lekku gave their angry little rattle, because it seemed that he was mocking her now. With a furious little cry, she plowed forward into him. No strategy, no battle plan. No thought, really. Just a five-foot-nothing Togruta doll charging with her lekku streaming back over her shoulders. She wanted to win for her pride, but at the same time, hoped the Zabrak would prove himself as alpha. It was a conundrum. But it didn't mean she wouldn't put everything she had into sparring him for rights to her body.

 

[Jagd]

Dzambul tried to ignore the jeers of his soldiers, but Syndicate disciplined operatives was not the same as Imperial operatives. One of the easy ways to find Imperial or Rebel spies was by how they acted, what was important to them. Dzambul ran a tight ship, but he wasn't going to stop them from eyefucking that ass of hers which was hoisted up as she was carried away.

Squaring off against the tiny Togruta it was clear how unfair this fight was. His arm reach was so much more than her. Just for strike she'd have to duck in much closer to hit him. Sure a little bit of that was negated because he had to strike down, but then there were her montrals, so... she was well and truly screwed. He also wasn't just a trained and rising member of the Black Sun's he had a history before then that involved mostly fighting. Life wasn't easy and Dzambul didn't have a lot of skills you can put down on paper so had found other work that played to his strengths.

“Good.” He commented as he dodged her charge, putting out a hand to push her shoulder aside, keeping his distance. “You've got fire within you. Drive to fight, even when you know the outcome.” The tall built Zabrak taunted her as he continued to parry and dodge her attacks, often pushing her aside or down. As she'd kick with those boots he would bring up a leg to block or kick her shin or thigh in return from almost a foot farther away. “Come on stray. Show us what you got.” That word again, now used as a weapon against her ego. He'd seen how she reacted to being called a stray but that's what she was. No master, no pack, just a stray tasty morsel that he snatched up and was going to make his.

It was almost cute how her anger fueled her, her stripes changing colors, the way her eyes focused on where she wanted to attack. Her face in general but her eyes especially told him so much before she even committed to the attack. It was a well known fighting style she was using. Clearly the years had trained her in 'trapped female getting her licks in during a bar fight' and 'dealing with aggressive perv who won't take no-jutsu'. She got in a few good scratches and there was the stilleto heel stomp on his foot after he dodged to the left one too many times. She could learn. The elbow to his ribs was entirely his fault as he had let his mind wonder what color her stripes would become when she submitted and then when she orgasmed on him. That was entirely his bad.

“Is that all you got?” The taunt came as they squared off again. He was clearly letting her tire herself out. “There are Hutt babies with more spunk and speed.” Those lips pulled into a broad tight lipped grin before pulling apart slightly to show his white teeth. “But this is good to know.” He continued talking as the fighting resumed, new attacks were done. Good, she was adapting, but frustration would probably lead her back to her old tricks because thinking about fighting is not easy to do in the long term. “I won't teach you blaster anytime soon, stray, but...” He let out a “uoof” of air as he jumped back from a wide armed swing of hers. By now she should be getting tired. He waited for her next set of attacks. “... I and others will train you to fight. Because...”

All of a sudden he didn't parry or dodge but instead attacked on his own, he went for a kick rising up to meet her solar plexus. It was calculated attack to knock the wind out of her. A single blow he was aiming to try and just stop her body for a few seconds, seconds she knew would be fatal, but in this case just painful and debilitating as he'd follow up with attacks to her knees to buckle them, her biceps to numb her arms so striking back would barely effective if possible. Then to grab her montral and backhand her across her already bruised cheek. A symbolic attack, a traditional bitch slap to put his woman in her place and hoping to knock her down so he could go for the pin. "...you're mine."

He didn't want to bust her up too bad, hoping that exhaustion and debilitating attacks would be able to do better than truly devastating strikes, which could lead to less sexy fun for him and/or her in a bacta tank.

 

[Lala]

The rational part of her mind was keenly aware how absolutely idiotic this was. Dzambul loomed over her, a behemoth of rippling sinew. One of those bodies that was simply made for fighting, and had obviously been chiseled to perfection by engaging in such things often. But, when she was mad, she got stupid.

So when she ran headfirst at him like an imbecile, he merely swatted her aside like a fly. That little shove was enough to send her careening sideways out of the ring, tumbling into a group of Black Sun that ‘helped’ her back onto her feet by grabbing all sorts of lush parts of her. The Rodian she roasted earlier got a stiletto jammed hard down on his boot when he slid a hand up under her dress to cup her ass. He yowled in that particular Rodian manner, jumping back and holding his foot as she skittered back into the ring to rejoin the spar.

“I know the outcome!” she shot back at the Zabrak. “I just don’t think you do!” She made another attempt at him, shoved down into the mats with no effort at all. Spun into a padded wall. Thrown back on her ass when he caught her boot as she tried to kick and literally pulled her feet out from under her. But, she kept coming.

Her lekku curled up like balled fists when he called her a stray, stripes turning that angry dark purple again. Oh, how she hated it. She looked him up and down, giving away her attack plan when her gaze settled on his left flank. He liked to dodge that way. She faked right and then ran for him when he did shift left, changing her course to bring down one of those weaponized heels on his boot as hard she could.

She twirled out of the way when he tried to retaliate, running up against the wall again and turning back around to face him, chest heaving. This was a lot more running around than she was used to, and already it looked like she was starting to fatigue. He was giving her a strange look as he peered at her where she rested momentarily against the wall, eyes trained on her lekku currently in anger mode. He didn’t look as sharp as he had, so she took the chance to run forward again with a little squeak and shoot a hard elbow into his side.

The rowdy audience was having a very good time of it. It was incredibly loud in the gym, with hoots and hollers, taunts leveled at both of them. They seemed to particularly enjoy ribbing the Zabrak when she did manage to land something on him. And they loved it when she made a mad dash toward him, chest bouncing wildly. For a minute, she entertained the thought that she might actually win!

“Yeah, well put them in here with me then. At least a Hutt baby would be more of a challenge!” she shot back, her nose and cheeks flushed a vibrant fuchsia. But they were boastful words for someone whose shoulders were sagging a bit. Her stamina could definitely use a bit of work.

