All Part of the Plan - Chapter 4 - The Fourth Day, Part 1

Chapter 4: The Fourth Day, Part 1

She awoke for once before the Gamorreans, lying cuddled up against Tukk. Who, she immediately recalled, she had sucked off and teased last night. In the cold light of morning Leia wasn't sure that had been a great idea. It was too late now, though, and that was the least of her worries.

She had been sure that her pussy would feel better after a night's sleep. It didn't. It felt much worse. The itching was almost unbearable, and just shifting her legs made her flinch a little. Sitting up naked in bed, she examined herself. She was horrified to see that her inner lips were an unhealthy shade of purple-red, and her whole cuntal mouth was crusted over with some sort of bad-smelling gunk. This definitely wasn't good.

Leaning over, she gently shook Tukk awake.

The Gamorrean sat groggily up and looked at her, his morning wood making an appearance.

"I need to go see the medical droid," she told him, concern obvious in her voice. "Something's wrong with me."

Real alarm blossomed in Tukk's eyes, and he hurriedly jumped out of bed and began to throw on his clothing. She was almost touched by his concern before she remembered what would likely happen to him if she met with severe harm in his care. Forcing back a worried smirk, she dressed herself, at least as dressed as her costume would allow.

As soon as they were decent, he took her leash, and they proceeded through the halls of the palace toward the medical bay. Just walking was uncomfortable, and she unhappily concluded that whatever was wrong with her, it wasn't just soreness from rough sex.

R-P1S was in the medical bay when they arrived. "Ah, you're back. I'm not surprised. What seems to be the trouble today?"

"I've got some soreness and itching in my lower parts," Leia told him. "I may have some sort of infection."

"Hmmm. Well, we shall see." The droid turned its glowing eyes to the hovering Tukk. "Guard, please wait outside. I don't want you to get... overexcited."

Tukk grunted uneasily, but reluctantly turned and left the room. The droid closed the blast doors behind him, and then turned to Leia. "Very well, flesh slave. Remove all of your clothing and mount the procedure table for an examination."

Nodding, she started to comply, feeling mixed feelings about Tukk's absense. This was probably best done in private, considering the area in question. On the other hand, some friendly company would have helped ease her apprehension. There was something different about the droid from last time... she peered at it, considering. Same roughly humanoid torso and head, mounted centaurlike on a roughly oval lower body, held up by four spiderlike legs.

"You have four arms this time," she said as she took off the last of her clothing. "An upgrade?"

"My limbs are modular. I add and remove them as needed." He watched as she hopped up to sit on the hard steel examination table. "Please open your legs to allow me access to your breeding cavity."

"I bet you say that to all the girls," Leia told him with dark sarcasm. It certainly did seem to be a popular request lately. She did though, leaning back on her hands behind her, spreading her legs at the edge of the table. She flinched as the movement of the muscles sent unpleasant twinges through her pelvis.

Moving closer, R-P1S examined her. Picking up a diagnostic tool from a nearby tray, he unceremoniously inserted it an inch into her vagina, causing her to bite her lip. He held it still for almost twenty seconds, after which it beeped, and he withdrew it with the same lack of delicacy.

"Trandosharian Crotch Rot," the droid said crisply. "A common spaceport disease for flesh slaves in the Outer Rim. Still in very early stages, through."

Leia stared at him, mortified. "That's... you can't be serious!" The idea of catching a sexualy transmitted disease like a cheap prostitute had somehow never occured to her.

"Quite serious," R-P1S replied. "You probably contracted it from Ree-Yees. The stage of development fits the timeline, and I've suspected the Gram of being a carrier for some time now."

"You know about the Ree-Yees... performance?" Leia asked, unhappily. If the news had reached all the way down here overnight, how far had it spread?

The droid gave a harsh mechanical chuckle. "Dear flesh slave. You are wearing a collar that monitors your physical reactions. All of your physical reactions. I have been monitoring your extremely active sexual history since you arrived. I know the identity of your partners and the number of times they succeeded in bringing you to orgasm."

"What!?" Leia yelped, her eyes widened in dismay and her cheeks reddened with embarassment. "You... that's..."

"Of course I maintain full patient confidentiality," R-P1S told her pleasantly. "Except for Jabba, of course, if he should ask. Your sexual affinity towards repeated vaginal intercourse with Gamorreans will remain a secret."

"R-right." Flustered and angry, Leia glared accusingly at the droid. "I thought all that crap you squirted up my ass was vaccines for diseases, specifically to prevent this sort of thing?"

"It was. However, there is no vaccine or preventative treatment for Trandosharian Crotch Rot, because it is not a virus or other sort of microbe. It is a virulent fungal parasite that prefers the habitat of flesh orifices such as the human breeding cavity. It can also exist in a milder form inside the scrotum or scrotum equivalent of many races, to create a carrier."

"Absolutely fascinating," she replied, voice dripping sarcasm. "Is it treatable?"

"Oh yes, very much so. Especially since you came in so early. Last night would have been preferable, of course, but it's still in the initial stages. In a week it would have colonies under the flesh of your cavity, and permanent, ah, alterations of your flesh matrix would have resulted."

Leia shuddered. "Glad I came in, then." Something struck her, and she frowned in alarm. "Ree-Yees also was, um, intimate with Trischa Secura and Lyn Me. Should they be sent for to be treated as well, or will they come in on their own?"

R-P1S shook its metal head. "The breeding cavity of the Twi'lek female is resistant to fungal afflictions of all sorts. Something to do with the makeup of their lubricant. There's no case of a Twi'lek female with Trandosharian Crotch Rot in known medical history."

"Lucky them." Leia sighed. "Okay. Do I just get a bottle of pills, or a shot?"

"Neither. I will be administering a topical fungicidal gel specially formulated for this. There will be some discomfort which you will simply have to bear." The droid set the tool down on an instrument tray. "Lie back on the table and keep your legs open so that I have access to your breeding cavity."

Unhappily, she complied, laying back on her elbows. She looked down between her breasts so that she could still see what was going on. "Are you just going to spray it in?"

"No. Friction is needed to dislodge the existing growths as they are eradicated." R-P1S set several small containers on the nearby instrument tray, then turned to face her. As he advanced forwards on his spiderlike legs, a small port in the front of his ovoid lower body opened up. From it emerged a long, slightly curved shaft, rounded at the tip. It was covered in what looked like tiny cilla or soft bristles, and the whole thing was soaked in a bright blue gel, which oozed from the extended length, dripping globs of it on the floor.

Leia swallowed. She had a pretty good idea where that shaft was going to go, and she suspected it was going to hurt. "Try not to be too rough," she said, hating herself for asking.

"A certain amount of vigor will be required," the droid told her unsympathetically. "But the treatment has a one-hundred-percent success rate." He stepped closer still, and brought the dripping shaft up to the lips of her exposed vulva. "This will initially feel cold and painful. Feel free to scream."

"I am not going to AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Leia howled as the droid grabbed her thighs with its lower set of hands and pulled her forcefully towards it, impaling her on the cold metal and slimy attachment.

