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4,000 years before the death of the wrong Tico,
the Republic is on the defensive, facing a
seemingly
unstoppable Sith army led by the Dark Lord Malak.
In the space above Taris, the
Endar Spire
, a Republic
vessel escorting Jedi Knight Bastila Shan, has been
ambushed and is under attack by Malak's Sith forces.
Onboard the dying
Spire
, a young soldier has awakened.
Beautiful and confused, she finds herself in the middle of
a deadly civil war. That's not a blaster in her pocket....
ENDAR SPIRE - 3956 BBY
She stared at herself in the mirror, brown eyes wide, striking face framed by shoulder-length chestnut locks, and saw a beautiful young woman looking back at her: the woman she had always been but couldn't remember. She knew she was a Republic soldier, her lithe body poured into a skin-tight uniform with light armor plating over her small but firm breasts, but it wasn't just her rakish figure that raised her pencil-thin eyebrow... it was the fat throbbing bulge between her round feminine hips, a bulge so big it took
both
hands to conceal it!
The ship rocked beneath her, a loud
boom
echoing down the corridor. A moment later, Trask Ulgo stumbled into the room, an extra blaster in hand. Several years older than her, he had a head full of gray hair but was fit and vigorous, his own bulge smaller than her own but still sizeable enough to get her mouth watering.
"Revan, Bastila needs us on the bridge now! You can admire yourself later! Take this!"
Frowning, Revan turned and snatched the extra blaster. She couldn't remember who she was or where she had come from (having learned her name from Trask just minutes before) but she knew she
definitely
didn't like being ordered around, especially by a man. Which made sense, because according to him she was an expert in languages and hand-to-hand combat and was important enough to have been requested by Bastila, a young Jedi whose Battle Meditation power was the only thing standing between the Sith and total galactic domination.
Pounding after him in boots too big for her dainty size eight feet, she came under fire the instant she dove into the hallway, the blinding smoke and burning flames making her pretty eyes water as she struggled to keep up with Trask. Not two minutes later, she found herself flying through the air, propelled by a Sith grenade. Landing hard, she tore off her armor and rolled to smother the flames, coming up on her back, her uniform torn and scorched in all the right places.
"We've got pussy!" a Sith soldier giddily informed the others, two of them restraining Trask while another rushed over to cover her with his blaster rifle. He kicked her weapon away before hauling her to her knees. "If Bandon gets some, so do we!"
Trask struggled against the silver-armored men. "No, leave her alone, you bastards!"
The Sith didn't bother removing his helmet. Like the others making up the bulk of their army, he lacked Force sensitivity and relied on his imposing faceless helmet and gleaming armor to intimidate his enemies. He was definitely hung, though, revealing a fat cock that made Revan's eyes widen as he slapped it across her pretty face, smearing pre-cum all over her rad-tanned skin.
He held up a hand before Trask could be blasted. "Don't kill him yet. I want him to see this."
He pumped himself to full hardness, thick drops of sperm falling from the piss-hole. Revan swallowed, nervous and angry but undeniably aroused, her small hands struggling to hide her own raging erection from the others. Trannies were some of the most misunderstood creatures in the galaxy. There was no telling what they would do to her, or to Trask, if they found out her dirty little secret.
Not quite ten inches long but nicely thick and veiny, the cock pressed against her pouty lips and met only brief resistance before she let him inside, a low moan escaping her throat as his fat mushroom dickhead glided over her broad tongue. She couldn't help herself, the taste of his delicate flesh, the heat and hardness of his raging manhood, hardening her nipples and churning her fist-sized testicles.
"
Revan
," Trask muttered in disbelief as she sealed her mouth around the Sith and started sucking him, her cheeks hollowing. His Sith captors laughed and forced him to watch, Revan noticing a twitch of his crotch while she slowly but firmly bobbed her head and serviced her lover as if her life depended on it, which it did.
"Revan?" one of his guards said.
"Like the Jedi traitor?" the other muttered.
