4 comments/ 76855 views/ 31 favorites The Boba Fett Trilogy By: nazgul109 The Boba Fett Trilogy Part 1 A Taste of Death Boba opened his eyes from behind his mandalorian helmet groggily. He had been curled up in a corner Jabba's palace, dozing. The various denizens of the gangster's court all slumbered in various states of exhaustion. Boba sat up and quickly oriented himself to his surroundings. He could hardly believe he had fallen asleep in the main audience chamber. He had rarely been so careless in his life. His father had taught him one thing above all else in his youth on Kamino: never let your guard down. Boba had lived by that philosophy always. He had even been given private quarters here in Jabba's palace as a kind of bonus for bringing Solo to the hutt. And yet somehow he had fallen asleep here, allowing himself to become vulnerable to the myriad of criminals and aliens that surrounded him. Boba stood from the dark corner where he had been lying in shadows and silently appraised the room around him. Despite having somehow lost his focus temporarily, he quickly realized he was not in any apparent danger. The room around him was filled with the snoring and assorted respiration of aliens from a thousand worlds, now all dozing in the company of the giant slug at the middle of the court. Jabba himself was asleep, the only movement from the vile gangster his massive tail, as it twitched and slithered in salacious dreams. Another movement caught Boba's eyes as he looked to the center of the room. The rebel, Leia Organa, was awake and moving silently along the floor. Boba watched the attractive young woman as she quietly removed the chain around her neck with some kind of lock pick she had concealed. Looking up to see that Jabba was still asleep, the beautiful brunette began silently crawling along the floor on her hands and knees, her perfect body looking exquisite to Boba in the revealing metal bikini the crime lord had forced her to wear. Leia had been brave to attempt the lone rescue of Solo and Boba had respected her for that. More than that, her thermal detonator bluff as a disguised bounty hunter had impressed Boba immensely. Obviously it had been a ruse, but part of Boba realized that the beautiful Rebel would have made a very competent bounty hunter had her life lead her down a similar path as his. Now, as she silently tried to escape, Boba considered his options. He could call out right now, ending her escape attempt instantly. Boba could easily imagine the fate that would await Leia if he alerted Jabba and his guards. As the scantily clad brunette continued to silently slink across the dirty floor of the palace, coming ever closer to Boba, the bounty hunter made up his mind to remain silent. If she escaped, if she was caught, either way there was no profit in it for him. And Boba was hardly interested in seeing another attractive slave girl fed to the ravenous Rancor beneath his feet. Boba's head turned slightly as he watched the Leia continue her quiet escape. His visor's movement caught a glint of light and Leia's gaze instantly fixed on the deadly bounty hunter. As Leia's eyes opened wide with fear at being caught, she froze, realizing that her escape attempt had failed. Boba took a step towards her, silently approaching the half-naked Rebel. Leia raised a finger to her lips, gesturing him to remain silent. Boba nodded, ever so slowly, realizing that he was now putting his own life at risk, defying Jabba in his own audience chamber. Leia pointed at the staircase, clearly indicating that she was going to continue that way. Boba paused for a moment to ponder her. She had not indicated the exit staircase, rather the stairs that led to the living quarters for the few permanent denizens of the palace. Boba watched as she continued to slink across the floor, and then crawl up the stairs towards the living quarters. Careful not to make any noise, he followed her. As Boba reached the top of the stairs, he found Leia standing in the hallway. Off to her left, the frog-like alien Bubo slept, slumped on his side lazily. As Leia looked to Boba questioningly, he gestured to the third door on the right and Leia nodded in understanding. Boba walked to the door and entered his access code, unlocking the small room which had once served the B'omarr monks as living quarters, but was now converted to act as his private room, while he stayed as a guest of Jabba the Hutt. Leia silently entered his room and Boba stepped in, closing the automatic door behind him. "Why?" Leia said as she turned to face the armor-clad bounty hunter. "Why didn't you wake Jabba?" Boba said nothing, simply appraising the fiery passion and beauty of the metal-bikini clad princess. She had fantastic tits, there was no denying it. No wonder Jabba had chosen her as his personal slave girl. "Why!" Leia again demanded. "You could have stopped me...or turned me in." "There was no profit in it." Boba answered in his usual monotone. In truth, he wasn't exactly sure why he hadn't stopped her from trying to escape. Was it some grudging respect for the strong woman that had held him in check? Was he getting soft? Maybe he was just enamored with her beauty. Fett had to admit to himself, as a man he was as susceptible to the charms of a beautiful woman as anyone else. But no, it was more than that...something inside of him had wanted her to escape. "And last night?" Leia placed her hands on her hips in a defiant pose as her gaze bore into the bounty hunter. "He offered me to you. I know he did. And you refused." "I didn't want you like that." Boba answered honestly. "I've never taken a woman by force in my life." Leia silently appraised the cold metallic helmet of the bounty hunter. Boba began to realize just how attractive he found her. Her strength, her determination, her beauty. It all made for an intoxicating combination. "Take off your helmet." Leia demanded. "I want to see your face Boba Fett. I want to see the face of the greatest bounty hunter in the galaxy." Boba didn't care for her tone. No one gave him orders. It was part of the code he lived by. And yet, he found himself reaching up to remove his mandalorian helmet. Some part of him wanted Leia to see his face, to know the real person behind the mask. As he pulled off his helmet and looked at Leia face to face, he realized for the first time that he found her presence incredibly soothing. "Thank you." Leia said simply as she stepped close to him. Boba said nothing as he watched Leia slowly raise her hands and slide them up his armored chestplate. "I hated you once." Leia whispered, looking at the battle scarred armor that covered the hardened bounty hunter. "You took Han from me." Boba nodded slowly, feeling himself beginning to get aroused by his proximity to the beautiful brunette. "And for days now you've watched me get fucked in here." Leia continued. "I saw you watching yesterday when he made me blow that kowakian monkey-lizard in front of the entire court." Boba said nothing as Leia's right hand moved down to his crotch, massaging his building erection through his pants. She looked up into his eyes as Boba struggled to control his breathing against the gentle ministrations of the Rebel slave girl. "Did you like watching Boba?" Leia whispered as she continued to deftly massage his semi-hard erection through his pants. "Did you like watching me fuck and