She threw a wild punch toward him, hammering only air. He was very fast for a man of his size. She’d thought maybe she could be faster due to her smaller frame, but he seemed to almost know what she planned on doing before she did it. Again and again, he parried her. Though she noted he wasn’t actually taking advantage of the holes in her defenses to actually beat her down. Which he probably could easily do.

But as she ran forward this time, he brought one of those boots up and slammed it hard enough into her belly that she let out a loud rush of air and bent over. She went down steadily under the calculated moves, squealing when he caught hold of her sensitive montral in a vise grip and gave her another firm slap on her cheek. She tumbled backward to the mat like a crumpled kerchief, arms and legs heavy with defeat. Those words echoed in her mind and she was still shaking her head slightly when his body loomed over her, the harsh fluorescent lighting of the gym illuminating him from behind so all she saw was the powerful, horned silhouette coming down to claim her.

 

[Jagd]

She was defeated, that was certain. Sure, he'd taken a few hits, but he wasn't trying to crush the girl. The question was would she accept this defeat. The last one was based on her fucking up her deception and him taking advantage of her over confidence. It was a dirty win, but a win is what really matters. That time her body accepted his dominance but the rest of her did not. Would she the rest of her follow suit to what her body clearly knew. She wasn't a strong independent woman who got by on her own moxy anymore. No she was now his. That was how Dzambul saw it.

As a leg moved, whether an ineffective defiant kick from the prone Togruta or she was just trying to move it so she wouldn't expose herself anymore than she was, the Zabrak grabbed her leg by her booted calf and threw her limb down onto the mat. He took up a stance over her, straddling her body before he sat down quickly over her midsection. Big strong hands moved to grab her small wrists, to pin them together above her head. He enjoyed how this meant his body rocked over hers, her big tits getting in the way, pushing back against his abdomen and crotch. The cocky twist of a grin on his lips mocked her but those eyes of his bore into her possessively and aggressively. She was prey again. His prey, to devour however he chose.

Once he could get both of her wrists held up he pressed them together, shifting his fingers until one hand could hold them. “You've lost. You're mine now. You are Black Sun. Yes?” The Zabrak's chest rose and fell deeply but steadily. He wasn't even winded and the bastard hadn't even taken off his jacket. Sure, he was breathing a little heavier because it had been an okay physical exertion but he had defeated her saving more than enough energy to fuck her senseless.

Members of his crew kept throwing out suggestions. “Fuck her!” “Hit her, boss.” “Now its our turn!” “Strip her clothes off!”

He snapped and Doug stepped up, then tossed the datapad. It was a shit throw. Dzam had to lean over quickly to grab it with his free hand. He had to rock a bit his body atop her to get back into a good position. Some of the others smacked Doug for the terrible toss. Seriously, this is why accounting and HR are never invited anywhere.

Dzambul put the datapad in front of her. “Ready to sign, sleeve?” He was ready to let go of her hands and give her the datapad but he remembered how effective she was in being all smashy with the little device so was ready to subdue her if she tried anything.

 

[Lala]

Would she ever truly accept defeat? Accept him as her master and even learn to enjoy it? Perhaps. But there was still a glimmer of defiance in her eyes and the angry flush of her striped lekku. She knew what she had to do here. She had used up every single chance he’d given her, and he had been more than generous with her. Something she doubted he offered to everyone. So then maybe he truly would be a good master, a good teacher. But could she really fully submit to someone? Truly?

These thoughts and more sprinted through her mind at the speed of hyperspace while she was lying there on the mat. It smelled like musty old socks and her bare skin stuck to it where it touched, making a sticky noise each time she shifted. The alien faces surrounding her blurred out of focus, an amalgam of colors and shapes jeering lewd things at her. Her purple eyes traced up to the behemoth straddling above her, and she did not try to roll out from under him when he seated himself atop her body. She knew it was over.

His hands eclipsed her delicate little ones, making her look almost like a toy when he drew them above her head and pinned them to the mat there. She lay prone beneath him, chest heaving and rubbing against his impressive bulge with each ragged breath. For the first time, when he seared that predatory gaze into hers, she shifted her glance away, to the side, demurring.

The battle had her blood on fire, even more than the short display of strength he’d shown in the speeder. He was truly a stronger being, a worthy male to mate with, though the feisty little minx in the back of her mind was still loading up barbs on her tongue to spit at him. But she knew better. She knew this time he had proven he was the apex predator. Her lekku faded a bit, back to a more neutral hue.

So when he asked his question, holding both her slender wrists in one giant hand, she nodded sharply. “Yes.” Her gaze strayed over to the crowd, who were still shouting out suggestions of what to do with her. Some of them made her little growl rumble forth and she shouted at the offenders, “I’m Dzambul’s, not yours!”

She ducked her head aside a bit as the Quarren with bad aim almost tossed a datapad right into her. Luckily, the Zabrak had good reflexes. She nodded when he asked, schooling her features so as not to react to the word “sleeve.” It was better than stray, at least. She waited patiently until he let go of her hands - where was she really going to go anyhow with him sitting on her? - and then scrawled her name quickly in the little box without reading it. It didn’t make a difference what it said anyhow. She now belonged to Black Sun and, more specifically, Dzambul.

 

[Jagd]

The way his eyes, those dark eyes now brimmed with passion, desire, that heady drug of having beaten his prey, made her submit and hearing her say she was his, he gazed at her with an intensity only seen in starving predators. He wanted to consume her.

Once she signed the datapad he snatched it from her and tossed it so it went spinning, skittering across the mat to Doug's feet. Then reaching down he fished around in one of his pockets until he produced a pill. As he did so he moved to stand up, which included yanking her to her feet as well. He held the pill out. “Take it, it will help.” He nodded to her beaten and bruised state. It would in fact not really help with that, sure the high it provided would ameliorate some of the pain but they sold it as an aphrodisiac which was not entirely true either. But when was marketing concerned with truth. The main side effect of this type of spice was increasing the speed and strength of signals to the pleasure centers of the brain. Like a lot. This had its own domino of effects, making most aliens produce more fluids, making ones body more aware of those things that it normally tunes out. Some had came from realizing how nice their shirt, pants or underwear felt and played themselves simply by walking.

He held his hand out flat, expecting her to eat it that way but if he had to get physical again and get it in her mouth and then stroke her throat like a common pet, he'd do that too. She was his now.

