Star Wars: Dorme Ch. 02

The door chimed again; it was the side entrance, where the servants entered the palace after hours to avoid the strenuous security checks given by overeager security officers. And there was only one servant unaccounted for tonight.

Saché hurried down the darkened hallway, her mini-luma lighting a path as her robe dragged along the polished floor. She hadn't slept well these past few days, but she was still as beautiful as ever: brunette and brown-eyed, tall and slim, sweet and desirable. Queen Amidala's ideal woman.

She switched off her light as she approached the door and slipped it into her pocket. Then she lifted up on her toes and peered through the spy hole. It took her a moment to recognize who she was looking at, and a frown creased her unlined face when she did.

She fumbled with the door controls, gasping when it slid open and revealed her best friend covered in what was obviously the result of a rather extreme gangbang. The smell was nearly unbearable.

Dormé, her normally silky hair tangled and crusty, her clothes torn and soiled, propped herself up against the door frame and gave a weary smile. She was clearly exhausted, on the verge of collapse, and Saché could only stare, shocked that the woman had made it all the way home.

"Sorry," Dormé rasped, still polite and caring even in her present condition. She took a step forward, but what little strength remained in her ravaged body wasn't enough to support her weight. She pitched forward, and would have landed on her face if Saché hadn't darted forward to catch her.

Saché lowered her to the ground and cradled her head. The poor girl tried to say something more, but was cut off by a harsh cough that forced up something thick and gooey.

"Shh, don't talk," Saché whispered as she wiped Dormé's cracked and swollen lips with her sleeve. "You're home now. You're safe."

Dormé smiled and passed out.

Saché was at her side when she woke up the next morning, looking down at her with tired concern. "You have a real talent for finding trouble, Dorm." She laughed. "I have no idea what you're going to do when I'm gone."

"You should stay then," Dormé whispered, "and keep me out of trouble."

"Maybe I will."

Saché eased Dormé out of bed and helped her down the hall to the Queen's private bath. Padmé had just finished up, and the air inside was still hot and steamy, so thick the morning sunlight could barely penetrate the haze. Dormé took a deep whiff of the aromatic atmosphere and smiled when she smelled the oils she'd bought for Padmé.

Saché helped her use the facilities, then led her over to the tub and sat her down on the edge.

"I must look awful," Dormé said, watching as Saché stirred the left over water. "How can you stand to look at me?"

Saché chuckled and shook her hands dry. Dormé looked incredible in the sheer nightgown that clung to her impressive body, but the woman was acting as if she were nothing more than a bruised piece of meat. "Don't be so dramatic. You have some cuts and bruises, but you look fine."

She sat down beside Dormé and slipped the gown's straps off her shoulders.

"The smell is unimaginable though."

Dormé leaned back and lifted her hips so Saché could slip the nightgown off her body. "You're so bad," she said, her cheeks turning red.

Saché pulled her to her feet, slid an arm around her waist, and eased her into the tub. The water was piping hot and went to work immediately on Dormé's sore muscles. Saché waited until she was comfortably settled, then slipped off her own gown and climbed in.

"Ah," she groaned, sinking down beside Dormé. "Water's great." She slid under the bubbly surface until only her head was visible.

Dormé snuggled against Saché, leaving little doubt as to what she wanted, and wrapped her arms around her waist. Saché didn't mind; she closed her eyes and caressed her friend's body, head spinning from the deeply erotic oils that wafted up from the water.

"I suppose you want to know what happened to me," Dormé said.

Saché nodded. "Only if you're up to it, though."

Dormé chuckled, probably thinking of some witty remark that she felt was inappropriate to the situation. "All right. But then you're mine for the rest of the afternoon."

Saché smiled. "Okay, but this had better be good."

*****

Dormé, a big grin on her face, wiped her damp palms on her dress and looked to Governor Bibble. "Is this really all for me?" she asked excitedly.

It was finally happening to her. After years of listening to Padmé's war stories and the gossip the other girls passed around in the steam room, she was finally about to have a Gungan gangbang of her own.

Bibble's answer was to push a Gungan forward, one who took his rigid cock in hand and shook it at her. Dormé giggled, but nodded her approval at his size. At all their sizes.

