Infiltrating The Palace - Sex Stories

Infiltrating The Palace

... Twi'lek wouldn't go done without a fight, Mara decided to take a dirtier approach, one she believed the ruthless Hutt would appreciate. Mara turned on her toes, waiting until Oola came face to face with her. When the moment came, Mara pounced on the Twi'lek, lifting Oola into the air before carefully dropping her onto the ground, bringing any protests to a sharp stop when Mara clamped her wet lips against Oola's. It was a sudden occurrence, but the reaction from the bystanders was instantaneous, with a cacophony of excited jeers and whistles pounding off the walls of the throne room.

Mara used Oola's surprise to her advantage, invading the Twi'lek's mouth with her nimble tongue. She swept her tongue along the bridge of Oola's mouth, quickly snaking it around Oola's with brute force. Without warning, Mara forced her body between Oola's toned legs, spreading them to gain access to the region she intended to manipulate. Using her red fingernails to slash the fishnet bodysuit apart, Mara moved her digits towards Oola's slit, unsurprised to discover it to be a little more stretched out than what was normal, the effects of becoming a Hutt's favourite plaything.

With a sudden plunge, Mara embedded her fingers knuckle-deep, splaying her digits to caress the lining of Oola's pussy, chuckling when any sense of resistance from the green-skinned woman vanished. It was a testament to Jabba's ability to condition his slaves, along with Mara's understanding of how to use the ...

... conditioning to her advantage. Mara slid her fingers in and out, not showing the least bit care for whether the enslaved Twi'lek could keep up with the assault.

"Doesn't that feel good, schutta?" Mara whispered, forcing Oola to meet her intense gaze, utilising the Hutt's own techniques to force Oola back into a submissive state. "That's it, let your master see how well he's broken you in, let your true nature come out to play."

Mara still found some semblance of disobedience in Oola's eyes, but nowhere near enough to stop what was taking place. With nothing to stop her, Mara moved her fingers with frightening speed, sawing them into Oola's tunnel without delay or pause, hammering away at the deepest point she could physically reach. As she had anticipated, Mara felt Oola become almost docile, relaxing back against the floor in an act of surrender that had become second nature to her in the time following her enslavement.

"You're close, I can feel it," Mara dragged her tongue along Oola's cheek, flicking it across the conical ear extending from the leather headdress. Letting a small amount of energy build at her fingertips, Mara subjected her dance rival to a series of powerful vibrations, pushing her towards a climatic finish. "That's it, give in. Forget everything else, give your body what it craves, Twi'lek."

"Ahhhh!" Oola's guttural cry rang out throughout the throne room, much to the delight of the braying crowd. The Twi'lek raised her lower body off the ground, ...