The soldiers, male and female, though overwhelmingly male, perhaps twenty percent of his crew was female if you rounded up, counting those here, they all seemed interested in what was going to happen next. Would Dzam fuck her right here and probably once done let the rest have a go at her, were they allowed to join in now? Her skirt was showing off that fine ass of hers and some had caught glimpses of her heavenly tits or that mound with all the picking up, being knocked around and flailing that had happened since she got to the casino.

They were all disappointed when Dzambul picked her up, put her on her feet and seemed ready to lead her to an exit.

“Aww, come on...” Came a whiny retort from a very young, still teenage Zabrak male who looked older thanks to his left arm being replaced by a very clunky cybernetic limb. Whatever the story is behind that limb its not good for the Zabrak or whoever that limb was originally designed for.

There were other protest noises but they guessed it was alright if the bosses sleeve was going to be his. She wasn't just some slag he'd met and decided to get a little fun out of. She was an elevated slag who he wanted to use to impress his peers and bosses. Little did she know she was one verbal admission of being his to being trained by at least a portion of the various Black Sun's lined up around that ring.

Dzambul was clearly in a hurry and her stiletto booted, five foot self wasn't doing enough on her own to keep up as he had once hand vice gripped on her wrist. The other hand now and then would scoop around her waist to hurry, nearly lift/carry/push her along.

It didn't really look as casino-y at this end, since this was for Black Sun operatives to get ready or debrief and for the grunts. Wasn't all the glitz and glamour the establishments facade promised but that kicked in when they got to a lift, which required a keycard and code to get to stop at this floor. Now the elevator was the plush sort of décor one expected of the casino. It was overly bright, there was a double hand-rail around the circular compartment to accommodate the majority of humanoid species but that wasn't what Dzambul was using it for. No he barreled into the cylindrical conveyance like a rancor carrying back its prize food for its young. A large hand palmed the console and pushed the button for his floor or at least floor adjacent. Then he snatched up his Togruta to lift her and prop her on that hand rail as he moved in to begin assaulting her body with his mouth and hands. Rough attacks on her delicious form which he wanted to consume. She'd required him to fight her twice to prove his dominance before she accepted it. The presumptuous, overly confident bitch. He was going to show her that such a preposterous level of hubris on her part meant an escalated amount of 'fuck you, you're mine' on his. His breath, hands, his entire body was warm against hers as he tugged and pulled at her, wanting her soft pleasurable bits close to him while at the same time wanting her pinned helplessly against the smooth wall which alternated plush red panel, full length mirror each about two feet wide around the entire enclosure.

The very well dressed Rodian couple who were already in the elevator were, to put it mildly, shocked at the display. He in a fine suit, very becoming of modern trends. Her in a sheer full length sleeveless dress with a diagonal hem which ended in a short asymmetric train. The male reflexively grabbing the female's hand, both out of concern of her safety and for morale support for his. Their reflective flecks in their eyes shown bright with surprise and wonder at the animalistic display.

 

[Lala]

Aleera had scarcely finished signing her life away on the datapad when he plucked it from her hands and tossed it back toward the Quarren. Her moon-bright eyes swept back up to regard him. The ferocity that had settled in his gaze was almost frightening and even though she was still at his mercy beneath him, she shrank down a bit more in concession. Her lekku were curling up at the ends a bit, forming casual little words that might make him blush if he knew what they were saying. In any case, her stripes began to turn that ready-rosy color again, deepening and growing almost palpably warm.

She let out a soft little grunt when he hauled her up to her feet in one pull. Her limbs felt jellied and sore, her belly bruised where he’d kicked at her. She stared at the pill he held out flat in his palm. It was a brilliant violet and yellow capsule, small, stamped with a small Black Sun logo. She had never really dabbled in the designer spices coming out of here, but she had been around on the streets enough to see it in nearly every form. This one, she didn’t recognize.

Though she was uncertain about taking something unknown, he certainly wouldn’t try to poison her after going through all that trouble of claiming her? Would he? His eyes said she was taking it whether she liked it or not though, so she grabbed the capsule from him with a lightning-fast whip of her hand and popped it into her mouth. Dry swallowed it with a little gulp, and waited. Nothing happened. Yet. Then again, people usually had to inject things they wanted to work immediately.

She shot her attention toward the whine of protest, guessing that this didn’t go the way that many of them had hoped. Her gaze fell upon the other Zabrak, small and weak, not like hers who was strong and had proven it. Twice.

As he began to haul her off, her heels clicked on the floor in a frantic patter, trying to keep up with his long strides. He held her with his large hand wrapped entirely around her slender wrist. She did her best to keep up, but apparently was still too slow for the now single-minded Zabrak. It wasn’t like she didn’t know exactly what was on his mind. He was big enough that she could almost see him twitching through his pants.

By the time they got to the elevator, something was happening. That pill had definitely started to kick in, because her limbs felt lighter than before, her pain was all but gone. And her lekku were tingly in ways they usually only got when someone rubbed them. She shifted in place a little as he punched in a code and opened up the ritzy elevator. Even the light reflecting from the mirrors and golden rail seemed brighter, glittery, and she oohed out loud in delight. Definitely feeling something.

His sudden charge caught her by surprise, and she let out a little squeak when he tossed her up onto the rail in front of him and began to run his hands over her body. Her legs reflexively coiled around him, pressing her center against the needy bulge in his pants. There was another couple in the elevator, but she hardly noticed them. And to be fair, Rodians always looked shocked.

His hand traced over one of her breasts, then the other, making her squirm and coo against him as each little caress now felt like a thousand kisses on her skin. Her stripes had gone even past her lusty ready color thanks to the drug, and were now a striking sea green, almost luminous. His hands traced her hips, hitched her dress up a bit more on the sides, and she let out a low groan at the feel of warm fingers directly on her flesh. Her large chest rubbed against his firm one, delighting in the feel of his muscles against her erect nipples that were straining through the thin fabric of her dress. Her core was on fire, tingling, wet.

As the elevator whirred and began to rise, she let out a little laugh and tried to reach up to the crystalline chandelier that dangled and twinkled above them. She’d never seen such luxury before, and if this was only the elevator, she could hardly imagine what waited ahead. Her thoughts were fragmented now, barely able to focus on one thing before jumping to the next.