suck like that?" "If you think you can bribe me with your body into letting you escape, you're dead wrong." Leia only smiled, finding the zipper to his pants and slowly pulling it down. As her small hand snaked into his jumpsuit and wrapped around his dick, she smiled devilishly as she pulled out his erect cock and began to gently massage it. "Who says I want to escape?" Leia breathed as she moved up and kissed Boba tenderly. Boba kept his eyes fixed on her as she pulled back. He looked for any hint of deception in her eyes, but found none. "I'm exactly where I want to be. With you." Boba reached up and unclasped the top of her golden metal bikini, letting Leia's perfect breasts free. The bounty hunter pulled his gloves off one by one and then reached forward with his bare hands to take hold of Leia's ample tits. "Oh yes..." Leia purred, looking down at his hands on her chest. "You DO like me don't you..." Boba leaned down and kissed Leia forcefully. Part of him still suspected her motives. She couldn't really have given herself to him so fully without a hidden agenda. Surely she intended escape. Or to gain his sympathy at the least. But as her tongue slid into his mouth to return his kiss passionately, Boba realized it didn't matter. At this moment, she wanted him, he could feel the need within her. Pulling back from the kiss, Leia looked at him intensely. "I want you to fuck me while wearing your armor." She demanded, her voice husky with need. As she unclasped her bikini bottoms, she stepped out of the outfit to turn her perfect ass towards him for inspection. "I want you to fuck me from behind in your armor." Boba smirked as he approached the brunette from behind. Leia placed her hands flat against the wall and lowered her head submissively and she prepared for his entry. Boba stepped close to her and took hold of his erect cock, pressing it up into her waiting wetness from behind. Leia jumped at the contact as he found her steaming wet pussy with his cock and slowly began to enter her body. "Yesssss..." Leia hissed as half Boba's cock pressed up into her wet pussy. Boba grabbed onto her hips for leverage and pressed himself into her fully. "Ohhhh yessss...." Leia moaned. Boba stopped for a moment, savoring the warm feeling surrounding him as he was now fully embedded in the beautiful princess. This was worth it he realized. Worth risking Jabba's wrath, worth risking death. Fucking Leia was going to be worth it all. Besides, he had always lived his life on the edge. Taking hold of her braided pony tail with his left hand, and reaching around between her legs with his right, the bounty hunter began to fuck in and out of Leia forcefully. Leia gripped the wall as best she could, bracing herself against the assault. Boba put his leg muscles into it, fucking in and out of her as hard as he could, getting a satisfying gasp from Leia. "Haaahh!" Leia exclaimed as she was pinned to the wall by Fett's large cock. "Ohhhh Gods..." she moaned in wanton pleasure. Boba grunted as he continued his powerful assault on the sexy brunette. It all felt like something out of a dream...Leia was so perfect. The way she felt around his cock, the way she pressed back against him, welcoming his rough fucking of her. Leia was flawless...completely perfect. Her breasts shook back and forth with every thrust and Boba reached his right hand up to grab one as he intensified his thrusting. "Oh my gods, Boba..." Leia moaned, "I'm gonna cum all over you....I gonna cum all over you..." She chanted obscenely as her pussy began to spasm and contract around his dick. The sensation along with her sleazy words was too much for the bounty hunter, he felt himself begin to explode into Leia's pussy. His cock was spewing cum up inside of her. And her pussy felt alive, as if it were a hungry mouth, devouring his cum with each spurt. The sensation was indescribable as Boba shook with pleasure and Leia's hungry snatch devoured his cum with each spurt. "HAAAAaaaaaaa!" Leia let out a high-pitched squeal as her body continued to shake with multiple orgasms. Boba couldn't believe the intensity of their mutual orgasms. It felt like the most intense fuck of his entire life. Boba slid his cock out of her, his leg muscles totally exhausted. He slumped back onto the small bed at the side of the room and leaned back against the headboard, totally exhausted. Leia was still facing the wall, trembling uncontrollably. Her legs were shaking as she stood there, clinging to the wall for support. She let out little gasps every few seconds as she struggled to compose herself. Boba smiled with pride as he enjoyed seeing what his manhood had done to the her. He had seen her raped by Gamorreans days ago. He had seen Jabba himself fuck her with his massive hutt-tail. But never had he seen Leia shaking with such undeniable pleasure as he had just given her. It filled the bounty hunter with the same kind of pride his deadly reputation gave him. Leia turned her head sheepishly to look at Boba adoringly. "That was absolutely..." she began. "Amazing." Boba finished. He realized now he needed more of this beautiful woman. He would need her again and again. Leia nodded silently and walked unsteadily to rest on the bed with him. Curling up against his cold armor, she held onto Fett as if afraid to let him go. "Boba..." Leia whispered. "Jabba is going to die." "There have been many plots to kill him over the decades. But somehow he always manages to come out on top." "Not this time." Leia stated grimly. "This time he will taste death." "Why?" Boba said, turning his scarred face down to look at the small woman curling up next to him. "Because your Rebel friends are going to stop him?" "No." Leia answered with certainty. "Because Rystáll has poisoned his food." "Hutts can digest just about anything." Boba scoffed, thinking back on the many plots he'd heard to poison Jabba over the years. "At most she'll give him a stomach ache." "This poison is special. It was specifically created to slay Hutts. Lyn Me brought it into the palace two days ago. He's already eaten enough of it to kill him." Boba considered her words. What would become of this palace without Jabba? What would become of his vast criminal enterprise if he truly died? It would be chaos--that much was certain. "Why?" Boba asked. "Why would Rystáll and Lyn Me want Jabba dead?" Leia turned and looked up to Boba's face with amusement. "You really don't know?" She said coyly. "They're both in love with you, Boba." He looked into Leia's eyes intently. He had known about Lyn Me's infatuation with him. The young Twi'lek had all but offered herself to him on numerous occasions. And Rystáll...Boba had definitely felt the attraction between the sexy dancer and himself. But both of them in LOVE with him? And so much that they would try to KILL Jabba the Hutt? It hardly seemed plausible. "I don't believe you." Boba said simply, his bounty hunter outlook on the world far too simple to accept such a story. "Believe it, Boba Fett." Leia said as she raised herself up to straddle his body. As she lowered her face to his and kissed him tenderly he found his heart beginning to race. "Believe it because it's true." Boba said nothing, looking up at the beautiful Rebel fighter as she took his face in her hands. "And believe this as well." She continued. "You just gave me the monster fuck of my entire life." Boba let