Chapter 0 - Within and Without the Hive

(CW/Tags: Star Wars, Horror, Monster, Rape, Gangbang, Handjob, Rough sex, F/M, Mind control, Aphrodisiac, Bukkake, Futa/Futa/F, Creampie, Threesome, Vaginal sex, Double penetration, Dubious consent, Cumflation, Cum-eating)

Between two rocky hills on Geonosis, Ganodi sat cross-legged, staring into the modest campfire that reflected off her black, distant eyes. She listened to the flames crackle and crisp the charred firewood, hoping the steady rhythm would soon soothe her nervous spirit and chilled body.

In front of Ganodi was her friend, leader, and swordswoman, Dokaa Haash. She was a red-skinned Togruta with a white face mask that complimented her yellow eyes well. In spite of her exotic beauty, she nosily gnawed and chewed at some plump roasted lizard-thing, muscular jaws flexing and dripping with grease.

The inglorious display had taken Ganodi’s mind off her internal troubles for a little bit. She giggled out loud. 

“Could you possibly eat that thing in any grosser way?”

Dokaa swallowed a mouthful of greasy meat down before replying. “Not at all,” she said in her hard voice, made harder by cheap alcohol and cheaper tabac. “This little delicacy could use some nice, thick gravy.”

“Maybe you could collect that all that grease running down the tips of your head-tails, and make your lizard gravy with that?”

She barked thunderous laughter. 

“You’re one funny girl, I ever tell you that, Ganodi? Not only can you cast magic like an angry god, you can cast out humor, too. You have a lot of potential in that little body of yours.”

Ganodi’s green cheeks blushed, the compliment helping to make her less nervous about tomorrow, but not by much. 

“Thank you,” she said. “But there’s something bothering me.”

“Oh? Don’t be afraid to speak your mind with me.”

Ganodi opened her mouth to express her anxieties, yet she quickly decided to speak about something else - something near nonsensical. She didn’t want to burden Dokaa with her self-doubt. 

“So…where’s my meal?” She folded her arms to add to the effect. “I’m aware that you’re the leader, but are you letting Alucrafo favor you over me just because I’m new to the group?”

Rolling her eyes, Dokaa replied, “I knew you would eventually start getting hungry and start spouting off foolish stuff. Be patient and Alucrafo will feed you as she fed me. She’s an excellent hunter with sharp eyes.”

“If her eyes are so sharp, how come she didn’t see the hunger in mine?”

Dokaa tore the meaty tail off the lizard-thing, tender flesh and tendons breaking apart. “Catch this,” she told Ganodi before tossing the meat to her. “That should hold you until she returns. Now stop whining, it’s an unbecoming habit of artifact hunters.”

Ganodi dismissively huffed before taking a bite from the savory, fat-rich lizard tail. Mouth full, she said, “I guess that’s true. You don’t become a captain by being a whiner.”

Nodding in agreement, Dokka bared a toothy grin. 

“By the way, don’t talk with a mouthful of food,” she ordered Ganodi. “That’s also unbecoming and how you choke on your food.”

Oh, whatever, Ganodi thought, just because you’re the oldest battleaxe of a woman here doesn’t mean you’re my mother, too. 

Just as Ganodi opened her full mouth to speak, a firm hand clapped down on her shoulder, nearly making her choke on the meat in her mouth.While recovering, she turned around to see who the hand belonged to. It was Alucrafo, the roguish ranger and orange-skinned Twi'lek. She daintily walked around Ganodi to sit by the campfire, presenting two of the lizard-things. They were quite dead and hung off a dry branch.

“I hope I didn’t disturb either of you two,” she spoke in a low, melodic voice. “But I have brought dinner for you and I, Ganodi.”

“Too late,” rasped Ganodi, rubbing the side of her sore throat. “But thank you for the food. Fantastic job, Alucrafo.”

She nodded before setting up her catch to be spit-roasted over the flickering flames. 

“I apologize for the little shock, but I’m happy to see Dokaa was willing to share her meat with you. She tends to lack the nuthering aspects most women her age have.”

“I only gave her a little piece because you took so long hunting.” Dokka said, defending herself. “You should’ve see the act this girl performed.” She sneered at both Alucrafo and Ganodi.

“Hunting takes time, just like building bonds. So in more polite words, I’d like to say that you sharing with Ganodi was nice of you.”

“Sure, sure,” Dokka said with a dismissive wave. “Just keep on cooking, please.”

Alucrafo shrugged her shoulders. “Will do,” she said. She turned her tentacled head towards Ganodi. “How have you been feeling, dear? Excited for your first real artifact hunt?”

Sucking in air through her teeth, Ganodi replied, “O-of course! I’m very, very excited. I never really imagined myself to be here with types like you or Dokka. But since I have magic, it was either become a weather-seer or midwife at my village, and I’m not fit for either of those roles. So here I am, a proud battle-caster.” She hoped the false enthusiasm would stop Alucrafo from prodding deeper, a painfully annoying habit she practiced with a deft mind.

Her narrowing, sly huntress eyes suggested it didn’t. 

“Well, you certainly are chatty about your past when we should be dealing with the present, no?”

“What’s wrong with talking about the past?” Dokka interrupted, her teeth gnawing on a bone to dig out the marrow. “Even if the girl doesn’t have much of one to speak of, she should acknowledge how far she’s come and where’s she’s going.”

