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You were roughly shoved inside a room, the push from behind making you stumble in your clumsy step and fall on the hard floor, scraping your knee and elbow. You hissed, glaring at the slimy Gamorrean guard who stood just outside the door, snorting at you and spitting some of the slimy spit before he shut the door in your face. You quickly scrambled to your feet, banging your fists against the door in an attempt for it to open. No luck, the door was sealed shut.
You were so preoccupied with yelling out the profanities and screaming at the top of your lungs for someone to let you out that you didn’t even notice that you were hardly alone in the room. The clink of an armor stilled your movements and you swirled around to take in your surroundings.
It was dimly lit, and the space was somewhat small, but you couldn’t not see the gleam of scratched armor in the corner of the room, and the T-visor of a helmet meeting your gaze. You paled, realizing just where the Jabba’s guards had taken you, or rather to whom . You couldn’t help but let out a terrified whimper, your back colliding with the door as you stood frozen on the spot.
“What are you doing in my room?” the man in armor growled, his modulated voice sending shivers down your spine. When you failed to answer him, the man moved, coming in closer to you with each measured step. “I asked you a question.”
You thought that maybe for a moment your eyes deceived you and this wasn’t actually who you thought it was. But no, when the man was only a few feet away, his gloved hand on his hip mere inches away from his blaster, and the glint of his worn-out beskar armor in your vision with pronounced gashes and chips in the armor from what you presumed were the blaster shots, you could no longer deny the truth.
You were in Boba Fett’s room. The infamous bounty hunter frequently doing the dirty work for Jabba for the exorbitant price. You’ve only heard stories of him, never actually seeing the man yourself. But then again, you were new to Jabba’s palace, only recently being captured and brought to him. Trained to be the obedient servant girl, a slave . It seemed your time had come to finally put all of your training to fruition.
“Are you deaf, girl?” the bounty hunter snapped you from your thoughts and you lifted your head to stare at the tinted visor of his helmet.
You shook your head, afraid that if you spoke you’d start crying. So instead you watched him from your spot, your eyes trained on his hidden face. You flinched when he reached for you, his large hand twisting around your neck and making you gasp as he finally closed the last few inches of space between your bodies. Your whole vision was dominated by his large stature, his broad shoulders twice the size of you.
“I don’t like repeating myself,” the rasp of his voice was next to your ear. “What are you doing in my room?”
You swallowed, trying to moisten your dry mouth. “Jabba sent me,” you hoarsely whispered.
“I never asked for a whore,” you flinched again.
“I wasn’t told who requested me,” it was the truth. You were simply taken from the harem of other slaves and dragged to this room before being unceremoniously shoved inside.
“Like I said,” his hand tightened around your throat in a threatening display of his power. “I didn’t ask for a whore.”
You couldn’t suppress the shiver, his armor digging into your soft skin as he held you in place. The only thing you wore was a customary outfit for pleasure slaves— a bikini top that barely covered your breasts and a long flowing skirt with two long slits at the side with nothing underneath. A collar with a chain was attached to your neck, a reminder of what you were. Fett roughly grabbed a hold of the chain and twisted in his grip, making you cry out in pain.
“Keep quiet or I’ll make you,” he snarled as he wrenched you away from the door and dragged you further into the room until he pushed you on top of the chair and you clumsily fell backwards, only to be yanked by the chain to prevent your fall.
“What are you doing?” you exclaimed when he wrapped the chain around the chair, effectively pinning your arms to your side.
“I need my sleep,” was his response and you stared at him with a bewildered look on your face. “I don’t need you to spoil my rest. I had a long day.”
You were stunned speechless until he was done tying you up. “You’re not… you’re not going to—”
“Not in a mood,” he stalked away from you, and then started removing his own armor, his back to you as he took off his helmet and set it aside. Your eyes were glued to his shortcut, the hair black as the Tatooine’s night.
“Do you know what’s going to happen to me?” you couldn’t help but choke on your words, watching as he set aside his gun and his jetpack, proceeding with removing his belt. “If you don’t take me—”
“Don’t care,” his voice sounded deeper without the modulator in his helmet.
