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Daughters of Mandalore Ch 5 (Bo-Katan, Ursa Wren, Star Wars)
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Bo-Katan intimidates the Baron into giving her more credits and his future support against Maul.
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Bo-Katan’s jaw remained tight as she faced down Baron Venris Zoh. The Pantoran had thrown down a change to the deal that she would not abide. He wanted her and her Mandalorians to pledge their service to him. The sudden additional element left an intensely bitter taste on her tongue. She wanted to wound him, maybe even kill him for the insult.
‘No man of honor changes his deal after terms have been agreed to,’ Her sharp gaze looked at him. He may have been a noble, cut from similar cloth as she, but he had no honor, and expected her to have none if she would pledge her service to him when she was already pledged to save Mandalore from Maul.
Confident in her control over the situation, and the notion that she could kill him, and her allies could kill his guards if things got out of hand, Bo-Katan strode forward, closing the distance between her and the Baron.
“I urge you to reconsider, Baron. My cadre have traveled far and fast to get here. We are eager to complete your work. But if you go back on your word… well… I will not be leaving here without a pound of flesh for my troubles…”
The Baron had not expected a response like that. The exiled Duchess enjoyed the quick widening of his gaze before his lips blubbered. She imagined that he had strongarmed many mercenaries before, but never tried to pull such audacity on Mandalorians, armed to the teeth, and ready to kill on a moment’s notice.
“Ahem. Perhaps… I spoke too rashly. It must have… slipped my mind… how important… uh loyalty… yes loyalty to your homeworld. Very important…”
“Exactly. And I will not punish you for this slipup. You will pay us double… after we solve your problem,”
The fear remained, not in his eyes, but in his posture. The blue skinned man rubbed his brow and then quickly took a sip of his wine.
“I am sure that can be arranged. You are Bo-Katan after all… Leader of the Nite Owls… I hope that we uh… we shall be allies for years…”
“The Baron is gracious and as wise as he is generous,” Ursa commented, which allowed Bo-Katan a break from feigning cordiality with the Pantoran. Almost immediately, she could feel Bo-Katan’s eyes burning into the back of her head for taking the lead, but Ursa felt confident that the small insult would be easily forgiven.
After a moment, the woman wearing a blue and white helmet simply nodded towards the Baron. Sensing the easing of tension from her comrade, Ursa Wren breathed a quick sigh before continuing. She needed to hammer out the details, and quickly, before the Baron or Bo-Katan decided to create some fresh issue that might get in the way of their operation.
In the end, Ursa did not fail. The details, including their eventual double payment for their services, were seen to. The Baron gave them a data chit that included information and analysis for the mission. It included data on the exact nature of the assets the Mandalorians would be collecting. Much to Ursa’s displeasure, their targets were young. There were two of them, a brother and sister had been kidnapped by agents for another noble family. The parents of the children contacted the Baron for assistance.
Once she learned of this, Bo-Katan had a very strong sense that the Baron was planning to keep the children for himself, to ensure the continued support of the family already suffering from the theft of those most precious to them. The leader of the warband did not place much thought into the matter. The involvement of her and her commandos ended once they brought the assets to the Baron and acquired their payment.
After leaving the Baron’s lavish location, the Mandalorians found a hidden staging ground not far from the target building. A chill clung to their helmets and armor during the cloudy night. Bo-Katan felt confident in the operation. ‘Tonight, is the perfect night for a raid,’
Beside her, Zave Strard called the team to attention.
“This operation should be simple. We get in, grab the assets and get out,” She declared. The Mandalorian was the youngest woman in Bo-Katan’s warband. An accomplished trapper and survivalist, the Mirailian dressed in dented gold and maroon armor outlined the plan with the aid of a small holo emitter. The image in ghastly blue formed into a tower that the squad had seen nearby.
“The penthouse is here, at the top of that tower. Jazmon scouted it out with her rifle and picked up the security systems. Fortune smiles on us, sisters. I do not think Pantorans are used to people attacking from the sky,”
Zave pressed a button on her gauntlet and multiple sets of four red lines appeared, showing multiple flight paths into the penthouse. It would be up to Bo-Katan to choose the flight plan when the time was right.
