Author's Note: This story was inspired by a series of artwork created by Kataaoyoc elsewhere and published with his permission.
Chapter 1: Grounded Pilot
Flight Lieutenant Cadence Feeley looked up at the grotesque gastropod before her. Harra the Hutt was the local crime lady on the swampy planet of Vodran. Like all Hutts, she was an immense slug-like creature with enormous reptilian eyes, small arms, and a long muscular tail. According to Imperial records, she made her fortune by buying, selling, and trading exotic creatures for other Hutts around the Galaxy.
"I don't think you understand," the TIE fighter pilot said contemptuously. "I am a commissioned officer of the Imperial Navy. As a representative of the Galactic Empire, I demand safe passage for my squadron through your space to conduct vital Imperial business."
Lieutenant Feeley's squadron was passing through Hutt Space near Vodran. She was sent as part of an escort for the squadron's diplomatic staff to request passage from the crime lady. The jungle planet of Vodran was ruled by the Hutt Cartel and was located close to Nal Hutta. Given its proximity to the Hutt home world, her Squadron Leader deemed it prudent to send a tribute to Harra in the form of a substantial chest of Imperial credit cubes.
Unfortunately for the diplomatic staff and their escort, soon after landing on Vodran, they were continuously assaulted by the dangerous fauna of the planet. Of the original party, only Lieutenant Feeley managed to survive the trek to Harra's stronghold. But the devoted Imperial officer was determined to complete her mission. She now appeared before the crime lady with the chest of credits after spending the better part of the last two days trekking through putrid swamps.
The TIE fighter pilot's standard black uniform was tattered and covered in mud. Large pieces of fabric had been torn off during the ordeal of traveling here, including her left sleeve, part of the area covering her midriff, and nearly her entire right trouser pant leg. Even her right boot had gone missing, causing the lieutenant to go partially barefoot. Her top was also nearly falling off, exposing her black sports bra underneath. Her dark red hair was similarly disheveled and plastered to her face with days' old sweat. Worst of all, she had dropped her blaster pistol in a particularly deep bog yesterday, leaving her largely defenseless.
Yet despite it all, Lieutenant Feeley managed to look dignified in front of the crime lady--beautiful even. The mud that caked her face did little to hide her captivating features, from her high cheekbones, to her full red lips, to her piercing blue eyes. Her cleavage was plainly visible under her torn flight suit, the alabaster skin of her impressive bust contrasting sharply with her dark uniform. Her toned but still feminine abs showed through another hole in her top as well. Yet despite her current predicament, the Imperial officer stood tall with her chest held high and stared with fierce purpose at the imposing Hutt.
"Maya cheeka, chuba haswa kyotopa d'emperiolo teesaw. Nobata luta cheeska do hodrudda hoh ho..." Harra replied in her native Huttese. The crime lady's protocol droid began translating the response back to the lieutenant in real-time.
"You misunderstand your situation, insolent pilot. Your "Empire's" meager tribute is an insult. Galactic credits are worth little in these parts. You will pay for trespassing in Hutt Space so brazenly."
"It was not our intent to trespass. We only ask to pay a reasonable toll to--"
"Silence! Guards, take her in for processing," the giant slug commanded.
Lieutenant Feeley suddenly felt hands restrain her from behind. The native race of Vodran, also called Vodran as it happened, made up most of Harra's security force. A couple of Vodran guards now grabbed the human and injected a potent tranquilizer into her exposed thigh.
"Ugh! How dare you!"
The effect was immediate. She fought the sedative valiantly, but darkness and weakness soon overtook her.
A few hours later...
Lieutenant Feeley awoke groggily in the dim lighting of Harra's throne room. Her training kicked in and it took only a moment for her to assess her surroundings. The decorated war heroine was alarmed at her current state of being.
