Stuck in the Middle With Chew
Chapter 10 – Return of the Stiffy Beam
"Impregnate me?!" Luke asked, his asshole lubing itself up slightly with horny anticipation, despite its host's best efforts of hiding it.
The space slug known as Jabba drooled at the thought, grinning evilly as a rapist would. His wide, red eyes stared at the blonde twink before him, then narrowed and dilated in lustful ways. The other members of the group huddled around and decided, while stripping themselves of all their garments, that Luke should get impregnated, if it meant saving Han and Chewie.
"I… Don't know if I wanna." Luke whispered like he was casting a naughty spell, then turned around to the group for reassurance.
They all looked at him sternly – even Leia's burger nips looked at him in an almost threatening way. "It's the only way, oh brother of mine." Their mistress spoke and Luke shivered verbally and incestuously.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha – it seems your friends agree…" Jabba chuckled to himself, still feeling pleasure from Greedo's lips pursed against his tiny, pink slug-pussy. He squeezed out a brown cloud of fart dust and felt orgasms ripple through his leathery skin, which oozed out in delicious moans from his monstrous, disgusting space slug space tongue. Space orgasm.
Luke looked down at his skinny body and, for once, didn't feel oh so sexy as usual. "Maybe I'm not good enough for a slug daddy such as you." He suggested, which made Jabba grunt in disapproval. "Nonsense!" He screamed, which echoed around like a dirty rumour of a slag's STD or STI.
"I did consider you not being worthy, I must admit- with your chip-dick and everything, but you are cute, so I want you." Jabba looked at Luke. You could be forgiven for thinking his lust was love. But you'd be wrong. Dead wrong. And you'd be a fucking idiot. Everyone knows space slugs like Jabba are the 2nd horniest creatures in the whole galaxy. Fucking cunt.
Luke pissed himself a little, which didn't go unnoticed. "O-okay. I'll do it." He disrobed and let his perfumed feet and tiny penis be seen. He approached Jabba and straddled him like Barbie riding her pony.
"Boy! It is obvious to me, that you don't know how to get impregnated by a Hutt like me" Jabba commented, while lubing up the spaces between Luke's toes, with his dandruff-ridden mouth organ.
"You need to be coated in only the most luxurious, raw juices from the fabled Sarlacc!"
"Sarlacc?!" The gang questioned.
"It is a beast found in the desert – you must find a way to coat yourself in its jizz and sputum and return to me. And do it alone." Jabba instructed. He then reached between Luke's unready , bare thighs.
He bent Luke's cock, so it looked like a boomerang. Luke cried out in pain and pleasure. "Your japsabre is now disabled, just in case you had any funny ideas."
"I will hold your friends hostage until you get back." Jabba said.
Vader then got sick of the space slug's shit and tried to force-choke Jabba. "You fool! Do you not know that I am immune to force powers, since I was raped by Obi-wan!" He then pointed at Vader's hand and a blaster shot rang out and wounded Vader.
The shot came from a dark corner of the room.
Helmet shiny, cape covered in jizzum, Boba Feet came out of the shadows, his bare feet for all to see. They stank, too.
"This is my bodyguard. Not that I really need one, but I wanted to include him in the script. Sue me." Jabba tickled the helmeted balls and nuzzled his space nose into Boba's cape. Then his chode glistened with horny sweat. Greedo began to feel envious.
Luke didn't want to see anymore, apart from when he did, and he departed Jabba's palace, aimlessly searching for the Sarlacc.
Back on the icy Planet, Hoth, where we last saw the abomination known as Hanbacca…
The mutant creature was sat eating a Vegan Sausage & Bean Melt from Greggs, and quite enjoying it, too; I mean, you really couldn't tell it wasn't real meat, and it was like they'd made more of an effort to season this one, than the real meat one anyway.
Mallotobuck's disgusting corpse began convulsing and frothing at the clit. It began to shake more then it exploded in an orgy of red then, there, was the Wampa Ice Creature. He squeezed out from the corpse and wiped his fur clean.
"Those bastards left me for dead! I must get my revenge!"
He looked around angrily, then noticed the, now shivering, Hanbacca, in the corner crying pathetically. "What the fuck?!" He then grinned. "This gives me an idea.
His Weird Science skill was higher Mallotobuck's, so he managed to, cybernetically enhance his brain, which gave him superpowers. Such as super-size of cock, super spunk balls and the ability to survive in space without succumbing to death, and to fly somehow. He created a space-proof box and shoved Hanbacca into it. It was a tight fit, but no more than the creature had already grown accustomed to. There was just enough room for a clit-tickle, or a deliciously delicious blowjob, if you were adventurous enough. Or an extremely horny space contortionist.
The Wampa Ice Creature got some space chains and tied them around the box, then ignited the rocket up his asshole. He then flew from the planet and toward Tatooine. He used the locator located up his butthole to find out where they'd travelled to. He then clenched his asshole to steer his body and used his japseye as a gyroscopic device.
He shot across space and passed a Banjo-Stringed space station that was also on a course toward Tatooine.
Emperor Palpatine looked at one of his favourite Celine Dion posters. "Celine, am I correct in my thinking, should I do this?" He asked her.
He then replied, in a female voice. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure you should."
He then smiled. "You're so clever, Celine."
He giggled before sitting on a space hotdog; he let it squeeze itself inside his anus and through his GI tract, until it came out his mouth, then he ate it and shit it out like a huge, brown log after you've eaten five slices of wholemeal bread with your lunch every day, with your soup while working at hospital.
He then ate his own shit.
