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

Korra's limp body could only flop on the ground as Jabba pounded into her holes. Her eyes were rolled to the back of her head. Her mouth hung open and her tongue was slack. It protruded from her mouth as her saliva pooled on the floor. Orgasm after orgasm shook her body as she slowly lost consciousness.... ... ... ... Korra awoke to a parched, dry mouth. She tried to cough but could only sputter. In Jabba's dim chambers, she searched for the outline of a wine glass. The chains on her collar rattled as she crawled to the cup and tipped it to her lips. The wine was warm, but it quenched her immediate thirst. Something moved between her legs and Korra groaned. Jabba's tentacle slid out of her gaping cunt, slick with their sex juices. He'd been fucking her day and night since that first meeting. How long ago was that now? She couldn't remember. More than a day. Less than a month...probably? Her Hutt Master made sure to use every one of her holes multiple times throughout the day, and every night she fell asleep to a tentacle or two rocking her stretched cunt to a toe-curling orgasm. But the spice only lasted so long, and when it wore off, her whole body felt like it was on fire. Unfortunately, Jabba had set certain rules for Korra before she was allowed her daily spice regimen. So, Korra crawled back to her Master and began her morning routine. Good morning, Master. I hope you like my performance today. Please use my body again as much as you like today. I am your whore to do with what you wish. Korra spoke quietly, in seductive tones. She peppered kisses along Jabba's slimy lips and rubbed her body against him. She then shakily got to her feet. Jabba's cum began to dribble down her leg and she reached for one of the pussy plugs he had given to her. It was 10 inches long and nearly 6 inches across, almost as large as one of Jabba's smaller tentacles. The former Avatar grunted as she pushed it in until the hilt disappeared into the trimmed tufts of her pubic hair. Your seed is safe inside me, Master. I won't let it spill out until I am carrying your child. She said the same words every day. Or, at least every day that she could remember. It was hard to remember her days before the fucking and the spice. Korra then pulled on her chain to allow for some slack and stepped away from Jabba. She walked to the center of the room, careful to keep the dildo in place with her kegel muscles, and signaled the band. A slow, mellow tune began to play and Korra started to shake her hips. She wriggled and writhed to the beat, showing off both her amazingly toned body and the golden chain outfit she was required to wear. Some of her wobbles were from an honest lack of stability but most were deliberate. Her hands worked their way up and down her body, caressing her bronzed skin as the music drew to a close. The band finished the first song and immediately started on the second. This was a tune Korra knew well. She rubbed her breasts and began pinching and pulling her own nipples until they protruded out from underneath the tiny chainlink pasties. Once her nipples were nice and hard, Korra lowered her knees to the ground. One hand moved down to her clit while the other continued playing with her breasts. She flicked the little chainlink modesty panel away and displayed her body before Jabba. Her fingers rubbed and circled her clit until it too was nice and hard. She could feel her own desire now, and that dildo buried inside her was not helping. Korra's other hand moved down and she gripped the dildo's base with both hands. Slowly, she began to pump it in and out of her used pussy. She remained upright and on her knees, like she had been taught to do as she fucked herself with the object. She thrust it to the beat, speeding up and slowing down in reaction to the band. As the song neared its end, Korra was trying desperately to get herself off but the beat kept slowing down. Finally, the song finished and Korra didn't cum. Again. Panting, she crawled to Jabba and removed the plug from her pussy. This was still the most humiliating thing she had to do every morning. Mmmaster pant please, pant pant fuck me. I can't cum pant unless you rape me pant pant with your tentacles. She reached for the nearest tentacle as she spoke and lay on her back. Her hands lined it up with her throbbing, swollen pussy lips as she tried to stuff it inside her cunt. Stuff your dicks in me and fill me with your seed, Master! Please!