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(Commission for anonymous) 

A battle was raging in the normally quiet desert wastes of Tatooine’s Dune Sea. The battle between the wayward heroes of the rebel alliance and the criminal forces employed by the ruthless crime lord Jabba the Hutt was coming to a decisive climax. Blaster fired, screams, and the telltale electronic hiss of a lightsaber echoed through the expanse of desert, reverberating for miles off the dunes. 

Jabba’s Sail Barge loomed over the Great Pit of Carkoon, where Jabba had intended to execute the Jedi Knight IRyS and the Owlkee Nanashi Mumei. He had taken prisoner the lovely rat princess, Hakos Baelz, as well as the android duo of Cecilia Evergreen and Gawr Gura, intending to keep the droids as servants and Bae as his personal slavegirl. All seemed lost for the rebels but IRyS had taken steps to ensure their victory, guided by the will of the Force. To this end, she had sent her friend, Mori Calliope, to infiltrate Jabba’s Palace and pose as one of the Hutt’s many guards. 

The only one missing from the group was, ironically, the one they had come to free and the cause of this entire mess: Ouro Kronii. Before she had joined the rebel alliance, Kronii had worked as a smuggler with Mumei across the Galaxy, ferrying illegal goods between systems, often for people of less than reputable positions. Her greed for credits had eventually led her to Jabba’s lair on Tatooine and she had worked for him for a long time, the two developing something of an affable relationship thanks to Kronii’s skill as a smuggler.

But anyone who got into business with Jabba tended to meet bad ends. Kronii was no exception and after a shipment she was forced to drop thanks to an Imperial patrol, she had fled across the Galaxy from Jabba’s wrath. This had led her to seeking the rebel alliance and joined them for protection, a relationship that had initially begun as something of a compromise but eventually, it turned to real friendship and despite her snarky, cynical nature, Kronii began to love her allies not just as protectors but as friends.

Unfortunately, Jabba’s wrath caught up to her. The furious Hutt had put on a massive price on her head and dispatched bounty hunters to scourge the Galaxy to friend Kronii and bring her to him. Boba Fett had eventually caught her and had her frozen in carbonite, bringing her back to Jabba’s Palace as a morbid trophy. Jabba had enjoyed the gift most handsomely and paid Fett for his services before hanging Kronii on the wall like a depraved piece of artwork, a warning to all who dared cross the Hutt and as a symbol of his wrath.

This had not gone unanswered by Kronii’s friends. IRyS had flown to Tatooine and dispatched Calli to infiltrate Jabba’s Palace as a guard. When she didn’t return, she sent Cecilia and Gura to negotiate with the loathsome Hutt, but Jabba took the androids as servants instead, still refusing to give up his favorite decoration. Bae boldly infiltrated the palace and tried to free Kronii herself under cover of darkness but Jabba caught her before she could release Kronii from her carbonite prison. Lustful and with a fetish for beautiful humanoid females, Jabba had been enamored with Princess Baelz and enslaved her, making her his right hand slavegirl. She was dressed in a skimpy metal bikini and put on a leash and collar, tethered to Jabba’s throne as his personal captive. Jabba intended to make her appreciate him and Bae, once fiery and feisty, had become unusually submissive under Jabba’s care, perhaps racked with guilt over her failure to save Kronii, perhaps not used to a being of Jabba’s vileness capturing her, perhaps both.

In any case, IRyS herself stepped in to rescue her friends. She went into the palace with Mumei and both confronted Jabba, who laughed off IRyS’s efforts to negotiate things peacefully. Jabba tried to execute the Jedi by feeding her to his rancor but by some miracle, IRyS turned the tables on the beast and was able to kill it using the gate in its pen to crush it to death. Enraged, Jabba had sentenced IRyS and Mumei to death at the sarlaac pit, keeping Bae for himself as he found her attractive, as well as the androids as useful servants.

Everything had seemed hopeless but at the sarlaac pit, IRys had been able to turn the tables. Gura had smuggled in her lightsaber and tossed it to IRyS as Jabba ordered her to be pushed off the skiff into the waiting maw of the sarlaac. IRyS had then turned her fury on Jabba’s men, cutting through them easily, as Calli and Mumei acted as well to support her. The entire barge dissolved into chaos, allowing Bae as well to act. The rat princess regained her confidence and threw her own chain around Jabba’s bulbous throat. Channeling all her anger at the Hutt for his actions toward her and her friends, she had violently strangled the Hutt gangster to death. 

Now, IRyS stood on the deck of the barge, wielding her magenta-colored lightsaber as she faced off against the remnants of Jabba’s men, unaware they were fighting on behalf of their dead boss. IRyS deflected a shot from a guard, the blaster shot going wild and slamming into the side of the barge in an explosion of sparks. She then lunged forward, cutting the guard down, her lightsaber making short work of him.

Her eyes flicked sideways, as she saw a shape move in the shadow of the stairwell leading to the lower section of the sail barge. Princess Bae emerged, dressed in the skimpy metal bikini Jabba had forced her into. Her half-naked form scurried across the deck toward IRyS, the rat princess wielding a vibro axe she had snatched up, her multicolored skirts flapping around in the desert winds from her quick movements. IRyS’s cheeks flushed. Jabba had certainly chosen a very…flattering outfit for Bae and she’d be lying if she didn’t admit she was quite enamored with how Bae looked in the skimpy slavegirl attire. Bae’s chain, now broken in half after Gura had cut her free from Jabba’s corpse, danced over the hem of her cleavage, her breasts pushed into a sizable round shape from the metal bra pushing them upward. Bae looked around, seemingly blissfully unaware of IRyS ogling her amidst the battle and cried, “IRyS! What do we do?!”

IRyS snapped back into focus, using no small amount of the Force to re-center herself. She cleared her throat and covered back, deflecting stray blaster fire across the deck with swipes of her lightsaber. “Get the gun!” She cried. “Point it at the deck.”

Bae nodded and hurried onto the gun, her back skirt flapping to briefly expose of her legs and rear. She grabbed the gun and wheeled it into place, pointing it dead center at the deck below her, at the sail barge’s engine room. Disposing of the last of the wayward guards with slashes of her lightsaber, IRyS hurried to Bae’s side and grabbed a low hanging piece of rope. She waved at herself and yelled, “Come on!”

Bae jumped into IRyS’s arms, both girls flushing as Bae wrapped her half-naked form around IRyS to hold onto her. Bae looked away, very flustered, and IRyS swallowed, very aware of the skimpy rat princess squished against her side, her black Jedi robes offering only meager protection between the two girls. IRyS regained focus again and kicked the gun’s trigger. She swung off the deck as the barge’s laser cannon fired into the deck, an enormous explosion booming behind them. The two swung away, landing on the deck of the waiting skiff where Calli and Mumei were. IRyS landed on the deck hard, Bae panting as she clung onto IRyS, not wanting to let her beloved go.

“Let’s go!” IRyS cried as the barge began to explode behind them. “And don’t forget the androids…”

Calli nodded and maneuvered the skiff above Gura and Cecilia, the two android girls having leaped from the sail barge and were now sticking comically upside down in the sand. Bae, despite the sense of euphoria from being freed from Jabba’s clutches, hurried next to Calli, grabbing her friend’s shoulder urgently.

“We have to go back!” She called over the wind as the skiff began to race across the dunes, Jabba’s sail barge imploding behind them in a great fireball that sent hunks of flying wreckage littering over the Dune Sea. “Kronii…I couldn’t…couldn’t save her…we have to go get her!” 

Tears stained Bae’s eyes as she remembered how her own brash confidence and stupid plan had nearly messed up everything. She had not only failed to free Kronii but gotten herself captured and nearly got IRyS killed. She tried not to cry, even as Calli laid a warm hand on her shoulder, her friend’s long pink hair flapping in the desert winds.

“We will,” Calli said, always cool and confident. She gave Bae some reassurance. The rebel heroes flew off, the remnants of Jabba’s barge burning behind them in the desert, smoking rising against the twin suns to signal their victory and freedom.

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Most of Jabba’s court had gone on the barge to witness the execution of the Jedi and only a skeleton crew remained behind. They scattered like rats at the appearance of the rebel heroes, some fleeing into the bowels of the palace while others fled into the desert wastes. One or two foolish men made an attempt to kill IRyS but the Jedi cut them down easily. Soon enough, the six girls stood alone in Jabba’s deserted throne room. Jabba’s dais loomed at the center of the room. Bae shivered as she looked at it, remembering lying before Jabba’s belly mere hours ago, her scantily clad form draped across the pillows while Jabba’s tail pestered her by slinking across her legs or coiling around her thighs. She rubbed at the collar still fastened to her throat, her chain clinking. She shuddered, remembering how Jabba had used the chain-leash to tame her and bend her to his will, strangling her with her own chain if she dared to resist him. He had told she’d appreciate him. Bae was glad she had gathered the courage to kill the loathsome Hutt but she didn’t know if she’d ever get over the trauma of being a Hutt slavegirl…

They approached the alcove, Bae shivering as she remembered hearing Jabba’s terrible laugh and the curtain peeling open to to reveal the Hutt and his cohorts. Worst yet, the alcove where Kronii had hung, in her slab of carbonite, was empty.

Bae went white and her tail lashed in stress and agitation. “W-where is she?!” She cried, looking at the other girls for answers. Cecilia and Gura activated their scanners but found no trace of Kronii’s biological signature. Calli did a survey of the room and found the metal was still hot, signaling Kronii’s slab had been recently freed from the alcove. Calli looked at IRyS and shook her head silently, pursing her looks with a knowing look.

Kronii’s carbonite prison had been taken. She was gone.

“...She’s gone,” IRyS whispered, putting an arm around Bae to comfort the rat princess. “Jabba’s remaining henchmen must have taken her with their boss gone. Maybe to sell, maybe as a trophy, I don’t know. But we’ll find her. I swear that…now come on. Let’s leave this filthy planet.”

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The Millennium Falcon flew through space, heading to meet up with the Rebel Fleet. As Calli and Mumei flew the ship and Cecilia and Gura powered down to recharge themselves, Bae and IRyS sat together in IRyS’s cabin. Bae lay slumped against the floor, her skirts pooling around her, her metal bikini catching the overhead light of the cabin room. IRyS sat on the couch nearby, trying to keep her eyes off Bae’s cleavage, belly, legs…everything…while Bae confided in her.

“All my life I’ve been so confident…” Bae moaned as she rubbed her hands across her tired eyes. “I felt like I could take on the entire Galaxy! But my reckless actions almost ruined everything. You told me to wait, I didn’t listen, I got captured, and now Kronii is gone…its all my fault, IRyS. All my fault.”

“Its not your fault, Bae,” IRyS whispered gently, crossing one black clad leg over the other. Her voice was soothing and calm, using the Force to try and calm Bae. “Jabba did this, not you. And we’ll find Kronii. We found her once, we can do it again.”

Bae squeezed her eyes shut, fighting back tears. “That’s not true,” She said, choking on her words. “If I had just listened to your plan, everything would’ve been fine! Then you had to rescue me and the androids and Mumei…and in the confusion, someone stole Kronii’s slab. Who knows what they’re going to do with it? Face it, IRyS, I’m worthless…”

“You are not worthless, you’re one of the strongest women I know!” IRyS countered, moving down from the couch. She sat down in front of Bae and grasped her hands. Bae reluctantly allowed herself to be guided up and their faces were now nose to nose. Bae fought down a blush herself, feeling unworthy now to be in IRyS’s presence. “You’re intelligence, strong, and cute and-”

“C-cute?!” Bae squeaked, her ears flaring up in shock as her cheeks turned red. IRyS gulped and ran her fingers across her throat. The two women stared at each other, both flustered. IRyS managed to regain her voice first, coughing as she said, awkwardly,

“Cute, yes. I mean…” She bit her lip and laughed. “We’ve known for a while we…like each other, right? And if nothing else, having you cling to me in that outfit while swinging from the sail barge is an experience I’ll remember forever.”

“IRyS!” Bae squeaked again, laughing as she clasped her hand to her chest, her chain rattling and gasping with shock and some relief. “That’s…I mean…” She swallowed and forced a little grin. “...Well, maybe not just for you. You were pretty cool back there. Saving me and all. And maybe…I think you’re cute too.”