The pain from disturbing the infection was white hot and searing, and she screamed long and loud as R-P1S began to move her and his hull back and forth, pushing the bristly rod in and out of her burning vagina. Her hands clawed at the table, and she thrashed and squirmed in agony.

Quickly, however, the pain began to die away, replaced by a soothing tingling sensation and waves of stimulation. Slowly, her raw, animal screams faded, to be replaced by choking gasps for breath as her chest heaved and fell.

"The outer crust has been mostly dislodged," R-P1S informed her after seeing her reaction. "Now scrubbing of the cavity can begin." There was a whirring noise, and suddenly the semi-flexible shaft sliding through her ravaged cunt began to rotate, slowly at first, then doubling in speed.

Leia gasped at the new sensation. It was rubbing against every pleasurable spot inside her, spots that were extra sensitive at the moment due to her condition. There was still a bit of pain, but it was lost in the soothing tingle and the sheer degree of physical pleasure she was receiving. "T-that... ohhh... that's..."

The droid adjusted his grip on her thighs, pulling her body in closer so that her butt was pressing against his metal hull as he thrust the whirling rod in her.

She broke off in a deep, unrestrained moan and laid back. Her legs clamped involuntarily around his round hull, and she flushed as she realized how this must look. This was a medical treatment with a droid, not... not... she moaned again, her head arcing back and her legs tightening. Thank the Force he had sent Tukk out, she thought dazedly. She needed to get herself under control. She needed...

A scream of raw pleasure ripped from her lips. Soon her sexual moans and panting were constant as her hips writhed on the metal table, her ass rhythmically slapping against R-P1S's hull as he plowed her sopping cunt with his slimy, spinning shaft. She started to unconsicously push back against him, her hands gripping the edge of the table for purchase.

When her pleasure had built to a peak, she felt the telltale convulsions begin in her tunnel, and shook her head in disbelief. Surely not. But yes; as a throaty scream of sated desire ripped from her lips she shuddered and experienced a long and hard climax. As she quivered and spasmed on the metal table, she flushed a bright red. To be brought to orgasm by a medical droid was just... well, she had endured a lot of indignity lately.

"Good. You have achieved an orgasm. The extra fluid will aid in flushing the breedng cavity." R-P1S seemed pleased. "We still have time remaining. If my analysis of your past orgasm data is accurate, you are likely to cum for me at least once more."

"I'm n--not cumming... for You, you metal--" Leia broke off into a long, lustful groan as he adjusted the angle of his protrusion. Her back lifted off the table as she squeezed her feet more tightly around him, her breath coming in panting gasps

"Indeed." The droid bent forwards a little, and his upper set of arms reached out to take hold of her jiggling breasts.

Leia flushed further as his metal hands kneaded her breasts, moving rubber-tipped fingers to her nipples. "W-what are... are y-you..."

Her words dissolved into a low, intense cry of arousal as he took her erect, diamond-hard nipples between rubber-coated fingers. As he pinched them, as if adjusting his grip, she felt the rotation speed of the rod threshing in and out of her tight, swollen hole begin to rise.

"You like that, yes?" R-P1S asked her. "Cum for me again, now."

"I.. I..." Leia's mouth worked soundlessly, unable to pretend this was simply a medical proceedure any more. "I..." Her mind couldn't focus. The ecstacy in her clenching pussy, in the hard tips of her heaving breasts, the feel of her legs clamped around the droid vigorously fucking her...

Against her will, she exploded a second time, her moans reaching a delirious, desperate wail. Her body arched and trembled as she rotated her hips and pressed herself tightly onto his spinning shaft, her lustful cries of carnal satisfaction rising and falling as she urged the droid on with her legs and hips.

Then searing pain shot through both areola, and her cries of pleasure turned instantly to a surprised scream. Still convulsing in the throes of orgasm, she could see that he had extended two steel needles from his fingers, impaling her horizontally through the side of each nipple. A thread-thin trickle of blood ran down each quivering mound, and she stared numbly at the droid as her climax shook her and her moans told of both sexual bliss and physical pain.

"Excellent. As I predicted, you are more pliant while being serviced." R-P1S made a harsh chittering sound. "The duration of the procedure should be sufficient to kill the fungus, but I believe I will make you cum once more."

Flushing a bright crimson, Leia started to say something. Before she could, the droid began to double the vigor of his thrusts into her, and her words were lost in a tide of white-hot pleasure that seemed to erupt from her ravaged tunnel like a star going nova. Metal fingers played with her stiff and impaled nipples, creating a sensation unlike any she had known before, and her eyes almost rolled back in her head.

Leia's body surrendered completely to her metal conqueror, thrusting back against it and writhing in exultation as he possessed her. Dimly she could hear her own slurred, eager voice, begging the droid to keep fucking her.

The final orgasm was short, sharp, and intense. When it was over, she was a trembling, limp mass sprawled on the table, breathing quickly and heavily.

"I doubt any other droid has brought you to orgasm three times in a row." R-P1S's voice was smug. "I will review my sensory logs of this at leisure to be better prepared for your future visits."

Leia breathed heavily and turned her head away, unwilling to speak. An alarmingly strong part of her was eager for the droid to keep servicing her, perhaps bringing her to orgasm number four. The rest of her was deeply ashamed and angry at what had just happened.

Slowly R-P1S retracted the shaft into his hull. Her gaping pussy oozed a stream of blue gel, her own slickness, and specks of crusted remains as the combined fluids puddled between her thighs and then flowed into a channel at the edge of the table and a desposal hole. The droid waited for the flow to stop before releasing her thighs and wiping her off with an autotowel. Then the droid's lower arms reached for a dermal regenerator on the instrument table, and moved it over her impaled nipples for several seconds. Finally satisfied, the droid picked up a small container, opened it, and removed two small gold hoops. Retracting the needles back into its digits, the droid took the two rings and passed the thin wire tops through the now-healed piercings that the needles had created.

Eyes wide, realizing the rings had nothing to do with the crotch rot treatment, Leia stared down at the two gold rings now hanging from the tips of her breasts. "Why?"

"Jabba's instructions, for the next time you were in the medical bay. These nipple rings will be harmless enough as long as you avoid catching them on anything. Studies have shown that piercing certain locations on the body causes an increase in desirable sensitivity in both male and female human flesh beings. And they serve as decorative jewelry for fashion or cultural exhibition."

"Oh." The two rings at her nipples felt incredibly strange. Not bad, necessarily, but it was going to take some getting used to. She eased herself up on her elbows, noting how the rings moved as her breasts swayed. "Are we done yet?"

"One second." A small device extended from his hull on a stick, and touched a spot between beneath her pussy, near her anus. There was a very slight burning sensation, and then the device withdrew. "There. You may get dressed now."

"What was that for?" she asked.

"Skin sample for records," the droid lied.

