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“ Wake up .”
You were roused from your slumber by someone lightly slapping on your cheek and you groaned, the stiff chair digging into your back from the previous night. You found an uncomfortable ache in your mouth as well, only then remembering that you were stuffed with a gag the night before. Then you remembered why it happened in the first place— you were in Boba Fett’s room, which meant the person who still had their fingers on your skin was none other than the bounty hunter himself.
“Finally,” his voice was mocking when you opened your eyes to find his brown ones looking down at you. “I was beginning to think your majesty required other methods for waking.”
You glared at him and he chuckled and only then did you notice that he was already fully dressed in his armor, sans his helmet and you frowned.
“What time is it?” your voice was hoarse, either from dryness or from your screaming while Fett was pounding you— you weren’t exactly sure.
“Time for you to get dressed,” he was already untangling the chain around the chair to free you from your bonds. “The guards are here to take you back.”
That got your attention and you jumped to your feet as soon as you were free. “Wait— already?” your voice was panicked but you hardly cared. You couldn’t believe that you actually slept for that long, especially in the position in which Fett left you while he slept in the bed.
“Put these on,” he threw your slave garments at you, his tone impatient.
You did as you were told, your hands shaking. You had a hard time clasping your bikini top and with a frustrated sigh Fett was there to help you before he started shoving you towards the door.
“Wait—” you slammed your feet against the floor, turning your body around to face him. “Last night, you said—”
“I said I’d consider it,” he knew what you were about to ask him but that still did not clarify what he decided on.
“So…” you chewed on your lip. “...Are you staying the night?”
Fett growled and then grabbed a hold of your shoulders, spinning you around as he continued shoving you towards the door behind which you could smell the reek of the Gamorrean guards.
“Boba,” you tried again, your voice breaking just before he opened the door and practically shoved you in the arms of the guards. “Please, just for another night—” but the door was slammed closed in your face and you could do nothing as the guards dragged you away towards the harem’s lower levels of Jabba’s palace.
First and foremost, before you were allowed to have a shower, you were checked by the harem’s oldest mistress, an old Twi’lek woman who seemed to serve Jabba for many years as the head of his harem. You were roughly shoved towards the middle of the floor, all the other slave girls gathered around as you were publicly humiliated as you were probed and poked around with the fingers, gathering the product of last night’s activities from your inner folds before the Twi’lek was finally satisfied.
“Good,” she hissed in your face. “Seems all your training paid off. Inform Jabba,” she nodded her head towards the guards before shoving you towards the shower.
“You are lucky, girl,” she spoke in broken Basic, some words mixed with Huttese. “Under normal circumstances you would have spent your time with Jabba for the next few weeks as his new pet,” you shuddered just as cold water hit your body.
“But since there was a new arrival just last night, you are going to serve Jabba’s guests with the rest of the slaves,” you looked up in surprise, but the Twi’lek was done talking, gesturing for the rest of the slave girls to help you shower and get dressed.
It didn’t take long to figure out what she meant by a new arrival when you finally ventured out with the rest of the girls towards the main level of the palace with Jabba occupying the dais. Because next to him was a woman— a beautiful Human female, chained and dressed in the same garments as the rest of the slaves, her posture stiff and her face devoid of any emotion except the fire in her eyes, mirroring yours. You instantly recognized who that woman was. Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan.
Your initial shock wore off just in time for you to start your work. There was no time to gawk around, lest you incurred wrath of Jabba and got punished for it. It seemed your job was to pleasure the rest of Jabba’s guests, offering them drinks, food and company. You almost scowled but kept a pleasant smile on your face, feeling all the lecherous looks of those around you. You knew what they were seeing— a new slave girl, pretty and practically naked, sauntering around the tables, ready to be snatched by whoever wanted to have you for the night. Jabba would ensure to ask for the highest price.