“Jabba’s going to punish me,” you continued, struggling against the bonds. “He’ll set his guards on me, or worse—”
“ Quiet ,” Fett hissed as he turned around, a permanent frown decorated his lips, the lines around his face hard and unforgiving. He was older than you, in his mid-thirties, but not enough to deter from the overall attractiveness of the man behind the armor. You wondered how many people had seen his face, or did he offer it only to the privileged ones? You soon crossed that notion as he proceeded with stripping the rest of his armor. He seemed at ease with you in the room, as though he’d done it thousand times before. Perhaps he’d done his fair share of fucking Jabba’s slaves and grew tired of it.
“ Please ,” you tried again, your eyes roaming over the tanned skin of his chest once he stripped himself of the upper clothes. He was all muscle— lean and broad, his skin ripping with the strength of his body.
“I said quiet ,” he growled. “Unless you want me to gag you,” his threat was clear as he stalked towards the chair. He stopped right in front of you, your eyes leveled with his groin still covered by the codpiece of his armor.
You must have made a face because he suddenly chuckled, dark and void of humour as you snapped your eyes to meet his brown ones.
“I’m not stupid to put anything of mine in your mouth,” you flushed, realizing you had mistaken his threat. “But I will silence you if I have to.”
You looked away from him, swallowing a lump in your throat. You were already degraded enough as it was— you didn’t think that muffling your protests would make any difference to what Jabba had already done to you. But you weren’t going to stoop so low as being gagged by dirty clothing or something else in your mouth so you kept your mouth shut.
“Good girl,” Fett mocked you and you flinched, shame coloring your cheeks and something else— a burning fire in the pit of your stomach at his mocking praise. He noticed your reaction but didn’t comment on it, instead walking away from you towards what appeared to be a fresher, removing the last bit of his clothing. You were too ashamed to even stare at his naked ass, your gaze averted down to your lap.
You heard the sound of a sonic shower being turned on, Fett closing the door behind him and then you earnestly started tugging on the chain, trying to dislodge it from the way he wrapped it around your body. Your actions seemed to be fruitless, if anything you only made it worse when the chain tightened around your neck and you gasped, making a soft choking sound. If you continued on, you probably could kill yourself if you tried hard enough. But dying in such a way terrified you. You’d rather receive a bullet to your head then gasp for dying breath.
You didn’t even notice the shower stopping until Fett opened the door and walked back out and you let out another gasp when your eyes landed on the patch of dark hair streaming down from his navel to his groin, interrupted only by a towel wrapped around his hips, hiding what laid beyond the pronounced V-shape of his abdominal muscles. You’ve never laid your eyes on a man such as Boba Fett, and seeing his body so close was making you gasp for breaths, and not because the chain was tightly wrapped around your neck.
He made an irritated noise, noticing the unnatural shade of your face from lack of air and then he was by your side, adjusting the pressure on your collar, his calloused fingers brushing your skin and making you shiver.
“You are stupid to think you can escape from here,” he remarked when he was satisfied you wouldn’t die.
“Then you can just kill me,” you were surprised at how sure your voice sounded, how devoid of emotion it was compared to your pleading tone with the bounty hunter only some minutes ago. His fingers were still on your skin, warm and rough.
“I’m not killing any of Jabba’s pets,” he sneered down at you.
“What’s the difference?” you tried to jerk your body away from his touch, from the way his fingers were sending electric current down your body. This was pathetic— you weren’t reduced so low as to crave a man’s touch. “Dying by your hand or by Jabba’s?”
“You’re exaggerating,” he had the audacity to roll his eyes. “He isn’t going to kill you just because I didn’t want to sleep with his slave. You’re far too attractive for Tatooine’s tastes— he’ll keep you for his own profit.”
You didn’t want to dwell on the part of him calling you attractive— most of the slave girls were. You just happened to be human and with a secret. Pretty skin, pretty eyes, perfect proportionate body— compact size and with a fire in your gaze that Jabba failed to extinguish.
