Rina – Chapter 1 – A Star Wars Pornfic [MF] [MM] [voy] [aliens] [prostitution] [F solo]

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I don’t own Star Wars. George did and then he sold it to Mickey. I wasn’t involved in any of that. I have no rights at all to any Star Wars intellectual property. This story is either legal under parody laws or it violates Mickey’s IP and if that’s the case I have a message for Mickey: I don’t have money so suing me won’t do any good.

The following story is filled with graphic descriptions of sex. It is pornography. If you don’t want to read that or it is illegal for you to read porn in your jurisdiction then I’d suggest you stop reading now.

Virtually every single character in this story is a highly attractive bisexual with a high libido and no inhibitions to speak of and a willingness to hop into bed with just about anyone because it’s porn that’s the way porn is.

The individual chapters will be marked with story codes and content notices so you won’t accidentally stumble across something that squicks you or triggers you, but in general this story involves a lot of sex, sex between men and women, sex between women and women, sex between men and men, sex between members of different species. Sometimes it even involves sex between humanoids and Hutts or people and droids. Or people and animals. You have been warned. If hot Twi’lek on Rodian action offends you, you might want to stop reading now.

It also sometimes involves torture and rape. In true Star Wars fashion no one ever suffers any lasting psychological harm from being tortured and while they may have been screaming for mercy a moment ago they’ll be trading quips and feeling perfectly fine right afterward. Likewise there’s no lasting trauma about rape, characters are raped, sometimes they cum while they’re being raped, and they don’t like being raped but afterward no one has flashbacks, or PTSD, or ever feels traumatized or damaged and it certainly doesn’t prevent them from wanting to hop in the sack with the next available sentient being or in any other way make them feel weird about sex at all.

There is no snuff, there is no gore, there is no guro, but there is rape and torture and BDSM and spanking.

The story starts light, and never goes grimdark, but just so no one gets whiplash here and feels mislead or that the story started one way and went a direction they weren’t expecting: through the series there will be a mix of consensual sex, coerced sex, outright rape, torture, consensual BDSM, and so on.

It is my intention to write masturbation fodder for perverts like me who get off on stuff like this. It is not intended at all to downplay the fact that in reality rape and torture frequently cause lasting psychological harm to the victims.

And since it’s a Star Wars story there’s lots of explosions, murder, meyhem, spaceships whizzing away at the last second, cliffhangers resolved through totally implausible means, people killing scads of bad guys and never once feeling any regret or having trauma from that, names that are truly preposterous (Cad Bane? Seriously? Was Badguy McBaddington already taken?) and all that other stuff that makes Star Wars fun. And a lot of sex.

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Yes, this is Star Wars fanfic, or erotic fanfic anyway.

But…

While I consider myself a Star Wars fan (saw the first movie when I was just turned three!) I never got into the EU. I’ve watched all the movies, I’ve watched Clone Wars (both versions), I’ve watched Rebels, I played SW:TOR for a while, I even played the tabletop RPG, but that’s it. I never read the novels or comic books. I had to check Wookiepedia to even know what wupiupi were.

I’m taking certain liberties with the universe, some deliberately, some simply due to not knowing all the EU/Legends stuff, or even really any of it. I’ve tried to be relatively consistent with the movies, and since this is set during the time of the Old Republic (I settled on 3640BBY for the starting year) I’ve been going mostly by what the game has to say about the Old Republic and that time.

Sometimes some things I dig up through Wookiepedia. Other things I’m just making up what seems like it works and matches lore from the movies and shows. Some things I’m going my way on because the official stuff makes no sense. For example the population of Nar Shaddaa as listed on Wookiepedia wouldn’t even result in a planetary population density equal to modern Tokyo, much less be an ecumenopolis built of hundreds of stories tall buildings. So I unilaterally bumped it up a couple orders of magnitude to fit what it looked like in the game and shows. Nar Shaddaa in this story has a population of around 15 trillion, Coruscant has a population of around 30 trillion. No smaller population would result in a planet/city looking like that.

Some things, I simply went against established lore deliberately because it worked better for my story that way. For example, I’m aware that it is now canon that Hutts have two sexes, that seemed boring so I went with the old EU idea that they were hermaphrodites like real world gastropods.

So to the Star Wars true fans, I’m sorry. If you wanted a fully EU/Legends compatible bit of wank material written by someone who was extremely careful about all the EU stuff these aren’t the porns you’re looking for.

