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The True Story of Jabba The Hut
by Max Greymore (max_greymore@hotmail.com)

***

The first contact with Alien life forms is with a being 
similar to Jabba the Hut. One of the Alien's objectives 
is to make the women of earth their concubines. (MMFF, 
exh, reluc, 1st, mc, sci-fi, parody)

***

I’m a lawyer representing one of the members of the 
Intergalactic Trade Commission. I was hired a few 
months after the establishment of the ITC years ago. 
You remember those heady times, don’t you? We had just 
made contact with the first extra terrestrials and the 
whole planet went nuts over anything having to do with 
alien races. Remember the re-runs of all the old Star 
Wars and ET Movies. How we were so desperate for news 
of anything Alien that we returned to old Hollywood 
films to have some sort of input into the nature of our 
new contacts. 

So far only one of the many stellar races has seen fit 
to contact us. This race became known as the Hut, after 
the Star Wars character they somewhat resemble. The 
Aliens are not here to benefit mankind. They are here 
for their own interests and profits. Although at the 
time we naïve Humans didn’t realize this. The Huts have 
two primary goals in their relations with us. 

First, they want to replace mankind with a modified 
Hut/Human hybrid. Second they want to become even 
wealthier. Considering that by any standard they are 
one the wealthiest races in the galaxy, this second 
goal is going to be somewhat difficult to improve upon. 

The leader of the delegation was christened Jabba, for 
the same reason we called his race the Hut. Well, as 
usual, Hollywood had it wrong. Oh, mind you, some of 
the Sci-Fi was right on the money; but most was far 
from the truth. Some of the Hollywood version was right 
(sort of) but most was just fiction. The real Jabba was 
physically very different than his movie character, no 
green slime around the mouth for example. 

Other differences included a smaller head but larger 
body with multiple legs on each side and two strong 
arms with six fingered hands in front. The snake like 
structure from Star Wars is close if you ignore the 
legs, which is easy to do when they are tucked in at 
the sides. They got his personality almost right, but 
other wise, wrong on many counts. 

At first, my job was to arrange for the sale of Alien 
technology and the purchase of raw materials. (The 
Aliens needed working capital.) As I became more 
familiar with the Hut and better trusted, my job 
expanded to include arranging for personal services and 
accommodations, as well acting as an interspecies 
liaison. I purchased a hotel in a large eastern city 
for their exclusive use and provided anything that they 
couldn’t purchase on their own openly. 

Jabba liked to party, he would have me hire groups to 
entertain and exotic liquors and drugs from all parts 
of the globe. They had a special interest in earthly 
goods because there had always been a glut of such 
items from elsewhere in the galaxy available to them. 
But Earth provided things that were new. We had forms 
of entertainment which his guests had never seen, foods 
which none had tasted, and we had Human Women. 

I couldn’t understand why the Hut would find a human 
female so interesting until I saw a Hut female for 
myself. Jabba had brought his "official wife" to earth 
with him. She was the product of an alliance between 
his trading faction and another. One day my duties 
required me to enter Jabba’s private residence as he 
had received an urgent message and I was instructed to 
bring it to him immediately. 

I knocked and waited politely until signaled to come 
in. Jabba and his wife were both in the room, so I was 
able to get my first clear view of, what I thought at 
the time to be, a Hut Female. The Hut are dimorphic 
(males and females have different physical structure); 
male Hut look somewhat like the movie version, but 
females are very different. 

Standing his spindly legs doesn’t even raise his 
abdomen off the floor; so his movements are produced 
more by the rippling of bands across his girth. This 
looks much like a caterpillar track in motion when he 
is going somewhere. When he squats his legs bend 
outward and from the side and his lower body takes on 
the appearance of a row of theater seats. 

With his projecting knees forming what seems to be the 
arm rests, and his abdomen which bulges outward forms a 
sort of ledge between the arm rests which make up the 
seat portion of the illusion. All along this area are 
small protrusions which can change their size and shape 
as needed. The female on the other hand is much more 
humanoid. 

She resembles a human female in most respects except 
she is covered by lose grey skin and is shorter and 
wider than a human female. The true difference lies not 
in appearance but in the mind. The Hut female seems to 
have all the personality of a highly motivated snail, 
but lacks that worthy animal’s wit and intelligence. It 
would seem that the only purpose for their existence is 
reproduction, and formation of trade alliances. 

For as long as I remained in her presence, about 
fifteen minutes, Mrs. Hut never spoke or even moved 
other than to change which side of her mouth she was 
drooling from. Jabba never spoke to her or of her, but 
simply ignored her as if she were an item of furniture. 

Just before I left, Jabba asked me to join him that 
evening at his nightly party. He indicated that if I 
could appreciate what went on there I might have some 
ideas for improving the entertainment. Until then I had 
no idea that he had been dissatisfied in any way. I was 
to learn during my employment that if Jabba wasn’t 
satisfied with a situation, it was dangerous to be the 
one who planned the event. However at this stage of our 
relationship neither he nor I understood each other 
very well. He was not upset with me but only curious to 
see how I might react to his party, and what ideas I 
might have for its improvement. 

I double checked the preparations for the entertainment 
and ensured that we would not be in violation of any 
local union requirements. There were some minor 
violations of city laws pertaining to vice which I 
determined could be overlooked so long as Jabba’s 
diplomatic privileges were considered. Overall the 
preparations were as much as could be expected. 