IRyS grinned boldly. She reached out and snagged a handful of Bae’s chain. Bae gave an eep as IRyS tugged her close and IRyS whispered, jokingly, “Maybe keep that outfit. I promise I can be a better master than Jabba ever was.”

“IRyS!!!!” Bae’s cry was her most flustered yet. She was silenced as IRyS’s lips met her own. The sound of rattling and giggling echoed from behind IRyS’s door. Outside, it switched from unlocked to locked. The Millennium Falcon roared across the stars, beginning the search for Kronii as IRyS and Bae comforted each other, in their own way. And the Jedi got herself a reward for saving the day.

Jabba groaned with relish and pleasure as his slaves piled onto the throne to join his obese form. The crowd of the sail barge crowded together, forming a ring of bodies around Jabba’s hulking, slimy form. They moved with such haste that smaller aliens such as Jawas and serving droids were bowled over, hastily trodden over in the small stampede of limbs. They all wanted to watch the show, the promise of a Hutt orgy always a never miss event in Jabba’s company.

Jabba thrusted his tail forward. He went right for the one who wanted it most: Tali’Zorah. The Quarian squealed in delight as Jabba’s tail slithered inside her tight snatch for the second time in so many hours. Jabba began to brutally pump inside her, his tail once again bringing tail to the brink of ecstasy. She cried out in delight, riding his tail like a beast, her smaller form thrown this way and that, Tali’s senses becoming a whirlwind of pleasure and desire.

As Jabba rammed his tail inside Tali and fucked her mercilessly, Jack grabbed Liara by the arm and shoved her against Jabba’s side. Jack grinned sadistically as she pinned Liara against Jabba’s body with a slimy squelch of flesh-on-flesh, the poor Asari crying out in disgust as she was pressed hard into layers of compact, bloated, warted flesh. She sputtered, choking on slimy secretions, her blue body stained the most foul green. She tried to squirm away on instinct, always disgusted to be mashed against Jabba’s foul body even with her shattered, broken mind but Jack kept a firm grip on her and held her fast. Jabba’s free hand glided over to them, Jabba easily able to divide his attention between the five some in this makeshift orgy with his superior Hutt brain. 

He gave Jack’s ass a SLAP, her tattooed cheeks jiggling from the blow. Jack laughed in delight, chuckling and howling at the attention bestowed upon her by her foul master. His tongue slithered forward, Liara moaning in horror as the Hutt’s great tongue lapped at her blue, freckled cheeks. Jabba moaned at the soft taste of her flesh before his tongue coiled around her head. Liara’s cries were muffled, stifled beneath several layers of slimy muscle as Jabba’s tongue wrapped her head in compact slimy layers of his massive appendage. He yanked her head forward, Liara giving a muffled scream as his massive maw opened, his massive lips chomping down on her head. Jabba purred in delight, loving the sensation of her squirming inside his mouth, her head fully engulfed in his maw, his tongue holding her steady.

The court laughed at the helpless Asari. Jack slapped her thick blue bottom, the SLAP echoing through the room and cried, “Anyone up for fried Asari?! Jabba’s getting first taste!!!” Her cruel voice echoed through the room, only adding to Liara’s humiliation as Jabba chewed on her like a snack.

He continued to fuck Tali all the while, Tali squealing out cries of “Yes yes yes yes ohhhh master-!” as she was impaled on the Hutt’s grotesque tail. She bounced up and down upon his mighty appendage, her tits jiggling, her hair a flustered mess, her head craning upward as she reached once again for the ecstasy she so craved at the foul Hutt’s touch. The court whooped and hollered, her screams of arousal turning them all on.

The orgy continued as Jabba continued to fuck Tali and chewed on Liara while he slapped at Jack’s ass, her cheeks turning red before his repeated blows to her buttocks. Meanwhile, Jabba seized both Miranda and Shepard around their waists and shoved them together. Miranda knew, of course, what her master desired. She shoved her body against Shepard’s, her pregnant belly meeting Shepard’s flat, muscled one and leaned forward. She peppered light kisses along Shepard’s collared throat, staining the cool golden durasteel with black lipstick marks from her slutty lips. Shepard shivered at her touch, more than used to these sessions by now with the former Cerberus operative, but she always found herself helpless nonetheless before Miranda Lawson’s skilled touch.

Miranda ran her hands along Shepard’s hips and seized her nails into Shepard’s thighs, provoking a compact moan from the commander. Miranda grinned, Shepard’s cry music to her ears, and amidst the chaos of the orgy, focused solely on the former Alliance operative. Miranda’s dainty fingers unclipped Shepard’s skirt plates, which fell away from Shepard’s body and landing in a tangle of fabric and metal on Jabba’s cushions. Shepard’s cunt was revealed and Miranda licked her lips in delight. She raised her fingers, stroking at the sides of Shepard’s large breasts, grinding her half-naked form against Shepard’s own. Then she shoved her fingers inside the commander and was pleased to hear her scream of delight.

Shepard’s eyes fluttered and her head rolled as she moaned and writhed under the skilled touch of the former Cerberus agent. Miranda was perfect, as always, her skill without comparison. She fingered Shepard and Shepard was soon reduced to a quivering mess under her touch. But that was just the warmup. Miranda Lawson slithered down Shepard’s front, kissing her breasts and belly before reaching her cunt. She took a whiff, drinking of the fumes from the enslaved commander before inserting her tongue inside the captive woman. She shoved it into Shepard and began to swirl it, swish it, licking Shepard inside and out with her perfect touch.

Shepard couldn’t hold it in. She collapsed onto the pillows at the base of Jabba’s belly, squealing and moaning, as Miranda continued to eat her out between the commander’s thrashing legs. Jabba watched, most aroused by everything around him. He could feel Liara in his mouth. He squeezed Jack’s thick tattooed ass under his fat fingers. He buried his tail deep inside Tali. He groaned in relish as he watched Miranda Lawson play with Commander Shepard. There were his girls. And he craned his bloated head upwards, a groan of relish escaping his lips. He sprayed noxious spittle everywhere, showering the girls around him in his spittle. And he felt himself about to cum, his tail swelling to its apex inside Tali’Zorah’s thrashing form.
Jabba pulled it free, Tali gasping in disappointment. But Jabba raised his tail, pointing it at the girls around him. He spat out Liara, who came free slathered with slime and drool. His tail swelled to its max before he unloaded his cum. Like a hose he sprayed all his girls. He showered Shepard and Miranda’s conjoined bodies. He sprayed Tali full in the face and she eagerly lapped up his seed. He sprayed Liara and Jack too, painting them both a most lovely white. All five girls stood before him now, painted in his cum. Painted in the seed off the Hutt.

“Ahhh…” Jabba lounged back in his seat, his gelatinous rolls of fat squelching and oozing over each other. He licked his great chops and gestured at the assorted women. “Thank you, my pets. You’ve made your master VERY happy tonight…”

Jack, Liara, and Tali all bowed before their master, while Miranda continued to eat out Shepard. Jabba ordered wine and food to be brought to him as he settled back on his cushions, listening to the sound of the wind mixing with the smutty tunes of the Max Rebo band. As his girls cuddled against him, joining their master in watch the show of Miranda eating out Commander Shepard, Jabba sighed and took a great swig of his wine. Truly…what more could a Hutt ask for?

That night.

Usually, Jabba held his celebrations and parties within his palace walls. Most nights were some sort of entertainment, as Jabba demanded as such after long days of debauchery and criminal dealings. But tonight, Jabba was feeling in a special mood and as such, ordered his underlings to prepare his pleasure barge, the Khetanna, for an excursion. A few hours after fucking Tali’Zorah in front of his entire court, Jabba and his slavegirls boarded the sail barge along with his crew of guards and the sail barge set across the desert sands. Under the cover of night, Tatooine looked quite beautiful, with the heat of the day banished for the coolness of the night. The dunes of the endless sandy landscape seemed to rise like the waves of the ocean, the golden sand glimmering an almost ethereal color under the cool rays of the moon.

The sail barge rumbled across the Dune Sea, announcing its presence in Jabba’s usual decadent and brash fashion, disturbing the tranquil peace of the desert night. The music filtering from the barge was a brassy big band style number, something most sentients would cringe at the sound of but which Jabba loved and the Max Rebo band played dutifully for their depraved master. 
Inside the barge the assorted scum of Jabba’s court mingled through the space. The shutters had been opened to let the cool air of the desert night filter in and some of the lowlife gangsters stood at the windows, talking and drinking as they watched the rolling dunes of the endless desert pass them by. Serving droids swiveled underfoot, bearing trays laden with foot and drink. Gangsters snatched up drinks greedily from the serving droids, some of the crueler ones giving the poor robots a swift kick as they passed, provoking laughter from their fellows.

At the center of the barge, the entertainment had begun. Jabba had traded his dais for an enormous cushion, which supported his great bulk as his throne did. A pile of cushions and blankets had been arranged before his doughy belly, on which Shepard lay. The beautiful former Spectre and N7 Alliance Commander lay on her side, her crimson lashaa skirts flowing over the pile of cushions. Jabba admired her smooth, muscled backside, teasing her slightly by stroking her muscled thigh with his tail. Shepard gave no visible reaction, her chain running taunt behind her as she looked at the dance floor, which was illuminated with spotlights and where three other girls were dancing for Jabba’s pleasure.

Jack, Liara, and Tali were dancing together on the dance floor, their beautiful bodies bouncing in tandem. Tali had been freshly bathed and watched, a most pleasurable experience for the hypersensitive Quarian female. Her soft skin and long flowing purple hair practically glowed in the spotlights, her glowing, piercing eyes also shimmering. She was an untrained, clumsy dancer, but wiggled her arms and shook her hips as best she could, trying to remember the sultry moves she had seen the Asari strippers do in Chora’s Den on the Citadel.

Tali was in the center of the trio. Jack and Liara were far more experienced, having served in Jabba’s harem for longer. They twirled and danced, Jack’s moves heated and hyper sexualized, matching the aggression of the broken biotic. Liara was slower, more graceful, and blushed in disgust with each shake of her ass or thrust of her jiggling blue boobs she forced herself to do. Their moves certainly pleased the men, who hooted and hollered, waving credits at the girls like they were common strippers to entice them further.

Jack smirked, showing her teeth in a cruel grin, before sauntering forward and grabbing one overeager Rodian by the vest. She yanked him close, her teeth bared inches from his snout and growled lustfully, “Hey there, big boy. You really want a go with me? Think you can handle me?”

“Y-yeah!” The Rodian said bravely, having consumed too much alcohol to know trying to get with any of Jabba’s personal slaves was a bad idea. Especially one as twisted and demented as Jack. “I’ve got plenty right down here for you, babe…” He grunted, clumsily groping at his crotch. His friends laughed, slapping each other on the shoulders. Jack grinned and then hissed through her rueful grin,

“Oh yeah? You sure? Cause I think they just got POPPED!”

Jack proceeded to knee the Rodian in the groin. Hard. His compound black eyes opened in shock and he gave a high pitched squeal as Jack’s knee crushed in his balls. His fellow men went ‘oooh-’, some of them laughing while others rubbed their own groins in sympathy, sharing the pain. Jack shoved the Rodian, hard, and he went spilling backwards into the crowd. No one caught him and he hit the floor hard, groaning as he clutched his balls. The other gangsters laughed, dumping their drinks on his head as they cackled and mocked the poor idiot.

Liara clutched one hand to her lips, giving a quiet ‘ooh!’ of surprise. She wished she were that brave to stand up to Jabba and his goons but she had the feeling if she dared try anything like that, Jabba would punish her. He gave Jack a lot of leeway because he found her antics amusing but she doubted the same would apply to her and the other girls.

