Vogga the Hutt had been smiling. Living the high life as a big time crime lord on Nar Shaddaa had it’s perks and privileges. But for him, life had become boring. There was no shortage of girls who would dance for his entertainment. All of them desperate for a few credits. They were easy enough on the eyes sure. Yet they didn’t suit his fancy.

He had grown rather pampered and calculating in his choice of luxuries. That just made it harder to please him these days. The girls that were shown to him for his amusement looked nice enough. But they all lacked finesse, and the only moves they could ever pull off were the depraved and dirty acts you’d find in any nightclub. Normally that would have been enough for him. After seeing it for the umpteenth time, he had wanted more.

When the exile had arrived, the Hutt had already been dealing with the machinations of Goto. The shadowy leader of the Exchange had proven to be a thorn in his side, killing every bounty hunter he hired to put an end to him. It was truly fortunate that someone had come with a plan to end his turmoil.

Still, Vogga had enough of empty promises. If someone would prove themselves to him, they would have to earn his trust. As far as an entry show, his party did not disappoint.

The handmaiden showing herself before him was like none of the girls they had graced his company in recent times. A human girl, uncommon enough compared to all the Twi’lek bitches that had vied for his attention, but still a frequent enough sight in this galaxy. Still, she was different in so many ways.

Beautiful to be sure as was practically a requirement for gaining an audience with him. There was a sharp ferocity in her eyes though, you had to be tough one way or another to survive on Nar Shaddaa, and yet the gleam in her eyes was enough to almost make him recoil at first. Her white hair, it was cropped to her head so short that it was only ever seen on the female pirates and criminals that had made his acquaintance, not a dancer presenting herself before him, and somehow she had made it look feminine. But her body, toned all over just right and still free of blemishes, was what really caught his attention. She had that rare build where it seemed like her muscles seemed like they were going to burst from her skin any time and yet they didn’t, thick mouthwatering thighs that led to sculpted calves hard enough to short out a lightsaber, making him shamelessly lick his lips in front of her, and in spite of that, an ample rack. In the little Huttese dancer’s outfit, he didn’t dare look away from her.

Then she danced. At first she was doing simple movements. They were so small that they could barely be called a dance, but he liked the look of her that he didn’t care. On another level, he thought she looked ridiculous enough making the weird little motions that she did.

Things didn’t remain that way for long. Soon she went to more elaborate motions, doing leg sweeps, swift motions with her arms and then her whole body, something at first simplistic in comparison to the elaborate dances of seduction done for him in the past and then quickly going to more sophisticated movements that had a heaviness to them and yet were undeniably graceful, even her back and front flips seemed like they were designed for kicking and grabbing someone but they never came to that. And in all of it, there was a quiet aggression in her body that almost seemed like she was daring him to make a move. But what really caught his attention was that whenever she was facing him, she stared into his eyes unflinchingly.

His blue skinned Twi’lek majordomo also couldn’t look away. Being part of Vogga’s criminal enterprise on a criminal metropolis like Nar Shaddaa had proven comfortable enough to live a life of luxury. But like his Huttese paymaster, he had grown bored with the selection of girls that had come through. Maybe it was the stresses of dealing with the Exchange, maybe it was the same kind of girls coming through on a regular basis. He wanted more.

Though he didn’t carry near the same level of power that Vogga did. He would have to make do with the scraps of treasure given to him. Better living than most of the people here on Nar Shaddaa, but it wasn’t enough. Looking at the handmaiden dancing now, he was getting hard in his pants.

Brianna paid no attention to such things. Right now, the only thing that concerned her was helping the exile gain favor with Vogga the Hutt. The Echani martial arts were primarily for combat and focus rather than titillating the sensibilities of the wretches here on this backwater crime world. But they were similar enough to dancing that with her appearance, she could do what she needed to. She knew she was performing for the amusement of the men here. That was the least of her concerns.