Part of that was due to the way his hands and mouth were moving over her. Her breathing was a bit ragged already, though he’d scarcely actually done anything. She was exquisitely responsive under general circumstances, which had been elevated to a constant euphoria by the pill he’d given her. Her lekku were rattling again, but it was clear this time that it wasn’t in anger, but pleasure. The way she cooed and moved against him dictated that well enough. Whatever he planned on doing, it was obvious she was ready and waiting.

 

[Jagd]

Dzambul couldn't give a shit about the Rodian couple or about his sleeve's modesty. Those strong hands pulled up her skirt, revealing her sex to those in the plush elevator. Which led to the Rodian female elbowing the male. He should not be looking at this.

But that wasn't the end goal for the Zabrak as his hands then left her body, unbuckling his belt and pants. It was quick and hurried action that quickly led to that massive shaft betwixt his legs free. It began to rise up in a clockwise fashion.

The Rodians' eyes went wide on both of them. Was he really going to use that thing? It was a weapon, like something you'd see in a holovid and figure special effects were being used but he he was about to impale a very small but curvy Togruta with it. The female Rodian was impressed, turned on and scared for the Togruta. Her breathing quickened as the male's hand tightened on hers and pulled her more off to the side away from the two... love birds seemed to kind and romantic, fuck buddies? This was clearly happening and it was going to be rough.

Once his cock was freed the Zabrak once more grabbed her waist with one hand while the other guided that dick to her wet mound. As soon as the head was touching, bracing against that waiting opening he then had both hands on her. Grabbing one of her lekku he used her head tail and waist to hold her in place while also guiding her body to allow him to begin impaling her. Quickly he leaned in to cover her mouth with his. A hungry kiss, demanding. Those strong hands kept grasping her, yanking her. He draped her lekku over his shoulder once he was closer.

That thick head and shaft began to slowly make their way into her, rocking his hips, it was going to take time to get most, let alone all if that was possible into her. She was in height less than five times the length of his girth.

“Mine.” He murmured the word against her mouth.

The Rodians were trying not to watch. It was frightening, tantalizing, engrossing disgusting and hot. What was going on? Then the elevator came to a stop. The doors opened and it took the two a moment to realize that this was their floor. “Uh, sorry... Excuse us.” The two bowed their heads, nodding to the two who were now fucking in the fanciful elevator.

The Zabrak kept pushing her back against the elevator wall. Wherever she looked there was a mirror that showed a new angle of the aggressive Zabrak attacking her with desirous passion.

 

[Lala]

The cold lick of air over her already-sodden nethers made her twitch when he just hiked up her skirt to access her. The presence of the Rodians did bring a little wash of color to her cheeks, though she was already so flushed from the drug that it was hard to tell. She leaned back a little more and hooked her heels behind the gold rail, presenting herself with her legs spread wide to him. Her panties were so damp they were nearly translucent, outlining the petite lips of her mound before she just peeled them aside to bare her sex.

Her chest bobbed up and down with faster breaths when he unbuckled and unleashed that monster he carried around. She couldn’t help the little dart of her tongue to the corner of her mouth, the hunger rolling in her, the almost unbearable pleasure the pill had stoked in her, the desire to mate. She wasn’t even concerned that his cock was almost as big as her arm and would likely take some doing to fit into her tiny little pussy.

A soft little whimper of need fell from her as he prodded her lips apart with that fat cockhead, searching for that snug little hole between. Even just the feel of his hand on her waist had her grinding forward, almost feral with lust. She was so enslaved to the effects of the drug already that she didn’t even remember taking anything, and her mind was simply registering this as the appropriate response to her owner.

Her head tilted back with a guttural moan at the other hand gripping her lekku. Electric ripples of pleasure raced down her spine, making the little pearl between her legs swell and throb. A little trickle of her juices ran free from her nether lips, glided down the curve of her ass, and hit the floor with an audible plop. At least if he meant to actually force that huge thing into her, he’d have ample lubrication.

The rough and hungry kiss devoured her loud groan when he started to penetrate her. Bit by bit, the thick mushroom head began to peel her open, and she jerked upright with a mewl when it popped in past her resistance. Her hands clawed tight over the railing, bearing down to take it even though it didn’t seem possible. She’d never been stretched like this before and he only had his head in.

Another little cry fell from her lips. The rocking of his hips eased another bit of length into her and she felt her inner walls clamping down in the tightest vise, hot and velvety and rippling with contractions against the stout invader. She couldn’t find her voice when he spoke while claiming her, and just nodded in acknowledgment of the truth.

The sensations were all too much, the elevator spinning in a kaleidoscope of pleasures she’d never experienced. His hand on her lekku kneading, his shaft working at conquering her resistance, his lips fluttering over hers. If she weren’t shoved hard against the elevator wall, knees up with her stilettos resting behind the rail, she looked like she would just melt into a quivering pile.

She hardly noticed when the Rodians left, merely focused on the intense pleasures gripping her. Each little push of his hips earned him another groan and a squirming, panting little Togruta having a nice little trip. The mirrors around the elevator showed a lewd scene, with the much, much larger Zabrak slowly taking the purple Tog.

In the mirror on her flank, she could see that enormous shaft starting to disappear into her. Only an inch or two by now, but she imagined her body would quite obviously display the insertion if he managed to bury it in her. Another little plop echoed. More of her juices dripping. Her eyelids were heavy, and the elevator seemed to take on a dreamlike haze. Whatever he had given her, it might not have been meant for someone as small as her, so she was definitely reacting to it.

 

[Jagd]

The noises, the ones that came from her mouth and those coming from her dripping cunt drove the Zabrak hungry in his possessive, aggressive, predatory desire to claim his prize. Finally she was accepting that she was his. The drug certainly didn't hurt in this venture. Perhaps he should have given her half a pill, she was probably south of half his weight. Oh well. If she can't handle his job that's on her.

Its not like these were deep conscious thoughts he was having, no, his mind and body was pretty well focused on grinding, moving his hips to try and get more of his cock to pierce her wet mound and drive into her. It took a while just to get it so on ever back stroke the head wasn't threatening to pop out of her. The Togruta's body was holding onto his shaft like a champ but more from it being too big for her tiny frame then proper muscle control.

The horned alien groaned as he tried to force more of his length in her, but just managed a tiny increment more. Those big strong hands kept exploring and grabbing her body, trying to find purchase to make his ideal happen but he kept getting distracted everytime he grabbed a breast, her ass, those flaring hips, a lekku the tiny waist as he enjoyed exploring the tiny woman he'd trapped against the elevator.