Though I had made the arrangements for several parties, 
I had never before attended any, so I was looking 
forward to the evening. The events kicked off with a 
contest between two local heavy weight contenders. 
Jabba and his guests formed around a typical prize 
fighter ring which was recessed into the floor. 

Jabba being the eldest and largest of the Huts took up 
one entire quarter of the ringside area. Two of his Hut 
guests, almost as large as himself, filled two of the 
remaining sides, and some local toughs and city 
administrators filled in the rest. Some sweet young 
things from the theater district, dancers and 
actresses, had been invited to add feminine color and 
balance out the male guests. Most were sitting with the 
hoods or the politicos, but several had turned to Jabba 
because they had never seen an Alien up close. 

Jabba turned his broadside toward the ring and offered 
his flank seats to the young ladies. They were being 
served champagne and caviar by a waiter dressed in a 
long tailed tux. I noticed that the women who sat 
snuggled up against Jabba’s broad flanks became 
intoxicated very quickly. 

One young redhead who had caught my eye early on had 
consumed only one flute of bubbly but was smashed out 
of her mind. She wore a short black dress which left a 
lot of leg exposed. A short haired blond who wore a red 
pants suit had downed at least five glasses, was 
sitting to her left. 

The blond was very tipsy but no were near as inebriated 
as the redhead. I made a connection and began to 
observe that of the women who were in the company of 
one of the Hut, those who made skin to skin contact 
were much more strongly effected by their drinks than 
those who were dressed more conservatively. The battle 
in the ring lasted five rounds before one of the boxers 
got in a devastating combination of blows and dropped 
the other unconscious to the canvas. 

One side of the room opened up when panels slid back, 
revealing an area set up for gambling. Most of the male 
humans moved to take advantage of the various forms of 
cards, dice, or other gaming tables. I noticed that the 
Hut and most of their human female companions remained 
behind. 

A group of young Hut musicians equipped with 
instruments of Alien design came from an alcove and 
began to produce sounds which while not exactly 
unpleasant to human ears, certainly didn’t resemble 
what I considered music. But then I don’t care for rap 
either. The remaining human males left to join their 
fellows at the tables. I felt myself drawn strongly to 
follow, but forced myself to stay, out of curiosity. 

Only one of the Hut had moved to the gambling area 
leaving three of the large and several younger smaller 
male Hut, whom I found out later were Jabba’s sons, 
around the ring area. The small four legged, two armed, 
males moved about the room taking up the duties of the 
human waiters who had all gone with the crowd. The 
larger Hut accompanied by bevies of human females 
formed a triangle and began to encourage their 
companions to dance. 

Some of the women were complying with great enthusiasm. 
None of the Hut, even the youngest attempted to dance, 
but all eyes were locked on the gyrating female bodies. 
One of the most energetic was the lovely redhead; she 
soon worked up a sweat and wore herself out. She turned 
to find a spot to rest and then flopped onto one of 
Jabba’s flank seats. 

As she leaned back I could see sets of tentacles along 
his abdomen slip out and caress her legs. She displayed 
no restraint and abandoned herself to his attentions. 
She spread her thighs and allowed him access to her 
most intimate areas. I saw tentacles slip under her 
black lace panties and probe deep into her body.

I was becoming alarmed at this point because I could 
foresee charges of rape by use of Alien drugs, and law 
suits over Aliens who took advantage of innocent human 
females. Just as I was about to move to speak into 
Jabba’s ear, everything came to an abrupt stop. The 
younger Hut assisted the women in a quick departure, 
and then left themselves. I and the three eldest Hut 
remained. Jabba turned to me and asked what I had 
thought of the party. 

I shared my concerns as his legal counselor, explaining 
how both our laws and journalists could be brutal with 
those who took advantage of drugged or inebriated 
women. He spoke with his companions in what sounded 
like a backward recording of country music. Then 
turning to me he asked if there were anyway to meet 
human women with less danger of adverse consequences. I 
was shocked by the suggestion as well as the night’s 
earlier proceedings, but true to my legal nature 
responded as a lawyer to client rather than a human to 
alien. 

I first asked his goals for such a meeting. He 
explained that all previous parties had been attempts 
to establish the susceptibility of humans to the Hut 
psycho-hormones and pheromones. This was to establish a 
sort of base line for comparison so that they would 
know how their body chemicals affected humans. Their 
goal: he and his companions wanted to meet human 
females suitable for, and interested in, becoming 
concubines. 

I suggested that they first of all, refrain from use of 
their body chemicals, if they could control these 
secretions as they seemed to be suggesting. They could 
then invite selected women to meet with them and 
without any drug influence see if there were any mutual 
interest. They should arrange for a sort of "prenuptial 
agreement" so that there could be no claims of 
misunderstanding or coercion later. 

Once mutual interest had been established, maters could 
proceed with less danger of legal action or adverse 
publicity. I also suggested that they start off slow, 
and use more intimate surroundings. I recommended that 
before the meetings they view some Hollywood films 
which showed human dating and seduction techniques and 
suggested some examples. 

Jabba called me into his office the next day and 
thanked me for my suggestions. He then requested that I 
contact the redhead from last night party and see if 
she would be interested in a dinner date. He wanted me 
to invite a second woman and join them for dinner. He 
thought that the presence of two other humans would 
make it easier for her to relax. He then planned to 
study her reactions to him and try to learn more about 
our customs and how to relate to human women. 

