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Knights of the Old Republic: The Sith Empire	By : klick2000 Category: +G through L > Knights of the Old Republic Views: 39368 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter VI: Abide

“Hey beautiful, whatcha drinkin?” A zeltron sitting at the bar with all her curves in the right place said as Kikri walked past.

“Thank you,” Kikri said blushing.

Mission trailing right behind cut in, “Are you Luxa?”

“Aww.. what a cute twi'lek. Is she yours?”

Mission face began burning. “No, in fact she's mine, as is Atton here,” the girl said indignantly tugging Atton over to her.

“Mmmm... how much for a night with your attractive female.”

“Actually,” Kikri said changing the subject, “if you are Luxa we need your help.”

“Hmm... interesting. If I help you, then maybe you can give me something in return.”

“Uhh... okay. We have some friends being held by the CSF in high level security, and we figured that some one with your connection could help us get them out,” Kikri explained.

“Hmm... this wouldn't have anything to do with the Jedi that was turned over to them recently?” Inquired the zeltron.

“If you know that then you must know that we're on a time table. We need this done before Darth Troia arrives.”

“Well, lets see. What could some one with my connections in the crime world want for such a demanding request?”

With a nudge Mission, Kikri stepped up. “Well I could think of something,” the Jedi said as she put a hand on Luxa's knee and began sliding it up towards her crotch, while her other other hand played with the crime lord's hair as she moved in for a kiss. Luxa smiled and leaned into it, grabbing onto Kikri's ass to draw her in closer. After a moment of the passionate embrace, Kikri pulled back. “Just a taste,” she said.

Luxa smiled and laughed, “That's a good start, but I'm risking my men deep inside the TSF. Also, while you maybe on the Sith hit list, the Exchange doesn't need that kind of heat unless its worth it.”

“So what do you want?” the Jedi asked.

“The only person who gives me orders in this sector is Loppak Slusk. Bring me his head and you'll have your Jedi, beautiful.”

“What! No way, I could never. Besides the deal...”

“We'll do it,” Mission said cutting Kikri off.

“Good,” Luxa said never taking her eyes off of the Jedi, “I'll be waiting gorgeous.”

As soon as the trio were out of sight of the purple hued vixen Kikri turned to the young twi'lek, “What was that, that is totally a bogus deal.”

Mission slapped the Jedi hard with the back of her hand. “Listen, bitch, you are my slut, and you will do what I say. You will only ever voice an opinion if I ask it. Is that clear slave?”

Kikri's face burned in shame as she backed down having been put in place. “Yes mistress,” she said sheepishly.

“What?”

“Yes Mistress!” She said louder.

“Good.”

Lucky Strikes slave ship: hyperspace

Revan awoke with a start. Her head was on fire. She had a head ache that made her feel like her whole skull was being ripped open. The Sith Lord's vision was blurred to the point that she could only see some out of focus shapes across the room from her. Revan squinted and tried rubbed her eyes, trying to bring the scene into focus. Her hands were caught though, they seemed to be bound behind her. She tried to stretch out with the force. Nothing. She tried again. Still nothing, it felt as if she had been cut off...

She began to remember. She remembered the others coming and blowing up her hotel. She remembered shielding her apprentice from the explosion, and blacking out after the building collapsed on top of her. After that all she could recall were echoes of emotion washing through the force from Raquel. They were in danger, but not like before. Seems they'd run into a different group, one that needed force suppression collars to keep a Sith under control.

Which explained the cold metal collar she felt around her neck. If it hadn't been for her head trying to tear itself apart, the collar wouldn't be a problem at all. Revan blinked fast a couple of times to try to clear her vision. It didn't help, she figured what ever was wrong with her head was also affecting her vision. She tried to move her hands again, but they were chained to the wall she was sitting in front of.

Things seemed unbelievably quiet. Revan tugged at her cuffs again. They made no sound. She stomped her foot against the solid ground. Nothing. She coughed. It hurt like hell, but she still couldn't hear. That's when she started noticing how haggardly she was breathing.

Shit, Revan thought, I'm deaf, I'm blind, have a cracked rib, something in my head is busted, and this force collar is screwing up my thoughts so much I can't tell if anything else is wrong. Revan took a deep breath. It hurt, but it helped her focus. The problem with suppression collars is that they screw up your mind so that you can't focus enough to use force powers. Revan had long ago learned how to deal with such nonsense, but with as torn up as the inside of her head was, she would have difficulty focusing as it was.

First things first, she needed to heal enough to see and hear. The pain can make a Sith stronger, strong sight and sound makes one keener. She took another deep breath and focused. Everything hurt like hell, and she would definitely need kolto get back to full strength, but she could at least get her eyes and ears back. She focused more, moving beyond the pain. She closed her eyes and imagined the path from her brain to her eyes as being blocked. She further imagined it as rubble blocking a road and that she was a construction crew clearing the debris away. The longer she held that image the more debris was cleared away, the closer she was coming to being able to see. Until her road was hit with another land slide covering up some of the progress, Snapping Revan back to reality.

Sex Scene XI

Shocked, she wondered what had gone wrong. She opened her eyes. The blur she saw in front of her was clearer, but it was still a blur. This particular blur was human. A male, rocking back and forth in a way that the Sith was quite familiar with. Revan could feel him sliding in and out of her. She tried to back away, and for the first time noticed the pain in her shoulder as she pressed it against the wall. The collar seemed to have an unforeseen side effect, it disrupted her ability to feel pain. Revan was glad she couldn't feel everything that was going on.

The man slapped her hard across the face, and she didn't feel any of it. Maybe it was the collar, maybe it was the terrible pain she felt in her head, ribs and shoulder. The slap, then, acted more of a warning to Revan to not resist. So, the Sith just laid back. She tried to focus on healing again, first by trying to block out the pain. She couldn't focus though. On top of the collar and the pain, she had new stimulus throwing her off. Revan found that in spite of all the pain, she was actually getting off on man raping her.

She laughed, knowing her broken ribs would make her regret it. The man also tried to make her regret it, smacking her again. He kept thrusting his thick member into her. Revan began to rock back feeling herself becoming wetter. The man, excited by a willing participant, quickened his pace.

Revan was no great healer, warrior, or telekinetic, but there were two areas where she was brilliant. Strategy and Sex, and it was time to change strategy. She began to shift her focus. Instead of focusing on clearing road ways, Revan decided to use pleasure as a form healing. She focused on it, cutting everything away pushing the pleasure through everything til that's all there was. Rocking back and forth, moving faster and faster. She could feel his hot breath on her. He leaned in and kissed her. Revan accepted, swirling her tongue around his, sucking on it as he pulled away. The Sith felt him on her breasts next as he swirled his tongue around one and then the other, alternating between the two.