Jack winked at the crowd and sauntered back to the dance floor, sultrily flowing back into step next to Tali and Liara. Tali spun her arms side by side over her arms, mimicking the motion of snakes, her long hair swishing and bouncing as she thrusted her bare belly and breasts at Jabba, her breasts straining the fabric of her purple top. The air stung her nostrils, making her feel lightheaded and tipsy but in a good, pleasurable way. She had to admit, this place…maybe it wasn’t so bad? The sensations, the sounds, she had though them all hideous at first but after being stripped of her suit, she was beginning to…like them? Her master especially. She looked at him now not with fear but a certain, trembling, guilty pleasure. She wanted his tail inside her again. She wanted him to crush her breasts with his big bloated hands. She wanted his tongue to ravage her. She wanted him, god she wanted that bloated slug to fuck her again. Was she mad? Had this place driven her insane? Quite possibly but Tali knew what she felt was real. She couldn’t deny the desire within her. Jabba had shown her a new world of pleasure and she was addicted to it. She needed him again. And perhaps the only way to do that was to be his loyal sex slave.

The brass music of the Max Rebo band pulsated louder and Tali answered to the beat. She spun and twirled, feeling sexy and empowered despite being in a court of gangsters who wanted to defile and rape her. She felt…free? Free, yes. After a lifetime of being at the behest of others, at giving everything she had to the Migrant Fleet, at being confined inside a suit and unable to experience the full majesty of the Galaxy, of being treated like a second class citizen across all civilized worlds, now she was here. Admired and loved. Pleasured by every sight and sound, living on the edge of ecstasy at all times. It was wonderful. Maybe this was where she belonged.

Maybe the life of a slave wasn’t so bad.

Miranda Lawson watched from the shadows, leaning against the wall and stroking her belly, feeling the child of the Hutt growing within her. She admired the sultry moves of Jack, Liara, and Tali as they pranced side by side. She ran her black manicured fingers across the hem of her engorged belly. Truly the master had it all. Wealth. Power. Fame. Influence. Women. And soon, a child. Born of her perfect genes, she would deliver Jabba the greatest gift of all. And she would make sure all the other girls treated him like the king she knew him to be.

The Max Rebo band came to an end with a screeching of tunes. Tali, Jack, and Liara all struck sexy poses, Jack blowing mock kisses to the audience, Liara huffing and puffing for breath, while Tali was gasping in delight, high off the drugs in the air and her own exertion from the dance. Jabba’s tail flopped and wiggled beside Shepard before he tugged at her chain, yanking Shepard back and making her flop against his great belly. As the scantily clad enslaved Commander sank into his great gut, Jabba raised a hand for silence and the entire barge went instantly silent. Even the serving droids paused. The only sound now was the whistle of the wind filtering through the open shutters and the rumbling of the sail barge’s engines.

“And now…” Jabba rumbled, licking his fat warty lips with his oversized slimy tongue. “The highlight of the evening…for me. Ho ho ho! Come to me, my slaves!” He rumbled, waving one chubby arm at his corpulent body. “Come and pleasure your master.”

“Get going, girls!” Jack laughed, shoving Tali and Liara forward. Tali practically scurried forward, ready and willing to serve her master again. Liara obeyed but far more timidly, showing great fear and trepidation as she tiptoed toward her obese master. Jack laughed and crawled forward, shaking her tattooed ass eagerly. And Miranda Lawson glided from the shadows, swaying her hips teasingly as she approached the mighty Jabba. Shepard watched as all four girls climbed onto Jabba’s cushioned throne to join her, all pressing themselves against Jabba, all five of Jabba’s slaves at his side. Human, enhanced humans, Asari, and Quarian.

The perfect collection for the highlight of the evening: a Hutt orgy.

Jabba’s huge tail thrusted forward and buried itself inside of Tali’Zorah. Tali gave a shrill squeal as Jabba’s slick, slimy appendage buried itself inside of her. She twisted forward, grabbing onto chunks of fat to steady herself. Pain flooded her senses, replaced quickly by the sensation of pleasure. Tali had never been intimate with anyone before and the sensation of Jabba’s fat tail inside of her was a completely new experience. She gasped, her eyes rolling back inside her head, her head flooding with endorphins of unwanted pleasure. She moaned, her moan of pleasure practically music to Jabba’s filthy ears.

Jabba smugly grinned, drool escaping his fetid maw as he buried his tail inside the Quarian’s tight snatch. She was wonderful, euphoria flooding his senses as he fucked her mercilessly. Tali’s breasts bounced inside the meager garment of her purple silken bra, her hair jerking up and down in tandem as Jabba continued to fuck her. His tail filled her completely, the sensation of it overwhelming. But Tali was not disliking this. On the contrary, this sensation, this new sensation, was filling her to the brim with pleasure. Tali had never been intimate with anyone before, Quarian or otherwise. But now…

Now, she was experiencing sex for the first time. Her first taste of pleasure after being confined for years in her suit, deprived of touch. Her body had been starved for it. And now it was upon her, akin to a bounty of water being thrust upon a man lost in the desert. She felt like she was dancing on the precipice of an entirely new experience. Her mind exploded with fireworks, every nerve across her body thundering with pleasure and pain, mixing into an explosive whole. Sweat stung her flesh. Her breasts bounced together, the soft splat of flesh meeting flesh echoing. Her nipples were hard. And the sensation of Jabba’s tail wiggling inside of her was the most wonderful sensation she had ever felt.

Tali’Zorah was in rapture. Utterly, unwilling rapture.

But rapture nonetheless at the hands of Jabba the Hutt.

She bucked on Jabba’s tail, her overstimulation making her putty at Jabba’s touch. With a flick of his enormous appendage, Jabba drew her into his embrace once again, fucking her all the while with his vile tail. She was crushed against his embrace again, her skin crawling with disgust as she was smashed up against slimy, compact layers of fat. The beautiful Quarian’s cheeks turned a lime green, almost matching the texture of Jabba’s warted skin, her feelings of ecstasy mixing with disgust and horror and revulsion. Was this what it meant to be a slave to Jabba? To be at the mercy of pleasure and disgust at all once? To hate what was happening to her, yet love it at the same time?

Her mind was a cloud of emotions as Jabba pawed at her. His smooth fingers traced patterns over her smooth skin, rubbery fat fingers stroking across her bare body. Even this simple touch made Tali cry out in delight, for her soft skin was still so sensitive to the touch and Jabba, the centuries old Hutt that he was, knew just where to poke and prod at humanoid females to get the best reaction out of them, even if he had never fucked a Quarian before.

He ceased his stroke and pawing at her, getting more rough. He grabbed her breasts with both hands, her perky breasts practically engulfed by his fat fingers. Tali squealed then screamed in shock and pleasure as Jabba squeezed them, feeling their softness and her hard nipples pressing against the inside of his bloated palms. Jabba’s tail fucked her all the while, as the audience watched on, not missing how Tali’s cries seemed to be sounding genuinely pleasured rather than in anguish or horror.

“You are mine,” Jabba cooed in Tali’s face, drowning her senses in his poisoned breath once again. He pulled at her nipples, twisting them in his hands. Tali cried out, feeling something building inside of her, her sensitive body at its limits. An orgasm was building. She moaned, leaning further into Jabba’s touch, the unfamiliar sensations alien to her but she was addicted to them. The touch starved Quarian was addicted to Jabba’s rank touch. His skill at pleasure was too much for her. “You belong to me.”

“Y-yes…” Tali cried out, half willing, half against her will through chattering, trembling teeth. Her orgasm continued to build, pre-cum leaking across the length of Jabba’s tail as it continued to fuck her. She couldn’t believe what she was saying but nonetheless, the words came free from her lips, mingling with genuine moans of adoring pleasure. She was helpless before the slug tyrant’s will. Helpless before his expert touch. She hated him. She loved him.

Hated him.

Loved him.

Hated him!

Loved him!

Hate! Love! Hate! Love!

They were one and the same as Tali orgasmed. Her first orgasm in her life. The Quarian’s scream of ecstasy echoed through the entire palace, carried through multiple passages and corridors to signal that her virginity had been taken by Jabba. She collapsed on his nail, covered in sweat, leaking fluids everywhere, her nipples hard and engorged. She gasped, choking, sweating, before Jabba pulled his tail free of her body with a POP. She collapsed onto the dais amongst his pillows, moaning in delight as she buried herself in their soft embrace. She was a quivering mess of a Quarian now, gasping as she came down from her high of pleasure, craving more of Jabba’s touch even as the implications of what had happened began to sink in.

“Damn master,” Jack purred from the side of the dais, running her manicured fingers across the opening of her cunt. “That was fucking hot.”

Jabba waved an arm and barked at his girls. “Take her to the harem and clean her up. I intend to celebrate tonight and all of YOU shall be the stars of this occasion, to entertain me and please me! Ho ho ho!”

“UGH!”

Tali’s cry of disgust at the sight of Jabba’s huge tongue emerging echoed through the room, her eyes widening in shock, horror, and disgust, which made her beautiful features even more sexually appealing to the revolting Hutt. Her accent only added to her appeal, making her cry of disgust sound even better to Jabba’s loathsome ears. The Hutt’s foul tongue struck forward, Tali looking at it with abject revolution. She didn’t want that thing to touch her, not in the slightest, and cried out,

“Get that THING away from me, you debased slug-!”

Her words of protest were to no avail. Jabba’s fat tongue sloshed across her face, drowning Tali’s words in his great expanse of the slimy appendage. Tali’s nerves fell like they were set ablaze by the touch of the vile thing as it slapped against her face, oozing across her nubile throat, tracing the patterns of her Quarian tattoos, before slithering further upwards, licking her entire face top to bottom, painting her with an expanse of slime and filth straight from Jabba’s cavernous maw. Jabba lapped at her eagerly, her skin the softest, the purest he had ever felt. It was everything he had dreamed of, fantasized about, and the fact that he was the first one to caress her with his filthy appendage only egged Jabba on further, making him lap at Tali’s face like a dog in heat.

Tali squealed and screamed as Jabba’s foul appendage caressed her skin. She felt like she was drowning in the most foul swamp ever conceived, her senses choking on toxic fumes and her skin being ravaged by the slimy tongue that Jabba possessed. It was wet and thick and huge and absolutely overwhelming. Every smack of it against her soft, untouched flesh that had been contained inside her suit for years and years sent shockwaves through her body. It was the ultimate combination of pure, visceral disgust given form and Tali was more at the mercy than the other girls of its unwanted caresses thanks to how sensitive she was to physical touch. Her cries of anguish echoed through the throne room, the courtiers laughing at her misery, Jack’s mocking cries the loudest of all.

Finally, Jabba gave her some slack. His putrid tongue slithered away from her beautiful face. Tali’s lovely features were dripping green at this point, the slime from Jabba’s tongue slobbered all over her, slick droplets of rotund ooze dripping off her like raindrops after a storm, showered the pillows and blankets about her in a swampy mess like had the resemblance to a plunge in a sewer. Tali sputtered, spitting and coughing, choking on Jabba’s rank stench and the foul taste of slime alike. She gagged, making a wrenching noise, and cried, “You…you disgusting pervert…!” There were much better, more colorful insults Tali could have easily conjured but she was overwhelmed by everything that was happening to her, her mind swimming from an overload of sensations in all directions. So her attempt at defiance came across as utterly pathetic. Jabba laughed, amused and aroused by her continual attempts to resist him. He did love a feisty woman. All the more fun to tame and torment, to make his unwilling pet.

“Ho ho ho! Such a fiery tongue…” Jabba cooed deeply, stroking Tali’s beautiful length of hair. She blanched at his touch, making a desperate attempt to wriggle away from those probing fat fingers but the Gamorrean held her firm, keeping her pressed against the bloated form of her captor. Tali thrashed and squirmed, only adding to Jabba’s pleasure as her soft skin wiggled and rippled against Jabba’s corpulent hide. His tail spasmed in pleasure, thumping against her bare feet beside her. Jack and Shepard watched as spectators to this depraved show. The sound of their bodies mingling together echoed through the room, the grinding slimy squelches of Tali’s soft skin rubbing all over Jabba’s own, the rubbery spasm of Jabba’s wiggling tail all mingling together of a cacophony of flesh and intermingling fat and flesh.

“Ahh….” Jabba breathed heavily before he suddenly grabbed Tali’s thighs. She yelped, not used to being so manhandled. Jabba was stronger than he appeared and easily yanked her upwards, fat digits coiling around her thighs, squeezing her skin hard enough to make her shriek. She slapped at his hands, trying to claw at them desperately, feeling the sheer anguish of Jabba’s fat hands sinking into her soft skin.