himself relax as Leia moved in and kissed him passionately. "Uuudaaa! Aaaahhh!" Jabba roared furiously as he clutched at his fat body in agony. His tail was writhing furiously as he thrashed around violently on his throne. Salacious Crumb screamed out in terror as the pain-ridden hutt lashed his tail out and accidentally whacked the monkey-lizard so hard it went flying from the throne onto the floor. Bib Fortuna attempted to calm his master while the entire court erupted with shouts and chaos as the assembled slime of Jabba's inner sanctum all stepped close to see what was wrong with the gigantic slug. "UUUUDAAA!" Jabba bellowed as his eyes began to roll back into his head and his mouth foamed over, drooling all over himself. Boba watched silently from the dark corner as the vile gangster thrashed in his death throws. It had happened just as Leia said it would. As Jabba let forth one last disgusting gurgle, he suddenly slumped forward, the life drained out of his eyes. Coming around slowly and rubbing his head, Salacious Crumb looked up from the ground just in time to scream in terror as Jabba's lifeless body slumped down on top of him, flattening the court jester under tons of dead weight. The assembled gangsters and criminals all stood there dumbfounded at the sudden turn of events. No one dared to speak in the room as the realization that Jabba the Hutt was dead dawned on the crowd. Leia suddenly stepped into the center of the room and walked up onto the former throne of the hutt, her perfect body drawing all eyes as she raised her hands to address the court. "Jabba is gone!" She announced forcefully, taking control of the room with her voice alone. "His era of slaves and torture is at an end!" There were a number of grumbles from the crowd as the criminal slime of the audience chamber voiced their obvious distaste at her announcement. "But hear me now!" Leia continued. "There is one man strong enough to lead Jabba's organization! One man with the guile and intelligence to take his place!" More assorted grumbling sounded through the chamber. Bib Fortuna edged slowly towards Leia, clearly making his move to seize power. "And that man is BOBA FETT!" Leia screamed out as the bounty hunter stepped into the light for the first time. "The greatest bounty hunter in the GALAXY!" One look from Boba sent Bib scurrying back from the throne. As he turned to face the crowd, his blaster and flame-thrower ready, Boba prepared for the fight of his life. Instead he found himself greeted by cheers and applause from the palace denizens. All around him the bizarre aliens Jabba had collected cheered and hollered his name. "Fett! Fett! Fett! Fett!" the crowed chanted as Boba, dumbfounded, stepped up onto the throne platform next to Leia. "Fett! Fett!" Rystáll chanted as she stepped onto the throne next to the bounty hunter, clapping her hands with the crowd. Boba reached out and slid his gloved fingers down her lavender face, caressing her beauty. Smiling at Boba, Rystáll took her place standing next to him, just as Leia stood at his opposite side. Boba looked again to the cheering crowd as Lyn Me walked forward, deftly stepping over Jabba's lifeless tail as she walked to the throne. The twi'lek gracefully strode onto the platform and traced her hands over the throne's control panel. Her lekku draped lazily over her shoulders as she beamed at Boba, and activated the trap door with her pale hand. Instantly the floor opened in front of the throne and Jabba's bloated corpse fell along with the squashed body of Salacious Crumb into the Rancor pit. The crowed cheered louder than ever as all advanced to watch the gruesome spectacle below. Boba felt his helmet being gently removed by Leia and Rystáll. He tensed for a moment at being unmasked in public. Leia's whisper at his side calmed him. "There's no need for secrecy now..." She explained as the women raised the battle-damaged helmet from the bounty hunter. "You are a bounty hunter no longer. You are now master of all that is before you." Boba looked to the crowd and noticed that they were far too engrossed in the macabre scene of Jabba's slug-like body being bitten in half by the Rancor to care about his face being revealed. Leia was right, he was the master now. Master of the galaxy's most vast criminal empire. As he looked to his left, he saw Bib Fortuna bow his head with respect, in a sign of subservience to his new master. Lyn Me moved gracefully up to Boba, her beautiful face reflecting nothing but adoration for him as she leaned in and kissed him slowly. Pulling back gently the twi'lek smiled mischievously and slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of Boba. She unzipped his pants and reached in, pulling his cock out as he looked down at her in surprise. He had seen Jabba engage in sex acts with his slave girls in public, but then hutt humility was almost a contradiction in terms. Boba had always been a secretive and private man. The Boba Fett Trilogy Lyn Me pulled his large cock out with her small hands and silently traced her tongue around the head. She looked up at him adoringly. "I've wanted to do this all my life..." she sighed as she took his cock into her mouth with one quick motion. Boba groaned and slid his gloved hand down to caress the pale girl's right lekku as she began sucking him gently. Leia and Rystáll's hands were on his armor, undoing clasps and buckles. Pulling off various weaponry to lay it down gently around the throne. Boba relaxed and let it happen. He was in their hands now...somehow he trusted them. Even here in this wretched hive of scum and villainy, he somehow sensed that he was now in control and safe. He was the ruler now where Jabba had once sat. And he deserved this. After such a hazardous life, he truly did deserve it. "What shall we call you now, my love?" Rystáll said playfully as she licked his ear and traced her tongue down his neck. "Boba the Fett?" Boba turned and took hold of the redhead by her fiery mane, bringing her mouth to his as he kissed her hotly. Rystáll moaned into his mouth while Lyn Me moaned around his cock, sending tremors through Boba's body. As if in a trance, Boba broke the kiss from Rystáll and turned his head to find Leia's beautiful face waiting for him. She kissed him with a passion he had never before felt, as if she were starving for the taste of his lips. Boba returned the kiss, tracing his tongue along hers as Rystáll continued to remove his armor. Lyn Me pulled his pants down, then quickly resumed her blow job, moving her tongue down the shaft of his cock, to gently suck on his balls. Rystáll moved down with a ravenous hunger of her own to take Boba's cock into her mouth. Both women sucked him greedily as Leia grasped his shoulders and gently guided him down to lie on his back. Boba could still hardly believe this good fortune. He was suddenly one of the most powerful men in the galaxy. He now controlled a vast criminal empire and ruled in place of the most powerful crime lord the galaxy had ever known. And he was being pushed down onto the throne and practically sucked dry by the three most beautiful women of the entire harem. Boba's head was spinning with the possibilities as he laid back and submitted to the ministrations of his new lovers. Leia caressed his face as she continued to feverishly suck on his tongue. Rystáll's mouth seemed to suck him like a starving