They were packed into a small room somewhere deep in the Gungan city of Otoh Gunga, a room where, years before, virgins had been sacrificed before battle. The old gods were dead now, so they used this room as a meeting area, but it also doubled as a recreation room where they fucked the women sent down from the surface to satisfy an agreement made so many years ago.

It was Dormé's turn now, taking the place of her spiritual sister Sabé, and the entire city was turning out, more and more arriving by the minute. It wasn't just warriors either, but also women and children. To watch or take part, she couldn't tell.

But she wasn't worried. If she took on five Gungans every two minutes, it would take days to satisfy every being in the city--and she wasn't planning on staying that long. Which meant less than a tenth would have a real shot at her, and not even that if she slowed things up in the way only a real professional could without tipping her hand.

Dormé laughed, unable to hide the eagerness she felt. The governor had brought her here hoping for a spectacular show, and she wasn't about to disappoint.

She crooked a finger at the show-off. He walked forward and aimed his fat cock at an angle; Dormé bent at the waist and took it into her mouth. A second Gungan came over; Dormé slipped her fist around his cock and started jerking. Both males threw back their heads and bellowed.

The performance had begun.

Several creatures gathered around, content for the moment to watch while they played with themselves. Dormé alternated between her two studs, switching back and forth every few seconds. She put everything into it, giving the best blowjobs she could, because she knew that word of this would reach Padmé and the Queen and finally put to rest the notion that she wasn't capable of filling the great void Sabé had left behind.

Gungan Two grunted and put a hand on the back of her head. Dormé pulled away from the first cock and managed to get her mouth around him just in time. He exploded in her mouth, pumping out several spurts of viscous fluid that she immediately gulped down. She sucked until he was dry, then gave the swollen head a kiss and sent him on his way. A fresh stud ambled forward to take his place.

Another Gungan came from behind to take her breasts in his hands, squeezing them roughly through her thin dress. He kneeled down and lifted the hem until it was around her waist and her peaches-and-cream ass was exposed to all; then his long tongue unfurled from his mouth and lashed out at her pussy. Dormé let out a gasping moan and pushed back to let him know she liked it.

He moved down to her asshole, murmuring in his ancient language, and slipped the snaky probe inside her body. He twisted his tongue around, showing incredible control as he polished her musky tunnel. Dormé grunted, nearly biting into the fat cock lodged in her mouth and throat.

The show-off tapped her on the head. "Mesa gonna blow," he whispered painfully.

Dormé wasted not a single drop, swallowing down everything he had then sending him on his way. She eagerly accepted a new cock into her mouth, even while she cursed herself for having eaten such a big lunch. Gungans came thicker and longer than humans, and now she found herself with a fully belly. Which meant she would have to pace herself; and while a gangbang wasn't quite so fun when she couldn't swallow, there was nothing to be done about it. Not even a Gungan could find arousal in a woman vomiting all over herself.

The twitching tongue deep in her rectum withdrew and went back to her puffy pussy, lashing and poking at the labia but paying special attention to her clitoris.

"Mmm-mmmm," Dormé moaned into a juicy cock while working the second with her fist. A third Gungan came over and brought his eighteen inches into play. She took to him with gusto, working all three males in tandem even though her neck was cramping and her jaw was tightening up.

The Gungan feasting on her tasty ass and pussy had had enough. He grabbed Dormé by the waist and pulled her to the ground, taking her away from the hard cocks. He put her on her side, then snuggled up behind her and guided her hand to his massive cock. Dormé moaned and pulled the heavy green snake between her thighs, settling the fat head against her pink tunnel.

Slow and easy, the Gungan moved his hips forward.

"Uh-huh," Dormé gasped. "Uh-huh." She scratched her nails on the cold floor and took deep, stuttering breaths. It hurt--the creature was easily twice the size of any of her human lovers, and she hadn't had a cock inside of her since her last bacta bath--but the pain was ephemeral, quickly turning into a feeling of overwhelming pleasure.

It took the Gungan nearly a minute to do so, but he finally managed to cram the entire thing into her body. He was a polite one though, and gave her a moment to get used to his size.

Dormé closed her eyes, barely aware of the sloppy noises her pussy was making, and focused on the waves of pleasure that poured through her body as he humped her. She sensed more than saw a cock aimed at her face and closed her eyes, curling her toes in her boots as a random Gungan coated her face with thick globs of cum.

