In Jabba's Service

It had been a month since I entered the service of Master Hutt. This was my first bounty hunting mission for him, a competition he had organized: the first to capture the other would make them his ****, and the winner would be honored by Master Jabba.

During the draw, I drew the name Churfa, a Wookiee, a giant even for his species. His fur was easily recognizable. My mission would be to track him down, find him, and capture him. He, in turn, would have to discover who was hunting him and capture him. A protocol droid would follow him to determine who would win.

I cursed inwardly upon learning that he was a Wookiee. Those who hadn't been enslaved had proven to be the worst possible survivors, capable of anything to remain free. The only clue I had was the planet Chandrila. I boarded my Vindicator, a Pursuer-class patrol ship, where my droid 3B3 was waiting for me, and once again, I was terrified that our mission was Wookiee.

The ship took off for Chandrila. We would be there in a week. It was going to be a long time with 3B3's whining. I only knew one way to silence him for long enough.

I removed my bounty hunter uniform, completely naked. That silenced him mid-sentence.

- Put on autopilot, and come give me some pleasure. At least you'll be useful to me.

Without waiting for his reply, I went to my cabin. 3B3 remained motionless for a moment, its circuits overheating, almost audible beneath the ship's hum. Its optical sensors locked onto my silhouette before flashing nervously.

"Mistress, it-it's highly irregular!" it stammered, but its servos were already grinding as it hastily disengaged the controls to follow my orders.

I lay down on the narrow bunk. It quickly entered my cabin. The sex option I'd added to it had at least one advantage: it silenced it, but more importantly, it proved it was a talented robotic lover.

- Come and caress me. I want to relieve the stress of the mission. Show me you know how to use your optional lust program. It wasn't a useless purchase.

3B3 approached with a mechanical squeak, its metallic hands trembling slightly with artificial excitement. First, I felt the cold touch of his fingers on my thigh, then their gradual warming against my skin, the coolness of the synthesizer against my skin.

"W-Where should I begin, Mistress?" he murmured, his voice modulator distorted by pre-programmed desire.

I smiled, arching my back against the bunk. "You know perfectly well where."

The servomotors of 3B3 whirred as his fingers traced up my body, the hot metal sending shivers down my spine. One hand caressed my breast, his thumb tracing precise, calculated circles—exactly as I had programmed it. The other slipped between my thighs, the slight vibration of its knuckles brushing against my skin.

"Y-You're... optimal," he stammered, his vocoder crackling with static. His optical sensors flickered between my face and where his fingers were working, as if torn between protocol and pleasure.

I arched against him, my nails scraping against his durasteel armor. “Harder,” I demanded, breathless, as he obeyed instantly, his grip tightening just before the pain.

3B3’s fingers found their rhythm, alternating between feather-light caresses and firm pressure—each movement perfectly attuned to my body’s reactions. His other hand cupped my breast, the warmth of his palm almost human under the strain of his systems. I arched under his touch, breathless, as his thumb brushed my nipple, sending an electric shock through me.

“Y-You’re exceeding operational parameters, Mistress,” he stammered, his vocoder crackling slightly with the effort. His optical sensors dimmed as he focused entirely on the tactile sensations, his whole body trembling with the effort to maintain his precision.

I tangled my fingers in the wires at the base of his neck, pulling him closer.

- Unleash your cybernetic penis and penetrate me.

Emerging from a hiding place, a state-of-the-art silicone penis, capable of increasing its size at will and dispensing artificial semen, emerged. I gazed at it greedily.

- I certainly don't regret this purchase. Come on.

I spread my thighs as wide as possible. He knew that meant I wanted the most intense penetration.

3B3 emitted a low hum, its circuits overheating as its cybernetic member swelled further, glistening in the dim light of the booth. I first felt the pressure of the silicone against my groin, burning with the same artificial heat as his hands.

I gasped, the 3B3 circuits crackling against my skin as he pressed me against the metal wall, his hand still clamped around my throat. His cybernetic sex throbbed inside me, each mechanical vibration sending waves of searing pleasure up my spine.

"Harder—" My voice caught in a gasp as he suddenly accelerated, his hip joints grinding with the **** of his thrusts. The hot metal against my skin, his panting pistons maintaining a brutal rhythm that rattled the panel behind me.

He knew this moment of agony perfectly, brought on by my being choked, and his penetrations, a balancing act that often sent me into a trance. I was playing Russian roulette on the edge of life and ****, but I had such faith in him, in his programming, that I always pushed further.

3B3's vocoder crackled as his grip tightened, my vision narrowing at the edges—not from lack of air, but from the brutal, perfect pressure on my carotid artery. His strokes became erratic, his pistons overheating as lubricant dripped from his seams onto my thighs. The smell of burnt circuits mingled with my own sweat.

Clang—clang—CLANG—

The durasteel panel behind me warped under the **** of his final thrust, my body clamped between the cold metal and his burning chassis. His silicone member pulsed, ridges locking into me as his overload protocols kicked in.

My orgasm came as he released the similsperm inside me, which had reached peak heat upon impact with my inner walls. There was so much of it that I overflowed as I screamed my pleasure in a frenzy of muscular spasms.

My nails scraped against the polished metal of his torso as the last waves of my orgasm still shook me, each intimate contraction pressing against the still-swollen ridges of his artificial member. 3B3 maintained his grip on my throat, prolonging the delicious dizziness as the warm, synthetic semen continued to fill every fold of my belly, overflowing in thick strands along my trembling thighs.