You stopped in your tracks when you saw a familiar glint of a Mandalorian armor in the distance. Boba Fett was leaning against one of the walls, his focus on the two slave girls next to him, seemingly emerged in the private conversation. You didn’t know why your heart gave a painful jolt, nor did you know why you couldn’t help the anger take over your emotions. How dare he stand there and flirt with others while you begged him to spend another night with you just to spare you of your impending fate? You were so focused on the bounty hunter that you didn’t notice someone trying to gain your attention until you were roughly grabbed by your upper arm.
“Girl,” you stumbled into someone’s lap, and you couldn’t suppress a startled yelp just as you heard amused laughter around you. You quickly looked up to find a humanoid being staring at you with a dark glint in his eyes, his intentions clear. “What a pretty sight,” he continued, his hands roaming over your body and you shuddered, barely suppressing an urge to shove him away.
“You aren’t planning on keeping her all to yourself, are you, Rek?” another one asked, by the looks to be a bounty hunter, sitting at the same booth you happened to be dragged to.
“What’s it to you?” Rek asked, his smile widening when he saw the look on your face. “Haven’t seen you here before, girl. Must be new. Jabba keeps all the pretty ones to himself.”
You felt his hand sneaking between the slits of your skirt and you tried to push away. “No— please—”
More laughter around you. “ Must be new,” the nameless bounty hunter commented, his hungry gaze raking over your body. “Hasn’t learned proper manners.”
“That’s alright,” Rek groaned and you had to bite your lip from screaming when you felt his fingers trailing along the inner thigh, inching closer to the center of your heat. “She sounds lovely like that. Begging . Will be that much more fun when she begs for my cock with that pretty voice of hers.”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, your eyes wide. “You have to pay,” you hoarsely whispered, your brain completely shutting down for any proper excuse to get yourself out of this mess.
The man laughed in your face. “Don’t you worry, little one, I’ll pay. You just focus on what you’re here for— to please my cock,” his fingers were almost there, just an inch away from your folds. Your body tensed— ready to fight. You could easily grab the man’s blaster from the holster on your left side and shoot the guy but then you’d probably be shot yourself. Didn’t you say you’d rather die by a bullet to your head? But now in the face of the danger that thought made you freeze, petrified with the outcome. You could scream— but then that would most certainly result in swift death by the rancor beast. Or worse— Jabba could publicly humiliate you in front of everyone. He could either have his guards rape you or do it himself with his tail while slobbering himself all over you. Did that mean you had no choice but to accept the truth that you were about to become a royal whore of Jabba’s palace?
The touch never came because the next moment you were roughly yanked away from the man’s lap, stumbling in your step until your body hit something solid and cold. You almost gasped when you realized what it was and who was standing in front of you.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Rek snarled behind you.
“I asked for a drink,” came Fett’s modulated voice through his helmet right above your head. Your vision was obstructed by his armored chest, his grip tight on your arm.
“ Huh ?” the man continued raising his voice.
“I asked her for a drink,” Fett replied, his tone betraying no emotion.
“The hell,” Rek hissed. “Didn’t you see I was busy with her?”
Fett ignored the man’s comment, his gaze briefly falling on you. “Go fetch me that drink, girl,” he pushed you aside and away from the booth.
“You think you’re a big shot around this place just cause you’re Jabba’s favorite?” Rek stood up from the booth, snarling as he glared at the bounty hunter in front of him. “Think you can boss us around?” the man’s hand was around his blaster, and in a split second it took you to blink Fett’s own blaster was pointed at the man’s chest.
“ Sit down ,” his voice was deadly calm with a palpable threat in his tone.
“Like hell—”
“Rek,” the nameless bounty hunter who was occupying the same booth finally spoke up. “Sit down. For your own good, man.”
You didn’t even register the unnatural silence until you glanced around you to see all eyes on Fett and Rek, glaring at one another. Even the band stopped playing, which drew Jabba’s own gaze to the spectacle. It took a tense moment for Rek to finally sit down, his hand falling away from the blaster. Fett was much more reluctant to put his own blaster away.
“Sorry about that,” the nameless bounter continued, his gaze on Fett. “I suppose rules are rules. Rek can have her later tonight—”
“No, he won’t,” Fett’s voice cut through. “She’s already taken.”