I looked up the previous night’s list of guests and 
contacted the woman in question. She was amused by the 
idea of meeting a Hut on a more personal basis, and 
thought an evening with Jabba would be fun. I invited a 
close female friend to join us and we arranged to have 
the ladies picked up the following Saturday evening. I 
selected an excellent chef to cater the meal and hired 
a singer and a small backup group which played local 
restaurants. 

Saturday evening I rode with the chauffer to pick up my 
date, Eva, then Jabba’s date, Florence. We went up the 
elevator to Jabba’s penthouse and I escorted the ladies 
into the dinning area and introduced Jabba to them. My 
date seemed very impressed with Jabba and hung on his 
every word during dinner. 

Florence remembered little of the previous party, other 
than that she had enjoyed herself immensely. Jabba was 
wowing both women with his talk of intergalactic 
travels and the customs of other worlds. I asked Eva to 
dance and guided her away from Jabba and Florence so 
they could talk in privacy. 

Jabba couldn’t dance but that didn’t bother Florence. 
She was soon snuggled up to Jabba and cuddled while 
they listened to the romantic music. I didn’t know if 
he was using his chemical attractants, but he was 
certainly making good time. Jabba called me over and 
asked for me to have the musicians and waiters leave. 

Afterwards there were just four of us, Jabba invited us 
to sit and talk. We then moved to a dimly lit area 
where Jabba squatted and curled toward an armchair 
curving his long neck far enough that he could look 
directly at the ladies. I sat in the chair and both 
ladies moved to Jabba’s flank seats. This made for an 
intimate arrangement where we all faced toward each 
other at about arm’s length. Jabba once again began to 
entertain us with stories of his adventures on other 
planets. He adjusted his body to make his seats recline 
slightly. Both women were very relaxed and absorbed 
with his conversation. 

Florence began to show signs of losing inhibitions 
first. She slid back in her seat and sprawled out in a 
most unladylike manner. I could see the tendrils at 
work again. Eva, too was being affected by Jabba and 
soon moved from her seat at his side to sitting in my 
lap. She gave me a passionate kiss and caressed the 
back of my neck. 

I allowed my hands to wander over her body and she made 
no protest. Indeed she seemed to enjoy my attentions. 
Had things continued in this manner there would have 
certainly resulted some sort of intergalactic orgy. But 
Jabba must have satisfied his experimental goals and 
learned what he needed. He called a halt to the action 
by turning up the lights and changing the music to a 
livelier beat. 

The next day Jabba once again called me into his suite. 
He started off by explaining his actions over the last 
few days. Since the parties he had been giving were for 
the purpose of determining the effect of Hut Psycho 
Chemicals (HPCs) on humans, the results had been very 
satisfactory. He now knew that his HPCs performed 
better on mankind than most other intelligent species. 
The behavior of both males and females at the first 
party had been under his control. 

He was able to control the movements of the males and 
some of the females at will. This is why the men all 
left to go gamble while some of the selected females 
gathered round the Huts. At the dinner last night he 
had tried to emit no HPCs at all but even so, the 
ladies had responded his low level emissions. He 
complimented me on my resistance to the chemicals. It 
seems that for some reason my body reacts less than any 
other human he has encountered. The next phase of his 
plan was to begin recruiting human females into his 
Harem.

 At that time I had no idea of Jabba’s true goal. I 
only knew that he sought female companionship, and that 
his formal wife was not what he needed. So being a good 
lawyer I did my job. I made some inquiries and came up 
with a plan. He and I discussed this plan, and he 
consulted with his political advisor and public 
relations people, before its implementation and he 
found it to be satisfactory. I had located a small 
independent Caribbean nation who, for a price, would be 
willing to make Jabba an honorary citizen. 

When Jabba found a suitable woman they would be married 
by proxy at the Island Embassy. A prenuptial agreement 
would take care of the rest. The wife would receive a 
suitable allowance during the period of the marriage, 
and in the event of divorce would be given a cash 
settlement and a monthly check for the remainder of her 
life. The prenuptial was iron clad and could not be 
contested in the courts of either nation. Any offspring 
of the marriage would also receive a suitable stipend 
(I thought this to be a formality at the time). 

The entire package included an excellent medical plan 
which continued even after a divorce, with care being 
provided by a local hospital which had been richly 
endowed by Jabba. The laws of our host Island Nation 
were very liberal. Marriage and divorce would be quick 
and with out complication. Jabba took advantage of this 
by divorcing his formal wife thus freeing himself for a 
legal island marriage. 

With this documentation established I approached the 
redhead, who had proven to be so susceptible to Jabba’s 
pheromone enticements, on his behalf. She was under the 
impression that her wifely duties would be in the 
nature of a companion for formal dinners and parties. I 
did nothing to change her impression. She readily 
signed the agreement, and we had a quick ceremony and 
the embassy with me standing in for Jabba. 

That evening Jabba threw his largest party yet. Many of 
Florence’s friends from the theater were invited and 
Jabba’s off planet associates all came. The 
entertainment was fabulous. The supply of food and 
drink never seemed to end or become the least bit 
monotonous. 

About midnight Jabba invited me into his private rooms. 
There the New Mrs. Hut and Jabba himself greeted me. 
She was still in her wedding gown looking like a cherry 
and cream bonbon. Jabba squatted in his usual pose with 
his bride seated at his side. As I approached I was 
able to discern that Florence’s eyes were out of focus. 
She was totally wiped out and under Jabba’s control. 
Jabba spoke to me and indicated that he needed my help. 
He wanted to sire a Human Child and needed me to 
assist. 

