Chapter 5: Huttese Hospitality
The stale, recycled air of the stolen freighter couldn’t mask the thick scent of dried sweat, sex, and desperate anticipation clinging to Anakin, Padme, Rey, Ahsoka, and Chewbacca. The journey to Tatooine had been a blur of frantic groping, Rey whimpering as Anakin fucked her raw against a bulkhead while Padme watched, Ahsoka riding Chewbacca’s face until he roared, the ship shuddering with their relentless need. Now, descending into Mos Espa’s dusty chaos, the simmering promise of Jabba’s palace pulsed like a dark star in their minds.
The massive, carved stone doors groaned open, revealing a wall of sound and scent that hit them like a physical blow. Thumping music, distorted by unseen amplifiers, warred with a cacophony of moans, shrieks, grunts, and wet, slapping sounds. The air was thick, almost viscous, saturated with the cloying sweetness of exotic narcotics, the musk of countless bodies, the metallic tang of spilled fluids, and the underlying, pervasive stench of decay and Hutt. Opulence warred with filth: silken drapes hung beside stained tapestries, plush cushions were soaked with sweat and other fluids, and the flickering light from braziers and glow-lamps illuminated scenes of unrestrained debauchery.
Bodies writhed everywhere. Twi’lek dancers, their lekku gripped tight by clawed hands, were bent over cushions, fucked from behind by Gamorreans whose porcine snorts echoed. A Rodian was buried face-first between the thighs of a shuddering Weequay female. Near the towering dais, a Nikto male screamed, not in pain but ecstasy, as a rancor handler, still wearing thick leather gloves, fisted him brutally. And at the center of it all, enthroned on his repulsorlift sled, was Jabba Desilijic Tiure.
The Hutt Lord was a mountain of glistening, slug-like flesh. His immense girth undulated rhythmically. Two scantily clad human women straddled his flanks, riding the thick ridges of his body, grinding their slick cunts against his slimy hide, their heads thrown back in abandon. Another woman, a Zeltron with pink skin flushed deep crimson, was impaled on Jabba’s thick, stubby cock, which protruded obscenely from a ventral slit. She bounced frantically, her cries lost in the din. But the most horrifyingly captivating sight was near Jabba’s cavernous mouth. A muscular human male, slick with oil, was being slowly, deliberately fed into the Hutt’s maw. Jabba’s massive tongue, thick and grey-pink, slithered over the man’s torso, lapping at his chest, his stomach, his straining cock. The man groaned, arching his back, pushing himself deeper onto the probing muscle. With a wet, sucking slurp, Jabba engulfed the man’s head and shoulders. The man’s legs kicked wildly for a moment, a muffled scream echoing from within the Hutt’s gullet, before a powerful contraction pulled him entirely inside. Jabba’s throat bulged grotesquely, then settled. A low, satisfied belch rumbled through the throne room, followed by a trickle of viscous drool. The swallowed man’s muffled moans of pleasure could still be faintly heard from within Jabba’s distended gut.
"Fucking hells," Anakin breathed, his blue eyes wide, pupils dilated with dark fascination and renewed arousal. His cock strained against his trousers, already painfully hard.
"Told you," Padme purred, her hand instantly finding the bulge in Anakin’s pants, squeezing hard. Her own eyes were alight with manic hunger. "This is the real galaxy."
Rey stared, transfixed and horrified, yet a familiar, unwanted slickness dampened her thighs. The sheer scale of the depravity, the raw, unapologetic consumption… it resonated with the dark promise whispered on Coruscant. Ahsoka licked her lips, her montrals twitching, absorbing the chaotic symphony of lust. Chewbacca let out a low, rumbling growl that vibrated deep in his chest, a sound of primal approval.
Bib Fortuna, Jabba’s Twi’lek majordomo, slithered forward, his eyes assessing the newcomers with reptilian dispassion. "Jabba welcomes… guests," he hissed, his voice barely audible over the din. His gaze lingered on Padme’s regal bearing, Rey’s wild beauty, Ahsoka’s exotic form, and Chewbacca’s imposing presence. "The Great One… desires entertainment. He asks… will you fuck him?"
Padme didn’t hesitate. She stepped forward, her chin high, a fierce, dark smile splitting her face. "Fuck him?" she laughed, a sharp, commanding sound. "We’ll fucking worship him!" She turned to the others. "Right?"
"Hell yes!" Ahsoka grinned, already pulling her top off, revealing her orange breasts tipped with deep blue nipples.
"Fuck yeah," Anakin growled, tearing at his own clothes.