Actually he'd burned an ultradermal tattoo microdot into her skin half an inch over her asshole. Flesh eyes would take it for a small mole if they noticed it at all. Any medical droid who did a complete body scan of her, however, would quickly decode a small audio-video file. The recording depicted Leia with her legs wrapped around R-P1S's metal hull, convulsing and gasping in blissful orgasm as she urged him on. That wasn't part of his instructions or good medical practice, but his programming was somewhat deviant and he took a perverse pleasure in knowing that every medical droid who attended her for the rest of her life would know that she had eagerly had multiple orgasms for him, begging him to satisfy her.

Blissfully ignorant of this, Leia dressed in her skimpy clothes as swiftly as possible. As disturbing as this whole medical procedure had been, she had to admit that her lower crotch felt normal again. Well, no, not normal, she told herself, flushing; she felt like she had just been vigorously fucked to satisfaction three times. She still wasn't sure what to think of that or what, if anything, it said about her. She was just going to put it down to pure physical stimulation and get the hell out of here.

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The blast doors opened, and Leia emerged from the medical bay to find all four Gamorreans waiting outside. Tukk snuffled questioningly at her.

Leia forced a smile. "All better," she said with a lightness she didn't quite feel. "It was a simple problem for the medical tech to take care of."

All four of the guards looked relieved at that, she noted. Tukk handed her a small parcel containing some flavored wafers and a small flask of water, and she leaned against the wall and ate. They'd been to the dining hall already, she surmised.

As she washed her breakfast down, Gugg glanced at Tukk and the others and snorted a suggestion of some sort. All three of them reacted positively to whatever he had said, looking pleased. When she finished and stood, Tukk took hold of her chain, and they proceeded on their way through the palace.

As the four Gamorrean guards continued to lead her, Leia got more and more confused and apprehensive. They weren't going to their quarters, but they were heading somewhere in the Gamorrean section of the underpalace. Not to the canteen, though. Tukk hadn't shown any objections, quite the contrary, so she wasn't overly worried; still, she didn't like new places or routines in this hive. They tended to be unpleasant surprises.

The group stopped at a door, and Gugg opened a pouch and fetched a credstick. He inserted it into the slot on the side of the door. There was a beeping noise, and the door hissed and slowly swung open, revealing what appeared to be a locker room. The Gamorreans trooped inside, and Leia followed.

The door shut behind them, and immediately, to her distress, all four Gamorreans began to strip off their clothing and set it and their gear on shelves. She moved into a corner while they disrobed, until finally they were completely naked. Tukk glanced over at her, and mimed that she should remove her own meager coverings.

Leia stared back at him, feeling betrayed and trapped. Was she going to have to service all four of them now? Why had he turned against her like this? Had she just been fooling herself? Swallowing nervously, she slowly removed her clothing. It wasn't as if she had any choice in the matter.

When she was nude, Gugg pressed a button, and an interior door swung open, sending a puff of steam into the locker room. Giving her chain a gentle tug, Tukk led her into the second chamber, the others following.

It was a circular, sizable, wood-lined room with a pit in the middle holding hot stones. A steady stream of water trickled down onto them, sending steam billowing through the room in great clouds. Benches lined the walls, and one space held an automated serving unit. Baskets filled with sweet-smelling herbs from Gamor hung from the ceiling, and an unseen speaker piped music similar to the kind she had heard played in the guard canteen a few nights ago. As she looked around in confusion, the four Gamorreans walked past her to the serving unit. Each took a dish-like cup and a clay jug, and then walked to a bench and sat down with a happy sigh.

Understanding dawned, and with it sheer relief. This was a sauna. They were just indulging in a trip to the sauna, and since she had to go with them, she was here too. With a heartfelt smile, she sat down next to Tukk, feeling a little foolish for doubting him.

"Is this a custom on your homeworld?" she asked.

He nodded, snorting something and pouring liquid from his jug into the dish. He took a long sip, gave a pleased sigh, and then offered the other end of the vessel to her.

Leia accepted it, and took a cautious sip of the clear liquid. It was surprisingly good; a strange but appealing liquor, no doubt some sort of Gamorrean distillation from a plant on their world. She could also taste the faint but unmistakable signs that marked it as synthehol, which didn't surprise her. The heavily modified alcohol could give you a buzz, even get you fairly tipsy, but it couldn't get you falling-down drunk and the effects wore off within minutes after you stopped drinking. It was popular among professions such as interceptor pilots and law enforcement, who wanted to drink heavily sometimes, but who also needed to be alert and fully functional with short notice.

She took a larger sip, and coughed a little as the fiery stuff went down her throat, providing a warm glow. Handing it back to Tukk, she watched as he drank the remains of the vessel, then poured it full again from the jug. Over down the way, she could see the other three doing likewise. He handed the dish back to her, and she took another long sip, feeling her muscles relax in the warm moist air.

"This isn't half bad," she told Tukk.

He nodded in agreement as she passed it back to him, and he took a drink. Then he looked at her, and his eyes widened a bit. Snorting, he pointed at her chest.

"Oh, these?" She fingered one of the gold rings. "The medical droid did it. Jabba's orders."

He made a wincing face, and then mimed a questioning look.

Leia shook her head. "No, they don't hurt. They just feel sort of sensitive and strange. They're not something I ever would have had done myself." She reached over and tapped the tattoo on his left breast, around the dark green nipple. "Do they not do this sort of decoration where you're from?"

He shook his head, clearly fascinated by the gold loops dangling from the tip of each breast. Taking another sip, he passed the vessel back to her, and with a slight smile she took another long drink, draining the last of the dish with enjoyment. The liquor gave her insides a pleasant glow, and she handed the empty cup back to him.

Tukk set it down on the bench, then reached under it and took out a clear bottle of some sort of fluid. Sliding the cap open, he poured some into his palms, then began to rub it into his arms and chest. Curious, Leia leaned a little closer, sniffing. It seemed to be some sort of sweet-smelling oil, perhaps made with the same herbs in the hanging baskets.

"This is part of the ritual as well?" she asked.

Nodding, Tukk snuffled something; his meaning was lost on her. She could see the other Gamorreans alternating drinking with applying their own coats of oil. Gromo said something to Magg, and the other guard obligingly moved over next to him and began oiling his back for him.

"Here, give me some of that," she said without thinking.

Tukk obligingly passed her the bottle, and she squirted some into each palm. Then, getting up, she straddled one of his knees, facing him. Adjusting her seat on his broad leg, Leia reached behind him and began to rub the scented oil into his broad back.

Smiling, Tukk reached for the jug and dish, poured a new draught, and then took a long, satisfied sip.

She smiled back and continued to massage the oil in, her slick hands kneading his back muscles. Tukk started to pass her the vessel, seemed to realize that both her hands were occupied, and instead raised the cup to her lips himself. She tilted her head back very slightly, and he poured a long sip into her mouth. Swallowing, Leia grinned at him, feeling relaxed and a little playful. She was probably a little tipsy, she recognized, but not truly drunk. Just enough to take the tension off.

"Do you do this for hygiene?" she asked, noting with triumph that she wasn't slurring her words. "Or relaxation?"