I was taken aback by his suggestion, and for a moment 
was about to turn and walk out. Then I looked closer 
and was able to see more of Florence in the darkened 
room. She sat with her skirt raised to her upper thighs 
facing me. The area between her thighs was a swarm with 
tentacles that caressed her most intimate parts. She 
was naked under her dress, open and moist. I was 
overcome with passion, perhaps encouraged by Jabba’s 
pheromones. 

I knelt before the new brides parted legs and looked 
closer. She was moving her hips in a gyration which did 
her career as a dancer justice. With each twist and 
turn her vulva parted and provided glimpses of her dark 
opening surrounded by flaming red hair. Her clit was 
very erect and seemed to pulse with the beat of her 
heart. In moments I had opened my trousers and made the 
connection. I thrust myself deep into her body, feeling 
Jabba’s tentacles caressing and urging both of us on. 

At the climax he was pulling our bodies together as if 
to insure that none of my seed would miss the mark. I 
fell back exhausted, and lay at Florence’s feet looking 
upward. I was able to see that Jabba’s had inserted a 
large tentacle into the opening so recently filled by 
my own member. Smaller tentacles moved over the 
surrounding areas, and one protrusion equipped with a 
sort of sucker mouth surrounded by a cluster of small 
tendrils had attached itself to her clitoris. 

The large tentacle pulsed with a rippling motion 
expanding at the base then pulsing upward into the 
depths of her body. With each pulse Florence shuddered 
and moaned. I could see bulges form in her abdomen as 
Jabba’s tentacle expanded at the base, then pulsed 
upward.

She lay back upon Jabba’s side and her body had spasm 
after spasm as she came repeatedly. The small tendril 
attached to her clit made twisting motions as if it 
were drawing nectar from a flower. Fluid began to drip 
down on to the floor in small streams and foam clung to 
hair on the lips of Florence’s ravaged womb. 

Evidently the continuous orgasms became too much for 
her because she tried to rise to get away from the 
stimulation. As she pulled upward a strange thing 
happened. The organ within her vagina expanded at its 
base within her body and the pulsing movement reversed 
direction. 

I could see her vaginal lip bulge outward as the 
enlarged part of Jabba’s organ was pulled toward the 
opening from the inside. This had the effect of jerking 
her violently downward driving the member even deeper 
into her body. She let out a tremendous scream and 
passed out. Her unconscious body still jiggled up and 
down from the movement within her. 

I asked Jabba how long this would continue and he 
replied that normally the wife could not be released 
until hormone changes in her body indicated that 
conception had occurred. Since this was his first time 
with a human he didn’t know exactly, but with his last 
wives it had taken several days in most cases. Jabba 
remarked that by then she would be physically and 
psychologically addicted to his HPCs. 

Since I had assumed that interspecies pregnancy was out 
of the question this surprised me. So I inquired as to 
how he could have a child with a human female. Once 
again I was surprised by his answer. It seems that the 
Hut have the natural ability, due to their dimorphic 
sexual structure, to impregnate the females of any 
mammalian species. They have been doing this so long 
that the original Hut female’s physical structure has 
long been forgotten. His "Formal Wife" was in reality 
only a female from the planet of his last economic 
expansion. 

The Hut adds his chromosomes to the female and their 
progeny carry both sets. If the offspring is male, the 
Y chromosome activates the Hut genes and the child is a 
male Hut. If no Y chromosome is present the offspring 
is apparently a human female, but she carries the genes 
for a recessive Hut male. 

He indicated that the only requirement for a human male 
during this process was that a human Y chromosome was 
needed to use as a base for the modified hybrid male’s 
Y genes. The process of adjusting the chromosomes is 
unconscious and natural for the Hut. Now I understood 
why he had wanted me to have sex with Florence before 
he did. 

As we spoke Florence regained consciousness again. She 
sat with out moving for a moment then began a rapid up 
and down bouncing, soon followed by repeated climaxes 
once again. She began to have a series of strong spasms 
during which her legs twitched and her back arched. Her 
eyes rolled up after a short time and she passed out 
once again. While I watched the process of awakening, 
then rapid sex followed by short periods of 
unconsciousness, continued for some time. Finally Jabba 
indicated that I should leave for the night but 
comeback sometime in the morning when I was well 
rested. 

When I returned Jabba and Florence were still locked 
together. She somehow managed to look both ecstatic and 
exhausted. He now had been joined by his ex formal wife 
who was seated beside Florence also locked in sex. For 
the first time I realized that each of Jabba’s flank 
seats was equipped for sex. Florence was no longer 
having continuous orgasms but did shudder with release 
frequently, she was somewhat more alert today. 

Either she was becoming used to the HPCs or Jabba had 
cut back on the dosage. She was now totally naked. I 
first looked over her body with admiration noticing her 
splendid breasts, then turned to examine the ex wife. 
When Jabba saw me looking at his ex with curiosity he 
explained that for his race, sex was best enjoyed with 
more partners. 

He had hopes that soon he might have all of his ten 
stations filled for ultimate enjoyment. He instructed 
me to file for divorce with Florence so that he could 
continue recruitment. I glanced at Florence to see her 
reaction. She was so deep in lust that he could have 
ordered her execution with the same reaction from her. 

One of Florence’s fellow dancers, Tiffany, was the next 
to sign up. Jabba and Florence invited her to dinner 
one evening. When she entered the room Florence was 
wearing a loose gown which covered her from shoulder to 
knee. Florence spent most of the night raving about 
Jabba’s lovemaking. 

