"You have the potential to learn everything I just did, and more. Believe me, I was holding back pretty considerably back there. Apparently Lord Vader saw you a little while back, and felt your Force potential. I feel it too. You're powerful". Her hand squeezes his dick through his pants. "Or, you will be, if you survive. Tell me, kid, is this real, or did you get it installed like your arms and legs?"
She was incredibly worn down, trying to come up with something about him being a virgin, but it just didn't come to mind as he extracted himself. Her hole clenched again, feeling almost lonely without the hunter's cock stuffed in it, but Dana had began gritting her teeth. Her stomach had just been filled with cum and her breasts were aching and still leaving droplets of milk. While her rage was being suppressed from the drugs, the pressure of another migraine was coming. She could look over to see her gear. Not being a complete moron, the guy had thought to keep it well away from her, but it was still in sight. "..smokes. At least let me down so I can smoke....or at least just light one and give it to me." Her voice had raised, coming out it's absent mindedness, but she had absolutely no energy to struggle. She was aware that the odds of getting him to agree to anything were minimal, but the stress was still starting to boil over in her drugged body.
"Interesting." He replied still a little bit curious. Then she got to the part with Lord Vader, making him think. That explains the staring from earlier. He sighed. Until she suddenly squeezed his flaccid cock. "What the?" He was taken by surprise, before chuckling. "Hah. Do you really think the empire would waste resources to give a death trooper a bigger penis?" He grinned.
The hunter nods. "After that, you've earned it." He grabs a smoke and puts it in her mouth, and lights it. "I'm waiting for some business to clear up, but when it's over with, I'm going to deliver you. Originally, I was gonna hand you over to that gang, but now that I know what fucking you is like, I'm gonna sell you to a slaver. The right people would pay a fortune for a girl like you".
She shrugs, "I don't know, you Imp Military guys are weird. It wouldn't surprise me." She pilots the craft into a nondescript alley. "Here's the deal. There's a club for people like us who are Force sensitives who've served the Emperor well. They're going to offer to let you join. At first, it's just like any other secret society. You get faster promotions, nepotism, that kind of thing. But, if you prove yourself, eventually you'll get the chance to become the apprentice of someone like me, who'll teach you how to use the Force, and instruct you in the ways of he Dark Side."
She took a drag off of it. At least that was a very small comfort. She still had this asshole who planned to sell her off to some sex market. She had no plans to let it happen. Granted, very few had any plans to let that happen to begin with. On the other hand, trying to set up contacts would require him to spend time instead of just going straight to his destination, and as far as she could tell, they were landed right now. Waiting for rescue wasn't reasonable. She'd need to develop a plan. Though her options were limited. It wasn't really part of her plan. More of her just natural attitude returning that prompted her to insult him. "There's an idea. You could get more profit that way. As a doctor, I recommend spending the money on dick-growth pills." While she made her insult, her insides were still sore, feeling where she had just been pounded from his size, but she still eyed him, trying to get under his skin.
DT-L30 nods eager listening to her, "Alright, but what's the catch? I doubt this'll be a sign here, and we'll let you in kind of club." He replied in a serious tone. Though the offer sounded nice, that would only mean they wanted something from you.
"No need to fight. Let's try to remember which one of us is a giant pussy. Wait...I know! The one who blows his load in two pumps." She really had no other resources available at the moment, all she could do was just antagonize him, even though it was doubtful to get her anywhere.
She gets out of the speeder and directs DT to do the same. She lifts a sewer grate with the Force. "The catch is that in return for promotions and wealth, members of our order get chosen for the most dangerous missions available. Force training, if you earn it and decide to accept it, is brutal, and kills most people who try it. I still carry the scars from my training, not all of them on my body". She jumps down into the sewer.
He cracks his neck. "All right, doc. You asked for it. Open your mouth". He walks towards her, his penis growing hard yet again.
