Hunted by a Wookiee or hunted by a Wookiee?

When she fell asleep, I resumed my hunting stance, waiting for her master to return. Around 1:00 AM, I heard the characteristic growl of a Wookiee heading towards a room she had indicated to me as Churfa's. I put on my gear and headed towards her room.

I blocked Tyan's door to prevent her from interfering. I had nothing against her; on the contrary, I was nervous. The stakes were high. My victory would allow me to be recognized and promoted by the Hutt; the opposite would mean my downfall. Stealthy as a shadow, I went to the door and managed to pick the lock.

Churfa was sleeping loudly, snoring. I took my blaster and positioned it to neutralize without killing, which should give me time to return it to its cage in my ship. I was lining it up and about to fire when a shot from behind me struck me like lightning. Falling, I saw 3B3 who had just shot me.

- Forgive me, Mistress. The Cathar Aryana found me and reprogrammed me. I'm sorry.

At these words, I saw the Wookiee stand up, look at me, and say in Wookiee:

-You little idiot, you're too predictable.

I managed to say:

-I've been betrayed.

- Yes.

I sank into unconsciousness. I had lost. When I awoke, I was wearing a **** collar, and I saw an image of Jabba the Hutt watching me while Churfa held me by the hair. I was wearing contingency chains that completely bound me.

"Well done, Churfa, you've won! The little one belongs to you, and you're one of my elite hunters. You showed strategy by sending the Cathar to prepare the ground, detecting who was hunting you and marking her with signal rings, which she foolishly kept out of sentimentality. Then you told her to reprogram her droid. She's now registered with the merchant guild as your property." I heard his laughter before he cut the connection.

Tyan was looking at me.

- Your master gave you the name Slavia.

At Churfa's gesture, Tyan took a branding iron to mark me.

- No, Tyan, not that, please.

- Sorry, it's the law. A ****, not born a ****, must be branded to affirm her new status. I felt the device pulse with heat as she approached.

They pushed me onto a chopping block, and without waiting, she applied the marker, which seared a scorching pain across my left buttock.

The pain exploded in my flesh, a liquid fire that tore at my skin, forever etching my status into my very being. I screamed, the muscles of my back arching in agony, my fingers clawing at the worn wood of the block. The acrid smell of charred flesh filled the air, and I felt my legs tremble, ready to give way.

The burning metal had barely left my skin when Churfa's calloused hands snatched me from the block, her claws digging into my bruised arms. I staggered, my vision blurred by tears, each heartbeat making the mark pulse like a burning ember.

- Now he will take possession of your body, make you his. You will belong to him tribally as well. I advise you to let him, otherwise you will suffer more, Tyan explained.

He ripped off my jumpsuit and presented his incredible penis to my anus.

- No, not that, he'll tear me apart.

- Just let it happen, Slavia. You'll see, you almost get used to it with time.

I gritted my teeth, already feeling the brutal pressure against my **** body. His claws held me in place, and I could feel his warm breath on my neck, the musky scent of the Wookiee enveloping me like a shroud.

-Don't resist, little prey, he growled in a rough, almost hoarse, voice trembling with dominance.

A searing pain exploded as his imposing member **** its way in, tearing without any warning.

I screamed, my nails digging into the wood of the chopping block until they almost broke. The pain was a tidal wave that engulfed every nerve, every thought—first the burning mark on my hip, then the brutal invasion that split me in two.

Churfa groaned, his Wookiee muscles clenching against my back as he crushed me beneath his weight. I felt every vein of his member pulsing inside me, each thrust drawing a fresh moan. I don't know how long he went in and out of me; I felt like I was being plowed. I screamed, I begged, but each time it excited him even more, and he pounded me deeper and harder. Finally, I gave in and surrendered, becoming nothing more than the receptacle for his onslaught, which pleased him. He roared like only a Wookiee can when he triumphs.

This treatment continued for a while longer, more gently, but I was broken, dazed, a complete wreck, my limbs trembling like leaves under the weight of his furry body. His last thrusts were less violent, but each movement still brought back a burning echo of the initial tearing. I felt his ragged breath quicken against the back of my neck, his claws digging deeper into my hips, now marked with red welts. I drooled in defeat, no longer able to muster the strength to plead.

Churfa's massive body trembled against mine, his fur dripping with sweat as his rhythm became erratic. A guttural growl rose from deep within his chest, vibrating through my bruised flesh. I felt him swell inside me, each pulse sending new waves of pain through my battered muscles.

Then, with a final, brutal thrust, he plunged in to the hilt. A low groan escaped him as he emptied himself inside me, burning like the mark on my side. My breath came in gasps, my fingers numb from the effort of resisting the **** of his extraction. When he finally withdrew, a trickle of blood and fluid ran down my trembling thighs.

Churfa turned me over roughly, his yellow eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Clean my sex that you've defiled."

He lifted me up, presented my mouth to his penis, and began to lick me roughly, but I started moaning and enjoying his treatment.