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Chapter 1: In the beginning

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MM, MF, voy, prostitution, F solo

Tel’ro’s Tavern was near a lot of things without being in anything, a combination that it’s owner, Tel’ro the Hutt, found to be beneficial more often than not. It was near the top levels of Nar Shaddaa, comfortably far from the seething masses that populated the underbelly of the planet spanning arcology, but not so near the top that the rent was too high or that it attracted casual tourists.

It was located a mere two kilometers from the red light district. Of course an ecumenopolis, a plant spanning city, like Nar Shaddaa measured its population in trillions and had thousands of red light districts. But only one was “the” red light district, the place on Nar Shaddaa where a person went if they wanted the best, most bizarre, or most demanding sex. Since the Tavern wasn’t in the district it avoided undue attention and, again, the more casual sort of tourist, but since it was close it attracted people a place further away wouldn’t.

The Tavern was also located only a few kilometers from one of Nar Shaddaa’s many spaceports. It was a small spaceport, seemingly nondescript and boring, but one infamous for attracting smugglers, bounty hunters, mercenaries, and other disreputable travelers.

Thanks to being near, but not in, so many things the Tavern attracted few tourists of the normal variety. Its clientele consisted mostly of independent shippers, smugglers, slavers, the wealthier and more successful sort of bounty hunters, and the more established fences, informants, snitches, and other assorted less than upstanding citizens who might be annoyed by a gaggle of tourists from Coruscant stumbling in.

The Tavern sat in a prosperous if somewhat disreputable business district. On one side was an insurance agency known to offer insurance on questionable ventures, on the other was a nondescript office that housed accountants who worked for major gangs and a law firm with a reputation for being able to navigate even what little law the Hutts had to the benefit of their clients. Across from the Tavern was a medical clinic that did reliable, safe, and subtle but highly illegal (in the Republic and Empire at any rate) cybernetic work.

But the passageway was brightly lit, clean, a few hundred meters down the corridor away from the red light district there were apartments on the upper end of mid range and a lively shopping district. Cartel droids patrolled the streets, preventing fights and moving spice addicts out of the area before they could lower property values.

A young Human woman stood across the corridor staring at the front door of the Tavern looking indecisive.

Rina had been nervous about applying, not just because of the Tavern’s reputation as a den of vice and villainy but also because it meant taking a step towards being a real sex worker. There were official prostitutes, “dancers”, working at the Tavern, but everyone knew the waitstaff was part of the sex trade too even if not quite to the degree that the dancers were.

Three years ago, barely a month after her sixteenth birthday, their parents had died and Rina had suddenly been thrust into the job of being responsible for her little sister Klara. She’d kept a tight lid on her own needs since then. She’d stayed out of trouble and stayed away from the sort of boys she liked and who had so often gotten her into trouble.

But now she was trying to get the money to send Klara away for school and she knew that waitstaff at Tel’ro’s Tavern could get hundreds, maybe even thousands, of credits in tips on a good night. But only if they were willing to play the game. Her pussy tingled at the thought, and doubt washed over her. The extra money seemed like a way to balance desire and responsibility, but was she really doing it for Klara or just because it excited her so much? Did it have to be one or the other? Was “both” an answer she could live with?

Standing across the avenue from the Tavern, Rina was so lost in thought that when a young Twi’lek woman greeted her she jumped. The Twi’lek was blue skinned and wearing nice looking if somewhat conservative gray trousers and a black tank top that showed off her well formed biceps and shoulders while looking a little severe even with her very large breasts.

“Sorry,” she said in unaccented Basic, “I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you sure you’re in the right place? You look a little lost.”

“It’s ok, I was just thinking,” Rina answered. “I’m actually trying to decide if I am in the right place or not.”

“Want to talk about it?” The Twi’lek indicated a bench a few meters down the road. “I’m Shakka, nice to meet you.”

“Rina.” They shook hands.

“Are you thinking of working at Tel’Ro’s Tavern?” Shakka asked as they walked toward the bench.

Rina blushed. “Is it that obvious?”

Shakka looked her up and down with a motion of her lekku that Rina knew was the Twi’lek equivalent of a wolf whistle. She’d dressed up for her interview in a white microdress that stopped barely below her crotch, and a neckline that showed the sides of her firm and perky B-cup breasts almost to her nipples. Shiny black boots with fifteen centimeter heels that came up well over her knees completed her outfit.