“ After he has his fun with me,” you hissed. “This is supposed to be a test— and you are dooming my fate because you are refusing to partake in your role.”
Fett’s features twisted into a grimace and you realized that maybe you crossed the line with the man, his fingers twisting in your hair.
“I told you— I don’t want Jabba’s whores soiling my sheets.”
His words only enraged you and before you could think about what you were doing, or what your actions were going to cost you— you spat in his face.
“I’m not a whore,” you hissed at him, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.
Your outburst was met with a harsh slap across your cheek, the sting of it making you cry out from pain.
“I warned you,” he growled, wiping the trail of spit from his cheek with the back of his hand. He was already reaching for the stuffing to gag you, his fingers digging into your scalp to keep you in place until you cried out.
“I’m not a slave,” your words were rushed, coming out in pants. “The bandits killed my family— I was the only survivor. My family was rich— I can pay you, handsomely, please—”
“Far too late for that, girl,” Fett growled in your face.
“You’ve heard of the royal family of Andon,” your words finally stilled Fett’s movements.
“The King who had more money than needed— a greedy old bastard that kept it all to himself,” Fett watched your face. “He deserved what he got.”
You swallowed. “You’re right— the King, my father was a horrible man. He may have deserved his fate but not the rest of my family,” you choked on your tears. “They killed my younger siblings, made me watch as—” you gasped for breath, “—as they raped my sister. I was only spared because they could sell me for more money than spilling my throat.”
The bounty hunter was silent, his eyes glued to yours as you two stared at one another for what seemed like eternity to you. Then, finally, he spoke.
“So you’re a princess made into Jabba’s obedient slave,” you almost reeled away from his condescending tone if you had any room to move. “What’s it for me? You have no money, I heard the palace was ravaged beyond repairs.”
“If you had any heart you’d understand—”
“Princess,” the way he drawled the title made you want to spit at him again. “I’m the most ruthless bounty hunter in the galaxy. I’m sure you’ve heard stories about me. Do you honestly think I give a kriff about what happened to your family? I’d kill them myself first— including you, if I had the chance.”
Hot tears streamed down your face. You hated this man.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Fett’s voice was surprisingly soft, his thumb stroking your cheek, the same place where he hit you. “You have no chance of survival outside these walls.”
“It’s not for you to decide,” you spat. “I was never given a choice, I wasn’t asked to be born into the royalty. And I wasn’t given a choice when they shackled me and brought me here.”
“That’s how slavery works,” the bounty hunter shrugged. “That’s your fate now.”
You would have screamed in despair at the man. “Then you must have done something to please the great Jabba,” you hissed, venom and sarcasm leaking into your voice. “For him to give me to you.”
Fett chuckled again, his warm breath tickling your skin. “I’m flattered.”
You glared at him. “Jabba won’t be pleased with you.”
“I don’t need a mere girl threatening me,” he promptly raised to his full height, pulling his touch away from you. “I’m not intimidated by Jabba. I can refuse his gifts any time I want. I can also take what I want— when I need it.”
He started walking back towards the corner of the room with the bed. Your defiance was turning into dread when you realized that Fett was going to keep to his promise not to sleep with you. You almost screamed at him but then he unwrapped the towel around his hips and your voice died in your throat.
There was no shame in his movements. He wasn’t even looking at you when he collapsed on top of the bed, his back hitting the mattress. Your eyes were shamelessly glued to his crotch, uncovered and in perfect view right across from where you sat. He was a large man— in more ways than one. And even now, soft and limp, his size was admirable and intimidating to your inexperienced eyes.
“Aren’t you going to cover yourself?” you couldn’t help but hiss.
Fett chuckled again, this time amused by your comment. “If you don’t like it, don’t look. This is my room. And this is how I sleep when I get the chance to have a bed.”
You snorted. “It would be a miracle if someone were to burst through the door and shoot your cock to pieces.”
Your comment only seemed to amused him more. “Never heard a princess use such naughty words.”
