Mission and the Gamorreans
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Mission and Zaalbar were walking through the lower Taris sewer.
— It sure stinks here, Zee.
— Arrrghhhh.
— I know it's important, but why us?
— Rrrraaahhhh.
— I know we're the best, but couldn't the Vulkar have built a passage in a more decent place?
— Arrrrr rhhhh
— I know… Wait, what's that?
— Rrraaaa!
Zee fired his crossbow into the darkness; a death squeal of a rakghoul was heard.
— Rakghouls! Run!
Mission ran forward
with Zaalbar behind her; he occasionally fired backward without aiming and, surprisingly, always hit. Mission, grabbing a thermal detonator from her belt, threw it backward. An explosion sounded, the air pierced by the howls of dying rakghouls and the smell of burnt meat. After running another hundred meters, the pair stopped in front of a door to catch their breath.— Seems like we lost them…
said Mission, trying to catch her breath.
— Rahhha
— Yeah, I know they'll follow us, let's go further, Zee, open the door.
The Wookiee approached the control panel and pressed a button. The door opened… Facing Mission and Zaalbar was a gang of Gamorreans, fully armed.
— Raaahhhh
Mission realized they had to run, and she ran… Glancing back, she saw the Wookiee punching some Gamorrean in the face, but then Zee fell unconscious; some "pig" had zapped him with an electro-shock. And then the worst happened… Mission tripped and fell. Immediately, two Gamorreans ran up to her, grabbed her under the arms, lifted her from the floor, and dragged her toward that ill-fated door.
— Where are you taking me! Let go! Immediately!
— Shut up, runt, or I'll shut you up myself.
— Oh, how scary…
— That's the spirit… Change her clothes, then bring her out.
The Gamorrean handed some clothing to the fighter standing next to him. Mission was dragged somewhere again. They shoved her into a small tunnel and then let her go.
— What is this place? Why did you bring me here?
The Gamorrean handed Mission what was now clear: a golden bikini, the kind usually used by strippers.
— Change.
— What is this? I'm not wearing that!
And as soon as Mission raised her voice, she immediately received a strong slap from her guard.
— I'm in charge here, I said you do it, got it?
— Yes…
Mission said resentfully. She picked up the clothes from the floor and said:
— Well, at least turn around.
— Not worth it.
He answered roughly, making it clear he wouldn't change his mind. Mission turned her back. First, she took off her vest, then her top, thus exposing her size B breasts, but the guard didn't see them; then Mission took off her boots, and only then, unbuckling her belt, began slowly removing her tight pants, while turning her head toward her captor; it was clear he was seriously aroused. His eyes were burning, and a bulge appeared at his belt level. The Twi'lek decided not to tempt fate and, quickly taking off her pants, put on the loincloth, then the "golden" bra, and then the light boots. Turning around, she noticed the Gamorrean's ardor hadn't subsided. She approached him and said:
— What next.
— We go there…
He said convulsively, and they entered a large round "hall" full of Gamorreans. The room was buzzing, but upon Mission's entrance, everyone suddenly fell silent, and she felt dozens of hungry male eyes on her.
— What am I supposed to do?
— Dance!
He said loudly, and music immediately started playing in the "hall." Mission already understood what these lustful pigs wanted from her. But she had no choice, so the Twi'lek began to dance; she had seen strippers dance a couple of times in the bar, so she began copying their movements, then turned her back to the crowd and, holding her hands on her knees, began slowly lowering herself, but kept her butt at one level; Mission heard joyful exclamations and whistles. She shifted the loincloth, exposing her butt to the audience, then slapped it with her palm. But then one Gamorrean got up from his seat and ran up to Mission, who had already straightened up.
— I'm already tired of this!!!
Placing his hands on the bra, Rick, that was the Gamorrean's name, tore it off, then he performed the same operation with Mission's loincloth, leaving her only in short boots. Then he placed his huge hands on her shoulders, forcing Mission to kneel. Then Rick took out his member and ran it over the Twi'lek's lips.
— Come on, you little slut! Suck!
Young Mission had no choice; she opened her mouth and swallowed the green club. Immediately, she was surrounded by about five more such clubs, no smaller. The Twi'lek began sucking one cock, and she was jerking off two more with her hands. Most of the Gamorreans were jerking off at this time, but one was found who began pushing his thick fingers into Mission's vagina. The Gamorreans feeding their cocks into the girl's mouth changed, but the one who was rubbing her clitoris remained the same. Soon, Mission was on her knees; beneath her lay one Gamorrean fucking her pussy, she was jerking off two, and sucking a third. So the Twi'lek was "servicing" four pigs at once, but someone thought even that wasn't enough. One of the slavers decided to position himself behind her anal opening. Spitting generously on his hand, he smeared the saliva on his cock and, without ceremony, entered the young asshole. Mission would have screamed at the top of her girlish lungs if her mouth weren't occupied. The Gamorrean who entered her ass began moving slowly, as did the one in her small pussy. Tears streamed down Mission's cheeks, but no one was going to stop.
After about five minutes of fierce sex, all five came together, drenching Mission with their seed. But they were immediately replaced by others… Mission lost track of time; when it was all over, the Twi'lek was practically drowning in semen. At the end of the whole act, all the Gamorreans were sleeping on the floor. Mission woke up in the middle of the night, naked and covered in semen, surrounded by snoring. She found her clothes and, after changing, quickly escaped from her tormentors.
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