TFA: Yep. Say goodbye to your stuff, and possibly your life.

From Create Your Own Story

So enraptured are you in O'takha's deft hands and Erosha's sparkling green eyes, that you don't notice one of those red hands slip away from your member and creep to your throat until you feel the prick of the blade at it.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" You whisper, glancing back at O'takha.

"Since you were stupid enough to wander in here, I guess I can spell it out: We're robbing you, gramps." The second Twi'lek skin red like some mythical devil laughs in your ear.

"This can't be right! Erosha, I saved you." You stammer, looking back to your green associate.

"Saved me from what, exactly? A sore throat?" Erosha asks, bringing her hand out from behind her lower back. She's produced a tiny holdout blaster pistol from somewhere. Of course, given how she's wearing precisely nothing, you can take a pretty accurate guess as to where it came from. She levels it at you.

"We stage a little throatfucking. Slam-Slam's a friend of mine. When he pounds my mouth like that, it never fails to draw some wannabe Jedi Knight, looking to save the day. And naturally, he's perfectly willing to believe I'll repay his kindness with some time inside me." Erosha admits.

"I'm here to make sure you're fleeced before that ever happens." O'takha tells you.

"We're gonna take everything from you, human." Erosha continues. "Your ship, your cargo, every last credit. I even want the clothes off your back."

"Maybe we'll let you keep your cum." O'takha laughs, fondling your heavy balls.

Of course, Erosha's content to start by ripping your blaster off your belt. Now you have two pistols pointed in your face. Great.

"Turn out his pockets, sis." Erosha bids her partner in crime. Being very careful to keep the knife to your throat, O'takha obliges, frisking you as thoroughly as only a scoundrel can and dropping everything at a pile before your feet. Your credit chips, every little trinket and curio you had on your person, and most importantly, the keys and codes to your ship.

"Hope your ship's in better condition than you are." Erosha jokes. "What are you flying, greyhair?"

Hoping to come out of this situation with something, anything, you coolly tell her you're flying a ship you saw landed by some particularly vicious Trandoshan slavers.

"I don't believe you." Erosha insists. Raising the holdout, she jams the barrel into your mouth. The... unique flavor of the metal pretty much confirms you were right about it's hiding place. You want to gag, but it seems unwise with a blaster tickling your tonsils. "The truth this time."

Shit, you mentally curse. You know better than to lose your life over a ship.

"Mmkay, Mmkay, Mll Mell You!" You insist, your words garbled by the weapon.

"Good." Erosha smiles smugly as you tell her about your actual ship. You can tell she enjoys the reversal of power in these situations.

"Y'happy now?" You say, hands at your side, lest the red one cut your throat.

"Uh, remember what I said about the clothes off your back?" She reminds you. You roll your eyes, not believing she was being literal. The way O'takha pushes you forward tells you she is.

"Look at it this way," Erosha laughs cruelly, blasters still trained on you as her partner strips you. "A smoking hot Twi'lek's ripping your clothes off. Maybe you can have a really good wank over that in the poorhouse."

"I think he needs a really good wank now, or his balls are gonna explode!" O'takha jeers as she removes your pants and gathers up your clothes.

"We'll have to run in a second, but maybe we can send in Slam-Slam? Those prosthetics of his aren't just for combat, believe us." Erosha informs you. Through all this humiliation, you remain hard. What can you say? It's been a really, really long time.

"One last thing. We can't have a naked old man running after us. Get on the bed." Erosha orders you.

"I'm goin', I'm goin'" You scowl, lying down on the bed. Going into a bedside cabinet, the ladies produce four sets of durasteel binders and shackle your arms and legs in place.

"Thank the Force for johns and their perversions!" Erosha giggles, tightening the last cuff around your wrist.

O'takha's busy gathering up "your" possessions as Erosha leans in for a last goodbye.

"Tell you what, since you've been such a good boy, maybe I won't tell Slam-Slam you're in here all locked-up and... vulnerable." She says, eyes twinkling with a malice she'd expertly hidden until now.

"You're a real piece of work, you know that, you stinky green schutta!" You rant. "When I get out of here, I'm gonna skullfuck you both worse than-"

Erosha halts your stream of enraged abuse by gagging you with her discarded panties. Taping over your mouth, she ensures the black undergarment prevents you from screaming for help.

"Look on the bright side, lover." Erosha says, stroking your silvery hair. "If fortune smiles on you, you may even earn back what you just had right before you die of old age!"

And with that, and everything you owned in their arms, Erosha and O'takha walked out of Room 13.

You thrashed against your restraints and screamed into the Twi'leks panties. The wormheads would be out of the system before anyone even knew you were in here.

Your cock still ached for a release you were in no position to give it.

How could this happen to you? You were smarter than this! You were Han Solo! You made the Kessel Run in less than 12 parsecs! You flew at the destruction of the first Death Star!

You prayed they didn't send Slam-Slam in.

The End

Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga
Character:
Han Solo

Setting:
The Force Awakens