“Good. Prepare your gear. We strike hard and fast,” Ursa and Zave began preparing for the operation. Meanwhile, Bo-Katan turned towards Jazmon and placed a hand on the woman’s white and black painted pauldron.
“Find a spot nearby to go on overwatch. Move quickly and report any problems,”
“Elek, ner Alor,” Jazmon replied curtly. Then, she moved off to begin surveying the nearby structures for a perch.
The redhead turned her attention back to Ursa. “Anything else, Ursa?”
Ursa reviewed her datapad to see if there was anything Zave had missed. “According to the Baron’s intel, the… targets are guarded by around ten soldiers. All ex-Pantoran army,”
Bo-Katan scoffed, recalling how the Pantorans had requested Jedi and clonetrooper support during an uprising or something on one of their moons. “They won’t be a problem,” The Mandalorian with a short flame-red hair cut said confidently.
She looked over to Zave. “Prepare a net, stun cuffs, tranq darts. I don’t want any problems from the packages,”
“As you wish, Alor,” The trapper began preparing some of the tools of her trade. before setting her dark-blue eyes on Bo-Katan. “How are we going to get out of the area once we have them?”
“There are only two packages and they’re small enough to carry,”
“We could acquire a speeder. In case of trouble, we’ll want our hands free,” Ursa said, not wanting to risk being fired upon as she flew through the air lugging an unconscious child. ‘This mission is dishonorable enough without risking more harm to innocents,’
Bo-Katan shook her head. “A stolen speeder could get us noticed. It will also take more time. The sooner we’re done, the sooner we will be paid,”
The knowledge that every day she was spending credits from her relatively small war chest was never far from Bo-Katan’s mind. She had never been much of a credit-pincher, but now, in full command of her own small army, it was a military reality she had to deal with. Zave finished mounting her specialty gadgets onto her kneepads and gauntlets and then Ursa took a step closer to the leader of Clan Kryze.
“Is this something we really must do, Duchess?”
Bo-Katan looked at her fellow Mandalorian’s T-visored helmet. “They are not Mandalorian children. No harm will come to them, and once we drop them off, we’ll have a fortune to help us protect countless children from Maul’s terror…”
Ursa looked at her intensely, but kept her lips closed. She did not want her son, Tristan to grow up under the heel of Maul. Removed as Krownest was from the capitol, Maul’s reach would sink its claws into the snow given enough time.
Bo-Katan, Ursa and Zave used their jetpacks and short, quick bursts to move into position. Once they confirmed that Jazmon had a good line of sight on the target building, they leaped forth, activating their jetpacks to fly down towards the target building. The moment the Mandalorian commandos crossed the threshold of the windows, everyone turned into a short bout of chaos. The blue-skinned Pantorans were not the worst guards, but their focus was on watching the turbolift doors in the center of the penthouse. Only two had been near the windows and they were cut down swiftly, the only noise being the Zzzzt of Bo-Katan and Ursa’s tranquiller darts.
Zave knocked out two before any of the troops felt a sense that something was wrong. Soon it was all over. The element of surprise worked wonders for the elite unit, and they blasted each guard with stun bolts as they secured the penthouse. The whole thing only lasted a minute, with Jazmon helping to find the last straggler when the man tried to cower behind cover. Bo-Katan almost wanted to dispatch him properly when she rounded the corner and leveled her twin Westar-35 blasters, but she relented and stunned him.
Tracking down the assets were easy. Ursa was glad that she didn’t find them as she found Bo-Katan dragging out a small boy. The child tried to swing at Bo-Katan in his groggy state, and only succeeded in hurting his hand when he smacked a hip plate made of Beskar steel.
“Gev or'dinii!” Bo-Katan growled out. The youngling looked up at the masked warrior, doing his best to look brave and failing. Ursa could tell he was close to tears. She looked away and then asked Zave to bring out the other one while she caught her breath, away from the assets.
Suddenly, a loud blast shattered the silence. For a moment, Bo-Katan thought that it was Jazmon, sniping far too close to her eardrum. Then she saw Zave flying backward with a smoldering mark on her chest plates. The Mandalorian in purple and maroon armor continued crashing back until she vanished out of one of the penthouse windows.
“Zave!” Ursa called out. Then the two remaining Mandalorians heard the thrum of a powerful engine nearby. Snapping in the direction of the bedroom, Bo-Katan saw the danger thanks to her helmet’s enhanced vision.
