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Boba Fett's Reward (Star Wars)
🕑 Added 2021-11-11 18:01:03 +0000 UTCFear, lust and trepidation warred in the slave’s heart. The former Jedi and general of the Clone Army Aayla Secura had certainly come a long way since that fateful day on Felucia.
Order 66...It certainly changed things in the galaxy. The old order that had existed for almost a thousand years was swept away by a tide of plasma fire and the dark side of the Force. It had seemed like it happened in an instant and out of the blue, but now that Aayla had time to think things through, she couldn’t believe how blind the Jedi Order had been. How blind she had been.
Not that mattered now. In the wake of the clones’ betrayal, Aayla didn’t have much choice but to forsake the cause she had once ardently believed in. Who could judge her now? The last time Aayla reached out into the Force, despite the vile morass of the dark side, she had been able to make out a few faint signs of other members of the Order.
This revelation, that all that was left of the Jedi Order were rats scurrying in the darker corners of the galaxy, afraid of the Empire’s, of Palpatine's reach, broke Aayla. It became abundantly clear that the age of the Light was over.
The only thing left for a former Knight of the Republic was her own survival. No matter the cost.
The twi’lek’s cheeks darkened with a blush when she remembered some of the things she had to go through before her master took her in. She was quite silly then, there still had been a small part of her too dumb to realise the reality of her situation. Aayla’s foolish pride had almost cost her life several times, and if it wasn’t for the Master’s grace….
Well, it was terrible to consider.
All that mattered now was serving her master’s will in all things. Her training into a proper twi’lek slave-whore had only recently ended, so this would be her first time serving Jabba’s will.
Aayla desperately hoped that she wouldn’t disappoint.
“Slave.”
Silence of the bedchambers was shattered by the newcomer's gruff voice. Startled, Aayla all but jumped out of the bed and quickly turned around.
Her heartbeat skyrocketed as adrenaline rushed through her system when she saw the stranger. A mad urge to flee gripped Aayla for a moment, but luckily it passed as quickly as it arrived. There was only one door out of the room and windows - the former Jedi had no chance against this Mandolorian.
It was doubtlessly a Mandolorian and not a clone trooper. Despite many similarities in armour design, none of the clone troopers Aayla had known had such a presence as this bounty hunter.
Boba Fett - it couldn’t be anyone else.
Aayla swallowed. The bounty hunter’s rise to infamy happened when she was already a slave, but even she had heard of his exploits. Suffice to say, Aayla doubted she would have been able to defeat him even in her prime, much less now when her body was primed for pleasure rather than fight.
Once again, the jedi-turned-slave thanked the Force for her good fortune of her owner’s patronage. Even someone as dangerous as Boba Fett would think twice before trying to take her down.
Nevertheless, Aayla was a slave and Boba, doubtlessly a client. She had an obligation, a duty even, to fulfill his every desire.
As best she could, Aayla tried to turn the embarrassing start around.
She sashayed to the armour-clad bounty hunter, swaying her hips and trying to show off her fertile, ready body.
The bounty hunter didn’t move even when Aayla put her hands on his chest plate and pressed herself into his side. It was hard to gauge the man’s reaction behind all that armour, but Aayla was sure she felt Boba stiffen.
Aayla smiled, a languid, dangerous smile of a woman that knew the effect she had on males of any species. Her nipples stiffened and heat pooled between her thighs.
By the Force, she was wet just thinking about all of the things she would ‘have to’ do for this bounty hunter. It was all so exciting!
Despite the years he master spent reshaping a former slave into a typical female member of her species, Aayla was yet to experience the brutal fucking that only the filthiest of sluts were priveleged to enjoy.
Tonight was the night, the last vestiges of her former identity would be discarded forever in favour of a new, debauched existence.
XxXxX
“Mmmm, I wouldn’t have thought a man of your reputation would grace my bedchambers.”
A clone, mandalorian and the deadliest bounty hunter in the known galaxy grunted, doing his best to hide his awkwardness as a gorgeous twi’lek female pressed her perky breasts into his shoulder.
For all that Boba spent most of his life among the shadier elements of the society, in some ways he was still a boy thrust too early into the dangers of the universe. Growing up, he learned to never trust surprises, but...perhaps Jabba’s unexpected reward could be an exception.
When Boba delivered the head of another traitor way ahead of the agreed time, Jabba proved to be uncharacteristically generous. In addition to a hefty amount of imperial credits Jabba insisted Boba sample the slave fresh from her training.
Only fools and Jedi dared to deny Jabba, and even Jedi rarely got away with that unscathed.
Boba’s eyes traced the Slave’s supple curves and smooth unblemished skin, a strange hunger awakening within him. He was by no means ignorant of the nature of his feelings - arousal was no stranger to the young bounty hunter, nor was it the first time he was exposed to a pretty woman’s body.
