Day 13 - Facefucking - Star Wars

When the rebels arrived to rescue her, they would be counting on the shields being attuned to the standard C5-cross frequency. Leia desperately needed to get the word to them that this wasn’t the case.

That perhaps wasn’t entirely true. Plans and shields were similar in that they relied on layers and obfuscation. They deflected small problems or errors that only caused glancing blows. But you couldn’t design a plan or a shield to survive direct, forceful contact. Rigid things cracked, flexible things could be punctured. So you assembled several different shields and ran them at a broad spectrum of expected attack frequencies. You made plans within plans for the various most-likely things that could go wrong. And in both cases, you hoped beyond hope that nothing would come along and strike with singular, focused, destructive ****.

Assuming she hadn’t been captured, she could have extracted Han quietly and quickly out of Jabba’s palace. But she had been somewhat likely to be captured. So there were contingencies. A quick, precise strike with understanding of the palace’s shield frequencies could make for a quick and easy raid. If the shields weren’t cracked, their choices narrowed dramatically. A serious orbital or aerial bombardment was out of the question - mostly - but was there if nothing else remained. There had been talk about various intermediaries too. Lando she wasn’t sure she trusted for the job, he had just as much history with the Hutts as Han did. Luke? He was too back and forth from Dagobah on some jedi business or another. She strongly doubted they’d send Luke. And if they did, that suggested things were pretty tits-up indeed.

The good news was, she’d seen the new frequency, the one they’d changed the shields to after capturing her. They needn’t have, she’d hadn’t gotten to that part, but Leia was pretty sure she wasn’t going to convince them of that.

It was strange, the Hutt clearly liked the idea of capturing people but seemed almost unprepared for it. There were Twi’lek dancers, problem gamblers, and overly-indulgent drunks expected to share roughly the same spaces. The experience wasn’t unpleasant, but it was so haphazard and often so strangely disorganized that she found it hard to grasp.

If a Hutt could have sex - and she had to assume that they could, considering there was more than one of them - they didn’t seem interested in doing it with their prisoners. Or at least, not that Leia had seen. They enjoyed the pretense and impression of it. She’d been stripped down and dressed in a bikini made of golden metal and purple cloth that left her constantly on the verge of something slipping or popping out. And the Hutt liked to keep her by his side like a trophy. Dozing with her on a chain he kept clutched in his fat hand. Often, if she dozed at the same time, she’d wake up with the feeling of his tail teasing or touching her. But that was always where it stopped. Even if she aroused him, he was taking his time on showing it really. Part of her wondered if he was waiting for Han’s eyesight to come back first, to make him watch. It had been a mistake to kiss Han where the Hutt could see, that had shown a pain point for both of them.

“Hey, uh.” Leia leaned against the bars and cleared her throat. She realized there was no real, good way to call the guard over. “Hey.”

The piggies all looked the same to her, but Leia was almost certain it was the same one each time that was down here guarding her. Tucked back into a little sandblock room the size of a closet with three quarters of it dominated by her cell. Her fat little guard had to huff and suck in his belly when he moved toward the door. More often, he took to pushing a tray with her food toward her with his bladed axe. One of his tusks was snaggled, and his mouth was always half-closed as a result like he was trying to hide it. She assumed a snaggle-tusk was the kind of thing a Gamorrean would be self-conscious about.

“Hey,” Leia repeated a little more insistently. She knew he could understand her, if only because he had a tendency to prod her with the sharp tip of his weapon when she didn’t thank him for her meals.

Her guard snuffled and gave her a passing glance. He was all kinds of ugly, but she was going to have to make do. His face was flat and sloped like he’d run face-first into a wall, nostrils flaring under a bony ridge of a nose that didn’t even move down his face. Skin a sickly, nauseous green. He was fat, short, and seemed unpleasantly moist. In all honesty, she might have had an easier time doing what she planned to do with a wookie. His key dangled tantalizingly from his ill-fitting fur tunic.

“I’m hungry,” Leia crossed her arms grumpily in front of her chest. She had to play this slow, she couldn’t look like she was trying to do what she was trying to do.

The piggy snorted and turned his back, but Leia pressed herself more against the bars, then reached down and loudly rattled the chain connecting her ankles to the far wall of the prison.

“Come on! Please!” Leia begged. “They’re cutting my rations, I swear.”

Leia had never been the best actor, she came from an era of diplomacy where you got more from stubbornness than sweetness. What she was going for, at this point, was bratty more than anything. And she’d been plenty bratty at one point or another in her life.