rodian as she eagerly devoured his erect pole. Lyn Me was now sucking on his balls, alternating from one to the other and she nibbled and teased him with her mouth. Boba's ears were filled with a gentle alien tune played by Droopy McCool as he relaxed and accepted what was happening to him. Boba the Fett. He liked the sound of that. Boba forgot about the crowd. He forgot about Jabba and what had just transpired. All that he cared about was the intense pleasure of being orally ravished by the three vixens servicing him. Leia broke their kiss and moved her sleek body up to straddle his face. Throwing her bikini bottoms aside, she moved her hairless pussy right up to his face and took hold of his hair with both hands, pulling his mouth onto her wet slit. Boba slid his tongue up into her and began to devour the princess and she moaned in ecstasy and clamped her legs around his head. Rystáll stood and placed her hoofed feet on either side of Boba's body, slowly lowering herself down onto his dick. As she guided his cock up into her pussy with her hand she let her weight guide her down all the way and reached up to Leia to caress the princess's breasts with both hands. Leia purred as Boba furiously sucked on her pussy while Rystáll moaned as Boba's cock filled her lavender pussy fully. Lyn Me was still dutifully sucking and nibbling on his ball-sack, which she had now completely sucked into her hungry mouth. Boba could feel Rystáll's pussy spasming and gyrating around him. It felt as amazing as Leia's had last night. The warm, wet pussy seemed to have a life of its own as it frantically coaxed Boba's dick in and out. Leia's pussy was sucking and pulling at his tongue in just the same way. Boba had never in his life felt women who were so demanding...so HUNGRY. They were insatiable...all three of them. As he continued to tongue and tease Leia with his mouth, he felt his balls beginning to tighten. Boba was literally trembling with pleasure as he began to buck and spasm up into Rystáll. Her pussy was sucking and shuddering, cuming along with him in a violent torrent that was draining his cock to the last drop of cum. Boba moaned into Leia as her gyrating pussy suddenly exploded its sweet nectar into his mouth. He sucked frantically on her as she came violently, thrashing her head back and forth with wild abandon. Lyn Me sucked his balls harder than ever, as if she were trying to swallow his sack whole. Boba was shaking all over. He couldn't control his body and he continued to orgasm more intensely than ever in his life. This was it. This was to be his destiny. To fuck and suck and be devoured by the most beautiful women he had ever known. Boba Fett felt drained and exhausted. But he had just had a taste of heaven. "Oh gods, Boba..." Lyn Me sighed as she looked at him adoringly. "I love you..." Boba felt Rystáll's nails gently raking down his body as she continued trembling above him. "I love you Boba Fett...always." "And I love you, my dear..." Leia whispered above him, stroking his face lovingly. "I'll love you for a thousand years..." The all-powerful Sarlacc shifted it's tentacles in contentment. There would be no more resistance, no more struggling from this new, armor-encased food. The Sarlacc had little in the way of what could be considered true intelligence. More of a strange kind of coalescent group mind had evolved from the lingering consciousnesses of its many victims over the endless ages. The Sarlacc slid yet another feeding proboscis under the armor and onto the chest of its newest meal. Boba's sexual organ was completely enshrouded in one of the Sarlacc's sucking tube-like tentacles, while another enveloped his protein-producing balls, milking the precious fluid from him. Yet another, more complex tubule traced back and forth over his lips, like a lover's mouth. It minutely nourished him with the Sarlacc's own bodily fluids just as it sucked and took his fluids slowly into itself. But the two small tentacles reaching up into his nose were by far the most complex. Touching directly upon his brain, they stimulated the neurons to create the images and sounds necessary to keep the prey sedate. As it directly connected with the consciousness of its food, the Sarlacc fed it pleasant images, allowing the meal's own mind to create pleasurable settings as the Sarlacc slowly but surely continued to convert the food's body into something which was digestible. It was the perfect symbiotic relationship. And the Sarlacc had perfected it over countless generations. Rather than exposing its food to the pain of quick digestion, it had learned long ago how to prolong and extend the food's life. To keep it happy and sedate with the pleasurable stimulation of both body and mind. And slowly but surely, the Sarlacc continued to give and take from the new armored food which it so very much loved. To feed it and to feed upon it, minutely dissolving its meal second by second. To change its biochemical structure into something it could use....something it could eat. For a thousand years. The Boba Fett Trilogy Part 2 Belly of the Beast Boba Fett awoke in his luxurious bed, tangled in the bodies of three of his beautiful slave girls. He smiled as he recalled the hours of sexual escapades from the previous night. Sliding out of the bed slowly, not disturbing the exhausted women, Fett quietly donned a loose fitting robe and comfortable pants. The rich fabric was a stark contrast to the utilitarian armor he had worn most of his life. Fett walked causally into the large room that served as his private haven. All around him were the sleeping bodies of the most beautiful and seductive women he had ever known. He was atop the highest tower of Jabba's palace. Fett's palace he corrected himself mentally, as he walked across the spacious room to greet the twin Tatooine suns as dawn rose over the harsh desert. As the warm desert air brushed over him he leaned out over the railing and surveyed the world beneath him. He had made it. He had succeeded beyond his wildest dreams. Here he stood atop his own criminal empire, master of all beneath him. And soon, he would control Tatooine completely. After that, who knew how far he could go. As the twin suns rose to bath him in their warmth, he wondered if some day his ambitions could take him to the heart of the galaxy, even to control of the Empire itself. Boba thought back on his decision to release Leia Organa yesterday. He was still sure it had been a smart move. No matter what the rebel said to him, he knew she still loved Solo. His release of Leia and her carbonite encased smuggler had probably saved him from a vibro-dagger while he slept. And he intended to be far more cautious than Jabba had been. "Good morning, my love." Rystáll's voice came from behind him. Boba turned to find the beautiful alien completely naked, her lavender skin flawless in the morning light. Without a word she dropped to her knees and gently pulled Boba's pants down. With a smile she wordlessly took his cock into her mouth and began gently sucking him to full hardness. Boba leaned back on the balcony railing and enjoyed the sensation of Rystáll's insistent sucking. He was frankly amazed at his own stamina lately. He had been sucking and fucking women almost non-stop for a week now. Ever since Jabba's death and his ascendance to the throne of this criminal empire. And yet, he still