Chapter 4 - Target: Boba Fett

“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” Juno kept yelling.

The young pilot was wrapped around Starkiller as he continued to pound away at her cunt. Juno dug her nails in to his back as water cascaded over them. Upon getting back from Felucia, Starkiller had been caked in mud and his first order of business was to wash the stench of that miserable planet off. Seeing her opportunity, Juno set The Rouge Shadow for high altitude orbit and stripped off to join him. 

Starkiller placed both hands on Juno’s tight little ass. Ruthlessly, he pumped in to her and Juno could feel her body going limp after her second orgasm took hold. Their lips crashed together in a fierce kiss. Juno drew her hands up and slid them across the back of his head. Starkiller move from her lips down to her neck. He roughly slammed Juno in to the shower wall as he kissed, licked, sucked, and bit her flesh. Juno reveled in the pain and ecstasy. 

Across the room in the second shower, Starkiller’s new apprentices were washing up as well. Ahsoka was on her knees, her mouth clamed on to Maris Brood’s clit. Ahsoka skillfully worked two fingers in to Maris’ cunt as Maris pulled on her painfully erect nipples. Maris placed a hand on Ahsoka’s lekku and set the pace. 

“fuck, that feels good!” Maris screamed out.

Ahsoka worked fingers out of her own dripping pussy. Her master had told her to see to their new guest, get her cleaned up and provide anything she may need. At this moment even Maris would agree that Ahsoka was doing her job very well. 

Maris’ breathing increased, her orgasm was coming. Maris placed both hands on her lover’s head and forced her further on her pussy. Maris threw her head back and shuttered to an orgasm. The fluids drained in to Ahsoka’s waiting mouth. Ahsoka swallowed the former padawan warm fluids with a smile. As Maris tried to catch her breath, Ahsoka stood and pressed her new friend against the wall of the shower. They kissed.  It had never been this good with Shaak Ti, thought Maris. She was going to love the dark side. 

A few hours later, Juno and Starkiller were finally out of the shower and began to redress. As she pulled back on her back boots, Juno admired Starkiller’s still shirtless frame. He was solidly built but covered in scars from battle and training. 

“do they hurt?” she asked.

“not anymore. The ways of the Sith brutal but effective. The training is meant to break you down in order to build you stronger.”

“break down? Like what you did to with Ahsoka and Maris?”

“exactly. Maris only needed to see the full power the dark side had to offer in order to choose.”

“and Ahsoka?” she asked with a grin, knowing the manipulations he had done to the former Jedi’s mind.

“let’s just say, she required more than just a push.” he laughed. 

Juno stood and walked over to Starkiller. She stood in front of him, looking deep in to his eyes and placing her hands on his hips.

“and me?”

“I just wanted to get you in to bed.” they kissed again.

“just as long as you play with my body and not my mind, I think we can make this work.” 

The doors opened and Maris and Ahsoka entered. The took a few steps in and dropped to one knee in front of their master. Starkiller turned and smiled. He slipped on his robe and tied the waist. 

“now that you have your new follower, are you ready for Vader?” asked Juno, adjusting her own shirt.

“no, there is another. A bounty hunter I have heard Vader speak of.”

“A bounty hunter? Why?”

“because in order to fight Vader, I will have to cross an army, I’d much rather do that with one of my own.”

“course?” 

“Tatooine.” 

Juno nodded and passed Maris and Ahsoka on her way out. Starkiller stood over the women.

“the man we are going to see is the greatest bounty hunter in the galaxy. He is a member of an ancient order of warriors. Together we will bring about a new order to the galaxy. Are you fully prepared to follow me in this endeavor?” 

The two looked upon their master.

“as you wish, my master” they spoke in unison.

Starkiller’s destiny was coming true.

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Tatooine. A sand storm had picked up outside but no one inside the large confines of Jabba The Hutt’s palace knew nor cared. The gangster kept his guests in liquor and exotic women to their black hearts content. This was a haven for the galaxy’s scum and villainy. 