She could feel the pleasure building. She was feeding off of it, making it all she was, blocking off the pain. Revan wrapped her long strong legs around him, pulling him closer, taking more. She needed more. The great Sith strategist could feel something more than an orgasm building, something in the force. He pushed in again, and hit Revan in just the right spot. He hit that spot again and again, over and over, driving the raven haired warrior nuts.

“Almost,” she said aloud, “almost there baby just a little farther.” He may have said something in return, she couldn't tell, but he didn't hit her again. Instead he gave it all he had, leaning in to awkwardly kiss her. Revan leaned into it, pouting, almost whimpering as he pulled away. Her breathing got worse, almost suffocating her. It was worth it though as she could feel him moving in and out bringing her to the brink. Revan felt him release inside her, his hot spunk shooting into her. He kept going and Revan felt herself go over the edge.

She gave into the explosion and the pleasure of orgasm sweep her away. She became a being pure pleasure through the force. She could see the man who was fucking her. Revan found herself glad that he was at least hansom. Then things turned a little weird. She could see herself, passed out with the man now laying next to her.

She could move and walk and see and hear. She saw others in the room, but they couldn't see her. She saw her young apprentice, Raquel, laying chained down on a table with male twi'lek fucking her doggy style; and a female mirialan sitting on a table with her legs wrapped around Raquel's head, forcing the girl to eat her out.

Revan could see the mirialan stiffen and quiver and shake as she came to orgasm. The girl rested there for a moment before walking over to the twi'lek and making out with him while he continued to thrust into his Sith captive.

Raquel looked over in Revan's direction. Her eyes grew wide as she saw a shimmering visage of her mistress. Revan put a finger to her lips to shush her apprentice. “Don't worry. You're the only one who can see me. I've learned to use the force to astro-project. I need to heal and then I'll get us out of this. Tell me who they are and I'll get us help.” It took the girl a tremendous effort, but she managed to mouth 'Slavers.'

“Don't worry this will be over soon.” Revan closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of pleasure and thought about the Death's Touch's bridge.

Telos IV: about an hour before the arrival of The Sith Queen

“Do you have it?” Luxa asked from one end a dark ally. Kikri threw a bag that landed with a squish at Luxa's feet. A wide smile formed across the woman's face. “Delicious.”

“We held up our part. Where's Anya and Carth?” Kikri asked.

“Safe. I'll take you to them one condition.”

Kikri squinted in disapproval, “And that is?”

“You've put together a formidable team, and if we put our resources together imagine what we can accomplish. I'll give you the Jedi and the war hero if you let me travel with you.”

Kikri looked back to her Mistress. Mission nodded with a cruel smile. “Alright, welcome to the team.”

“They're actually with one of my men waiting at your ship. Shall we leave?” The quartet departed and headed towards the docks.

When they arrived, Anya spotted Kikri strait away. “What are you doing here?” Anya said with her nosed turned up at the Exile. “Shouldn't you be hiding out in the outer rim licking your wounds?”

Kikri smirked, “Wounds licked. I'm back to try to help stave off the Sith.”

“Anya,” Carth said, “without Kikri you'd already be in the hands of the Sith. So please, try to over look what she's done in the past.”

“Right. I mean its not like she was part of Revan's inner circle or anything. I'm sure she's not just trying to figure out where the Jedi resistance is basing its operations from.” Anya retorted sarcastically.

Kikri walked over to Anya. She took off her shirt and turned around, “Do you see the scar across the middle of my back? After the war the Jed exiled me, sent me away, and told me to never come back to Republic Space. First time I saw Revan out there she gave me. After that, I spent the better part of five years completely cut off from the force only to find it again recently. So, if you don't want my help bringing down this Sith Empire, then fine; stay here and get picked up by Darth Troia. Their will be one less Jedi to stand against the Sith, and one more Sith trying to drag the galaxy into darkness.”

Anya backed down. “Sorry,” she said, “I didn't know. You're right we should take all the help we can get. Welcome to the Jedi Rebellion.”

Kikri put her shirt back on as Mission punched the code she was given into key pad to the hanger.

“What the fuck!” Mission said as the hanger door opened up and the Ebon Hawk was missing.

“Where is the ship?” Carth asked.

“You sure we have the right hanger?” Anya said.

“Yeah,” Mission said, “it took my pass-code.”

Atton turned to Luxa, “You wouldn't happen to know anything about this?”

“I know every illegal organization in this sector from the local swoop bike gangs to The Keepers of the Miit.”

“Fuck she couldn't even say the whole thing in Mando'a,” Kikri said under her breath.

“What?” Mission, who was standing closest to her, asked.

“Are The Keepers of the Miit based on this planet?” Kikri asked to Luxa.

“Yes.”

“Can you take us to them? They have our ship.”

“What?” most everyone said in unison, turning towards Kikri.

“I don't have time to explain now. Luxa, can you take us to them?”

“Yeah. They're main bass is located near the pole,outside the quarantine zone, but if I call in a favor from the director of Czerka we can get the proper transportation there.”

About a half an hour later they were all back in the hanger looking at a POS transport vessel that Czerka had been kind enough to give them.

“You've got to be kidding me,” Atton said looking at the rust bucket.

“Look it doesn't need to be space worth,” Carth said trying to be positive, “it just needs to take us to the other side of the planet.”

“Oh, and she'll do that for you all right. I'll make sure of it,” said a voice coming emerging from the hatch of the craft, a zabrak followed the voice out. “Czerka wants me to tag along with you.”

“Why? They afraid we won't give them their junk ship back?” Anya chimed in with her growing doubts about their escape.

Kikri stepped up from behind where every one was arguing, “We don't have any other options. Just board and we'll get out of here.”

“Oh, I'm sorry General I didn't see you there. I'm Bao Dur. I served as an engineer under you during the war, but that was a long time ago,” the zabrak said. “Now follow me and we'll be at the pole as soon as I can get you there.”

Telos IV: TSF Command Headquarters

“What the hell do you mean, 'The Jedi isn't here anymore',” an annoyed Darth Troia demanded of the Chief of TSF.

“What I mean,” Batu Rem, the Chief, began, “is that we had her here in our custody, but...”

“But she escaped with the aid of the biggest organized crime element in the sector, right? You lost her in less than a day.”

“We have the ability to keep any and all ships grounded in times of emergency, and that's what we've done. We at least know she's still on the planet.”

Troia smiled angrily, “Great, so if we search the whole planet there is a chance we'll find her.”

“Well you have the entire resources of my force at your command.”

Troia reached out with through the Force and began to squeeze Batu's throat as if trying to make it pop, “Its your force that got infiltrated by criminal low lives, it was your force that lost the most important prisoner you've ever had in your custody, but,” Troia said as she felt the life ebbing out of captains body, “it will be my Force that will rectify this mess you've made.” She closed her fist dramatically. Bones could be heard popping in the mans neck as his whole body went limp. Troia released her hold and the man instantly dropped to the floor. “Get this corpse out of my site,” the Sith Lord demanded coldly. Two TSF officers picked up their former Chief and pulled him out of the room.