And yet there was something different about this case.
Nevermind, he was probably overthinking it.
Boba grabbed the slave by her lekku, drawing a grasp of excitement from the gorgeous woman. Her eyes widened and the coy look of a seductress was slowly replaced by the look of a whore who might just have bitten off more than she could possibly swallow.
At least not without a dominant male’s lead.
“I didn’t know my reputation spread far among the whores.” A rare grin found its way on Boba’s face. “I can’t think of anything I could have done to earn such acclaim.”
Twi’lek’s blue cheeks darkened. Embarrassed, the slave tried to regain a measure of control, but Boba could clearly see the lust clouding her ember eyes. He was not immune to it himself - his cock was rapidly hardening, rubbing pleasantly against the inner lining of his armour. The armour that was rapidly becoming more and more restrictive.
Twi’lek batted her eyelashes and spoke, her lips so close to Boba’s - their breaths mingled together.
He could smell the scent of her arousal and perfume, aroma only fanning the growing inferno within.
Twi’lek gasped when Boba’s cock sprang forth from his underwear, her eyes wide with fear and arousal. Almost reverently, she grasped the turgid cock, her hand comically dainty compared to the bounty hunter’s tool of domination.
Boba smirked, unable to contain a burst of pride that shot through him. Until this moment, his enormous manhood was more trouble than it was worth. But now he was beginning to understand the power a big dick had over the females of the Galaxy.
The slave licked her lips. Her tongue darted forth to taste the bid of precum already gathering on the cock’s end. She watched, entranced as Boba’s cock twitched. She had seen many great and terrible things during her life, but this peak of manhood easily eclipsed all of them.
Aayla took a deep breath, lightheaded from the musk that seemed designed to rot a fertile female’s brain, leaving nothing but a broodmare for male’s enjoyment.
She was not the only one to be affected by the atmosphere.
Boba Fett had enough of the slut’s teasing - he was going to take her right here and now.
Aayla came a little when Boba grabbed her sensitive lekku, the growths on her head were two massive erogenous zones. The blue-skinned twi’lek slave looked like an utter whore with her eyes rolled and mouth opened.
Boba was neve one to miss an opening.
He pulled on her lekku and roughly shoved his throbbing dick into Aayla’s mouth. Despite all of her training, the former Jedi immediately gagged, Boba’s cock proving to be larger than any dildo or strapon her trainers used.
Boba sighed, content to feel the slave’s muscles spasm around his cock. There was still almost half left outside of the twi’lek’s mouth and Boba knew that he would not be completely satisfied until the whore was gagging on all of it.
But it didn’t hurt to let the slut acclimate. Boba planned to take his time enjoying Jabba’s bonus and it wouldn’t do for the slut to pass out from the lack of air.
Still...the feeling that something was off persisted. It was like a buzzing insect that refused to let him enjoy the whore’s throat in peace. There was something suspicious about the woman fellating him, a niggling sense of familiarity and it was something Boba was determined to find out.
Still, who said business couldn’t be mixed with pleasure?
The twi’lek must have felt what was coming, because she suddenly looked up, her pretty ember eyes alight with fear and excitement.
Boba allowed a rare hungry grin to appear on his face, before he started impaling the slave’s throat on his cock. The twi’lek whore’s moans sent pleasant vibrations through his cock.
Oh, yes. Boba was going to use this slut for all that she was worth.
XxXxX
Aayla was in heaven.
Why didn’t she do this before? All those years wasted as a Jedi, when she could have been a proper twi’lek woman!
His cock was just so enormous! If it got even a little bit bigger, Aayla was sure her jaw would have been badly hurt….That didn’t stop Aayla from fantasizing about it.
The blue skinned twi’lek didn’t wear any underwear, so her arousal pooled on the floor, ruining the doubtlessly priceless carpet.
Aayla didn’t care.
It took all of her self-control not to give in completely and plunge her fingers into her yearning quim. But luckily her training prevailed - unless it was for the purpose of enticing, she was forbidden to touch her cunt.
After all, good girls edged.
Wriggling her tongue underneath the invading cock, Aayla did everything to please her first user, all but impaling her own throat on the bounty hunter’s fat cock. She was willingly turning herself into nothing but a set of holes for throbbing cocks and she enjoyed it!
Oh, she couldn’t even begin to imagine the shock, disgust and perhaps even some lust if any of her former comrades would have seen her on her knees servicing bounty hunter scum.
The thought sent a fresh wave of arousal, pushing Aayla right over the edge.
The former jedi moaned and twitched as she finally pushed her nose into Boba Fett’s pubes. She did. She finally accomplished what seemed like an impossibility - taking the entirety of that giant dick down her whorish throat.