In a dark corner, Boba Fett sat. His helmet guarded his bemused smirk. He watched the comings and goings of  Jabba’s hanger ons. In truth, he hated being in places like this. Too much going on, too busy. Boba liked quiet but if he wanted to work, he had to be available. 

Boba was the first to notice the three figures enter through the south entrance. Two were cloaked, the other, the leader, was young but looked focused. The crowd parted and allowed them to pass unharmed. Uneasiness filled the palace as they passed. Boba watched them cross the dance floor and walk over to his table. 

Starkiller and Boba Fett looked each other over. Proxy’s research on Fett was thorough. Starkiller knew much about him, this traits, his preferences, and more importantly what it took to gain his loyalty.

“Boba Fett.”

“what’s it to you?”

“may I sit?” 

Starkiller saw Boba remove his blaster from it’s holster. With a flick, Starkiller ripped the riffle from his hand and caught it. Starkiller inspected the weapon and handed it back to the bounty hunter. Fett kicked the opposite chair out for Starkiller to sit.

“you don’t look like a Jedi.” 

“I’m no Jedi.” 

“good, I don’t get along with Jedi.”

“I would seem nether do I.”

Boba recognized the young man in front of him to be like himself, old in spirit. Boba’s father knew many Sith and since they always paid on time, always spoke highly. Jedi wanted things handed to them, charity. 

“you wanted to talk, talk.”

“I have a mission. I’m going to destroy Darth Vader and The Emperor.”

Fett wanted to laugh.

“and how do you purpose to do that?”

“with your help.”

The Empire had been a reliable source of income for Fett for the last few years.  Vader had given him the tools to hunt and destroy the Jedi he so despised , so what could this one man offer him that would make him jeopardize that credit flow?

“power.” Starkiller answered. “untold power. I’m offering you the chance to bring The Mandalorians back to greatness.” 

“The Mandalorians are dead.” 

“but you can revive them. With you at their head, The Mandalorians can not be stopped. I need an army. I need your army.” 

Fett would be lying if he said the thought was appealing. Money was good, but power, true power, was something else. There was something else too. While not filled with the Force, Boba knew how to read people and he knew the man who sat in front of him would see this mission through. Though what he was offering may have been appealing, money still ruled Boba’s world and if they wanted a war, he was going to pay big.

“how much?” 

“how much do you want?” Music to Boba’s ears.

During the course of their conversation, Starkiller’s companion had stood quietly behind their master. Fully covered by their black robes, Ahsoka Tano and Maris Brood had been instructed to remain until called upon by Starkiller. They watched as Starkiller reached his hand up and indicated them forward. Together, they stepped up. 

Fett watched the companions closely. So far this conversation had gone well, but Boba knew not to let his guard down. 

“what’s this?”

“an offering to seal our dealings.” 

Ahsoka and Maris dropped their hoods and opened the robes. Boba was now taken by surprise as the two companions were dressed in nothing but thigh high heeled boots. Their supple bodies caused Boba’s cock to twitch in his pants. 

“See to him.” 

Ahsoka stepped forward and dropped to her knees in front of Fett. She quickly untied his belt and released his cock. While not as thick as her master’s, it was at least an inch longer. Ahsoka skillfully took the entire length in her mouth. 

“Shit.” he moaned, placing a hand on her white lekku. Boba had been pleasured by many of the best whores in the Galaxy but none of them had ever been able to deep throat him. This Togruta had many talents and Boba intended to try them all.

Ahsoka drew her tongue across the tip of his cock. She used her hand to stroke his shaft and massage his staining balls. Boba leaned back in the chair as Ahsoka pleasured him. He slipped a hand low and cupped one of her breasts. He squeezed the ample tit flesh hard causing Ahsoka to moan on his cock. Boba rocked his hips up and down slowly. Ahsoka placed both hands on his knees as Fett picked up speed. He grabbed her lekku with both hands and rapidly fucked her mouth. 