Since she was still having intercourse with Jabba at 
the time Tiffany could appreciate her sincerity. When 
she mentioned that Jabba was thinking of divorce her 
friend was confused, until Florence explained that she 
would continue to see Jabba because the divorce would 
not include separation; but just be a formality to 
allow Jabba the freedom to seek additional wives. She 
could still "use him for sex". She then bragged about 
the great benefits she would get after the divorce and 
her plans to visit various exotic locations for short 
vacations. 

Tiffany’s ears perked up at the financial benefits and 
she immediately showed interest in Jabba. I was 
instructed to begin the proceedings for another 
wedding. This time both parties would need a proxy 
because Tiffany was already experiencing Jabba’s sexual 
expertise and could not attend the wedding herself. 

It took four weeks for Florence to catch. She became 
quite accomplished at sleeping in the saddle. Tiffany 
on the other hand was dismounted and knocked up in only 
three days. By the time Florence was confirmed as 
pregnant Jabba had recruited four more wives. 

Jabba was one of the eldest Huts he was also very large 
for his kind, since growth continues throughout their 
life. Jabba had five flank seat stations on each side. 
He could now fill seven of these simultaneously. His 
immediate goal was to recruit three more wives before 
Tiffany got so far along that she would have to abstain 
from sex until the birth of her child. 

One of Jabba’s recent conquests, Barbara, was an 
actress with three daughters from a former marriage. 
She was thirty something and her daughters Julie, Sarah 
and Kristina, ranged in age from sixteen to eleven. 
Jabba consulted with me on the age of consent at our 
Island Host Nation, and I consulted the law books. The 
minimum age for a woman to legally have sex on the 
island was fourteen. 

However if her parents gave permission for marriage she 
was then considered an adult even if divorced later. 
The minimum age for marriage with parental consent was 
twelve. When I returned to Jabba with this information 
Barbara’s eyes turned green with dollar signs. She was 
all for getting more of Jabba’s money into her family. 

She announced that her youngest daughter would be 
twelve in four weeks so if we got started right away 
Jabba could fill all of his stations on her birthday. 
She brought her two oldest daughters into Jabba’s 
circle before he was able to get her pregnant. This 
took two weeks during which she had frequent visits 
from all three daughters. After they watched her with 
Jabba and saw the pleasure that he shared with their 
mother, all three wanted to join the family. 

Jabba made each of them wait until after the ceremonies 
because I made it clear to him the results of a 
statutory rape charge, and its potential effect on his 
legal, political, and public image. Four weeks after 
Barbra first thought of adding her daughters to the 
family, on Kristina’s birthday, Jabba would finally 
fill all of his stations. Since Kris was not ovulating 
yet, the last pregnancy could be a long time in coming. 

The week prior to the oldest daughter’s wedding; 
Florence took a short vacation to Hawaii. When she 
returned I asked her to meet with me to discuss 
arrangements for the wedding. As the senior Human Wife 
she usually took a part in the preparations. We met in 
my office and she immediately began to discuss her 
vacation. I tried to direct her back onto the task at 
hand, but she was not to be swayed. I reminded her that 
I was being paid my standard exorbitant rates for this 
meeting. Her response was to remind me that it was 
Jabba’s money so she wanted to talk about her vacation. 
I knew when to back down. Besides she was right, it 
wasn’t her money. 

It seems that she had a wonderful time. Sun and surf, 
booze and surfer studs were her primary topics. She had 
laid every golden tanned, muscled young male she could 
find. The problem was that even though some had been 
class "A" lovers, and she had enjoyed every single 
swinging dick, none compared to Jabba. The longer she 
stayed away the stronger the urge to return had become. 
Finally after only four days of tropical love making 
she was back. Then she began to discuss what it had 
been like to have Jabba make love to her.

She didn’t remember much of the first night; must be an 
affect of the HPCs. Later after she adjusted somewhat 
her memory was better and there was an image of 
constant ecstasy. In some ways it had been one of her 
fantasies, to be continually stimulated and have 
firecracker orgasms one after another. In other ways it 
had been a nightmare. There had been no relief. Jabba 
was incapable of withdrawal from a non pregnant woman. 

At times she had been so worn out from the continuous 
climaxes that the muscle spasms produced during orgasm 
actually became painful. He body wasn’t adapted to this 
prolonged ecstasy and her muscles were out of shape (if 
sex muscles could be said to be such). Later her body 
adjusted to the situation, but even then there were 
times she wished she could die just to end the ordeal. 
When Jabba finally succeeded in impregnating her she 
had thanked God for the relief. But here she was coming 
back for more. Sex with Jabba was after all addictive. 

I asked how she was able to remain attached for so long 
and once again I was surprised by her answer. Jabba’s 
tentacles had entered more than just her vagina. She 
had felt them move into her bladder, bowels, and far up 
into her digestive system. She remarked that she had 
even felt slender filaments moving within her fallopian 
tubes and spraying seed directly into her ovaries. 

For the entire time she was attached he had removed all 
waste products and provided any needed nutrient 
supplements. It was not that she hadn’t eaten. Jabba’s 
sons had busied themselves with providing for Jabba and 
his wives; swarming around like ants surrounding the 
queen. They had provided for the enjoined group in 
every way to insure that the mating process could 
continue as long as needed. 


As soon as she had returned from her Holiday, she had 
hastened to join Jabba for a sex fix. The difference 
was that now that she was with child, she could detach 
at will and return on impulse. She thought of Jabba as 
being the most ugly and repulsive creature when away 
from him, but found him to be irresistible and 
constantly on her mind when she was nearby. I 
understood why this was so, but didn’t comment.

