Artwork by ArtOfVenus
“He…he licked me, Kara…”
A simple lingerie modeling gig for Kara and Evie turns into being displayed as status symbols in a Hutt clan reunion (as such gigs sometimes do).
The outcast Corpulus the Hutt wanted to impress his elders, and what better way than to arrive with a couple pretty blonde slave girls as arm-candy (or belly-candy, as it were).
The girls are still hoping they’ll get paid and go home to a very long hot bath. But hey, this is Kar-Vie…so it’s more likely they’ll be used as bargaining chips in a Hutt family feud!
“He…he licked me, Kara…” Evie mumbled in her daze. Her heavily-lidded eyes were unfocused, lost in a faraway stare. Her mouth lolled open from her slackened jaw. “He licked me…there…”
“Oh come on, Eves,” Kara tried to comfort her girlfriend. “You’ve been licked plenty of times before. I’ve never heard you complain when I do it. Or that hunky half orc – what was his name?”
“Not…not like this…” Evie continued to mumble as if lost in the memory. “He…he went everywhere…inside…outside…upside down…”
“Eves, it’s not like it was the first time for that, either…I mean, Marv’s tongue…mmmm…” Now it was Kara’s turn to be temporarily lost in memory. “And what about that talented kobold guard? He had such dexterity with his.”
“Not just there, Kares…” Evie sighed. “He also went…”
“OH.” Kara paused. She could tell that whatever else the Hutt had done to Evie in his private chamber, it had left her rattled – which was quite unusual. Usually, the kinkier the better for Evie.
Evie began to slump to her side until a sharp tug at her collar made her gasp in surprise. Her beastly new ‘master’ pulled her back against his slimy body. She settled back in, leaning against the giant slug’s belly and tried to ignore the gurgling sounds from within.
“Hold yer pose, slave girl,” his voice gurgled from behind her. “Gotta make it look good, we’s almost there.”
Kara shot a look at Evie while holding her own reclining pose. “Hang in there, Eves…we just have to play the role a bit longer. You’ve got this!” Usually Kara had to be the stoic one and keep Evie’s enthusiasm in check, so it was weird seeing her so apprehensive.
“I don’t know if I can, Kares…look, there’s more of them…what if they all want to…”
“Snap out of it!” Kara hissed. “We’ve been in worse situations. Besides, this is all your fault. I told you that ‘Fett Modeling Agency’ was a front for an escort service!”
“But the bald man seemed so nice…and he said we could keep the outfits.” Evie protested.
“Well you should have been suspicious when he said the Jawas were our transportation to the shoot.” Kara shot back. “Or at least when the Jawas put control collars on us!”
“Ugh…” Evie shuddered. “Such handsy little cretins. And so many of them…”
“And now we’re a hundred miles out into the desert playing slave girl, leashed and naked, and not a squirt of sunscreen to be found,” Kara complained. “I swear, if my fair skin gets burned…”
“I said I was sorry!” Evie whined. “Look, maybe we can hitch a ride back with those Tuskens. You like the strong, silent type.”
“Quiet!” the vile beast holding their leashes commanded, his words coming out with a belch of fetid air. His command came with another firm jerk on their collars. “Slave girls of the Hutt serve in silence. You was hired to look pretty and expensive and submissive. Now act like it!”
“Yes, Sir,” Kara and Evie muttered in unison.
“UNCLE!” the grotesque Hutt bellowed. “I seek an audience with the clan.” He gestured toward Evie and Kara before him. “And I bring gifts for my elders,” he continued with a bow of his head.
“Gifts?” Kara cried out in alarm. Then she gave her girlfriend a glare. “Dammit, Evie…”
An equally disgusting and enormous slug turned his platform to face theirs. “Corpulus,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “You have some nerve showing your face here.” Then he paused and looked over the collared blonde girls between them.
“But at least you brought party favors.”
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