Thread: The Legend of Korra: Whore of the Galaxy (StarSiren & Potter-kun)

Korra hated the Gammoreans almost as much as she hated Jabba. Both were slimy, smelly and cruel, but at least the pig-men acted on orders. They wouldn't kill her unless her master told them to, but Jabba was a loose cannon. As a maid, she'd cleaned up plenty of 'servant accidents' already. Once there were 9 in one night! Korra remembered being called into his entertainment room to scrub the floor after the larger chunks of.. something.. had been discarded, only to watch as her Master strangled, blasted, poisoned or beat to death eight more servants. The worst part was being forced to clean the floors again each time, knowing that he intended to do it all over again in a matter of mere minutes. As those memories resurfaced, Korra shivered. Is that why she was being summoned? She couldn't remember a time when her Master had asked for her by name. She was a maid, nothing more, and she was often referred to as such. But to be requested by name to see Jabba himself? She was definitely in a whole heap of trouble. Korra's shoulders drooped and her head hung low as she entered her Master's private chamber. She tried her best to look like a picture-perfect, obedient servant in hopes that just maybe she would be forgiven. She didn't raise her head upon crossing the threshold of the room, nor did she make any sound. She knew from the turns and hallways she'd been led down that she was now standing in her Master's private chambers. She could hear the jingle of his scantily clad harem and smell the delicacies of her homeland. But it wasn't until her Master adressed her that she dared to look up. All around, the room was decorated in opulent colors and a fragrant smoke lingered in the air. It swirled in eddies around the girls' movements as they oiled, rubbed and toweled their Master. There was indeed a feast laid out, and a seat prepared at the table for Korra. Cautiously, she lifted the bag and set it on the table before pulling up her chair. She had taken spice before, several times, but she didn't care for the drug. It addled her mind in a way that she hated, and she never quite remembered what happened while it was in her system. But this was a direct command from her Master and to been seen as unappreciative was just as bad as disobedient. Korra nodded and opened the bag. Her fingers sought out a small amount and she dosed herself under her Master's watchful eye. Next, at his request, she poured herself some wine and began to eat and drink the meal set before her. It tasted as authentic as she remembered, but anything was better than the flavorless gruel and meal packets that the servants ate. This whole situation was.. strange. But the most unusual thing about all of it was her Master's greeting. He had wished her a happy birthday. She had never heard of Jabba throwing anyone a birthday feast except for himself. What made her so special? The fact that he'd called her beautiful was glossed over in her mind. Jabba valued many things, and chief among them was beauty. To that end, he generally kept only the loveliest servants for himself. Since she hadn't been transferred, sold or killed, Korra guessed that her physical appearance was pleasing. After consuming half of her plate and downing her goblet of wine, Korra wiped her mouth and looked at her Master. She knew better than to look him in the eye, so she watched his tentacle-like tail instead. It was twitching or pulsing in an unusual way, but the end of it disappeared behind one of his harem girls. ..thank you Ma- The girl in front of the tentacle let out a whimper of pleasure and Korra's attention shifted. The harem slave looked young, like Korra. She was wearing an elaborate set of looped gold chains that fell in a series of droops from a bejeweled, golden collar. She had matching loops falling from bands on her arms, legs, hands and head. The body jewelry was beautiful, but it didn't cover the girl up in any way. Her modest beasts and large areola were proudly on display. Anyone in the room could see how hard her nipples were or the way she rocked her hips forward and back. It was almost as if - Aaahhhhh!! AAAAHHHHhhhhh!!!! The young girl screamed and placed her hands on the ground in front of her. Her legs moved to a squatting position, so she was on all fours like a dog. Korra's jaw dropped. There in front of Jabba, for anyone to see, this young girl barely older than Korra herself was pistoning away on the slimy Hutt's tail. The effort on Jabba's part was minimal a minor thrusting twisting motion. The girl, on the other hand, was slamming her innocent maidenhead into the tentacle tail with the ferocity of a rancor killing it's prey. With every self - imposed ram, more of the tentacle entered the girl's puffy, swollen lips. It was a mesmerizing dance, with the chains swaying and the girl bouncing and Jabba twitching. Korra wanted to look away, to stop it, to do anything! But she couldn't. Her eyes were fixated on the disturbing scene until It ended. Suddenly the girl's panting filled the room. She wailed something incoherent as she forced the tentacle further inside than Korra had seen before, and convulsed on It. The girl's whole body shook and spasmed, and her voice hinged on the edge of audible hearing. Exhausted now, the girl collapsed onto the floor as some kind of liquid began to sputter out between Jabba's tentacle and her own stretched out pussy. Slowly, the tentacle slid out and pushed the girl 's hip until her ass was facing Korra's direction. Then he slid the tentacle under the girl's stomach and forced her to raise her stunningly round cheeks into the air. From this angle of ass up, shoulders down, Korra watched in horror as more of the slimy juices dribbled ouy of the girl's gaping hole. If cross - species breeding was a thing, Korra was pretty sure this girl just got knocked up with a baby Hutt. As the girl slowly recovered, Korra was finally able to tear her eyes away. Her cheeks burned with shame for watching the whole thing unfold. And then the way Jabba had turned his slave there at the end, it was like he wanted her to see It all! Korra tried to keep her eyes focused on the exorbitant amounts of food on the table instead of the recuperating sex doll. She knew she needed to speak, to thank her Master for his kindness, but she was rattled by the fucking she'd just seen, so it took time to think of what to say. ..thanks.. I mean, thank you Master! It was kind of you to remember.. She dare not say any more, for fear that she'd give herself and her abilities away, or be forced to copulate like that slave girl had just done.