Ahsoka’s gagging filled the air. Tears began to form in her eyes and it was becoming harder and harder to breathe. Starkiller was no longer content to sit on the sidelines, not when Maris’ tight pussy was available. He grabbed her pale arm and pulled her down to him. They kissed as Maris undid he strap to his pants. Starkiller’s cock sprang up in to her hands. Maris stroked him to his full girth and then moved his cock head to her entrance. Starkiller forced himself deep in to Maris’ box.

“Fuck!” she cried out.

Boba looked over and watched the pale woman bounce on his new partner’s cock. He was impressed by the pale one’s body as well.

“Ahsoka is quite the cock sucker, isn’t she?” grunted Starkiller.

“Ahsoka?” questioned Fett, snapping back to reality. “Ahsoka Tano?” 

Fett looked down at organge Togruta below him. Could it truly be Tano? For years, Fett had hunted for the former apprentice of Skywalker and now here she was, with a mouth full of his cock. Ahsoka could feel him harden even more. Boba howled like a beast and jammed his cock all the way down her throat as he came.  Ahsoka’s eyes rolled in to the back of her head and she soon lost consciousness. After finishing, Ahsoka fell to the floor in a heap. Cum dripped from her mouth and pooled on the ground. 

Still hard, Fett stepped over Ahsoka’s prone body and over to Starkiller. Maris was bouncing on her master’s cock feverishly. She was lost in a sea of pleasure when she felt an intruder at her back door. Fett lined up his tip with her hole. Without warning, Fett forced his cock deep in to her ass. Maris cried out and fell in to Starkiller’s chest. Starkiller and Boba matched pace and rhythmically fucked the Zabrak with abandon. 

Words failed Maris at this moment. The experience of the two large cocks was almost more than she could bare and yet it was an experience unlike anything she could ever imagine. She held on to her master’s neck as the two men fucked her. Starkiller felt his orgasm building and the tightness of Maris’ ass was bringing about Boba’s as well. 

Starkiller unloaded first, filling her cunt with his seed. Boba quickly followed and released another massive load in to her anal cavity. The warmth of the two loads set Maris’ own off as well. Her fluids coated her master’s cock. She began to shake violently as she came down from her high. 

Boba retracted his dick and turned back to Ahsoka, who was just coming to. He reached down and shoved his cock back in to her mouth.

“clean my cock, whore!”

Ahsoka did as she was told while Fett raped her mouth. She could taste his seed and Maris’ ass and loved the flavor. Once content, Fett lifted her from the floor and tossed her on to the table. He sharply entered her cunt and began to fuck her hard. Fett slam fucked the former Jedi, releasing is anger at her. He raised his hand and struck her, punching her hard in the face. Again, he pulled back and struck her. Ahsoka looked back at him, blood now formed on her lips and mixed with the remaining cum. She smiled.

“again!” she called out.

Fett grabbed her lekku and pulled her head back and gripped her throat. Ahsoka moaned, Starkiller’s training had turned her not only in to a weapon of the dark side but to associate pain with pleasure. She loved what Fett was doing to her and came on his cock. Her orgasm shook her to her core. Fett continued to slam in to her getting more and more turned on watching this Jedi writhe below him. Domination, this was what the Sith was talking about. Fett never wanted this feeling to stop. 

Starkiller sensed Fett’s emotions. He knew he had him. The Mandelorians would rise again and Starkiller’s victory would soon be at hand.

“fucking take it!” yelled Fett through gritted teeth.

Boba pulled out and fired his load on to Ahsoka’s waiting chest. The bounty hunter’s cum coated her large breasts and tight stomach. As he came down, Boba looked over the cum covered Jedi as she spooned handfuls in to her mouth. Boba turned back to his new partner.

“I understand now.”

“so you will join me?” asked Starkiller.

“we will need weapons, ships, warriors. That will cost a lot.”

“that is already in the works.”

“when do we start?”