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Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 0 Ch. 01

By: HandcuffGirl



Authoress's notes: This story takes place very soon after the end of the Second Galactic Civil War. It is a prequel to Imperial Prostitute SX-51472.

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 ZERO

Prologue: a couple of weeks after Jagged Fel becomes High Moff of the Galactic Empire. . .

"Do you really think this will work on her?" Moff Fel asked in disbelief.

"Yes, Your Excellency," Major Drasi assured him. "I reviewed her brainwave scan, and psych profile you provided us with, and she is very susceptible to the ProCorps training."

Moff Fel considered this a moment. "I don't want to turn anyone, especially Jaina Solo, into a brainwashed sex slave," he said firmly.

"I understand, Your Excellency. I assure you, every single ProCorps trooper has volunteered. Yes, some needed a little. . . encouragement, but the best ProCorps troopers are pretty much naturals. We just help them bring it out," Major Drasi explained.

"She's a Jedi. If she figures out what we are doing to her, she'll probably kill me. And before she does, I'll tell her it was all your idea," Moff Fel promised him.

Major Drasi was Ysanne Isard's son, so people wanting to kill him was in his blood. Still, he understood the seriousness of the threat. "I assure you, Your Excellency, she will eagerly ask for more. And if she does start killing people, I'll be first on her list, since she and I will be at the Academy together, and you'll be here on Bastion," he explained.

Moff Fel sat silently for a few seconds. "Well, If we're wrong, I'm sure she'll get to both of us eventually," he commented. "Besides, I've already sent her the chrono and comlink, and she sent me a holomessage thanking me and telling me how much she loved them."

"Everything will work out perfectly, Your Excellency," Major Drasi assured him again.

"I really did want her here as a Jedi, to help keep the other Moffs in line." Moff Fel told him.

Major Drasi frowned a moment, deciding how best to phrase his response. "My staff and I conducted a thorough study of her physiological profile and brainwave scan. Even though the scan was nearly a year old, this woman is one of the most natural submissives we've ever encountered. There's no way she can maintain the facade of being a Jedi for very much longer. The business with Cadeus will only make her worse."

Moff Fel considered that a few moments. Jaina hadn't seemed very happy in awhile. Even when she was showing off her new jewelry, he could tell she was. . . off. "Well, alright. We'll proceed as we planned. I'll shunt her off into basic training, where she'll wear the spectacles and earpieces, and when you decide she's ready, you can show her the recruitment video."

"I will be happy too, Your Excellency," Major Drasi replied confidently.

Moff Fel picked up the spectacles that were sitting on his desk. "How do they work?" Moff Fel asked him as he examined them.

"Well, they work best with the earpieces. Together they sync to and adjust the brainwave patterns of the wearer. At the ProCorps Academy we re-scan the recruits' brainwaves daily, and adjust the spectacles and earpieces," Major Drasi explained.

"But they'll work without the brainwave scans?" Moff Fel asked.

"Well, without the initial scan, they have very little effect. Without the subsequent scans, they have limited effect," Major Drasi replied. "They will actually make the wearer relax though, which is why it's such a great disguise. Someone that suspects something can wear them, or have a third person try them on, and they'll just feel relaxed afterwards, even if they wear them for weeks. With the proper adjustments though, we can make real changes."

Moff Fel looked over the spectacles a few seconds. "And how do the chrono and comlink fit in?" he asked, setting down the spectacles and picking up the five-centimeter-wide silver wrist chrono.

"The comlink is used mainly to store the music and transparent patterns. If the subject is on an Imperial Ship or in an Imperial Facility, then the earpieces and spectacles can work fine without the comlink. Oh, and the comlink has a tracking device built into it," Major Drasi explained.

Moff Fel nodded his head in understanding. "What about the chrono?"

Major Drasi smiled. "It's just for decoration, and for use as a cuff, like the comlink," he answered.

"Okay, the comlink stores the music and transparent patterns. Can it affect someone without the earpieces and spectacles?" Moff Fel asked him.

Major Drasi considered that a moment. "It will to some degree, especially if it can be synced to the subject's brainwave scan. Since the one you sent to Jaina was synced, it will help considerably. She'll still need to start wearing the spectacles and earpieces as soon as possible, though."

"And this will work on any human?" Moff Fel asked him.

"They will, but the results vary greatly depending on the psych profile on the subject," Major Drasi replied. "Women are about five times as likely as men to be susceptible enough to put into ProCorps training, but we need about ten times as many women as men, so we are always on the lookout for women. Jaina Solo is in the top one hundredth of one percent of projected susceptibility to the training."

Now Moff Fel smiled. "She always did love playing the submissive in the bedroom," he said with a chuckle.

"Based on her psych profile, Your Excellency, I'd say that was one of the few times she wasn't 'playing.' The Rebels really messed that girl up, and now it's our turn to put her right," Major Drasi said.

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As her X-wing hurtled through hyperspace, on her way to the Imperial Capital of Bastion, Jaina Solo admired the chrono and comlink that Jag had sent her. Each of them was about five centimeters wide, and looked like durasteel cuffs on her wrists. The comlink was especially nice. Jaina had already spent hours playing with it, discovering all of its features. Of course its communications functions didn't work in hyperspace, but it still had some features that she hadn't discovered yet.