“Yeah, listen to Dokka,” Ganodi suggested. “A little bit of reflection before a major event has never hurt anybody.”

“Sometimes I feel like I’m the only being with eyes on this team.” Alucrafo uttered a dramatic sigh. She gazed at Ganodi with a shrewd, cunning expression on her face. “Why must you lie to us so? I didn’t want to brute force this issue, but I must to ensure our team has the most cohesion tomorrow to avoid incidents that retired our last teammate, Sorodin.”

“Oh, spare me please,” Dokka angrily groaned. “Ganodi is fine, and I’d rather you not bring up that incident before a hunt. That has to be begging for bad luck.”

“I don’t believe in bad luck or other such silly superstitions,” Alucrafo shot back. “I only believe in the reality of helping Ganodi come to terms with her fears and anxieties.”

After throwing her emptied bone away, Dokka mumbled, “Carry on then, you two.”

“Can I have a say in this?” Ganodi asked. “Please…”

“Of course you can, dear,” Alucrafo answered. “What would you like to say?”

“I guess what I’m most scared of is if something goes wrong, there will be nothing I can do about it, even if I have my magic and my blade. Of course the Geonosians have been gone for eons, but there has to be something left in these towering hives. There just has to, I swear I can feel it from here.”

Alucrafo leaned over to rub Ganodi’s narrow shoulder, her fingers gentle and relaxing. 

“Don’t worry about any of that nonsense,” she gently ordered. “If you think over and over that you will fail, you certainly will because of a little thing called a self-fulfilling prophecy. All you need to know about being a relic hunter is two simple things, really.”

“And those two simple things are?”

“A moment, please.” Alucrafo briefly looked at the roasting lizard-things, saw they were cooked to perfection, and removed them. She handed one to Ganodi while keeping one for herself. After waiting for her meal to cool, she took two large bites and swallowed, a subtle look of delight on her face. “Fantastic.”

Raising one finger, Alucrafo spoke. “The first thing is that you never show off. We are not some immature boys trying to impress each other. We are grown women doing serious work.” She raised a second finger. “And the second thing is that you should never be afraid to ask for assistance. No matter what, we are a team. Something we are all better off remembering. Agree?” 

Ganodi quickly shook her head, the green protrusions on her scalp shaking like leaves. 

“I’m sorry for not telling you about my concerns earlier.”

“Neither Dokka or I need your apologies, just your ability to sling magic.” Alucrafo winked at Ganodi before standing up. She stretched her wonderfully long and supple limbs, taking the simplest of joy from the act. “If anybody needs me, I’ll be in the tent. I suggest you two start sleeping sooner or later, as the trek to the abandoned hive will be no little exercise.”

“Keep my pillow warm,” Dokka jokingly called out to Alucrafo’s lean back. “Love that girl, I really do, but sometimes she drives me madder than a cornered rancor.”

“She could be a little less intrusive at times, but Alucrafo is good folk.” Ganodi bit into her lizard, wholly surprised unseasoned meat could be so flavorful. “These are good.”

Yawning, Dokka slowly got to her feet. She dusted herself off with rough, clumsy hands. 

“Have fun with that. Also have fun with first watch, sweetheart.”

“What?” Ganodi blurted, genuinely surprised. “Who said anything about a watch?”

“Me, the leader and boss woman,” she quipped, scratching her muscular midriff while smiling smugly. “Consider it a good time to reflect on Alucrafo’s words or something. I don’t know. Be a darling and wake me up in two hours sharp.”

“I have this handled” mumbled Ganodi, trying to hide the rising resentment in her voice.

“Good girl.” Dokka lazily waved before going to the communal tent.

With the taste of delicious meat and fading anger on her tongue, Ganodi looked towards the night sky, it’s infinite galactic tapestry filling her eyes and heart with wonder.

“Pretty.”

<<<V>>>

Silver-tonged as Alucrafo was, she surely wasn’t lying about the trek to the derelict hive. 

For dusty miles upon dusty miles, the stalwart trio trekked across the rugged, inhospitable landscape of Geonosis like desperate nomads escaping stalking beasts. Some time during the orange-tinted afternoon, they arrived at their towering destination. It appeared worn-down but still functional for adventuring and looting. They stood in a tight semi-circle, rocks and pebbles strewn about their tired, aching feet. With some time to respite, they examined each other’s hardscrabble adventuring gear.

Being the battle-caster, Ganodi had a duelist set-up where she kept the right side of her body lightly armored with thin leathers and defended by a short sword in hand, while her left side was exposed to allow for more fluid sorcery. Dusted and dirtied as it was, her dark, medium-length skirt waved like a flag around her skinny green legs.

Alucrafo wore short, skin-tight leather pants full of holes and a belly tank-top that highlighted what their meager coverage did not. Unwise as Dokka told her it was, she defended her fashion choice by claiming it was better to be mobile and fleet-footed instead of heavily armored or lumbering. She wielded a chipped arming sword and a rusty stiletto small enough to pass for a letter opener.

With more than enough cracked leather armor than she needed but still easily carried, Dokka appeared as a wild woman holding an even wilder great sword. The monstrous weapon was half her already impressive height, thoroughly nicked with the tell-tales of her previous battles and conquests. She wiped her glistening cherry-colored forehead, and glared up at the hive a few dozen feet from her. 