“Maybe a little,” Shakka said with a chuckle. “I’m a dancer there myself, just got off shift.” She added as they sat down.

Rina looked again at the other woman. Despite not dressing to show off her body, Rina could tell she was well built, muscular in a lithe and graceful way that made her hips and large breasts stand out. Shakka’s clothes weren’t ugly even if they weren’t especially stylish. Still, she didn’t think Shakka looked much like a prostitute. Though she hadn’t said so aloud something of the thought must have shown in her face.

Shakka grinned. “After eight hours of wearing nothing or next to it even I feel like dressing in a way that doesn’t attract too many stares.”

“I’m sorry,” Rina said, “I wasn’t trying to be rude.”

“No worries, I know I don’t look much like anyone’s image of the ‘exotic Twi’lek pleasure girl’ right now.
“Are you applying to be a dancer or a waitress?”

“Waitress. I mean I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being a dancer. I kinda want to try ‘dancing’ too one day but I thought I’d try being a waitress first. Does that make sense?”

“From a certain point of view. It also tells me you haven’t done sex work before have you?”

“Not really. A couple years ago I put an ad in BackHolo and did a few out calls, but nothing since then and nothing like working at Tel’Ro’s.”

Shakka thought for a moment before answering. “The thing is, I’m a prostitute and I know it and everyone else at the Tavern knows it. My boundaries are low but fixed. When I’m at work if someone wants to fuck me they give me money and I fuck them, simple. Well unless I’ve got a good reason to turn them down. Calling me a dancer is just a silly euphemism.
“But the waitstaff… They don’t have fixed boundaries so the customers will be pushing at your boundaries all the time. Is it ok to grope you? They won’t know until they try and see how you react. If they want a quick handjob under the table are you up for it? They won’t know until they ask and see how you react.
“Some customers get a thrill pushing boundaries like that, they’d rather see what they can get out of their server than take the sure thing me and the other dancers offer. And some people who are new to the game try waiting at the Tavern to experiment with sex work without ‘really’ being whores.” Shakka frowned a bit. “And a lot of them quit after a day or two because they find out that in a lot of ways that it’s harder than just outright hooking. Constantly defending your boundaries can be exhausting.”

Rina flushed, her nipples had gotten erect and her pussy had moistened as Shakka described exactly the scenarios she’d fantasized about.

“I…” Her voice choked off. “I see. And thank you for the advice. I think I’ll still try to get the waitress job but I think I know better what I’m getting into.”

“If you do get it, you’ll be seeing more of me. The only opening I know of for waitstaff is on my shift. Want me to walk you in?”

“Do you mind? I’d appreciate it!”

“If you don’t mind my asking, have you done waitstaff jobs before?”

Rina nodded. “That’s pretty much all I’ve ever done. I’m working at Flynn’s now. But nothing like the Tavern, do you think that’ll be a problem?”

“I don’t think it really matters that you’ve never worked at a place like the Tavern before,” Shakka said as they walked down a narrow, if well lit, alleyway to the back entrance of the Tavern. “Most of the waitstaff hadn’t before they came here. If you’ve got a work history in other bars and know which snacks and drinks different species are allergic to that counts for a lot more than a history of sex work, I think you’ll do fine.”

“Thanks, I was kind of concerned. I mean I wouldn’t want to lie but I thought maybe I should play up my BackHolo days more.”

“No. Don’t do that.” Shakka’s habitual smile vanished. “Do not lie to Syl, not even a little. Remember sweetie, you’re trying to get a job at a bar directly owned by a Hutt. You don’t want to be even a little dishonest with them.” A few meters on she smiled again. “But don’t worry too much about that either. Tel’ro never comes by, and Syl’s a good manager.”

A Gamorrean wearing lose black pants and a black t-shirt with the word “STAFF” printed across the chest and back in glowing yellow block letters was standing by the back door. He looked at Shakka and said something in a series of grunts and squeals that Rina couldn’t understand.

“She wants to apply for the waitstaff job, is Syl still in his office?” Shakka asked.

The Gamorrian nodded, then opened the door and stepped aside to let them in.

The back door opened into the pantry, and beyond Rina could see a small but efficiently laid out kitchen. Shakka guided her the other way down a corridor to the left. Thumping music came from the front of the Tavern, but it wasn’t so loud here as to make conversation difficult. A scuffed green astromech droid with gold highlights gave them a cheerful sounding chirp before it went down the corridor and out the back door.