A moment later Boba Fett let go and came, sending spurt after spurt of his hot cum down Aayla’s throat. The twi’lek moaned, disappointed that she couldn’t taste her first man’s seed, but Boba Fett’s hand held her lekku tightly. The only thing left for Aayla was to try to drain the man’s balls as much as possible.
XxXxX
After what felt like an eternity, Boba Fett finally tugged on the twi’lek’s lekku, pulling the slut away from his cock. The needy whine of disappointment was music to Boba’s ears. He made sure to slather the last few strands of cum all over the twi'lek face.
The brutal throatfucking left the slave’s makeup ruined, and the off-white blotches of cum only added to the image of a cheap spaceport hooker.
And yet….
The face!
It finally dawned on Boba where he’d seen this particular twi’lek whore.
Of course, at the time she held a much more respectable position, but seeing her current demeanor, Boba couldn’t believe she wasn’t always a filthy slut.
“Aayla Secura.” The former Jedi froze, her eyes wide with fear, darted to stare into his face. “Your new occupation is quite a change.”
Perhaps it was a bit cruel to drag things like that, but if there was one subject that could make Boba deviate from his stoic no-nonsense persona, it was Jedi.
It was truly quite a shame that he couldn’t participate in Order 66 - but now it seemed like he had an even better opportunity for revenge. Aayla was no Mace Windu, but Boba reckoned he would enjoy this type of payback much more.
Aayla tried to pull away and shake off the haze of lust and orgasm, but Boba just squeezed her lekku. The silly painslut actually orgasmed from this rough treatment, any thought of defiance gone, immediately.
“I won’t ask you how you came to be owned by Jabba the Hutt.” Boba’s cock began to harden again. “But what I do want to know is whether you know the location of others of your order?”
This was the crux of Boba’s idea. What was better than one jedi-turned-slut? More of them. Sure, after the imperial purges there were unlikely to be many remaining, but surely at least a handful out of thousands survived?
The women would be his, the men would then fetch a hefty price with the Emperor or his dog Darth Vader.
A spark of defiance ignited in Aayla’s eyes only to be snuffed out when the slut took another whiff of Boba’s musk. The blue-skinned twi’lek moaned and leaned in to wrap her lips around the head of Boba’s cock, cleaning his remaining seed off of it.
The most fearsome bounty hunter in the galaxy smirked and pulled Aayla off.
“Dumb slut,” Boba growled as he slapped Aayla’s face with his dick. “If you want more of my cock, then answer my questions.”
It seemed Aayla wasn’t completely fucked silly, because after the briefest moment of hesitation, she swallows and answers.
“I...I am not sure, but a couple of years ago I felt some of them on Felucia.”
There was shame in her eyes, shame and joy at the prospect of being fucked good and proper.
Boba raised an eyebrow.
“Well? Is this all you can tell me?” The bounty hunter shook his head. “Just how useless are you?”
Aayla shuddered with a fresh wave of arousal. Today, it seemed, was a day of discoveries of just how low the former jedi was willing to fall for the sake of her own lust.
“Please...please I will do better, just please fuck me!” Aayla whined, pitifully, and laid back onto the bed.
The twi’lek whore spread her legs, showing off her drenched cunt and asshole. She looked up at Boba, the very picture of a needy slut.
Boba chuckled. As fun as it was yanking the bitch’s chains, he still had balls full of hot churning cum, begging to be shot into a slave’s fertile womb.
Without warning, Boba speared Aayla’s pussy, in one fell swoop filling her to the brim. Both of them groaned, caught up in each other’s pleasure.
Aayla was so close to the brink, so close to what promised to be the biggest orgasm yet. She feared losing her virginity would be agonising, but the only thing suffusing Aayla’s body was delight at finally having her purity torn.
The former jedi hooked her legs behind Boba’s lower back, gripping him tightly and urging her lover to fuck her deeper and deeper until her very womb was nothing but a cumrag.
Boba slapped Aayla’s tits.
Ones.
Twice.
More.
The bounty hunter rained blows on the poor twi’lek’s breasts, reveling in the former jedi’s cries of agony.
“What a filthy painslut.” Boba thought with glee, feeling Aayla’s cunt muscles grip him tighter and tighter after each slap. “Hopefully her former jedi comrades would prove to be just as pleasant to play with.”
Feeling his orgasm swiftly approaching, Boba doubled his pace, hammering at the entrance of Aayla’s womb. Suddenly, he lunged forth and gripped the slave’s neck, restricting her breathing. Finally Boba penetrated Aayla’s womb and came, filling it with his hot seed.
Aayla’s tongue lolled out, her face the picture of a whore fucked silly.
Boba watched, satisfied, his cum trickling out of Aayla’s abused cunt. Technically the former jedi still belonged to Jabba, but he was sure Hutt would be amenable to a trade.