“What are you doing-” She cried in desperation, as Jabba licked his chops, drool spilling from his rotund, warty chops, a waterfall of slime spilling from his chops to fester upon his rolls of jiggling fat. She cried out in horror as Jabba forced her legs open. Her eyes widened, her heart rate going wild as she realized Jabba’s vile intentions. He licked his chops, his rancid tongue swiping back and forth, his eyes pulsating with lust and greed. Tali’s innocent screams only egged him on, Jabba groaning with relish to make her his, to be the first one to ravage the beautiful Quarian. His tail rose from the dais, lifting up Tali’s purple skirts to reveal her virgin cunt to his eyes. 

It was soft, tight, and tender. Unclaimed. Unblemished by the world.

Beautiful.

Jabba would fix that.

Jabba looked into her eyes. He drooled over himself. His tongue slurped over his foul lips.

His tail probed forward. Slithering. Inch by inch under her purple skirts, ready to bury itself between her thighs.

Jabba wiggled in desire, his tail flopping and twitching in front of the lips of her vagina. Tali froze, the sensation of Jabba’s tail twitching before her vaginal lips sending tremors through her body. She stared at the sheer girth of the Hutt’s tail. He couldn’t mean to thrust that inside her. Surely not…

Surely not?

Jabba’s tail raised before her cunt, poisoned to strike like a snake. Jabba deliberately paused, ready to bury itself in her, deliberately drawing out the moment. Deliberately letting the fear sink into Tali as she saw her fate before him. Jabba licked his chops, a groan of deep lustful hunger rumbling inside him.

“Fuck her, master!” Jack cried, thrusting her fists skyward. “FUCK THAT QUARIAN BITCH!”

Tali tried to beg, for mercy, for the first time in her life. But there was no mercy to be found here, in Jabba’s Palace, before the terrible Jabba the Hutt.

Jabba smiled darkly. He thrusted his tail forward and-

Jabba inclined his blob-like head to one of the myriad hallways along the side of the throne, his reptilian eyes glinting with lust as he licked his chops, painting his rubbery, warty lips with a fresh helping of glistening slimy drool as he heard the sounds of a struggle echoing down the corridor. His tail thumped, wiggling beside Shepard’s outstretched muscled thighs, still throbbing with lust and need after Liara’s unfinished blowjob. Liara lay in the coil of his tail, looking toward the sounds with a frightened expression, while Jack sat propped on Jabba’s upper bulk, grinding her tattooed behind into the layers of compact fat she sat upon. Miranda gave that little subtle smirk of hers, laced with mischief and intelligence. Shepard just lay before Jabba’s belly on her array of pillows, her red lashaa skirts flowing off the dais’s edge. Jabba toyed with the links of her chain in anticipation, mummers and whispers echoing through his foul court until, out of the shadows, Tali emerged.

She was shoved roughly into the decadent court, pushed forward roughly by a Gamorrean guard, their stomping feet announcing her presence. Doctor Raato’Liras moved beside her. Jabba’s eyes widened with a guttural grunt of confirmation, for Tali was garbed in a skimpy slavegirl uniform, dressed now in an outfit suited to Jabba’s tastes. And what a lovely costume it was!

She was dressed in a purple custom slavegirl uniform, the colors chosen to match the purple hue of her protective suit. She wore a low cut top which dangled with golden beads and jewels, which jiggled and rattled every time she moved. Purple skirts, similar but ultimately shorter than Shepard’s own, flowed around her thick ass and between her legs, offering a lovely look at her wide hips and thighs. Her nails were painted purple as well, with her hair combed and freshly watched. She shivered in distress, her body hyper sensitive to every aspect of the environment she had been exposed to. The cool wind of the throne room filtered over her body, making her nipples hard and swollen. The noxious smell of spice and ale and other drugs pilfering through the air making her head positively swim. The cool metal of the floor on her bare feet sent sensations through her body, making her shudder and twisting. She felt sick as she breathed the foul air, a contrast to the sterile air she was used to through her filtration mask. She looked around, hyper aware of every physical simulation poking and prodding at her, her skin comparable to a virgin’s own, being exposed to the environment around her for the first time.

All her life Tali had wished for this, to be able to exist normally in the environments of other species. And now that she had been granted her wish, it had manifested in the darkest way possible.

The Gamorrean guard shoved her forward, Tali trembling in distress as she was shoved through the ranks of the slimy, perverted aliens. Rank tentacles and grubby webbed fingers lunged at her, all wanting a taste of the supple Quarian revealed to them. Tali squealed at their touch, her sensitive skin practically exploding with disgust as slimy tentacles and other foul appendages managed to cop feels of her lovely feeling. Struggling and squirming, her mind overwhelmed by a thousand new sensations, Tali was dragged to come before Jabba’s dais, covered in a curtain of sweat and panting hard, her throat dry and her senses totally overwhelmed. She managed to raise her head, her nose wrinkling as she finally inhaled a whiff of Jabba’s scent.

How utterly putrid. Tali’s stomach rolled as she gagged on the visceral stench permeating from the slug tyrant. Her stomach rolled, some nutrients of food she had swallowed threatening to come up, the noxious scent of the Hutt burning her nostrils and she choked on the fumes that she was forced to breathe in his disgusting, rancid presence. She tried to take a step back, to distance herself from the disgusting smell of the slug tyrant but the Gamorrean guard stopped her, meaty green hands seizing her by the shoulders and keeping her in place, the meaty touch of the Gamorrean’s callused fingers on Tali’s soft shoulders provoking another muffled cry from her. She gulped, tasting the salty burn of her own sweat as she was forced to look at Jabba, unintentionally shoving her chest in the gangster’s direction. Her heat was racing fast and Tali felt small, helpless, beneath the tyrant’s gaze. She wondered if this was how he had broken in the other girls, by demeaning them, stripping them, and overwhelming them with his sheer disgusting persona.

Jabba laughed as she look in Tali’s new appearance, his filthy eyes roaming her scantily clad form, admiring her soft, milky flesh, untouched, unravaged by anyone else. No others had ever claimed this beautiful Quarian. She had been locked away from the world, from sex and sensation itself inside her protective suit. His booming laugh, a sign of his impending triumph, echoed through the palace room as the doctor stepped to Jabba’s side. Raato’Liras’s mask blinked to signal him talking, Jabba relaxing and stroking Shepard’s fiery red hair as he turned his attention to the doctor.

“Ugh, another speech from the egghead?” Jack whined as she leaned herself across the upper bulk of Jabba’s tail, yawning exaggeratedly. “Can anyone say fucking BORING?!”

Raato’Liras ignored Jack, more than used to receiving insults from the broken biotic by this point. After a time, she seemed to fade into the scenery, becoming a mere part of the environment like all else in Jabba’s throne room. Ultimately, only Jabba himself mattered to the doctor now, being his employer and the one who held the doctor’s life in his slimy grip.

“Good morning, my lord,” Raato’Liras gestured at Tali. “I’ll skip the pleasantries. As you can see, we’ve managed to present the Quarian female to you. She has been injected with numerous stimulants to boost her immune system. She is not immune, exactly, to the outside world but she is far more likely to survive. She’ll need regular injections every twelve hours to keep her immune system at acceptable levels. But for now, she can exist in this environment and be…” The doctor paused as he chose his words carefully. “...subjected to whatever whims you wish, my lord.”

“Good, good!” Jabba gave Miranda a nudge and the former Cerberus operative rose off the throne, graceful and stunningly beautiful as always, even while heavily pregnant with Jabba’s seed. Jabba pointed one fat finger at Raato’Liras, jerking Shepard around by the chain as he spoke, the rattling links punctuating every word from his vile lips. “Now, take my concubine and give her the usual checkup. I want to see my child developing well!”

The doctor nodded and Miranda fluttered her eyes at him as she let the Quarian gently take her hand. Dozens of goons and thugs admire the sway of Miranda’s thick ass as she exited the audience chamber, groaning inwardly, all desiring her but all knowing she was Jabba’s favored whore and unable to so much as touch her without severe consequences. They contented themselves with admiring her from afar, nursing hard ons and erections as they sipped their ales or snorted spice.

Jabba’s tail thumped the dais as he turned his full attention back to Tali. Tali wilted as he beckoned one fat hand as his corpulent body, his tail thumping beside Liara as he groaned with relish, “Bring her. To ME.”

Tali tried to resist. She truly did. She kicked and thrashed, fighting against both her own fear and the sensations tormenting her body that made her hypersensitive to all facets of the environment. She did NOT want to join Jabba on his dais, already overwhelmed just from his stink alone. But the Gamorrean was far stronger than and shoved the squirming Quarian forward. Jack cackled, enjoying Tali’s torment, licking her lips with relish at seeing another Quarian about to be broken in.

“My father…ugh!” Tali said, making a valiant effort to speak as she struggled in the Gamorrean’s grip, difficult to even speak as her hypersensitive senses choked on Jabba’s rancid smell, which only got worse as she was forced near and nearer to him. Jabba groaned with lust, eager to tame another feisty beauty that thought to dare resist his power, his lust, his dominance. “My father is on the Admiral Board of the Migrant Fleet! When he gets word of what you’ve done to me-!”

The Gamorrean shoved Tali forward. Shepard moved aside to make room for the latest arrival to Jabba’s dais. Jack let loose another cackle of sadistic laughter, while Liara turned her head away, moaning to herself, “Ohhh…I can’t bear to watch this…” Tali shuddered as her bare feet slid across the pillows and blankets piled before the obese Hutt’s belly, the touch of them too soft for her liking. She nearly slipped on a tumble of blankets but was shoved rudely forward by the Gamorrean. The moment she had been dreading arrived. She was shoved right into Jabba, forced against his overwhelming, slimy girth. She squealed in horror, as his mountain of jiggling, blubbery fat mashed into her own lithe body, as if threatening to consume her whole. It was like being forced to wade through a swamp, slimy clinging to her naked skin, drowning her in sticky, slimy, creeping sensations that oozed across her whole body, wet, slick, rancid, disgusting. Tali’s beautiful face was shoved next to Jabba’s own, forced to bear the full brunt of his toxic, poison breath. She gurgled, choked on the fumes permeating from his decrepit maw, Jack’s laughter continuing to ring harshly in her ears. Jabba leaned forward, Tali overwhelmed from his voice, his mere touch. She felt like her very nerves were drowning in his fat, his slimy embrace threatening to consume her, as he shoved his grotesque face within inches of her own, the beautiful Quarian forced to practically straddle the slug who had captured her.

“Oh…I’m SURE.” Jabba said mockingly, his booming voice splattering Tali’s face with flecks of drool, briefly deafening her from the proximity to his baritone words. Wasting no time to satisfy his lust, to finally act on what he had desired since he had caught Tali on his junker, Jabba opened his mouth. Foul beast that he was, his enormous slimy tongue slithered forward to give Tali her first kiss, to welcome her to her new life of slavery of with her first Hutt Kiss.

While Doctor Raato’Liras began work on increasing Tali’s immune system in order for her to become one of Jabba’s sex slaves, Jabba the Hutt returned to his throne room. His other girls: Miranda, Jack, Shepard, and Liara were returned to her, all freshly bathed and sprayed with fresh polish and shampoo to make them smell positively heavenly. His lust already at the breaking point from seeing Tali’s nude figure revealed to him after the doctor had peeled her free from the tight confines of her protective suit, Jabba ordered his four women into his arms, with a small orgy beginning between the Hutt and his slavegirls.

Jabba loomed large on his dais, his guttural groans of pleasure echoing through his court room. His court of depraved aliens watched the little show from the shadows, sipping ale and nursing bulging hard ons as they watched tonight’s entertainment. The sight of a Hutt fucking humanoid females was a sight most rare beyond the halls of this palace. In fact, most Hutts considered the very act depraved and disgusting, making Jabba something of a pariah among his own race despite the respect and fear he commanded in turn. But here, the sight of beautiful women being ravaged by the slug-like alien was a sight that was very common, almost a daily occurrence due to Jabba’s virtually unlimited lust. It was a sight that was hypnotic. Disgusting, horrific, and yet, undeniably erotic. So, the shows had become a highlight of the palace, the highlight when the mood struck Jabba, sparking admiration and jealousy from his array of minions who wished they could be in Jabba’s place, to dominate and enslave women as easily as he did.