Tukk shrugged slightly, and grunted something. She picked up the gist; we just do. He took a drink, smacking his lips, and then moved the dish back to her waiting lips. Gulping it down, she worked her way down the back of his torso, perspiring now in the warm air.

Her eyes happened to glance down, and she noticed that he had a massive erection. Not entirely surprising, with a naked woman sitting on his knee rubbing oil into his back. Again to her surprise, Leia found that she didn't mind, was even a little gratified by the response.

"I seem to have gotten your attention," she murmured, giving his groin a pointed look.

Tukk gave a deep, stifled chuckle and took another drink. He was looking at her chest, she noted, seemingly enthralled by the golden rings. He reached out one hand towards one, then stopped and glanced at her questioningly.

She hesitated, then nodded. "Go ahead," she said. "Just be careful."

Nodding, he reached out and fingered the left hoop, swinging it up and down. She squirmed a bit at the feel of the piercing's movement inside her nipple, then gave a short gasp as he gave it a very slight, gentle tug. The sensation was... she'd certainly never felt anything that intense from her aureola before. One broad finger tapped the top of her nipple, and she shivered in the warm, humid air.

Her hands were almost down to the top of his buttocks now, and as she squirmed a bit on his leg she could feel a certain squelch. She was wet, and from the gleam in his eye Tukk was aware of it.

He gave the ring a very slight twist, making her stifle a groan, and brought the cup to her lips again. She closed her eyes and drank, a warm feeling flowing through her. She was so horny right now. She probably shouldn't have drunk as much as she had. Tukk gave the nipple ring another tug, and she marveled at how sensitive she was there now.

Tukk gulped down the last of the dish, then tried to pour some more. The jug was empty, and he made a disgruntled noise. Leia smiled at him and stood up, her hands leaving his back. "I'll get another jug from the server," she said, taking the empty one to bring back. "Just a minute."

She crossed the room a little unsteadily, the steam clouding her vision and the synthehol in her bloodstream high enough to begin affecting her balance. Reaching the server, she punched in the order for a refill and tried to clear her head. What was she doing? Just being friendly? Coming on to him? They were probably going to have sex again tonight anyway, so was their really any harm in that?

Leia flushed a little in a way that had nothing to do with synthehol. Any harm? That was a question she'd ask for something she wanted to do. Did she want to do this? She didn't know. In the moment, caressing his back, having him play with her nipple, she had definitely been enjoying it. She shook her head, confused. Too much synthehol, she decided.

Without warning, a pair of large hands seized her from behind, and she yelped. Magg had come up behind her, and now as Leia thrashed in his rough grip he started to bodily drag her back towards a bench in the far part of the room. His stiff penis jabbed her in the back of her thigh as she struggled, making it clear exactly what he intended to do to her. A sort of despairing numbness came over her as the memories of the previous times he had enjoyed her flashed through her mind, seeming to sap the strength from her limbs. Distantly, she heard Gugg and Gromo's anticipatory laughter as she was dragged across the floor towards the bench where he clearly intended to mount her. They would take a turn when Magg was done, she knew with cold certainty.

Tukk surged off his seat like a charging bull. Covering the distance between them in a few swift strides, he wrapped an arm around Leia's waist and violently shoved the unprepared, weaker Magg with his other hand, sending the cruel guard tumbling backwards to the floor. Sensing a conflict, Leia moved behind him, and Tukk stared angrily at Magg before snorting something empthatic.

With a roar, Magg jumped to his feet. Gromo now got up and moved to stand next to him, oinking something angry at Tukk. All of them glanced to Gugg, who simply smiled, took a long drink of his liquor, and then belched. Then he leaned back, apparently content to simply watch.

Magg and Gromo glanced at each other, nodded, and then began to close in on Tukk. He moved into a fighting crouch, and Leia hurriedly took several steps back, watching with fear and apprehension. The three Gamorreans slowly drew closer, their oiled, sweaty, muscular bodies tensing, their erections still jutting from between their legs. An air of barely contained violence filled the sauna.

Without warning, Magg charged, catching even Gromo by surprise. He barreled towards Tukk swinging both arms wildly, apparently hoping to overwhelm the other Gamorrean with the sudden fury of his attack.

Tukk, however, reacted quickly. He sidestepped the first punch, deflected the second with his forearm, and then threw an underhand punch with his other hand that sent Magg staggering back. At about the same time Gromo recovered from his surprise and moved in, jabbing.

Tukk caught a punch to the ribs before he could recover, grunted, and then grabbed Gromo's arm as he threw his next jab. With the other Gamorrean thus exposed, Tukk swung into the center of his chest, sending Gromo flying backwards in a heap.

Leia watched, tensely excited. She was an expert hand-to-hand fighter, and just from the short exchange so far she could tell that both Gromo and Magg were well below her level of training. If she had to fight one of them in an open space with plenty of room to maneuver, she thought she had a decent chance of taking them, even with their strength and weight advantage. Tukk on the other hand was clearly either far better trained than them, or had far more aptitude, or a mix of both. And he was bigger and stronger, too. One-on-one he ought to be able to beat either of them without much trouble, but quanity had a quality all it's own, and any experienced fighter knew that fighting multiple people at once was difficult even for an expert.

Gromo and Magg got to their feet, glanced at each other, and began moving forward again. No wild charges this time, Leia sensed; they were going to go in together. Tukk waited, shifting his weight as he crouched. When they came within striking distance, he feinted a punch at Gromo, causing the smaller Gamorrean to reflexively take a step back. Tukk immediately sidestepped, catching a glancing blow from Magg as he did. Magg's body was now between Gromo and Tukk, and Magg seemed to instantly realize his peril. He raised his arms defensively, clearly intending to simply try and counter or absorb any attacks from Tukk until Gromo could get back into position.

Tukk threw a powerful, overhand swing directly for Magg's face, and Leia almost groaned in disappointment. It was a devastating swing, but it was so telegraphed that Magg ought to be able to defend against it easily. Sure enough, Magg twisted his head to one side, and the punch flew harmlessly past, leaving Tukk overextended and open. Leia winced and waited for the retaliation... only Magg was folding like an accordion and staggering away, clutching his middle.

She grinned. Tukk had started a obvious, powerful overhand punch right at Magg's face... and then a split second later, he had thrown an fast underhand punch with his other fist at Magg's gut. The two punches had arrived at the same time, but Magg had only seen the one at eye level, heading for his face. It was a move that took practice to pull off, but very effective if your opponent wasn't prepared for it.

Gromo now retreated several steps, not willing to engage Tukk while Magg was down.

After a few seconds pained squealing, Magg straightened, and snorted something at Gromo. The other guard nodded agreement, and once again they began to close slowly in. Only this time, Leia saw, rather than coming in shoulder to shoulder, Gromo was edging off to the side. He was trying to flank Tukk, Leia realized in sudden concern, so that he could attack from the side or behind while Magg engaged him from the front. Even despite the skill differences, she didn't think Tukk could fight that off. She got to her feet, intending to attack Gromo and distract him long enough for Tukk to deal with Magg, then coldly forced herself to sit down. If she actually attacked one of the guards she was almost certain Gugg would get involved, which would end any chance they had. And the consequences for her afterwards would likely be severe. If Tukk lost here, she was just going to be fucked by all of them again; the prospect made her stomach clench, but ultimately it was meaningless. She would have to wait and hope.