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"Hey Jag, thank you so much for inviting me here," Jaina said as she sank into the chair in front of his desk. 

Jaina felt a flash of annoyance from the young aide that had escorted her in, but since she hid it well, she dismissed it. Probably about me calling him Jag instead of His High Imperialness, she thought to herself. She was curious about the unusual spectacles and earpieces that the aide was wearing, though.

Moff Fel glanced at the ProCorps trooper that was serving as his personal assistant. "That will be all," he told her.

"Yes, Your Excellency," she replied with a smile, and walked out of his office, closing the door behind herself.

"Hello, Jaina," Moff Fel said once the ProCorps trooper had left. "Welcome to the Empire."

Jaina chuckled, then said, "Well, I just had to get away from everything back home for awhile." Then she displayed the five centimeter wide silver durasteel chrono and comlink on her wrists. "Besides, you sent me such wonderful gifts."

Moff Fel smiled a little wider. "I'm glad you like them," he replied. Then he got down to business. "So, are you ready to begin your training and serve the Empire?"

"Of course," Jaina answered with a smile. "You know how much I love being in a starfighter cockpit."

"Oh, about that," Moff Fel replied with a slight frown. "Instead of putting you straight into advanced flight training we are going to send you to basic training first; to acclimate you to the Imperial way."

"What?" Jaina asked. "I don't need basic training. I'm Jedi, and starfighter pilot."

"I know," Moff Fel replied soothingly. "But the Moff council insisted that you complete basic before I give you an Imperial command."

"Okay," Jaina responded after a few moments consideration. "I'll do it. I can handle getting yelled at and doing push-ups for a few weeks."

"Great," Moff Fel said. "Imperial basic training is rather intense though. You'll have to obey every command without question."

"Yes, Your Excellency," Jaina replied sarcastically.

Moff Fel smiled back at her. "And absolutely no influencing the Empire's instructors with the Force," he told her sternly. "If they tell you to drop and do fifty push-ups, then you'll drop and do fifty push-ups."

"I won't," Jaina promised with a smile.

Moff Fel nodded. "Good, I know I can trust you. There are a couple of things we need to take care of first. You already formally resigned your commission from the Galactic Alliance Military, so that's taken care of." He glanced down at his desk a moment, then looked back up at her. "As an Imperial recruit, you are not allowed to carry a personal weapon, so I need you to give me your lightsaber," he said as he held out his hand expectantly.

Jaina frowned as she unclipped her lightsaber from her belt. "Well, okay. As long as we understand that I get it back at the end of basic," she said as she passed it over to him.

"It will be waiting for you, safe and sound," he assured her as he locked it away in his desk drawer. "Now, there is the matter of the X-wing that you flew here in. You'll have to sign it over to the Empire for storage while you are in training as well."

Jaina frowned again. "I can't just leave it with you?" she asked.

"Jaina, it's against regulations. I can't keep the personal starfighter of an Imperial Naval Recruit. I'm already making a big exception for your lightsaber."

"Okay," Jaina reluctantly agreed.

Moff Fel smiled brightly. "Good, I'm glad you understand. "I've got the appropriate documents prepared, all ready for you to sign."

"Fine," Jaina said, wanting to get it over with.

Moff Fel hit the intercom on his desk. "Fifty-Eight, we're ready for you," he said.

"Yes, Your Excellency," his aide replied cheerfully through the intercom.

Before Jaina could ask what kind of name Fifty-Eight was, his aide entered the office. She walked to Jag's desk in her absurdly high heeled boots, and held a data pad out towards her. As Jaina took it from her, she noticed the silver durasteel comlink around her right wrist. It looked just like the one around her own wrist.

"Nice comlink," Jaina told her with a smile as she began scanning the document displayed on the datapad.

"Thanks," Fifty-Eight answered with her own smile. "I like yours, too."

"Thanks," Jaina answered, blushing slightly.

"Oh, Jaina, don't forget to include the access codes for your X-wing and the astromech," Moff Fel reminded her.

"Okay," Jaina replied reluctantly. She sensed annoyance from Moff Fel's aide, and glanced back up at her. She was still smiling politely. Jaina went back to the datapad and punched in the access codes for her X-wing and astromech. Then she put her thumb print in the appropriate place, effectively signing the document, which also prevented it from being changed. Once that was done, Jaina passed the datapad back to the aide.

"I hope you enjoy your training," Fifty-Eight said as accepted the datapad from her.

"Thanks," Jaina answered with her own smile.

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Jaina spent the next two days getting ready for Imperial basic training. As part of her processing she had to speak to a psychologist. She recommended counseling sessions twice a week during basic training for Jaina, due to the recent death of a sibling, and underlying sexual issues. Jaina didn't really understand what she meant by the "underlying sexual issues" part, but didn't argue the point.

Jaina was also given a complete physical exam, and a half-dozen shots. She knew that she didn't need them, but since she was being just a regular Imperial recruit, she stoically accepted them. It was harder to accept being given a birth control shot that would keep her from getting pregnant for one year, though. The Doctor insisted the shot was standard for all female Imperial Recruits, based on the length of their enlistment. Since she was only going through basic training, she got the shortest option.