The nubile bodies of Miranda, Jack, Shepard, and Liara decorated Jabba’s dais, his conquests, his jewels, his bastions of limitless pleasure. Miranda and Shepard were wrapped tightly in Jabba’s arms, Jabba having yanked Shepard into his filthy, slimy embrace by her chain-leash and Miranda had scurried up to join him. Jabba was oddly restrained as he caressed them, his tongue roaming across their jiggling busts, coiling around their breasts and lapping at their engorged nipples. Miranda supposed because of the baby growing inside her, Jabba didn’t want to risk damaging his heir in any way. So he was gentler than normal, satisfying himself with sloppy kisses as his filthy tongue roamed over their busty breasts. Miranda purred and moaned at the contact, dripping with Jabba’s slime, while Shepard bore the Hutt’s ravaging touch with her usual stoicism. Each was equally alluring and Jabba was egged on further, wrapping his fat hands across their slime waists. His fingers traced eagerly over Shepard’s fat, muscled belly while he stroked Miranda’s engorged stomach. He grinned eagerly, his tongue lapping at Lawson’s cheek, slimes of strings connecting them together.

“MMmm…my child will be a great one indeed…” Jabba chuckled, his toxic breath hissing over Miranda’s beautiful, model worthy face. His fingers crept upward, sausage-like digits playing teasingly with her dark hair. Miranda smiled at Jabba beneath the sensual veil around her face, her eyes full of smoldering love and lust for her depraved master. “Joined from the genes of a perfect Hutt and a perfect human…ho ho ho!”

“Yes, my master…” Miranda Lawson wrapped an arm around Shepard’s naked, muscled shoulders. The former Spectre and Alliance Commander let herself be pulled sideways, Miranda adjusting Shepard so they were face to face, Shepard’s red hair a glorious contrast to Miranda’s flowing dark locks. Their breasts met, Miranda Lawson’s naked tits squishing against Shepard’s own sizable bust, the cold metal of Shepard’s bikini top pressing against Miranda’s milky white tits. They molded together, squishing and pressing against one another. Miranda leaned forward, Jabba purring with delight as his favored concubine’s lips met those of Shepard. The two women began to make out, right before the Hutt, their bodies intertwining, Jabba groaning with relish as they kissed for his pleasure.

On the other side of the dais, Jack and Liara were pleasing Jabba in another way. They were pleasuring his mighty tail. They sat on their knees together, their spines arched to thrust Jack’s tattooed ass and Liara’s thick blue rear at the audience, provoking groans of relish from the watching cretins that composed Jabba’s perverted and decadent court.

They were on either side of their master’s wiggling tail, applying their combined talents to the swollen appendage. Jack was, of course, the more eager of the two. She willingly kissed the sensitive suckers lining the interior of Jabba’s bloated, licking the suckers in circles, moaning in insane relish as she practically feasted on the slime and secretions festering there. She guided the wiggling tip of Jabba’s engorged tail and buried it in her mouth, sucking on it greedily, lustfully, making sure to look at her master the entire time, her eyes full of love and submission to the creature who had turned into his cackling court jester.

She popped the wiggling tail from her slutty lips after a moment, the tail coming free as Jack thrusted the appendage at Liara. Liara, after being ruthlessly fucked by Jabba and experiencing the absolute horror of being mind-melded to the ruthless, sadistic degenerate of a Hutt, was totally broken. She gave no sound of protest, no whimper of disgust, no plea for mercy. She merely opened her blue lips and engulfed Jabba’s tail, which thrusted down her throat as she began to suck off her lustful master. Her cute, innocent wide eyes look up at Jabba, his girthy mountain of blubber and flesh looming over the dais as she gave him a blowjob. She was a talented sucker, despite her lack of sexual experience, perhaps brought on by fear of the Hutt after he had so thoroughly ripped her mind asunder and made her his. Jack watched eagerly and shoved her lips next to Liara’s head, hissing in her ear,

“You’re a little SLUT, aren’t you doctor? Mmmm…this is what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it? To be a fucking little whore for our master. All that protests earlier were just a facade, weren’t they? Because you’re a WHORE at heart, a SLUT, nothing but a craven pleasure sex slave that wants to be abused, defiled, and raped over and over and over again. I see beneath your mask now, you little fucking whore. You wanted this, from the very beginning! Why else would you be such a talented little slut? Hmmm? I seeeee you!” Jack laughed before nibbling on one of Liara’s head tentacles playfully, making the abdicated archaeologist give a muffled cry of surprise, her blue cheeks flushing red from sensation to her sensitive appendages.

Jabba continued to watch Miranda and Shepard make out, the sounds of their lips sucking and slurping on one another making him quiver in pleasure. He seized their thick asses, making Miranda mumble in delight and Shepard wiggle at his putrid touch. Liara continued to suck him off, his tail wiggling and twitching inside the tight confines of the Asari’s soft lips. He leaned back, closing his eyes, ready to cum once again down the supple Asari’s throat, holding Miranda and Shepard against his corpulent form-

“Master.”

The hiss of Bib Fortuna echoed in his ear. Jabba’s eyes snapped open, the Hutt giving a grunt of annoyance. Cuddling Miranda and Shepard against his bulk, he turned his huge, gelatinous form toward his Twi’Lek majordomo, who stood by his side. Jabba narrowed his eyes and Fortuna cowered before him, the Twi’Lek often a victim of Jabba’s abuse and foul temper. Jabba glared with annoyance at Bib before he rumbled, “What IS it, Fortuna?”

Fortuna smoothly rolled with the punches and clasped his hand over his mouth. He leaned close to Jabba, whispering in his ear, “The Quarian is prepared for you, my lord…”

Jabba gave a pleased “Oooooh” of delight and his eyes widened. He patted Miranda and Shepard’s rumps. The two peeled themselves apart, their boobs jiggling as they separated. Miranda took her place at the edge of the throne and Shepard settled herself on the myriad pillows before the Hutt’s heaving belly. Liara popped off Jabba’s tail, which flopped on her lap and Jack climbed onto Jabba’s huge tail, settling herself on the coils. All four slaves watched as Jabba tugged Shepard’s chain and boomed,

“Bring her in!”

Shoved forward rudely by the lecherous Gamorrean guard, Tali stumbled into the chamber. Raato’Liras followed after her. Jabba smoked his hookah as he watched eagerly, his tail wiggling suggestively upon his floating repulser sled, a small cloud of noxious smoke hovered around his sagging mass of a head as he took another hit off his hookah. He watched with baited breath, barely able to contain himself, drool dripping from his wart-slathered maw. Bib Fortuna grinned at his master’s side, showing his array of yellow fangs, while the Gamorreans oinked in delight. Raato’Liras pressed a button on his suit and the doors hissed closed behind him, locking the two Quarians inside. Tali felt like a caged animal, being watched by her tormentors.

Raato’Liras stepped forward. Tali stood her ground. The doctor loomed over her, taller than her by a good foot or so due his older age and being a male. He eyed her clinically from beneath his mask, possessing none of the lust or sadism of his master. He looked at her like she was a scientific discovery, something to be poked, prodded. In some ways, that was worse, as she could tell the doctor didn’t empathize with her. She was just something of an experiment to him. 

“Strip her!” Jabba demanded, spewing more spittle from his maw as he barked orders from outside the chamber, lowering his hookah briefly. He sett himself on his repulser sled like a voyeur, his reptilian eyes bulging with interest, guttural growls of lust reinforcing his command. The Hutt wanted his new prize revealed to him and he wanted it now.

“Beginning suit removal.” Raato’Liras said, feeling the pressure of Jabba’s command boring into his backside. He knew what the price for failure among the Hutts subjects was, he’d seen enough of Jabba’s minions dropped to feed the rancor to know and fear Jabba’s command. He drew a scalpel from his toolbelt, which glinted in the bright lighting of his laboratory. Tali gave a gasp and backed up, scrambling to get away from the doctor. Her body bumped into the glass sides of the chamber. She slammed her fists against the clear wall, a valiant but futile effort. Jabba and his cohorts laughed darkly, amused by her desperate attempts to escape the inevitable. Jabba’s tail squirmed on the dais, the Hutt already aroused by Tali’s attempts at resistance, his appendage swollen and dripping with need and desire. He took another hit off his hookah, his eyes transfixed by the scene playing before him. He felt like he was the guest of honor at the grand opera house on Coruscant, with Tali as the star to please him.

“Don’t touch me!” Tali hissed, her voice full of panic and terror. She pressed herself against the glass, as if trying to push through it to escape, as Raato’Liras loomed over her. “I’m a fellow Quarian, of the Migrant Fleet! How can you do this to me, a fellow Quarian?!”

Raato’Liras didn’t answer her. He only held up the scalpel and said, his tone monotone, clinical, detached, “Beginning removal of subject’s garments.”

“No!” Tali slapped at her, kicking and struggling. This amused Jabba deeply, as Raato’Liras bore her ineffectual blows, her strikes cracking against his own suit. She was a fighter but Raato’Liras seized her by the neck and slammed her forcibly into the glass of the chamber, her masked head thumping against it. He raised the scalpel then held it to her chest. Tali whimpered as the doctor began to cut through her pressurized, protective suit. His cut was slow, letting the moment linger, just as Jabba wanted it. Nice and slow, drawing out the moment.

His scalpel sliced downward, slicing the suit open at the front. After so long of wearing it, Tali felt almost like her second skin was being removed. She shuddered as her suit let out air from the sudden depressurization of the material. The cool, sterile air of the sealed chamber flowed inside, kissing her naked flesh beneath. For Tali, the sensation was overwhelming, as she had no experienced physical touch of anything in ages. She was thus hyper sensitive to all the sensations flooding her body as Raato’Liras’s scalpel traveled downward, continuing to carefully slice her suit open. Jabba watched eagerly, hypnotized, the sound of her suit being peeled free an erotic noise unto itself. He slobbered and took another hit off his hookah.

Her suit finally fell away, landing in a crumple of discarded fabric at her feet. Tali was left naked, shivering as the air around her, sterile though it was, making her weak at the knees. She was overwhelmed with the feeling of touch and sensation, even in this controlled environment the doctor had set up. Her body beneath didn’t disappoint, either. She was similar in appearance to a human, with off color, almost brownish skin. What looked like tattoos, mimicking binary code, flowed across her body, most prominent around the sultry curve of her lovely neck. Her mask was all that remained and she fell to her knees, the muscles in her backside rippling, her nipples full and swollen from the touch of the cool air upon them. She was overwhelmed with the sensation of touch and couldn’t resist as Raato’Liras leaned down, his three fingered gloved hands wrapping carefully around her breathing mask.

“No…” Tali gasped, making an effort to push him away but she was too weak from being overwhelmed by the sensation of feeling and her hand slid off the crook of his shoulder harmlessly. “Please..”

Raato’Liras ignored her. He pulled her mask free of her head, which came free in a hiss of released pressured air and Tali’s face, was at last revealed.

Much like her body, it didn’t disappoint either.

A long length of purple air came free of the confines of her helmet, fluttering across the naked curve of her backside. Tali raised her head, shivering and cuddling her arms around herself, making a desperate effort to cover her breasts, the touch of her own skin against herself such an alien sensation that she almost writhed at the touch of her own form. Her face was worthy of a HoloNet model, with milky yellow eyes that seemed to glow, with gorgeous eerie pupils that added to her exotic appeal. Her face seemed perfectly molded, with beautiful cheekbones, youthful complexion, untouched by the myriad ravages of the Galaxy thanks to her protective suit. It was almost like her skin was a virgin expanse, unravaged and untouched.

Jabba practically moaned at the sight of her, his tail flopping and writhing. Tali made a feeble grab of effort to get her mask back but Raato’Liras easily held it out of her reach. He grasped her cheeks, forcing her head up to face Jabba, the two beings separated by the glass walls of the sealed chamber. His forceful touch made Tali practically squealed, her sensitive nerves flaring from the doctor’s touch. Her beautiful glowing eyes met Jabba’s own and they stared at each other. Deprived of her protective suit and at mercy of the world around her, from sensations big and small, Tali suddenly felt vulnerable indeed. Her feisty air was gone now, replaced by moans and quivering. Jabba licked his chops, staring at the beautiful Quarian, revealed in all her glory to his lecherous gaze at long last.

