Ten years had passed that day are on Kornos third The planets moved on their railways, and went on sun disappeared, and the war between Jedi and Sith continued.
With the aim to weaken the republic, the agents took advantage also of the Sith pirates for their their sinister plans. Quaris Turkat was one of them. The tall humanoids had brown skin and a square face. His eyes were pure white and shone in the twilight of his bridge-class corvette of the virus. The ship was the eloquent name Enslaver and was the flagship of his small fleet.
The Enslaver had six heavy guns and a hanger for up to 4 fighters. Sell its 35-strong crew of ferocious mercenaries for a hand full credits her own mother would if she knew this because.
“Admiral Turkat?”, He said the communications officer of the Enslaver with his self-appointed honorary designation. Turned the pirate leader around. Instead of hair he possessed at the back a good two dozen tentacles that were over a meter long, and usually easily on his broad shoulders back fell off.
“Wha’s up?” He hissed.
The communications officer gulped and turned his gaze from the snow-white eyes. His voice was anxious, “but you wanted to be informed when the emissary arrives Sith.”
“Yeah.” Turkan voice showed irritation. He could not stand it when his subordinate not to the point came. “Isssst his ship finally came out of hyperspace?”
“Yes, Admiral. The ambassador is already docked and expects you in 15 minutes in your cabin. ”
“Waaaas?” The fist of the pirate admiral opened the console and sparks flying, shattered as a display. The tentacles on the back of his head began a life of its own such as snakes.
“Come here.” A voice echoed in Jil’Jins head. The young Twi’lek would not obey, but moved their feet anyway. Helplessly watched her mind, what did her body without your intervention. The stranger was sitting in her chair Master. There was a young black-haired man in dark flowing robes. He smiled as the blue-skinned Twi’lek standing before him. He stretched out his hand and slid his fingers past the gauzy white gold cloth that hid their shame inclined observers insufficiently . His index finger touched the bare bud is lying to their desire to split her lips and played with the opening of their femininity.
Jil wanted to escape the wanted to pinch her legs together, but her body no longer belonged to her. Sun sprawled legs of the Twi’lek people willing to receive. He pushed his finger into it. Split the warm moist flesh of her pleasure cave. Mechanically from her lips came a slight groan. Then the human finger left her door again.
“On your knees with you, whore. Moving Let me see your breasts. “The lips of the boys are not, but his voice echoed through her mind, a thunderous command immediately. Her body slumped to his knees, his legs pushed apart and her pelvis him stretched out her lust column to the loomed considerably below the thin cloth fragment.
The hands of the Twi’lek had, meanwhile, the cloth that enveloped her ample, firm breasts solved. The blue-skinned girl of slender fingers wrapped itself around her breasts and played around her nipples. Jil felt the desire rising in her body, but it was not theirs. She felt the desire and the perverse desires of foreigners suspected of her body like a puppeteer abused.
He pitched his robe to the side and the voice in her head said, “Take my cock into her mouth and make it stiff.”
Her head bowed slightly before and after their dark blue lips bulged over his massive member. It tasted strangely foreign, saltier than the body of their master. She felt like she was fucking him with her mouth. The shock of her head made him go deep in her throat. The gag reflex was almost unbearable, but her head was moving faster and faster, and paid no attention to self. An indescribable nausea came over her. Jil wanted to scream, wanted to escape him, but she had no body, which offered the opportunity. The shock reached her throat and the stranger was wrapped around the limb of the narrow channel of her esophagus, which lay like a second skin over it. The gag reflex massaged her neck even further the intruder. Jil’Jins mind screamed helplessly. He felt the despair of the signals her body was not breathe. Then the man unloaded into her with a loud groan. She felt the hot spurts of semen which was thrown in her throat. Swallowed vast amounts of the male secretions.
Since leaving the foreign force to rid once and Jil could turn their bodies from the stranger. With a loud smacking the huge limb snapped out of her throat and mouth. Freed she knelt on all fours and could be a deep breath just to immediately give her the feeling of nausea after. They had given her to eat anything today, so they just broke something out of her stomach fluid and sperm from her mouth and onto the floor of the captain’s cabin.
The man stood up and looked disdainfully down on them. Its semi-rigid element crossed her field of vision. Suddenly seized two invisible hands their sensitive tentacles ends and forced her head back.
“Open your mouth Schutta.” The man said to her. This time his lips moved. Schutta was an insult to the one described Twi’lek women who prostitute themselves for money. This was not about to Jil’Jin. One As a child she had stolen on their home world and enslaved them. She was very pretty for a Twi’lek, she had been in her childhood and adolescence usually held only as a status symbol. Six months ago, she had then fallen into the hands of Tarkan . He used it as his personal sex slave. No one else on the ship was allowed to even touch only. Those who had tried it, could then perform a Weltraumspatziergang without a spacesuit.
“Mach finally on your fucking mouth, Schutta!” The voice repeated angrily. This time in her head. The invisible grip tightened around her two tentacle. Obeyed Jil. She did not dare to oppose the man. As much as her mind had now Fear of his power.
Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and looked up from her big eyes to the man. Its still a proud member was in his hand and he took it easy on her lips. Then suddenly opened the small opening at the tip of his manhood and a blast of golden urine shot in her mouth. Jil wanted to turn away her head, but an invisible hand held her head firmly in a vise, and forced her mouth wide apart.
Remained so her no choice but to swallow as the first surge, but it was soon pushed too much. A portion of his urine ran down her neck over her lips. He ran to moisten her breasts and her flat stomach and finally over between her thighs to the floor. This is apparently the man to attract special attention, for even before the last drop had left his penis, this was back hard and stiff.
Jil was terrified he could fuck her in the mouth again. His eyes, meanwhile, reveled in the flight of the girl. Several slight shocks, he actually drove into her mouth deep down her throat, then he dismissed them.
“On your feet with you.”
Dazed, she did what was demanded of her voice. Unsteady steps, she stood before him. She was sick of his human secretions. My mind wavered on the brink of fainting. They had a powerful impact on front tumbling and it coincided with the naked torsos on the Tarkan’s desk. As the man was already behind here. This time it felt like his hands are placed around the tentacles, while she felt the hard phallus in their shame.
The first impact drove the air from her lungs. So violent, so deeply penetrated the powerful element in their very tight vagina. Their intimate cave was broken by the greedy flesh of man. He took advantage of her, impaled it with his spear, thrust repeatedly against the edge of her uterus. Her hands clutched at the edge of the desk set.
Jil screamed and wept whether the severity of these brutal fucking. At the same time but also increased a sense of pleasure in her wedding. Initially, it was her distant and barely audible, but any further shocks in her tight hole, brought closer to that feeling. She whimpered and gasped as the man satisfying his lust into her mercilessly. Finally, she was overwhelmed by these feelings. It was almost as if his hands were by her desire their tentacles in the stomach to flow back. Their now dripping wet cave filled her mind with no more pain, no it was an indescribable pleasure. A feeling like they had never received it from Tarkan.
Exploded at once in her head millions of little stars and the girl shrugged Unrestrained and a wave of indescribable pleasure. She now felt how close her vaginal canal around his manhood and his desire to meet with pulsating movements came. She felt the tremor of that meat. Felt as he filled her womb with his seed. Then swam her consciousness in a big nothing.
The door opened and Tarkan appeared angry in his cabin. His gaze fell first on his Twi’lek slave girl who was still hunched over his desk. White liquid oozing from her swollen dark blue lips that twitched uncontrollably now and then.
“Whaaat is dasss? For this insolence you will pay, Sith, “he shouted at the dark-robed Sith, who had made himself comfortable in his chair. He raised his fist without a response to wait and rushed toward him. As he spoke at once an invisible hand and flung his body back against the wall. The invisible hand wrapped itself around his throat.
“You dare to speak of audacity?” Tarkan gasped for air.
“Where are the ships that you have promised my master?”, Said in a calm tone of the Sith. Slowly, he turned and rose from the chair. “We have led you to the fleet of Irdarianer. You attacked and conquered them. You’ve got the cargo as loot, pirate. Where now are our ships? ”
He took a few steps to Tarkan and looked at him. This rattled: “There were problems. The ships were badly damaged. ”
“Is this the reason why you sold them to the hat?” The voice of the young man was cold and poisonous as a Ammoniaksee. De pirates captured a jerk and stole his legs to the ground under their feet, while the handle to its reinforced throat. panic through him.
“Please. I had no chance. I had to get rid of the ships quickly, otherwise they would have recaptured the Republic. “The voice of the otherwise mighty pirate admiral was high and frightened.
“Spare me your lies, Turkat Quaris. My master gives you a last, very last chance, otherwise your slave will not be the only one who has to suffer under your stupidity. “Said the Sith factual.
“Yeah.” Tarkan gasped. “Please, I swear I do not order anything to satisfy him.”
The man took out a data crystal from his pocket and put it on the desk next to the naked torso of the Twi’lek. At her spread legs now feel like nectar ran her down along with parts of his seed, to her bare feet adorned with delicate tattoos. Always against one of its two tentacles twitched slightly from the consequences of their climax.
“In this crystal data are the flight data of a refugee convoy. They are the survivors of Talagen 5th My master wants to terminate these refugees their lives as slaves. All except one. Among them is a young man, a man. Nails Vilsense. Catch him and bring him to Corellian. The data outwit the meeting are on the data crystal. ”
“And the ship?”
“If you want to put the known location and type of Sithflotte be over. Do you understand? ”
“Yeah.” Whispered Tarkan. His countless tentacles swirling helplessly in the air.
“Well, and this time …” The blue eyes of the black-haired woman glared at him like laser beams. “Tolerate … neither I nor my master any excuses.”
The man squirmed away from him and left without another word to door. This opened up without which he would have touched the switch with the hand. The grip on the neck of the pirates came loose and he fell forward over the ground. He heard the door close to automatic, then the Sith had vanished.
Tarkan was panting and gasping for air. Panic was reflected his otherwise imperious white eyes. The light in them seemed subdued. With difficulty he drew himself up. His gaze fell on Jil `Jin, who just scrambled from his table. With a mighty blow, he discharged his fear in her face and tossed the Twi’lek girl to the ground.
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