Rey nodded mutely, her hands trembling as she began to unfasten her wraps. Chewbacca roared, a deafening sound of affirmation that momentarily silenced the nearest revelers.
"Then… partake," Bib Fortuna gestured towards the pulsating mountain of Hutt flesh.
It was chaos unleashed. Padme shoved Anakin backwards onto a pile of cushions near Jabba’s tail. She ripped her gown open, straddling him instantly, sinking down onto his thick cock with a cry of relief. "NOW this is podracing!" she screamed, bucking wildly, her dark hair flying. Jabba’s massive, muscular tail, thick as a tree trunk, slithered across the cushions and coiled possessively around Padme’s waist, pulling her tighter against Anakin’s thrusts, its rough scales scraping her skin.
Two Gamorrean guards, their snouts dripping saliva, lumbered towards Rey. Before she could react, thick, green hands grabbed her arms. One guard hoisted her up, while the other shoved her legs apart. The blunt head of a massive, green cock pressed against her still-tender entrance. "No! Wait—" Rey gasped, but it was swallowed as the guard slammed into her, filling her aching cunt in one brutal stroke. The other guard grabbed her head, forcing his own thick cock between her lips, gagging her. They passed her roughly between them, one fucking her mouth while the other hammered her pussy, then switching, their grunts mingling with Rey’s muffled cries.
Ahsoka saw Chewbacca eyeing the rancor pit grate nearby, the roars of the beast below vibrating the metal. "Chewie! Here!" she yelled, running towards the heavy grate. She bent over it, gripping the bars, presenting her orange ass. Chewbacca was on her instantly. His massive paws gripped her hips, his thick cock, already slick with pre-cum, found her tight Togrutan hole. With a powerful grunt, he sheathed himself inside her to the hilt. Ahsoka screamed, arching her back as he began a relentless pounding, each thrust driving her against the clanging grate, the rancor’s roars beneath them a bass counterpoint to Chewbacca’s growls and Ahsoka’s shrieks.
Anakin, pinned beneath Padme and Jabba’s tail, watched Rey being used, heard Ahsoka getting fucked. His hips pistoned upwards, driving his cock deep into Padme’s clenching heat. Jabba’s massive head turned slowly on its thick neck. One enormous, yellow eye fixed on Anakin. A low, wet chuckle bubbled from the Hutt’s throat. Slowly, deliberately, Jabba extended his immense, grey-pink tongue. It slithered across the cushions, thick and glistening with drool, leaving a wet trail. It found Anakin’s straining cock, still buried inside Padme. Padme gasped, grinding down harder as the hot, slick muscle wrapped around the base of Anakin’s shaft, then slid upwards, engulfing the head and part of his length. The sensation was overwhelming – hot, wet, incredibly strong suction combined with Padme’s tight grip. Anakin threw his head back and roared, his hips bucking uncontrollably as Jabba sucked him with obscene expertise.
"Fuck! Jabba’s sucking me!" Anakin gasped, his hands gripping Padme’s hips.
Padme laughed wildly, riding him harder. "Take it, Ani! Take the Hutt’s fucking mouth!"
Chewbacca, still hammering into Ahsoka against the grate, saw Jabba’s immense, exposed asshole near the edge of the dais – a puckered, dark opening amidst the folds of blubber. With a final, powerful thrust that made Ahsoka shriek, he pulled out of her. He strode towards Jabba, his massive cock slick with Ahsoka’s juices. He grabbed handfuls of the Hutt’s flank fat for leverage, positioned himself, and with a guttural roar, drove his entire length into Jabba’s asshole.
Jabba jolted. A surprised, wet bellow erupted from him, momentarily interrupting his sucking of Anakin. His massive body convulsed, the tail tightening painfully around Padme. Rey was dropped momentarily by the startled Gamorreans. Then, a deeper, rumbling groan of pleasure vibrated through the Hutt. He pushed his ass back against Chewbacca’s thrusts, his tongue resuming its vigorous sucking on Anakin’s cock. Chewbacca roared, gripping Jabba’s flanks, fucking the Hutt’s enormous ass with powerful, deep strokes that made the entire dais tremble.
Ahsoka, released and panting, her ass sore and dripping, saw her opportunity. Jabba’s convulsions had widened his asshole momentarily around Chewbacca’s pistoning cock. Driven by a reckless, perverse impulse, fueled by the dark energy of the palace, she scrambled forward. Ignoring the musk, the heat radiating from the orifice, she dove headfirst into the gap beside Chewbacca’s shaft, wriggling into Jabba’s asshole.