She had began to address her teammates. “And here we are, ladies,” she announced, voice echoing off the massive, pointed edifice. “Any last words you two would like to say before we begin the relic hunt?”

Puffing her undeveloped chest out, Ganodi proudly shot a response back. “I’m ready to do my best!”

“Same as the go-getter here.” Alucrafo playfully patted Ganodi’s head protrusions, as if to settle down an excited child. Ganodi chucked as she pushed the pleasant hand away.

“Excellent,” Dokka retorted, a slight smile on her face “Let’s make each other proud, ladies.”

They ambled several more feet until they met the sheer face of the Geonosian hive, its looming, dominating presence seemed to cut the sky in half. 

“The front entrance is never a wise choice, but I did see a rectangular opening far up this ruin,” Dokka commented before turning to Ganodi. “Do you have any magic that could help us get up there?”

“Of course,” she replied. “Give me a few minutes.” Wiggling her left fingers, Ganodi exhaled as she let magic surge course through her body like an swig of hot buttered rum. She whispered some esoteric words, and then poked Dokka’s and Alucrafo’s torsos with eight dainty fingers each.

“Interesting,” mused Alucrafo while looking at the spot Ganodi touched. “What do we do now?”

“Easy – we now spider-walk up this obstacle. Watch me!” Easy as the vertical surface was a horizontal paved brick road, Ganodi walked up the hive, wholly unaffected by gravity. She treaded up twenty or so feet up before turning her head to shout down. “I’d do this fast. The spell is reliable but quite short-lived.”

“Amazing,” Alucrafo and Dokka simultaneously whispered. 

Being the braver of the two, Dokka took an exploratory step, some more, and soon she had easily walked up the wall like Ganodi did. 

“You are a true sorcerer,” she said to Ganodi, eyes full of child-like wonder.

“Just helping the team,” Ganodi shouted down.

Alucrafo carefully followed the two, catching up with them with a wary expression clear on her face.

Fifteen or so gravity-defying minutes later, the trio made their way through the rectangular window and into a gigantic, circular room in the hive. It was wide as it was bare, and quite dusty, too. It appeared untouched by any hands or even the wind for an impossible amount of time.

Ganodi sneezed, but spoke up afterwards. “This…doesn’t look like much.” She ambled about the dry room, looking around, somewhat confused. “Where are the relics?”

“Look closer around you,” Dokka instructed Ganodi with a pointing finger. “Stay perceptive when on the hunt for relics.”

“I’m looking...” Ganodi searched the room to see a parallel, spacious descending staircase of smoothed rock. The steps were so broad, they could be used as beds with proper covering. “So we just go down there until we see something that catches our eyes?”

“Indeed,” Alucrafo affirmed. “Considering the territory and race we’re dealing with here, the boon is mostly like to be stashed lower than higher. I hope you like walking, the most common and absolutely exciting part of being a relic hunter.”

“Ah, no way…” Ganodi groaned. “But my feet are already aching terribly.”

“You get used to the marching pains,” Dokka calmly stated like a wise warrior poet. “Now follow me, I’ll take point.”

Doing so, Ganodi and Alucrafo trailed her down the staircase, their feet collectively scuffling down ancient steps until the orange lighting of the sky was replaced by a green, almost sinister light from crystals implanted in the ceiling or flooring.

After half an hour of treading down mountainous stairs, Ganodi touched Alucrafo’s narrow shoulder to get her attention. 

“Hey,” Ganodi whispered. “Could you tell me about what happened to Sorodin?”

 “Not so sure,” she whispered back, cautiously looking ahead towards Dokka. “She hates to talk about that, and hates it even more when I talk about it.”

“Not even a small story?”

“No, not even a small story.”

Turning her head back slightly, Dokka spoke in a low, even voice. “What are you two jabbering about back there? Whatever it is, be quiet. We’re in unknown territory.”

As if she zipped their lips close with her own hand, they immediately shut up.

“Rude,” hissed Alucrafo.

“Rather be rude then alerting some bandits or worse, darling,” said Dokka. “Now shut up, please.”

They had made their way to a another deep, dark room filled only with eerie green crystal lights. Luckily for them, a mysterious, wide table of flat-topped rock occupied the room’s center. Dokka declared it was a good place to recuperate and tend to their sore feet, so they did so without a peep of complaining.

Sitting at the base of the table, Ganodi asked Dokka, “How deep does this blasted hive go?”

Dokka sat on the table, rubbing her feet.

“I have not a clue,” she admitted, shrugging. “Miles, perhaps. According to our commissioner, Geonosians build hives that spiral up just as much as they spiral down. I do know for certain that they keep their finest riches near the bottom.”

“That’s unreal!” Slumping her shoulders in defeat, Ganodi started to whine. “This feels like a mistake.”

“Trust me,” Alucrafo suggested while ambling about the room. “You’re just being impatient. You’ll know true disappointment if we find nothing at all.”

“How uplifting,” Ganodi quipped.

Dokka jumped in. “Alucrafo tries her best – she really does. Now let’s all be a little quiet. I’d rather not get a headache from your whining, Ganodi.” 

For a few more relaxing moments, the team enjoyed their respite until Ganodi noticed an odd sound emitting from somewhere. She perked up, feeling anxious as the low sound slowly increased in intensity.

“…Anybody else hear that?”