The night of Julie’s wedding Jabba threw his usual 
grand party. One novel difference was that Barbara was 
able to watch as Jabba took Julie’s virginity after the 
guests left. After the ceremony Jabba called the 
celebrants to his side. He made a little speech about 
how his family was growing and how for the first time 
he was about to add an offspring one of his wives to 
his harem. 

Jabba had Julie stand in front of her mother where he 
removed her dress using his long arms. When she was 
naked he guided her closer to Barbara and within reach 
of his tentacles. He began to fondle her body and soon 
after he had made contact I saw her eyes dilate then 
roll upward so than only the whites were visible. Jabba 
retained his hold on her to keep her from falling. He 
now moved her to an empty station adjacent to Barbara. 

He eased her into a seat and continued his caresses. 
Barbara watched with wide open eyes, intent on his 
every move. Jabba must have cut back on the HPCs 
because she soon began to stir. When she was conscious 
of her surroundings I saw a small tentacle move to the 
opening of her vagina. It penetrated a short distance 
then began to grow in diameter and slide in and out. 

Julie looked uncomfortable at first but then began to 
enjoy the stimulation. Once he had her aroused Jabba 
began to push further into her body. I could tell the 
moment that he took her maidenhead because of the quick 
grimace of pain which crossed her features. Soon Jabba 
was thrusting fully into her without restraint. He 
became more active with his other wives about this 
time. Barbara let out a groan and began to bounce upon 
his pulsing member. 

Within moments all of his wives where writhing and 
moaning. Florence called to me and when I moved to her 
she pulled me forward and unzipped my fly. She reached 
inside and removed my already erect penis and began to 
administer expert head. Startled I looked to see what 
Jabba might think of this and observed him smiling his 
encouragement. 

After a few moments Florence stopped and leaned back 
into Jabba’s side. As I watched Jabba withdrew from her 
vagina and reinserted his tentacle into her anus. She 
pulled me forward and guided my erection into her now 
empty vagina. I could feel Jabba’s movements through 
the thin membrane separating us and began to thrust 
vigorously. After this point I remember very little. I 
know that I was involved in an orgy which lasted till 
the small hours of the next morning, and I know I 
enjoyed myself immensely. Other than this my mind is 
blank. 

*

The next afternoon about three, I drug myself out of 
bed and returned to Jabba’s penthouse party room. 
Florence met me naked at the door and we move closer to 
the mass of writhing flesh which was Jabba and his 
unfertilized wives. Julie was in the pass out, wake up 
climax, pass out stage. Barbara had dismounted and 
knelt before her daughter watching the action up close. 
I realized that this meant she was now carrying Jabba’s 
child. 

After a short time she turned and resumed he seat next 
to Julie and allowed Jabba to continue to pleasure her. 
She was soon bouncing with gusto upon his swollen 
tentacle. Florence guided me toward Jabba’s frontal 
area. She moved forward to speak to him then after a 
whispered response kissed him. She then turned to me 
and pulled me quickly back to his side. We were soon 
engaged in another double penetration with Jabba’s 
enthusiastic participation. 

When I came round again it was late in the evening. I 
lay on a mat near Jabba’s side. Jabba’s pregnant wives 
had retired and the unfertilized were trying to sleep. 
Jabba called me and I walked round to face him. He 
seemed very pleased. It was something new for Jabba, to 
have another male participate in sex with his wives and 
himself. New things were always a hit with him. 

He asked me to bring some friends to Sarah’s wedding 
which would take place in three days. I asked how many, 
and he indicated that about five might be the right 
number. Since he seemed to have some doubts about the 
figure I asked why five. The number of wives now 
pregnant was six. That number might change before the 
wedding and then he would want one more human male. 
Then he thought again and said that I should bring six 
plus myself. 

I had no trouble getting six friends to come to the 
wedding. All I had to do was mention that after the 
ceremony there would be a sex orgy in the penthouse and 
I was soon turning away volunteers. The day before the 
wedding I found myself becoming very irritable and 
anxious for the next day. It was on my mind all the 
time. I went up to the penthouse that afternoon to look 
up Florence, but she wasn’t in. I soon found myself 
engaged in my usual double penetration with Barbara. As 
soon as I had taken the edge off of my hunger Tiffany 
wanted to try and I was off again. Before I finally 
left at about midnight I had tried out all of Jabba’s 
remaining available wives.

The next day I realized that I had become addicted to 
HPCs and would need to visit Jabba more often. I was 
enjoying the sex so much I didn’t care at the time. 
That evening we had our usual after wedding party and 
as soon as the guests left I and my select male friends 
headed for the party room. We were greeted by the sight 
of Jabba and his nine naked wives. 

Sarah was especially beautiful, she was just fourteen, 
had long strawberry blond hair and small apple size 
breasts. She stood next to Jabba at his side. He had 
one arm around her and was fondling her tits with the 
other. I expected that he would start off the orgy by 
taking Sarah as he had with Julie. No this time he 
wanted me to go first as I had with Florence. I was 
confused and looked doubtful. He explained that he 
wanted to watch me take her Hymen. He knew that once he 
had sex with her she would be tied up until pregnancy. 
His study of Human sexuality needed new data, and I was 
to provide it. 

