you can't get the thought of being gangbanged out of your mind

As you sit in the pile of Jawa cum, you begin to realize that you'll never really be able to leave this behind. Even if you were to go back to your ship, you'd never be satisfied the way you were here, as community property for these desert scav gremlins.

You try to communicate this to them, feeling an odd sense of shame as you offer yourself to these creatures that stand at a third of your height. They seem confused, but agree to it.

***

As time passes, you find yourself learning more and more about these Jawas. They keep you in the trawler whenever they perform deals, but your technical savviness proves useful to them as you learn their ways.

And then, of course, at nights, as the giant ship crawls through the darkness of the desert, the greatest moment of your life begins anew. Several horny jawas find their way to you, their tall, tech savvy goddess, and in a twisted act of subversion you give yourself to them freely, choking on their cocks and letting them stuff all your holes. You ache for them, and beg for them, and moan and cum as your cunt and asshole tighten around their little members.