Tukk clearly realized his danger. Rather than wait, he charged Magg, ramming physically into the startled guard. The two Gamorreans grappled, their oiled, muscular bodies straining against each, their hands scrabbling for purchase on nude limbs slick with sweat and scented oil. Gromo rushed towards them, and Tukk clearly sensed that his time to act was short. He grabbed a fistful of Magg's cock and ballsack and twisted, squeezing, evoking a squeal of agony from the other guard. As Gromo arrived and punched Tukk in the jaw, the big guard threw Magg across the room into a wall, where he slumped to the floor, whimpering in pain. Turning on Gromo, Tukk blocked a second swing towards his face with his shoulder, and then brutally slammed his elbow into the guard's gut. As Gromo doubled over, Tukk yanked his head back up and planted a punch directly into his face. Gromo fell backwards, staggering like a drunk before coming to rest on a bench.

Grunting angrily, Tukk spat a stream of bloody spittle into the pit of hot stones and turned this way and that, daring anyone to come at him again.

Leia stared, mesmerized. He was normally so placid; she hadn't really understood the level of sheer animal violence he was capable of when enraged. It was... exciting.

Aggressively, Tukk spun to face Gugg, and snorted what sounded like a challenge.

Gugg took a contemplative drink from his cup, then oinked a relaxed laugh and held up his hands in a universal signal of 'no, I'm not joining this fight'. Leia didn't sense any fear from him, though... just an unwillingness to fight Tukk here and now for the privilege of sex with her.

Satisfied, Tukk nodded to Gugg and returned to his bench.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Leia retreived their cup and the full jug and came over to sit next to him. "Thanks," she said quietly. "Are you hurt?"

He shook his head, then opened his mouth and pointed; there was a small cut, oozing blood. Nothing very serious. He poured a drink from the jug and drank, wincing as the alcohol contacted the wound. Then he handed the cup to her, and she gratefully took a long swig, feeling her heartrate drop and her muscles relax again.

They passed the cup back and forth for a minute, coming down from the adrenaline high. Then Tukk picked up the bottle of oil, and pointed at it, snorting a question.

"Me?" She did rather like the scent. "Sure." She smiled, guessing his next suggestion. "You want to put it on?"

He snorted, and she stood up. "Let me move where you can reach. Slide down on the bench a bit."

Tukk complied, moving into a slumping sort of reclining seated posture.

Leia carefully sat down on his lap, facing away from him, her butt on his lower abdomen. "There you go," she murmured. "Do a good job."

She heard the sounds of the oil being rubbed between his palms, and then his hands reached out and began to rub it into her shoulders. She relaxed under the massage, the smell of the sweet oil mingling with the musky odors of their sweat. She picked up the vessel and jug from the seat next to them, poured herself some, and sipped at it as his big hands eased the knots out of her muscles.

There was movement between her legs, and she glanced down to see his erection, which had flagged a bit, quickly coming up again. Soon it was fully rampant, pointing up at her from between her legs.

Amused, she took another sip, and patted him on the side of the thigh. "Good work so far. Keep it up."

His hands worked their way down her back, rubbing the oil in. She raised the vessel up over her head and back to his toothy mouth, giving him a sip before bringing it back down for her own swallow.

Across the room, Magg and Gromo were sitting slumped on their benches, clearly trying to clear their heads and get their wind back. They had the air of people who knew they'd lost. Good, she thought with satisfaction.

Tukk's hands now slid around to her front. They started at her collarbone, but slowly moved down. Before very long they were cupping her firm breasts, kneading, squeezing, rubbing the slippery oil across them. Leia stifled a pleased gasp; the feel was... stimulating. She was suddenly very conscious of his presense behind her, of the smell of him, of his lingering aggression and physicality from the fight. Her heart beat faster, and she took another drink of liquor just as his fingers began to play with her piercings again, making her give a gurgling moan around a mouthful of Synthehol. Her thighs tightened together, trapping his hard penis between her legs, the tip emerging from them to point up at her.

He teased her slick twin mounds, twisting and tugging on the gold rings, and Leia had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. She reached up and back again, pressing her oiled back against his bare, muscular chest, and brought the vessel to his waiting lips. Her hands were trembling very slightly, and some of it spilled, splashing down over her face, the tops of her quivering breasts, her hair. Tukk drank deeply, then watched as she brought the cup down and sipped from it herself. One of his hands left her breasts, and began to slowly move down her stomach, caressing the slick oil into her flesh.

She knew where that hand was going. And she was so deeply aroused that she wasn't inclined to tell him no, although she knew it was a bad idea. Right now she was uncertain how far this was going to go, of how far she wanted it to go. Given what had started the fight, it was a bad idea to be doing this in front of the other guards. Yet that also made it somehow more desirable and exciting: see what you can't have, you vermin?

Tukk's hand reached to the top of her pubic strip, and then a klaxon by the door sounded.

Gugg immediately stood; Gromo and Magg followed, with somewhat less energy. Making a frustrated noise, Tukk sighed, then reluctantly removed his hands from her body. A little relieved, Leia lightly ran a finger over the tip of his erection, then opened her legs a bit and stood up off his lap.

Swaying a little, they all walked together into the locker area, and then into a much smaller, secondary chamber with drains in the tile floor and a ledge holding a row of wooden buckets and spigots. It was uncomfortably cramped, and as close as she tried to keep to Tukk, Leia couldn't help brushing up against the other Gamorreans. The sensation of them on all sides and the overwhelming scent of the sweat and oil covering their naked bodies all combined to make her feel a strange mix of faint, nervous, and aroused, especially given what she had just been doing with Tukk.

Each of them took a wooden bucket, filled it, and then started to dump water over each other's heads. With a look of faint amusement, Tukk dumped a bucket over her, causing her to gasp and sputter. It was ice cold! The shock of it seemed to drive away the fog and lightheadedness, as well as much of her arousal, and she stood shivering in the pack of them as they poured away with abandon.

Finally they were done, and she could tell that the sweat and most of the oil had been washed away, leaving just a faint lingering herbal scent. They returned to the locker room, and all proceeded to dress. When they were finished, Tukk took her leash and led her out into the hall.

---

As they proceeded along, Leia sized up the other guards. Gugg seemed fairly content. Gromo also seemed to consider the matter over; his body language was relaxed again and he spoke now and then to Tukk in a non-hostile manner. Magg, on the other hand, was radiating sullen anger and resentment. He clearly didn't consider the matter closed. From time to time he would look at her, and the look in his eyes made Leia shiver.

He still wants to fuck me, she thought. Only now, instead of just hurting me while he does it, he wants me to really suffer. If he thought he could get away with it, he'd kill me after fucking me. And he was stupid and aggressive enough to try and wait for a chance. No matter what, she could never allow herself to be alone with him.