Sarah was willing, no doubt influenced by HPCs, so I 
agreed. Jabba had her lie down on her back across the 
last two open stations making room by turning the last 
leg on that side upward and folding it into a slot in 
his back. I moved to Sarah and started by kissing my 
way up her legs until I arrived at her almost bald 
slit. I concentrated on her clit and soon she was 
urging me upward with her hands. I slid up her body and 
kissed her mouth feeling my penis slide between her 
legs and rest against her slit. She wiggled a little 
and the head slipped between her lips. 

Two of Jabba’s tentacles moved around my hips and began 
to push me gently up and down. I might have the honors 
of being first, but Jabba was going to be a part of the 
defloration. He took control of my movements and I 
found my cock working its way into the ready receptacle 
of Sarah’s virgin pussy, with no control or effort on 
my part. As soon as I broke her maidenhead and was 
fully inside Jabba wrapped both of us in his tentacles 
and took us for a ride. Just before I lost track of my 
surroundings I saw my friends moving in to claim their 
places with Jabba’s other wives. 

When I woke the next day I found myself still 
penetrating Sarah’s vagina. She lay over me with the 
length of her body pressed to mine. Jabba was still 
moving me in and out of her and I had some how 
maintained my erection all night. We had been having 
intercourse for over eight hours. The muscles of my 
ejaculatory system in my prostrate were cramping. I had 
no idea of how many times I had cum into Sarah but it 
most likely was at least a month’s normal supply of 
semen. As soon as Jabba noticed I was conscious he 
pushed a slender tentacle into Sarah’s rectum and 
slowly began to expand its diameter. 

I didn’t think I could climax again but I was wrong. 
When I finished I thought my head would pop and by cock 
drop off. Jabba rolled me off of Sarah and finally for 
the first time inserted himself into her vagina. When 
he slid into her body there was a distinct slurping 
sound and fluid began to drip down his flank. He pulled 
Sarah upright and dropped his leg back into its "chair 
arm position". Looking around the room I saw the bodies 
of my friends lying unconscious in various parts of the 
room. 

I moved to a couch and helped myself to a cold drink. I 
felt dehydrated. Soon some of my buddies stirred and 
moved to join me. They were all dazed and seemed hardly 
aware of their surroundings. One looked down at his 
crotch and seemed surprised that he was naked. We 
gathered ourselves together and moved downstairs to my 
apartment to recuperate. 

Later that day I went up to Jabba’s to see how things 
were. I didn’t know if he was about to fire me or make 
me some sort of in-law, but I needed to get it over 
with. Jabba was all smiles. He wanted me to start 
planning the wedding for the last of Barbara’s 
daughters. It was to be his biggest party so far. He 
wanted lavish entertainment, and exotic refreshments. 
He wanted the same six guys to be there. He presented 
me with a new title. I was now to be his Eheddi. 

He explained that this honor had never been given to a 
non-Hut before, and that I was now a sort of minister 
in charge with authority second only to himself. Along 
with my new duties came new privileges. I was now to 
have access to any of his wives in any way I wished so 
long as one of his tentacles wasn’t already in 
possession of the orifice I wanted. He recommended that 
I select one or more of his mobile wives to sleep with 
me each night. 

I should also come up and visit at least once a day so 
that we could have group sex. I expressed my doubts 
about my ability to perform at that pace and his 
response was to touch me lightly on the arm with one of 
his tentacles. I found myself with a full erection 
almost instantly. I was also burning with desire and 
wanted his promised access immediately.

I went over to were Sarah was sitting and looked her in 
the eyes. She looked back with adoration for at least a 
tenth of a second then went back to bouncing her hips 
on Jabba’s tentacle. Florence saw me and called me 
over. As I stopped in front of her she stood, allowing 
Jabba’s engorged tentacle to slip out of her pussy. She 
immediately sat back down taking him into her back 
channel. She leaned backward and motioned me to join 
her. When we finished I asked her to join me in my 
apartment for the evening which she was glad to do. We 
had a wonderful night. I never seemed to lose my 
erection for more than a few moments and she was always 
eager for my love. Somehow in the morning I felt 
rested. 

We had several days to arrange for the big celebration. 
When I reported to Jabba about readiness for the event 
he told me that we would need at least one more Human 
male. Sarah had conceived already and would require a 
partner. At the time it flashed through my mind that 
just maybe one of my sperm, with an eight hour head 
start, might have beaten Jabba’s to the egg. I didn’t 
have much time to think about it. I looked up one of 
the volunteers from the last party and gave him the 
good news. He would be delighted to join us. 

After the wedding I sort of expected Jabba to invite me 
to have Kristina as previously. Jabba however had other 
plans for me. Another of his new wives had conceived 
leaving only Kristina and Heather yet to go. He wanted 
me to have his formal wife and then to circulate among 
all of the other wives and make sure that they enjoyed 
the party. I was uncertain about having sex with the 
"Grey Battle Axe" as I thought of her, but determined 
to give it a good try. I was looking forward to having 
sweet Sarah again and thought I could stand anything so 
long as she waited at the end of the journey. 

Poor Kristina was in for a long ordeal. Jabba started 
off gently as he had with Julie. He soon was in full 
rut, and had for the first time, all of his stations 
full. He was very vigorous in his thrusting and soon 
and all of his wives bouncing and grunting with mixed 
pain and ecstasy. Kristina was scarcely developed at 
all. Her breasts were just small buds no bigger than 
cherries. She had no body hair at all. 