was ever hard, ever virile, and always ready to fuck another member of his harem. Often two or three at a time. Rystáll moved her mouth down to his balls and began gently nibbling on them. Boba looked down at her, then appraised his cock. He should have been absolutely raw from the constant stream of pussy he had partaken of this past week and yet, he was apparently in perfect condition. Two more of his slave girls had awakened and were crawling towards the balcony like hungry Vornskyrrs appraising their prey. Boba smiled as the blue and red twi'leks advanced with almost perfect unison on all fours, slinking up to surround Rystáll. "Save some for us..." The red slave girl whispered as she sucked the head of Boba's cock into her hungry mouth. Rystáll smiled, with one of Boba's balls still in her talented mouth, then pulled back with a final lick to allow the blue twi'lek access to her master's now throbbing erection. The blue twi'lek dutifully replaced Rystáll's ministrations on his balls. Boba did not know the names of the two twi'leks, nor did he care. In his former life he had been obsessed with details, with planning and perfection. Now he shut his eyes and enjoyed the incredible sensations of two talented private whores devouring his cock. Rystáll stood on her hoofed feet and deftly moved behind Boba. Sliding onto her knees the lavender beauty took hold of her master by his hips and slid her tongue down the crack of his ass. Boba reached back and ran his hand through her hair as the sexy alien began working her tongue more insistently into Boba's ass as the twi'leks slowly exchanged places, the red girl taking his balls into her mouth while the blue smiled up at her master and lovingly took the entire length of his cock into her hot mouth deeply. Boba had to grab onto the handrail firmly to keep his footing as the three voracious sluts devoured him front and back. He closed his eyes and threw his head back in absolute ecstasy. As the tongues and mouths worked eagerly to please him, Boba marveled at the way they were somehow in perfect unison with each other. As if each knew exactly what the other was doing and adjusted to his desires accordingly. Boba opened his eyes to find Greeata quietly walking onto the balcony beside him. In truth, Rodians did nothing for him. But as she had proven last night, that sucking mouth could do absolute wonders. Boba extended his arm around the green skinned woman as she leaned over the blue twi'lek to suck gently on Boba's right nipple. Boba had to gasp as he found himself now sucked and devoured by four women simultaneously. It was more pleasure than any one man should rightly be allowed to experience. He turned his head to the left and found his mouth enveloped by the wet, sucking kiss of Lyn Me. The pale skinned beauty took his face in her hands and kissed the former bounty hunter with more passion than any of the women yet. Breaking the kiss Lyn Me locked eyes with Boba. He found it nearly impossible to concentrate on her as Rystáll worked her unrelenting tongue deeper into him from behind. He felt his entire body beginning to shake as the beautiful women sucked him with more determination every second. "Oh gods, I love you so much." Lyn Me gasped with adoration as she leaned in and passionately kissed him again. Boba had finally reached his peak, he felt like he was practically floating in a sea of sucking mouths dedicated to his pleasure. He began to shiver and convulse as an orgasm rocked his entire body. He nearly lost his footing as he exploded into the blue twi'lek's mouth, her red double mewling excitedly as she felt his balls contract in her mouth. Behind him, Rystáll continued her tongue assault, stimulating him in ways he'd never felt before. Lyn Me sucked on his mouth violently as he came, almost devouring his saliva like a hungry gundark as he struggled to stay standing. Boba was still trembling slightly when the women all slowly pulled away from him. He struggled to step forward and felt their tender hands guiding him back inside the central room of his private harem. As they led him onto a plush couch, he surveyed the rest of his sexual slaves. He had women of virtually every species in the galaxy all around him. They were all in various states of undress and each had a flawless body. Some were only beginning to stir from their sleep while others were gently caressing each other while starring at him. He had ordered his majordomo Bib Fortuna to convert this communications tower in his private chamber days ago. It had been redecorated in almost record time and Boba still marveled at how perfectly it had turned out. Unlike Jabba, Fett still considered himself a private man and he had no desire to continue the exhibitionist displays of the sexually obsessed Hutt that had preceded him. Fett enjoyed having his conquests here, in private. The audience chamber was now strictly for business. Business...Boba knew he really should attend to it. He had important matters to deal with today. And yet, as he surveyed the delicious women all beginning to stir around him, he realized he had plenty of time to worry about his new criminal enterprises. As his cock amazingly regained its full hardness in anticipation of his further conquests, Boba Fett shook his head in wonder. He was truly in paradise. "Please fuck me." Lyn Me whispered in his ear. "I need you inside me so badly." Boba smiled as he felt her small hands massaging his shoulders from behind. "I'm first today." A stern voice came from across the room. It was Arica, a slave girl whose red hair and fiery demeanor had caught his eye back before Jabba's death. As the tall redhead crossed the room confidently, Boba appraised her approvingly. She had more assurance than any other woman here, he had seen that in the way she danced for Jabba. Her body was not only flawless, but toned and athletic, much like Fett's own disciplined physique. She wore only the blue leggings of her dancing costume and was completely in control as she stood before him and straddled Boba's legs, kneeling on top of him on the couch. "My pussy needs some loving." Arica explained, reaching down and taking a firm hold of Boba's cock. "Make me cum." She ordered. Boba didn't quite care for Arica's demanding tone. He was the master here. And he recognized her assertiveness at once for what it was: a challenge. Slowly, the redheaded slut lowered herself onto Boba's waiting erection. She gritted her teeth but didn't make a sound as she took every inch of him into her wet pussy. Lyn Me made a pouting sound and pulled back to allow Arica the first fuck of the day. Boba reached up and took hold of Arica by the breasts. He began moving her up and down on him, controlling her fucking as he pushed up into her firmly. Arica locked eyes with Boba, and struggled to maintain control. She enjoyed having power over others. He could see it in her eyes. This was a battle to see who would cum first. And Boba silently accepted the challenge as he began thrusting into her agile body harder and harder with each stroke. Arica threw her head back and moaned uncontrollably as Boba slammed her pussy violently. He would control her...dominate her. She belonged to him as all the other women here did. Boba began to jackhammer her pussy faster and faster. He could feel his orgasm building, but fought it down with the discipline that had made him