“Then you mustn’t have met a princess such as me,” you snapped back.
That seemed to draw his attention back to you as he raised his head to find your seething gaze. “Careful, princess. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re just jealous.”
“Jealous of what?” you scoffed.
Instead of answering you, he brought one of his hands down his body and grabbed a hold of his limp cock, stroking it a few times. You gaped, all your insults dying on the tip of your tongue as you watched him becoming stiff right in front of your eyes. You didn’t even catch the devilish smirk coloring his lips as he watched you become flustered while he continued to pump himself with his hand.
“Enjoying the view?” his voice finally snapped your gaze back to his face and you wanted to disappear from the face of the planet when you caught his knowing look. He knew what he was doing and he knew what his actions were doing to your own body. You squirmed in your seat, suddenly feeling all hot .
“I thought you said you were tired,” you seethed through your clenched teeth.
“Never said I was too tired for masturbation,” he replied without missing a beat, his hand going up and down his shaft in rapid movements.
“You’re sick ,” you looked away from him.
Fett laughed at that. “I’m not a saint, princess. I’m only just a man. And man has his needs.”
Your stomach twisted into knots, the sound of fapping making your thighs quiver. Something slicked was pooling in between your legs.
“I know you want to look,” he gauged you, softly groaning.
“Why are you doing this?” you cried. “If you have time to jerk yourself off, you could spend that time fucking me.”
“Desperate little thing, aren’t you?” Fett groaned again. “Did Jabba do such a great job breaking you that you’d take anyone’s cock up in your cunt?”
You’ve had enough . You didn’t care if you would choke yourself again as you pulled against the restaurants of the chain around you. You screamed at the bounty hunter at the top of your lungs, his threats be damned.
“I haven’t had anyone , you sick fuck,” you were hysterically sobbing at this point. “I haven’t even been properly kissed—” you gasped for breath, your vision swimming with thick tears. You didn’t see Fett move until his fingers were fisted in your hair and he jerked your chin up to meet his gaze.
“Are you telling me you’re a fucking virgin ?” he growled, tugging on your scalp.
“If you don’t sleep with me, Jabba will send his guards to rape me,” you choked through your tears.
“He wouldn’t send a virgin to me,” Fett was relentless on your scalp. “He’d have you first— he likes to break them in front of everyone. You’d be a writhing mess by the time he’s done with you, coated in his slime and his spunk from head to toe.”
“I lied to him,” you sobbed, your scalp hurting from the pull of Fett’s fingers on your hair.
Fett was motionless, staring at you with a foreign look on his face. “Do you know what Jabba will do to you if he finds out?” he finally asked, his voice sounding thick and strained.
“I know,” your voice quivered.
You thought you might have seen something in his gaze, but it was too quick to pass and then he let go of your hair. “ Fuck .”
You were too slow to register what he was doing until your arms were freed and your chain clattered to the floor.
“What are you doing—” you were yanked on your feet and pushed towards the bed, your face hitting the mattress as Fett positioned you on the edge of the bed, his knee effectively spreading your legs apart. “What are you—”
“ Shut up ,” his voice was rough as he yanked on your skirt and undid the clasps in one fluid motion, exposing your plump ass to his eyes. You instinctively tried to close your legs but his knee only pressed further up, almost right against your aching cunt. “You wanted this,” his fingers brushed against your thighs and you quivered.
“Boba,” you didn’t know what possessed you to say his name but the next moment your ass was slapped and you screamed, your body jumping at the harsh beating from his hand.
“Don’t fucking say my name,” he growled and his threat only made you gush as your arousal dripped down your legs on top of the bed sheet.
“Fuck,” he hissed again and yanked you even further down the bed until you were barely hanging with your arms splayed across the mattress. “I don’t want your fucking cunt juices all over my bed.”
“I’m sorry—” your apology was interrupted by the swipe of calloused fingers against your folds and you howled from pleasure. You would have pushed away from Fett if he wasn’t holding on to you with a deadly grip of his other hand on your hip.