The synthehol was rapidly fading from her system, and she evaluated her feelings and behavior in the steam bath more clearly. It was clear to her that she liked consensual sex, a lot. Far more than she had expected she would. And the fight had been... she had always secretly gotten a thrill out of people risking themselves for her, even though she had been careful never to encourage it. It was one of the things that attracted her to Han... and to Luke, although her feelings towards Luke were something she'd never been able to figure out. She cared deeply for him and he certainly wasn't just a good friend, but at the same time she didn't feel a romantic passion for him the way she did with Han. On the other hand, she couldn't claim that her feelings for him were exactly platonic, either. She had masturbated to fantasies of Luke more than once. It had been satisfying, yet somehow wrong on a level she couldn't quite vocalize. Although to be honest, that just made it hotter.

They were heading up, she noted, and finally to her lack of surprise they reached Jabba's audience hall. Tukk took her to the dais, and carefully hooked her chain up. Then he glanced at her, a little regretfully.

"I'll be fine," she told him. "Thanks again. I'll see you tonight."

Nodding, he walked away. Leia clambered up onto the platform, and before long Jabba entered to join her there. She endured a brief pawing by him, and then the business of court began.

It was as dull as she remembered from the day before. After a while, Jabba seemed to find it so as well, and called for music and a dance. Today he seemed to prefer her by his side, though, and so she watched as Trischa and an older, heavier woman of unclear species performed. Afterwards, the bloated gangster seemed to tire, and motioned for quiet. Most of the court seemed in the same mood... perhaps a late revel last night?... and soon the audience hall was filled with slumbering forms. Given the morning's excitement, it struck Leia as a good idea, and soon she was dozing as well.

---

Some time later, she came to full alertness with a start as a still went through the hall. Looking up, her heart leapt as a figure in a hooded black robe approached.

"At last, Master Luke has come to rescue me!" C-3P0 babbled.

Bib Fortuna walked over to the slumbering Hutt. "Master."

Jabba woke with a start and glared at his majordomo.

The pasty Twi'lek continued, "Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight."

Jabba's glare grew more baleful. "I told you not to admit him."

Luke stepped forward. "I must be allowed to speak."

"He must be allowed to speak," Fortuna agreed.

Furious, Jabba shoved the Twi'lek, sending him sprawling. "You weak-minded fool! He's using an old Jedi mind trick!

Luke fixed the Hutt with a stare. "You will bring Captain Solo and the Wookiee to me."

Unfased, the Hutt gave a contemptuous chuckle. "Your mind powers will not work on me, boy."

Luke started to reply, but Leia's attention was on Magg, who she spotted out of the corner of her eye. The Gamorrean was creeping closer and closer to Luke, clearly intending to grab him the second Jabba expressed a wish to restrain him. As Luke and the Hutt exchanged threats, she kept a close eye out, trying to gauge if Luke was aware of him. She felt sure that he was, and so kept quiet.

Without warning, a pistol flew from a bounty hunter's holster and into Luke's hand.

Jabba quickly shouted something, just as Magg dove for Luke. The floor beneath them opened, and both Luke and Magg tumbled down into a pit, the pistol shooting harmlessly into the ceiling.

Chortling, Jabba moved the dais closer to the pit to watch.

Her heart in her throat, Leia leaned forward. A skiff guard next to her crowded in to watch as well; for a second their eyes made contact, and she realized with a shock that it was Lando. How long had he been here? How much had he seen?

Those thoughts were swept away by a horrible roar from the pit. She choked back a gasp as she saw the Rancor emerge into view; it was larger and more terrifying than she had imagined. Magg yowled in terror and did his best to run, attracting its attention. One clawed hand scooped him up as if he were a toy, and he flailed helplessly as the beast stuffed him into its fanged maw. A dispassionate part of Leia's mind noted that the squeals he made as the Rancor devoured him were almost identical to the ones he had made all the times he had cum in her, spurting his seed into her violated cunt. She would have taken a deep pleasure in watching him die if she weren't so terrified that Luke would be next.

Sure enough, the young Jedi was seized, and she started to look away as it raised him to its jaws. But he jammed a bone into its mouth, rolled free, and then dashed for the exit. It slowly pursued him, and Leia's heart sank again. He couldn't get out, and how could he kill it? The end seemed inevitable.

Then the heavy pen door came crashing down on the Rancor's head, the spike driving through its skull and into its brain, pinning it to the floor and killing it instantly.

Behind her, Jabba roared and bellowed in shocked rage.

She laughed, unable to hide her sheer relief.

The crowd murmured and buzzed in consternation, stunned by the unexpected outcome.

The Hutt gave Leia a dark glance, and then turned to his guards. "Bring me Solo and the Wookiee! They will all pay for this outrage!"

Ominous. She waited, careful to conceal any further joy she may have felt, worry again running through her. She wasn't entirely sure what Luke's plan had been, but so far it didn't seem to be going smoothly.

Before long Luke, Han, and Chewbacca were dragged up in front of the dais, the two men exchanging friendly gibes.

Han turned and tried to look around, his vision still clearly not fully recovered. "Where's Leia?"

"I'm here," she said haltingly, her voice breaking slightly. She hated to see him like this, although he didn't look as bad as she had feared. Just tired and still out of it from the hibernation sickness.

Jabba stroked her shoulders, and she shivered.

C-3P0 stepped forward. "Oh dear. His High Exaltedness, the Great Jabba the Hutt, has decreed that you are to be terminated first thing in the morning."

"Good, I hate long waits," Han shot back.

"You will thereafter be taken to the Dune Sea and cast into the Pit of Carkoon, nesting place of the all-powerful Sarlacc."

Han shrugged. "Doesn't sound so bad."

"In his belly you will find a new definition of pain and suffering, as you are slowly digested over a thousand years."

"On second thought, let's pass on that, huh?" Han muttered.

As the guard dragged them from the room, Leia could dimly hear Luke fling a few final threats at the Hutt. It sounded like empty bravado, and that was how the crowd and Jabba were taking it. But Leia wasn't so sure. She was able to read Luke better than almost anyone she knew, and she sensed that he was pleased with how everything was unfolding. Maybe that was overconfidence on his part. Or perhaps his primary goal had been to get them out of the heavily guarded palace. She hoped he had a plan for what came next.

She sat and watched the murmuring crowd, trying to draw as little attention to herself as possible as Jabba and Bib Fortuna conferred. She could see a pleased looking Trischa talking with Lyn Me and another dancer, all of them clearly overjoyed by the demise of the Rancor. Ree-Yees was glumly handing over money to another mercenary; apparently he'd lost some sort of bet. Boba Fett just stood there fingering his weapon.

Fortuna came over and unhooked her chain. "Come with me," he said shortly.

Nervously, she followed, and they left the main hall and walked down a short corridor. The pasty Twi'lek thumbed a door button, and propelled her into the room beyond with a slight shove. It was empty, except for a narrow shelf or bench built into the far wall and a small cleaning droid, repeatedly circling the metal floor.