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Four days later (Two days into basic training). . .

Jedi Knight Jaina Solo, now Imperial Naval Recruit Solo stood at rigid attention while a short, stocky drill sergeant barked instructions at her, and the other women in training unit 4317. Jaina had been a little surprised upon arriving two days ago when they had all been marched to the training center's barbershop, and the drill sergeants had all forty of the women's heads buzz-cut. 

Apparently since the male recruits had to get buzz-cuts, so did the women. The Empire was all about equality now.

Besides their buzz-cuts, all thirty-nine women were wearing black undertunic tank tops with built in support for their breasts, short black gym shorts, and black slip-on shower shoes. They were all also wearing black panties, although they weren't visible. The Imperial Emblem was on the front of each top, in silver. Written across the back of each pair of shorts were the words Imperial Property, also in silver.

"Yes Drill Sergeant!" Jaina, as well as the rest of training unit 4317 shouted in unison. Due to her previous military experience, Jaina had been made recruit leader of the training unit.

"I can't hear you!" he insisted loudly.

"Yes Drill Sergeant!" they screamed louder.

"Good. Now bunk up!" he instructed them.

"Yes Drill Sergeant," they shouted as they quickly climbed into their bunks. By chance, Jaina had been assigned a top bunk. She laid down face up, put her hands at her sides, and assumed the position of attention again, just like every other recruit was doing.

"Good night recruits!" the Drill Sergeant barked at them.

"Good night Drill Sergeant!" the replied in unison.

After he left, Jaina relaxed, and quickly fell asleep from the long day of training.

At 0430 hours, the lights came back on and another drill sergeant immediately began screaming at them to get out of their bunks. Jaina awoke, and quickly scrambled to the floor where she put her black socks and running shoes on. It seemed like she had just fallen asleep. Less than ten minutes later, all forty recruits were on the exercise field, ready to begin their morning physical training.

Later that evening. . .

Every evening the recruits got one hour of free time. That was the only time Jaina was allowed to wear her chrono and comlink, as well as the spectacles and earpieces that Jag had given her before she had come to basic training.

The comlink wouldn't connect to the Imperial HoloNet while she was in basic training. It did have some great—and very relaxing—music stored on it that she was currently listening to through her earpieces though. The comlink also had Imperial training manuals that she could either listen to, or read through her spectacles. Right now she was looking through one of the many colorful, transparent patterns that were also stored on the comlink. She was still getting used to seeing everything through the patterns on the spectacles, though.

When Jaina sat down, she had planned on writing her parents, but it didn't seem important anymore. Instead, she set the datapad in her locker, leaned back against the wall, and contently stared at the patterns on her spectacles, and listened to the music through her earpieces.

Five days into basic . . .

"Recruit Solo, my refresher floor looks great," Drill Sergeant Morrgin told her.

"Thank you Drill Sergeant!" Jaina replied instantly. She had spent nearly an hour and a half on her hands and knees, scrubbing it.

"You have a real talent for this," she said as she admired the light gray tile. "Some of those stains have been there for years."

"Thank you Drill Sergeant!" Jaina repeated. She wasn't sure if she considered cleaning a 'fresher floor a talent, but she was still proud of it.

"What's your specialty, recruit Solo," Drill Sergeant Morrgin asked her.

"TIE fighter pilot, Drill Sergeant," Jaina replied.

The tall woman stared down at her a few seconds. "An officer? I would have figured you as a janitorial tech, or the ProC—nevermind. I'm sure the Empire will find you a suitable position for you to serve," she said.

"Yes Drill Sergeant!" Jaina replied instantly, wondering what she meant by that.

"Maybe we'll let you be the unit's recruit leader a few more days since you're supposed to be an officer," Drill Sergeant Morrgin commented.

"Whatever you think is best, Drill Sergeant," Jaina replied. She really didn't want to be recruit leader anymore anyway. It was too much of a hassle. 

Eight days into basic. . .

Recruit Jaina Solo walked into her twice-a-week, hour-long counseling session. She was wearing the Imperial dress uniform, along with her chrono, comlink, spectacles and earpieces.

"Hello, Doctor Street," she said as she closed the door behind her.

"Hi Jaina, how are you today?" he replied.

"Fine, Doctor Street, thank you," Jaina answered as she sat down in the form chair.

"I told you Jaina, it's Downing in here. You don't have to call me Doctor Street," he told her.

Jaina frowned a moment. I'm sorry, Doctor Street, it just doesn't feel right," she replied.

"Alright then, whatever makes you feel comfortable," he said soothingly. Then he glanced at her wrists. Her chrono and comlink were both directly over the magnets in the armrests. "I assume you want me to activate the maglocks?" he asked her.

"Please?" Jaina asked earnestly. "I felt so much more relaxed the other day restrained during my session, Doctor Street," she explained. He hit a button on his desk, and Jaina felt her wrists lock to the armrests.

"Comfy?" he asked her.

"Yes Doctor Street," Jaina replied with a sincere smile. "Thank you."

"Okay then. How has your training been going?" Doctor Street asked her after he moved from behind his desk to the form chair across from her.

