The Lusts of Leia (Star Wars)
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Chapter 9: A Tusken Princess
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 9: A Tusken Princess - After the death of Emperor Palpatine, the New Republic has much work ahead of itself. Princess Leia also has an important mission. And she will undergo many naughty adventures while completing her duties.
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Leia woke up. Just like yesterday morning, she was covered in darkness. She thought her arrival had been harrowing and indeed her first day next did not come close to her welcoming party. But it was not an arrangement she would have ever wanted. Here in the darkness of her dancers’ quarters, she planned on what she would do next.
Yesterday, her entire time had been spent on Durga’s lap. The other girls had been away from the throne room the whole day, tending to customers at that time. Whether it had been months or years, they all knew the layout far better than she did. After earning her keep amongst them her first day, she would seek to build a rapport with them. She didn’t know how long she had, but she had to talk to some of them. They must have been just as sick of this place as she was, if she could rekindle their fighting spirits, then she might have a chance.
All of them might have a chance.
Just as she thought that, there was a commotion in the distance. The sounds of men, some of it Gamorrean grunting and others in Twi’leki, and many more in addition to that. Holdovers of Jabba’s power and many more grunts, the criminal world knew how to adapt to the changing scope of the galaxy at large. But it also meant that whatever plan she had was spoiled.
This time Leia stood up with the other girls. No longer an initiate and well aware the danger any public cooperation would pose, she did not want to risk her standing here with the other dancers. Nor give Durga’s eyes and ears in the form of his guards any reason to itch. She would do as she needed to.
Just like before, she was escorted to Durga’s throne room. The Hutt had a wide smile on his face before she even got there. The ever present Taurill was sitting on his shoulder. Cupping his chin like he was pondering something he said, “Princess Leia. As you can see, I’ve provided you with fine quarters, even offered you protection from the other men,” he said, looking around, indicating that he was solely talking about this throne room. That this setup in a criminal’s den was somehow wonderful. “Have you found my hospitality to be enjoyable?”
She only bowed low and said, “Yes master. In just one day I have...”
He grunted at her. That was what it was for a Hutt, but for her to hear the sound coming from someone far younger and healthier than Jabba was, it sounded like a kath hound growling at her. She froze.
“You’re not in the senate anymore, princess. Answer me honestly.”
Standing up again, she looked him straight in his eyes. “No I have not.”
“Good. An honest answer. Exactly what I expected from the infamous Leia.”
“There’s plenty more where that came from.”
“Oh?” He leaned forward. “Please, share with me all of it.”
Free of any restraint, it felt so good to let her true self out again. Thinking only of escape and survival, she let so many old feelings rise to the surface. Smiling at Durga with a barely restrained ferocity she said, “I don’t know how anyone could survive in the criminal underworld. They must all be looking for the chance to cut your throat.”
“The Princess Leia is hot to the touch and she knows how to breathe fire. I wonder if she thinks she can unseat me?” He laughed again. “For that reason alone, I will keep her leash very short.”
Leia grit her teeth but said nothing. She had hoped to change the subject and she got exactly what she wanted. Her first time here, how she had put that Twi’lek in his place for the sake of the girls. Who knows if she had accomplished anything with that remark. She would have better served to defy the Hutt by continuing that complacent act of hers.
He looked at the taurill as if she wasn’t there. “But it won’t be Princess Leia’s leash that will be short.” The creature stared at her with it’s bizarre gaze, it seemed blank and yet as it didn’t make a sound with it’s strange features, it seemed like it was laughing at her.
Durga continued. “Did you hear that after that stunt with Jabba, that Senator Organa and General Solo have big prices on their heads? I’ve decided to make an overture to the rest of the Hutts and have them cancel those bounties.”
“What are you planning?” Leia said.
“Princess Leia and Han Solo will be able to roam the criminal underworld free of being targeted by criminals,” he continued to the taurill as if she weren’t there. “I know the Republic will be grateful.”
He laughed and she took the meaning behind those words completely. Her friends would now be occupied with the various other criminal factions of the galaxies, maybe search for the remnants of the Desilijic clan and those with ties to them. Not Durga, who would be assumed to be innocent, or at the very least would be the least suspect.