“Hear what exactly?” asked Alucrafo. She rubbed her head tentacles to see if they would provide more information. “I hear nothing. Are you okay, Ganodi?”

“It’s like a strange humming…” Ganodi continued. “Buzzing?” 

Alucrafo scanned the bleak room, searching for anything that would explain the buzz. 

“Now that you mention it, I do hear it. It’s definitely a low buzzing sound. But nothing lives in these dead hives, so I have no idea who or what could be making them.” Alucrafo continued looking around the room, but more anxiously this time.

“Maybe its something with the underground,” Dokka added, soon withdrawing her massive great sword. “Or maybe it’s something alive and hungry.”

“I-I hope not,” Ganodi stammered, gulping deeply. She follow Dokka’s directing, unsheathing her smaller sword as well. She also allowed magic flow into her sweaty, trembling fingertips.

“I think we should leave,” Alucrafo thought out loud. She fingered her still sheathed stiletto like a nervous child would finger a good luck bracelet. “The buzzing is getting loud-“

But before she could finish the sentence, hundreds of emaciated Geonosians flooded into the gigantic room like a hideous mass of locusts, their flying numbers so great they darkened the room. Their monstrous buzzing drilled into Ganodi’s head.

She immediately froze up, dropping her sword with a loud clang. Alucrafo screamed in mortal terror, but still pointed her stiletto and arming sword at innumerable targets. Even in the face of impossible odds, Dokka’s instinctively began to yell commands.

“Ganodi – shape up, pick that blade up, and start blasting these winged bastards! Alucrafo – support her, and don’t let them get into my flanks or hers!” Dokka held her sword in a grip so savage, the muscles and veins in her arms furiously bulged. Screaming over the deafening mass buzz, she roared, “I don’t think we can get out of this, but we can at least take a few of these bugs with us!”

“Y-yes!” Ganodi snapped out of her terror-induced stupor, but still violently shook. 

In two shaky motions, she snatched her short sword, and began to attack the swarm with bolts of blinding white lightning. Dozens of the Geonosians fell as smoking, charred husks, causing the vile scent of cooked chitin to foul the already stale air. But they still persisted, endlessly entering the room with no signs of stopping like floodwater.

Some had reached the floor by now, their hard, digitigrade feet scraping on the ground as they encircled the trio. Horrifying as their numbers were, what Ganodi found the most eerie were their hollow, unblinking, chalk-white eyes. The Geonosians slowly advanced as one mindless mass, their jaws slack and their hands reaching for anything within their blind sight.

Fearlessly, Dokka chopped through the horrid monsters. Her grand blade weaved through them like a scythe through wilted wheat. Green blood flowed across the floor, forming grotesque, mirror-like pools that reflected her nightmarish situation. But with each Geonosian hacked down, five more appeared to replace it. No amount of successful swinging reduced their numbers.

Stabbing and slashing wildly, Alucrafo inflicted only superficial wounds. Some strikes were lucky enough to pierce an eye or major organ, but most harmlessly bounced off chitin like plate mail. Soon, she lost one of her blades, and three Geonosians took advantage of her disarmament. They pulled her into the swarm as she flailed, twisting about.

“Help me! Help me!” she screamed until her voiced was lost in the cacophonous hellscape.

“On the table,” Dokka desperately commanded Ganodi. “Seize the higher ground!”

As Ganodi scrambled up the table, she quickly noticed she stood alone. 

Dokka’s remained in the crowd, roaring and punching because she somehow lost her mighty sword. 

“Damn you all!” she shrieked, absolutely raging “Damn you all!” As she was dragged bodily into the crowd, she started to holler in agony. A few Geonosians gripped her head-tails with out a care for their sensitivity.

Terrified and wholly alone, Ganodi simply stopped fighting. She stood, waiting for a fate probably similar to Dokka’s or Alucrafo’s. Two hard hands gripped her skinny ankles, jerking them hard enough to make her fall. Her back struck the stone table so hard, the impact reverberated pain through her spine until it inched across her entire skeleton.

Instead of being dragged away, something much more terrifying occurred. They fought amongst themselves to strip Ganodi of her armor, their hands moving with sudden, unexpected fury and violence. A particularly swift, deft-handed Geonosian maneuvered between her thighs, and slashed her leather cuirass down the middle. 

Once exposed to the lukewarm air of the underground hive, Ganodi’s forest green nipples hardened into tiny nubs. The areolae tingled as their little bumps came to life. Having absolutely no desire to see what else these sick beings intended for her, Ganodi kicked and flailed harder than Alucrafo ever could. She was too mentally drained to summon even a spark of lightning.

Two Geonosians painfully slammed her twig-like arms against the table’s rough surface. Their harsh touches caused waves of gooseflesh to rise across Ganodi’s skin. 

The one currently between her legs had started to fight with the skirt there, tearing and prodding at the clothing.

“Don’t touch me there, you vile-“ her protests had warped into a sharp gasp of pleasure. The Geonosian dealing with her skirt eventually tore it off, his hand scraping against her exposed clitoris as it did so. A shameful rush of blood soon inflamed her tender vulva until it gleamed with lusty fluids.

After the flash of pleasure passed, Ganodi gazed down to see an unsettling sight standing before her wet, hairless mound. Dead and white as his eyes were, the slack-jawed Geonosian passionately stroked his chitin-plated, insectile penis until it was firm, leaking jade-colored precum. Once done, the evil tool towered at least a foot in height, throbbing for the warm hole in front of it.