the greatest bounty hunter in the galaxy. Arica was losing and she knew it. She grabbed instinctively at Boba's wrists, weakly trying to pull him away but he refused to release his iron grip on her breasts. Arica was pummeled again and again until she began thrashing her head around violently, screaming like a wanton whore. "Aaahhhhhhhh!" she called out as her body convulsed in an orgasm. Boba let her completely cum, then pushed her off his cock onto the ground. Arica laid there, her legs trembling uncontrollably in post-orgasmic bliss as she starred up with a worshipful gaze at the large cock that had just dominated her. "Now you understand." Lyn Me mewled as she walked between the two and, facing away from Boba, lowered herself onto his dick with one quick motion. "Ohhhhh." Lyn Me moaned. "He's the greatest man in the galaxy Arica. You're just one of his bitches." Lyn Me began moving her leg muscles up and down as she impaled herself on Boba backwards, leaning towards the defeated redhead with a mocking smile. "Love him as I do," she panted, "And he might just keep you around." Arica nodded in utter defeat and slinked off on shaking legs. All around him, the other women of the harem were watching their master fuck Lyn Me with envious eyes. They began to lick and kiss each other, caressing and waiting their turns to be honored by their master's dick. Boba looked left and saw two of his slave girls devouring each other's pussies and quietly moaning as they stimulated each other while waiting for him to pleasure them. To his right, at least six alien females of one species or another were starring at him, gently licking their lips or licking each other in anticipation of the powerful fuck session Boba would give them today, just as he had yesterday. Arica slowly sat down next to the two slave girls eating one another. One had pink hair, the other, pure white. Boba couldn't remember their names anymore, he just called them Pink and White. Still not quite recovered from Boba's fuck, Arica slid her tongue seductively along Pink's perfect ass, never breaking eye contact with Boba. Rystáll's hoofed feet where suddenly at his sides on the couch as he looked up to find her lowering her perfect pussy right into his face. Boba took hold of the dancer's ass and began to devour her seething pussy while Lyn Me continued her backwards jackhammer fucking of his cock. Rystáll moaned as Boba ate her hairless slit perfectly, grinding her velvet pussy into her lover's mouth. Boba trailed his tongue up and down her wet slit, teasing her and pleasing her as his harem girls all looked on in admiration. The Boba Fett Trilogy With a sudden scream, Lyn Me came violently all over Boba's cock. Rystáll was right behind her dancer friend, as she exploded into Boba's sucking mouth, his hands holding her firmly. His cock still hard and ready for more, he gently pushed Rystáll and Lyn Me off him and walked up behind Pink, who was too engrossed in her own pussy eating to realize she was about to be taken. Arica moved aside to allow Boba to thrust into Pink with one swift stroke. The young girl moaned in ecstasy as Boba held her by the hips and began fucking her savagely. He felt like a teenager again. He could fuck and fuck for hours and never grow tired. He had heard of people using death sticks having stamina for hours on end, but he had never so much as sampled the addictive substance. Somehow, he was at his absolute physical peak, high on life itself. White moved her mouth from Pink's pussy, to suck on Boba's balls from below as he held Pink firmly and rammed into her repeatedly. Arica trailed her hands over his back in admiration as he pummeled the young slave girl. Arica...Boba had thoroughly enjoyed that conquest. In fact it had reminded him of just what he had been missing this past week: a challenge. Everything had been coming so easily lately. As he unloaded himself with a shudder into Pink's hungry pussy, he absent mindedly began planning exactly what today's business was going to be. Boba felt at home in his battle tested armor again. He scanned the exterior of the Lucky Despot with his thermographic sensors. The old converted cargo hauler served as a hotel to Mos Eisley as well as the fortress of his most powerful rival. As Fett's sensors identified the guards on the upper and lower levels, he felt his pulse quicken in anticipation of battle. His minions were ready to strike, slowly moving into position around Lady Valarian's base of operations. He silently appraised his forces as they encircled the criminal fortress. He liked his Weequay soldiers the best. The spoke even less than he did and they were born warriors. The Gamorreans and other assorted guards were less disciplined. But they only needed to serve as a diversion for this operation. Today Fett would destroy his rival in a single decisive blow. Bib Fortuna had nearly screamed when he heard the plan yesterday. A direct assault on Lady Valarian sounded like a suicide mission. But Fett needed some action. He craved battle and found nearly as much pleasure in it as he did his harem. Besides, Fett reasoned: it was the last thing she would ever expect. Valarian and Jabba had a sort of criminal cold war raging for years on this world. Fett gripped his blaster tightly and switched his visor to scan for Whiphid life signs. Cold wars were for pussies. Today he would heat things up. At once he found her on the upper-most level of the Luck Despot. Valarian's bulky form and distinctively repulsive physique filled his visor's thermographic readout. Fett grinned beneath his helmet with a thrill he hadn't felt since tracking the Millennium Falcon to Bespin. His prey was in sight. "Execute." He spoke decisively into his internal comlink. On command, the Weequay jumped from their hiding places and threw their thermal detonators towards the entrance of the Lucky Despot. The simultaneous explosions shook the peaceful Mos Eisley cityscape to its foundations. A hail of blaster fire erupted as his Gamorreans began firing wildly at Valarian's guards who scrambled at their posts. His Gamorreans were terrible shots, much as Fett had anticipated. They were practically useless with anything besides a vibro-axe, but their volley of fire was serving its purpose. The guards along the perimeter of Valarian's hotel/base were ducking for cover and struggling to return fire. Fett saw his opportunity and took it. Running from his hiding pace atop a nearby building, Fett jumped off roof and ignited his jet pack, climbing quickly over the hull of the Lucky Despot. A Valarian guard below spotted Boba and trained a blaster cannon on the armor clad bounty hunter. Boba fired a wrist rocket at the guard and the man exploded into a thousand gory pieces from the direct hit of the devastating weapon. Boba smiled and for a brief moment envisioned Luke Skywalker meeting a similar fate. One moment wielding his green lightsaber, the next moment blown to tiny pieces. It would have been so beautiful a moment. And it had nearly come to be. If only that blasted Solo hadn't... Boba shook his head and refocused himself on the task at hand. He wasn't even sure what he had just been thinking of. It was like a fragment of a memory he had somehow completely lost. As he reoriented on the heat signature of Lady Valarian, he silently chastised himself for losing his focus in the middle of battle. Climbing