“Do you like her, my lord?” The doctor said, keeping Tali’s head up to keep her staring at her new master.

“Mmmm…very much, doctor,” Jabba said. It took all his willpower to resist demanding the Quarian be dragged into his filthy arms right then and there but the Hutt overcame his own desires, well aware that Tali would die if exposed to a non-sterile environment. He took a puff of his hookah to calm his runaway hormones and puffed more toxic smoke into the lab before demanding, “Well doctor?! Can you cure her? Can you make her able to exist in the world at large without her expiring?”

Raato’Liras didn’t know. Quarians wore their protective suits for a reason after all. But he knew better than to say ‘no’ to Jabba the Hutt. That would earn the Hutt’s ire, certainly, and he wanted to live, not be sentenced to death in the rancor’s pit. “Of course, my lord,” Raato’Liras said confidently. “Give me a few days. I’ll find a way, I promise you that.”

He released Tali and the naked Quarian collapsed at his feet, quivering and shivering, curling into a fetal position, writhing and squirming at the cold metal of the floor beneath her. Jabba chuckled, already fantasizing about Tali being his newest plaything when he finally got his grubby paws on her. “Fine,” Jabba said, replacing his hookah on his armrest. “The other girls will have to entertain me in the meantime, ho ho ho!” He laughed darkly before swiveling his repulser sled about and left the lab. Tali watched the hulking Hutt go, unable to say anything with all the new sensations flooding her nerves and mind. The lab doors hissed shut behind Jabba as Raato’Liras loomed over her. Tali squeezed her eyes shut, shivering as she tried to wake up, tried to get out of this dark dream.

But she couldn’t escape her new reality. And for the beautiful Quarian, her nightmare was just about to begin.

It was a small mercy, Tali contemplated, that her suit deprived her of smell and sensation. Often, she had longed to touch and feel her environment as she had explored the Galaxy, as opposed to breathing the filtered air through her suit’s mask and being deprived entirely of the feeling of physical contact.Tali had longed to step outside the meager boundaries of her suit, to truly feel and experience the world around her, and all its myriad sensations.

But now, she was downright grateful for the suit’s protection. She was currently cuddled in the fat, slimy, bloated grasp of the Galaxy’s most depraved and perverted criminal crime lord. She could see her suit was already stained a lime green from being squished against Jabba’s bloated form, his rolls of ample fat pressing against her lithe, shapely form, the grinding of her suit’s protective gear rubbing against his leathery body sending an echo through the hall they were traveling down. Tali hissed in discomfort, as she swatted at Jabba’s probing, dexterous fingers as he continued to pet her like she was some damned cat, trying to grab handfuls of her breasts and ass repeatedly. His tail was also bothering her, constantly smacking against her thigh, occasionally curling around her legs like a serpent. Her annoyed grunts and slapping at Jabba’s questing appendages only seemed to amuse and arouse the crime lord in equal measure, as he chuckled in amusement in response to her attempting to swat away his groping. Slime dribbled from his maw and splattered on her shoulder. Tali had no doubt she would be close to vomiting right now, if she was out of her protective suit.

So yes, now she was grateful for it. But Jabba’s threat simmered in her mind. He had promised to deprive her from it, to take it away, and leave her fully revealed to his perverted whims. Tali had no idea how such a thing could ever be done. Quarians had horribly weakened immune systems and no cure had ever been found to let them exist in environments as other species did. If Jabba intended to kill her, well, then by all means he could try and proceed. Death would be preferable to being reduced to a slug’s plaything. Tali took some comfort in that Jabba could never possibly succeed, deciding Jabba was a lustful fool for this mad scheme, even as he continued to toy with her, his fat digits grabbing at her covered breasts again. Tali rolled her eyes and slapped his hands away, hissing through clenched teeth, her mask’s light blinking in tandem with her words, “Don’t you have anything better to do, slug breath?! I’m not a toy!”

“Ho ho ho…” Jabba seized her shoulders. Despite his flabby, obese form, he was much stronger than most species and easily spun Tali around, easily able to manipulate her to his whims. Tali was forced face to face with Jabba’s foul visage once more, grunting in disgust. She craned neck back, as far from the crime lord as she possibly could, separating her masked face from his foul, drooling features by mere inches. Jabba wrapped his arms around her supple waist, provoking another snarl of dismay from the feisty Quarian as he seized her thick ass, her suit crinkling under his fetid, sausage-like fingers. “I think you are, my dear. All women are toys for their superior masters. And you will learn your place soon enough.”

“Oh great,” Tali said sarcastically, trying to throw Jabba’s arms off but he held onto her like an octopus. She grunted in disgust as he kept her close, his heavy breathing continuing to fog up her mask. Yes, she was very grateful she was inhaling the toxic fumes spewing from his maw right now. Filtered air seemed paradise in comparison, no doubt. “And how do you hope to accomplish that, you great big stupid oaf? You remove this suit and I die! Maybe that’s your idea of getting off, but I don’t want any part of your sick fetish either way-”

“Such spirit!” Jabba laughed, spraying her mask with more spittle, coating her visor a swampy green. He crushed her against himself, Tali groaning as she was again forced to mash against his repugnant body. Even if she couldn’t feeling the touch of his blubbery form, it was still a revolting experience to be forced to practically drown in his great gut again and again. “Oh, I look forward to taming you. And I’m sure the other women will love the presence of such a unique individual. I know you will be most fun to tame.”

“Keelah!” Tali cursed, making another valiant but futile effort to squirm free, only rubbing her form against Jabba, his fat squelching and her suit creaking. “Never! You hear me, you big fat stupid idiot slimy slug?! Never! My father will tear this place apart looking for you if he gets wind you’ve kidnapped me!” She was lying of course, her father would never look for. If she didn’t come back to the Migrant Fleet, then he would be saddened, no doubt, but he was a hard man and he’d move on. Like it or not, threats or not, courage or not, she was alone now. And Tali was not seeing a way out of this, unless the Hutt truly managed to kill her by removing her suit and exposing her to all the elements of the air that could easily kill her.

Jabba’s repulser sled floated through the ambient hallways, eventually coming to the entrance of Doctor Raato’Liras’s lab. The door hissed open, rising, Jabba’s large form floating in, holding the struggling Tali all the while. The inside of the lab was covered with medical equipment, brightly and with sterile, white walls in contrast to the dingy, labyrithian dark hallways of the rest of Jabba’s Palace. Doctor Raato’Liras sat at his desk, mixing chemicals together carefully. He started as his door hissed open and Jabba entered, rising quickly.

“My lord,” He said with a bow, always careful and respectful in Jabba’s presence. Anything could set off Jabba’s infamous temper and his minions were often the first to feel Jabba’s wrath. “Your next medical exam is not scheduled for another seven solar cycles.” His eyes flicked to Tali in Jabba’s grip and his eyes narrowed at the sight of her.

Tali’s eyes widened at the sight of a fellow Quarian and she made a great effort to rip herself free from Jabba’s arms. He held her fast, smirking darkly as she strained against his hold. “Help me!” Tali pleaded, hoping for aid from a fellow Quarian. But she was silenced as Jabba slapped a grubby hand over her mask, silencing Tali. She gave muffled cries out courage, her mask’s light flashing through Jabba’s slimy fat fingers but she couldn’t shake him off and Jabba’s booming voice drowned her out entirely.

“This little thief was caught trying to steal from one of my junkers,” Jabba said, licking his chops, his tail stroking along Tali’s squirming legs. She kicked angrily at the foul thing but Jabba coiled it around her thigh in response and Tali could only groan in abject disgust. “Normally, the punishment for such an act would be most severe, ho ho ho! But this little one is much too lovely to be fed to my rancor. Or digested in the belly of the sarlaac. I want her. I want to see her face and have her please me as a new member of my harem.”

“She is an intriguing specimen,” Raato’Liras said neutrally, in a very professional way, folding his hands behind his back. “You are, of course, aware of the risks associated with such an endeavor?”

“I know, you fool, you Quarians have supremely weak immune systems!” Jabba barked, continuing to keep a hand over Tali’s mask to muffle her cries. “I want YOU, as a fellow Quarian, to find a way to get her out of this unflattering suit and let me have her. I want her, doctor. And if you fail to get me what I want…” Jabba puffed his nostrils, his already deep baritone voice becoming a menacing snarl. Raato’Liras, although his facial expression was hidden behind his mask, visibly swallowed nervously.

“Of course…” He pressed a button on his suit and what looked like a clear, glass chamber descended from the ceiling. “I’ll figure out something, of course, of course. In the meantime, I’m sure you’d like to see what your, ah, captive looks like. This is a sterilization chamber, which I use for my own purposes. Even I need to get out of this suit on occasion. It is completely sterile and sealed against the outside environment, with processed air. She can be stripped inside without harming her. And admired.”

“A cage for my little bird,” Jabba chuckled darkly, before shoving Tali out of his chambers. Tali hit the floor, landing hard on her side, sputtering angrily. She scrambled up, trying to make a run for it but found her path blocked by the Gamorreans. They growled at her, slamming their axes together to block her path. Tali looked around, clenching her fists angrily, all escape routes blocked by the Hutt and his minions. “Ha ha ha…I’m afraid there is no escape, my lovely.’

“I’m not your lovely, fatso,” Tali growled back. “I’d rather die than be a whore for you!”

“Oh, so delicious…full of fire and spirit!” Jabba chuckled, his great tail thumping against his dais. “I can’t wait to get you out of that bulky suit. Doctor, if you please…”

Doctor Raato’Liras nodded and opened the pressurization chamber. He gestured at Tali. “After you.”

“Keelah…bastard!” Tali growled at him. One of the Gamorreans prodded her ass with the hem of their vibro axe to marshal her along. “Okay, okay, I’m going! Don’t push me!” She huffed and stomped forward, her heart racing for what was to come. Jabba watched eagerly from the shadows, taking a puff of his hookah, as Tali and the doctor entered the chamber, eager to see the face of his captured Quarian at long last…

The Faded Star exited hyperspace around the orbit of Tatooine. Contained inside, like a rat in a steel can, Tali pressed her head against one of the portholes, having to scrub through some faded steam to see into the vacuum of space beyond. Tatooine looked like a bright planet amidst the blackness of space, the desert world’s jagged, cracked landscape of desert wastelands visible as the junker pulled into orbit, the gravitational field rattling the ship’s interior, provoking more bursts of steam to hiss from pipes that crisscrossed the walls.

Tali swore, a cry of ‘Keelah!’ escaping her lips, muffled slightly by her mask. She looked around, desperate for an escape as the junker pulled into orbit. The entire ship rattled as it passed through Tatooine’s magnetic field, rumblings echoing through the old vessel. Tali could do little but fumble around, cursing and typing furiously at buttons, desperate for any form of escape. But it was too low. The junker flew through Tatooine’s orbit and passed into the atmosphere. The dunes and endless desert wastes unfurled beneath the ship, the harsh light of the twin suns glinting off the outer hell of the past-its-prime junker.

Jabba’s Palace came into view, looming over the desert like an iron foundry, a spectre of menace and decadence, the seat of the Hutt’s power. The junker’s engines began to slow, devolving to one quarter impulse power. It floated forward, rumbling and expelling steam and smoke, coming to the back of the palace. The great hangar bay doors opening with a grinding of gears and metal, sand expelled from between the gears as they groaned reluctantly open. The junker slowly floated inside, passing by numerous skiffs and Jabba’s Sail Barge, the Khetanna, before it came to a stop on a landing pad. The engines flared against the pad, the expulsion of air ruffling through the hangar bay before the ship fully powered down. Tali was plunged into darkness as the junker switched itself off. 

She stood there, in the darkness for a moment, before noises echoed from outside. The Quarian raised her pistol, trying to keep her hand from shaking. She was in the belly of the beast now, a captive to one of the most dangerous criminals in the entire Galaxy. How could she have been so stupid? Stupid! Arrogant! Idiot!