Jaina frowned slightly. "Not so good. We did some ambush exercises, and I was the first one to get shot once, and second the other three times, and I didn't shoot anyone, either. Since I got the lowest score in the unit, I have to shine everyone's boots," she replied. "But I don't mind that part," she added. 

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that," Doctor Street replied. Then he glanced down at his notes. "You mean you didn't shoot a single other recruit?"

"No, Doctor Street," Jaina answered. "Not a single one."

"I must say, that is surprising with your Jedi background," he commented.

"I know, Doctor Street" Jaina replied. "I could sense them, but I kept hesitating."

"Ah, okay then. How are you adjusting to not being recruit leader anymore?"

Jaina smiled softly. "That's just fine with me, Doctor Street. I'm glad I don't have to deal with all that stress anymore."

"Good, I'm glad you're adjusting to your Imperial training," he told her.

Later that evening. . .

"Solo, those boots better be done by morning," the tall, muscular eighteen year old recruit told the thirty-three year old Jedi.

"Yes Recruit Leader Ross, they will," Jaina assured her from the floor, where she was shining her fourteenth pair of boots.

"And make sure you do your own, last, Solo," Ross told her.

"Yes Recruit Leader," Jaina replied.

Jaina knew that she would have to stay up long after lights out to finish all forty pairs. She would have to do it in the 'fresher too, so she didn't disturb the rest of her unit's sleep. At least she could listen to her music and watch the patterns on her spectacles while she worked, though.



Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 0 Ch. 02



Authoress's notes: This story takes place very soon after the end of the Second Galactic Civil War. It is a prequel to Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. Thanks to meathead96 for editing this entire story for me.

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 ZERO

Chapter 2 of 8

Nine days into basic. . .

"Recruit Solo, you will trade bunks with Recruit Forrd and bunk with Recruit Leader Ross," Drill Sergeant Morrgin instructed her.

"Yes Drill Sergeant!" Jaina responded.

"Recruit Leader Ross will be directly supervising you from this point on," she informed her.

"Yes Drill Sergeant," Jaina replied as she hurried to her bunk to move her things. In just over a week, she had learned to obey orders practically without thinking.

Eleven days into basic. . .

"Good afternoon, Doctor Street," Jaina greeted him as she marched into his office.

"And good afternoon to you as well, Jaina," he replied.

Jaina sat down in the form chair, and put her chrono and comlink over the magnets in the armrests. Doctor Street calmly reached over and activated the maglocks.

"So, how has your training been going?" he asked as he stepped around his desk and sat down across from her.

"Well, I'm still having trouble with the weapons and hand-to-hand combat, but I've passed all of my uniform, locker, and bunk inspections," she replied proudly.

"That's good anyway. What do you think is the problem with your combat training?" Doctor Street asked her.

"I don't know," Doctor Street," Jaina replied with a shrug. "I try my best, but I'm just not that into it anymore.

"Well, it's important to find the right place for every Imperial trooper to serve the Empire." He glanced down at his notes, then looked up at her sharply. "You are going to be a TIE fighter pilot?" he asked her in surprise.

"Yes Doctor Street," Jaina replied with confidence. "I've flown X-wings in combat since the Yuuzhan Vong war. I was in Rogue Squadron. I'm Jaina Solo!" she said emphatically. Then she absently pulled against her restraints, as if she just realized they were there.

"I know all that," Doctor Street replied soothingly. Then he glanced back down at his notes. "I just think maybe you should consider serving the Empire another way. You've excelled at cleaning the barracks and your uniform inspections. Perhaps the janitorial or laundry service would be a good fit for someone with your skills?" he explained.

Jaina opened her mouth to tell him what he could do with the janitorial and laundry services, but she closed it just as quickly. "Maybe," she grudgingly admitted.

Doctor Street nodded his head in agreement. "Well, no need to decide that just yet," he said. "How are things going between you and Recruit Leader Ross?"

"Oh, fine, Doctor Street," Jaina replied with a shrug. Then she realized that her response didn't really answer his question. "I can't leave her sight anymore when we're not training, even to use the 'fresher. If she doesn't have time to take me, then I have to wait for her. Unless she's asleep though, in which case I have to get one of the night guards to take me," Jaina explained.

Doctor Street considered that a moment. "What prompted that?" he asked.

Jain blushed slightly. "I got lost on a cross-country march, Doctor Street," she admitted.

"I see. How did that happen, you should only be marching what, five kilometers at this point?"

"Yes, Doctor Street," Jaina replied. "Well, I got distracted, and split up from the other recruits. Then I used the Force to guide me to the rally point, but before I got there the Drill Sergeant found me and said that I was lost."

"Ah, okay. And did you explain that to your Drill Sergeant?"

"Well, I was, but then I decided that I didn't want to be given special treatment. If another recruit had been where I was at, then the Drill Sergeant would say that they were lost, so that meant that I was too, even if I really wasn't, Doctor Street," Jaina explained.

"Well it's good of you to want to be treated like all the other recruits. How does not being able to leave Recruit Leader Ross's sight make you feel though?"

Jaina blushed again. "It's embarrassing to have to ask a woman fifteen years younger than me if she can take me to the 'fresher, but I know it's for my own good. Imperial Recruits don't need to go off on their own, even with the Force as their guide, Doctor Street," she answered.

