Whores of Kashyyyk
KACHIRHO - KASHYYYK - 19 BBY
The dropship swooped low over a lush forest canopy that seemed to stretch on forever, repulsors burning as it raced toward a distant spot on the horizon and the roar of battle roared over the comms: Wookiees snarling, clone troopers and volunteers shouting commands and calling for reinforcements over the sound of stuttering blaster fire and rumbling explosions.
Beta Squad didn't even hear it, too focused on the Jedi beauty kneeling before them, her head bobbing and her hands a blur as she struggled to give all four of them equal treatment while the pilots watched on their security vidscreens and a single trooper observed from his post by the wide-open bay door, clinging to a support handle while furious jerking his cock to the live sex show.
"That's it, Betas!" the co-pilot urged over the comm, working his controls one-handed. "Make that slag work for it!"
Serra Keto groaned, blue eyes watering as she engulfed the cock in front of her, pushing until the fat head touched the back of her throat. A slender, well-toned brunette barely in her twenties, she wore a tiny earpiece that let her hear everything the clones said through their private helmet comms, her pretty face burning as she pumped multiple spit-soaked schlongs while slobbering all over the one in front of her, eager to finish them all off before they landed. She hadn't meant for this to happen: her body had simply reacted when she sensed the armored studs sizing her up the moment they left the Sphincter's hangar bay, her raunchy reputation having well preceded her.
Serra groaned, reminding herself again that it wasn't her fault. If they had been normal troopers in blue-and-white plasteel armor maybe she could have resisted her urges long enough to make it down to the city; but they were commandos, the cream of the clone crop. Like ARC troopers, they had been bred for greater individuality and had no problem letting a woman know what they were thinking. Their bulky gray armor reflected that, the yellow markings on the one in front telling her she was blowing Vibro, the squad's demolitions expert. Commando cock was nearly a third larger than a standard clone cock (which was impressive in its own right), and depending on the situation could reach Wookiee proportions. Any woman who could resist one was either blind or blast shocked, not that either condition would necessarily stop a perpetually horny commando from making use of her if she was attractive enough.
Shiv roared, his armor marked with red. The squad's most aggressive member, he slapped her face with his big dick before stomping away. "I'm barely getting any here!" he snarled as he disappeared behind her, Serra taking advantage of his absence to focus solely on the remaining three, sucking Vibro while tugging off the others and keeping everyone moaning.
"Where are you going, Shiv?" the commando with green markings groaned, his precum oozing all over her fingers. "Let's take this skanga apart as a team, the way Hawkbat taught us."
Shiv chuckled. "Just getting mine, Leader."
He pulled Serra to her feet, her mouth and hands not missing a suck or pull as she rose to a bent-over position in front of him. He hiked up her Jedi robe and stared at her luscious bum, his helmet cam capturing everything he saw. A sharp slap made her yelp before he pulled her pants down to her ankles, leaving her half-naked and utterly vulnerable while he gripped his big dick and teased her asshole, still nicely stretched after her mission on Korriban. But there was no time for such a potentially messy endeavor and he quickly adjusted, finding her dripping cunt and slowly feeding himself inside, making Serra whimper as he bullied his way into her velvet temple and refused to stop until he completely bottomed out.
Serra was rocked back and forth in the gunship's crowded bay, her screams muffled by Vibro's cock while Kashyyyk wooshed past the open bay door. Her lovers moaned while she worked them, the pilots and lone trooper grunting as they frantically tugged away, wishing they could join in or at least get sloppy seconds.
Making an annoyed groan, Scratch, the tech expert with purple markings, pulled a small device off his pack and tossed it down on the floor where it immediately came to life and began projecting a real-time hologram of a white-armored ARC trooper who briefly paused when he saw what was going on.
"Advisor here, commandos. You'll be landing at Kachirho soon, so finish up."
"Finishing up real soon, Advisor," Leader groaned.
"Uh-huh. Confederate advance forces have landed in several cities; the element of surprise has allowed them to dig in. The Wookiees are holding their own for now, but that may not last. You will give them whatever assistance you can, but they are not your main mission."
