Harem girl

"You be my new harem girl," Niima continued.

Rey stammered, "I r-really think I'd be better as -"

"Silence!" Niima roared, and a spray of spit splattered onto Rey's skin, and she suddenly became acutely aware of the power the Hutt wielded. Niima continued in Huttese, and the droid translated, "The generous Niima gives you two options: become part of her harem, or leave now."

Rey shuffled her feet. "Fine," she said reluctantly.

"Tusani!" Niima gestured to the grey-skinned dancer, who stepped off her pedestal and approached, picking up Rey's clothes before taking her by the hand.

"Come with me," she said.

Rey followed her out of the throne room and down a series of corridors. "So, Tusani?"

"Yes?" Tusani replied.

"Uh, what are you? I don't mean to be rude, I -"

"Don't worry. I'm a Zabrak. And I'm also whatever Lady Niima wants me to be. Dancer, handmaiden, whore ..." She noticed the discomfort on Rey's face. "Sorry, but that's how it is. We all start like you, inexperienced, scared, but the ones who make it, we adapt. You'd be wise to do the same."

"What happens to those that don't?" Rey asked, dreading the answer.

Tusani shrugged. "I don't know. We don't see them again."

Leading her through another door, Rey looked around the room, taking in the two bunk beds. The lower beds had clearly been slept in, but the top bunks were unmade. "That's mine, the other one is Carra's," Tusani said. "You can sleep above me." She dumped Rey's clothes on one of the bunks.

"Thanks," Rey said.

Then her jaw dropped as Tusani unbuckled the clasp of her bra and let her round breasts hang free. She swung her arms, stretching, and Rey stared at her jiggling orbs, capped with tiny, dark red nipples. "That's better, that bra is pure ****," she groaned.

"Um ..." Rey stammered, unable to look away.

Tusani laughed as Rey squirmed. "No room for modesty here. Speaking of which, strip. We need to sort out an outfit for you." Rey hesitated. "It's that or go naked," Tusani said pointedly.

Reluctantly, Rey unwrapped the cloth from around her chest under Tusani's analytical gaze. She watched carefully, studying the small curves of her boobs. Continuing, Rey slipped her loincloth down her slender legs, surprising herself by not automatically covering herself up. Tusani paced a circle around her, sizing her up from head to toe.

"Hmm. Well, we're going to have to shave all that hair. As for an outfit..." She trailed off and opened up a large walk-in closet on the far side of the room before sifting through a collection of bikinis and lingerie. Plucking one out, she held it up. The brassiere was elegant white silk that extended up her chest and down her arms to just past her elbows, with a cut-out that revealed the top of her breasts, and the leggings were a matching colour. "Try this on. I thought you'd appreciate something modest."

"This is modest?" Rey raised her eyebrows, but slipped the outfit on. It clung tightly to her toned body: her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric, and the leggings left almost nothing to the imagination.

"You look good," Tusani nodded, a smile on her pale lips. "Right, let's get you shaved."

Rey ran a fingertip down her thigh, marveling at the smoothness of her skin. Tusani had shown her how to wield the razor by demonstrating on her calf, before letting her take over to shave the rest of her body. She had dexterously managed the arduous task with only a couple of mistakes, which Tusani quickly treated with a salve that stung like mad.

Disconcerted by the complete lack of pubic hair, she couldn't stop herself from ogling herself in the mirror, her pink folds just barely visible between her legs. "... keep your mouth shut, and whatever you do, don't disobey Niima. Got it? She tells you to strip, you strip. She tells you to bellow like a bantha, you do it. She tells you to suck the dick of every male on this blasted rock, you get sucking." Tusani gave her a pointed look.

Rey nodded nervously, slipping into the tight white leggings and the matching top, before following the Zabrak back through the passageways.

As soon as they entered the throne room, Niima's turquoise gaze focused on Rey like a spotlight. Even though she knew that she was positively demure compared to Tusani's outfit, her skin crawled and she fought not to cover herself up. Instead, aware of the many pairs of eyes on her, she pushed her chest out and curtsied stiffly. "Mistress Niima," she said, forcing a smile onto her face as she approached. Tusani nodded slightly in approval before resuming her dance on her pedestal.

Taking a deep breath, Rey walked slowly towards the dais. Niima watched her hungrily, patting a sliver of the dais in front of her. Reaching the dais, she turned and sat, so close that she could feel the body heat of the enormous Hutt.

She flinched as a fat, slimy hand brushed her back. It slipped around her bare midriff to her stomach, then pulled her against the Hutt's leathery body. Rey shivered in disgust, but some part of her desired this depraved treatment; her pussy moistened, and blood flushed her cheeks.