Barbara had told me that she was yet to have her first 
menstrual period. It could take months before she 
ovulated and was able to conceive. I remembered 
Florence’s comment about how she wanted to die just to 
get it over with and felt sorrow for the young girl. I 
looked over to see how she was doing and saw that she 
was coming out of the first affects of the HDCs. As 
awareness of her surroundings increased she became more 
agitated. 

Soon she tried to move off of the tentacle which was 
pushing up into her body. When she found herself unable 
to rise she panicked and began to pull upward on her 
attachment. This increased her pain levels and made her 
more desperate. She was crying and pleading with her 
mother to help, but Jabba had expanded himself inside 
of Barbara as well. 

She tried to reach her daughter and was pulled back 
down. She made a tremendous effort to pull herself away 
from Jabba, and for a moment it looked like she was 
going to turn her self inside out. Her labia were 
pulled downwards from her body at least six inches and 
it looked as if she were about to give birth, so large 
was the tentacle within her. 

Jabba expanded the tentacle even further and jerked her 
downward with a strong internal contraction. Both of 
her other daughters were struggling to get to Kristina 
but neither could move. Kristina was bleeding to the 
point that I could see the red drops joining to form a 
small puddle under her station. 

Jabba finally increased the dosage of HDCs in all three 
daughters and Barbara to the point that they all became 
unaware of their surroundings and totally unresponsive. 
The sex however didn’t slow down. Even in their 
semiconscious state the mother and her daughters 
bounced about under the force of Jabba’s trusts. It was 
a long time before he finally began to slow down, 
having sated his lust for a time.

When Jabba finally released his pregnant wives 
following this initial sex frenzy, I and the other men 
were expected to join the orgy. This had taken about an 
hour and a half, during which some of my friends became 
very restless. Some wanted to intervene on Kristina’s 
behalf, but I told them that once Jabba got started 
there was no way to stop him even if he wanted to stop. 
They seemed to understand, but the pacifying chemicals 
being spread by Jabba may have contributed to the 
peace. 

I didn’t know what to expect from my partner that 
evening. I had never heard her speak and didn’t know if 
she could. To my eyes she was as ugly as sin and had 
the body of a troll. She apparently knew the score 
because as soon as Jabba gave the signal for the humans 
to join she looked around and saw me then she jumped up 
from Jabba’s flank seat and moved directly toward me. I 
almost turned and ran. Only my sense of duty held me in 
place. 

When she reached me she lifted me up as if I were a 
young child and carried me to a corner couch. I was 
gently deposited on the couch and she immediately moved 
astride me, reached between us and guided my never 
failing erection into her body. She then leaned over 
and began to speak to me in a low voice, while moving 
her hips up and down like a jack hammer. 

During our time together I learned many new things. I 
learned that she had an orifice that was as tight as 
Sarah’s had been, but with the added ability to ripple 
internally like a milking machine. I think that if she 
had wanted to she could have pulled my organ completely 
off and sucked it up into her body. Fortunately she had 
other things in mind. 

I learned of the Hut’s plan for Earth for the first 
time that evening. The Huts wanted every male on Earth 
to be a Hut, or a slave to the Hut. No earthman would 
be allowed to have a child once the plan was in affect. 
All women would be either daughters or wives to a Hut. 

After one generation there would be only Huts. Then 
they would move to their next conquest. She explained 
that this had happened on her world only a generation 
ago. Once the Huts were established there would be no 
possible way to fight them. The women would be addicted 
to HPCs and the men would be controlled by the 
Daughters of the Huts, who would make sex slaves of 
them in the same fashion as Jabba was doing to his 
wives now.

I asked what could be done to stop the Huts. She 
explained that it was too late for anyone here at the 
party. We were all addicted and would soon lose even 
the desire to oppose the Hut. But for the rest of the 
planet there was still hope. Just before the final 
stages of the conquest of her world, the scientists had 
developed a virus which would strongly attack only 
organisms with Hut DNA. They had been unable to 
disperse it widely because too many of the natives had 
become addicted and unable even consider opposing the 
Hut. 

Once this virus was released it would spread through 
the Human population with the affect of a minor cold. 
Any Huts who were exposed would be violently ill. Like 
the cold virus it changed its structure with each new 
host and no immunity could be developed. The Huts would 
either have to leave or be faced with repeated bouts of 
sickness. Those who were addicted to HPCs would either 
go off planet with the Huts or if left behind, die.

I asked how she was able to oppose the huts since she 
was addicted and therefore psychologically incapable of 
thoughts against them. She explained that the last 
scientists of her world had programmed her with a 
message which would be released as soon as she made 
contact with a member of the next race attacked by the 
Hut. Her mind was playing back that message with out 
her conscious thought. Any questions I asked triggered 
responses. As soon as she parted from me she would 
forever lose the ability to oppose the Hut in any way. 
I had to get the message right this time or it would be 
gone. 

Was I willing to spread the virus? I had to think about 
that. Was the withdrawal from HPC's fatal as the Hut 
claimed or was that just propaganda? I could be 
sentencing myself and all other humans in this room to 
death. I would loose my access to the harem. My dream 
of perpetual sexual bliss was gone. I looked over at 
Jabba and saw sitting side by side the two sisters. 

Sweet Sarah, who had given me her virginity and was now 
pregnant. I wondered once again, who’s sperm had won 
the race. Could she be carrying my child? The other a 
young girl who was scarcely an adolescent, being forced 
to have sex with an Alien. I remembered the pain and 
horror on their faces and knew what I must do. 

I asked. "Where is the virus and how do I use it?"

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