With a fierce grip on her he yanked, to slide her down a foot or so along the railing so her back was against one of those mirrors, cool against her flesh. Yet still he wasn't getting much deeper into her. In frustration his right hand wrapped his fingers around the lekku on her back and he yanked on it sharply, trying to expose her neck so he could bite and kiss that pale flesh of hers as he moaned his irritation at now being deep into her, balls slapping against her. At this rate it felt like it'd be nearly a week before his shaft would be swallowed by her. Then again where would that mean the tip would be within her.

There was another pleasant chime. Dzambul's head whipped around like a predator that just heard a potential new challenger entering the arena. It was just the elevator telling them they had reached the intended floor.

A curse word was spat from his lips as he grabbed her waist roughly and just mercilessly withdrew his cock from her. There was a deep growl of pleasure as her body tightly grabbed at him, rubbing along that sensitive area on the underside, just under the head. There was a significant popping sound as the head withdrew. Air refilling the void the had been created by their rigorous action.

A lunge was needed to hit the door open button so the elevator didn't close from them taking so long to get their shit together. Grabbing up his pants he half buckled them as he held the door open. A cock of his head indicated to head left down the hallway. “Come on my Togruta.” The first time he has called her something other than a sleeve or stray.

 

[Lala]

Aleera was fuzzily aware of how hard he was pressing against her, working to force that impressive shaft into her snug little body. Her breaths came a bit quicker, though there was no pain at the huge insertion. That little pill made sure of it. Her pupils were so dilated the soft purple iris nearly disappeared, giving her a doe-like appearance beneath this conquering predator.

She bit down on her lip with a little groan when he sank into her a bit more, her inner walls battling against the invasion with strong contractions against him. Though it was taking him quite a bit of effort to get inside, her muscles were already fatiguing, relaxing a bit as he opened her up. Once he got a good rhythm going, he could probably fuck her in earnest even with that monstrous thing. She certainly was wet enough, evidenced by the slick coating on her lips and dribbles cascading down his cock.

The hands on her body earned a little coo, a little lusty sigh with each exploration, her body writhing and wriggling beneath his ministrations as he cupped and squeezed her soft, lush flesh. Especially when he caught hold of a lekku or montral, her stripes still vibrant with pleasure. The sudden shift in position made her giggle and then gasp when he caught a lekku and craned her head aside to get at that vulnerable column of flesh, baring her throat to the alpha who had conquered her, who was conquering her now.

Her wide eyes darted to the door when the elevator chimed, though she was moving as though in a dream. She was aware of nothing still but the almost overwhelming pleasures zipping through her body from her toes to the tips of those wriggling lekku, so it surprised her when the pleasurable pressure of him peeling her open suddenly withdrew. Her body jerked at the sudden pop of sensation, the feeling of emptiness, the hot splatter of juices that hit her thigh.

She whimpered something that sounded like disappointment, but was already hopping down from the railing on wobbly legs when he beckoned. She’d run and kicked like a champ in those stilettos before, but now that pill and the delightful effects had her tottering around and leaning onto him as he indicated where to go. Her dress was still bunched up around her hips, and she didn’t seem to notice she was walking out with her round cheeks on full display.

His address made her churr softly, the possessive not lost on her. She’d never been anyone’s anything, and whether it was the drug currently in her, the display of his strength and prowess, or a combination of the two, she was starting to warm up to her new position as Dzambul’s sleeve. Still unsteady, she teetered into him, wrapping slender arms around his waist for support as she walked by his side.

The halls were long and incredibly wide, with plush carpet underfoot that silenced the unsteady tromp of her heels. The walls had glinting gold trim and elegant wallpaper of black and red. The pattern almost looked like it was moving, making her stagger even more. Geometric glass fixtures beamed mellow light down on them. She’d probably appreciate it so much more once the trip wore off.

“Where we going...Dzam...Mr. Dzambul?” she chattered, turning those doe eyes up to him. He hadn't specified what she was to call him, so she was playing it safe. Her lekku were rubbing against each other, making her groan every now and again, still that very aroused color. Her delicate hand snuck over and rubbed a bit over the bulge in his pants. Whatever his plans for the evening, it was clear she'd be up for anything at this point.

 

[Jagd]

She was being compliant, sexy, in a haze thanks to the engineered spice he gave her. So a part of him wanted to lead her back to his room, just a bit further down the hall and fuck her until the next day. But that would be wrong, she had done some terrible shit and for that some training would be needed. The question was would it be effective because she is open to all the sensory information coming at her or would she hardly remember a thing? Either way his mind was made up and he led her to the next intersection to take another left, to go deep in, away from the gleaming outside. Hard to tell in the casino, but a look to the right showed a long hallway that ended in a glittering pane of transparent plasteel, with some plants to accentuate. They were high up and only the top of the skyline was visible.

The hallways were lush, the doors were not just functional but they door frames were decorative. Pots both floating and those down on the ground held exquisite plants. More plant life probably existed on this floor than for the next couple miles around the casino. Several service droids of different function moved about, droids to keep the area clean and the plants watered, droids bringing room service, droids to clean the rooms after guests had left. The Black Sun had plenty of living employees but it turns out your average Black Sun Syndicate member does not often make the most accommodating casino/hotel clerk. There was a doorway where noise and lights spilled out, as they passed it became clear it was a small gambling hall, though it had privacy strips of some special cloth that hung down so only fuzzy silhouettes of the people within, back lit by all the flashing lights and glitz could be seen.

A hand guided her, wrapped about her bicep, he kept her off balance, not dropping his hand so she could walk normally or slowing down to a pace more accomodating of the just over foot and a half difference between them. “'Mister' works, so does 'Sir' but better is 'Master'.” He didn't think she'd earned first name privileges but he wasn't one to be overly concerned. Loyalty was his first concern. It was clear though she was trying as she called him two different things to see which one landed or sounded right. “I'm taking you to learn. Its a simple lesson and once that is done you can come back to my rooms.” Rooms made it sound so fancy and to be fair it was a suite. It wasn't the sort of thing high rollers got, but the Syndicate knew how to treat its successful members in a way that showed loyalty was rewarded.