It wouldn’t remain that way for long. The Twi’lek majordomo had a cunning mind to make his way on Nar Shaddaa, but some of the girls he had taken a liking to when he propositioned them were far tougher than he could ever be. Without even speaking long to Brianna, he knew the same was true of her.

By the time the handmaiden was finishing up, she was doing something more like elaborate gymnastic movements than dancing. A little novel to be sure. But it had proven to the liking of all the men there. For it’s inventiveness, her being practically naked, and her lovely body covered in a sheen of sweat. Clearly she had won their favor.

Including Vogga. It was common enough for him to fall asleep whenever he liked a girl dancing for him. This time was no exception.

The blue skinned Twi’lek smiled. The ochre colored Twi’lek slave girl in attendance shook her head. She knew what he had planned for the handmaiden. She hoped that the new visitor would put him in his place.

“I apologize,” he said in Twi’leki. Not many people outside of his species spoke it, but his kind and it’s dialects were so ubiquitous in the galaxy and it’s many worlds that most people understood it without even being able to speak it themselves. “My master frequently becomes drowsy watching dancers. Your services are complete, allow me to pay for your performance.”

His smile became oily and self serving. The slave girl present shook her head. She knew fire when she saw it. She hoped this newcomer would tear him apart faster than her master’s kath hounds.

She would not. Vogga’s majordomo knew this one was a cut above the usual dregs as soon as he laid eyes on her. That didn’t keep him from wanting her. On the contrary, he had his ways. He had purchased a trinket from the black markets he now thrived in, a metal armband much like a bracelet for the sake of exuding spice at parties. The thing was innocuous enough that it could fool the customs workers on most worlds that they would think it was mere ornamentation. Here on Nar Shaddaa, compared to all the guns and munitions being smuggled to all the corners of the galaxy from the Genoharadan to the Sith Triumvirate, this thing was just a toy.

He knew the truth. And he had found a new way to use it yet. The tougher ladies here he had tried to court wanted no part of his spice games. That forced him to alter it’s purpose. Namely he had set it up with pure male pheromones specifically from the Falleen and Zeltron species. The effect that could drive the flesh crazy from the former was already potent enough, but he had mixed it with the mood altering effects of the latter. It had cost him many credits to acquire this cocktail, and yet every single time it had proven to be worth it.

So much so that he had only used it sparingly. It has perhaps proven fortunate for him that like Vogga, he had grown bored with the girls that had come here to seek the Hutt’s favor. When a woman truly caught his eye, he would not fear rejection.

Especially for someone like this. He saw her arrive in Jedi robes, her master and that old woman were dressed much the same. They were long forgotten since the bombardment of Dantooine much like how Revan and Malak’s Sith Empire was long a thing of the past and the only thing remaining of that other dark order were these assassins hiding in the shadows. But there was no denying the power they all held. That made a conquest like her so much fun.

After paying the exile, he led Brianna back into the changing room where her regular clothes were being kept. Alone with him, she normally had nothing to fear. Even in only the Huttese dancer’s outfit and unarmed, she could break him several times over. But once he made his move, she wouldn’t want to fight him anymore.

She looked at her robes still in the same place, untouched. A place like this one didn’t keep lockers for the girls, definitely not for some random strangers. Then again, it’s not like the criminals here would be dumb enough to mess with a woman of this caliber. Like them he was smarter than that.

Smart enough to strike in a different way too. He had followed her the whole time on the pretense of making sure she wouldn’t try anything. It also suited his perverted fancies, his eyes focused in on her ass bouncing out of the thong with every step she took. She knew he was looking at her too. If he tried anything handsy, she’d make him regret it.

But she didn’t know the weapon he had up his sleeve. Ever so slowly, he lifted up his sleeve baring the armbrace. He touched the lever on it, secret to an inconspicuous observer, yet all too familiar to him.

The effect was like magic. Brianna’s naked back, lovely as ever in that small getup, was still turned to him, she didn’t say a word, and the pheromones were odorless. But he saw her posture twitch just a little bit, like she had been stung by something she couldn’t begin to understand. So naked before him, it made her look cute in a way.