Back with Luke…
The blonde twink trudged across the endless desert – Jabba's Sex Castle/Palace, was now out of view. He didn't know why, but he'd dressed himself again. His feet felt especially sweaty, in his space footwear.
From a nearby sand dune, many Sand People spoke in their own language, like the patients at an Antenatal Clinic, or the cleaners of the same establishment. They then screech and begin to run toward Luke. He screamed like a rape victim and fell in his haste to escape from their dirty sticky fingers.
They grabbed his ankles and wrists and pulled his boots off. Then his space socks. They began to lick his toes like they were made of vanilla cupcake frosting. They then ripped his pant apart, exposing his cock. They sucked on every inch of his being and mimicked a desperate concubine feeding of her master's cock and balls.
Then his shirt came off and they, somehow, had Princess Leia's patented milking machines. They attached them to Luke's waiting nipples and one on his bent cock's Japseye.
He screamed more and more as they had their sordid way with him. Then Obi-Wan came form the sand and brutalized one of the Sand People, like Talion on Shadow of War. The rest of them fled in terror.
Luke panted and jizzed out of his flaccid penis, in some strange way. The blonde sex object then went unconscious. Obi-Wan grunted as he saw the object of his desires, naked before him. He lay down next to him and cuddled him for a bit.
He slipped his OAP cock out and pushed it against Luke's bum-cheeks. After a while, he began to feel morally degraded by his horniness, and instead, raped the corpse of the Sand Person. In doing so, he learned some vital information – that the Sand Person had a micro willy.
Luke came to and looked around himself, confused.
Then around one hundred giant space sand worms burst from the sand beneath them. "Oh shit!" Luke said. Obi-Wan agreed. They began to run, Luke's wiener swinging delicately against his smooth ball sack, although he was running like he was being pursued by the feds after being caught dogging.
They both ran before becoming completely surrounded by a huge circle of the Giant Space Sand Worms. In the immediate centre, right next to them, the Sarlacc appeared. Its many teeth were wanting of their flesh and delicious dicks. And burger nips. And titty, jappy, slitty clitty milky.
Meanwhile, in the Douche Star…
"Sir, we are now in position above Tatoiinne." One of Palpatine's scared assistants informed him.
"Good. Now fire the Stiffy Beam!" He screeched, gliding effortlessly across the room, his bonse reflective with the sweat gracing it. He had just been wanking extravagantly over some Jedi Academy urinal spycam videos. He was now next to his assistant, who sat in a cockpit seat with many flashing buttons in front of him.
A large window displayed the desert planet below.
"Are you sure, sir? Our agents – Jabba and Greedo are still down there…" The assistant said, pissing his pants like a bitch.
"My agents?! They refused to watch George and Mildred with me! Now they are exiled, fool!" The emperor shrieked like a catheter going into a willy and forced his hand through the assistant's head – his eyeballs popped out and landed on the console in front of them.
"Now to test my Stiffy Beam on an entre planet!" His finger neared a central, red button on his bonse.
Back inside Jabba's Palace…
The group waited for Luke to return… Jabba had stripped them all and put them in chains and into his, personally made, S & M gear. They were taking it in turns, to perform a sexy dance for the horrible slug.
Then The Wampa Ice Creature crashed through the ceiling and landed on the fancy, stained carpet of Jabba's inner sanctum. He pulled the box containing Hanbacca next to him, which squashed nearly twelve of Jabba's personal Twi'lek whores.
"You left me to die!" He spoke like a Nazi and grew, with his anger.
"Get him!" Jabba shouted. Boba tried to shoot the Wampa Ice Creature, but he was now immune to bullet wounds.
Jabba then drank a nearby potion, which he'd instilled with his old magic. He began to shake then convulse even more violently. His eyes went bloodshot, and his body transformed, painfully, into a tortured soul; he was now half-Jabba-half-Rancour. He towered above the gang and was now the same size as the, still growing, Wampa Ice Creature.
His eyes focused on the mutant.
"Han… Is that you?" A tear came to Jabcour's japseye and burger nips.
The Wampa Ice Creature looked around furiously, trying to spot the gang, who were hiding behind Jabba's sexy, sexy, leopard-print throne, which was inspired by Del Boy's fashion.
"I'll like you all!" He had a huge boner, as did Jabcour, and they clashed like two samurai swords. Just as they were about to trade blows, the Wampa Ice Creature became suddenly still.
He then grabbed his, relatively small, penis and jerked it aggressively in desperation. Jabcour watched in disgust. The Wampa Ice Creature lay flat on his back and flatlined.
A rumbling and squelching could be heard from within the deepest depths of his darkest scrotum areas. A crescendo built up then a cock-burster exploding out of the Wampa Ice Creature's cock. The creature grew at an accelerated rate and reached maturity faster than Hermione Grainger.
The creature grew taller than Jabcour, who now looked a little frightened but still insane and crazy enough to fight the freak. A super-size Cunt Creature now stood before him, invigorated and enhanced by the Wampa Ice Creatures experiments on himself – he had congenitally gained all the Wampa Ice Creatures weird science powers.
It also had a massive schlong.
Back in orbit around Tatoiinne…
Emperor Palpatine's spunk-riddled finger stroked his bonse more and more. He sucked his own burger nips like a thirsty baby, then shit himself. He searched his bonse for the button and pushed what he thought was the button. It was jus his cancerous prostate and he winced in pain.
He then used his anal muscles to tightly push the button down.
The Stiffy Beam came to life, ingulfing the entire planet in a white, stick, sputum- like aura.
He fisted his fuck.
"So it begins…"
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Bonse.