He certainly seemed to enjoy that she was giving attention to his shaft, still totally obvious but kind of clothed. He kept his breathing steady though as he focused on his goal, which was not to cream the inside of his pants.

It was a little further down to an indistinct door that looked like several of the maintenance doors they passed. Like all of them there was an electronic pad which he typed in a code then drew an arcane symbol on. The pad beeped a pleased tone as it then unlocked and allowed the door to hiss open. Dzambul pushed the horny Togruta in before him. The small antechamber was dark except for some strips of tiny lights in the corner. A light mist of some disinfecting moisture that quickly wicked away at body temperature wafted down from the ceiling once they were halfway in and then stopped as another door opened...

… To a bondage wonderland. There were alcoves for different moods and settings, numerous devices, straps, restraints, objects to balance on, to be spun on, knives and other sharp implements on small platters, chains, whips, prods hanging on the wall of various sizes and the dildos. So many dildos, vibrators, fleshlights. There were easily two fully stocked sex shops worth of toys on the walls or located in bins. Again there were droids, there were some people in here. There was a woman dressed in sheer plastic with black and spike accouterments who was getting a drink of water while there were all manner of noises coming from the alcove behind her. She smiled and lifted her glass to the two as they came in.

Dzambul nodded back in return with a tight smile on his face before giving the maitre'd droid. “Is 4c open?”

“For you, of course.” The overly polite C7 series protocol droid bowed and gestured towards that area back a ways to the right. “Is there anything I can do for you master Dzambul?” It inquired as its large lit eyes looked at him and the girl with him, the head turning to one and then the other.

The Zabrak nodded and was already tugging her in that direction. “Yes, send “do me” there. Need to break the new sleeve in. She's a fiesty one and a biter.”

“Oh-ho!” The C7 chirped feigning excitement and interest. “Just like you like them master Dzambul.”

Fuck, why does everyone assume that? He rolled his eyes. Dzambul was fine with the reputation but sometimes it got tiring whenever he'd take someone to fuck everyone around him was always, “Going to fuck the fight out of her, huh?” Or something along those lines. Sometimes, he just wanted sex, to get off, have some fun, it didn't always have to be a climactic battle to prove dominance and leave the other in a spent pool of lust, having stretched her with the monster that didn't hide well in his pants. Sure, this was one of those times where he planned to do just that to this Togruta but it wasn't every single time.

 

[Lala]

At this point, Aleera was sort of wondering where this pill had been her whole life. She wasn’t exactly high-strung by definition, but she had a tendency to fight against what life threw at her instead of embracing it. Now, she was literally embracing it, nudging her head against the solid Zabrak leading her through the lush hallways while still letting her small hand tease and rub and play over the huge shaft that stood out in a stark outline against his pants.

He appeared to enjoy the little strokes through his pants, and she even got a little bit of a playful grin when he seemed to try to focus more on walking and guiding her along. Her fingers dipped along the length until she found the flare of his head and began to circle her pointer around and around it while she hummed a bit to herself.

A bevy of droids fluttered in and out of the rooms lining the hallway. One protocol droid nearly ran into them, quickly assessed the situation happening in front of him, and tottered away muttering, “Oh my oh my…”

The low hum of conversation caught her attention, which was quite easy at this point, since her head was turning this way and that, snagged by any little detail or person in the extravagant casino. She wanted to go into that busy room, but Dzambul kept on dragging her along with a steadying hand on her arm.

Those dilated eyes swept up to him. She’d had several bosses before that made her call them “Sir,” and several bosses that had taken advantage of their position to fuck her. But she’d never had a master before, so she tried it out now to see how it felt. “Master. Okay!” she said, making an okay sign with the fingers of her free hand. Her other hand was still playing with his cock as long as he let her.

“What to learn?” she asked. Her lekku were still kind of rubbing on each other, and now they were also sort of rubbing at her nipples where they jutted through her thin dress. Still, she didn’t seem overly concerned, as he said it was a simple lesson. She was a fast learner, and could be incredibly accommodating when driven to it. The two little battles of wills she’d entered into with him seemed ages ago already, just a foggy little impression at the edge of recall.

Her attention snapped back to the panel he was punching a code into, and then the room revealed when it opened before him. She laughed when he shoved her forward into the room, stumbling all the way in until she fell over, catching herself with her hands. It was dark and moody in here, and had a very subtle smell of something fruity but sharp. The smell intensified when something misted them upon entry. She climbed unsteadily to her feet, attaching herself to him once again like a horny little headtailed parasite as he opened the door to the next room.

A soft gasp echoed. Her head swiveled across the entirety of the room. There was a lot of sensory information coming in, and she was a bit too high to process it all at once. She was vaguely aware of what some of the items were for. Hard to mistake a realistic dildo for anything else, really. But much of it was foreign to her, unknown. She eyed a monstrous device. Where did that go?

“Hi,” she said to the woman who waved, glancing at her clingy dress. Now she wanted one of those. She fell forward when Dzambul pulled her again, toward the area he inquired about most likely. “Hi,” she said to the protocol droid, giving him a big wave. She scoffed when her master said she was a biter. Completely untrue. Partially untrue. Sort of true. “I’m the sleeve,” she explained, as if the droid didn’t get it.

“Oh, I see. Well, good luck to you, Do-Me,” the droid said, servos whirring a bit as he dipped his head politely. “And Master Dzambul, I think you’ll find all of your needs met in 4C. We’ve actually upgraded quite a bit since the last time you were here. Of course, if you do need anything at all, you can always hit the comm for service or clean up. Do enjoy.” The droid stiffly tottered away to tend to another couple who had just entered: Doug and a spindly Pa’lowick riding on his back and stroking his face tendrils.

Aleera watched with interest as they passed other alcoves. Many of them were blocked off with a similar curtain to the one she’d seen in the gambling room on the way over. Obviously occupied, with silhouettes arching in various positions and devices. This cloth seemed to have a little bit of soundproofing as well, as the sounds coming from the alcoves in use were muffled to a dull moan.