“Don’t!” Ganodi desperately shrieked. “Don’t you dare!” With her minimal muscle mass, she attempted to make a final drastic push to escape. She futilely fought against the hands holding her arms down and prying her meager thighs apart until a burning heat press against her drooling slit. She seized up in an instant, too terrified to resist anymore.

The Geonosian surged forward, leaning over Ganodi to fully hilt his uncompromising hardness within her soft, unprepared folds. Ganodi went wild, screaming and moaning and shaking from the intrusion. Pools of tears had formed in her eyes, glad the penetration didn’t somehow kill her, yet fearing for what was surely next.

The Geonosian started to thrust back and forth, his massive chitin-plated cock scraping against all the right spots of Ganodi’s slick depths. He slipped into her so deeply, Ganodi’s stomach had a slight bulge with each individual bottoming out. Soon, Ganodi wilted underneath the withering thrusts, back grating against the stone table with each movement. Even if it was rape by a strange monster, her cunt tightly hugged him like some long lost lover.

Without warning, the Geonosian rutted into Ganodi until he reached a punishing tempo that rendered Ganodi a moaning, panting mess. He exploded within her abused cunt, sloppily unsheathing from her warmth with a soft gurgle. Copious amounts of cum drooled from the gaping opening.

Just as Ganodi thought the intrusion was over, another Geonosian jammed into her used slot without an ounce of consideration. After he grabbed Ganodi’s petite sides hard enough to bruise them, he started to saw back and forth into her sloppy seconds. As the abuse was endlessly pummeled into her, Ganodi could do nothing except moan in pleasure when he tapped her sweet spots, or shudder in fear when his vigorous fucking bottomed her out too painfully.

Noticing that she was now too weak to resist their lusty demands, the two Geonosians holding Ganodi’s arms with steely grasps, released her arms, and then climbed on the table to kneel by her. Simultaneously, the two Geonosians forced Ganodi to grip their hard cocks with her lithe hands, making her stroke until she masturbated them without assistance. 

Pleasure fogged as her mind was, Ganodi went to work. She slavishly pumped her hands up and down the two needy cocks. They throbbed thankfully, starved for the gentle touch against their engorged meat and their hardened chitin. As if they were impatient for their emotionless orgasms to arrive, they thrusted in her hands, the palms and dainty fingers slick with precum.

They had soon shot thick streams of musky, bitter tasting cum across Ganodi’s flushed face and panting mouth. With little ceremony, the two Geonosians hopped off the stone table to be replaced by another set of Geonosians, their cocks just as slick and needy as the ones before them.

As if distracted by the dual stroking, Ganodi hardly noticed when she first came. Her hot juices ran down her rapist’s alien cock like heavy rain down a leaf. While she rode down the dull hum of an orgasm that was supposed to be body shaking or even teeth-clenching, her partner came between her folds that buzzed like lightning had struck them. It filled her with a profound sense of depraved completion until another cock had it’s way into her, and more jerk-off semen whipped across her already glazed face. She noticed the assaults had become rote before she passed out from sheer exertion.

Slimy with green semen, bruised and battered on the inside and out, Ganodi was barely conscious as two larger, soldier-like Geonosians carried her down a corridor. Even thinking was painful, arduous task. She tried to remember how many Geonosians had had their way with her, but her recollection ended up as a morass of sweet pleasure, horrible pain, and endless rapes that blended into each like some grotesque tapestry woven by a madman.

Soon enough, Ganodi was brought to a shallow pit. Inside was Alucrafo on her back while Dokka slumped against a wall, both of them in similar conditions to Ganodi. If her throat wasn’t so sore from moaning, Ganodi would’ve cried out in utter despair. 

The Geonosian carrying Ganodi tossed her in the pit like trash. She emitted a rasping squeak of sharp pain. Like Alucrafo, Ganodi painfully laid on her back. As she wished for respite from the Geonosians, that desire was smashed to the ground as the several of them lined the pit, and started to masturbate. 

Ganodi blacked out as the first streak of green semen lashed across her small, bruised chest.


<<<V>>>

In a small, rectangular room flooded by the light of immense blue crystals stabbed into the ceiling, Ganodi awoke with jerking start, her heart racing so hard her chest hurt. Once she calmed down seconds later, Ganodi groggily scanned the room. 

Only four claustrophobic walls with one entrance, a squat table of solid stone, and ceiling crystals that made Ganodi’s surroundings visible existed here.

Groaning, she attempted to stand up on wobbly legs tattooed with dark green bruises, but crumbled on the floor instead. This failed act alerted her to the tight shackle around one of her petite ankles, its chains leading to a nearby wall. She slumped her shoulders in defeat, the grim realization that this room was a jail cell crushing her spirits further. Those insectile monsters didn’t even leave her a blanket or lumpy pillow, but at least granted her the dignity of minimal clothing.

Ganodi sat upright with her legs outstretched on the chilly stone floor, and had began to check her body. Tawny rags barely deserving of being called clothes sat over her battered body covered in gooseflesh. She attempted to futilely rub her arms for even the tiniest scrap of warmth. Just the thought of those mindless, supernaturally virile monsters undressing and dressing her made Ganodi’s skin feel even chillier.

During her desperate rubbing, a heavy door slammed open, its sound like a thunderclap filling the room. Ganodi shot her head towards the entry, watching with anxiety roiling her stomach.