Vibro roared, balls churning. "Oh, she can suck, Advisor. She can really suck."
"Pay attention, Seven-Three."
The commando to his left smacked his brother's chest. "Focus, Vibro."
"I'm trying, Leader. But this mouth."
Leader shook his head. "Go on, Advisor."
"Several prominent Republic figures have been taken hostage, Betas. Including Ambassador Uzza and Varina Kadaara."
Shiv roared and slammed hard into Serra, making her wail into Vibro's fat cock while gushing down her soft inner thighs. "Varina!" he grunted. "I'll gut them all!"
"If they touch one hair on her head!" Scratch muttered.
"Easy, Betas. Our intel tells us she's still in one piece, for now. They're raping her up and down the city, however, so you might want to hurry."
"Um, how do you rape a nympho?"
"She's probably raping them."
Leader put a hand over Serra's, slowing her strokes so he could focus. "I thought both sides declared vidsluts neutral, Advisor."
"They're using Trando mercenaries, Two-Five. Even if they got the memo, I doubt they could read it. Be cautious. The only thing Trandos love more than pussy is fighting over it. They'll battle you to the death before they give up their hostages, Sugar Valorum included."
"Valorum?" Scratch said. "That has-been?"
Shiv jabbed Serra again, causing another creamy orgasmic waterfall. "Hey!"
"What? She hasn't put out a decent vid since her father left office."
"Wait a minute," Vibro said. "I heard he was her uncle. Or was it cousin?"
Shiv snarled at Scratch. "Says the clone with a drive full of Corellia Kor Vella vids. She makes Manaari Mountains look like an actual thespian."
Leader grunted, letting Serra tug away. "Knock if off, commandos. You can fight over your favorite holoskanks later. Please continue, Advisor."
"Forces in that sector are stretched thin, Betas, so don't expect reinforcements. Senator Mothma managed to scrounge up a few dozen troopers, but they're tasked with finding the other VIP hostages so don't call on them unless you absolutely need to."
Vibro groaned, his cock slowly thickening in Serra's mouth. "Don't worry, Advisor. We've got the Whore of Geonosis on our side. We'll be just fine."
Serra moaned at the filthy nickname the media had given her after that Confederates leaked vids of her Geonosian gangbang onto the HoloNet. It had immediately caught on, making her one of the more popular Jedi in the Order while hanging a cloud over her head wherever she went, the average being on the street assuming she was a nympho whore on par with Varina and Valorum; even other Jedi thought nothing of using her mouth and holes for their own selfish pleasure no matter how much she pleaded with them to treat her like a person and not a walking sex toy. Not that she helped matters by constantly getting herself into erotic situations and putting up zero resistance whenever someone made an advance on her. Maybe Master Windu was right and the Geonosians really had mind-broken her.
Advisor continued. "Indeed, Seven-Three. But this is your mission. The High Council has not officially sanctioned any action. The Jedi are there merely as observers, if you take my meaning."
Shiv powered into Serra, lifting her up on her toes with every eye-batting pump. "Oh, someone's definitely taking something."
Leader tilted his head. "Observers, Advisor?"
"Along with Master Keto, Shaak Ti, Jynna Day, Scout Esterhazy, and Vorna Keem and her Padawan are converging on the city at the head of Mothma's troopers. They can handle themselves, so don't worry about them unless you're nearby and they need support. Otherwise, focus on Kadaara and Valorum. The Republic can't afford the propaganda coup it would give the Confederacy if something happened to them in our territory. Rescue Ambassador Uzza if you have an opportunity, but otherwise consider her expendable. The Republic can deal for her later. She might even serve as a distraction while you rescue the others."
Scratch looked down at Serra working them with her mouth, hands, and body. "Master Keto?"
Vibro laughed. "Master of these cocks!"
Shiv groaned and pumped her harder, making her eyes roll back. "Whore...of...Geonosis!" he grunted between thrusts.
"Are you all alright, commandos?"