“Droid!” She called out and prepared the one blaster she could hold. It was still too dark for her to get a proper look at the automaton, but Bo-Katan did see panels shifting, likely to reveal weaponry. Quickly, the Mandalorian shoved the child to the side and fired off two bolts with her blaster while her other hand reached for an ion grenade on her belt.
Her blaster bolts hit the armored shell of the droid but did little damage. She heard the THRMMM of its core as it moved out of the bedroom. Bo-Katan’s gloved hand activated the ion grenade. Ursa followed suit and they both chucked ion grenades into the bedroom, where the terrified other child let out a scream.
Two blinding blasts of white light erupted, but the droid had some sort of advanced shielding. Not only did the grenades fail to stop the droid, but the two Mandalorians were met with an ear-splitting crackle of feedback in their helmets. Fumbling back, Bo-Katan shed her helmet so she could focus on finding a solution to her problem. Some sparks erupted on the droid’s chassis. The redhead smiled, believing that the ion grenades may have been successful, just delayed. Then she heard the droid’s voice reaching out from its vocalizer.
“Programming error. Running sub-routine, Secret Master Mode. Warning! Children are still awake. Engaging functions,”
Another panel opened and darts from within shot out, hitting the confused and frightened children. The Mandalorians watched the brother and sister slump down. The droid must have put them both to sleep. Bo-Katan thought it was because the droid was preparing some weapon that might kill her where she stood, but it turned out, it was something completely different.
Bo-Katan and Ursa continued firing with their blasters. None of the bolts stopped the droid and it soon floated out of the bedroom. It was the first time that Bo-Katan and Ursa Wren got a good look at the machine. It had a large flat oval-shaped head resting atop a plump shaped body. The instruments now reaching out of the chassis were not weaponry but various items that neither of the Mandalorians had expected. One armature had a huge alien shaped dildo at the end. Other mechanical limps were caped with chains, clamps, pinchers and more.
The last thing that they saw was long tendrils arms that shot out from deep within the droid’s armored shell. The powerful cords whipped around the women, feeling strong as durasteel as they locked around their bodies. The tendrils were not only strong enough to lock down the two women, but they were also able to lift both of them right off the ground. Bo-Katan kicked and struggled and tried to activate her flamethrower or her other weapons, but she couldn’t move either of her wrists enough to accomplish that.
She looked over to Ursa and hoped that the droid might lift the two of them together, but before she could give her second any instructions, she noticed one of the thick sextoy-capped arms reaching up towards her.
“You have been very bad. Firing weapons near the children requires the maximum punishment, Slave. Prepare yourself, for Level Three Punishment, you disgusting whore!”
“If you think that I am going to allow some dumb droid to- Hrrrk!” Bo-Katan gagged as the thick dildo was shoved into her mouth. The false cock jammed into her mouth hurt at first, and it was disgustingly slimy, but she had to admit that it had a rather nice flavor.
‘This droid is a nanybot and sexbot!’ She realized suddenly. The droid released its connector for the dildo and then little belts reached out, locking the gag around her head to shut her up completely. Then some other tendrils moved into place, pulling open Bo-Katan’s armor and exposing her unguarded pussy. The droid had not been jesting when it said she would be punished.
The largest tool of the droid, the green and yellow copy of alien physiology neared the struggling woman’s opening. Bo-Katan’s blue eyes flashed with alarm. The crown itself was as thick as her wrist. It was sheathed as well, which worried her more since the front section was already big enough to send panic down her spine. Once again, Bo-Katan tried to kick and resist the droid, but she could not get any traction.
‘This job is getting worse all the time!’ The tip of the dildo shoved its way forcefully inside of her womanhood.
“Ftttthhhhkkk!” The droid pulled back and then slid its powerful cock back inside of her pussy again, causing more than a few drops of her juices to spill out as she was violated. Bo-Katan couldn’t believe that she was being fucked and penetrated in two holes at once. Outrage and shame clouded her mind as she was was pumped and ravaged by the automaton. Her only solace was that the guards were all incapacitated and the only one who was seeing her being degraded was a woman that had been fucked and humiliated by her side.
‘Oh fuck! It’s going even deeper! No!’