Dressed in rags similar to herself, Dokka and Alucrafo entered the jail cell, carrying stone trays laden with full cups and bowls that wafted with a familiar scent. Dokka was first to lay her tray down gently, Alucrafo following. They both kneeled, their blank faces staring at each other like human-sized dolls propped up for a macabre tear party.

“Hello there, Ganodi,” said Dokka. Her voice was eerily even, not like her typical booming gruffness. “You should take a seat by us.”

Back and forth, Ganodi looked at her chains and Dokka in sheer confusion. 

“Dokka? Are you okay?” she whispered, rattling her chains to draw attention to them. “Look at me, I’m chained to the wall here - do something!”

“Oh, of course,” Alucrafo replied. “I apologize for that. Let me assist you.” Her voice was the same, eerie monotone stripped of all personality or vigor. 

Steadily, she approached Ganodi.

“Oh, I am so glad you’re-“ Ganodi immediately stopped talking. She stared into Alucrafo’s horrifying eyes. Instead of those lovely orange pupils Ganodi loved to compliment, they were replaced by ghastly white discs like bleached marble devoid of any life. “W-what did they do to you?”

“They?” Alucrafo dully asked. “Ah, you must mean the Geonosians. They did many wonderful things to all of us, especially you.”

A burning knot of violent disgust formed in Ganodi’s stomach. 

“Wonderful things?” she savagely echoed in the jail cell. “Those bastards raped all of us for hours on end. Don’t touch me, you corrupted freak.” Ganodi attempted to shuffle away, only for her free ankle to be gripped by the painful nails of Alucrafo.

“Resistance is not a clever idea here, child.” Alucrafo forced her nails deeper into Ganodi’s already bruised skin, eliciting a drawn-out cry of agony from her.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” Ganodi wailed.

“Then do not resist further.” With a small key, Alucrafo unlocked Ganodi’s sole shackle. “Now stand up, please.”

She did as told, still wobbling back and forth on her legs. Alucrafo stabilized her with a possessive grip on Ganodi’s arm, nearly dragging her towards the table where Dokka sat with a sagely grace.

Ganodi needed no further assistance to fall on her knees like her legs went boneless. Intense nausea struck her when she looked at what Dokka and Ganodi brought on their trays. 

Nothing but cups and bowls overflowing with green Geonosian semen occupied the table. What disturbed Ganodi further was how Dokka casually imbibed a goblet full of cum, wiping her slimy, slick mouth after each sip.

Barely able to summon the words to describe the disgusting scene not even capable for the vilest of perverts to imagine, Ganodi whispered, “You two are beyond help.”

“We do not need help,” said Dokka, tonguing a thin stream of semen running down the side of her mouth. “We have all we need now in this hive, so I suggest that you drink deeply to celebrate.” Dokka offered Ganodi a small bowl of cum. Her white eyes gleamed without the sense of camaraderie Ganodi learned to loved.

Ganodi furiously slapped the bowl out of Dokka’s hand, messily splattering its disgusting, slimy contents over the dusty floor. 

“Fuck. You.”

Dokka and Alucrafo gazed at the wasted bowl and each other until Dokka spoke up. 

“May I hold her down while you feed her the gift of our benevolent masters?”

“Of course.”

Ganodi fell backwards, trying to summon a lightning bolt, a fire bolt – anything. Yet all her hands did was painfully shutdown, the tendons underneath glowing hot with pain. She screamed when Dokka seized her shoulders, putting up a mild fight to the bitter end. Her puny fists pummeled Dokka’s hardened body with all the effectiveness of a breeze knocking down a mountain.

“Why must you fight when you do it so pathetically?” Dokka buried her hands deeper into Ganodi’s shoulders as she spoke.

She twisted in pain, yet Ganodi instantly retorted, “Because you’re both monsters! If I had my magic, I’d burn your bodies to grey ash.”

Within seconds, Dokka securely locked Ganodi’s arms behind her back, both of them kneeling.

“You will not burn a single thing in this hallowed hive,” Dokka spoke into Ganodi’s ear.

“Such violet thoughts. You will need some serious pacification, don’t you, Ganodi?” Alucrafo grabbed a goblet overflowing with semen, and walked over to Ganodi. “Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

Ganodi opened her mouth to spit directly in Alucrafo’s eye. 

“Is that what you wanted, you sick cunt?”

After wiping the spit out of her eye without much anger or any other emotion, Alucrafo ordered, “Dokka, discipline her, please.”

Without a drop of hesitation, Dokka started to twist and bend Ganodi’s arms. Ganodi arched her back as agony coursed through her, her pained protests echoing through the jail cell.

Alucrafo easily took advantage of her screaming mouth to pour thick, sloshing semen down Ganodi’s gullet. 

“Good girl,” she cooed. “Don’t gulp, swallow gently.”

Ganodi listened to the advice whether she liked it or not. With all the ease and flavor of consuming melted slugs, she unwilling downed the cum that flowed endlessly down her throat and torso the same. Somehow, gurgling swallow after gurgling swallow, Ganodi finished the entire goblet. Her green stomach outline grew faintly rotund by the end of the forced feeding.

Crouching on her knees, Alucrafo tenderly rubbed Ganodi’s inflated stomach. 

“Feel that? You should be nice and ready for the ritual soon.”