Her attempts to rile up him up had worked too well. Biting him wouldn't be the most well thought out move. She was still not able to move, and could just loll open her mouth. Unceremoniously, he shoved himself down in a single thrust, not concerned about her being ready for it. She had challenged the rapist into violating her again under the pretense that he couldn't last worth anything. In a very twisted way, she wanted to prove that. Dana wasn't used to ever losing at anything. Even if it came to milking this sick fuck's cock, she would win. Her tongue searched to lap at his most sensitive parts, breathing through her nose to withstand his thrusts. She wasn't blowing him. He was fucking her mouth. Titling her head, the best she could, she pushed her own mouth onto his cock further, trying to ignore her urge to care. Her eyes peered upwards to face his while her throat was getting pounded, getting a proper look at him and then rolling her eyes and looking away, allowing her throat to be pounded, acting completely disinterested. Down below, there was another quivering sensation from her crotch, a mini-orgasm building, that she fought back the urge to release, choosing to just stare up at him with the least concerned expression she could muster while getting her mouth raped. "Mmf-ooohuu, ha-mmm-ven't blown al-gruimmm-eady?" Trying to talk was pretty much impossible with his thick cock stuffing down her throat, but she didn't doubt that he wasn't getting the message.
"What? Is that it, seriously?" DT-L30 replied as he got out of the speeder. If that was everything they needed in return, he was more than happy to accept. "Very well, I accept." He agreed, as the woman lifted a sewer grate with the Force. He was a death trooper after all, and every mission he's ever taken has been dangerous for a normal stormtrooper to accept. So he was eager to see just how much harder these missions will be. He jumps down the sewer to follow her.
The hunter laughs, reaching down to play with her breasts as he relentlessly fuck her throat. The milk has been drained out of them, but they're still highly sensitive to touch. "I wonder if I should just keep you?" He talks as his cock pistons down Danann's throat. "I doubt there's another slut half as hot as you in the whole galaxy!" He shakes his head. "Nah, ooh! Gods, your throat is amazing! I need the money, though. You'll be my meal ticket".
He lands on the bank of a river of sludge, waste and detritus. The Zabrak leads him through the long neglected tunnels for a significant way. When it seems like she's just going to keep walking forever, she reaches a panel, undoing it to reveal a screen. She waves a pendant in front of it, and the sewer wall opens up. Through the doorway he sees an immense chamber, well lit, with activity going on inside it. Where the walls in the tunnel are brown and covered with waste, in the huge chamber they're grey, and immaculately clean. The red girl walks towards the large door covered in an Imperial sigil, and strips. She lifts her top, revealing her taut breasts, and bends over to remove the boots and tight leather pants she wears, revealing her round ass and hairless cunt. A servant walks to her and hands her a robe. "Get naked, kid, and put one of these on." She pulls the robe over her head, the baggy clothing obscuring her curves, and pulls up the hood. "Everyone has to wear a robe inside, except for Vader. It's tradition, apparently."
"Shhh-" Her muffled noises made her unable to curse out from her body betraying her, nipples perking right back up again, rock hard, mounds shaking as her body thrashed the most it could from her restraints. Pounding so far into her throat, she couldn't open her mouth any wider to take it in. Licking in time with her sucking, she could feel him starting to pulsate again, right on time with hers. It was a race to see who could force the other to cum first, but one she just couldn't win. Moaning onto his cock as she sucked it down even harder. She couldn't breath. Starting to get light headed again and her vision blurring, obscuring the brutal mouth rape from her sight, she could just feel the pleasure from it that her sensitive body kept making her crotch burn hotter for. There was no skill involved from his fucking. Just pounding without actually caring about her pleasure, and her enhanced body, feeling so sensitive that it made it much more appealing. A slave that couldn't help, but getting turned on every time her tits got played with or groped.....there was definitely a market for that. And she didn't like it.
Gailte nods, seeing that Tarkin has situation under control. She cleans herself and puts on her clothes. "By your leave, Moff." She decided to leave Tarkin, to play with his new toy.
The hunter mauls her breasts with both his hands as he fucks her mouth. "Sadly, the sensitivity will wear off in time, but while I still have you..." He twists her nipples viciously.
Tarkin nods. "Enjoy yourself, my dears. Soon, your squadron will arrive, and I'll be giving you your choice of assignments, but in the meantime, relax. Let me know if you want to change ships". Zenobia salutes, and turns to leave with Gailte. They aren't stopped on the way out, and their shuttle returns them to the Harbinger with no issues