“You’re soaking wet,” he observed, retrieving his fingers to see them coated in your slick. “You sure you’ve never fucked anyone before? You seem too eager to get laid.”
You managed to twist your head to find his gaze. “I haven’t— I swear.”
“Are you that wet from watching me jerk myself?” he smirked, catching the crimson blush on your cheeks.
“I— I don’t know,” you stammered, squeezing your eyes shut and almost biting your tongue when Fett resumed his touch on your slippery folds.
“You’re a terrible liar, princess,” his thumb raked across your swollen clit and you almost lost yourself right there and then. It didn’t take long for you to get stimulated— the pent up frustrations that you had to experience weeks leading up to this moment, and seeing the Mandalorian’s naked body made you overly excited.
“Are you going to cum on my fingers?” he continued, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing out sharp gasps and moans from your lips. He was toying with you, drawing circles around your cunt, his fingers gently stroking your folds. The sensation was unlike anything you expected from the bounty hunter.
“P-please,” you begged him, bunching up the material of the sheet with your fingers.
“What would your father say if he saw his daughter bent over and begging for a release?” Fett chuckled. “You think he’d be disappointed? That his precious princess became Jabba’s whore?”
Your pussy clenched from his words and the bounty hunter hissed, feeling the tightness of your muscles around the tip of his fingers.
“I do wonder how you managed to fool Jabba,” he slipped his finger inside your folds and you howled, trashing in his hold. “Maybe you’re a good actress,” he sneered, adding another finger into you. “Or maybe you’re a natural,” you bucked your hips when he added a third finger, stretching your folds to a burning sensation, making you feel impossibly full.
“What do you say, princess?” his breath was next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine, and then he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting something that made you scream, hot supernova erupting somewhere in the depths of your womb— and then you were cumming on his fingers, shamelessly screaming and bucking your hips against his hand like you were an untamed blurrg.
You were still coming down from high, your breaths uneven and your legs collapsing under you when you felt something hard press against your folds, much larger than Fett’s fingers.
“Jabba should have sent you to someone else,” you twisted your head again to look at the bounty hunter.
“W-why?” you croaked.
“Because I’m not a kind man,” he answered you. “And I don’t have patience for virgins.”
“Then why—” your words died with a scream when Fett roughly sheathed himself inside of you with one thrust of his hips, effectively tearing you apart on his large cock. He must have chosen this position precisely for the reason that you couldn’t claw at him, your arms twisted in his hold behind your back as you sputtered your profanities with a hoarse voice, tears streaming down your face. It hurt— it hurt so much.
He didn’t give you any time to adjust. He was already pounding into you with each deep thrust of his hips, hilting himself all the way in. The raw way he was taking you— the animalistic act behind his thrusts, his low groans and swears each time your virgin walls squeezed his cock— it was all too much for you. You thought you were going to faint, instead Fett slithered his other hand between your bodies and found your clit.
“There, there, princess,” he groaned when you squeezed him again. “No time to sleep just yet. You have yet to cum on my cock.”
“Fuck— you,” you hissed.
He chuckled. “Already at it, princess. Unless that’s your way to beg for more, I’d be more than happy to oblige.”
He let go of your hands and then gripped your hips with both of his hands, shifting your ass up in the air as he pushed you further against him, your arms barely holding on to the edge of the bed. He bent your knees with a kick of his leg and you almost lost your balance, your own anchor was his cock lodged deep within you. Exactly how he wanted it.
Because if you thought he was already at his full speed when he started fucking you, you were wrong. You could only gasp and groan when he earnestly started pounding you, withdrawing himself to the tip and then back inside, his pelvis hitting your ass and his plump sack of balls slapping against your wet cunt. You couldn’t help the noises— both from your mouth and from your slicked folds. You were moaning when the pain subsidized, replaced with a slow burn that was steadily growing stronger with each of Fett’s thrusts. And your slicked folds were hungrily devouring Fett’s cock, your muscles becoming accustomed to his size.