“Captain Griesheim,” Troia called.

“Present, my Lady,” a handsome man, strong yet intelligent, with brown hair, said as he stepped to attention.

“I am promoting you to Chief of Operations on an interim bases for the TSF. When we find this Jedi you can expect your new position to be permanent. Now what leads do you have?”

“Well the leading theory was that they were hiding out underground. There was a twi'lek with them who we believe has a connection to the swoop bike gangs.”

“You don't sound convinced.”

“No,” he replied, “my guess is that the went to one of the quarantine zones. With all the fall out radiation still in those area's, our sensors get shot to hell. If I wanted to hide from the TSF that's where I'd go.”

Troia turned back to look at Lucciola and Chienne to see if they were picking up anything from the force. “That's where Anya is,” Chienne said with certainty. Troia watched as Lucciola stretched out with the Force.

“I'm sensing a strange presence north of us, it seems familiar though,” Lucciola said before opening her eyes and cutting her connection.

Troia turned to the new TSF Chief, “If you were going to the quarantine zones, how would you get there?”

“Well of course you need to be part of the reclamation crew to get out there . The only ones who can give clearance to ships to head out there are Czerka Corp and the Ithorian. Even the TSF doesn't have authorization to give clearance to civilian vessels.”

“Lets go talk to Czerka. If the Exchange are helping our fleeing Jedi, then those morals loving Ithorians won't want anything to do with her. Chief Griesheim, lead on. I hope for your sake they're not hiding with the swoop bike gangs.”

Telos IV: Czerka Headquarters

Troia, Lucciola, Carmella, Captain Taylor, and Chief Griesheim strode down a corridor followed by six elite sith troopers and about a dozen TSF personnel; all headed towards Czerka Headquarters. When they arrived a blast door was closed across the entrance.

“Looks like some one is expecting us,” Darth Troia said. Angered she turned to Griesheim, “Seems as though you're going to have lots of house cleaning to do. Swoop gangs, Czerka; is there any one who can't get up to the minute information on your actions.”

“Are we going to make pay for this Mistress?” Captain Taylor said as she assembled her troopers to blow the door.

“At the next stop. Right now we need to make this quick. I'm not letting this Jedi get off the planet.”

“Yes Mistress,” the Dark Captain said. She turned to her lieutenant. He nodded understanding the need for speed before giving a thumbs up, signaling the charges were ready. “Follow our lead,” Taylor said to Griesheim and his men before nodding to her trooper. With a loud explosion the door blew into the room, and like a shot the three Sith flew in after it.

Laser fire erupted as the Sith encountered Czerka's hired guns. Chief Griesheim could hear the disorganized shouts and screams of the mercenary. Soon, Captain Taylor and her well armoured sith troopers entered the fray. Griesheim heard the troopers fire off a volley before he gathered his small force and ran into the Czerka offices. Only to find that it was all over. There were a couple of mercs laying on the ground writhing in pain. One was missing an arm, and the other looked as though he had taken a blaster bolt to the chest and was starting to bleed out. There was another merc with her hands against the wall. A sith trooper had his blaster rifle on her, while another searched her.

“Ah, Chief Griesheim,” Troia said, calling his attention over to her and the mirialan who she was choking the life from. Darth Chienne, who had been standing beside her master, Lucciola; walked over to the Chief, pulling his blaster to her outstretched hand with the Force. Griesheim, having never seen the Force in use before, was so amazed and terrified that he almost didn't recognize her as Jana Lorso, the CEO of this branch of Czerka. “Since you missed all the fun, we'll let you enjoy finishing up,” Troia said as Chienne handed the Chief back his blaster gesturing to two mercs writhing on the ground in pain.

The TSF Chief had never in his life seen anything as beautiful or as terrifying as the three Sith before him. Without a moments hesitation, or another choice, he grabbed the blaster and fired a shot into the heads of each of the wounded captives. When he had finished, Griesheim looked at Chienne who motioned over to the other merc who had her hands pressed against the wall. He walked over to her, kicked her knees so that she collapsed on the ground, put his blaster to her head and squeezed one off.

Troia looked down at suffocating mirialan, “Now, that's what happens to worthless beings that have nothing we need. You get to live if you can prove yourself to be useful. Where was Luxa headed?”

Jana gargled out something incoherent. “You'll have to speak up,” Troia taunted. Jana choked out something more and the only things coherent were the words 'center,' 'north' and 'pole.'

Troia released the business woman. “See, now that wasn't so hard was it?”

Jana rubbed her neck and looked at the Sith, “If you're heading there, take out that bitch of a Jedi who's hiding up there for me.”

Troia smiled, pleasantly surprised by her captives willingness to volunteer information, “Oh, and just who is this Jedi bitch?”

“I never caught her name, but that ice cold bitch has been a thorn in my side since we began our operations here,” replied Jana.

“An 'ice cold bitch?'” questioned Troia.

“Never met any one colder.” Troia flashed a look of recognition towards Lucciola who nodded in agreement.

“As a reward for this information, I'm going to let you live.” Troia said before turning to Captain Taylor. “We need to move fast. I'm taking Griesheim and his men to deal with this. Take this whore back to the ship and chain her up in my quarters and return with a squadron of fighters and additional ground support. I'm not letting the last member of the Jedi Council flee my grasp again.”

Telos IV: Keepers of the Miit Base

“Shit, something hit us,” Bao Dur called back to the rest of the crew. “Strap in we're going down.”

“Don't you have sensors on this thing!?!” A panicked Atton shouted.

“Damn it Atton. I'm an engineer not a pilot, if you want to fly next time, be my guest.”

Kikri was jostled again as the ship shuddered almost bouncing her into the ceiling. She landed hard on the deck. When she regained her bearings, she looked up to see Carth was swearing loudly and there was a bright white light. Next thing she knew, everything went black.

Kikri's eyes shot open from the burning pain on her ass and the loud crack that accompanied it. She immediately tried to get a sense of what was going on. She was naked. CRACK! More intense pain. Her eyes started to well up with tears. She was suspended above the floor. Hanging from her arms, which, from the cold metal around her wrists, felt chained to the ceiling. CRACK! Another painful strike to her hind quarters and she almost screamed out in pain. Her feet also had chains around them, pulling her whole form tight. Her captor still hadn't revealed themselves yet. It was either one of the Sith or...

CRACK! This one struck right between her crack connecting with her puckered hole. Kikri couldn't hold it back any longer. She let out a scream.

“That's better. I'm glad that I can still make you scream.” Kikri could hear the cruel cold smile in her captive's voice, one she knew to well. CRACK! The Jedi cried out again as the whip nailed her ass once more, crossing an already inflamed stripe of red to form an X. “You've got a lot of nerve coming here you fucken bitch.” CRACK! Kikri screamed again as tears streamed down her face.