It was like being swallowed by hot, pulsating mud. Thick, viscous slime coated her instantly. The passage was tight, muscular, and incredibly hot, squeezing her with rhythmic contractions. She pushed deeper, crawling on hands and knees through the slick tunnel, the sounds of the orgy muffled, replaced by the wet, internal sounds of the Hutt’s body and Chewbacca’s powerful thrusts vibrating through the walls around her. She emerged into a larger, cavernous space – Jabba’s lower intestine, filled with semi-digested sludge and pockets of gas. And there, trapped in the thick muck, writhing and moaning, were others. The human male Jabba had swallowed earlier, covered in digestive slime but still hard, stroking his cock frantically. A Twi’lek girl, partially submerged, fingering her cunt with desperate abandon. A Gamorrean guard, grunting as he fucked a gelatinous mass that might have once been food or a person.
Ahsoka laughed, a wild, echoing sound in the fleshy chamber. She ripped off her remaining clothes, her orange skin gleaming in the dim, internal bioluminescence. She strode through the muck towards the swallowed man. "Room for one more?" she grinned, dropping to her knees before him. She took his cock into her mouth without hesitation, sucking hard, her hands grabbing his hips. The man cried out, thrusting into her throat. Ahsoka moaned around him, one hand reaching down to rub her own clit furiously, the other beckoning the Twi’lek closer. The orgy continued, now inside the very beast hosting it, Ahsoka servicing the swallowed man while the Twi’lek pressed against her back, fingers plunging into Ahsoka’s asshole. Chewbacca’s thrusts shook the world, Jabba’s groans vibrated the walls, and outside, Padme screamed Anakin’s name as Jabba’s sucking tongue pushed her husband over the edge. Rey’s muffled cries rose again as the Gamorreans resumed their brutal sharing. The palace thrummed with one monstrous, shared heartbeat of raw, devouring lust. The Sarlacc pit awaited, but here, inside Jabba’s rotting, pleasure-filled gut, eternity had already begun.
Jabba's cavernous gut pulsed around Ahsoka, thick walls slick and hot as living mud. She rode the swallowed man’s cock hard, his desperate thrusts meeting hers while the Twi’lek behind her fucked her ass with three slick fingers, the vibrations from Chewbacco’s relentless pounding of the Hutt’s asshole shaking the entire chamber. "Fuck yes, give it to me!" Ahsoka screamed into the humid, putrid air, her orange skin gleaming with digestive slime and sweat, the swallowed man’s seed spilling hot over her clenching belly as he came. Outside, the muffled roar of the palace orgy was a constant thrum, punctuated by Padme’s sharp cries. Jabba’s immense, slick tongue worked Anakin’s cock with obscene expertise, the powerful suction pulling his orgasm violently from him. Anakin roared, back arching off the cushions as thick ropes of cum shot directly into the Hutt’s greedy maw, Padme grinding down on him, milking every last spurt with her own clenching cunt. "Swallow it all, you fat fuck!" Padme snarled, watching Anakin’s cock pulse in the Hutt’s mouth, her own climax crashing over her, making her shudder violently against the tail coiled around her waist.
Jabba rumbled, a deep, wet sound of immense satisfaction as he swallowed Anakin’s load. The sucking ceased, the thick tongue withdrawing slowly, coated in cum and saliva. With surprising dexterity for such a bloated beast, the tongue slithered down Anakin’s sweat-slicked back. It found his ass, still sore and stretched from Chewbacca’s earlier pounding in Padme’s apartment. The hot, wet muscle probed, circling his quivering hole before thrusting deep inside. "Holy SHIT!" Anakin gasped, his body jolting at the unexpected, invasive sensation, the thick muscle wriggling inside him, spreading him wider. Padme laughed, a dark, delighted sound, as she dismounted Anakin, his softening cock slipping wetly from her. "Your turn, slug," she breathed, scrambling over the Hutt’s undulating flank towards his ventral slit. She ignored the Zeltron still bouncing weakly on Jabba’s cock. Padme shoved her aside, planting her knees firmly on the yielding flesh beside the slit. She leaned down, gripping the thick, stubby cock with both hands, slick with the Zeltron's juices. She lowered herself onto it, taking the entire spongy length inside her with a guttural groan, her cunt stretched obscenely wide around its girth. "Feels good, Jabba?" Padme panted, beginning to rock her hips, humping the Hutt’s body, her clit rubbing against the tough hide. Jabba’s answering groan vibrated through Padme’s bones, his tongue fucking Anakin’s asshole with renewed vigor. Chewbacca, still buried to the hilt in Jabba’s ass, felt the massive Hutt finally succumb. A guttural bellow ripped from Jabba as his enormous body convulsed, his cock swelling and pulsing inside Padme. Thick jets of viscous, foul-smelling Hutt seed erupted deep into her cunt, flooding her, spilling out around the cock in hot, sticky rivulets. Chewbacca roared his own climax, his massive cock pumping torrents of Wookiee cum deep into Jabba’s bowels.
