Chapter 11 by mburns

What happens to Hera next?

A New Look

Hera cringed. Held at gunpoint, she was **** to stand perfectly still, spreading her arms and legs as Jabba's top tailor, a short, furry little alien, groped and measured every inch of her naked body. The little thing made little delighted squeaks as it brought the rules up to her pussy, waggling it's fingers and lightly stroking her nether regions. She felt the sensation growing deep down, and she hated that she felt it.

The little furry thing wrapped up, and retreated to a small closet, leaving Hera alone with the bounty hunter. She glanced at him briefly. "So, what's your deal?" she inquired. He remained silent, not acknowledging her in the slightest. The tailor reentered the room, and presented Hera's new outfit in it's hand. The thing was skimpy, a flash red and gold triangle bra with metal lining and gold chains for straps, and a dangerously thin velvet loincloth. Hera gagged. "I'm *not* wearing that." she spat, only to be reminded once more by the gun to her back. She had ****.

Trying it on, the outfit didn't offer Hera much more dignity. The bra barely covered her nipples, sitting square in the middle of her ample breasts. The top was tightened to the point of strain, pinching her breasts in and threatening to pop off at any second. The loincloth hung down to her ankles, and any slight movement left her ass and pussy completely exposed. She continuously tugged on it, attempting to stretch it out to offer her at least slightly more coverage. The droid turned around the corner and approached her. "Oh good, you're dressed. Come along, it's time for Jabbas show."