“If you didn't want me here, Atris, then why did you steal my ship?” Kikri retorted. Her response was met with another loud crack.

The cold Jedi master smiled at Kikri's screams. “This is my planet, my domain. The moment you stepped on this world your life was forfeit.”

CRACK! Atris nailed Kikri again with her whip. “Atris if you still have a shred of warmth or feeling left in your body you'll let me and my friends go.”

CRACK! “You're the reason why there is no warmth or feeling left in me. I betrayed the code for you!” CRACK! “I went against everything I was because I loved you!” CRACK! “And then you,” CRACK! “left me!” CRACK! “for the war!” CRACK! “and for HER!” CRACK CRACK CRACK!

Kikri almost blacked out from the thrashing. She brought out a side of Atris that no one else could. The Exile called on the Force for the first time since she entered the enraged presence of her former love. Just as the Exile feared all the anger Atris was feeling had been pushed into the Force. The Dark Side maybe more offensive; but as far as healing is concerned, unless she was gonna suck the life out of Atris, it sucked for healing. She was going to have to dig deep. After a moment of strained concentration and stifled breathing she was able to muster enough strength to speak. “Well if you don't want to lose me to her again then you...” Kikri had to stop again and cut through the pain to focus, “should really let me go.”

“Why?” asked Atris.

“Cuz the Sith, Darth Troia, is probably already here on the planet and it won't take her too long to find us.”

The rage that Kikri had been feeling from Atris exploded, “You brought Sith to my planet. You twat, can't you do anything right?” Atris unleashed all her rage upon Kikri through her whip. She beat her former lover as hard as she could, only relenting when the exiled Jedi passed out. Breathing heavily the Jedi Master paused, took a breath and calmed herself.

“You two,” the recomposed Jedi said turning to two of her echani handmaidens, who had witnessed the whole thing, snapped to attention. “Take her to her ship and release her crew to it as well, we need to...” She was cut short as alarm klaxons began to blare. “Shit, get them out of here and then meet me at my ship. We're getting the hell out of here.”

By the time the two echani had carried the Exile to the Ebon Hawk, her friends had already gotten the message to get the hell out and were preparing the ship. Carth, who had been getting the engines fired up, looked out of the view briefly and caught a glimpse of Kikri's haggard and helped approach. “Oh hell,” he said aloud before motioning to Mission. Mission looked up just long enough for her brain to send her racing towards her Jedi, with Carth, Luxa, and Anya chasing close behind her.

When Mission reached the Exile, she took over for one of the handmaidens in supporting the the exhausted girls weight. “I'm here now baby,” the twi'lek whispered into her Jedi's ear.

Kikri gave a reassuring smile before saying to her mistress, “Remind me to never piss off a former lover again.”

“And just how many others are there?” Mission said in a jokingly stern tone.

Kikri smirked before her mood dramatically changed. Her eyes grew wide with terror as she heard a familiar hum followed by a red flash passing through Luxa's neck, severing her head from her shoulders.

In a flash, Anya had her lightsaber ready and lunged to block a blow aimed at Carth's head. Carth ducked away pulling out both of his blaster and trained them on the nearest Sith. There was a flurry of shots that were easily handled by Darth Troia.

“Carth, is that any way to greet an old friend?” Smiled the Sith as she slashed forward towards the former Republic soldier. He rolled back, just ducking out of the path Troia's dual-bladed saber. Carth pulled his blasters back into firing position and squeezed the triggers. Only to watch sparks fly from the sliced off ends. Anya quickly jumped to his defense before Troia could finish him off.

Anya was out matched against Troia alone, barley managing to keep up. When her former master and best joined the fray, she was taking minor flesh wounds all over as the Sith moved them away them away from the cargo hatch of the Ebon Hawk. The handmaiden that had been carrying the Exile joined the fray with her vibro-staff whirling to meet Troia's blazing red blade. Troia disengaged from the Jedi, knowing that Lucciola and Chienne were more than a match for her.

Smiling Troia, took pleasure in dismantling this minor pest. In two moves she'd broken the handmaiden's staff in half, and in three more her blade was exiting through the back of the young echani. The Sith Queen was now free to move against Kikri and her two supporters.

“Hello Mission,” Troia smiled. “I haven't seen you since I left you for dead on a beach on the Star Forge planet.” Troia jabbed her blade forward to stab Mission through the chest, but the attack was parried.

“Thanks for saving me trouble of having to come look for you,” the Sith spat as Atris jumped into the fray. The last Jedi Master Force pushed Troia as hard as she could and ran to Anya's defense. The Master gave the Knight a momentary reprieve as she took the full brunt of Lucciola and Chienne's attacks.

“Get Kikri the hell out of here!” Atris shouted at Anya as she blocked another lightning fast combo and tried her best to position the two Sith away from the ramp. The Master made a good enough maneuver to give them enough space to get through. With Anya, Kikri, and the two girls carrying her on the embarkation ramp, Carth hit the release switch and the ramp began to retract back into the ship. And as it slowly began to retract, Troia jumped onto it, once again cutting the Jedi from safety.

Troia lunged towards Anya, and in the Jedi's desperation she threw everything she had into a Force push. Much to her surprise and that of the Sith Master, the attack worked better than anything Anya had ever tried, even when she was fully rested. Troia was flung from the opening of the ship along with an accidental by-standard. Kikri turned to see an unconscious Carth and a swearing Darth Troia, lying intertwined and far flung from the Ebon Hawk.

“We're all on, get us out of here,” Mission yelled to Atton, and immediately they felt the ship lurch and take off.

“What about Carth?” Kikri questioned quietly to her mistress.

“Later,” the blue twi'lek said in a stern tone.

Exhausted, Kikri turned Anya, “I didn't know that you had that in you.”

“Neither did I,” she replied.

Chief Griesheim and his squad finally arrived in the hanger, after having cleared the rest of the base, just in time see the Ebon Hawk rise up to take off. His team fired several volleys into the ship, and he found himself firing as well. He turned to see two of the Sith crossing blades with Jedi.

“You'll have to kill me, Sith Bitch,” Atris, covered in burn marks, yelled at the Sith as Darth Troia rushed to engage her.

“You're not getting of that easy,” retorted an enraged Troia. With all of her hate and anger at being pushed around by this icy cunt, she shot off an impressive displace of Sith lightning at Atris. Its sent the master flying into a wall knocking her unconscious.

Troia, recomposing herself after such a viscous attack, turned to the TSF officer. “Chief Griesheim!” She yelled, “so kind of you to join us, any casualties?”

“We found four echani females, all well trained. Two of them are still alive, all mine are accounted for, my Lady” the man replied.