As the final spasms wracked Jabba, Chewbacca pulled out, his fur matted with slime and sweat. He glanced towards the rancor pit grate where he’d fucked Ahsoka. Rey was on her knees nearby, gasping, her face and thighs slick with Gamorrean saliva and cum, the guards momentarily distracted by Jabba’s convulsions. Chewbacca didn’t hesitate. He lunged, grabbing Rey’s arm. "No! Chewie, please, not again—" she pleaded weakly, but her protest was cut off as he hauled her upright, dragging her towards the heavy metal grate. The Gamorreans grunted in confusion but didn’t interfere, more interested in the shuddering Hutt. Chewbacca shoved Rey face-first onto the cold grate. She felt its rough metal bite into her cheek, heard the terrifying roar of the rancor directly below, shaking the bars. One massive Wookiee paw pinned her shoulders. The other pulled her hips up, forcing her ass high. She felt the thick, familiar head of his cock press against her gaping, sore entrance. "Chewie, stop! It’s too soon!" Rey sobbed, raw terror cutting through her haze. He ignored her, his growl low and insistent as he shoved forward, impaling her brutally. Rey screamed, the sound echoing down into the pit, her body stretched impossibly wide again around his girth as he began a savage rhythm, each thrust driving her into the unyielding metal.
Inside Jabba, Ahsoka felt the world lurch violently. The rhythmic contractions squeezing her became violent, convulsive heaves. The swallowed man beneath her cried out as the thick sludge surged, lifting them. "What the—?" Ahsoka started, but a powerful muscular spasm propelled her backwards through the slick tunnel of the intestine. She tumbled, blinded by slime, bouncing off the man and the Twi’lek. A wave of churning sludge, thick with semi-digested food, fluids, and struggling bodies, carried them all towards a tight, pulsing sphincter. "Oh fuck no!" Ahsoka yelled, but it was too late. The opening dilated, revealing the dim throne room beyond, and she was expelled with a wet, forceful splatter, landing hard on the filthy floor in a heap of steaming offal. The swallowed man and the Twi’lek landed beside her, coughing and retching. Chewbacca paused his brutal fucking of Rey for only a second, glancing at the mess. "Ahsoka?" he grunted. She pushed slime-matted hair from her eyes, spitting out foulness. "Still alive, big guy!" she gasped, staggering to her feet, her orange skin coated brown, already scanning the room with predatory eyes despite her state.
Reeling from the sudden expulsion, Ahsoka saw the heavy door leading down to the rancor pit cellar was ajar. The beast’s roars echoed louder from below, mingled with other sounds – grunts, wet slaps, and high-pitched cries. Chewbacca growled low in his throat, pulling his still-hard cock from Rey’s abused hole with a wet slurp, leaving her collapsed and trembling on the grate. He jerked his head towards the cellar door. Ahsoka nodded, wiping slime from her face. They left the chaotic throne room, Rey forgotten on the grate, Anakin groaning under Jabba’s still-probing tongue, Padme shuddering atop the Hutt’s softening cock. Down the dank stone steps they went, the air growing hotter, heavier, reeking of musk and raw meat.
The cellar was vast and dark, lit by flickering torches casting monstrous shadows. In the center lay the rancor, not raging as before, but sprawled on its side, breathing heavily. Its immense form dominated the space. Surrounding it, a dozen figures – guards, handlers, slaves – were engaged in a frenzied orgy. Gamorreans grunted as they fucked Twi'lek females bent over the rancor’s scaled leg. A burly human handler was buried face-first between the thighs of a trembling Weequay male pressed against the beast’s flank. But most shockingly, near the rancor’s massive, furred haunches, a huge, glistening slit was visible. Two muscular Nikto males knelt before it, taking turns plunging their arms shoulder-deep into the opening, their faces ecstatic, while a third licked at the swollen folds. Chewbacca roared, a sound that shook dust from the ceiling. The orgy participants froze momentarily, looking up. Ahsoka grinned, a feral flash of teeth through the grime. "Better fucking party down here!" she yelled, striding forward, her naked, slime-coated body gleaming in the torchlight. She shoved a startled Gamorrean aside and dropped to her knees before the rancor’s gaping slit. She pressed her face against it, inhaling the powerful, feral musk, then licked a long, slow stripe up its length. The rancor rumbled, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through Ahsoka’s bones. Chewbacca moved beside her, his massive cock dripping Rey’s slick. He spat onto his broad hand, slicking himself, then pressed the thick head firmly against the rancor’s slick opening. With a powerful grunt, he pushed. The muscular ring resisted, then yielded, swallowing the head. Chewbacca roared again, thrusting hard, sheathing several inches of his immense length into the hot, clinging passage. Ahsoka laughed, moving her head to lap hungrily at Chewbacca’s thrusting shaft and the stretched lips of the rancor’s pussy simultaneously. "Yeah, fuck it, Chewie! Stuff that beast!"
