This story is from the imagination of the writer and inspired by Return Of The Jedi.
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The Hutt's sexual appetite was growing. He had been thinking about expanding his harem of gay sex slaves to include a transsexual. This was all due to a drug dealer who caught the eye of the exalted Hutt.
Although they had done business only two times in five months, the Hutt's lust for this beautiful shemale had increased. She was five feet nine, one twenty three. Had a nice set of thirty six c breasts. And don't forget the seven and a half inch cock between her long legs. The tip of Jabba's tail, which was also his dick, would become engorged everytime she was at his palace. He would fuck his personal slave boy mercilessly after she left.
Enslaving her would be ideal. But she always brought him the best drugs. No, making her his first transsexual slave was not the answer. So, than, what was?
After he and his right hand man Bib Fortuna discussed it, they mutually agreed that Jabba's best slaver, Tarno, should be sent to find a beautiful shemale for the mighty Hutt. This slaver found six gay men who became loyal slaves to the exalted Jabba.
Tarno was quickly summoned and entered the throne room of the great Jabba.
"I want you to find me a trans girl. The best city to find them is Port City. Bring her back unharmed. You have forty eight hours."
He bowed and walked towards a large door at the back of the palace. He started up his speeder and left.
The time was 5:30pm.
Port City was twenty miles north of Mos Eisley where many gay men had been found and sold to the great Hutt. As he flew across the vast desert in his speeder, Tarno wondered where he could find Jabba's newest slave. Perhaps there are strip clubs that employ only shemales. Or should he go to a brothel? Either way the three hour trip gave him time to decide where to find such a lady.
Parking his speeder outside a gay strip club in Mos Eisley, where he found two gay men who are now enslaved, Tarno entered and was quickly greeted by the owner.
"Ah, Tarno, I have three new gay men for you to see..."
Tarno raised his hand "No, I am not here looking for a gay slave. The almighty Jabba wants a transsexual. Where is the best place to find one in Port City?"
As the man thought, he gently stroked his chin. "There's a new brothel which has eleven shemales. I have frequented it many times. The girls are beautiful, submissive and ever so slutty."
Tarno thanked the man and was driving his speeder as fast as it would go.
It took him almost four hours to finally reach Port City. He had to take his time and find the right girl. With less than forty four hours, it would be a challenge.
Entering Port City, Tarno headed towards the main strip where there were many clubs and bars to titillate your fancy. He was slowly hovering the speeder above the sand that was Port City Boulevard. Finally, he found the brothel.
It was now 10:05pm.
Walking towards the entrance, he stopped:
Welcome. No weapons of any kind. All patrons must abide by the club rules and be over 18.
He knocked on the door. A tall muscular Twi'lek man who owned the brothel answered.
"How may I be of service to you, stranger?"
"I was told by a bartender in Mos Eisley that you have great shemales. How much for two hours with one?"
"What kind of service do you want?
"Everything." Tarno said firmly.
"That will run you eight hundred."
"Fine." He handed over eight one hundreds and was let in.
The club was tastefully decorated and well lite. Tarno was told to sit in a chair and wait for the girls to be brought out so that he can choose the one he wants. The wait seemed eternal but that was due to his time constraint. The owner returned with six girls.
It's now 10:20pm.
"These girls are at your disposal." He said "Let me know which girl you fancy."
All of them were over five seven. Their bodies were perfect. Luscious legs, nice breasts, beautiful hair and large cocks. Four of the girls were human. While the others were full Twi'lek. All were gorgeous . As Tarno went from one girl to the next, he knew he had a tough choice.
As Tarno looked carefully over each prostitute, he thought how the all powerful Jabba had no Twi'leks enslaved. There was only one problem, many Twi'leks did not speak English or Huttese. If they did, their knowledge was limited to only introductions and swear words.