“Good, collect the former Republic Officer Carth Onasi and see to it that he makes it to my ship. Treat him with the utmost caution, I've seen him escape some of the worst situation ever.”

“Yes, my Lady,” Griesheim said and then handed Troia a data pad.

“What's this?”

“I managed to hit their ship with a tracking beacon,” he replied.

The Sith Queen smiled, “Very Impressive Chief Griesheim. Be on my ship later and we'll discuss your next command.”

“Yes, my Lady,” Griesheim said with a broad smile.

Troia then turned to her comlink, “Captain Tailor.”

“Yes Mistress?” the comlink squawked back.

“We have a tracer on the Ebon Hawk, let them go, but don't make it too easy. We'll catch them when they land.”

“As you wish, Mistress.”

Troia walked over to Lucciola and Chienne. “How is the bitch?”

“She's out as cold as her demeanor.”

“Good. Did you catch the name of the half naked girl they were dragging to the ship?”

“No,” Lucciola replied, “but I felt her unmistakable presence. It was the Exile.”

“We need to let Revan know right away.”

Ebon Hawk

“Shit shit shit!” Cursed Atton as two more Sith Fighters unleashed a salvo each across the ships bow, knocking out the shields on that side.

“How long 'til hyperspace?” Mission asked as she arrived at the cockpit.

“We just need to clear orbit and then we can punch it. That T3 droid has had coordinates punched in since they captured him. Remind me to give him a hot oil bath when we get out of this.” Bao-Dur replied flipping some switches on a side pannel

Another Salvo came in, lighting up the damage display board like a night in Coruscaunt. “Can't you maneuver away from that?” The twi'lek demanded.

“We're in the atmosphere, it makes things a little difficult. Why don't you go be helpful and man the turret,” Atton with more than a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Fine.” Mission said storming off down the hall.

The Hawk raced forward with at least half a dozen fighters hot on its tail. “Come on, baby, come on!” Atton pleaded with the ship as the sky was quickly fading to black. “We're CLEAR!” He shouted over joyed, “PUNCH IT!” Bao-Dur flipped some more switches and the ship lurched into hyperspace and not a moment too soon.

It seemed as though every one took a sigh of relief. Kikri had recovered and was feeling almost 100 percent as her and Atton helped their three new crew mates settled in. Soon afterward, they were all gathered together in the common room to figure out where they were going to go from here.

“Right now we're just traveling through hyperspace to pretty much dead space, nothing around but a good place to pick a new heading. I for one think we should head to Nar Shaddaa. No better place to hide out and let things cool off. While we're there we can even get our transponder codes changed, so that we don't flash the name of a ship every Sith and bounty hunter in the galaxy will be after,” Atton, who had been standing, sat down offering the floor up to further opinion.

“We can't!” Anya said immediately and emphatically. “I'm on a mission to Onderon. We've heard reports that there is resistance against the Sith there. My job is to give additional support to the dissenters and determine how much aid is needed from the main resistance movement. I've already been delayed far too long, any more time could be too costly.”

Kikri looked at Mission before speaking, “I don't think we can hide out indefinitely on Nar Shaddaa, there is no cooling down from the heat the Sith bring. But the criminal element available there could definitely get us some illegal transponders. So at any rate, I agree that we should start there. And we still need to find a way to rescue Carth. We have no time to lose on that, but I'd imagine we'd have to take on Revan herself to get him back.”

“Carth falling into enemy hands is a disaster. He was one of our links between cells, making sure that they could see the full picture. As well as helping any lost Jedi, like myself, get in touch with the resistance and out of the hands of the Sith.”

“So basically if they make Carth talk, they'll be given the keys to half of your resistance. Is that accurate?” Bao-Dur asked.

“Yes, just about,” the Knight replied.

“Do we have anyway to warn them?” Kikri asked. “Cuz it might just be easier to hide and reorganize than it would be to take on the entire Sith council.”

“Yes, our leaders are on Dantooine.”

“Alright, here's what I propose. Carth's position is unfortunate, but we can't do anything with just the six of us. We'll go to Nar Shaddaa and get a transponder change, and lose anything that's following us. The only thing worse than Carth being forced to talk is if we lead the Sith right to the resistance to start with. After its as safe as it can be, we'll go to Dantooine and help them get reorganized. I'm sorry Anya, but it seems as though your mission is of far less importance than saving the resistance as a whole.”

“Alright, I concur,” agreed the young Jedi.

Kikri turned to the handmaiden that was more or less drug into this situation, “Is there some place we should drop you, or are you coming to save the galaxy from the Sith?”

“Mistress Atris has trained me to fight Sith with out the use of the force. I find myself eager to test my skills.”

“Alright,” Kikri said, finding the girls answer a little weird. “And Bao-Dur, I assume that you're in.”

“I'll follow you any where General.”

“Good. Atton, how long til we reach our turn around point?”

“We're still a ways away. So it seems like we have some chill time.”

“Sounds good, I think I'll take a nap til then,” Kikri announced as she stood up and headed towards her sleeping quarters.

Sex Scene XII

The Exile stripped down and went to bed wearing only her panties and a t-shirt that extended just below her breasts. She fell asleep almost as soon as she hit her bed. Kikri was roused from her sleep some time later. She'd lost all track of time, and the only coherent thing the Exile really knew was something between her legs was starting to feel really really good. She opened her eyes some and looked to see Atton's head wiggling around as he ate her out. She smiled and cooed and looked to her side. Where she found Mission smiling back at her. The blue girl moved in and kissed her Jedi on her beautiful full lips. Kikri leaned into the kiss returning it with fervor as the two lovers' tongues met before passing into each other's mouth.

Kikri focus on her mistress began to falter as the man between her legs started to work his magic tongue. She started breathing in deeply as Atton had her other lips pulled apart with his fingers and plunged his tongue in deep swirling it all around. The Jedi began to writhe around, using her hand that wasn't caressing her mistress' face to grab her sheets, in an effort to brace herself.

Mission moved to get on top of Kikri, so that the twi'lek was now straddling her slave with her ass just above Atton's head. It was an awkward moment as Mission tried to maintain the kiss. Once the master was on top of her slave she went right back to devouring the girl. Her kisses trailed down from Kikri's mouth to the Jedi's neck. The twi'lek slipped both her hands under the Exile's shrunken shirt to give her access to the Jedi's gorgeous breasts.

Kikri moaned as Mission began to play with her nipples. Pinching them and rubbing them until they were nice and erect. All the while the twi'lek continued to kiss girls neck while Atton redoubled his efforts on Kikri's pussy. He put his middle finger up the girls ass, and watched her squirm in approval. The Exile couldn't keep her focus on Mission any more.

Kikri closed her eyes and arched her back. She could feel herself coming closer to the edge. Just a little further. She bucked her hips trying to get more of Atton inside her as she almost got there. Almost, just a little farther. Atton held her on the edge for just another moment and then... Kikri bit her lip to stifle a scream, that never came. As the the impending orgasm began to get farther away, the disappointed Exile looked up to see what happened.