He glanced over to her and gestured with his weapon like he was going to poke her, but Leia unfolded her arms and pressed her chest more into the bars. Instead of prodding her, the piggy snorted and gestured lewdly toward her, grabbing his crotch before waving dismissively. Leia pressed herself harder toward him. While he didn’t turn to give her actual attention, he certainly kept looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

One of the benefits of being held captive in a place like this was that everybody’s vices were much more obvious. They were more exploitable under Imperial capture, but you really had to dig and play at subtlety. Here? The people leered at the **** girls, they did their ****, they gambled for hours without ever getting up. Gamorreans didn’t seem to gamble, and while they drank heavily they never seemed to get drunk - or at least they were naturally so violent and boorish that she couldn’t notice their drunkenness. But all of them, to a one, got handsy with the Twi’lek dancers. Leia had certainly noticed them looking at her, but she was willing to bet Jabba had some kind of ‘no touching’ order. But the beauty of those was that people were always willing to feel out the boundaries, so to speak.

“I’m really ****,” Leia laid it on as thick as she could, perhaps too thick. “I just want something to eat.”

The piggy took a step toward her cage and Leia braced to dodge his poking or a blow, but he stepped close enough without hurting her that she had to wrinkle her nose at his smell. He repeated the gesture from earlier, grabbing his crotch at her and snorting with unrestrained glee.

“You want to give me… something else to eat?” Leia wasn’t sure what emotion she should be going for, how indignant she was supposed to act. She figured this kind of transaction was old hat, so she shrugged.

Her piggy captor huffed out a chortle, belly jiggling.

“I… did hear from Shey’ila…” Leia made up a name, hoping that none of the Twi’lek were willing enough participants that he’d call her bluff. “You Gamorreans are… really big.”

He let out a positively delighted squeal.

Leia reached out through the bars and gently pressed her hand against his furry clothing. It was both tunic and loincloth, clingy and draping at the same time. Instantly, she felt an impressively large pair of balls between his legs, but it felt like very little in the way of a shaft. In reality, she had absolutely no idea what a Gamorrean had between his legs, but she hoped it wasn’t all that much. She knew firsthand that they were frighteningly strong, having seen one rip one of the struts off of an Astromech droid that had apparently caught his ire. Bending steel and popping bolts free in a single, casual act of ****. There was no world where she got him off his guard and then overpowered him. But he seemed very, very, very dumb.

The Gamorrean set his weapon down against the far wall, where her chain would keep her from reaching it, and eagerly started to grope her with both hands. He shoved her bikini top down around her arms instantly before squeezing her breasts roughly. His hands were oversized, under-digited, and exactly as leathery as she’d feared they’d be. It’s not as though it was painful, but each of his four-fingered hands felt like a pair of thick gloves on the sensitive skin underneath them. Leia tried to match his eagerness, giving his balls a squeeze and continuing to stroke the seemingly undersized shaft above them. His breathing became a series of heavy, labored, giddy snorts and snuffles.

It wasn’t as though there was nothing for her to get out of the experience. His grip was strong enough to leave little red fingerprint furrows on her skin as he mauled her tits. Then as she slipped out of the bikini bottom, his hands moved just as eagerly to her hips and her butt. It was hard to fault how eager and how firm he was. She didn’t hate being manhandled, she just would have preferred being manhandled by… most anybody and anything else.

“You want to… feed me something?” Leia gave his balls a squeeze and then dropped to her knees, as much to get away from his hands as anything else. She gave a suggestive tug on his tunic.

He was all too eager to reach down and undo the belt, letting the loincloth slide down around his fat legs. Leia blinked. She was having some trouble making sense of what was between his legs. His green crotch was almost entirely hairless save from a few stranded white hairs that wispy and out of place, and his balls were just as big as they’d seemed through the fabric, his fat sack larger than her fist by some margin. But under his fat belly and above his balls, there was something shriveled and green that seemed to be going inside of him. She wasn’t sure if that was it, if there was something wrong with him, or-

It burst out suddenly. A great mass of pink and red flesh exploding out of the shriveled green root. Leia realized it had been some kind of a sheath for the real thing. But that realization came with a cold sweat. He was, indeed, really big. Probably even bigger than the large end of what she’d thought she could put up with. It was distinctly human-shaped, though there were certain bulges and lumps and ridges to it that were entirely alien. And there was no distinct parts of it, his round pink head the same color as his shaft, all coated with a clear slickness that seemed to have accumulated from its time in his sheath. Using both hands, she wouldn’t have been able to cover from the sheath to the end, and neither individual hand could have closed around it.

“Oh,” Leia said dumbly after a minute.

The Gamorrean chortled and snorted lustily, making his cock bounce in front of her face and reaching out to grab her hair. Leia pulled away, feeling a churning in her stomach.

“You know, I’m not sure I…” Leia started.

Whatever her objections or hesitations were, the Gamorrean certainly didn’t care. He hitched his loincloth back up and glanced around once - seemingly reaffirming that there weren’t any cameras he was being caught on - before waddling toward the cage door and quickly unlocking it. Leia sighed slightly in relief as he replaced the key on his belt instead of leaving it in the door. Though that seemed secondary to the fact that she was pretty sure this wasn’t going to be possible. Not that that was going to stop him from trying. The cell door was as open as it was going to get, but at this time of day the transmission room would be occupied.