She was correct. The nice, full feeling of warmth in Ganodi’s gut relaxed her like a sedative of sorts. Her once sore muscles started to untangle in a way that was beyond blissful. Ganodi’s sore vagina slickened with fluids that eased the dull pains within.

Dokka had let go of Ganodi, as she was no longer a threat in conceivable way. 

“How do you feel with their gifts inside you, Ganodi?” Dokka towered over Ganodi, expecting an answer soon.

“Oh my,” Ganodi murmured, idly rubbing her stomach. “I feel wonderful. What was in that semen?”

“Good things,” said Dokka, helping Ganodi stand up. “Do you feel good enough to play with Alucrafo over there?”

Ganodi looked over to witness a shocking yet oddly arousing sight sitting on the table. Alucrafo played with herself - one hand softly stroking a lengthy, orange-skinned cock to complete hardness while the other pinched and plucked at the nipple of her sizable tit, freed from her ragged bra.

Alucrafo narrowed her eyes with predatory hunger, spreading her long legs so Ganodi got a better look at her hefty balls and dick, its head gleaming with precum.

“I knew you would soon see reason,” she said. “Now come over here and fellate me well.”

With minimal encouragement from Dokka, Ganodi walked toward Alucrafo, and kneeled before her pillar of throbbing flesh. In the cold room, she felt the heat radiate off the coursing blood within. It twitched every so often with impatient need.

“How did you even get something like this?” Ganodi asked, barely noticing she drooled at it’s oddly feminine musk.

“I do not exactly remember, but the Geonosians certainly gave me this.” She suddenly smacked her hot, glazed helmet against Ganodi’s little lips. “But enough questions - begin.”

Gingerly, Ganodi grasped Alucrafo’s cock, and found herself amazed at the heat it oozed into her hands. She had soon taken the head in her mouth, sending the delightfully salty taste of precum sliding down her throat. Her little tongue flicked across the slit of the dick, hungry for more of the precum hidden within.

Groaning softly, Alucrafo snuck her hand behind Ganodi’s head, impatiently pressing her to go deeper, faster. 

“Come on,” she ordered. “Do this like you want to milk me dry.”

Ganodi listened to the order, taking half of Alucrafo impressive length into her mouth now. She bobbed her head gently, the cock scraping against the inside of her cheeks as it oozed copious amounts of delicious precum. For some reason, this all felt right, like she belonged here on her knees with a mouth full of her former friend’s hard cock.

With rivulets of drool running down her chin, Ganodi came off the cock with a loud pop. She needed a breather, but the look in Alucrafo white eyes suggested other plans.

She seized a cluster of Ganodi’s head protrusions, coercing Ganodi back to her hot-blooded tool. 

“I didn’t say you could stop that easily.”

“Please, I can do this,” Ganodi pleaded, “But I just need a small-“

Not even listening to Ganodi, Alucrafo used her protrusions as a devious way to plunge deeper into the mouth she desired. Pumping in and out of Ganodi’s slick, tight throat with unkind force, she established a deft rhythm that maximized her pleasure while caring little for Ganodi’s.

“Excellent show,” Dokka said to Alucrafo. She masturbated her towering cock of red flesh, impatiently waiting to have a go at Ganodi’s body. “How is her mouth, friend?”

Completely ignoring her, Alucrafo thrusted a few more times before grunting, emptying her full balls directly within the half-full depths of Ganodi’s stomach. She loosened her steely grip on Ganodi’s head protrusions, letting her have the break she desired.

“Excellent,” Alucrafo said, looking fondly at Ganodi’s dazed face.

Throat painfully sore, Ganodi slid off the still hard cock. Her torso was drenched in a warm, slimy mixture of mucus, salvia, and globs of green semen. 

“Are we done yet? I feel sleepy.”

“Not at all,” Dokka answered, walking over to Ganodi to roughly haul her weakened body up. “Here’s what’s going to happen next. I will lay on that table so you will get on top of me, and Alucrafo will take you from behind.”

“My behind?” Ganodi dumbly murmured. “You’re not supposed to put things up there.”

“Says who?” Dokka replied. “Certainly not you, that is for certain. Now follow my lead.”

After Dokka molested Ganodi’s soft body with her rough, domineering hands, she eventually placed Ganodi on top of her stiff dick, and punched into her well-worn canal. 

In spite of all the cocks she took earlier, Dokka certainly had to be the biggest. Mild discomfort aside, Dokka’s rod felt divine in Ganodi’s slurping snatch, easily touching all the spots even the Geonosians missed. Ganodi wondered if she could handle it all, but the time for consideration was cut short by Dokka gripping her sides like bags of scrap meat.

“No wonder our masters wants you locked up in here,” Dokka mumbled, almost incoherent from mind-altering pleasure. “You cunt is legendary.” Even though Dokka seemed to treat and view Ganodi’s sex like a hard-won prize, she started to jerk upwards, paradoxically treating her vagina like a disposable toy.

In little time, Ganodi writhed and wiggled on Dokka’s pounding cock, certain it would somehow ruin her forever. The initial flashes of pain quickly faded, turning into nothing but pure pleasure coursing thorough Ganodi’s entire body. Dokka seemed to enjoy it just as much as she did, grunting or sucking air through her clenched teeth every time Ganodi hilted herself with abandon.