Mission was still on top of her but with a smile on her face, “Aww, we wouldn't want to get you worn out, not when I have a task for you, slave.”

“What is it Mistress?” Kikri asked, trying not to sound to disappointed that she wouldn't be able to cum.

The twi'lek scowled at her slave, “Next time I say I have a task for you, show a little more enthusiasm. We'll discuss your punishment later.”

“Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress.”

“Aww...” Mission said leaning in to kiss her beautiful slave on her pouting lips, “don't worry, you'll enjoy this task.” The twi'lek slipped a finger into Kikri, just enough to keep her Jedi fired. “Seems there is a certain mechanic who still has it hard for a certain 'General.'” Teased Mission as she removed her finger from the girl. “He's in the garage right now, maybe he can give you what you need.”

Mission got off of Kikri, and Kikri almost shot out of the room as she headed towards the Iridonian. “Hey,” the twi'lek called to her Jedi. Kikri turned around and was almost hit in the head by a pair of panties thrown at her, “you might need these... at least to start with.” The Exile smirked sarcastically at her mistress and slid them on before heading down the corridor.

“That smirk is going to cost her, but she can have her fun now,” the twi'lek said a loud. Turning to Atton, she smiled and said, “If you're good, I'll let you help me discipline her.”

“That sounds good, Mistress.”

“I thought so. Now I was getting jealous watching you go at her with so much fervor. Now show me why I'm your Mistress and your my slave,” Mission spread her legs and pushed Atton's head between them. “Show me how much of a pro you are with that tongue.” Atton went to work strait away, and in moments Mission was squealing with delight.

Kikri, who had been rushing towards the garage, slowed her pace as she made the last turn. Bao-Dur had his shirt off and was elbow deep in grease, as he worked on a swoop bike. As the Exile came near, the Ithorian slid out from under the bike. “Oh, hello there General,” he said, and Kikri caught him eying her up. “Forgive me for not saluting,” he said gesturing to all the grease.

“That's okay, I'm not a general anymore,” she replied. She was impressed by his well toned physique, his six pack and strong arms.

“You'll always be General to me.”

Kikri blushed slightly, “Can I help you up?”

“No, I'd just get you covered in grease.”

“Well here let me give you something to clean that off.”

“Yeah, I think there is a rag over there,” Bao-Dur looked away from the Exile for the first time since she entered the room and gestured to a table over on a corner.

“Oh, here. Use this,” Bao-Dur was hit in the head by some sort of cloth. He pulled it off and looked at Kikri.

Sex Scene XIII

“Umm.. General,” the Iridonian said, gawking at the sight of his general topless.

“Yes?” Kikri said coyly.

“General, your shirt?”

Kikri smiled, “Keep it, you need it clean up for what's coming next.”

“Next?”

“Mhm... We need to deal with that bulge in your pants next.” Kikri seductively said as she slinked down towards Bao-Dur highly evident erection. The Exile was down on her hands and knees. Her eyes level with the engineers crotch. She leaned in and blew hot air on the Ithorian's restricted member. Kikri looked up to see Bao going crazy.

“Hmm... seems as though we have something trying to escape.” The Jedi slid Bao-Dur's pants down his legs and threw them in a pile on the floor. There was now only the ithorian's boxers separating his erection from the Exile. Kikri seemed content with that for the moment. She grabbed his hard cock through the thin layer of cloth and began to stroke it, inciting a sharp intake of air from her former subordinate. She leaned in put her mouth around the bulge and ran her lips across it before she returned to rubbing it with her hands.

Kikri finally slipped the ithorian's boxer off, freeing him completely. She stood up and turned so that she was faced away from Bao. The Exile, standing up strait, began to slowly slide off her panties only bending at the waist. She let her panties hit the floor, but not before she was bent over completely at the waist. Looking past her ankles she asked, “So what do you think?”

Bao-Dur picked his jaw up from the floor. “I think I'm ready for some more,” he replied.

Kikri smiled, “Well you're in luck.” She crawled back over Bao-Dur, leaned in and kissed him. She pressed her chest against him and slid back. She broke the kiss, but now had Bao's dick resting up against her pussy and ass. Kikri smiled at him and rubbed up and down on his shaft, coating it with her already slick vagina.

The Exile smiled at the blissful anguish on Bao-Dur's face. She kept it up, feeling his member twitching against her, seeing how long it would take for him to make a move. Kikri found herself impressed. Bao lasted longer than most, certainly longer than Atton. She smiled to herself, knowing that she'd have to use that against the smuggler. When the ithorian finally gave in he grabbed onto her thighs to stop her momentum. “General, if you keep this up you're gonna have to wait til round two.”

“Oh, so you want me to stop?” Kikri said as she started to get up. Bao-Dur held onto her thighs keeping her from leaving., and making her so that her dripping pussy was hanging right above his cock now.

“No, I was just thinking about trying a new position.” He then lowered her onto his erection. They both seemed to be holding their breath as Kikri's snatch slowly enveloped Bao-Dur's dick. The Exile, in control of the speed now, lowered herself tormentingly slow onto the iridonian. She knew exactly how to push his buttons. Pushing him to his limits on anticipation alone. Kikri finally had him all the way inside and the Bao released a sigh of relief.

The Exile held him. Feeling him inside her. Bao took his hands and put them on her breasts. Squeezing and pinching them, trying to drive his general as crazy as she was making him. Kikri bent forward and kissed him, rocking off of Bao's cock. She whispered to him, “Are you ready?”

He just nodded in reply. Kikri rocked back on his cock and Bao reached out and grabbed her breasts. For leverage, the Exile put her hands on Bao's chest. Then she started for real. She slid up and then fell back down on Bao's rock hard cock. The Exile kept pushing, increasing her pace as she got more comfortable. Eventually, Kikri took her hands off of Bao and put them one over top his hand on one of her breasts, and the other went up to play with her hair as bit her bottom lip to stifle a lewd moan. She could sense him coming closer. She bounced up and down on his cock a little more, driving the iridonian completely mad. He was about to explode and even opened his mouth to say so when she stopped. The Jedi rested for a moment. Bao, his shaft all the way inside his general, began to squirm, trying desperately to finish off.

Kikri smiled at his vain attempts. “Not yet. I want to try something else with you first.” The Exile slowly, as to not set her stiff engineer off, got off of Bao-Dur. She seductively strode over to the near by work bench that was about waist height. The sexy Jedi bent over the table her long smooth legs leading sensually up to her smooth alabaster ass. With her breasts resting on the cold metal of the work bench, Kikri looked back over her shoulder at Bao. She placed her hands on her butt and and spread her cheeks wide. “Bao, come over here and fuck me in the ass.”