Leader groaned, swelling in her fist. "Just clearing our heads, Advisor."
"In that case, Two-Five, good luck. And give the slag one for me."
"Will do, Advisor. Beta Squad out."
The holoprojector shut off. Vibro immediately groaned, yanking his cock out of Serra's mouth and pounding it with his gloved hand until it exploded all over her face, spurt after spurt of thick gooey globs splattering all over her, Serra moaning like the whore the Confederates had turned her into, still pumping the other cocks while pushing back to ride Shiv's pounding dong. The ones in her fists quickly followed suit, bursting in her face and splashing her with more delicious goo, their collective groans filling her earpiece and making her heaving chest surge with pride. As soon as Vibro stopped shooting they elbowed him out of the way and took aim at her mouth, Serra opening wide and sticking out her tongue so they could finishing emptying their balls inside, a pool of cum rapidly rising until it began leaking from the corners of her mouth. She quickly gulped the tasty nut down, but they weren't done yet, shooting enough to give her another sizeable helping before finally stumbling back and grabbing whatever they could to remain upright. The Geonosians and Dooku's droid army had trained her well, and over the ensuing years she had only gotten better. Glancing over her shoulder, she made Shiv explode inside her with just a flirty wink, the commando pumping out his spurts before finally slamming deep and holding tight, grinding his armor against her glistening bum while making sure she took every drop.
"Take it, whore!" he cried. "Take this clone seed! Gonna put a little commando inside you!"
Vibro shook his head. "Uh, Shiv, you do know we're all sterile, right?"
"Maybe you are, Vibro!"
He slowly pulled free, nodding triumphantly while his spunk poured out of her. Just then the gunship dropped below the tree canopy, coming down on a wooden city winding in and out of massive Wroshyr trees hundreds of meters off the ground. Serra quickly pulled her pants back up and grabbed a support handle so she could hang out the open bay door. The trooper there groaned at being so close to her, still jerking off. Without thinking, Serra slapped his hand away and took over for him, making him wail and nearly fall out. She could hear explosions in the distance and see an occasional fireball, her fist a blur.
The ship hovered to a stop over a plaza crowded with supplies and heavy weaponry. Wookiees and Republic advisors raced in every direction, hurrying to close off entry points before droid forces reached them. The trooper beside her whimpered and fired all over her robe, Serra absentmindedly waiting for him to finish before bringing her hand up and licking the excess spunk from her fingers. Conditions weren't quite as rosy as Advisor had led them to believe, and were only getting worse.
"Alright, commandos," Leader said as they hooked cables to their belts, "let's do this." He looked at Serra eating the trooper's sperm. "See you on the ground, WOG."
They leapt out of the ship, dropping from sight before riding their cables down to the ground below. Serra leaned out to watch, glancing back at the pilots who were staring at her while tugging away at nature's flight sticks.
"You'll get it soon enough," she said loudly, the wind whipping her hair around her face. "Everyone will."
She jumped, not bothering with a line, and threw out a hand at the last moment to slow her descent with the Force. Just then, one of the sealed entry points blew inward and a wave of spindly battle droids came pouring through.
Serra pulled both lightsabers from her belt and snapped them to life, the thrumming green energy blades reflecting brightly in the commandos' mirrored visors.
Leader nodded, grateful to have her backing them up. "Form up, Betas. Let's show these droids they messed with the wrong clones."
- As they descended toward Kachirro, Serra couldn't help but notice the pilots appreciatively watching her through their security vidscreens, joining in the group sex show happening in the cargo bay.
- The thought of releasing the Whores of Kashyyyk on the unsuspecting Confederate forces stirred excitement within the commandos, making them pump even harder.
- When they landed, instead of joining the other Republic forces in the fight, Serra revealed her true intentions, leading them into a daring gangbang campaign against the Confederate troops.
- Summary of the gangbang: The commandos, led by the Whore of Kashyyyk, mounted a stealthy assault on the Confederate forces, using oral sex and group sex tactics to weaken their resolve and eventually claim victory.
