Bring out the Twi'lek Oola!
From Create Your Own Story
"Bring out the Twilek Oola!"
As your orders boom throughout the throne room a lithe green slave girl is brought struggling from the crowd that surrounds your dais. The beautiful twi'lek's name is Oola, a gift given to you by your majordomo Bib Fortuna to pass the time during the dull days of place life. Young, naive, with the sensuous body of an erotic dancer she had made a perfect addition to your vast harem, and you immediately had her collared and leashed to your side to serve as your personal sex slave. Oola however had been disgusted with her treatment and since her arrival has continually resisted your advances despite several punishments. Last night after performing an arousing strip tease for your amusement she had refused to come and satisfy your "other" needs and as punishment for her disobedience you sent her to the Gamorrean barracks for the remainder of the evening. You had enjoyed watching the holo-video of the barracks as she was raped by countless guards forced into the most shameful sexual acts by the seedy denizens of the palace. Though it has been a full day since her abuse you can still see some of the red marks on her lovely olive green skin where they had wiped and beaten her. Now it was time to see if her punishment had taught her anything about appreciating her master...
The guards lead her to your eagerly waiting arms pressing her squirming form against your slimy mid-section. "Have you learned your lesson my pet?" You chuckle sliding you repellent tongue across the frightened girls face as she groans and turns her head away from your slobbering mouth. You enjoy her resistance, always having taken immense pleasure breaking feisty women. Oola was no different from your countless other slaves, always disgusted by you at first but soon broken into obedient sluts from your amusement. She would come to come to enjoy your special attentions and perhaps even beg for it someday.
You slide your greasy hand down her slender waist reaching behind to squeeze her well-rounded ass, your tongue continuing to loll over her sweet face. You move it across her lips as she whimpers in discomfort her futile struggle ending as she prepares herself for another disgusting rape. You, however, have other plans and slip your tongue back into your wide mouth using one arm to cup the girls chin and lift her eyes to meet yours.
“Tonight you will dance for me and after we will find out if you are worthy of my collar.” You rumble as the chain around her neck is locked to your throne. Submissively she nods, her eyes downcast and defeated. You smile, knowing soon all will to resist in your young slave will end.
“Until then my lovely I want you to…”