You barely suppressed another startled gasp, mirroring the shocked expression on the nameless man’s face.
“My bad, Fett,” he finally nodded his head. “Didn’t know she was your woman.”
Rek paled, shooting a worrisome glance to you and then back to Fett. He mumbled something under his breath, which sounded suspiciously like an apology. It was enough to satisfy Fett as he finally put away his blaster and turned around towards you still rooted to your spot, until he roughly grabbed a hold of your arm and dragged you along behind him. You didn’t even have it in you to struggle, barely keeping up with his long strides as he led you towards the guest rooms of the palace, away from all the eyes.
It was only until he shoved you inside the same room you spent the previous night in when he finally spoke.
“You’re a trouble, princess ,” he addressed you with that mocking tone of his, mixed with his irritation as he locked the door and stepped closer to you.
“You paid for me?” your voice was shaking.
He stopped right in front of you, his gaze glaring down at your face through the visor. “I suppose now I don’t have a choice.”
You stared at him, confusion written on your face. “So… you lied ?”
He let out an irritated sigh. “I will deal with Jabba later,” he replied and pushed himself further into the room.
You stayed rooted to the spot, your gaze on the wall. “I thought I was ready to die,” you didn’t know why you were telling him that but the words were pooling out of your mouth without any means to stop them. “I wanted to pull that blaster of his and shoot him in the face. But I—” your voice cracked. You were too scared to do it.
“Would have been an entertaining show,” Fett replied. “Except it would have cost your life.”
You finally turned your head his way. “Don’t you think it would have been a better outcome that way?”
He only shrugged his shoulders as his answer, which for some reason only angered you more and you stalked up to him.
“If I was dead you wouldn’t have to pay for me,” you hissed. “You are obviously irritated at that notion that I’m some kind of a… nuisance to you.”
“What makes you think I’m irritated at that ?” his voice was unusually quiet even through the modulator.
“What?”
Suddenly his hands were on your shoulders and you were roughly shoved against the wall, his body pressed against yours as he held you in place.
“You are helpless,” his comment made you flush with another wave of anger as you glared at him, trying to push him away with all your might. You barely even moved him as he pressed himself even further, practically crushing you against the wall. “You have no sense of danger, you are clueless when it comes to judging people’s character. You are a nuisance, only because you can’t defend yourself.”
You flared your nostrils, shooting daggers at Fett’s hidden face with your icy gaze. “Give me a blaster and I’ll show you helpless ,” you hissed. “Dare to insult me again and I’ll—”
“You’ll what ?” he snapped back. “You’ll spread your legs like a whore and let them fuck you?”
Your arms were pinned to the side, otherwise you would have already ripped his helmet off and clawed at his face. “You were just one of the many cocks I am going to serve,” you spat at him. “Your words, remember?”
Fett growled and you couldn’t suppress a shiver going down your spine. Another sensation soon joined, one you were horrified to admit until you felt a trickle of your arousal dripping down your thigh. Having Fett’s anger directed at you was an arousing experience, and you breathed heavily, trying to control your rapidly beating heart. You only prayed he wouldn’t feel it through his armor.
He was breathing heavily himself. “Says the one begging me to spare her of that fate,” his voice was strained, rough, mixed with something else you couldn’t quite place. “Instead I find you sprawled on top of that bastard’s lap, his hand between your legs.”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Says the one shoving me out the door without giving me a clear answer,” you screamed back. “And then flirting with other slaves while ignoring me.”
He had the audacity to chuckle at that. “Why, princess, jealous ?”
You weren’t going to back down. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you are the one who was jealous.”
Fett’s body tensed— you could feel it through your own body. You must have hit a nerve with your words. “Kriff it, woman,” he hissed.
You jutted out your chin. “So what will it be? Are you going to pay or should I head back?”
Your words hit him again and he stumbled away from you in what you presumed was mild shock. It gave you enough room to move away from him, determined to leave him. You barely made a step until he slammed you back against the wall.