The door hissed open, pried open by an outside source. Tali ducked behind some equipment in the central console room, her pistol raised. Immediately, several Gamorreans guards, armed with vibro spears and shock prods, entered the room, their great feet clomping on the floor. They grunted, swiveling their large forms around, drool escaping their maws as they oinked and grunted and growled. Their piggy eyes had pore eyesight and that meant they overlooked the slime Quarian, whose purple suit blended in well to the mechanical environment.

Used to sneaking around the depths of her ships, Tali kept to the shadows, using the murky, derelict environment to keep herself hidden. She eloped forward, keeping her form hunched, her feet clicking off the mechanical floor, her pistol raised, finger inches from the trigger. Only the quiet huffs of breath through her mask gave her position away. She made for the open doorway, light spilling in from outside. The Gamorreans spread out, oinking and growling. Having little patience for stealth, they took swings at various chunks of equipment, their vibro axes ripping through pieces of derelict metal, provoking showers of sparks.

Tali moved behind one Gamorrean, the dull witted brute not seeing. She smiled beneath her mask, a flash of arrogance and childish pride swelling through her. She darted forward, out of the junker, into the light-

And froze.

Surrounding the ship was Jabba’s entire collection of minions. Numerous Weequay raised blaster rifles, all trained on Tali, ready to shoot if she made a move (all set to stun, of course, Jabba didn’t want his latest captive harmed). The Hutt himself loomed large in the center of the hangar, the obese slug, the mountain of slime and fat, dominating his surroundings under the harsh lights of the hangar bay, floating in all his repugnant glory on his repulser sled, kept floating off the floor by elevated repulser coils. His cretins surrounded him, from the grinning Bib Fortuna to the array of foul aliens Jabba kept in his foul parody of a court. Lowlifes from across the Galaxy all stared at Tali, chuckling and hissing like a pack of hyenas. Tali was reminded of a pack of wild animals and took a wary step back, only to thump into the Gamorrean. He growled warningly at her before snatching the pistol from her grip. In a demonstration of his strength, the Gamorrean guard CRUSHED the pistol in his meaty fist and dropped it to the stairs. Tali’s eyes flick to the sparking remains of her gun and she snarled a sarcastic reply,

“That cost me 300 credits, you damned ass.”

The Gamorrean oinked something incomprehensible before shoving her forward. His greater strength versus her slim frame meant Tali was almost knocked off her feet and she stumbled down the ramp toward Jabba. Tali prickled in disgust as the Gamorrean seized her by the shoulders, forcing her through the sea of cretins and aliens toward the lecherous, disgusting Jabba. She tried to resist, attempting to squirm free of the Gamorrean’s iron grip but she was smaller, slimmer, and easily manhandled, shoved forward toward Jabba. He groaned in relish as she was forced to approach him, his slobbering majesty looming over her.

He had dispatched the other girls to the harem chambers, allowing them to tend to Liara while she recovered from her sexual assault at his hands. And to make sure Tali had no hint of what was to come. She probably expected to be executed or thrown in a dungeon. Jabba licked his chops, admiring the swell of her breasts and the sway of her hips beneath the tight confines of her environmental suit. Yes, he would take her for himself.

“Get off, you slime!” Tali snarled, trying to kick and struggle, before she grunted as she was shoved forward into Jabba’s waiting embrace. She was shoved rudely forward, nearly tripping over the edge of Jabba’s floating platform. She grunted in disgust as she squelched against his mountain of blubber. Slimy secretions washed over her suit, staining her purple protective garment in sloshes of green and white from Jabba’s rancid hide. Her masked face was shoved mere inches from Jabba’s own. Although she was in a suit and thus spared from actually making flesh-on-flesh contact with Jabba, he could still feel the shapely form of her body beneath her suit. His mass of blubber ensnared her, threatening to absorb her in the rolling expanse of his great gut. His foul breath engulfed her masked face, fogging up her visor. His tongue sloshed free of his lips, Tali groaned in disgust as his tongue lapped at the sides of her helmet, the cool metal providing Jabba with a tease of what lay beneath.

“Mmmm…” Jabba groaned deeply, his voice making Tali’s audio receptors crackle. Slime splattered from his mouth, adding to Tali’s horror as flecks of his spittle splattered her helmet, adding to her reduced visibility. She kicked and squirmed, trying to claw at Jabba, reduced to primal resistance in the face of such overwhelming horror but the Gamorrean held her firmly. He pressed her harder against Jabba, Tali wriggling across Jabba’s bloated form as she was forced to straddle him. Her desperate struggles got the court aroused, her tight ass a sight for sore eyes as she wiggled about on their perverted master. “Even in that suit, I can see you are most lovely.”

“Thanks for the compliment, I’ve always wanted to be hit on by a two-ton obese slug!” Tali snarled back, her sarcasm and wit not curbed even in the face of being shoved against Jabba’s enormous girth. It helped that she was in her suit and Jabba could not be removed from her without risking her death from exposure to potentially harmful effects in the air. She shook her masked face, managing to knock off his probing tongue, squinting to see through the fog and spittle clouding her visor. “Let me go, you perverted slug! If its credits you want for me attempting to steal from you, its credits you can-”

She was cut off as Jabba’s tail slithered around her voluptuous waist. The edge of his tail smacked her ass, Tali giving a yelp of anger at being spanked by this repugnant alien! He seized the underside of her helmet, Tali grunting in disgust as Jabba’s face fingers squeezed her helmet, forcing her to look up at him. He trembled with lust from the shadowy glimpse of her face inside. He knew he had to have her, to peel this suit from her lovely form and reveal her true, beautiful form to his eyes. And then she would become his, just like Miranda Lawson, Jack, Commander Shepard, and Liara T’Soni. A harem worthy of a true Hutt indeed.

“Credits? I have enough of those to last twenty lifetimes, my dear,” Jabba released her, his clammy hands continued to caress her body, Tali hissing in disgust as he traced the shape of her body through her suit, like a child examining the outline of a gift through a present’s box. “No no no what I desire now is beautiful women like you, to please me, to know that your true place is at MY side, serving me…until I grow tired of you!”

“Fat chance of that, fatso,” Tali said bravely, provoking chuckles from the gangsters watching. She shrugged her shoulders, managing to knock off his probing fat hands briefly. “You take me out of this suit and I’ll expire quickly. Maybe you should have done some research on Quarians first before attempting to make a whore out of one, you big fat stupid idiot!”

Jabba laughed and wrapped his bloated arms around Tali, forcing her into an embrace, Tali groaning as he hugged her against him, forcing the Quarian to practically drown against his sea of fat. “Ho ho ho…” He said, licking his chops, their faces inches apart, Tali glad for her helmet to prevent her from actually smelling this filthy, depraved Hutt. “Not to worry, my dear. I have a doctor of your species on staff. And he’ll be most glad to help you finally shed that suit and walk amongst us without fear. Isn’t that lovely? You might be thanking me, after I cure you! Ho ho ho!”

Still cuddling the squirming Tali and groping her tits and ass through her protective suit, Jabba swiveled his repulser sled around. His Gamorreans marched behind him, as did Bib Fortuna, his court hooting and hollering as Jabba began to float to the Quarian doctor’s office in the bowels of his palace. Clutching against the slug gangster’s side like a favorite toy, Tali could only groan. She had a VERY bad feeling about this…

In the depths of the Outer Rim, a small junker drifted lazily between the worlds of Falleen and Rodia. It had recently exited hyerspace and was now en route to its final destination, heading for Tatooine at warp four impulse power. The junker lived up to its name, being an ugly looking, boxy ship with a decaying outer hull and a brown composition that recalled the color of a garbage dump. Faded paint on its side revealed its name, “The Faded Star”, an appropriate enough name for a vessel that had clearly seen brighter days.

But this junker served a far greater purpose than its diminished form would suggest. It was a vessel designed specifically to ferry illegal goods between worlds, specifically for Jabba the Hutt. It ran on autopilot, designed to appear as ugly and derelict as possible in order to ward off potential space pirates or raiders from attacking it. It mostly worked and its automated status meant Jabba saved some credits by not hiring a crew. All in all, it was the perfect vessel for short, quick, and dirty salvage runs between planets across the Galaxy.

The ship, however, was not alone tonight.

Inside the ship, its corridors were bathed in near pitch black darkness, only the blinking of electronic panels and buttons providing dim illumination. Most of the ship was dead silent, with only the whirring of machinery and the distant hum of the engines echoing through its silent walls. Until a shape appeared out of the shadows, the click of feet echoing off the walls. A flashlight penetrated the relative darkness around the shape. They stepped into the light of a nearby control panel, bathed in its orange hue, revealing a female Quarian aboard The Faded Star.

This was Tali'Zorah nar Rayya, a female Quarian hailing from the Quarian Migrant Fleet. She was a tall, shapely female humanoid, with her true features hidden beneath a sealed environment suit. The most distinguishing feature of quarian biology was their weak immune system, compounded by centuries of living in sterile environments. As a result, all quarians by necessity dressed in highly sophisticated enviro-suits, to protect them from disease or infection if they are injured. Their suits can be compartmentalized in the event of a tear or similar breach to prevent the spread of contaminants (similar to a ship sealing off bulkheads in the event of a hull breach). Tali wore such a suit, a purple and gold ensemble with a flowing headdress behind her head. The suit hugged her shapely form well, showing off her wide, flaring hips, her well developed rear, and her firm, large breasts that seemed to push against their confines in her suit. Her face was hidden behind what looked like a mask, similar in design to a human gas mask. Through her visor, only a hide of a face was visible behind the glass, only the pinprickets of her eyes visible, which glowed a subtle purple.

Tali, a pistol clutched in one three-fingered hand and a scanner in the other, paused and examined her scanner. She thumbed the trigger and did a sweep of the room, searching for hidden traps or monitoring devices. She found a few in the nearby consoles and set to work hacking them, disabling them one by one. Each trap died one after another, a quiet hum signaling their deactivation, reverberations echoing through the junker’s lonely halls.

Tali approached the console carefully. She leaned over the expanse of buttons and set to work, her fingers working rapidly, the click-click-click of typing mingling with the hiss of steam and the beeping of automated consoles. Tali was on her Pilgrimage, a rite of passage for all Quarians. She had left her Migrant Fleet and was now journeying the Galaxy, seeking something of value to bring back home. The ‘something of value’ could be anything, from medical supplies to blueprints to improve ship technology to food. She had found some promising leads but nothing that she thought was worthy of what she wanted to bring back. Her father, Rael'Zorah, was a member of the Admiralty Board, after all, and that put pressure on her to bring back something of TRUE value. Or at least, that was the pressure Tali put on herself anyway.

She combed through files of the ship’s internal archives, her technical prowess making short work of internal security and safe measures. Tali cooed with interest, her mask flashing with a bead of light to indicate that she was talking. She tapped the hem of her fingers, chuckling to herself. She spoke aloud, her accent something vaguely Eastern-European to modern humans, as she pulled up a full list of the ship’s cargo.

“Now, what do we have here?” She said, the light of the screen reflecting off her mask. She combed through the records, finding many things of interest in the ship’s cargo, all of them highly illegal. Their destination was Tatooine. Tali scoffed, aware of the Hutt’s dark reputation of the Galaxy. She was doing the Galaxy a favor, really, stealing all this from him. After all, the Hutt would use it all for nefarious purposes. She would only use it to help her people. And besides, it was exciting to undermine and stealing from a renowned galactic crime lord, even one as dangerous and ruthless as the loathsome Jabba!

She chuckled to herself again before taking out an OSB drive. She inserted it into the computer, beginning a download of a virus into the ship’s systems. She hummed a little Quarian tune as the download begin, the old computer terminals whining in protest as her encryption virus began its work. Tali slapped them playfully and chided with an amused tone, “Behave now! This won’t hurt…much.”

She intended to steal everything. Not JUST the cargo, with its vast shipments of spice, credits, and droid parts but also the entire junker. The junker would have many uses in the Migrant Fleet. It could be repurposed into a new home for Quarians who badly needed it. If it was found unworthy of becoming part of the fleet, then it could be dismantled, its myriad of parts taken for salvage. The possibilities were endless and Tali tapped her long fingered hands together in glee. 