Now was the time to strike. Firmly hard in his pants both from the sight of her and the sheer anticipation of pouncing, he quickly walked on over to her. Like so many conquests before her, he would be exactly the predator he wanted to be.

The handmaiden sensed his increasing presence in the force and heard his quick steps behind her. She felt some sense of danger, but she had more important things to worry about. She was just beginning to come to term with the heat blooming in her breasts and the flame aching in her cunt. Brianna was just making to turn around when he grabbed her.

He was ruthless with her from the start. He groped her breasts vigorously, causing her to cry out before she even realized it. The suddenness of it alone made her whole body shake with erotic sensations she couldn’t begin to understand. Too stunned to resist him, she threw her head back against him, submitting to her desires.

The handmaiden couldn’t begin to imagine what was happening to her. This whole thing was so wrong, she knew she should have been fighting him, but he had started touching her as soon as she had gotten so horny, and it felt so good. As soon as he had touched her chest, it felt so good. And she wasn’t really wearing much to start with, but all her body wanted was to get that top off to feel his hands grope all over her bare tits.

He was pleased. He had women submit to him so easily before, but it mattered so much more when they were of a different breed like this one. With her back arched against him, the libidinous tempest storming inside of her flesh, he licked all over her neck like she was a piece of meat. Her short hair made it so easy for him to slobber all over her to his heart’s content.

She wasn’t embracing him quite yet as so many of his perplexed thralls had done within moments of him making his move. Still, he felt her body writhing in his grasp and her willpower ebbing away in seconds. He had a massive lump in his pants and humped those bare asscheeks spilling out of her thong.

The roughness of his caresses, she knew what sort of person he was. Even as her senses were being set on fire from the pheromones, her body totally within his power and wanting more, her mind still had a sliver of rationality borne of being raised with the Echani arts and recently beginning a Jedi’s training. But the more he molested her, tasted her skin still coated in a fresh sheen of sweat from all that dancing, the more she wanted it.

Deep within her mind, those thoughts of resistance seemed so absurd to her. Before she realized it, she began moving back on him, making sure to grind her ass on the boner burning a hole in his pants like a real stripper in ways that Vogga only wished he could have personally enjoyed. At that exact point her sanity burned away and now all she wanted was to get fucked by that big thing for real.

Feeling her willingly move back on him, the majordomo humped her ass even harder. Now that he knew she had submitted he became far more vicious with her, squeezing her breasts and eating all over her neck that much harder, there was nothing like a gentleman’s technique or even the ravenous hunger of a pervert looking to get a bitch undressed as soon as possible. Her body was writhing in his embrace and he was too horny to really focus.

She was just as bad. Unable to take it anymore, she surprised him when she actually pushed him back and spun around out of his grasp. He was stunned, and despite being as hard up as ever, he started to think maybe he had blundered. If he had, she could break him several times over.

But he hadn’t. Whatever misgivings he had went to the wayside when he saw her seductively raise her arms over and behind her head. He could read the meaning in her eyes, the unspoken words in her sultry smile, without her even saying a single thing. He couldn’t resist.

Letting himself loose, he proudly strode on over to her. That perfect body of hers, he intended to defile it in every way he pleased and then some. But she was having much the same idea, all she could think about was sex, even if he wasn’t a premier specimen, he had a dick and that was enough for her. As soon as he was within arm’s reach of her, she grabbed hold of his shoulders and pulled him close.

He was no match for her, her hungry lips latching onto his and she held onto him tightly. He felt the heat of her skin through his clothes as their bodies joined up together too, and he fondled all over her exposed form as he pleased, her naked back, her full tushy being that wonderful mix of soft skin and hard muscle underneath, all of it. She was enthusiastic too, moving her hands up his shirt and feeling all over his torso. His body wasn’t even a tenth as sculpted as she was, this Twi’lek gangster wasn’t a Hutt but he had a little more in common with his master than the muscle his credits paid for. But she was so horny and blazed over in her mind that she didn’t care anymore.