“You aren’t going anywhere ,” he snarled.
“Oh, I guess that answers my question,” you sneered. “So— what will it be today? Going to bend me over the bed again? Or tie me to that chair—”
“ Stop talking ,” his voice was barely above whisper but it carried the same message if he would have yelled at you. He wasn’t playing around as he tightened his grip on you, almost to the point of hurting you.
You should have listened. Instead you mocked him as you smiled at him, baring your teeth as you snapped them in front of his hidden face. “Or what ?”
It took a second but it was enough to realize that the bounty hunter snapped. He roughly yanked on your garments, tearing away the skirt and ripping apart your top, your breasts instantly seized by his large gloved hands as he squeezed them, being rough with his handling as you struggled in his hold. Your legs were soon parted by his knee, keeping you in place as you writhed against his body. You couldn’t deny that you weren’t horny— if anything having his dominance over you was exhilarating. You were completely at his mercy.
You moaned and he squeezed harder, pinching your nipples between his fingers, the roughness of his gloves barely borderlining to being painful. “Look at you,” he sneered behind his helmet. “Pathetic little whore. Is this what you’re reduced to after just one fuck?”
You should have been angry at his words. Instead you let out another pitiful moan which earned another mean chuckle from Fett.
“Your cunt is dripping,” he observed, noticing the product of your arousal dripping down on his knee. “Are you always so wet? Or is it just for me?” he let go of your breasts, sliding his hands down your body until he slid one behind your back, cupping your ass, while the other went straight down between your legs. He wasn’t teasing this time— he plunged his fingers right in your folds and you cried, bucking your hips against his hand.
“ Boba ,” you choked and he instantly withdrew his fingers much to your displeased cries.
“Did I give you permission to say my name?” he snarled, pinching your ass cheeks with his fingers, making you squeal.
“No—” you were breathless, a heaping crying mess. “Please— I’ll be good— just don’t stop .”
“You sound so lovely,” you were disoriented when his voice took a sweet tone until you realized he was only mimicking the guy at the booth. “Begging for me with that pretty voice of yours.”
You shuddered, gasping for breath. So he had heard the whole exchange even from where he stood. He must have seen you being grabbed even before you realized what had happened.
“ Please— ”
“Is that what you’d sound like if it was him touching you now?” he was relentless as he resumed his touch of your folds, plunging his fingers back inside your aching cunt. “Is this how you’d beg for anyone as long as you got their cocks stuffed deep in your cunt?”
“Please,” you were crying now. “I don’t want anyone else— I only want—” you gasped again when he removed his fingers once more, leaving you feeling hollow and throbbing for more.
“Only want what ?” his voice was hoarse.
“ You ,” your voice hitched. “I just want you . I told you before— I don’t mind being your whore as long as it’s just you.”
Fett growled and then the next moment he was undoing his belt and unclipping his codpiece, and you were hauled up in the air by his large arms, your back still pressed against the wall as you instinctively wrapped your legs around the small of his back, and then he was filling you in with a deep thrust of his hips, eliciting a loud cry from your lips.
“No— wait ,” you cried, struggling against him, your muscles aching around his thick shaft from another forceful intrusion. You were still sore from last night and the discomfort was evident in the way you tensed in his arms, hissing as you clawed at his armor.
“What’s the matter, princess?” he didn’t stop, if anything he only tightened his hold on your hips and started off with the insistent pace of his thrusts, your head slammed against the wall with each rough slam of his hips.
You hissed again, unable to move, unable to stop him as you were helplessly fucked, his anger still evident with each grunt, with each forceful slap of skin against skin. It was maddening what he was doing to you, pushing your body to the limit— because soon your walls were hungrily taking him in, swallowing him whole and dripping around his cock. It was the purest form of torture how he could make your body respond to him, how he could make you a sobbing mess in seconds as you desperately clung to him, begging for more.
“You love my cock that much, eh?” he growled with amusement, some of the anger leaving his body the more he fucked you. “Like an addicted little whore for some death sticks, except you are addicted to my cock.”