Above, Padme finally dismounted Jabba’s flaccid cock, thick strings of Hutt cum dripping from her ruined cunt and down her thighs. Jabba’s tongue finally withdrew from Anakin’s ass with a wet pop. Anakin groaned, rolling onto his side, his hole aching and exposed. Padme looked around, her eyes wild. "Rey?" The scavenger was gone from the grate. She spotted the open cellar door, heard the roars and cries intensifying from below. "They’ve found the real party," she breathed, grabbing Anakin’s arm. "Up! Come on, Ani! The pit!" She hauled him to his feet. Rey, hearing Padme’s voice, pushed herself weakly off the grate, her legs trembling, feeling Chewbacca’s seed leaking down her inner thighs. The promise of the Sarlacc was forgotten; the rancor’s call was immediate, visceral. Together, the trio stumbled towards the cellar steps, drawn by the primal energy below.
They reached the cellar floor just as Chewbacca achieved full penetration, his immense cock buried entirely within the rancor’s pussy. The great beast bellowed, not in pain, but in a deep, resonant groan of satisfaction that shook the very foundations of the pit. Ahsoka was plastered against the creature’s haunch, one hand frantically rubbing her own clit while her mouth and tongue worked feverishly over Chewbacca’s shaft and the stretched, glistening folds surrounding it. The other participants watched the Wookiee's conquest in awed silence. Padme’s eyes locked onto the immense, stretched opening swallowing Chewbacca whole. A shudder of pure, dark ecstasy ran through her. "That’s it," she whispered, then louder, her voice cutting through the grunts and moans. "IN! Get inside it! NOW!" She didn't wait. She shoved Anakin towards the rancor’s flank. "Go, Ani! Get in that cunt!" Rey needed no second command, the dark hunger overriding her pain. She scrambled forward on hands and knees, heading straight for the massive slit beneath Chewbacca’s pistoning form. Anakin, driven by Padme’s command and a desperate need to be consumed, followed.
Rey reached it first. The heat radiating from the opening was immense. The scent – musk, salt, and something deeply animal – overwhelmed her. She saw Chewbacca’s thick shaft sliding in and out, glistening with internal fluids. Ignoring it, she pushed her head and shoulders into the gap beside his hip, wriggling forward into the hot, velvety darkness. The passage was incredibly tight, muscular walls slick and clinging, pulsating around her. Anakin was right behind her, his hands pushing her ass, forcing her deeper. Rey gasped at the overwhelming pressure, the heat, the feeling of being swallowed alive by the beast. Padme watched her husband and the scavenger vanish into the rancor’s pussy, only their legs visible. Chewbacca roared, his thrusts deepening, his massive body blocking more of the opening. Padme saw Ahsoka glance back, her eyes wide with realization. "Come on, Snips!" Padme yelled. "Don't miss the main event!" Ahsoka scrambled around Chewbacca’s flank. Padme took a running start and dove headfirst into the remaining gap beside the Wookiee’s leg, vanishing into the dark, wet heat. Ahsoka followed an instant later, wriggling into the tight space just as the rancor’s powerful vaginal muscles clenched around the invaders, a final, powerful contraction pulling them all deep inside its shuddering body. Chewbacca’s roar was cut off as he, too, was fully engulfed by the muscular embrace. The slit sealed tight behind them, leaving the cellar silent except for the rancor’s heavy, satisfied breathing. Inside the hot, pressurized darkness, slick walls pulsed rhythmically, pressing in on them from all sides. Rey gasped, disoriented. Anakin groaned, pinned tightly. Padme laughed, the sound muffled and wet. "Welcome home, you filthy animals," she breathed in the absolute dark. "Now… let’s fucking party."