A few meters down the hallway, Shakka stopped at an unmarked and open door and knocked on the frame. The man inside was a Human with tanned skin and light brown hair pulled into a braid that ran down his back.

“Problem Shakka?” He asked, and Rina liked his voice. It was on the deep side of tenor, and pleasant in a sort of furry way with a faint hint of underworld Dromund Kaas accent she thought might be fake.

“No problem boss, I just met a girl outside who wanted the waitstaff job and did my good deed for the decade by bringing her in to talk to you.”

Syl had glanced at Rina earlier, but now he took the time to give her a longer look. “Not bad. You done bar tending or waited tables before?”

“Not bar tending, but I’ve been serving drinks at Flynn’s for a year, and I worked at the Waffle Shack before that.”

“I know Flynn’s, not a bad place. Why quit there? They not treating you right?”

“No, nothing like that. Flynn’s is fine. I just want a change, something more exciting.” Something with more money, she thought, but didn’t add.

Syl chuckled. “We do exciting here. You know that you work tables here there’s more to it than just getting drinks to customers, yeah? I don’t expect you to take the customers upstairs and fuck them,” Rina’s clit twitched a little just at having a conversation like this, “that’s what the dancers like Shakka here are for, you did that and you’d be away from your tables too long. But I do expect that the waitstaff lets the customers feel them up, and I don’t mind if you sell the occasional handjob or blowjob at your tables. We keep more waitstaff per shift than most places our size, and part of the reason for that is the waitstaff spending a lot of time with the customers and sometimes doing light hooking.”
“You done any whoring before?”

Rina nodded. “Not much, I put an ad in BackHolo a couple of years ago and did a few outcalls. Nothing more.”

“Turn around and let me see your ass.”

Rina stepped into the office and slowly turned around with more sway in her hips than was strictly necessary. Her breasts were on the smaller side, but Rina knew she had a truly great ass. She worked out regularly, especially focusing on her glutes. As a result her butt was firm, full, perfectly shaped, and she thought of it as her best feature. On impulse, she bent over a bit, which she knew would stick her ass out more and lift the rear of her skirt up showing the bottom of her ass and the white thong covering her pussy. She flushed a little, realizing that she’d done it in front of Shakka, but pushed the embarrassment aside remembering what Shakka did for a living.

“Have a seat. What’s your name?”

“Rina Horada.”

“Age?”

“Nineteen.”

“ID?” Syl was typing Rina’s answers into the terminal on his desk, and after he got her ID he read what came up on his screen then nodded to himself.

“Here’s how it works. You get a hundred credits per shift, right now the only shift open is the 0800 to 1600 shift, you get an hour for lunch, the kitchen here is good and you get it at cost or you can go wherever; there’s a few restaurants around here. You keep all of your tips. The customers offer to buy you a drink, we’ve got very expensive colored water you can get them to buy for you and you get 50% of that. You get three tables, it isn’t many but you’ll be offering a lot more one on one here than they do over at Flynn’s.
“A customer feels you up, that’s part of the job, but we don’t tolerate customers who get rude with the staff. Tell the bartender or a bouncer if you’ve got a customer who needs to be asked to leave, don’t do it yourself. You can’t abandon your tables to take anyone upstairs, send a dancer their way to take care of that. Sometimes the customers will ask you to get a dancer for them, you don’t get a cut of that but they do tip you for it.
“You can start tomorrow, yeah?”

Rina blinked, she’d expected to be told that he’d call her back but evidently Syl worked at a faster pace than the other managers she’d known. “Yeah. I mean yes. Sorry, yes sir. 0800?”

“You don’t have to call me sir, or even Mr. Okain. Syl is fine. Your shift starts at 0800, you need to be here ten minutes before that.” Syl looked at Shakka, “You mind taking her over to see Rock so she can get her stuff?”

“I brought her here, didn’t I?” Shakka said, then turned to Rina “Come on, let’s get you this month’s costume. Thanks Syl!”

A few meters down the hall, Shakka stopped for a moment. “You seemed a little surprised, having second thoughts?”

“No! Nothing like that. I’m just not used to getting hired so quickly. Is Syl always so fast?”