The Gungan inside of her wasn't used to such tight pussy. He tensed up, let out a blood-curdling scream that nearly deafened her, and let go. He shoved his cock in as far as possible and held tight against Dormé's sweaty body as he discharged round after cummy round into her belly. He flicked his tongue over her face, grunting as he tasted her damp flesh, each spurt weaker than the last until there was nothing more than a thin trickle. He sighed, gave one more hard pump, and pulled out. They came apart with a disgusting slurp.

Dormé gave him a thankful pat on the thigh, then rested her head on the cold floor. Her eyelids were very heavy, and all she felt like doing at the moment was curling up and taking a nap, but she wasn't even close to being done. Not by a long shot.

Two Gungans got down on the floor with her, one on each side. Working together, they managed to fit both of their impressive cocks inside her body--one up the ass, one in her leaky pussy. Dormé sighed, embarrassed that her ass hadn't offered up the least bit of resistance. It was simply another sign of how far she had fallen over the last few years.

Not that her new lovers cared. They had a snug place to hide to their cocks and were taking full advantage of it. They pumped hard, grunting and grasping at her body, doing all they could to make the high-class slut moan.

Dormé slid back and forth between them, slamming herself against their hard bodies and doing her best to give back as good as she was getting. They reacted aggressively, refusing to slacken their pace, even when a random Gungan walked over and unloaded a thick wad into her hair.

Then the three of them came together.

Dormé's vision grew hazy, and she saw stars. Pleasure coursed through her body, causing her toes to curl so tight that her calf muscles cramped up. She was only vaguely aware of her ass being filled to overflowing with Gungan cum. Her pussy, already terribly stretched, didn't register at all.

The duo finished up and left her laying in a puddle of cum and sweat. They didn't even thank her.

Two more Gungans appeared. One got down on his back while his partner lifted Dormé up onto his fat cock, reverse-cowgirl style. She sank down with a pleasurable sigh as her stretched and buttery ass swallowed the creature's swollen fuck-stick. The second Gungan waited for her to bottom out, then climbed over her and jabbed his cock into her sore pussy.

They pounded away on her. She pounded back. While around them dozens of Gungans jerked themselves silly.

Dormé, screaming and moaning, hugged the creature on top and peered over his shoulder. Sio Bibble was masturbating, his pants around his ankles. Dormé smiled and fell back, too tired now to even hump the creatures back. That was okay with her though. She was content to relax and let the males ravage her body.

Another Gungan stepped up. The one on top of Dormé slid back to give him room, leaving the fat cockhead lodged in her pussy. The newcomer straddled the exotic handmaiden's head and crammed his throbbing meat into her mouth. "Mmpph," she moaned, sucking harder than ever.

The cock jumped, and filled her mouth with tasty fluid. She sucked down all she could--about five-and-a-half mouthfuls--before gagging and pushing him away. He held his twitching cock in front of her face while the long hose sprayed spurt after spurt of syrupy goo all over her lips and chin, the cum dripping down to soil the front of her dress and plaster it to her chest.

Then he shook out a few more drops, wiped himself clean with her soft hair, and ran off.

Dormé looked down at the front of her dress and smiled. She scooped up a thick clump of cum and sucked it into her mouth. She swirled it over her tongue a few times, savoring the taste and texture, then swallowed.

The Gungans didn't often encounter human women who genuinely enjoyed having sex with them. They erupted, their roars and applause shaking the flimsy translucent walls so hard they creaked. Even the creature on top of Dormé nodded his approval, reinforcing it by bottoming out in her pussy.

"Wesa goin' over," he said, locking arms with the Gungan underneath her. The trio rolled over, until Dormé found herself on her hands and knees. She was okay with the change, thankful for the chance to get some blood flowing back into her limbs. The new position also left her face open for more abuse.

Which a Gungan took advantage of, darting forward to disappear half his cock into her mouth. Dormé gave him several good sucks, then another Gungan appeared and nudged him aside. Dormé went to work on him just as eagerly, until karma kicked in and he, too, was nudged out of the way--by someone with an even bigger dick.

Dormé was back at square one--sucking and fisting several creatures at once--and she wouldn't have it any other way.