She was no longer garbed in her admittedly ragged flight suit. Instead, someone had stripped her of her uniform and dressed her in a garish golden metal bikini that left very little to the imagination. The top barely concealed her ample bosom, causing her tit flesh to practically overflow from the ornate metal cups. The bikini bottom was essentially a golden chain G-string that was equally revealing and caused nearly all her pale, curvaceous ass to hang out for everyone to see. The outfit was augmented by various items of finery and accessories that now adorned her athletic body. She wore a crimson arm sleeve made of silk on her left arm and a matching crimson footless stocking on her right leg. There was an elegant golden armlet on her right bicep, a similarly styled bangle on her left thigh, a pair of gilded anklets on her left ankle, and a couple opulent toe rings on her right foot. A single large baroque earing hung from her previously unpierced right earlobe.
Her hair had been washed and restyled into a ponytail. Indeed, she noticed her entire body had been cleaned and perfumed, and someone had smeared a layer of lubricating lotion all over her. Her oiled-up ivory skin shone faintly in the dark room, reflecting the flickering lights around Harra's dais and making her fit physique appear even more defined than usual. Moreover, someone had taken the time to paint her fingernails and toenails a vivid shade of red to match her hair and the rest of her ensemble. Finally, a thick metal collar had been clasped tightly around her svelte neck with a long golden chain that was attached to Harra's dais. The only thing the pilot still wore of her original uniform was a Galactic Empire medallion that her captors seemed to have ironically affixed to her collar.
The outfit actually looked quite pretty, if overly gaudy. This was in large part due to Lieutenant Feeley's ravishingly gorgeous body, which the bikini did a remarkable job of exhibiting. Between the academy and the fleet, she had spent nearly a decade training her lusty body to be in impeccable shape in order to join and thrive in the elite Imperial Starfighter Corps. That, along with her natural beauty, resulted in a stunning supermodel figure that any human or alien could appreciate, regardless of race. She was curvy in all the right places yet toned to perfection where you wanted her to be.
"What have you done to me?!" exclaimed the outraged lieutenant. "The Empire will not abide-- Heuk!"
Harra yanked the chain attached to her collar forcefully to choke and interrupt her, before casually explaining.
"Your paltry tribute fails to adequately compensate the Cartel for this egregious encroachment on our territory. You will pay the balance by the thorough use of your flesh by my court," she rumbled.
Harra's threat sent a chill of terror through Lieutenant Feeley's spine. She had heard of the Hutt crime lords collecting attractive female humanoids as pleasure slaves. She understood it was like a form of art appreciation, or for use as status symbols. The Hutts themselves were a hermaphroditic species, and it was unclear to Imperial scientists if they themselves were sexually interested in their slaves. She knew Harra was a female Hutt, but that meant little to a race that she heard could theoretically change their gender at will.
The lieutenant came from a conservative family in Coruscant. She had joined the Imperial Navy out of a sense of duty, and against the wishes of her parents. Due to her traditional upbringing, she had somewhat limited sexual experience growing up. And since commissioning in the Navy, she had focused all her energy on her military career, leaving little time for things like romance or relationships. The thought of being used as a Hutt pleasure slave horrified her.
Thinking back to her academy days, her recruiter had promised she would visit distant worlds and meet exotic creatures. While Vodran was certainly far from her home world, and the massive slug before her was certainly alien, she was disgusted at the thought of being the greased up plaything of a treacherous Hutt.
"You can't be serious! I am a Flight Lieutenant of the Imperial Navy and I demand to be released immediately. My superiors will not take lightly to the illegal capture of an Imperial officer," Lieutenant Feeley said while trying to keep the fear out of her voice.
"I wonder about that, little pilot. Let us see what your superiors have to say," Harra replied nonchalantly. She then motioned to someone in her retinue--an Ugnaught by the looks of it. The diminutive alien pushed a few buttons on a nearby console and a hologram of a humanoid appeared above it facing Harra and Lieutenant Feeley.
"Your Eminence, thank you agreeing to parlay, I--" the hologram began, but stopped with a gasp.