"What am I doing here?" she asked, looking around.

"The Rancor Keeper is unconsolable. Fuck him to take his mind off his loss. You're good at that." Fortuna turned to go. "He'll be here in a minute." And with that he closed the door and left.

Leia gave a long, unhappy sigh. She was so close to getting out of here. She didn't want to add one more notch to her belt. Her options seemed limited, though.

---

A short time later, the door opened, and a Gamorrean showed a big, somewhat obese, rather slovenly human in. He was stripped to the waist, middle aged, and she could see his barrel chest and thick belly were covered with hair and grime. He smelled strongly of dung.

As he walked towards her, Leia recoiled. He was perhaps one of the least desirable human males she had ever seen, and her stomach lurched a bit at the thought of having to satisfy him. Also, he was a human. That meant, however unlikely, the chance of pregnancy existed. Maybe she could use her hand or her mouth.

The Keeper advanced on her swiftly. His big arms reached out and pulled her against his body in a crushing bear hug. As she gagged on the sour smell of old sweat, animal shit, and grime, he leaned down and buried his face against her breasts. Leia forced her mind to start to detatch, grimly surrendering herself and her body to the lusts of this filthy man.

Then the Keeper burst into tears.

Startled, she stood there awkwardly while he sobbed into her bosom. Finally he raised his tear-stained face and babbled something at her in a language she didn't recognize. Not knowing what else to do she made sympathetic noises at him. He put his head on her shoulder and bawled some more, and she gingerly patted him on the back.

He steered her over to the bench, and they both sat down. Gazing at her earnestly, the Keeper gabbled a stream of nonsense syllables, occasionally gesturing for emphasis, getting more and more worked up.

She nodded and continued to act as if she was in total understanding with him.

Finally, he broke down again, and leaned towards her. Sensing what he wanted, she gave him a tenative hug, and he again sobbed on her shoulder.

When the crying jag came to an end, he reached for his pants, and she once again began to steel herself for a lewd, filthy coupling. But instead of his cock, he pulled out a small holocube, and began to project images. There was a baby Rancor, being fed meat. There it was doing tricks. There was the Keeper, posing proudly with it. There it was devouring a screaming prisoner.

"Oh, you poor man," Leia said without much enthusiasm.

The Keeper babbled at her again, and then fell back into her arms, crying. She patted him on the back, starting to get a little irritated. It was bad enough she had to service the brute, did she really have to listen to him mourn his horrible monster as well?

When he finally broke the embrace, she pulled up her halter, letting her breasts bounce free. "Why don't you let me distract you?" she said as seductively as she could bring herself to. "Undo your pants, and I'll use my hand to-"

He earnestly gabbered something back, gesturing at his holocube and occasionally at the air. She nodded in blank incomprehension.

He leaned forwards and once again buried his head between her exposed breasts, bawling as if his heart was breaking. Teeth clenching a little, Leia cooed at him and patted his head. When was he just going to do it and get it over with?

After a while, he straightened and stood up, wiping his eyes. Looking grateful, he babbled what she gathered were thanks and then turned and walked for the door.

Leia watched him go with her mouth slightly open, feeling a mix between being deeply relieved and rather insulted. Apparently all he'd wanted was a bit of sympathy. Maybe he prefered men.

She walked after him to the door, refitting the halter over her breasts. The guard at the door grunted and waved the Rancor Keeper out.

As he left, Leia saw the Rodian who had seemed so fascinated with her the other day, the mercenary with the thermal smart lenses. He was standing casually in the hallway, clearly hoping for a glimpse of her. Her mind worked quickly, sensing an opportunity. It would involve a bit of sacrifice, but she was determined to get Han out of here and kill Jabba, and was willing to endure a lot for those goals.

She waved at the Rodian. "Hey," she called to him, her voice suggestive. "Why don't you come in here with me?"

Disbelieving, the Rodian pointed at himself questioningly.

Leia smiled and nodded. He hurried towards her, only to be stopped by the Gamorrean guard, who rumbled something ominously. Hurriedly, the Rodian fished out a purse and passed the guard a credstick. Suddenly tractable, the Gamorrean waved him in, and he entered the room with her and the guard shut the door behind them.

Leia smiled at him. "I saw you watching me."

"Oh you did?" He sounded excited. "You liked that, did you?"

"Mmm, yes." She took a step back as he eagerly advanced on her. "Why don't you take off those lenses so I can see your beautiful round eyes? Just set them down on the floor."

He hurried to comply, and as he removed his headband and lenses and knelt to set them down, she carefully calculated her reach and his area of vision. Then she eased herself onto her knees next to him, took him by the shoulders, and pulled him down on top of her as she laid back.

They kissed and fondled each other. His tapered snout sucked against her smaller red lips, and she ran her tongue into his mouth, tasting the grassy and salty flavor of his saliva. The Rodian's delicate hands caressed her bare stomach and hip. Leia ran her hands down the back of his jerkin and cupped his slender buttocks, making passionate noises even as her mind stayed cold and icy. He wasn't quite distracted enough, she thought. A bit further.

Reaching around front, she unzipped his jerkin and exposed his slender green torso. He was more slender than she was, which made bearing his weight on her a lot easier. Her dark pink tongue slid into his mouth, twirling against his slender pink tongue. His wet snout smeared saliva across her cheek as they clumsily kissed. His thin green hands moved higher, pushing her halter up to reveal her pale breasts and gold nipple rings. His thin green fingers squeezed her flesh and pinched at her nipples. As she wriggled, he moved one hand down to unfasten his pants.

She had hoped they wouldn't need to go this far, but she had known that it would probably be required. As he pushed down his faux-leather trousers, she helped with one hand while her other undid the clasp of her loincloth and tugged it away. She was careful to have her discarded garment land in the right place.

The Rodian reared back a little on his knees as Leia spread her pale legs, lifting one to move around him. She could see his exposed, erect penis now. It was a bright cherry red, ribbed like an accordion, with a cone shaped tip ending in what looked like a nozzle. The base had a ball or knot of some sort, and beneath it were two dangling green sacks, each clearly containing a single sphere.

Biting her lip, Leia reached down to part her petals for him. "Go on, do me good and deep," she told him. "I want you in me."

He didn't need to be told twice. The Rodian positioned the nozzle of his red penis at her entrance and pushed it inside. As Leia lifted her hips, he eagerly thrust into her with the full length of his slender, ribbed red cock, making her cry out. His snout closed over her mouth again as he kissed her, his hips starting to move back and forth. She groaned against his ardent snout and sucked at his thin pink tongue. Leia's pale legs wrapping around his slender green hips and he began thrusting faster. His cock seemed rubbery and bent as it delved her hot, wet hole, the ribbing rubbing pleasingly against the sensitive places inside. Her hands clutched at his back, then slid down to his sides.