However, as the download began and the virus began to overtake the junker’s onboard rudimentary AI, the download suddenly wheezed to a halt. Tali blinked, surprised. She cursed, half-expecting an onboard VI or something else to be interfering. She mumbled a Quarian curse before the screen flashed, blinking to life with a crackle of static. Tali jumped back, drawing her pistol on reflect, aiming it at the screen as out of the static, the loathsome visage of Jabba the Hutt appeared.

Tali shuddered. Even on a computer screen, Jabba was absolutely disgusting to behold. She could see his jiggling rolls of warted fat practically threatening to swallow the image whole, spots of drool slithering free of his maw, his enormous reptillian eyes narrowing into slits as he beheld her. Refusing to show fear (or respect), Tavi lowered her pistol and put one hand on one of her hips. She did a mocking bow and said, “Oh, the great Jabba the Hutt. I see the years have not been kind to you. Perhaps you should consider daylight…or any form of exercise really.”

Jabba chuckled, his deep booming voice overtaking the ship’s internal speakers, his trademark booming laugh (“HO HO HO HO”) thundering through the junker, bouncing off the walls. He leaned forward, his repugnant features even grosser up close and Tali took a reflexive step back, shuddering in disgust. “My dear Quarian,” Jabba said, his voice an amused, affable purr. “If you wanted to board one of my pleasure crafts, you should have just asked. I’m sure I would have loved to have the pleasure of your company.” His eyes traced her curves, quite visible in her skintight suit. Tali rolled her eyes, more than used to the leering eyes of other species due to her unique appearance. She was well aware she was attractive but she would suffer no lechers. Especially considering exiting her suit in any environment would mean possible death.

“If this is what passes for a pleasure cruise, Jabba, then I’d sooner head to a Krogan wedding,” Tali said, turning away from Jabba. “Your company I can do without.” She began to stalk down the corridors, heading for her exit point, before Jabba dispatched any bounty hunters or mercenaries to bring her in, if he hadn’t already.

Jabba’s voice pursued her the whole way, his voice still having that same amused chuckle, as if they were having a civilized discussion. “My dear Quarian, you realize, of course, that you are not permitted to leave? I do so hate it when another being attempts to steal my property. Credits, spice, wealth…these are the things that make me strong. Make me powerful, the greatest of all Hutts, the pride of the Hutt Clan. And if a lowly, inferior species like yourself was to get away with a ship…that might diminish my reputation at large. I’m sure you understand.”

Tali scoffed as she reached the doors. She thumbed the keypad, attempting to open the airlock and escape back to her own ship through the cold vacuum of space. But the light flashed red and the doors did not open. Tali cursed, trying again and again, only to be met with the same result. She slammed a fist onto the door’s side, rattling the ancient equipment. 

“Damn you, Jabba!” Tali snarled, whirling up to face a security camera. It tracked her movements, Jabba’s little electronic eye, as she paced angrily in the hallway. “I’m no threat to you! I am Tali'Zorah nar Rayya, daughter of Rael'Zorah! I’m no threat to you! Release me now or-”

“No threat, that is true, most species aren’t,” Jabba thundered over the speakers, interrupting Tali’s attempt at a threat. He sneered, producing a whine of feedback that made Tali cover her ears with a hiss. “I’m glad you know your place. But I do not tolerate ANY thievery or disrespect. This is my junker, my cargo, property of the great Jabba! And now…” Jabba laughed, long and hard, before he followed up with a smug: “...And now? So are you, my dear Tali. Ho ho ho!”

Tali stumbled as the ship’s engines suddenly fired to life. She knew that loud. Someone had just triggered the junker to go into hyperspace. She stumbled through the ship as it roared through the stars, stumbling through jets of steam until she reached the central console. Grasping it for support, she saw, to her horror, that the ship was now heading directly for Tatooine. Jabba’s base of operations.

“No, no!” Tali cried in dismay, suddenly fearful of what awaited her. Jabba watched, amused from the security feed as she desperately attacked the keyboard, trying to disable the order. But she found herself locked out. Jabba’s own program had taken over, with the Hutt taking things into his own slimy paws.

“You can’t do this!” Tali yelled at the screen, trembling with rage as she was greeted with Jabba’s smug, leering expression. “You can’t-!”

“Ho ho ho…I think I can!” Jabba sneered back, a puff of his nostrils fogging up the screen. He leaned close, giving Tali a gross close up of his warty nostrils and his slime caked lips. His great tongue emerged, Tali giving a disgusted noise as he licked his foul lips. “Mmm…soon you will be in the pleasure of my company, Tali. And I look forward to seeing what you look like once we’ve stripped you of that cumbersome suit of yours…HO HO HO HO!” 

A Quarian. She wondered who that might be, if it came to pass…

Liara’s thoughts were interrupted as Jabba turned his repugnant bulk to face her. She swallowed hard, as her master’s leering gaze engulfed her, his monstrous, blob-like visage dominating his surroundings with his sheer girth and presence. For the moment, she had been ignored and even entertained the fantasy that Jabba would not rape her as he had the other girls. But that fantasy evaporated like dewdrops under the suns of Thessia. She trembled, feeling small and weak indeed. At only a hundred and six years old, Liara was a relative child by Asari standards and still quite innocent in comparison to the Matriachs, who lived for thousands of years, who had seen the rise and turn of the Galaxy. Thus, her bravery, her courage, and convictions were still underdeveloped. Jabba the Hutt could thus inspire great fear in her, fear that shamefully dominated her.

As Jabba’s Quarian doctor made his exit after making his report, Jabba reached forward, surprisingly quick for a creature of his girth and size. His fat fingers coiled around Liara’s naked blue arm and she shrieked, dropping the fan she had been using to fan the mighty Hutt. She was yanked over his repugnant hide, dripping over the enormous coils of his huge tail, yelping as Jabba manhandled her, sending her spilling over his hide and onto the pillows beside Jack. Jack cackled at Liara, mocking her with her usual cruel words and giggling, high-pitched, hyena-like voice as Liara scrambled on the dais, knocking a few pillows to the floor as she tried to right herself.

“Clumsy, clumsy, you big tittied blue bitch!” Jack sneered. She gave Liara a slap on the ass, provoking a muffled yelp from the captured archaeologist. “I think the master ought to teach you a lesson! He hasn’t fucked you, you know. Not truly. He’s been waiting for JUST the right moment to indulge himself, heeheheheheh! Fuck her, master! Teach this little whore her place!”

Jabba smiled, enjoying Jack’s cruel taunting of the good doctor. The Asari archaeologist finally managed to free herself from the pillows, gasping for breath. She rounded on Jack, intending to give the insane biotic a piece of her mind (or failing that, a smack to the face). But Jabba seized a fistful of Liara’s head tentacles, provoking a yelp from Liara. She was wrenched upward, almost stumbling to impact the Hutt’s great, slimy, jiggling gut, her lower pelvic region smashed into his fat belly with a squelch of flesh meeting flesh. Terrified, Liara looked into the Hutt’s reptilian eyes. He cruelly leered over her. Was it not enough that she had submitted her life to him, her body to him? No, it would never be enough. She was like a toy for her master to play with, to abuse. She could see that, in his eyes…and…

Against her will, Liara T’Soni connected with Jabba, her mind joining with his own in a mind meld. It was as natural to her race as breathing, the ability to connect with other races’s minds being more important than anything physical. Liara trembled as she connected with Jabba’s mind, knowing this would be a horrible experience.

She wasn’t wrong.

Jabba’s mind was like a storm of pure id. It was pure, unconstrained ugliness and lust and every decadent thing that, contrary to the expectations of most civilized species, Jabba absolutely reveled in. He was a creature of pure greed and decadent lust and he loved every second of his cruelty, acting on base impulses rather than denying them. His emotions were raw, primal, consumed with a hunger of base desires and needs. His lust for humanoid races, a disgusting fetish that made him an outcast in Hutt society, was at the forefront of his base, depraved tastes. His overpowered her own, their minds mingled together, as Jabba’s sheer deluge of greed spilling from his depraved mind overwhelming Liara to the depths of her very soul.

“Ah…Liara…you thought I had forgotten you? How unfortunate…” The great Jabba the Hutt purred. Shepard and Miranda watched from the side of the dais, joining hands in anticipation of what was to come, Miranda smiling as Shepard watched with a stoic look. Jack erupted into a fit of manic laughter, cackling and clapping her hands like a deranged schoolgirl. Liara shivered as Jabba grasped her shoulders, his fat fingers squeezing into her blue side, hard enough to leave indents on her beautiful flesh. “No. You and your slave sisters are always at the forefront of MY mind…ho ho ho…now I desire you once again!”

Jabba’s tongue emerged, Liara giving a moan of distress. She tried not to resist, knowing the punishment for resisting Jabba’s debased desires well now. But she trembled in his slimy grip nonetheless. This only seemed to egg Jabba on further, for sadism and lust blended well together for him. Willing slaves were of course supple and divine for the Hutt. To have beautiful women plucked from across the galaxy to satiate his desires was his grand dream, with the knowledge that he was repulsive to most other species making his conquest of each even sweeter. But to have unwilling slaves, those who feared him, were disgusted by him, even resisted his will, these were the sweetest captives of all. He had made an excellent harem for himself with these women so far. And Liara was a most lovely addition to their ranks.

Now Jabba acted on his desires. His maw opened, slimes of strings snapping apart, his foul breath assaulting Liara’s nostrils. His base desires, connected to Liara through their telepathic link, slammed into her brain again and again, penetrating her inside and out. His tongue lapped at her blue, freckled cheeks, Jabba groaning deeply at the feel of how soft her cheeks felt against his appendage. Liara was left coated with drool, dripping from Jabba’s foul exploration of her face.

The Hutt, with his surprising strength, spun Liara around. One hand seized the back of her head and forced her to knees. She was forced to face the depraved denizens of the throne room, seeing the array of hideous courtiers reveling and getting off on her misery. She tried not to cry, trembling as she felt the familiar touch of Jabba’s fat tail. The sucker lined thing slithered up her backside, wedging itself firmly between her buttcheeks. Jabba slobbered over himself, a waterfall of drool garnishing his wart-covered chins that supported his enormous, blob-like head. He groaned inwardly, teasingly stroking her tight asscheeks. His mind flooded her own with pure carnal desires. Liara could feel them overwhelming her, sinking into the depths of her subconscious. She fed off the depraved emotions of her master, her horrible, evil, vile master and she knew how helpless she truly was.

“You belong to me.”

Jabba thundered, his booming voice echoing through the throne room. His tail thrusted inside of her, without mercy, without warning. Liara squealed, the force of his thrust making her eyes bulge and spittle fly from her lips. Miranda gave a coo of delight, rubbing at her own ample belly as she grinned. Jack clapped and cheered her master on, urging him to fuck Liara sense. Liara gurgled, gagged, as Jabba pulled at her head tentacles, sensing reverberations of pain and pleasure through her body, while his own mind engulfed her mind in a sweeping, dark embrace that left her utterly powerless. She was a leaf in the wind, a pebble in a tornado, utterly small and insignificant before the almighty, exalted, all powerful Jabba the Hutt.

Jabba fucked her mericlessly, their joined connection over the telepathic link making Liara’s eyes roll into the back of her head. Her screams of pleasure and pain mingled together as one. The pulses of mind Jabba’s mind over their shared link slammed into her, each louder and more brutal than the last, each thrust of his mighty tail echoing, thundering, pounding-

Until at last, Jabba came inside her. Drowning Liara’s inside in his seed. He ripped his tail from her ass and Liara, a gurgling, drooling mess of an asari now, collapsed onto the edge of the dais. Jabba smiled smugly as Liara lolled there, finally fully broken. Jabba had been too much for her fragile mind over their shared link. She lay there, quivering and twitching, her broken mind shattered to pieces.

Jack clapped eagerly and Miranda stroked Jabba’s belly, Shepard and herself cuddling against their master as he sighed from post-orgasmic pleasure. His contentment was disrupted as Bib Fortuna strode in, his robes flowing. The Twi’Lek ignored Liara’s form, cast at the end of the dais like trash and leaned close to his bloated master’s ear.

“Master…” He purred. “We received a signal from one of your ships…a Quarian has been sighted on board. A female Quarian, my lord…”