Shakka nodded. “That’s why he’s the manager here. Mostly things aren’t dangerous, but the Tavern caters to mercs, smugglers, spice dealers, and all other kinds of underworld types. A manager who isn’t fast on their feet wouldn’t be a good idea.”
“C’mon, I’ll take you to Rock then let’s get out of here.”

At the end of the hall was what was obviously a dressing room, though it was mostly empty. A human woman with bright purple hair and dark brown skin was washing herself off in a nice looking shower with a clear glass door, a pale skinned human man wearing a mesh thong, cowboy boots, and a vest was adjusting the position of his penis, and a green skinned Twi’lek woman was coming into the room from the stairs opposite the hallway Rina and Shakka had entered from wearing nothing but sandals with very high heels and a coating of jizz on her face and some more dripping out of her hairless pussy. This last smiled and waved to Shakka then entered the second shower stall to began washing herself off.

“Shakka! Love of my life! Has my charm finally gotten the better of you? Shall we retire upstairs for a few dozen hours of passion?” The speaker was a droid Rina had overlooked when she first came in, her eyes drawn by the nude women and nearly nude man. Now she looked and saw a silver protocol droid with bronze highlights and a jaw quite a bit larger and more square than most had. He’d spoken in a deep baritone voice that sounded much more masculine and sexual than Rina had ever heard from a protocol droid before. He was sitting at a small sewing machine near a large closet filled with clothing in dozens of styles and shapes.

“No, but I did bring you a new victim. This is Rina, she’s starting tomorrow at 0800 and Syl wants her costume. Got one that’ll fit her?”

The droid glanced at Rina and put his hand over where his heart would be, if he’d been Human. “You bring me true beauty, Shakka! Not that you aren’t lovely too of course!” he added hastily. “Rina, my dear. I hope I’m not too forward in asking, but I do need to fit things for you. And that means I need you out of that lovely dress so I can get your measurements. Don’t worry, despite the lust that has all but overtaken me, I’ll be completely professional.”

Rina glanced uncertainly at Shakka, who nodded. Remembering where she was, and that she’d just watched a dancer covered in cum walk through the room like it was nothing, she slid out of her dress. Wearing just her boots and thong she folded the dress and put it on a nearby chair.

“Truly magnificent; the boots too sweetie.”

When she’d removed those the droid looked her up and down. “Hmmm, I’m sure I’d get a better reading without that thong in the way, don’t you agree Shakka?”

“No, I don’t you fake lech. Do your thing and let her get dressed please, I’m hungry.” She smiled as she spoke, but there was a little bite in her words.

Rina ignored the byplay and took off her boots, then stood up facing the droid.

A red laser from Rock’s forehead played over her body, “Arms out and, turn around slowly please.” He said. “And don’t listen to Shakka, she’s just jealous because my heart has room to love you both. Though, I suppose in the interests of honesty I should admit that you don’t @technically@ have to take off that tiny little thong for me to get your measurements. But what man could resist hoping for the merest glimpse of your, ahem, feminine mystique?”

“You mean her pussy when you say that right?” Shakka asked sarcastically. “You’ve seen mine often enough and you haven’t even held my hand. I think my feelings are hurt.
“I also think he’s done now Rina, you can get dressed. If you wait for him to tell you we’ll be here all night.”

Rock made a rude noise. “Fine, abandon me.” To Rina he added. “I need you to be here at 0730 so I can do the final fitting and show you your tables. This month the costumes for waitstaff are designed to look like tarted up versions of Smashball cheerleader outfits, and they were pretty tarted up before I made my little changes.
“For women that means a very short skirt in team colors, a bit shorter than that microdress you’re sadly now wearing, a sports bra if you can call it that, underwear in team colors (thong of course), and lace up boots in team colors ending just below the knee.
“For you, I think blue and orange would be ideal. Do you know anything about the Taris Tigeroids? Those are their colors. No? Well, it doesn’t really matter but it might be better if you looked them up and at least found out if they’re on a winning or losing streak, just for the look of things if anyone asks you how ‘your’ team is doing.”
“I’ll have a costume adjusted for you by the time you get here tomorrow. You leave that with me at the end of each shift for cleaning and any repairs that might be needed.
“My heart will ache every moment you are away!” He added to Shakka.

“Later Rock,” Shakka said. “You too Lexi!” that last she said to the purple haired human who had gotten out of the shower and was putting on a pair of crotchless panties. “C’mon Rina, there’s a place nearby that does Rodian fusion food. My treat!”

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