Chapter Three: Bastila Shan

Bastila Shan called upon the Force to sooth her frazzled nerves. The last thing she remembered was drifting off to sleep on board the Ebon Hawk. She’d awoken to find herself in a sprawling tunnel system. The river of waste-filled water flowing through the center of the tunnel was all the evidence she needed to determine she was in some sort of sewage system, probably one that serviced a rather large city, by the looks of it. She considered it rather disturbing that she’d been in enough sewers that she was able to recognize that this particular one was unlike any other. The technology and design being used – although not exactly primitive – seemed altogether different than the sorts used in her reality. Because that was the other thing: Bastila knew – without a doubt – that something had ripped her right out of her reality.

Her link with the Force – usually as natural and comforting as an old friend – felt muted and faded. She couldn’t sense Revan or any of the others. She truly couldn’t sense much, no signs of life. Bastila felt blind, even though there was nothing wrong with her eyes. She kept a steady grip on her lightsaber, thumb resting against the weapon’s ignition button, as her mind wandered, trying to figure out what had happened to her. It wasn’t a dream. She’d always been a vivid dreamer, but she knew her mind well enough to know she was no longer sleeping. She rejected a Sith trap almost as fast, but for vastly different reasons. If the Sith were capable of removing people from reality, Bastila didn’t dare think of what they might do with such power. And as good as I am, I doubt they’d use it just to take me out, the Jedi thought.

But that was the problem. As far as Bastila knew, she hadn’t been the only one removed from her reality. Everyone and everything she knew or cared for could have been so much void. She paused, sucking in a deep breath and letting her eyes slip closed, falling into a meditative trance for roughly thirty seconds. Her mind calmed as she contemplated the certainty that she had far more questions than answers and that focusing on those questions did her little good. She assured herself that if anyone could handle the bizarre situation, it was her and that, regardless of the cause of her sudden transportation, she would find her way home no matter what the cost.

Feeling a good deal calmer, Bastila opened her eyes and continued through the sewer. Her first goal was to get out of the underground area. Presumably, there might be someone in the city above that might be able to give her answers or at least lend their assistance. The odds of running into anyone in the sewer system seemed fairly low. Rounding a bend in the tunnel, Bastila lifted a curious eyebrow as she was immediately proven wrong. A man in a bright orange vest and yellow helmet stood about halfway down the tunnel, knee-deep in the muck. That was the first clue Bastila had that something about the man was off. She knew it would take a very good reason for her to go spelunking in the waste and, judging by how the man simply stood there, he didn’t appear to have any reason at all for it.

“Sir?” Bastila called, keeping her lightsaber ready. “Do you need assistance?” She smirked, unable to ignore the absurdity of the situation. Leave it to me to get teleported into a whole new reality and find a stray who needs more help than I do, she thought. Her smirk faded as the maintenance worker slowly turned towards her, legs sloshing through the filthy water. Although she knew nothing of the new world she’d been brought to, she doubted anything that looked as deformed and decayed as the man was friendly. She’d seen plenty of devious looking aliens who were friendly and downright charming, but she had no interest in getting to know the ghoulish thing before her. She reached out with the Force, trying to sense it. At first, she felt nothing. Then a wave of blinding agony, ravenous hunger, and all-consuming lust shot through her. She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut tight as she blocked herself form the thing’s horrid Force aura and triggered the vibrant yellow blades of her double-sided lightsaber. “Why is nothing ever simple?” she muttered.

Attacking an unarmed man felt wrong, but in the brief glimpse she’d gotten inside the thing’s head, Bastila knew that whatever she faced was no man. Perhaps it had been, once, but whatever life it had once possessed had been scooped out and replaced with something that – for lack of a better concept – could only be described as pure evil. Even the Sith did not possess such utter darkness within them. As strange as it felt, Bastila found herself grateful that the man lacked any form of weaponry. She suspected she would need all of the help she could get in order to survive the hellish creature, especially if there were others like it lurking within the sewers.