At the very end of the hall, an alcove tucked into the corner had a plaque that said 4C on it in both Aurebesh and Outer Rim Basic. It was clearly just finishing a cleaning cycle, the heavy privacy curtain drawn as little whooshes and sprays echoed dully from inside, the sound dampened by the cloth. After a minute, everything stopped and the curtain slowly drew open to reveal the alcove in all its glory. She gasped when she saw it. This was where she was going to get her lesson? Those purple eyes traced over to him, seeing that hard edge of dominance glowing in his. Oh well, everything was still wonderfully hazy and pleasurable and she was just reaching peak effect of the drug so she’d almost cum just from walking over here.

But now it was lesson time.

 

[Jagd]

It was impressive how her intelligence had just left her and was replaced with something more akin to child like wonder. Well, that and the desire to enjoy constant stimulation. She was a completely different person, in a way that he doubted just defeating and claiming her would have done on its own. Her ability to keep toying with his clothed shaft was noted quite favorably. Others he had before often thought quite highly of themselves and would put on airs not remembering that they were his, and his needs and desires should be met. Yet here was this until recently very feisty, independent Togruta who was now just enjoying playing with him, clearly with the intent to not let him get soft. It might just be the drug but still it was appreciated. How could it not be.

She even called him “Master”. Titles weren't very important to Dzambul, but in people who are new it is a way to ingrain the hierarchy and with that comes the loyalty. When he'd started moving up the ranks he'd demand to be called some important title, but then he realized it was less about the word and more about the tone and right now her tone was pretty damn near perfect. Unlike say back in the speeder.

The other alcoves weren't all full but clearly there was stuff happening in those that were. Some were active, some quieter, especially thanks to the sound dampening, the fuzzy silhouettes allowed enough information for the mind to go wild to fill in what else might be going on in there. Their alcove had a padded table which was clearly sectioned off to be shaped in different ways. Under the table hung various straps with adjustable cuffs. It also stood atop a circular dais. There was a couch, which was also the one colorful addition in the room. Everything else was various shades of gray or black but the couch had a lush inviting upholstery that was a vibrant slightly darker shade of red. It was also deep and spacious, clearly designed to have room enough for fucking. There were two movable carts each with multiple drawers. Various items hung from the wall. The wall also had an area with straps for hanging a person from it, not in a lethal way, but a hampered or unable to move way. There was much to see and clearly do in the room.

But the Zabrak had turned to his horny sleeve who's stripes were telling him a lot of information but he was still learning. In fact he was curious if her being drugged might be noticeable due to the hue or highlight color. What was noticeable was her lekku stimulating each other and now being sure to rub against those pert nipples which strained against her dress. The peek of the drug shouldn't come for another fifteen to twenty minutes but with her frame it was certainly hitting harder.

Dzambul turned towards the small Togruta, a hand grabbing one of her lekku and tugging on it, pulling it away from the other. “Are you trying to get off my little Togruta?” He towered over her. Dark eyes looked down with amusement. Then with a tug he used her lekku as a leash and pulled her over towards the table. His hand was warm and his fingers played with her head tentacle. “Perhaps you should wait.”

Once at the table he had to let go of her. As he reached under and started unlocking the different leaves. Quickly it turned from a table to a padded traingular horse shape, with a pronounced several inches across. The Zabrak had clearly used this table many times and even knew which way to jiggle a lever to get it to unstick. It did mean he left her alone for a bit over a minute before he came back to her. “Get on.” The command was accompanied by a hand as he would help her get on to straddle the horse. While padded the frame beneath was unyielding. The Zabrak kept his hands on her, running them over her legs, hips and chest as he got her on and then scooted her back. “Lean forward, so you are laying on your stomach.” He moved around to one side to grab one of the straps. It was pretty clear what was about to happen.

 

[Lala]

The Togruta wasn’t an experienced drug user, and it showed. A few years ago, she was traveling with a crew of bandits after some small heist that had yielded less than expected. Everyone was a bit sour about it, but drowned those sorrows in mountains of spice. She hadn’t partaken in it, but simply walking through the galley where they were smoking the stuff had gotten her so messed up that she spent the rest of the trip on her back with her boots on a window, trying to grab the stars flying past at lightspeed.

That paled in comparison to where she was now. She was past grabbing at stars. In fact, her legs were quivering a little from all the self-stimulating, and it was just about the most pleasure she’d ever felt in her life. Her eyes darted to her master when he called her out and she shook her head, but with a sloppy grin that quickly revealed the lie.

She whined softly as he uncoiled her lekku, coming down from the edge she’d been perched on. But the sudden firm hand closing around that headtail and playing with it brought her right back quickly. She squirmed and moaned as new pleasures surged through her, making her knees buckle. But again, just when she was about to release, he let go of her lekku and made her whimper again in need. She started just shifting back and forth in place a bit, putting pressure on her swollen bud between her legs. He’d probably see exactly what she was doing.

But now she had time to really take in the room as he prepared that table, obviously for her. Her eyes traced over the couch. It looked so soft and comfortable. She hadn’t really been in very nice places before. Usually the couches were skeevy, like the seats in that old speeder she’d been in to get here. But even though this room was built for utility, the lush touches were still obvious here. There were so many drawers in those cabinets, and she just barely stifled her natural curiosity to start pawing through them all.

Was it today that she'd been in that old speeder? Or last week? She couldn’t remember. She did remember that Dzambul was her master. He’d said so, after all. He was very strong, so she should be happy to belong to him. Not every little Togruta managed to find a male capable of overpowering them the way he did. He was clearly a prime male specimen. Her eyes went to the obscene bulge in his pants, and she squirmed in place a bit more, her breaths increasing.

His sudden order brought her back, and she realized he had arranged the table into something quite different. With his guidance, she unsteadily crawled onto the horse and slid forward as instructed so that she was lying on her stomach with her shapely legs draped over the sides. She heard him fussing around and then felt him begin to strap her onto the device.

Her round ass wriggled in the air, her dress still bunched around her hips from the elevator. Somewhere along the way, she’d lost her panties. When and how did she so sneakily take those off? She obviously had lots of tricks he was unaware of. Someone was going to find a used Togruta thong in the hall somewhere. In any case, her bared sex was now on display and clearly still dripping with lust.

She seemed placid and unconcerned about being tied down to this device as he slowly worked to bind her in place. Her lekku stripes deepened again, approaching nuclear levels of horniness. She had only gotten a small -- okay, large -- sample of his cock before, but by the way she rolled her hips and cooed and wriggled on the horse, it was obvious she was in a full heat and wanting to take the rest.