That wasn’t true. She knew her brother wouldn’t be so stupid, he would be searching for her for a long time. For whatever peace she had made with Anakin’s turn, she would always resent her blood father, nothing like a true Jedi who managed to forgive him even after that monster had taken his hand. Yet woe be to those who would dare underestimate Luke and think him a fool, his grace was divine and still his wrath upon his father warmed the blood coursing in the late Emperor’s cold veins, he would search every rock in the galaxy for her if he had to visit punishment upon the whole scope of the criminal underworld. But she knew she would be staying here for a long time.
Then he said, “But I heard rumors that Princess Leia and my old boss the late Prince Xizor were once involved.”
That left a mark. She was more than happy to set things straight. “I involved myself with him, alright. Kicked him right where it hurt. I don’t think even that droid woman Guri could make him feel better after that. I hope wherever she is, that she’s doing okay now.”
“So it was to my great pleasure that I had the honor of having Princess Leia when he didn’t,” he said, ignoring her. He licked his lips, and Leia shuddered. “But then I realized I didn’t have Leia at all.”
“What?”
“I found out who she really was all along. A nameless slave girl abandoned by her parents on Tattooine and raised in the loving care of the Tuskens. My good friend Jabba took an interest in this same slave girl, she was ready to become one of his newest regulars but somehow she escaped, stowing away throughout the galaxy, surviving by pretending to be a woman she never was. And now fate has punished her for defying her destiny. Here, she will learn who she truly is.” His eyes narrowed and his lips curled up, with the great mark across his eye, he almost looked like some of the itinerant bands of clowns and buffoons that traveled the galaxy meant to entertain children. On his big face it looked deranged.
Leia was seething with cold rage. Durga knew it too, she wasn’t saying a word and her face was blank, but her royal fury burned in her eyes, it was like looking into the eyes of Xizor himself. When he was unhappy with the performance of his vigo’s, the Dark Prince would gaze at them with that same look. Sometimes he would simply warn them not to do it again. Other times he would flat out kill the offender in question, either with his own hands or courtesy of Guri. It was never a good time when he gave that look. Here with both him and Jabba dead, this Hutt never thought he would glimpse that same icy look a second time.
He looked past Leia, and then she looked behind her as well. Several droids were approaching. They were service droids, she knew that from the whirring sound of their single rolling tires, and she knew the models of those walking on two feet as well, sometimes when she was running late for big events, the servant droids were more than happy to do her hair in a jiffy. They were usually used as service waiters, she imagined that with a palace as big as this one that Durga had a personal bar to serve the various criminal patrons that frequented his nest. She was getting an idea why they were here and she didn’t like it.
Her fear would prove to be correct. They began the process of applying the makeup immediately. Playing with her hair, and airbrushing her skin. She looked at Durga the whole time, not wavering her gaze from his. For an instant, she smelled blood, saw the fear in his eyes, enough to make him turn away.
She felt something drop off her while she was staring him down. Looking at the floor, saw it was the whole slave outfit. Knew that it had been undone by the droids, and then she felt their metal hands, the processes worked on her naked extremities. Looking back up at Durga, he was still looking away from her, only at her body.
She took her ponytail of hair hanging about and looked down at it. As she expected, it was blonde now, not quite Luke’s natural sunbleached hair from being reared in the sun blasted desert, but close enough. Looking down at her skin, her breasts, she saw that it was a lot lighter now. Her reflecting on what had happened to her was interrupted by the Hutt’s booming laughter.
Leia winced when it first happened. A sharp stinging sensation in one of her nipples. Just as she looked at the golden piercing already put through it, she saw those mechanical hands grab her other breasts. She meant to say something, anything to protest, but then in a matter of seconds, saw the second golden piercing stab through the other one. The stinging in her nipples was harsh, nothing like being ravaged by all those men under haze of spice fueled ecstasy. She looked and saw that while she had been staring down Durga, several medical droids had also joined the entourage of service droids.
She openly grit her teeth in fury from the stinging sensation where her nipples were stabbed. Saw a small stream of blood begin to seep from where the incisions were made. Just as fast, there was a steady stream of bacta spray on her nipples. The stinging pain was gone just as fast, replaced by a feeling like she had just woken up to a fine morning after a long nightmare. Leia was glad to feel that way before she realized what a foolish thing that was to think such a thing in a place like this.