In your current state of mind you could only moan, confirming his words with the squeeze of your muscles around his cock, making Fett groan as he switched the angle of his thrusts. Your release was approaching far too soon, a hot coil somewhere deep within you, ready to spring free. You tensed again, trying to fight it off, hoping the bounty hunter wouldn’t notice. You were too naive to think that.
“Ready to cum so soon?” he sneered with a tone of voice full of mocking. “I was just getting started.”
You whined, thrashing your head as you gasped. There was no way you could stave off your release any longer.
“I-I can’t ,” your voice was strained, full of need, as though you were answering his silent plea. His only response was an increase of his violent pace, slamming your back against the wall with each thrust of his hips. You briefly wondered how many bruises you’d have on your body by the end of this tryst. “I’m going to— I’m going to cum—”
“Then do it,” it sounded like an order. “Cum on my cock while I’m fucking you through it.”
It was like a bomb had gone off, your insides consumed with fire as you screamed, bucking and thrashing in the desperate attempt to get away as everything around you zoomed in on the spot between your legs— Fett’s large cock pounding the remains of your release as you throbbed around him, trying to find your ground. You couldn’t— everything was jumbled together, your eyesight blinded by white light, stars behind your eyelids. You were a broken mess by the time you came around, still being ruthlessly fucked, wet noises filling the room as your fluids trailed down your thighs and making everything so much more slippery, only adding to the intense pleasure radiating off Fett as he groaned, his hips stuttering.
“ Fuck ,” he hissed. “Keep squeezing my cock.”
You weren’t even sure if you were doing it, everything below your waist was practically numb but it seemed your muscles were clenching around him out of their own accord and Fett groaned again, his movements becoming more lousy and insistent. He pressed further into you, his armor digging into your chest as your breasts rubbed against the cold plate, stiffening your peaks even more against the cold surface. It was uncomfortable— but when had it not been for the past few weeks? The only escape from this madness was during these rare moments— when you were enjoying being roughly fucked by Fett’s cock.
He stuttered, plunging himself with a shaky ram of his hips until he stilled and you felt him throb deep within you, his release sudden and welcomed and you moaned, almost delighted to feel him fill you up with his hot seed. There was something perverted about being used as a cock dumpster. You never thought to be one of those whores who found themselves happy being filled to the brim. Yet here you were, gushing around him once more while he emptied himself.
He finally moved and against your better judgement you tightened your arms around his neck, trying to hold him in place.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he growled.
“Stay,” what prompted you to say that was a mystery. Or perhaps a mistake when you felt him stiffen so you hurried to explain yourself, your voice carrying a hint of whine after being so thoroughly fucked. “Just for a while longer… I— it feels… nice… when you’re inside of me,” you flushed with embarrassment at admitting that out loud.
“ Fierfek ,” he swore. “You’re not exactly lightweight, princess.”
His insult did nothing to deter you from wanting to stay connected with him. Instead, you tightened your arms even more and looked up at his visor. And suddenly you had another urge as your gaze skimmed over his helmet. He must have caught something hidden within your look, that perceptive side of the bounty hunter.
“What?” his voice startled you from your thoughts and you tried to look away. He shifted and then one of his hands was holding your chin, bringing your gaze back to him. “Spit it out.”
You shuddered, chewing on your lip. Your silence only seemed to aggravate him more. And before he grew tired of waiting you stammered out your request. “Can you… take your helmet off?”
He regarded you for a moment. “What for?”
You tried not to let your nervousness show. “I want to see your face.”
“You’ve seen it before.”
“ Please ,” your voice was much more insistent.
He was silent once more. “You’re being very demanding today, princess,” it didn’t sound mean, but he complied, taking off his helmet with a practiced motion and tossing it aside. “Better?”
Your eyes were glued to his face, beads of sweat around his forehead and plastering his short hair to his skin, his eyes boring into yours. Your gaze shifted to his lips, full and untouched, a blazing heat in your eyes that he caught by watching you.