“Oh— maker ,” you moaned when he rolled his hips, hitting that spot that made you see the stars the first time he made you cum. “Boba—”
He tightened his hold on your hips, bruising the skin under his fingers. “I said no names,” he growled, thrusting particularly hard inside of you.
“I-I’m sorry,” you gasped, your eyes rolled in the back of your head. “I can’t help it— you feel so good ,” you moaned.
The bounty hunter chuckled. “Did I spoil you with my cock, princess?” his voice was breathless, his movements becoming more violent. “I bet all of my bounty money you’d be thinking about my cock every time someone fucks your cunt.”
You whined, his words only making you hotter, your walls clenching around him in a desperate attempt to cum. “I don’t want—” you gasped. “I only want—” he didn’t let you finish. Because the next moment he growled, his teeth sinking in your shoulder as he pressed you against him and then he was pulsing deep within you, your walls milking his cock as his release exploded all over your walls, filling your cunt with his hot seed.
“ Fuck ,” he growled against you, lifting you up from the bed, still supporting you with his arm around your abdomen as he pressed your body against his chest. You were barely cognizant of his words. “Cum on my cock, princess,” his hot breath in your ear and his fingers rubbing your clit, sending you over the edge as you screamed from your second release, your walls still squeezing Fett’s cock as he stayed lodged within you even after changing the position of your bodies.
It took you much longer to come to your senses the second time around. Fett had become limp, his cock slipping out of your folds, your mixed fluids dripping out of you on the floor as he stood behind, holding you in his embrace. You must have zoned out completely at some point because you found your top missing, your breasts being manhandled by the bounty hunter as he squeezed your enlarged peaks between his fingers. You finally stirred, your vision regaining its focus and then you hissed, feeling a pang of pain between your legs.
“You’ll be sore for a few days,” Fett chuckled in your ear and you growled in response, shoving him away from you with your elbow. “Easy there, princess,” he mocked when you spun around to glare at him.
“Stop calling me that,” you hissed.
“What, princess?” he smirked. “Would you rather I revert back by calling you a whore?”
You had an urge to punch him now that your hands were free. “Don’t even think about doing it,” he growled, reading your intentions with a flick of his gaze over your tensed body.
You hissed again when the tingle of pain let itself known when you tried to move. “Did you have to be so rough?” you couldn’t help the hurt in your voice.
Fett snorted. “I told you I had no patience for this. Be glad I felt generous enough to fuck you,” he reached for the chain around your neck.
“Wait—” you tried to move away, only for your knees to hit the edge of the bed. “What’s going to happen now?”
“You’re going back to the harem and someone else will request your services the next night,” he was ruthless with his words just as with anything else.
“You’re not staying?” you didn’t mean to blurt it out. By the look on Fett’s face he was just as surprised by your question.
“I’m not fucking you again,” he announced when he yanked the chain and dragged you back to the chair.
“I don’t want—” the words were stuck in your throat as Fett pinned you to the chair with the chain.
“Don’t want what ?” he sounded agitated. The look on his face told you he must have really been tired.
You swallowed your pride and looked him dead in the eye. “I don’t want to be a whore.”
“You already are.”
“Not like this,” you shook your head. “I don’t mind if it’s you.”
You surprised him again. “You’re just saying that cause my cock was the first of the many you’re going to serve.”
“Please,” your voice broke. “Don’t let Jabba do this to me. I beg you.”
“I’m in no position to decide that,” Fett grunted, checking to make sure the bonds around your arms were secure with the chain. “You’re Jabba’s property, not mine.”
“Please—” you were interrupted when he grabbed a hold of your cheeks.
“I’m too tired for this shit,” he growled and then stuffed the gag in your mouth, muffling your protests. “I’m going to sleep and you’re going to be a good girl and behave yourself,” he lightly slapped your cheek and then turned away from you.
“And if I’m in a better mood when I wake up I might consider your offer to fuck you again,” he collapsed back on the bed, in the same position as before, his limp cock to your view— now coated with your sticky fluids.