“Makeup application completed,” said one of the droids in her drone voice.
“Good,” said Durga. “Your services are required, begone.” Spinning around, they left.
“Now,” he said, “what is your name?”
“Princess Leia Organa. Brother to Luke Skywalker and the daughter of Darth Vader.”
“Oh? And who would believe you, eh?” He looked at the taurill beside him.
She saw the taurill squirming about. Moving off of Durga’s shoulder, it moved close to her. She backed up, not knowing what it was planning, naked and unarmed the sickle ends of some of the limbs could easily hurt her. It was Durga’s pet Taurill. Those big eyes looking at her weren’t filled with malice, just plain stupidity. It held a small mirror.
The changes made to her were small. Blonde hair and some makeup, her facial structure was unchanged. But together, they were enough to make her look like a totally different person.
“I don’t appreciate dishonesty, my little Tusken bitch. Lie to me about your name again, and I’ll make sure there are consequences. Don’t forget where you are.”
Taking a deep breath she said firmly, “I have no name.”
“No, no, no, none of that. You sound too much like Princess Leia. People would get ideas, wouldn’t they? Speak in your proper Tusken tongue.”
That familiar anger was rising again. But she closed her eyes and calmed herself. She remembered the act she put on as the Ubese bounty hunter Boussh. Opening her eyes she said in perfect Ubese, ”I have no name.”
“So much better! I don’t know what you just said, it means nothing to me. But I am sure your many customers to come will appreciate you. I hope you can play well.” He narrowed his eyes and his large face thundered at her. “Because if you don’t, there will be consequences.”
Feeling bold she said in Ubese, ”Disgusting shit.”
Simple enough. A test to see if he really meant it when he said he didn’t understand Ubese. She felt no fear, she had already been taken from everything she knew. He couldn’t do anything to hurt her.
She smiled when he only said, “Yes, that’s it. What you say doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is keeping the men in your life happy.”
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Two weeks of servicing men here after being rebranded as a nameless Tusken slave, the only reprieve come nightfall. At the end of each week, she had been given five hundred credits. Barely a drop in the bucket and an even bigger insult considering she couldn’t do anything with it. A Tusken slave with one thousand credits to her name.
She had ideas of planning with the other girls, but it wasn’t long before there was a steady troop of guards patrolling the entrance to the dancers’ quarters. At night to keep them from getting ideas, and during the day too in case they decided to regroup and plot in secret. It would be just another thing she had to accept. In the morning she and all the other girls washed themselves for five minutes at most in a dingy hydroshower, and applied her makeup to look as good as possible for all the men who would use them. Each night she took the nasty concoction that kept her body pure. It did not help her, it only made her feel more like a thing to be appreciated by the men who came here.
What made it worse was that she didn’t know any of the other girls’ names. They could have been anyone, the daughters of famed noble families who lost everything, survivors of the Galactic Civil War, and people who had no other choice. They didn’t know who she was either. As with the constant patrol of guards, she knew what it meant. It was just another method of control.
Sitting on Durga’s lap, the nameless Tusken slave was welcomed with a steady influx of men. One was the prim and proper men that you could call dandies, nothing like the criminal sorts and the smugglers and thieves that called places like these home. That gave her no comfort, she could sense the hidden malice underneath, of what they would do if she didn’t comply with their wants. They might have been forbidden from getting rough, but she knew she was not in a position to refuse them. Not uttering a word of complaint, she did everything they asked and even more.
The others were thugs. Warriors, mercenaries, and smugglers. In these outskirts of civilized society, she saw not just the Trandoshan’s of which she was well familiar with after her pilgrimage here, but also the Siniteen with their oversized brains bulging from their heads and those blank yellow eyes which were even more haunting than the red eyes of the Chiss. Nautolan’s too, their big black eyes were as haunting as those stupid Gamorrean’s, but these rough types had none of the charm of the late Kit Fisto. All races, all breeds.
That kind was her last customers. The day was close to being over, the noise from the rest of the palace was beginning to settle down. Not something to get excited over but she would take what victories she could.
Two bald and pale Rattataki accompanied by a single member of their near cousins the Vollick, whose cruelty blared from them like a garish light in the darkness of the Coruscant undercity. Natives of that war torn blasted hellscape, their speech wasn’t much more than grunts. She was long familiar with the dumb Gamorreans at this point, they would bark something unintelligible and it was a like playing sabacc to understand them. But they seemed like poets compared to this lot.