The Exile was smiling at him, shaking her ass seductively. Bao-Dur stood up, “General, I think that is the best order that you've ever given me.” He strode over to her, and rubbed her gushing gash with her hand, spreading some of the juices up to her puckered hole to give her some lubrication. The ithorian rubbed his cock over her entrance, smearing it with pre-cum. Bao lined himself with one hand and used the other to spread her open. “Brace yourself General.” He gave her hardly enough time to brace herself before her rammed his cock in deep and hard. She elicited a squeal and Bao smiled broadly, “I thought teases liked it rough.”

Kikri grunted trying to get the pain under control. Through gritted teeth she asked, “Are you trying to say I've been a pain in the ass?”

Bao shoved a little more of his hard member in getting another squeal from his general. “You could say that,” he stated with a grunt. Placing his hands on her hips he switched to a more gentle tone, “Try relaxing General. Relaxation is key.”

Kikri kept that in mind as Bao slowly worked his cock back and forth. She was really turned on, but she could only feel pain as he rocked back in and out. For the first time in a long long time, the Exile opened herself up to the force fully. She could sense Atton and Mission in the other room. They were still going at it hard. Kikri locked on to that and used it, filled herself up with it. The Exile combined that with her pain suppression techniques, and soon Bao's cock in her ass was wonderful.

Kikri began rocking back and forth in time with her lover's thrusts. He began speeding up and the Exile eased off on the force, trusting that Bao could please her all on his own. She smiled at how well he was doing doing. She bucked her hips faster, grinding harder into him. The Exile let out a yelp when Bao playfully smacked her rocking ass. “Yeah!” She yelled joyously, “Yeah yeah yeah! Fuck my ass! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like the dirty slut I am! Yeah Fuck me hard!” The Exile trailed off into loud moans and grunts. She was about to come. He was about to come, and Kikri knew that she needed to complete her mission for her mistress.

Quickly the Jedi imagined her lover's stiff cock inside of her. She further imagined his balls hanging beneath him and imagined a chord wrapped around them. Finally through the Force she made the chord and tightened it just before he came, preventing his orgasm. He grunted in frustration but continued to plow into his general. “Bao,” the tease said with a smile on her face, “my mistress wants you to be hers.”

“You're ma ma mistress?” he stammered as he was right on the edge.

“Yes Bao, Mission, the twi'lek. I belong to her. You'd do anything for me wouldn't you Bao?”

“General you know that I would.”

“Then become my Mistress' slave and myself and my Mistress will show you unending pleasures.”

“As you command General.” With those words she smiled and as she could continue to feel Bao ramming his cock into her she also felt Mission's presence along with a familiar Force ability. The Exile smiled knowing that her Mistress would be pleased

Kikri held firm to her Force hold on the new slave. She played with her breasts and continued to rock into him as her orgasm rebuilt its self. His cock sliding in and out of her tight ass faster and faster as they both tried to cum. Kikri felt the pressure build, and didn't hold back any longer. With an explosion she came. Her juices shot out of her cunt soaking the slave behind her. She smiled looked at Bao who was sweating, moving as fast as he could trying to come. Kikri could feel another orgasm building inside her and decided to hang onto the engineer for just a little longer.

“That's it slave fuck me, fuck me hard! Fuck me as hard as you can! Fucken pound my ass! You're gonna make me cum again! Oh yeah! Fuck yeah! FUUUUCK!” She screamed as she slammed all the way down on Bao's stiff rod, releasing her hold. They came together. Bao fired his hot spunk into his beloved General, he was shuddering from the strength of his orgasm. Bao slumped down over his general pressing her into the work bench. They were both panting trying to regain their breath.

Kikri looked up at him and then kissed him. “Mistress will be most pleased with you,” she said and then kissed him passionately again.

Sex Scene XIV

Mission laid back on the bed as Atton made her cum again. She took a moment to relish it before she pulled her slaves head from between her legs and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. “And now its time for your mission slave. We have a Jedi on this ship that doesn't yet belong to me. You're going to help me rectify this situation.”

“Mistress,” Atton said hesitantly, “maybe Kikri would be better suited for this.”

Furiously Mission asked, “Are you telling me no, slave?!”

“No Mistress its just that...”

“Silence!” The twi'lek boomed. “I'll punish you along with Kikri later. Now come with me.”

The two strode, stark naked, down the corridor to the med bay. Anya was in there checking on the all the nicks and cuts that this Sith had dealt to her during their battle. The strawberry blonde Jedi had her hair pulled back with a simple hair tie. To better inspect every cut, she had stripped down to a white camisole that was small on her and came just down to her navel, and a pair of simple white panties. Anya looked up from what she was doing, and gasped wide as the blue twi'lek and her male companion entered the room completely naked.

Mission took advantage of the Jedi's gaping mouth. The twi'lek grabbed the back of the girl's head a kissed her. Anya put her hands on Mission's chest and pushed off in an attempt to break the kiss. Mission held strong however, she even moved to Jedi's hand so that it was now cupping the twi'lek's breast.

Atton had moved in behind Anya and pressed up tight against her. She was now sandwiched between the pair. The Jedi could feel Mission's erect breasts against her and Atton's erect member at the top of her butt and small of her back. Mission finally broke the kiss and moved down to kiss the Jedi's neck, while Atton reached his hand around and began rubbing the girl's pussy through her panties.

“Stop. Get off of me,” Anya pleaded as Atton snuck his hand inside of the girl's panties.

“Stop?” Mission said hotly on the girl's neck, “you don't want me to stop.” Anya's mind became fuzzy and the words became the forefront of her thoughts. Stopping was most certainly what she wanted the twi'lek and smuggler to do and yet... A wave of passion ripped through her as Atton slid his index finger inside the girls pussy.

His finger moved back and forth in her making her hot all over, and that fuzzy thought pattern seemed to be the truth. She found herself repeating Mission's words almost verbatim, “I don't want you to stop.”

“Good,” the seductive twi'lek cooed, “now let us make you feel good.” Anya had said she didn't want to stop, but even as Mission was pulling the camisole over her head, the Jedi was only becoming more self conscious. That all changed when Atton found her g-spot. She almost collapsed at the sudden influx of pleasure. The blonde embraced Mission to keep herself from falling. The twi'lek in turn began sucking on the Jedi's neck.

Hands were roving all over Anya now. Atton was keeping one hand in the Jedi's now moist pussy as well as using the other play with one of her breasts. Mission, in addition to her roaming lips, had roaming hands. One was almost always playing with the nipple that Atton wasn't playing with, and the other was running from her neck down to her ass, sending shivers up her spine the entire time. Anya was going on pleasure overload like she had never been before. Her mind kept telling her to stop, but the pleasure that was continually growing between her legs wouldn't let her.

Atton shifted his finger in her a little too make space for another one. The smuggler smiled as he felt her squirm, trying accommodate the extra finger. Soon enough though Anya was rocking in time with the rhythm Atton was setting.