They both wanted to fuck each other so bad. It wasn’t easy though, they were frantically whipping their tongues on each other, humping each other, neither one could really focus on getting their clothes off. He was a little more sane than she was though, his mind unaffected by the drugs he had let loose, and was the first to get his mind in order, unbuttoning his pants.

He was just beginning to grab the hem of his pants to get them down when she joined in on the action. Still shoving her tongue down his throat, the handmaiden began pulling down on his trousers. They were both in a hurry to get his pants down, but with her getting in on it too, their hands were in a tangled mess to try and get them down first. All the while they were still sucking face.

But he would put an end to this contest fast. While she was in a mindless heat, he remembered how much he loved playing with her tits. Ready to put her in her place, he yanked down the top, exposing her bare breasts.

The handmaiden was so torn up in her heat that having a piece of her small modesty torn away shook her out of it. Even in her lusty state of mind, she froze up. She looked down and blushed at her tits being in the open with this man or any man at all for that matter.

Not enough to snap her out of his control. While the ascetic reality of her personality kept her in check, he grabbed onto her breasts hard. It was enough to make her wince and moan sharply, having her teats in the buff grabbed for the first time.

Let alone by such a rapacious man as this one. His fingers dug deep into her fleshy mounds, appreciating their texture. Her cries were one thing, she was still in the thrill of euphoria from the pheromones, making her skin so electric to any man’s touch, and now firmly addicted to his. But what really tipped off was her reaction. She was frozen in place, just letting his blue hands move all over her pale nude breasts as he pleased.

So unlike his many other conquests. That only tipped him off to think that she was a virgin. Already having so much power over her, it made him relish in what a fun conquest this one would be. She traveled with that man who was a Jedi and a veteran of the Mandalorian Wars, that dashing rogue of a smuggler who probably used his good looks to charm the pants off more than a few ladies and no one would ever guess from his foolish behavior that he was an interrogator and Jedi hunter from Revan’s Sith Empire, and even that Zabrak born and raised on the naturally tough planet of Iridonia who would go on to develop a weapon of mass destruction like the Mass Shadow Generator. It amused this majordomo to Vogga the Hutt, both men with far less talents but who had the real power in credits, that he had the honor of being the first man to ever touch her teats.

It was a rare occasion this treat fell into his lap and made him think of something other than pure sex for once. For the moment he would just have his fun with her. He kneaded her tits at varying intervals, sometimes fast for his own amusement, and sometimes slow just to tease her and make her ache for more. The only thing Brianna could do was sit there and moan sweetly as he molested her chest to his heart’s content.

There was something else he wanted to do to her. Still fondling her chest, he took her nipples standing up on end between his fingers. At first he barely tugged on them, feeling them grow so much thicker in a matter of seconds because he knew he was being gentle with her, teasing her. He stared at the caps on her rack like a horny little boy playing with a rack of hooters for the first time.

But there was something else that caught his attention too. He looked up, seeing at her staring at him longingly, wanting more of it so bad. As he gently fondling her nips, he watched her little moans escape her lips, speaking far stronger than any words about how much more she wanted. She had to bite her lower lip when he began pushing them into her areolas.

Then before they were in all the way, he pinched them and suddenly yanked them right out. Both motions were so quick and successive that just as she began to moan from his fingers tightening down on them, she screeched loudly when he pulled on them. She was shaking all over from something so simple.

He kept on doing that for awhile. Push, pull, and tighten. The same time he was also groping the volume of her breasts with his palms, massaging them. As much of a warrior as she was, she was still innocent in the ways that mattered, her beet red face turned away from him in pure embarrassment.

The majordomo could only imagine how much her tits were stinging as much as she was getting off on it. The nature of her disposition when she came here, it was something she was probably used to. There was something he knew she’d like even more than his hands.