"That's right, the Empire is just looking out for you," Doctor Street agreed.

"But I think they went overboard though. I mean Drill Sergeant Morrgin told me that they activated the tracking device in my comlink, which I didn't even know it had, so they can find me anyway." Jaina paused a moment, then added, "At least I get to wear it all the time now, though." She didn't resent the tracking device one bit, she knew it was her fault for wandering off on her own.

"Well, I'm glad you've found something to make you happy out of the situation," Doctor Street replied. "Do they let you wear your chrono too?"

Now Jaina smiled. "Yes Doctor Street. It is only turned on during my free time in the evening, and at night, though, just like my comlink," Jaina responded. "Except for the tracking device in the comlink, that is. It stays on all the time," she added.

"Good, I know how much you like wearing them," Doctor Street replied.

Later that night. . .

Jaina was lying on her bunk, listening to her music and watching the patterns on her spectacles. It was thirty-eight minutes after lights out, and she had to use the 'fresher. Jaina rolled over, stuck her head over the side of her bunk and looked down at the figure on the lower bunk.

"Recruit Leader Ross," Jaina whispered, "I need to use the refresher." Jaina had sensed that she was awake before she had even asked.

"Sure, Solo, no problem," Ross replied softly as she sat up. "I'd be happy to take you." She nodded towards one of the recruits on night guard duty by the front door of the barracks.

"Thank you Recruit Leader," Jaina said quietly as she climbed down. She wondered why she was willing to take her to the 'fresher this time. She usually sensed mostly annoyance from her.

The 'fresher had six toilets side by side, with no walls or partitions between them. The sinks were across from them, and to the right, as they walked in, was a large open shower area with six shower heads. There were a couple of benches in front of the shower area. A small supply closet was on the far left.

Jaina walked to the second toilet, pulled down her shorts and panties, and sat down. Recruit Leader Ross sat on the third one.

"So, how did you get completely hairless down there?" Ross asked her as she glanced at her smooth crotch.

Jaina blushed furiously. "I don't want to talk about it," she replied.

"At least you don't have to shave all the time," Ross told her.

"Yeah," Jaina replied weakly as she wiped herself clean.

"Can I feel it?" Ross asked.

Jaina knew that the younger recruit was attracted to her. Jaina was more than a little attracted to Recruit Leader Ross as well. She was just under a hundred and eight centimeters tall, and her skin was perhaps a shade darker than Lando's. The stubble on her head was black, and her athletic body was well-toned, with long, lean muscles.

Even without the Force, it would have been hard not to notice that several of the women of Basic Training Unit 4317 had paired up, and quite a few more were on their way. Still, Jaina had resisted, mostly because she didn't want to get caught.

"Don't worry, the night guards will keep everyone out," Ross said with a mischievous smile.

"I know," Jaina replied with her own smile. "I've had some recruits wait while some others did some things in here during my times as night guard."

Recruit Leader Ross smiled back at her. "Does that mean that we are going to do some things in here?" she asked.

Jaina shrugged, and smiled again. "I don't know, Recruit Leader. You tell me," Jaina said.

Ross smiled, recognizing that the older woman had just basically said that she would do whatever she wanted. "Okay, spread your legs," she instructed her.

Jaina complied, then watched as she reached out and gently stroked her pussy a few times. Then she let out a small gasp as she slipped a finger into her quickly moistening twat.

Suddenly, after a few strokes, Recruit Leader Ross stopped. "Come with me," she told her.

"Yes Recruit Leader," Jaina replied. She was disappointed that she had stopped, but curious as she followed her to one of the benches in front of the showers.

Recruit Leader Ross sat on the bench with her back against the wall, and spread her legs apart. "Have you ever licked pussy before, Solo?" she asked.

Jaina gazed at her shaved mound. "Some," she answered with a smile.

"That's, Some, Recruit Leader," she replied. "And get down there and show me what you can do then, Solo."

"Yes, Recruit Leader," Jaina answered as she dropped to her knees and began licking her pussy.

It had been awhile since Jaina had licked pussy, but she quickly had Recruit Leader Ross moaning with pleasure. Jaina had her fingers buried in her own pussy as well, finishing what Recruit Leader Ross had started.

Minutes later, Jaina had her moaning as she orgasmed. She kept her tongue busy licking up all her juices as she came.

After Ross came down from her orgasmic high, she looked down at Jaina, who was still kneeling in front of her. "Wow, you're amazing, Solo," she said.

"Thanks," Jaina replied, looking back up at her with a smile as she masturbated.

"That's, Thanks, Recruit Leader," she reminded her with a mock serious expression.

"Yes, Recruit Leader, sorry, Recruit Leader," Jaina answered quickly.

"That's better, Solo. Now, let me help you with that," Recruit Leader said as she helped her to her feet.

Seconds later, Jaina was lying on the bench that was behind her, in the middle of the area. Recruit Leader Ross was straddling the bench, and leaning forward to return the favor.