Her brain felt like mush. All she could think of was seeking out more pleasure, keeping this glorious sensation going, taking his fat shaft to her deepest point and carrying his seed in her belly. Any reluctance or resistance she’d had at being his had all but evaporated. The drug had obviously hit its mark, but maybe it was just the push she’d needed to embrace this truth. She was going to be his sleeve, in whatever way he wished, and she was going to enjoy it thoroughly.

 

[Jagd]

As entertaining as the drugged out, horny Togruta was, getting all the straps on and her situated properly on the horse took time and effort. He still did a few little motions to enjoy himself. A lingering hand gliding along the side of her breast, running fingers over her montrals as he moved around her head to the other side, a firm smack to her rump. In fact, it was just a very spankable ass. Full, firm but with some jiggle, it was tempting to spank her a lot more, but he knew he should wait until he's a ways into her. Having her tighten up her muscles now would just make it frustrating to enter her.

“I need you to be aware of how you feel now, because tomorrow you will be taking a different form of spice and I need you to be able to compare the two, both in intentional effects and side-effects, or when you are coming down off of it.” The Zabrak explained what was expected of her as he finished securing her last ankle.

For the second time today she heard the all to familiar noise of the unbuckling of pants. As he stepped out of them he hit a few buttons on a console. As he did so he depressed another. “Where's Do...” He cut himself off as the curtain moved aside and a lanky hodge podge droid walked in. If the droid wasn't surprising there was also clearly something happening with the table horse down by her nethers as a smooth phallus was revealed spiking out through a slit in the rubberized cover. It was barely centimeters from her mound.

The droid who entered was made up of three different droids. It had the legs of a loader style labor droid with powerful hydraulics, the left arm of an IG-series droid but the rest of it was that of what an OOM series battle droid. A type of droid that was certainly illegal but also whose parts were in abundance in scrap piles and on the way to recycling refineries the galaxy over. dOO-Me was a pun on its original name, but it was no longer a battle droid, though being an OOM series its cognitive functions were virtual nil. It had been modified a great deal internally and certain external modifications as well but perhaps the most striking was the bit of flair one Syndicate member with a boorish sense of humor, a simple black synth-leather eye mask attached around its oddly shaped head to give it a comical BDSM look.

“Ah, good.” Dzambul turned, kick off his pants as he also let tossed his jacket to the couch and began pulling off his shirt. “Togruta, this is dOO-Me. dOO-Me, this is the sleeve I want you to fuck the mouth of.”

“Roger. Roger.” The once terrifying battle droid, now turned bad joke and sex worker replied as a dark gray phallus swung up between its large but not wide legs and then locked into place over the metal crotch. The dick was shaped more like that of an Chagrian but seemed to be made of a rubberized material similar material though not quite of the topper on the table but also with flecks of glitter in it to make it shiny. Also those flecks glowed in the dark, so even with the lights off you'd know where the sexbot was.

Another playful smack hit her rump. “Say “Ah”.” He warned her because the droid advanced, clearly intending to shove the now fully operational dildo into her mouth. Though she was pulled away slightly as Dzambul roughly grabbed her hips and yanked her back, one to get her closer to his own cock but also to guide her hips so that she was now successfully speared by the table mounted dildo. “I bet my Togruta likes having all her holes filled.” His teasing voice was dripping with the knowledge that she was now his to use and abuse as he so desired.

 

[Lala]

Aleera certainly wasn’t trying to make it more difficult to strap her down, but the little caresses and gropes gliding over her skin had her arching up and mewling softly in pleasure. Just when he had tightened a strap over her wrist, he made the mistake of touching her montrals. She jerked up and whipped the strap free such that he had to rethread it again. The resulting little swat on her rear had her soft laugh echoing in the alcove, after an appreciative squeak at the warm sensation spreading across her jiggly cheek from the brush of his palm.

Then he was speaking to her again, though it sounded at times like he was at the end of a long tunnel. She bobbed her head in understanding, lekku flopping, though she was only vaguely aware of what he was telling her. But by then, she was fully strapped down to the horse. A little flex of her wrists and ankles revealed just how securely. Her ass swayed back and forth. Not to tantalize, but to test. There really wasn’t a whole lot of give in the restraints, and the entire thing was bolted securely to the floor. She wasn’t going anywhere.

Her head canted aside when she heard that little clink of his belt, and suddenly the entire horse was creaking slightly as she rocked back and forth needfully as much as the straps allowed. The frantic display of heat ceased momentarily when the OOM droid walked in. She was keenly aware of something else behind her, a whir of activity, the sense of something looming back there though she couldn't see what it was. She tried to push herself back again, to no avail.

There was no mistaking the droid’s purpose, if one didn’t pick up on the name alone. Especially when that glitzy artificial phallus swung up to full erection. Even though it wasn’t the warm flesh she really wanted, her aching arousal still made her lick her lips at the sight. Not that she had much say in the matter. The large thing was marching forward to obey the Zabrak with that glittery cock looming right in front of her.

The little smack made her yip with delight, sending a cascade of pleasure rippling through her. Her lips parted, mouth craning open to a wide O to fit the phallus the droid was now starting to feed to her. Several smooth inches slid over her tongue toward the back of her throat, effectively gagging the loud groan of satisfaction when her master pulled her backward to let her start sinking onto the dildo behind her.

She may have said something in response to his teasing words, but it came out muffled, along with a hefty plop of drool around the phallus now starting to fuck her mouth. It was hydraulic, so the droid only had to stand in place with a hand atop her head to steady it as the appendage began to whir in and out at a slow, shallow pace at first.

The other one between her legs slowly disappeared into her soaked pussy, gliding past the tight resistance as she moaned in delight. Fingers spread and her toes curled in her boots, delighted at finally being filled in this elevated state of pleasurable euphoria. The bolted-down horse complained slightly as she tried to rock back and forth atop the dildo plunged into her, though her movements were so limited by the straps that she could only manage a few inches back and forth.

DOO-Me’s phallus began to move a bit more rapidly, pistoning over her tongue now as her chin glistened with drool. It was clear she had some skill, servicing the artificial thing with coordinated movements of her lips and tongue. She made all sorts of delightful sounds, but still arched her ass up a bit, aching for the warmth of her owner's massive shaft. Even if he hadn’t been able to understand her mumbled words, it was clear his observation was correct.