The undead maintenance worker stomped towards Bastila, sloshing through the water and reaching his clenching hands towards her. His mouth hung open, groaning out with a deep yearning that the distinct bulge in the crotch of his pants shared. The man’s hollowed eye sockets leaked a steady stream of greenish black ichor, although his blindness didn’t seem to deter him from being able to track Bastila as she sidestepped her way around him. The shining brightness of her lightsaber didn’t seem to bother him much, either, even when she slashed out at him and lopped off one of his arms. The hunk of meat and bone plopped into the water and sank out of sight, but the man didn’t recoil in pain. He just kept on reaching for the Jedi.

Bastila had no interest in prolonging the fight, especially considering the way the creature continued to groan and wail. The disturbing sound of its voice echoed off the walls of the tunnel. So far, she’d only seen the one, but if there were any more of the things in the sewers, the noise would certainly draw them down right on top of her. With a spin, Bastila struck out at the zombie again, this time cleaving it in half across the waist. The upper half of the man’s body slid backwards and dropped into the water, single arm continuing to thrash about as he sank beneath the surface. It happened fast, but Bastila still noticed how the thing remained alive despite his bisection.

The Jedi wasn’t given long to contemplate the sort of terrifying power that could bestow such monstrosities with apparent eternal life. A rumbling tremor rolled through the tunnel, causing the sewage to ripple. “Blast,” Bastila muttered, looking up and down the tunnel in search of the source of the disturbance and spotted an advancing wave of fetid water. Her eyes shot wide as she saw the thing rushing along behind the wave. She’d seen Hutts that were skinnier than the hulking, bulbous creature. It vaguely resembled a man, although it was obscenely bloated. Its skin glistened with sludge and, unlike the maintenance worker, it was completely nude. The thing’s throbbing erection emerged from the water not unlike the most perverted shark fin ever imagined, pressing firmly into the bottom of the thing’s expansive gut. Its head looked like a hairless, tumor-like growth emerging from its broad shoulders, with a mouth stretching obscenely wide across the lower half of its face and tiny, pin-prick eyes shimmering in the low light.

Bastila turned to face the Big Man, setting her feet firmly and holding her lightsaber on front of her. Despite its sizeable bulk and the water sloshing all around it, the thing closed the distance to her in surprisingly little time. With a yell, she swung the shimmering blade of her lightsaber towards the thing, carving a scorching slash up across its belly. The Big Man’s flesh split open, spilling out a heavy wave of greasy slop. The stench of the monster’s stomach contents that struck Bastila felt like running a speeder bike into a tree at full speed. She retched and stumbled backwards, tears stinging her eyes as she did her best to breathe through her mouth. She glimpsed some solid chunks within the wet slop pouring out of the Big Man’s split belly, recognizing a stained skull and a partially dissolved foot.

Something that looked like a thick length of tripe shot out of the Big Man’s gaping slash wound with blinding speed. Bastila barely had time to react, bringing her lightsaber up and twisting it to the side to lop off the searching tip of the hose-like growth. The Big Man’s mouth shot open wide, releasing a roar of annoyed pain as three more of the intestinal lassos whipped out of his belly. Bastila jumped back, hacking and slashing with her lightsaber in an attempt to keep the tendrils away from her. She very nearly succeeded, too focused on the lengths stretching towards her face and arms to notice the one that had slipped underneath the surface of the sludge until it looped around her ankle. “No!” she yelled, attempting to bring her lightsaber down to free herself from the intestine’s tight grip. Before she could, the viscera retracted, yanking her off balance. The Jedi’s heart leapt into her throat as her fingers slipped away from her lightsaber’s hilt. The twin-bladed weapon flew into the air, spinning end over end. She flinched and twisted away, narrowly avoiding having her beautiful face carved in half by her own glowing blade.

Bastila regretted her instinctive act of self-preservation almost immediately as she splashed into the river of sewage. The wretched sludge soaked through her clothing in moments, but that was nothing compared to the mouthful of the waste that she very nearly swallowed. The tainted water stung her eyes, further disorienting her as the Big Man tugged her flailing form along underneath the surface. More lengths of his animated guts dove into the water and converged on the squirming bit of prey he had caught, snaring her other leg, her arms, and looping around her waist. Bastila sucked in a much needed lungful of air as the Big Man yanked her up out of the water, only to release it as a horrified scream as she found herself being pulled into the creature’s split gut.