to a window nearby his Whiphid prey, he directed himself straight for the reinforced glass. Ducking his head as his jetpack carried him forward at break-neck speed, he fired his backpack missile, destroying the reinforced glass at the last second before impact and flying through the gaping hole. Boba cut his thrusters at the last possible moment and hit the interior wall of Valarian's fortress with a dull thud. Shaking off the pain of the impact, Boba quickly oriented himself. His thermographic sight had broken off his helmet during his spectacular entrance, but he knew he was close to his target. Confirming his suspicions, four human guards wearing full body armor entered the room, blasters drawn. Fett fired his sawed off Blastech EE-3 rifle into the first guard, hitting the man in the face, killing him before his body hit the ground. The remaining guards unleashed a volley of wild blaster fire from their rifles and Fett was forced to jump out of the way, rolling around the corner of a connecting hallway to avoid the deadly blasts. Reaching down to his utility belt, Boba pulled forth and tossed a Kaminoan toxic grenade back into the small room. There was a loud hissing from the small device, as it suddenly expelled its deadly contents into the contained area. Fett waited a moment, then stood and confidently strode into the room filled with his former attackers. The Tatooine breeze coming in through the shattered window was beginning to disburse the deadly gas already. Boba had nothing to fear as he stepped over the bodies of the instantly dead guards. He had spent most of his youth immunizing himself to Kaminoan toxins for occasions just like this. The guards all lay dead, their skin dissolving as the nerve toxin devoured them from within. Lady Valarian was alone in a small command center at the end of the hall. She spun around in horror as the fearful visage of Boba Fett emerged from the deadly fog of nerve gas behind him. The Whiphid was truly the most repulsive creature Fett had ever beheld. "Please!" The creature implored in a disgustingly feminine voice. "I know you've taken over Jabba's operation! I want to make peace with you! I only want to be your friend!" Boba raised his arm, bringing his flamethrower to bear on the hairy alien. "It's been my experience that having friends is overrated." Fett activated his wrist mounted flamethrower, igniting the crime lord in a blaze of agony. He watched her burn, feeling no remorse. She was a murderer. A crime lord like Jabba had been. And Tatooine wasn't big enough for the both of them. Valarian dropped into a shrieking heap on the ground, burning to death slowly. Boba coldly stood there watching his rival die. He turned and walked back towards the shattered window he had entered through. The nerve gas in the room had almost cleared as he looked down at his troops below. They all held Valarian's troops at blaster-point. His forces had won the day utterly. Boba leaned out the shattered window and addressed his prisoners below. "Valarian is dead! If any of you men wish to join me, give me your oaths now!" He called down to them. His guards stepped back as the captured Valarian soldiers all slowly stood and gazed with wonder and the man who had brought down their employer. The all raised their hands in a salute to him. "Hail Fett! Hail Fett!" "We're with you!" Boba smiled behind his expressionless mask. He decided to make a dramatic exit from his victory. "All you men who fought with me today!" He called out, "I'm buying at the cantina!" A series of cheers rang up from his men while the assembled city dwellers of Mos Eisley looked up in awe at the bounty hunter standing atop Valarian's base, smoke surrounding his armored body as he ignited his jetpack and blasted into the sky, heading for the cantina. "You really have a vivid imagination you know." A woman's voice came from Boba's left at the cantina bar. Boba turned to see a slim brunette sitting alone next to him. He had been here for hours, drinking heavily and celebrating with his men. He didn't know how he'd managed to overlook the attractive young girl for this long. "I mean it." The young woman continued, not looking at him, but starring vacantly at her drink, "You really are the most interesting person I've had the misfortune to know in the last hundred years." "You don't look a hundred years old." Boba said smugly as he took another shot of Johrian whiskey. "And you don't look like a crime lord." She replied solemnly. "You look like a bounty hunter living a fantasy life." Boba turned to appraise the girl more closely. He was far too drunk to care what her problem was. "Why don't you fuck off, you nasty little bitch." He snarled and signaled the bartender for another shot. "I'm celebrating here." "Indeed." The brunette continued, unabated. "You are master of Tatooine already. Next week you'll probably topple the Emperor and rule galaxy. Not a bad week's work really." Boba had had enough of this snotty bitch's taunts. He walked towards her and grabbed the small woman by the throat. "Listen up." He demanded, his scarred face leaning in close to menace her. "I'm not sure about the Emperor, but I'm definitely going to disintegrate your little ass, sweetheart." There was no fear in the girl's eyes as she defiantly returned his glare. "Wake up you stupid bastard, you've been had." She gasped beneath his gloved grip. "None of this is real." Boba dropped the defiant girl to the ground and walked back to his drink. Smiling up at him with mirth, she continued her verbal assault. "You're living a fucking fantasy Boba Fett. Do you really think so much good fortune could suddenly come your way?" Boba could hardly believe what balls this girl had. He seriously was considering disintegrating her right here. But something in her words gave him pause. Something she was saying had a ring of truth to it. Despite the music of the cantina, the alcohol clouding his brain, despite all the chaos around him, he turned his head to face her. "Think back." The brunette said as she stood and fearlessly approached Boba. "It's repressing the memories of how you got here, but if you focus yourself, you can recall it." "Recall what?" Boba turned to face her fully. "What the hell are you talking about?" "Recall how you ended up inside the Sarlacc Pit." Boba almost burst out laughing at the young girl. She was attractive, in her mid-twenties. Her dark hair closely cropped at her shoulders. She had the attire of a rogue...maybe an aspiring smuggler. But there was a fierce determination in her eyes that kept Boba from laughing. Whatever her real story, the girl seemed sincere. "I see." Boba smirked, picking up another shot and taking a half sip. "But where are all the tentacles and goo?" "All around you." She answered simply. "It plays games with your mind. Let's you think you're safe and successful. While it slowly sucks you dry." "What a crock of bantha shit." Boba laughed. "You're more drunk than I am. But at least you've got some guts. Either that or your just fucking crazy." "I don't have guts or anything else anymore." The brunette continued. "My name's Mica. I was devoured by this thing over a century ago." "Really?" Boba ran his hand lecherously down her hip. "You feel real enough to me." "Been having fun fulfilling all your wildest desires Boba Fett?" Mica asked, ignoring his hand. "Been having