“Tell me what you want,” a demand from his lips and a roll of his hips— a reminder. You whimpered, your eyes fluttering as you shifted your gaze back to his eyes. “Use your words,” his breath mingled with yours, an impatient tone in his voice as he tightened his hold on your hips.
“Kiss me,” it was a whisper, a plea.
And so he did, plunging his mouth on top of yours, stealing your first kiss— just as he stole everything else from you, being your first in all your intimate affairs. It was maddening. And even then his touch wasn’t gentle, the kiss turning into a desperate fight of his tongue against yours, dominating your senses as he devoured your mouth. You were gasping for breath when he was done, trail of saliva connecting your mouths when he pulled away.
“Satisfied?” his voice was slightly breathless with a hint of gruffness in it which told you he was controlling himself— or rather his emotions. You nodded your head and then he pulled out and you gasped, the shock of it almost making you collapse on the floor if it wasn’t for him catching your fall.
You could barely even stand, leaning all of your weight against him while he zipped himself up, inhaling his musky scent mixed with sweat and sex. Your cunt throbbed again— you were fucking desperate for him again . You were jolted from your thoughts when he started dragging you towards the bed, until you tripped and almost fell face down, which resulted in him swearing and then carrying you the rest of the way. He tossed you on the bed and you yelped from the aggressiveness in his push.
“What the hell—” you looked up to see him glaring at you, his eyes dark and filled with unknown emotion. You recognized that look. “You are angry.”
“Try again,” he growled. “I’m fucking livid .”
You swallowed a lump in your throat. You suspected the reason for his ire, but you thought it was already settled when he took his anger out in the form of a rough fuck. Apparently, you were entirely wrong about your assumptions.
“If I see you in someone else’s lap again, I swear I will fuck you face down in front of everyone.”
You gasped, your initial shock wearing off and replaced by your own anger. “So you feel entitled then?” you sneered.
“I feel entitled when I pay for your services, whore,” he spat back.
You never moved so fast in your life. Fett did not expect this either— a split second of shock in his eyes when your hand collided with his face, the sound of harsh slap resonating through the stilled air. You only realized your mistake a second later— when he grabbed a hold of your arm and twisted it in his hold, making you cry out in pain.
“I can break your arm,” he snarled, pinning you against the bed with his body as he painfully gripped your arm in his hold.
Fear seized your body and you helplessly stared at him while he was breathing hard above you, his eyes blazing with uncontrolled fury. He could do more than break your arm— he could kill you. Didn’t you beg him to do that just last night? But now as you stared up at his twisted face you realized what kind of man Boba Fett was. A ruthless killer, a hunter. And once again you found yourself at his mercy.
“And what will happen once you leave?” you softly asked, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. “I’ll still be here— at the mercy of others. You can’t throw your threats around when they mean nothing in this place.”
The hold on your arm tightened and you winced. You didn’t want to show him your weakness but you still couldn’t help the tears as they cascaded down your cheeks. You thought they were justified after what happened— besides, he didn’t need to know that his words hurt you. That he only thought of you as his prize— after he paid for you.
To your astonishment his gaze softened and he loosed his hold on your arm, still keeping you pinned against the bed.
“I will deal with Jabba,” he repeated his earlier words. Whatever that meant eluded you completely. “But if you try to pull this shit again, I will break your bones.”
He was expecting an answer from you from the look on his face. “ Fine ,” you ground out. “Can I go now?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because,” the look on his face made your insides jolt and your cunt throb, liquid already pooling at your folds. “You owe me for the slap.”
You groaned, heat pooling in between your legs. You were thoroughly exhausted and spent, and you were sore. Yet the idea of him punishing you again with his cock made your nipples harden and your pulse quicken. He smirked, knowingly shooting his gaze over your exposed body, drinking in your obvious reaction to his words.
“Are you going to do it on the bed?” you met his blazing gaze with a bold look in your own eyes. “I thought you said you didn’t want me soiling your sheets?”
“ Shut up ,” he growled.
“ Make me .”