The desert wasteland of Tatooine stretched out before Ahsoka Tano, a seemingly endless expanse of sand and heat. She trudged through the dunes, her high boots sinking slightly with each step. The repulsorlift litter she led bounced along behind her, its occupant a constant source of whining and complaining.
“Ahsoka, it’s too hot. Ahsoka, I’m hungry. Ahsoka, why do we have to walk?” Rotta the Hutt’s voice was a slimy, whiny drone that grated on her nerves.
She rolled her eyes, resisting the urge to turn around and snap at him. “Because, Rotta, your father wanted you delivered in person. And because I’m being paid to do so.”
“But Ahsoka, I don’t want to go to my father. I want to stay with you.”
Ahsoka couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. Despite his whining, Rotta was a cute kid. But she had a job to do, and Jabba the Hutt was not known for his patience.
As they approached the palace, Ahsoka straightened her tunic and skirt, making sure everything was in place. She was dressed to impress, or at least to not offend. Jabba was known for his...appreciation of the female form, and she wanted to make sure she didn’t give him any reason to be upset.
The massive doors to the palace loomed ahead, and Ahsoka took a deep breath before pushing them open. The interior was cool and dim, a welcome relief from the harsh desert sun. She led Rotta inside, her boots clicking against the stone floor.
Jabba the Hutt was waiting for them, his massive form lounging on a throne. His eyes lit up as he saw Ahsoka, a lecherous grin spreading across his face.
“Ahsoka, my dear, you look ravishing as always.” His voice was a deep, rumbling purr that sent shivers down her spine.
She forced a smile, bowing slightly. “Jabba, I have brought Rotta as requested.”
Jabba’s gaze drifted down to her outfit, his eyes lingering on her legs. “Yes, I can see that. And I must say, your attire is most...enticing.”
Ahsoka’s face flamed, but before she could respond, Jabba’s tail snaked out and wrapped around her waist. She gasped as he pulled her roughly towards him, her body slamming against his.
“Jabba, what are you doing?” she demanded, struggling against his grip.
But Jabba’s strength was too much for her. He leaned down, his hot breath on her ear.
“I’m going to have a little fun with you, my dear. You’ve been such a good girl, delivering Rotta like this.”
His tail forced her to her knees, and Ahsoka’s heart raced as she realized what was happening. She tried to push him away, but Jabba’s tail held her in place.
“No, Jabba. I won’t—”
But her protest was cut off as Jabba pulled out his cock, shoving it into her mouth. She gagged, trying to scream, but Rotta immediately took the opportunity to insert his slimy cock into her mouth as well.
Ahsoka’s mind reeled as she was fucked from both ends, her legs twitching in her boots as Jabba’s fat carcass leaned on her. She felt Jabba’s cum flood her mouth and tried to spit it out, but Rotta quickly took Jabba’s place, shoving his cock into her pussy.
Ahsoka screamed in pain as Rotta fucked her in the ass, her body shaking with each thrust. Jabba’s long cock flew into her mouth once again, silencing her screams as she was fucked from both ends.
She couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe she was being used like this. But there was nothing she could do, no way to escape. She was trapped, at the mercy of Jabba the Hutt and his slimy son.
And as she was fucked mercilessly, Ahsoka knew that this was just the beginning. Jabba the Hutt was not known for his mercy, and she was at his complete and total mercy.
End of Chapter One.
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