The big-dicked bastard doing his best to ruin her bowels lost control of himself. He quickened his pace and screamed "Yousa--" over and over into the back of her head as he emptied his balls into her tight tunnel.

The Gungan beneath her followed his partner's example and crammed his cock so deep into her messy pussy that Dormé could feel his batter unload into her womb.

They humped her over and over, making sure their little cum receptacle received every gooey drop that was coming to her. Then they pulled their dripping dicks out as one, leaving her gaping holes open to the cool, recycled air.

"Someone fuck me," she gasped, just before another cock was pushed into her mouth.

The spectators were eager to fulfill her slutty request, and one did, pressing his cock against her asshole and immediately sinking in up to his balls. Dormé moaned. The invader, laughing like a maniac, thrust away, eager to get his rocks off as soon as possible. He lasted less than a minute before he painted her insides a healthy off-white.

Dormé, even as her intestines were drowning in cum, was busy working the cocks in front of her. She brought into play every trick and technique she'd learned over the past decade, and while it was exhausting work it was also keenly satisfying. And it paid off. All three Gungans came at nearly the same time, rewarding her with a syrupy shower that pasted the rest of her dress to her body and left her stinking of Gungan sperm.

The Gungan in her ass, his cock now limp and useless, pulled out of her body. Dormé thanked him, then stood up on weak legs and hobbled her way over to the governor. He hurried forward to offer her his arm.

"My dear, are you all right? Would you like to leave? I can have us back on the surface in minutes."

Dormé waved him off. Returning to the surface was the safe, sensible thing to do--even Ishy kept a medical team standing by during the harder scenes--but she had a reputation to earn.

Bibble nodded, respecting her decision. "They're quite aggressive, aren't they?" He glanced back at the waiting crowd. "They tried that with Sabé, but she would have none of it." He smiled wistfully at the thought of Dormé's old friend.

Dormé let out a low groan and pulled away. She'd just been gangbanged by a bunch of Gungans--their cum dripping even now from her sore holes--and all he could do was pine over a memory. She licked her cummy lips, huffed, and blew a strand of hair out of her face.

"You can return to Theed if you like, Governor. This may take all night, and I'd hate it if you got bored." She glanced back at the hundreds of Gungans crammed into the room, knowing that hundreds more waited behind them, unseen. "I'm sure someone will give me a ride back to the surface."

Bibble snapped out of his daydream and shook his head violently. "I think not, young lady. These brutes would pass you around for days, weeks even. No, Padmé would never forgive me if I allowed that to happen."

Dormé gave him a curt nod and turned away. She made her way to a nearby conference table, hiked up her dress, then leaned forward and planted her hands on the tabletop. She flashed a tired smile and parted her legs.

Time passed quickly as the Gungans took her without remorse. Most went for her pussy, but some took the opportunity to punish the haughty Naboo by sodomizing one of their best women. Dormé's feet hurt, and her hamstrings were tight, but the position was comfortable enough that she found she could lightly doze while they did their business. The Gungans caught on after a while, though, and started dousing her with putrid swamp water whenever she closed her eyes.

Cold and shivering, Dormé was pulled from the table and passed around, her body put through every conceivable position.

Until she found herself in mid-air, held at waist level, while a cock was crammed into her pussy. "By the gods," she gasped as it pushed forward until the thick head settled somewhere inside her womb. Her legs were pulled apart until she was close to doing a full split, then she was tilted to the side as a second cock, even bigger than the one already inside her body, was brought forward. And pushed into the same hole.

The Gungans were double-stuffing her.

Dormé was an experienced whore with nearly a decade of work behind her, but even she couldn't handle the sensations caused by two massive tree trunks sawing in and out of the same sensitive hole. She passed out, and dreamed of Sabé. The woman was here with her, watching and approving of it all.

Then she was gone, and Dormé was dragged painfully back to reality.

It wasn't until she opened her eyes that she realized something hot and wet had woken her up. She opened her mouth to protest--and was hit with a stream of foul piss that splashed against the back of her throat. Coughing and retching, she came fully awake.

She was stretched out on the conference table, her dress rolled up around her waist, leaving her essentially nude. A multitude of Gungans surrounded her, their limp cocks held at the ready.