Jaina arched her back as the sexy young Recruit Leader's tongue touched her clit. She didn't have the best tongue that had ever been between Jaina's legs, but since she had already been very horny from masturbating, not to mention the pleasure she felt through the Force from Recruit Leader Ross when she had orgasmed, it didn't take her long to cum herself.

Thirteen days into basic. . .

"Recruit Solo! How the Frakk did you get shot less than five minutes into the exercise!?" Drill Sergeant Aastin screamed at her.

"I don't know, Drill Sergeant!" Jaina replied.

Currently Jaina was on her knees, sitting on the back of her boots, with her hands on top of her head. Her blaster carbine was lying on the ground in front of her, parallel to her body. The sensor on the middle of her chest was flashing orange. It was the regulation position for a recruit that had been shot on a training exercise, and a position that Jaina was getting very accustomed to.

"Well, you know the drill, Recruit Solo," he told her.

"Yes, Drill Sergeant," she replied as she picked up her weapon and attached it to the back of the target vest she was wearing. Then she put her hands behind her back, and waited for him to put the plastex restraints on her wrists.

Each recruit had to carry their own restraints on the back of their target vest. Jaina felt him reach down, and pull the restraints off hers, and slip them over her wrists.

"Frakk, Solo, sometimes I think you get shot on purpose, just to get cuffed," he said as he tightened the restraints around her wrists, below her chrono and comlink.

"No, Drill Sergeant," Jaina replied weakly. While she certainly didn't mind being cuffed, she hadn't got shot on purpose. At least she didn't think she had.

"Let's go, Solo," Drill Sergeant Aastin said as he grabbed the handle at the top of the back of her vest and helped her to her feet.

Drill Sergeant Morrgin was supervising the detainee area. As usual, Jaina was the first recruit detainee to arrive.

"Looks like you're just not cut out for ground combat, Solo," Drill Sergeant Morrgin said as she took command of her from Drill Sergeant Aastin.

"I guess not, Drill Sergeant Aastin," Jaina agreed shamefully.

"Do you know who shot you this time?"

"I'm pretty sure it was recruit Wyllyams, Drill Sergeant," Jaina answered. She never had a problem sensing who had shot her, after her sensors were flashing.

"Well, you do seem to be her favorite target," Drill Sergeant Morrgin said sympathetically.

"Yes Drill Sergeant," Jaina agreed.

"Go ahead and have a seat, recruit Solo," she told her. "I'm sure it'll be an hour or so before the exercise is over."

"Yes Drill Sergeant," Jaina replied obediently. Then she walked over to a comfortable looking spot on the ground, and carefully sat back down, and leaned against the log that served as the perimeter of the detainee area. Her hands would stay cuffed behind her back until the training exercise was over, which like Drill Sergeant Morrgin had said, would probably be an hour or so.

Later that night. . .

A few days before, Jaina had sent a message to Jag talking about some of the problems she was having in basic training. She wasn't really complaining, she was just venting; to a friend. Now she read the reply from his Personal Assistant.

The message explained that Imperial Recruits should not attempt to contact High Moff Fel. It said that if she had a problem then she should utilize her chain-of-command, per Imperial Regulations. The message concluded by stating that since this was her first offense, a notation would not be made in her file, but warned her to obey Imperial Regulations at all times, or she would be disciplined.

I'm guess I'm just another anonymous cog in the Imperial machine, Jaina thought as she closed the message. Oddly, the thought didn't bother her as much as it should have. Or would have once, she mentally corrected herself contently. Jaina turned on the music in her comlink, and started shining Recruit Leader Ross's boots.

There wasn't a particular reason she was doing it. Recruit Leader Ross was just so busy running the training unit that she thought she would help her out by shinning her boots, doing her laundry, straightening her locker, and making her bed for her in the morning. Maybe if I had some one doing some of this stuff for me I might have lasted more than six days as recruit leader, Jaina thought absently as she started on her other boot.

Fourteen days into basic. . .

"Good afternoon, Doctor Street," Jaina said as she marched into his office.

Doctor Street returned her greeting as she sat down in the form chair. Once her wrists were secured to the armrests with the maglocks, he asked her how she was doing.

"Well, not so good, Doctor Street," she replied. "I'm starting to have serious doubts about being a TIE fighter pilot. I mean, I don't want to go back to the Galactic Alliance, but I just don't want to fight anymore. I feel like I've been doing it all my life."

"I see," Doctor Street answered. "Have you thought about serving the Empire another way? Perhaps the janitorial or laundry service like we talked about before? Or maybe another support role?"

Jaina smiled patiently when he mentioned those again. "I was thinking of applying to be a TIE fighter mechanic, Doctor Street," she said. "That way I would still get to fly them some, just not in combat."

Doctor Street nodded his head in agreement. "You do know that there are no TIE mechanic officers in the Imperial Navy, right?"

"Yes Doctor Street," Jaina replied with a nod of her head. "I don't really care one way or another about having a command anymore. I'm fine just being an enlisted Naval trooper, if that's where I end up."

"Well, that's a healthy attitude for an Imperial recruit," Doctor Street answered. "And how is your training going, by the way?"

Jaina grimaced a little. "Well, I've scored excellent on all my uniform, locker, and bunk inspections, and I'm at the top of the unit in physical training, but somehow I'm getting worse in the combat training, Doctor Street," she replied.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Jaina," he answered.