Probably nothing for it but to just grin and bear it. Didn’t mean she had to grin.

The Gamorrean waddled over toward her and let his cock swing in front of her face. Leia chuckled nervously and kept looking up at him as this time he successfully grabbed a fistful of her hair. As he brought his cock to rest on her face, she was quietly thankful that the slickness covering his shaft apparently didn’t taste like anything. Simply thick and oily. Because it certainly smelled like a whorehouse.

“Wow, that really is… big…” Leia tried to sound like she was getting what she wanted. “And those balls.”

He slapped his cock quite pointedly on her face and Leia obediently opened her mouth. Hopefully, he would realize pretty quickly how much of a non-starter this was.

His head lined up with her mouth and pushed against her open lips, trying to **** them wider open than they would go. Then Leia’s eyes went wide. The Gamorrean’s cock had slipped in almost without her noticing, and she truly couldn’t process just how that had happened for a moment. Leia’s jaw was stretched as unbearably as she’d thought it would be, her throat felt like it was going to burst, but it was somehow happening. Then she looked down.

Between her lips, regardless of how open or closed she kept her mouth - regardless even if she were to bite down, she was pretty sure - the Gamorrean’s cock simply swelled or deflated as it needed. It contorted itself to exactly as wide as her lips were, pushing back with a little resistance but not forcing them further open as it should have been. Then she could feel it widening to squash her tongue flat against the floor of her mouth, filling her throat enough that when he pumped in, he was stretching her neck as far as it could tolerate. When he pushed in a little further, she found she couldn’t breathe. It certainly eliminated the main problem, though it didn’t do anything to alleviate the bigger situation.

The Gamorrean snorted and pushed her further down until his lips came into contact with the winkled sheath of his cock. His massive, oily meat filled her throat balloon-like and throbbing with heat. As Leia struggled to breathe, she felt her eyes watering. But her moment came as her captor leaned his head back, letting out a long, squealing whine.

She reached out and grabbed the keys from his belt in one quick motion, then slid them into her hand and back under her bed all before he looked back down. For an action she’d spent the past few days fretting, planning, and picturing the ways it would go wrong, it was done and over in a second. If that.

His moment of revelation over, the Gamorrean yanked Leia’s hair to bring her head back and off of his cock. She quite literally watched him swell back up in front of her, the distinct shapes and sizes he had taken to fit her throat returning to the original overlong, overthick shape, throbbing with lust. There was a massive, churning clench from his balls. Leia reached out and squeezed them softly, displeased at the revelation that they didn’t contort or shrink as his shaft did. All her grip revealed was that they were just as heavy and full as they looked.

He rammed himself right back in without warning. Leia was pretty sure her teeth were catching a good portion of his shaft, but if he noticed, his unique anatomy made him not care. The Gamorrean pumped her throat vigorously, yanking her hair one way and then the other, driving her face down into his sheath before nearly fully removing his cock again. All she could really do was take it, but that didn’t keep Leia from gagging and gasping and sputtering and blowing saliva impotently through her lips at every step along the way. Tears were past her eyes now, down her cheeks and joining the spitty mess on her chin. It was easy enough to dissociate and let it happen, but it was hard to actually maintain that state. Every gag, every shudder, every particularly hard grind of his head pushing outward at all angles in the deepest part of her throat brought her right back.

He let out what was an almost pained squeal before slamming himself as far as he could go, bringing her lips around not only his shaft but his sheath. Leia closed her eyes and shuddered at the heat seeming to reach nearly into her stomach. Then his balls gave a powerful surge against her neck and she felt his cock flex and coil like a snake. It throbbed, trying to stretch her wider and failing in most every spot it did, but for a moment every single inch of his cock was stretching her even more than it had been.

Then the cum started to hit her stomach, pumped so directly down her gullet and into her gut that she didn’t even taste it in the back of her throat. She could feel it sloshing and let out an internal scream. So much being dumped so fast he may as well have been running a hose down her. His piggy balls kept squeezing and squeezing, emerald-green veins throbbing on his sack.

When he had finally finished, and let Leia breathe, she had to marvel at the fact that she actually felt stuffed. Her stomach made a queer noise of displeasure, and as the Gamorrean pulled out and let her cough and try to wipe the drool from her chin, Leia felt something like a burp welling up in her chest. Fruity and oily and entirely unwelcome. But the longer she sat with it, the more she realized it was there to stay.

The Gamorrean gave her a lusty look that Leia worried meant he wasn’t satisfied, but after a quick squeeze of his cock, he grabbed his loincloth mindlessly and slipped it back on. He stepped out of her cell and closed the door behind him, letting it lock into place automatically, and scratched his ass without a care in the world as he walked away. Either not noticing he had been robbed, or not caring.

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