Mission also shifted from kissing the Jedi's neck and the occasional nibble on the ear. The blue girl met Anya's eyes and then kissed the blonde. Anya didn't resist the kiss at all this time, Atton and Mission had only been making her feel good up to this point, this couldn't hurt. And it didn't, Mission was an amazing kisser. The way she swirled her tongue around, they way her hot moist breath felt, it was also amazing that Anya kissed back.

Anya felt great all over, but especially on her breasts and in her pussy. In fact, the pleasure in her moist snatch was growing faster. It was expanding exponentially, rapidly building towards something that the Jedi had never experienced before. She tried to keep kissing the beautiful twi'lek in front of her but her focus faded on the girl and all she could think about was the burning desire spiraling towards a spectacular finish. Anya threw her head back. Mission took the opportunity to fiercely kiss the blonde's neck, she pleased watching her future slave buck Atton's fingers trying to cum.

With a couple of thrusts more from the smuggler's fingers, the moan Jedi let out a loud cry of pleasure. Ecstasy rushed rushed in to fill every fiber of her being. Atton's continued probing made her think this feeling of pleasure would last for ever. But like all good things it slowly subsided, and Anya stood between her two lovers, panting heavily as she clung onto Mission for support.

“How was that?” Mission asked knowing full well what kind of answer to expect.

The strawberry blonde Jedi smiled broadly, “That was the most incredible thing I have ever felt. I can't believe I never tried anything like that.”

Mission smiled, “Never?”

“Well I have kissed a guy before, but I've never... ah...”

“Orgasmed?” Mission finished and Anya nodded. “So you're still a virgin?” Anya nodded. “Well you're in luck. If you thought Atton was good with his fingers, just wait til you feel him inside you... That is, if you want more.” Anya trying not to seem like a slut, did say it but merely nodded emphatically. 'Good' the twi'lek thought, 'this is going to be much easier than I thought.'

Atton, rock hard since getting Kikri all fired up, was beyond his early apprehensions and was now eager to break in this virgin Jedi. “Are you ready?” he asked his partner to be. She nodded. He led Anya over to the examining couch and laid her down. “This is going to hurt at first, but trust me, it will be better than my fingers were.”

Anya laid back as Atton lined himself up, she seemed very eager to get started. “Just try to relax.” The smuggler slid his hard member into the girl. She squealed and tensed up. “Relax, there's still more to go.” Atton could feel her muscles releasing their vice grip on him, and he slowly eased the rest of his cock into her. Anya winced, the first time was never easy and Atton slowly pulled back. Mission's slave continued several more times. Slowly in, slowly out, until he saw her begin to smile as the pain was giving way to pleasure.

Atton pushed all the way in and then leaned into kiss the Jedi. She passionately returned it, noting the difference between the kiss of a woman and a man. Either way she rather enjoyed it. “Okay, I'm gonna start moving faster now just stay relaxed.” True to his word he pulled out and pushed back faster. It was still slow at first but gradually he picked up the pace. Anya really began to feel it as Atton moved faster. Faster and fast, the pleasure started to build like last time on there was more of it and it spread faster.

Mission leaned in and began to kiss Atton while he fuck the Jedi. Mission then turned to Anya and kissed her, feeling the Jedi's ragged breathing as she enjoyed her first time. The twi'lek pinched the blonde's erect nipples enticing the girl to squeal into the kiss.

Anya could feel her breath taken away by Mission's kiss. Yet she enjoyed it, and she enjoyed being fucked by Atton's cock. It was rubbing in and out of her faster and faster. She feel another orgasm rapidly approaching as Atton's hard dick was rubbing against all the right places. “Atton you're so amazing. Oh God Atton, you're cock is filling me up, its amazing.”

“Do you want more?” Mission asked, “Do you want to feel like this whenever you want?”

“Yes,” gasped Anya.

“Then become my slave, serve me and I will let the pleasure will continue.”

Anya's mind screamed at her to stop and she was inclined to listen to it, as a Jedi she had worked to abolish slaver through out the galaxy. But then Atton changed position and her thoughts went fuzzy again. “Yes! I'm yours! I'm your slave!” she yelled as Atton continued to pump away.

“Very good,” smiled Mission. Anya could feel herself coming to the edge. Mission kissed her and she exploded. Anya rode Atton's cock and kissed her new Mistress deeply, all the while she rode an orgasm that she wouldn't soon forget. Before as she was coming down off her mountain top high, she felt Atton finish, shooting his hot seed inside of her with a grunt.

Mission pulled out of her kiss with her new Jedi slave and snuggled up beside the pair of lovers. There was only more person on the ship that wasn't under her control and that would change soon enough. “I'll be back, you two have fun.”

Mission walked down to one of the side rooms where she found the Handmaiden. The handmaiden, as Mission knew, was force sensitive, but never trained. The twi'lek suspected that through the Force the handmaiden would be able to feel all the sexual energy that two certain Jedi were pumping into it this evening. Sure enough the handmaiden was crouched in the cargo hold, robes hiked up, and one hand rubbing her clit while the other massaged a breast.

The Handmaiden had her eyes closed, so she didn't even realize that Mission was there until the twi'lek kissed her. The Handmaiden's eye's shot open and she looked at Mission. Mission in turn slipped her hand down to the Handmaiden's exposed snatch and began to rub it. “You were Atris' servant before correct?”

“Yes.”

“Well Atris has been captured by the Sith and you seem to have fallen into my possession. You belong to me know.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Very good Handmaiden. Now eat me out.” The handmaiden did as she was ordered and over the next hour she brought her Mistress to orgasm several times.

* * * * *

Many hours and many orgasms later, Kikri found herself alone in the storage room with a reddish orange droid.

“Statement: Ah the Mistress has finally returned.”

“What are you doing here? There is no command to shut you down. Why did you play along?”

“Answer: Isn't it obvious? The Master sent me to protect you. And this was hardly a conversation to have in front of the blue meat bag. That one is not to be trusted.”

“Wait. Your mission is to protect me?”

“Indigent Answer: Yes, mistress I am here to follow your orders and offer you advice so far as they keep you alive. Shouldn't that be obvious?”

“Quite the opposite in fact. And by the blue meat bag I assume you mean my Mistress?”

“Answer: That too is obvious. I was given very specific instructions to prevent the blue meat bag from gaining a foot hold on you. This mission has failed due to your susceptibility and should be rectified right away.”

“No!” Kikri declared emphatically, “I still don't trust you, protect me if you want but leave the Mistress alone.”

“Statement: As you wish. I will follow your orders until the Master over writes them.

“Warning: I would like to further insist that the blue meat bag should not be trusted and that when it gets you in trouble I will be full prepared to flaunt my superior intellect in an effort to disgrace you.”

“Whatever.”
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