And it was probably the first thing of it’s kind she had ever experienced. Opening his mouth wide he sucked all over her tits. Brianna gasped at the sensation, her first time feeling a man take his breasts into her mouth amplified by the pheromones still floating in the air and burning inside of her blood. Before long she was murmuring sweetly as his long and wet tongue massaged her nipples still smarting a bit from all of his earlier treatment.

It got to be so bad that she grabbed the back of his head and held him there. His field of vision filled up by her collarbone fitted with lean muscle and the lovely tits in his mouth, he couldn’t see her legs wobbling from under her with every suckle he made on her chest. But he could tell he was having an effect just from the sounds she was making.

He wanted to eat something else too. He slobbered his way down from her luscious breasts to her flat stomach, chiseled enough to cut durasteel. She moaned delightfully from this treatment, from having her body appreciated and worshipped in such a fashion. Even if it was from a total stranger, let alone a criminal on a hive of scum and villainy like Nar Shaddaa. The handmaiden would never have been treated in this way, let alone entertained such thoughts back at Atris’ convent.

He was kissing all over her legs. Thanks to her training her gams were strong enough to deliver power to kick in any droid to a pathetic load of nuts and bolts that got on her wrong side. But her thighs were also shapely and full enough to catch any man’s attention. Especially in this small dancer’s outfit. The Hutt had merely been content to admire her from afar, not willing to risk the chance to his personal health from some stranger walking into his abode. This Twi’lek had no such inhibitions.

Her calves were also as perfect as he wanted. Her skin was soft and smooth, almost creamy, like how the strongest spices could make even the harshness of a blaster bolt feel like reality was melting around you, but the muscle underneath was another thing altogether, hard like a freshly excavated lightsaber crystal, and yet even amongst them in the various dancer girls across the galaxy, all too rare like a stone from Dantooine, still recovering after being bombarded by Malak. For as breathtaking as she was, no man would dare harbor thoughts of coveting her, knowing what she was capable. In his current situation, he was all too happy to suck and lick all over her succulent flesh as he pleased.

And there was more he wanted. Trailing a line of long wet kisses down her perfect legs, he was staring down at her feet. He would have expected that with all her training, the kind of people she kept company with and all the foes she no doubt faced in her travels, that they would have at least been a little rough. The life of an Echani warrior was austere by nature, and any beauty she had was due to her natural gifts and nothing put on.

So he was surprised to see how soft her feet were. Not just her soles, but her toes were also perfectly dainty too. His pheromones had unwound her inhibitions but clearly she had some aspect of personal vanity at work too. He reckoned to himself with some amusement that for all the part the pheromones had done on her, she must have been wanting to let loose for awhile. He’d make that wish come true.

It was every bit as nice as he hoped. Her feet tasted so good, her soles were soft on his tongue, it was like he was eating freshly picked fruit imported from one of the more prosperous Inner Rim planets. But more than that, she was clearly getting off on it, maybe more than when he had been munching down on her pussy. Every second he licked her feet, he felt her whole body twitching, far more potent than as if she were being tickled.

Her toes were too cute to resist. Starting with her pinky toes, he licked across from them up to her big toes on each foot. He felt them wriggle on his tongue with each soft slurp. The handmaiden wasn’t thrashing around just yet, but her squirming was becoming so bad the more he teased them. The majordomo wondered how she’d like it in her big toes.

The instant he licked on one of her big toes, her whole body started up. Liking that reaction, he upped the ante, sucking on them with his lips, even using his teeth a little bit. In between switching feet, he would wait awhile to let the desire, the anticipation simmer, and then he would strike again. It wasn’t long before her whole body was jerking wildly. Brianna was so enthralled from the pheromones, so mindless in her craving and loving the way he was treating her, that he should have been worried that she might kick him. But the feeling of dominance was too strong in him to care.

She suddenly squeaked while he licked one of her big toes. He looked back up at her. She was lying there, her head thrown back and breathing hard her body twitching in spasms sometimes soft but mostly hard. His estimation that she was kinkier than anyone ever guessed was right.