 As their bodies rhythmically smashed together, Ganodi almost failed to notice two sensations intruding on her from behind. The first was a gentle hand on her shoulder, pushing her closer towards Dokka’s hard body. And the second sensation was more deliciously visceral, a spit-slick cockhead prodding at her tight pucker.

“This should be quite exciting for both of us, but especially you,” Alucrafo coolly remarked. “I can tell this is your first time, but you’re twitching so much, your hole is borderline begging to be filled. Correct?”

“Yes,” Ganodi groaned. “Fill me until I burst.”

“Gladly.” 

Alucrafo exerted a maddening amount of pressure against Ganodi’s hole until it finally gave way. She sharply hissed as Ganodi’s clenched her tighter than an angry fist. Impatiently, Alucrafo started to rock back and forth, stirring up Ganodi’s once untouched bowels.

Ganodi howled as their two cocks savagely pistoned in and out of her, their bulbous heads and meaty lengths scraping her most intimate spots with machine precision. There was no other place Ganodi wanted to be than here, between her two skilled, mind-warped lovers.

Alucrafo suddenly pulled on a cluster of Ganodi’s protrusions, either for more leverage or to assert even more punishing dominance. Between panting breaths, she whispered into Ganodi’s ear, “Learning your place well, I see?”

With her throat glistening with sweat exposed, Ganodi barely managed to reply, “I-I love it here.”

“As do I.” Dokka ripped off Ganodi’s sodden rag-bra to expose her meager tits. She cruelly slapped one breast so hard, her handprint was left glowing on the flesh.

Ganodi shrieked from no little amount of pain. “That hurt!”

“It shows,” quipped Dokka, admiring her handiwork on Ganodi’s chest. “Every time you wince in pain, your cunt seems to grip me even tighter.”

“So does her ass,” Alucrafo added. “Now hit her harder. I’m getting closer.”

Dokka obliged, slapping and pinching and tweaking at Ganodi’s tits like they were cheap instruments to be played with instead of organs. By the end of the brutal stimulation, Ganodi visibly shook, her green cunny leaking copious amounts of feminine lubrication.

“This one seems to be quite the messy slut for pain,” Dokka said. “She’s such a nice treat.” Soon, Dokka’s already lifeless eyes had glazed further, most likely hinting she was about to explode within Ganodi.

“I hope she enjoys this treat in return.” After a few more particularly deep thrusts into her ass, Alucrafo threw her head back, unloading too many white spurts within Ganodi’s ass to count. She pulled out seconds later with a slurping pop, leaving Ganodi looking like she was several months pregnant with child.

Following in her deviant footsteps, Dokka also came. She roared, dense rope after rope of semen lashing into Ganodi’s welcoming womb. When Dokka finally stopped coming, Ganodi’s overstuffed womb distended like a green globe.

Last to finish was Ganodi. With the unbearable pressure of both Dokka’s and Alucrafo’s loads pressing against her abused insides, Ganodi twisted about in an uncontrollable orgasm, her body quivering like she was becoming possessed by a malignant spirit. A rush of feminine fluids and semen escaped from her cunt, washing away some of Dokka’s seed from her thighs and the table.

Together, Alucrafo and Dokka gently placed Ganodi’s body on the table, back first. They watched with blatant pride as her bloated belly jiggled, semen trickling down her splayed legs. A look of dazed pleasure occupied her dull face, drunk on semen and stimulation.

 “She’s right,” Alucrafo said, nodding slightly. “This is where she belongs.”

“Agreed.” Dokka curiously poked at Ganodi’s sloshing stomach, making her whimper in response. “Sleep well.”

They ambled out of the room, leaving Ganodi to her own little lusty world.


<<<V>>>

For some unknown period of time, Alucrafo and Dokka subjected Ganodi to similar grotesque rituals. Either by force or with reluctance or willingly on some rare days, they fed and fucked Ganodi until she bloated with cum once or twice every few days.

They always took her with intense roughness, but never abused Ganodi to the point of breaking her bones or spilling her blood. Some days, they took her standing between them, her green body betwixt their rutting dicks. Other days, they took her on the floor, Ganodi’s back or stomach rasping against the chilly floor as Alucrafo and Dokka took turns working between her legs. Rarely, they demanded only a blowjob duet, a somewhat easy task Ganodi soon mastered. Ganodi liked the days where they fucked her standing the best, as it minimized the amount of bare skin that made contact with chilled stone.

But just as Ganodi adapted to the role of being a sex slave fed on mysterious cum that kept her alive, the cycle broke. Instead of Dokka or Alucrafo intruding in her cell with clawed, selfish hands, two different strangers entered.

One was a Togruta woman akin to Dokka, but she was much smaller, lithe, and possessed head tentacles that were a calming white and blue.

The second person was another woman, but human – a rare sight for Ganodi. Her skin was deathly pale, and she had unsettling green eyes, yet she touched Ganodi without a mote of malignance.

The odd pair reassured Ganodi that everything would be alright as they inched their way up and throughout the hive, passing Geonosian corpses they most likely made.

Once they made their way to the surface via a hidden exit, Ganodi collapsed on her knobby knees. The breathtaking beauty of a Geonosian sunset stunned her. Tears of endless hope and bottomless despair over the fate of her friends ran down her green cheeks. 

Eventually, the two strange women encouraged Ganodi to push forward, abandoning whatever happened back in the blackness of hive. So they walked on.