The Sith didn't last very long, thickening in her mouth after several deep sucks. Even Revan was impressed by her obvious oral talent, almost gasping when he suddenly yanked free and began jerking thick ropes all over her face, splattering his hot load on her forehead and cheek before emptying out on her tightly pursed lips and delicate feminine chin. Drained, he slipped back into her mouth and shook while she slurped on his shrinking hose and used it like a straw to suck up the last of his jizz.
Jerking himself to stay hard, the Sith stumbled back and motioned for the others to haul Revan to her feet. "Get her up, boys. Let's see what we're working with here."
Blushing, Revan had no choice but to stand up to her full five-foot five-inch height, eyes widening when her hands were pulled off her crotch and behind her back.
"Revan!" Trask cried, his eyes nearly popping out of his handsome head at the sight of a semi-erect cock straining painfully against her bodysuit.
Revan frantically shook her head, hair swinging, sperm flying. "It's not real! It can't be!" She looked to Trask, utterly humiliated. "This isn't me, Trask! I'm a real woman! I swear it!"
She whimpered as the Sith tore open the crotch of her bodysuit, freeing her erection and planet-sized balls. He pulled off his glove and spit in his hand before grabbing her and giving several hard tugs, stroking her to full hardness, forcing out hot pre-cum that splattered all over her boots. Revan moaned softly, long feminine lashes fluttering. After several jerks she risked a glance at Trask, who wore a mask of repulsed lust.
The Sith noticed it too. "Bring the hero over," he sneered. "Time for a show."
"No," Trask grunted as the others dragged him by the arms, his knees dragging on the floor. To his great shame, there was no disguising his own erection, and for one brief moment Revan couldn't help feeling a little thrill. Even with a cock the size of a blaster cannon she was still sexy enough to arouse a straight and narrow stud like Trask!
The ship shook again, nearly knocking the Sith on their backs. Realizing they were on a chrono, the monsters merely accelerated their work, planting Trask in front of her before shoving his head forward. So long was Revan's girlhood that he immediately came into contact with her, making them both groan. Herself held firmly in place, Revan could only tremble and clench her firm buttocks while the spent Sith rubbed her cock across Trask's stubbly face, the fat mushroom head oozing sperm all over his thin lips and dimpled chin. Visibly disgusted, Trask stared up at Revan as if he couldn't believe this was really happening. That was when the Sith gave his head a sharp yank, forcing Revan into his mouth when he cried out.
"Trask," Revan breathed, staring down at him even as she throbbed between his warm, soft lips. "I'm so sorry. Forgive me."
But Trask couldn't have replied even if he wanted to, strong Sith hands forcing him back and forth, his mouth gliding over her pulsing member. He resisted at first, saliva and cum pouring out of the corners of his mouth, but it quickly became clear to them both that the only way out of this was to cooperate.
Revan stared down at him, hoping her stunning beauty would take some of the sting out of what he was doing. "It's okay, Trask," she groaned. "Nobody will ever know."
Trask paused, meeting her gaze, his jaw painfully stretched around her girth. Perhaps some part of him knew he wouldn't get off this ship alive, or maybe her femininity had given him permission to indulge in his less-than-masculine fantasies, but whatever the reason a change suddenly came over him, his cheeks hollowing as he drew back under his own power and tried to suck her the way she had sucked the Sith.
Revan moaned softly as electric pleasure rolled through her cock and deep into the pit of her stomach. It felt
so
good,
so
natural, to be sucked by another being that it was almost as if she had been born with this massive appendage, though she knew that couldn't possibly be true. She couldn't remember anything about her past beyond the last few minutes, but deep in her heart, in her young soul, she knew she was purely female.
Trask sighed around her thickness, eyes rolling as he sank into the pleasure and gave himself to her. He was a natural, lapping at her underside with his tongue between sucks. An expert cockhandler herself, Revan shifted her weight and rolled her hips, guiding her quivering member into his dripping maw, feeding him like the little slut he had turned out to be. That only made him want her more, his own noises increasing, his slurps intensifying, as he made up for his inexperience with eagerness. He
wanted
her orgasm; he
wanted