But he would make her show him some gratitude. He stood back up again, and looked over her. Her so naked before him, he was nothing like it, still very much clothed all over. Helpless and in the buff, she really did just look like a piece of fuckmeat. His pants were still up, a little undone from that earlier tug of war. He had something in there big and hard that was struggling to breathe.

She almost gasped when he began taking off his clothes. Her skin was marble, almost immaculate from the cloistered life she lived, and she had only recently begun to get any color from her travels with the exile’s party. So naturally his blue skinned body being exposed to her was nothing like hers. That wasn’t an uncommon thing in the galaxy, Twi’lek’s themselves came in all sorts of different skin colors and especially for the females, it didn’t make them any less ubiquitously desired by so many men, and more than a few women too. The Falleen and Zeltron species of which he had procured these pheromones came in shades of green and red, and even without succumbing to the chemicals he used, any onlooker would have to admire their natural beauty. Twi’lek men by contrast normally didn’t have nearly as much luck in being known seducers of the opposite sex. But with her body and mind ensnared by him, she could only stare wordlessly at him in ardent devotion and lust.

Even if he wasn’t as exquisite as she was. He had an average body type, nothing spectacular. Certainly nothing compared to the goddess of muscle and femininity lying before him totally under his control. But her jaw hung open like she was beholding a holovid idol.

Brianna blushed when he dropped his trousers. She had seen the lump in his pants since he took her to his bedroom and began ravishing her. Seeing it naked for real was another thing enough, she couldn’t look away. The first penis she ever saw in the flesh, and it was a big blue one.

He got his pants off his ankles and threw them aside. Liking the way she was staring at his erect penis, a nefarious idea sprouted in his head. Not her sucking his dick, no instead he wanted to eat something else.

“Stop,” he suddenly said. The single syllable word was just as harsh in his accented Basic. She obeyed on the spot, moving herself back. He was glad he didn’t have her suck him off on the spot. Having her service his feet had only made him that much harder and ready for what was to come next.

She was still there staring up at him awaiting her next command when he said in heavily accented Basic, “Eat.”

It was so loud and coarse that she almost jumped. Even though she had just gotten her feet sucked all over, she wasn’t sure if she heard him right. But he just looked down at her with his hungry smile and nodded.

The handmaiden weakly rose up. It was a bit difficult, she was still very jittery after getting her pussy eaten out righteously. She had to get up on her knees to get her face level with his prick. But she did get herself up.

She didn’t suck his dick, she worshipped it. At first she took his erect manhood into her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth wildly. It was the first time she had ever sucked a dick, and driven by a lust she couldn’t begin to comprehend, she was going at him like crazy. She was going so fast she barely had time to actually suck it. The only thing that mattered to her was that she was deepthroating a penis. Away from the celibate vows of the Echani sisterhood and more importantly the demands of Atris’ austere convent, she could be as frantic as she liked.

Too much at once. She overestimated herself and had to take him out of her mouth. It wasn’t just the size and heat of his prick, it was also the ferocity in which she went at it. Clumsy and uncoordinated, no wonder she stopped.

The Twi’lek was a bit irritated from her stopping as soon as she did. She was not as technical as he would have wanted her to be, just gulping it down to the point that part of him was worried she might accidentally hit the shaft with her teeth. Still, there was something to be said for her passion, her frenzy was getting him off good, it was something that little girls who were just starting out as whores liked to do, not to mention the stupid sluts that wandered the streets, whether they were just looking for a good time, or socialites from well off planets looking to slum down in Nar Shaddaa. Not as good as making you cum on the spot, but far more fun.

He was about to reprimand his new toy. But before he said anything, she went at it again. Rubbing her face all over the shaft, licking up and down, taking in his heat on her face and absorbing his scent. Anyone who saw her with her short hair and stern expression would usually get the idea that she was tough, and now she just looked like any edgy rich kid rebelling against her parents looking to get down and dirty with some real bad guys. The handmaiden wasn’t directly sucking him off, and still there was so much delight to be had.