His small antennae twitching spasmodically, as the Rodian continued his hungry thrusts, pushing harder and deeper as his ardor grew. The red knot at the base of his shaft pressed against her petals, urging them to open before his hips pulled the ribbed shaft back again. Then his green balls slapped against her ass as he thrust deeply, pushing the red knot harder against her cuntal gates. Leia forced her mind to stay focused as their fucking grew increasingly frenzied and her own pleasure grew; this was what she had been waiting for. He was completely focused on taking her, and she deftly slid one arm away to snag the thermal lenses laying atop his discarded headband

As her fingers closed around the lenses, the Rodian made a extra deep thrust and the red knot successfully penetrated her entrance and lodged inside her. She gave a short scream of mixed pain and pleasure, and then moaned loudly as his entire penis was inside her, with the knot sealing the entrance and preventing him from withdrawing. His slender green hips humped against her pelvis, grinding his hip bone against her clit. She almost dropped the lenses as her cunt strained and clenched, making her gasp and pant, but she forced herself to concentrate and continued to transfer the lenses over to her discarded loincloth, where she hid them in a fold.

The Rodian was breathing heavily now, his thrusts shallow but forceful, locked pussy to groin with her. He covered her face and breasts with sloppy wet snout kisses. She tossed her head and arched her back, offering her breasts to his thin pink tongue, raising her hands to stroke the back of his thin neck. Her calves flexed, as her pale feet clamped against the back of his green thighs, holding his hips against her wet crotch. She felt the ribbed shaft throbbing inside her and knew his climax was near. Then he gave a long, hooting gasp, and she felt a single, massive gush hot gush inside her and his penis twitching immediately ceased.

He convulsed, and then collapsed onto her. "Was it good?" he finally asked, after catching his breath.

"You were incredible," Leia lied, kissing his cheek. It hadn't been that bad, but he was so light and slender, she was worried she might snap his spine with her legs. His ribbed penis was also slender and felt too rubbery and was not firm, though the knot was good. She hadn't gotten off and she wasn't inclined to repeat the slobbering snout experience. Right now she just wanted him off. "Can you, uh, sit up?"

"No. Not until the swelling goes down." He sounded a bit embarrassed. "It shouldn't take long."

"Ah." She pitied Rodian females. Well, nothing to do but wait. "What's your name?"

"Tuurko." He kissed her cheek, and his thin pink tongue lapped at her earlobe. "And they said you are Leia?"

"That's right."

"You're amazing. When I saw you, I knew we were fated." Tuurko smiled, then looked away, flushing a little bit. "Well, I wished that we were. I... have trouble with women. They don't like me."

"Why's that?" she asked.

"I don't know." He frowned at her, seeming honestly perplexed. "I don't swear at them. I think I'm good looking. Well, okay-looking. What do you think?"

Leia thought if he was obviously staring and or stalking every woman he was interested in, it was no wonder he had trouble. "Well, you work for Jabba the Hutt," she said instead. "Lots of women find that scary. Maybe suggests that you're not very respectable."

"But not you?"

"I have a thing for scoundrels," she said with wry honesty. "Anyway, if nothing else, you seem to have money. There's always women who'll love you for that."

"Oh, I have only just started bounty hunting." He looked even more embarrassed, then glanced at her. "If I tell you something, can you keep it a secret?"

She nodded. "Of course."

"This was my first time. I was really nervous."

She stared in actual surprise.

His green face flushed. "I know. Please don't tell anyone. My reputation would be ruined if the other bounty hunters knew I was a virgin for so long."

"Uh, I won't tell anyone." Leia now felt a little awkward and vaguely guilty about taking his virginity as a cold-blooded ploy. It brought a degree of emotional intimacy to what they had done that she wasn't comfortable with. On the other hand, it meant she wasn't likely to have to worry about disease, and he could have done a hell of a lot worse for a first time than a Royal Princess of Alderaan. "You were pretty amazing for your first time. You'll be an incredible lover with more practice."

He smiled, and then gingerly raised himself a bit. "Hold still. I'm going to try to pull out."

She spread her legs wide and braced her feet on the ground, as he reared back. Her cuntal mouth strained and stretched as he tugged. Leia uttered a short, low cry, her eyes rolling slightly back in their sockets. Then the knot popped loose, and his floppy red penis slid free with a gush of her nectar and thick pink cum, filled with...

Leia looked down at her oozing vulva in alarm. "What is that?" she asked sharply, staring at wriggling shapes in the slimy pink liquid that oozed in clumps from her gaping hole.

Tuurko glanced at them in confusion. "Sperm, of course," he said, looking at her strangely.

"Oh." She nodded, inwardly a little grossed out. "In humans they're a lot... smaller." Now that she had seen it and knew what it was, she could feel the wriggling shapes inside her vagina. She tried to smile instead of frown, relieved that she could not get pregnant from his species. She pressed two fingers into her cunt and scraped as much of the thick pink goo out, adding to the wriggling puddle on the floor. Another trip to the showers was due.

"Oh." He put his clothes back on and grabbed his headband, then looked around the floor. "Have you seen my lenses?"

Leia grabbed her loincloth, bundled in one hand, making sure the lenses were well hidden and stood, glancing about.

A toaster-sized cleaning droid had appeared in the room and was moving around them. It stopped over the puddle of lumpy pink semen. Leia pointed at it as she stepped aside. "I think the droid might have thought they were litter."

"Damn!" Tuurko glared at the little machine, then shrugged. "Oh well. Worth it."

He watched her pull down and adjust her halter, hiding her pale breasts underneath. She was still holding her loincloth in one hand, and looked like she was wiping at the pink cum on the insides of her thighs.

"Look, Leia... thank you for... it was really, really good. Everything I dreamed it would be. I know I'm not the best male, but you must have seen something in me, or you wouldn't have wanted to... well. You know." He looked embarrassed. "I've got some money. If I can manage to buy you from the Hutt, would you be my woman? I'd be really good to you."

"If you can do it, sure," she said, pretending to clean her crotch with her wadded loincloth. "Just be careful not to anger Jabba. I'd wait a few days before you approach him. He's not... very receptive right now."

"No kidding," the Tuurko said fervently. He leaned in and kissed her cheek, then he walked to the door.

"I'll stay here and clean up a bit more." she waved.

Tuurko gave her a final wave, and knocked on the door. The Gamorrean guard opened the door and the Rodian left.

Leia had been using the back of her hand to try to wipe the pink semen on her wet thighs, and kept the loincloth unsoiled. She unfurled the bundle and quietly fished out her prize. Leia put on the loincloth and clasped the gold belt before examining the lenses.

Sure enough, they were SoroSuub Tac 4 Thermal Smart Lenses, a top-line model that she and every other Rebel who did commando work were well familiar with. She quickly turned off the glowing data and targeting overlays and HUD; she didn't need any of that and it would make them far too obvious. Instead she set them to stealth mode, made sure thermal sight was on at certain levels of lighting, and then set the size to standard human. The clear discs shrank obediently, and she carefully inserted them into her eyes like contact lenses. They'd be undetectable this way unless someone scanned her... and now, she could see in pitch darkness.

She smiled, a predator's smile. When the moment came, she intended to make full use of that fact.

Continued in Chapter 5

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