Later that night. . .

"Damn you can lick some pussy, Solo," Recruit Leader Ross said as she leaned back and spread her legs farther apart to give her better access.

"Thank you, Recruit Leader," Jaina said breathlessly between licks. Her own fingers were busy between her legs.

A few minutes later, Recruit Leader Ross moaned out in orgasm. When she finished, Jaina expected her to tell her to lie down on the bench again, and she would return the favor.

"Sorry Solo, we don't have time for you tonight," Recruit Leader Ross told her with a sympathetic smile. "Maybe next time I'll let you masturbate after you pleasure me," she said as she patted Jaina on her head.

Jaina felt a strange jolt of pleasure when the younger woman had calmly told her that she wouldn't be cumming tonight, and that she might let her next time. Jaina's fingers were still busy between her legs, underneath her pussy, and she was still looking up at Recruit Leader Ross.

"Come on, Solo, stop that and get cleaned up, we've got to get to bed," Ross told her when she kept masturbating.

Jaina stroked her pussy a few more times, and then reluctantly pulled her fingers out. "Yes, Recruit Leader," she replied as she climbed to her feet.

Fifteen days into basic. . .

Jaina had been mortified when she had been pulled out of training and sent to the base command building. Once she arrived though, she wasn't sent to General Mellar's office. Instead she was sent to the communications room, where she received a HoloNet call from Moff Fel.

"Good morning, Moff Fel," she said, when he appeared, automatically coming to the position of attention.

"Good morning, Recruit Solo," he replied with a smile. "At ease, Jaina," he added after a moment.

Jaina spread her feet shoulder width apart, put her hands behind her back, and relaxed a little.

"I'm sorry about the message you got from my personal assistant. She didn't understand that you were a special case," Moff Fel told her.

"Yes Moff Fel," Jaina replied. "I'm sorry for trying to bother you with my problems anyway, Moff Fel."

"Jaina, it wasn't a bother. I've been following your progress very closely," he told her. "Also, I understand that you've had some problems, and are reconsidering being a TIE fighter pilot?"

"Um, yes, Moff Fel," Jaina replied, wondering just how he had found that out so soon.

"So, does that mean that you want to be released from your Imperial Service?" he asked her with concern.

"Oh, no, Moff Fel!" Jaina answered quickly. "I just want to serve in more of a support role, is all," she explained.

"Well, that's good then. I would hate to lose such a great recruit," he replied. "How do you want to serve the Empire then?"

"Um, can I be a TIE fighter mechanic, Moff Fel?" Jaina asked.

"Of course," he responded with a smile. "You do know you'll have to enlist for that, right?"

"Yes, Moff Fel. I don't really want to be an officer anymore. I think I'll be much happier just obeying orders, and working on TIE fighters," Jaina answered with her own smile.

Moff Fel considered that for a moment. "Well, there will always be a place in the Empire for people who want to obey orders. I'll have the proper documents prepared and sent to the enlistment office."

"Thank you, Moff Fel," Jaina replied. Then she frowned slightly.

"What is it, Recruit Solo?"

"What about my lightsaber and X-wing, Moff Fel?" she asked him.

"Hmm," he replied. "Once you complete your training, it shouldn't be a problem for you to have your lightsaber, although you won't be able to carry it on duty. As for your X-wing, we'll have to do something else with it. The storage fees would be very expensive, and it would have to be de-militarized for you to fly off duty. We can work that out later, though. Right now, concentrate on your training, Recruit Solo."




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"Yes, Moff Fel," Jaina replied, automatically coming back to attention.

"Make the Empire proud, Recruit Solo. Moff Fel out."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 2 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

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Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 0 Ch. 03



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Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 ZERO

Chapter 3 of 8

Sixteen days into basic. . .

So, Recruit Solo, you want to be a TIE fighter mechanic?" the late-twenties Sergeant asked her.

"Yes Sergeant," Jaina replied. She had been thinking about it for a couple of days, and talking with Moff Fel yesterday had only confirmed it. This morning, she had mentioned it to Drill Sergeant Morrgin, who told her that she thought it was a good idea. That afternoon she had been sent to the enlistment office.

Sergeant Paage looked down at Jaina's file. "You do know that you will be enlisting in the Imperial Navy for at least three years?"

"Yes Sergeant," Jaina replied with a nod of her head. She had already looked up the options for enlisting as a TIE mechanic. Three years was her shortest option.

"Alright, Recruit Solo, put your thumbprint in the box," Sergeant Paage told her as he passed her the datapad.

Jaina quickly scanned her enlistment contract, selected three years for her length of service, then put her thumb in the box at the end of it. Once it locked her thumbprint in, Jaina handed him the datapad back. Now she was stuck in the Imperial Navy for the next three years, whether she liked it or not.

Later that evening. . .

Jaina sat on the floor next to her locker, and read the message on the datapad from Moff Fel through her spectacles. He congratulated her on her enlistment, and told her that a Major Drasi would be seeing her in a couple of days, to talk to her about a special opportunity that might be right for her.

Jaina turned off the message and her spectacles went back to their default transparent pattern. She was getting used to them now, and was even able to improve her reading speed with them.