threesomes? Foursomes? Been defeating your enemies and conquering everyone in your way?" Boba removed his hand and stopped smiling. A cold shiver ran up his spine as he listened to her words. "Well I did too for a while." She went on. "Until it had dissolved my muscles enough that it didn't need to worry about me escaping anymore." Boba said nothing, taking a step back from Mica like she was a venomous kouhun. "Look..." she whispered, looking around the room morosely "I don't know how or why I even exist anymore. All I know is that it's not too late for you." "Not too late for what?" Boba asked, backing away from her with a growing sense of dread. "To escape from the Pit of Carkoon." Boba threw his whiskey glass down and stormed out of the cantina. His mind was spinning. He felt like he was going to be sick. What the hell was she talking about?! He was victorious today. This wasn't some hallucination, it was real! Stepping out into the desert air, he looked out at the setting of the twin suns. Could this be a dream? Could it all be some kind of massive trick? "Think back Boba..." Mica's voice came from behind him. He looked at her twin shadows on the ground next to his. "Think back to the battle you had at the Sarlacc Pit." Boba had never been near the blasted thing. What the hell was she talking about? He shook his head and tried to picture it. It was some big hole in the sand wasn't it? Jabba fed his prisoners to it for fun. Prisoners like Solo, like Skywalker... The image returned, Luke Skywalker fighting on a skiff. Boba about to kill the petulant Jedi...and just then...something happened... "That's it. Concentrate on that." Mica spoke softly, seeming to read his thoughts. Boba focused on that moment, and gradually it all became clear. Solo hitting his jetpack, ramming him into the sail barge. The screaming plummet into...the Sarlacc! Boba fell to his knees in despair. He remembered it all. She was right...this wasn't real. He was in the Sarlacc Pit. "Why tell me this?" He whispered hopelessly. "I'm doomed. I'm in the belly of the beast itself." "Because you're not doomed yet." Mica answered walking around to face him and dropping to her knees in the sand. Taking his face in her hands she forced Fett to look at her. "I've been in here so long that I only exist as thought, as consciousness." She explained. "You Boba, you fell in here with more weapons than most men could carry. You can still get out." "How?" "There's not much time. Come with me." Mica pulled him to his feet and dragged him to a nearby speeder. Climbing into the passenger seat, he let her take him into the desert, forgetting his men in the bar behind him and his women waiting back in the harem. It was nightfall when they arrived at the Pit of Carkoon. Mica walked to the edge of the Sarlacc Pit and Fett cautiously approached next to her gazing down with disgust at the gaping maw of the ravenous predator. Its beak-like tongue snapped with hunger while its writhing tentacles slithered across the sands, looking for fresh victims. "Don't worry about getting pulled in." Mica mused. "The bastard's already got us." "None of this is real?" Boba asked, looking out to the desert around them. "This part is." Mica explained. "Look to the west." Boba looked to see an approaching group of Tusken Raiders. Their line of Banthas riding in single file approached the Great Pit of Carkoon. "I don't know how this all works." Mica explained quickly. "I don't know how I was able to contact your mind and I don't know how I can perceive what the Sarlacc sees, but that caravan is real. They are approaching the Sarlacc to worship it right now. In the real world." "How can you know that?" Boba said looking to the approaching group of Sand People. "You're a meal just like me." Mica turned and grabbed Boba by his chest armor and pulled him to face her. He was taken aback by the girl's determination. "Listen to me, blast it!" she implored. "They worship the fucking thing. Once a year they sacrifice a woman to their 'God of Carkoon'. I know because each year I feel the mind of another Tusken get devoured in here." "Alright!" Boba pushed her back and grabbed Mica by the arms. "What do I have to do?" "The Sarlacc will be distracted when they...feed it. You'll have a few seconds to act. Use your weapons and get the hell out of this thing." "What about you?" "Just this." Mica answered seriously. "Promise me. Swear to me. You'll kill this thing." "And you along with it?" "I've been trapped in here, unable to die for over a hundred years. Please Boba Fett. Please promise me you'll end this nightmare." Boba looking hard into the face of the young brunette. He understood now. Her purpose had been to save him so that he in turn could save her. Save her by killing her and giving her final rest. "I swear it Mica." Boba answered solemnly. The Tuskens had surrounded them now but seemed to ignore them. The Sand People began a ghostly chant that rose into the dark Tatooine night. Boba took the small woman in his arms and held her tightly. "I swear it." Boba looked around for any sign the Tuskens would attack, but he and Mica stood there, seemingly invisible to the vicious raiders. He struggled to get his mind around it: the Tuskens were in the real world. He was in the pit, seeing through Mica's mind, seeing through the Sarlacc's consciousness somehow. It was insane, but somehow he made sense of his situation for the first time. The Tusken chant evolved into a horrifyingly precise, rhythmic dance of death. The desert raiders began thumping their gaffi sticks in unison on the sands at their feet as their shrill barking voices called out more adamantly. The Sarlacc answered with a ghastly bellow, raising itself up from the depths of its lair, hungry for the yearly offering. As Boba held the trembling Mica in his arms, he looked down to see the beaked tongue extending up to greet its new meal. Looking to his right he saw the tallest of the Tuskens bow down on its knees in reverence to the Sarlacc's gaping maw which rose into the night like a cruel worm. "It's time." Mica whispered into his shoulder, trembling in his embrace. "Move fast when it happens." Boba leaned back and looking into the beautiful girl's eyes as tears ran down her face. A Tusken female walked solemnly from the group directly into the hungry pit. "Thank you." Boba whispered as he leaned in and kissed Mica passionately. The thin girl held him tightly as the screams of the Tusken woman being seized by the Sarlacc filled their ears. "Go!" Mica yelled, breaking their kiss. Boba turned and jumped into the Sarlacc Pit. Boba's vision dissolved and for the first time in over a week, he could see his surroundings as they truly were. He was covered in tentacles, wrapped around his limps, extending under his armor, sucking at his face. The slime covered tendrils were up his nose, covering his genitals, sucking and gnawing at him all at once. Boba screamed as the horror of his true existence became apparent to him at last. At once the dark cavern around him was filled with light and the shrieks of the Tusken woman filled his ears. He saw her body carried down from above by thick, muscular tentacles. He looked up and saw her being carried onto a waiting wall of writhing arm-like appendages not far above him. The light began to fade as the opening above slowly closed. Mica's voice rang in his ears. NOW!