A dozen more fleshy tendrils converged on Bastila, looping around her and pulling her deeper into the Big Man’s belly. The Jedi struggled to stretch her hand and draw her lightsaber towards her, but the already weakened hold she had on the Force paired with her terror sealed her fate. She became mashed tightly into the Big Man’s gut, writhing lengths of tripe squirming along every inch of her body. She twisted her head around far enough to look back over her shoulder, screaming again as she saw the scorched lips of the wound she’d given the thing closing back up behind her. “No, please!” she shrieked, kicking and squirming as best she could, but finding it impossible to break free of the slippery viscera squeezing so tightly around her. Bastila panted heavily, panic rushing through her as the two sides of the wound met and merged back together, leaving her trapped within the obese monster.

As soon as the Big Man had his treat sealed within him, he went to work on her. His intestines rubbed against her body as his stomach juices soaked through her clothing. Bastila fell into frantic sobs, acutely aware of how the juices made her skin tingle. She twisted her shoulders from side to side and squirmed her hands through the living viscera, trying to find some means of escape. She curled her fingers and gritted her teeth, silently screaming for her lightsaber to come to her. She didn’t even care of it carved through her on its way through the creature. A quick death seemed vastly preferable to whatever the Big Man intended to do to her.

Bastila’s clothing sloshed off of her in soggy clumps, her naked flesh itching terribly as the Big Man’s stomach acids diligently ate away at her. Her eyes bulged with sickened horror as one of the lengths of intestine looped around her thigh before shoving its thick tip against her exposed crotch. The small patch of pubic hair she had sizzled away as dribbles of bile flowed over them before burning away at her sensitive labial folds. The Jedi let out a horrified grunt as the thick slab of gut wedged itself into her cunt, filling her up in the most terrible way. Two more fleshy lengths latched onto her perky breasts, applying a disturbing suction to her aching nipples. Bastila screamed and wailed until a piece of intestine slid around her elegant throat and punched its way into her gaping mouth.

The Big Man let out a bubbly chuckle as he turned to lumber his way back to the area of the sewer he called home. As he felt the morsel squirming within him, feeling her hot cunt clenching around his intestinal tendril, he stretched one arm down around his jiggling belly to grip his massive erection. He stroked along the veiny length as he moved, timing his strokes to the rhythm of the intestine pumping away at Bastila’s pussy. He’d only just begun processing her, but already she tasted far better than the handful of unlucky zombies he’d consumed so far. And, unlike the living dead, she kept on fighting against him, providing pleasant tingles with each kick or squirm she made within his ravenous gut.

Bastila’s sinuses burned from the stale, humid air within the Big Man’s stomach cavity. The walls of her throat felt scorched from the stomach juices leaking from the length of trip fucking her face. With little hope left, the Jedi took a depressing bit of thankfulness for the fact that the juices had melted away her taste buds fairly rapidly. Even so, it didn’t make it any easier to swallow the liquefied chunks of her tongue as they rolled down the back of her throat. The guts attached to Bastila’s chest sucked her tits away completely, strips of skin and chunks of yellowed fat pouring down their lengths. Her slender abs bulged outwards as the intestine fucking her rammed its way into her with growing force, searing its way through her cervix and into her uterus. Her feet – resting in the rising pool of juices at the bottom of the Big Man’s belly – had already been stripped down to the bone.

As the Big Man’s pleasure grew, so did the flow of stomach acid within his squirming, Jedi-filled belly. Bastila’s skin slid away from glistening muscle just as her clothing had slid away from her body. Clumps of half-melted hair and scalp rolled off her head and across her partially dissolved shoulders. The tripe tendril pounding into her cunt ripped through the woman’s gut like wet tissue paper. One of her legs fell away at the knee with a series of soft pops. Fingernails peeled back as she uselessly clawed at the inside of the Big Man’s stomach, her movements becoming less and less coordinated as the inescapable agony ate away at her consciousness just as efficiently as it ate away at her body.

The Big Man jerked his slippery cock faster, his fat balls drawing tight with impending release. He let out an impressive bellow that echoed down the tunnel as he came, spraying creamy spunk out into the sewage. The doomed Jedi woman could only manage a far less impressive gurgle as the creature’s massive belly filled with digestive enzymes, rapidly dissolving what remained of her in a handful of seconds and leaving behind nothing more of Bastila Shan than a chunky, nutrient-rich soup that the Big Man would absorb at his leisure.