I closed my eyes and began licking his monstrously large penis. The acrid, musky taste of Churfa quickly filled my tongue as his claws held my neck in place. His rough tongue continued its work between my thighs, alternating between brutal thrusts and pressures that **** me to arch my back against my will.

"You like it, human, you're wet."

He was right. Anyway, I belonged to him now, so I might as well accept it.

Churfa groaned with satisfaction as he felt my tongue working on him, his claws digging deeper into my neck to guide me. A sharp, briny taste flooded my mouth with each movement, his imposing size muffling my moans. His own tongue, wide and rough, traced a burning path to my clitoris, tearing a stifled cry from me as he pinched the sensitive flesh with cruel precision.

I felt his muscles tense beneath my fingers, his ragged breath echoing against my damp skin. His tongue penetrated deep inside me as his penis, in that position, allowed it to plunge far down my throat. I never would have believed I could receive such a penis in my mouth and throat.

I was ****, my throat tightening violently around his member as he thrust even deeper, its obscene thickness stretching my jaws to the point of pain. Burning tears streamed down my cheeks, mingling with the drool and fluid that trickled down my chin. His tongue inside me was like a fleshy whip, exploring every fold with a methodical brutality that made me tremble uncontrollably.

- I'm going to take your vagina. You'll give me babies.

At his words, he turned me over and thrust himself into my vagina this time. He was inexhaustible, but this time I was so aroused that the penetration was more bearable. He unleashed himself, taking no precautions, and I screamed with pain and pleasure.

Churfa pinned me to the mattress, his thrusts becoming wilder, deeper, each plunge of his member tearing a hoarse cry from my throat. His claws dug into my hips, anchoring my body to him as an electric pain-pleasure radiated from my lower abdomen.

His claws dug deeper into my flesh as he crushed his weight against me, each thrust making the metal of the bed frame creak. The scent of sweat and fur enveloped me, mingling with the copper of my blood and the acrid taste of our fluids. I felt his fangs brush against my shoulder, ready to bite, as his thrusts became more erratic, more frantic.

His penis would almost slip out before plunging back into me with a single, powerful blow. Each time, he struck the deepest part of my vagina, amused by my cries and pleas. I was nothing more than a sex doll in his hands.

Churfa's grunts turned into bestial rage as his hips pounded without restraint, the wet slap of flesh against mine lost in the heart-rending symphony of my sobs and his growls. His claws dug into me, carving burning furrows along my thighs as he yanked them apart—an obscene display of possession. The stretching was almost unbearable, each brutal thrust tearing a hoarse gasp from me, my body collapsing helplessly against the mattress.

I felt the precise moment his grip broke. His knot swelled obscenely at the base, binding us together as he thrust in to the hilt with a roar.

Churfa's roar made me tremble to my bones as his ejaculation flooded me, burning and relentless, his knot binding us with an animalistic, final ****. My body convulsed around him, torn between agony and an electric, shameful pleasure, as his fingers raked my ribs, pinning me beneath his trembling weight. His ragged, panting breath rose against the back of my neck, his teeth brushing against my pulse—a silent threat, a promise.

I moaned as his hips contracted erratically, driving his seed deeper, each spasm of his penis tearing a stifled moan from my throat. His fur was dripping with sweat, his heat suffocating, the musky scent of his possession permeating my lungs.

He threw me to the ground, and without further ado, as I overflowed with his seed, he urinated on me. I no longer understood; I was half-conscious, obeying more out of reflex than genuine fear or will.

"Swallow..."

The burning stream hit me full in the face, flooding my mouth, my nose, my eyelids stuck together with the acrid acidity. I choked, my throat convulsing with a reflex of disgust, but his claws gripped my hair, forcing my head back. "Drink, ****," his hoarse voice growled as the golden stream filled my mouth, overflowing onto my chin, flowing in hot rivulets down my heaving chest.

I gasped, the spasms in my throat mingling with the burning flow he **** upon me, each drop trickling down my esophagus like molten metal. His claws dug deeper into my scalp, pulling until a squeak of stretched skin was heard. The acrid liquid filled my nostrils, making me suffocate, while my stomach heaved with nausea, already distended by his semen.

Tyan commented,

- Now you officially belong to him, according to his Wookiee traditions.

Churfa's fingers dug into my jaws, forcing my mouth open as a final, acrid spurt flooded my tongue. My stomach twisted violently, the searing heat coursing through me like molten lead. "Lick," he growled, rubbing his dripping member against my swollen lips, and I tasted the metallic tang of my own blood mingling with his salty froth.

I was still **** on the acrid taste, my sticky, burning tongue mechanically scraping the last golden strands from my lips. Churfa held me on my knees with an iron grip, his sweat-drenched fur glistening in the harsh light.

Thus ended my life as a bounty hunter and began my new life as the sex **** of a perverse, sadistic Wookiee, but also a god of savage, brutal sex.