She couldn’t think about that issue for long however, as the thick green and yellow cock began pushing into her. The mouthgag put a tremendous strain on her lips, tongue and throat while the thick didldo shoving into her pussy made her breasts and hips shake as it assaulted her body with hammering thrusts. The slimy cock designed to emulate the feeling of being throttled by some well-endowed alien made her toes curl in her boots.
While the design represented a copy of flesh in blood, Bo-Katan was not being fucked by a sentient, someone who would get tired. The droid could piston-fuck her sloppy slit until its batteries ran dry. Bo-Katan’s eyes widened, and she began moaning out deliriously as her body hung limply in the air while her pussy started being savaged by the droid’s naughty subroutines.
“Mrwwffffthth… Frrrrkkktthh… Urrrthhhuhhh!”
Ursa Wren was not left out of the situation. The droid’s body wheeled on her while its arms continued ravaging Bo-Katan, turning her from a hardened squad leader into a convulsing cocksleeve. Ursa was trapped, just like Bo-Katan, but the droid had other plans for the leader of Clan Wren.
Ursa cried out after an armature came forth with a big black paddle on its end. The machine slapped her ass heart, leaving a big red imprint, just with the first spank. More and more of her armor was stripped off and Ursa bit down hard on her lip she worried she would taste blood soon.
When she was spanked again, tears dropped from her eyes, ruining her make up and making her look more and more like a Coronet hooker than the regal leader of a Mandalorian clan. Her mental image of herself became further down-graded as the droid clamped pinchers on her dark-brown nipples. Then, a thick black cock covered in knobs began pushing into her asshole. It did not fuck Ursa with the same fierce intensity that Bo-Katan was ‘enjoying’ but it was still more than she had been prepared for.
“I am going to blast… huwaah… you apart… Kiaaah… and then… Ohuffakk! Have you rebuilt… so I can… fuhuuaak! So I can… blast you aganiaaahuah!”
Ursa’s moans became deeper and throatier as the droid attached more devices onto her body. Her pussy began buzzing after a vibrating bead was tapped onto her mound. Through the fog of the pleasure invading her mind, Ursa vaguely realized that somehow, she and Bo-Katan were each receiving very different treatments from the droid.
“Firefek! Bo-Katan… we have to… Offuaah… Uraaah… I can’t… breathe… I can’t thick…”
Ursa’s head reeled as she was spanked again. The cock inside her ass continued to rail her while the buzzing bead never ceased. But the paddle was by far the worst. During her upbringing, she had been taught to fear the lash, and now, old memories were flooding back.
“Plesaauh… do… do whatever you want to me… Uahoua-oouha… fuck me in the ass… make my pussy squirt… just… don’t… huaah... don’t spank me anymore… Plesausaahuah…” Of course, the droid was only programmed to stop its programming once the target was well and truly fucked, or when the agreed upon safe word was used. So, it continued forcing more and more pain and pleasure into Ursa’s body, no matter how much she begged.
“Ohuraa-oouh-hu-huah… keep using my body… keep fucking my ass… just… please stop spanking meeuaah!”
While Ursa got assbanged, Bo-Katan’s teeth ratted as the huge pistoning cock the size of her arm threatened to break her mind completely. The redhead lost track of how many times she had cum. The only thought that existed inside of her mind was a feral, basic thought. ‘More’
‘I’m being pounded senseless by a droid! But it feels so fucking good!’ Her eyes rolled into her head and her tits shook violently as she started to cum yet again. The flesh of her thighs was a sticky mess as each time she came, her pussy lubricated the cock and her flesh with showers of her lewd essence. The woman didn’t know how much more she could stand. Each time the huge alien dildo slammed into her whole, even blinking became a struggle. To add insult to injury, she could still only breathe in through her nostrils since the dildogag still blocked her mouth.
Not since the incident on Krownest had she been dominated and treated like no more than a piece of meat. She wanted to resist. Every fiber of her being wanted to resist, but part of her, some… twisted, or corrupted part, wanted to just accept it, to understand that she was not a soldier, but a slut who just wanted to cum.
Choices
Bo-Katan gives into her lust
Bo-Katan resists and tries to break free.
P.S. Thank you for all your support and patience for the continuation of this storyline. I've been working on it for a while and new Book of Boba Fett episodes inspired me to write some more naughty Mandalorian fun.
