Fortuna smirked and gestured to the guards holding the Twi-Lek dancer. He reached into the jar and plucked a slimy creature from within, walking towards Oola, who struggled in the Gamorean’s firm grip.
They forced the slave to her knees. “No.. Master!” Oola whimpered. “I’ll dance..” She leant forwards, showing her cleavage. “I’ll do whatever you want..” She smiled, trying to show confidence. It didn’t work.
Fortuna dangled the creature near Oola’s face. “No! Please!” She tried to free herself, but the guards were too strong. He dropped the bug into the dancer’s chest, her breasts heaving as she panicked, begging to be let go. The creature slipped between her boobs, headed for its target - her deep bellybutton. It scurried across her green skin, down her stomach and into her navel, causing her belly to quiver.
“Ughhh…” She moaned, feeling it working its way inside her body. It pushed against her innie, burrowing inside her. Oola moaned as the creature finished, and disappeared inside her stomach.
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