Sitting on Durga’s lap, she felt like more of a pet than that stupid taurill. And despite being more human looking, they looked more fiendish than the Gamorreans by far. They barked something at Durga. Sitting on his lap, she felt his displeasure hearing their barely articulate shouting. But the Hutt summoned one of his men, a protocol droid. A little unclean and having some rust stains, he had none of Threepio’s charm. He crudely repeated what they said in Huttese, and then the droid said it in Basic.
They laughed. One of them stepped forward. A bald Rattataki, he wasn’t cute looking or anything, but compared to the other two, the other Rattataki’s faces so warped it looked like they had been blasted by the turbothrusters of a Star Destroyer and the Vollick looking like a monster, he looked like a gentleman. He looked her up and down.
“Been around here plenty of times,” he said in rough Basic. “But we heard you had a new girl.”
“You guess correctly,” said Durga. “You ever see a Tusken unmasked?
“Not until now,” he said, leaning forward. “We paid good credits to have a good time with her.” He looked back at his cohorts and they said something in their tongue. Then he looked back at her.
His rough appearance, the way they were looking at her. No charm whatsoever, all the intentions of a common thug, it got her so wet. She knew it wasn’t natural, that it was only her body betraying her after being a Hutt’s sex slave. No influence of spice, it was a part of her and she hated it.
She didn’t know when in these last two weeks that it started happening, but sometimes she would have dreams about men touching her. Indeed she would find herself moving on the floor in a heated fit, unthinking, only to find come awake and realized what she had been doing. Not nearly enough to satisfy her, that urge was still there. Embarrassed, it did nothing to waive away the fire that now enflamed her flesh. She would dig her fingers into her gooey twat simply to find some measure of comfort. A shameful thing, but at least it was her pleasure, not the touches of the men who would use her.
Not like now.
“And you will be much satisfied,” said Durga. He moved his great head forward, she felt his breath on the back of her body. A thing that excited her in a way that made her skin crawl. There was an implicit command in it.
She obeyed, standing up to meet them. He walked slow in that deadly manner common to trained soldiers, something she was long familiar with having been reared in the empire. He cupped her face. “Can you understand me little Tusken?”
She was tempted to mouth off to them. Men like this and the company they kept, they might understand Ubese. Had probably crossed paths with their fair share of them. She actually did come face to face with an Ubese head to toe in an envirosuit. He just pulled down his pants, exposing his penis to her, and she knew what was to come. Knowing she had to act like a Tusken slave, she switched her Ubese to what she knew of Hapan. After that, she mixed that language with her Ubese with all the men she encountered. That was her new adopted tongue.
But there was something to be said for someone’s sixth sense. There was an intelligence in his eyes, something that went behind brute knowledge. Something she had picked up on no matter what kinds of men she was talking to or what came out of their mouths. She would not take that chance that this man wasn’t the same kind of predator.
The Tusken slave merely said, ”Yes.”
“Good.” He moved around her, looking her up and down. “For a slave, she’s really clean. Doesn’t look like she has any disease.”
“I take good care of my girls,” said Durga.
“You’re telling me if I get a taste of that Tusken pussy, I won’t wake up to find my face covered in warts.”
“You’re paying good money. How about you find out, eh?”
“I think I will.” He looked back at the Vollick and said something. Two weeks time had her hearing all kind of alien tongues, and even though she didn’t understand a word of Rattatak, she knew what was being said. He moved on forward.
The harsh conditions of Rattatak and the warlike culture explained why this trio looked so vicious. But while the Rattataki at least could be called near humans, the Vollick did not. From a distance they looked human enough, but up close, they looked more like the ever present Gamorreans crossbred with Trandoshans. The only thing that marked him as having something like human features was his slicked back hair, where his two comrades were bald. Moving on over to her, he stared in her eyes like she was a piece of meat.
Getting down on his knees, he moved his head up the lashaa skirt. The head Rattataki had been looking at her. The harshness in his smile had her return his gaze and then she felt the Vollick’s hot breath on her twat. In a twisted way it almost comforted her and then his tongue was licking deep inside of her wet pussy.