The Orphanage was cramped and unsanitary. The more time you spent there, the more you lost sanity. You decided enough was enough and awaited nightfall before escaping. Making it out, you explored some the town for something to eat. You find a restaurant and eat the scraps of patrons from the dumpster. Suddenly a door swings open, with men in uniform talking about the shuttle leaving at sunrise.
Adventure... the thought of it was too good to pass up. You hopped out of the dumpster and trailed the men until you found the ship. You stowed away with hopes of somewhere way better than you already were.
*ALARM*
The sudden blaring siren awoke you in a panic. The sound of blasters echoed the metal husk. A large explosion later and you were out cold. Awakening, you exit through the large hole. You couldn't believe your eyes, large trees would block out the sun, and a forest of green was everywhere.
You thought best to scavenge whatever you could before leaving as you didn't think any restaurants would be nearby. Entering the main part of the ship, you gagged as the smell of the dead crew entered your nose. It seemed like a beast tore through them with ferocity.
As you found the mess hall, your stomach growled even after all the carnage. You stuffed your face with all the food you could pack into your gut.
Suddenly you're picked up by the neck. They turn you around and you see it's two wookie women half soaked in blood, ready to kill you.
"Hmmm another slaver" the one choking you says. "Do you want the pleasure or is it all mine".
You start to thrash and panic as you value your life.
"Seems kinda young to be a slaver, don't you think... lets hear him out"
The wookie drops you as you gasp for air, thanking them for mercy. You explain how you're just a stowaway. They look puzzled and you explain as these terms might not be familiar to them. They seem to understand but aren't too trusting of you yet.
"Fine I suppose we'll leave you alive, we outta leave before back up arrives". You cry tears of joy and hug them for their mercy. The bottom of their breasts rested on your head. They pat you but soon push you off and walk away.
You chase after them, begging them to take them with you. You had not idea of the land or how to survive.
The taller one scoffs, "The only reason we'd take you is if you'd clean the dirt off our feet". The other one laughs as they disappear into the woods.
Later that day, the sun is gone and you have a dim fire going yet no food. You hug the flames as the sounds of animals echo through the trees. A growl is heard and red eyes poke through the darkness. You crawl backwards as the animal charges you. You hit a tree and with no where to go, you put your arms up as a last resort. An arrow wizs through the air striking the animal in the neck.
You laugh in a panicked state. The two wookies from earlier appear. One begins to skin the animal while the taller one approaches you.
Her feet grip the ground as you stare them down. "That was a close one for you... you owe us. In our culture, you are in a life debt and must serve us until you pass on".
You gulp and gaze upward. The shadow semi back lit by the fire. You ask how you can serve.
Without another word she lifts her foot and presses it against your face, thus pinning your face to the tree. You move your face into her sole and smell it. You clean her foot as the other preps the food. You groan from the pain yet you get a satisfaction from being there.
Suddenly she pulls your body out of eyesight of the other. She begins to trample your body on the incline of the hill. Your groin was being crushed and the sensation had your eyes rolling back. You began to grind your teeth into her heel to remove all the dirt from them.
You begin to pre-orgasm tremble and moan louder. A stick is shoved in your mouth to gag the sound and she begins to rapidly increase the intensity of the groin trampling.
You nut in your pants.
The woman removes the stick from your face. You thank her as she plants her foot on your face.
"Speak nothing of this to the other". She then walked away, mushing your head into the soft soil.
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