Hutt Under the Collar

“So what is it you wanted to see me about?” you ask as you enter the Eos’ machine shop.

“I wanted a slugthrower, but Sata said you’re the one with all the designs” Tyttania replied, turning just enough to throw you a glance over her shoulder.

“So what did you want?” you ask.

“I wanted a high powered rifle and a rapid fire rifle” Tyttania replied, leaning against a suspiciously padded bench.

“You already know my P90 design and it’s not hard to make a high powered sniper rifle” you state in confusion. Tyttania immediately blushed and you turned to Sata on the other side of the room who was grinning maniacally.

“Yes but Sata wants . . . payment” Tyttania told you, shuddering at the last word.

“It’s not payment!” Sata replied “It’s just you being strapped to the table and having Wub Wub literally drill you until I’m done” she explained. “I want to listen to the sounds of a woman moaning while I work!” she added. You raise an eyebrow at this.

“That could take you a while to do . . .” you say, trailing off with the implication.

“Hours!” the Pantoran cheered “And depending on how troublesome the designs are, it could be many” she added a grin stretching a bit too wide across her face. You think about this for a moment.

“So are you saying no to that?” you ask Tyttania, fully prepared to just order Sata to make the guns. Tyttania, however, blushed and mumbled something. “Sorry, what was that?” you ask, leaning a little closer.

“I said of course not!” Tyttania exclaimed.

“Oooh yay! Her arse is mine!” Sata cheered. It took Tyttania a second and a couple of blinks to realise what she had just said. “Now strip!” Sata ordered, striding forward to stare the Mandalorian down. This didn’t work very well considering Tyttania was a good foot taller but still. Tyttania turned to look at you, her eyes begging you to help her.

“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop it” you say simply, folding your arms and leaning against one of the walls. Tyttania tried to say something but stopped. “I’m going to strip you and forcibly strap you to the bench” you tell her.

“Wait wah-” she tries but you are already on her. The struggle is brief and decisive with you getting the definite feeling she was only putting up a token resistance but either way, you had her naked and strapped to the bench on her stomach. You kneel so that your head is right next to hers.

“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop it” you whisper quietly into the girl’s ear.

“Shut up and get on with it” Tyttania whispered back, you didn’t mistake the faint smirk.

“Alright Wub Wub, she’s all yours” you tell the droid who had been sitting in the corner watching “Take it slow, she likes it when the orgasm is drawn out” Wub Wub saluted as he made his approach, gently sticking her dildo appendage into Tyttania’s snatch. You hear a faint whine as the drill starts up slowly and Tyttania shifts, biting her lip as she grinds her pelvis on the dildo inside of her.

“So, what designs have you got for me?” Sata asked and you pull out a datapad where you load up a couple of designs. You hand over one of the Anti-Material rifle from Fallout New Vegas. “Ooooh, thirteen milimeter” she cooed.

“Nnngh!” came a moan from Tyttania as Wub Wub began pulling his dildo out of her slowly.

“Going to need some additional recoil absorbers, the wood won’t do” Sata commented as she studied the design. “What’s the other one?” she asked, turning to you.

“Hnnnngh” Tyttania moaned as Wub Wub began pushing his dildo back into her ever so slowly.

“I call it the ‘Spartan Tactical **** Rifle’” you say as you hand her specs for the **** rifle from Halo.

“What’s this bit at the top here?” Sata asked, pointing to the bit that displays how much ammo the gun’s got left.

“Electronics for linking up with a HUD, also counts bullets for the user” you reply.

“Nnnnn” Tyttania moaned.

“I can work with this” Sata commented, putting both datapads on her workbench.

“Two hours Sata, Tyttania’s strapped to that bench for a maximum of two hours” you tell the Pantoran who pouted in response. “And if it takes you less time to make those guns than that’s how long she is on the bench for” you tell her before turning around and walking out, resolving to return in two hours to make sure.

You walk into the CIC and are immediately greeted by the sight of sea green on blue with Adanna on top of Tanna who is on top of the holotable making out. The two girls pause their makeout session to give you looks out of the corners of their eyes before going back to their makeout session, arms around each other, eyes closed and lost in each other’s embrace. You watch the girls for a moment, until a flashing light alerts you to the knowledge that someone is trying to contact you.

“Alright girls, up and at ‘em someone’s trying to contact us” you say and the girls groan as they get up. Before they could get out of the room, you grin and hit the accept button, activating the holotable. Quickly an image of a Hutt appears. Unfortunately, all slugs look alike to you so you have no idea who it is.

“Uhh that’s Sabbo the Hutt” Adanna helpfully supplies, suddenly drawing attention to herself from the Hutt in question.

“Woh hoh hoh ho!” The Hutt chuckles. “I see you work quickly!” he tells you in Hutteese. “I would send my Lieutenant to hire someone to do a job for me, but it seems I have been tricked into getting rid of her” he tells you, giving you the impression that he wasn’t tricked at all.

“What do you need?” you ask “I reserve the right to decline” you add and the Hutt pauses to give you a look.

“My enemy has declared war on me with this attack, I want you to strike back” Sabbo told you “There is a platform that my enemy uses to store and trade resources, I want you to go there, steal any Tibanna you can carry, and destroy the platform” The Hutt explains. You turn to look at Adanna.

“Hutt platforms like that don’t run heavily armed” she explains “Couple squadrons of fighters but mostly merc squads” she adds.

“If that’s all, then we can blitz ‘em” Tanna advised. With that said, you turn back to the Hutt.

“Well then, we’ll take the job but I expect payment” You tell the Hutt, knowing full well that Tibanna gas was extraordinarily valuable, far more so than regular blaster gas.

“Sabbo pays his debts” the Hutt told you “Work for me and you will be paid plenty more than mere coin, though there will be plenty of that,” he added. With that said, Sabbo disconnected his call and the hologram disappeared.

“I hate Hutts” Tanna muttered. Adanna nodded in response.

“They do have a bit of an ego,” she said. “And a small megalomania problem,” she added. You chuckle at her understatements.

“Hey Adanna, we could take you home” you say to the Nautolan “but your connections and knowledge of Hutt Space would be invaluable” you continue “fancy a new job?” you ask. “Especially since it looks like we got this job mostly because of you, and we do need someone to be an intel officer” you add.

“What exactly would the payment be?” Adanna asked, rubbing her chin in thought. Tanna took that moment to slide in behind the Nautolan and begin playing with her, one hand going between her legs, the other cupping a breast.

“Sexual favours for one” Tanna whispered into Adanna’s ear “and the Captain is happy to drop credits at his crew’s discretion” she continued before kissing Adanna’s neck.

“S-sooold” Adanna moaned, almost collapsing into Tanna.

“Since you two girls clearly need some private time, why don’t you take my room?” you suggest to the two girls. Their eyes immediately lit up and they dashed off into your quarters.

With the girls gone, you walk into the cockpit, adjusting the coarse to bring you to a stop at the next system. You needed to plot a new course to get to the trading platform, but that will require some planning. You groan as the lack of an astromech droid onboard is felt keenly and then groan again as the pressure in your trousers gets to you. After the display put on by the girls and Tyttania’s moans downstairs, you had a lot of pressure needing release. As your hand subconsciously rubs your throbbing cock you wonder if Sata will be up for some anal since she’s the only female on the ship not currently taken. With this notion in mind, you haul yourself to your feet and make your way back down to the ship’s machine shop knowing that, at the very least, she’ll take it in a hole if not the one you want.