Then Recruit Leader Ross came over. "Hey Solo, I hear your gonna be a regular trooper now, like the rest of us, instead of a fancy officer," she said as she sat down on the edge of her bunk, about a meter from Jaina.

"Yes, Recruit Leader," Jaina replied. Even in a casual setting like this, Jaina always called her Recruit Leader, and not just Ross.

"That's too bad," Ross said, leaning in closer to her. "I kind of liked having an officer's tongue in my pussy," she said softly, with a mischievous smile.

Jaina blushed, and looked around to see if anyone had overheard. Not that she thought that their relationship was a secret with forty women living together in such a small space. "Sorry to disappoint you, Recruit Leader," she replied with a hint of embarrassment in her smile.

"Oh, it's alright. I'll just have to settle for having a famous Jedi's tongue in my pussy," Ross said softly, with a wink and an even bigger smile.

Now Jaina blushed furiously; too embarrassed to even reply. The entire unit knew who she was. The Drill Sergeants had told everyone on the first day of basic. They had also told them that Recruit Solo was no one special; she would be treated the same as every other recruit.

At first the other recruits were wary of being around a Jedi, especially since she was the daughter of two of the Empire's most famous enemies. After a few days though, she was just part of the group. Now she didn't really want anyone to bring up her being a Jedi.

"Come on, you can shine my boots later, Solo. Right now I want that Jedi tongue in my pussy," Ross said as she stood up.

"Yes, Recruit Leader," Jaina replied as she quickly put everything away, and secured both of their lockers.

A minute later they were in the refresher's supply closet. Earlier that day, Jaina had rearranged it so there was enough room for someone to sit on an upside down bucket, and someone else to kneel in front of them. 

Recruit Leader Ross pulled off her shorts and panties with one motion, and sat down. Jaina quickly knelt in front of her, and started licking her pussy. As she did, she slipped one hand down her own panties, like she had been doing.

"None of that tonight, Solo. You just concentrate on pleasing me, then afterwards maybe I'll consider letting you jill yourself off," Ross told her firmly.

Jaina was stunned by her audacity. Still, after barely a moment's hesitation, she pulled her hand out of her panties like she had told her to do. "Yes Recruit Leader," she said obediently, then went back to licking her domme's pussy.

Somehow, the humiliation of being told not to masturbate made her even hornier. Not quite as horny as if she were masturbating, but horny.

Less than five minutes later, Jaina had the young Recruit Leader moaning out in orgasm. Jaina was close herself, but Recruit Leader Ross had ordered her not to orgasm, so she fought the urge to finish herself off. Instead, Jaina looked up at her pleadingly as she recovered from the orgasm she had given her.

"Aww, you look so cute down there like that," Ross said after she regained her composure.

"Can I please finish, Recruit Leader?" Jaina asked, practically begging. Orders or no orders, Jaina had already decided that she was going to orgasm tonight.

"Of course you can, my little Jedi pet," Ross told her sweetly. "After all, you did make this great little love nest for the unit."

Jaina was very annoyed at being called a Jedi pet, but her hands were in her pussy before Recruit Leader Ross had even finished talking. Less than three minutes later, Jaina moaned out in orgasm.

"Is that better?" Ross asked her once she was mostly recovered.

"Yes, Recruit Leader," Jaina answered breathlessly. Then, before she could respond, she said, "Recruit Leader; please don't call me your Jedi pet anymore. I just want to be a regular recruit, and not be reminded of my past."

Ross stared down at her for several seconds.

"I don't mind being your sub, but just please don't call me anything like that again, Recruit Leader," Jaina said earnestly.

"Well, okay," Ross finally replied. "I can't have my pussy licking recruit upset."

"Thank you, Recruit Leader," Jaina said with a smile. Then she glanced down at Recruit Leader Ross's bare pussy, less than thirty centimeters from her face. "Would you like me to do it again, Recruit Leader?" she asked with an eager smile.

"Solo, you are a gem," Ross told her as she smiled down at her. "But there are probably some other girls in our training unit waiting for their turn in here."

"Yes Recruit Leader," Jaina answered as she climbed to her feet. She reached out with the Force, and sensed a pair of presences in the 'fresher. "I think you are right, Recruit Leader," she told her as Ross dressed.

When they came out, there was indeed a pair of recruits waiting, pretending that they were using the sinks.

"It's all yours, girls," Ross told them with a wave of her hand towards the supply closet. "Let me know if you need Solo to show you around," she added.

Jaina blushed furiously as she followed her. The two recruits just chuckled at her embarrassment.

Seventeen days into basic. . .

"Recruit Jaina Solo, reporting as ordered Sir," Jaina said with a crisp salute.

Major Drasi returned her salute, then told her to have a seat. As Jaina sat down, she automatically glanced at the armrests for the magnets, and was slightly disappointed that they weren't there.

"I see you are wearing your spectacles and earpieces, Recruit Solo. How do you like them?" he asked her.

"I love them, Sir!" Jaina replied enthusiastically. "I wear them every night, Sir."

"That's good," Major Drasi said. Then he glanced down at his datapad. "I see that Moff Fel sent you a chrono and comlink before you even came to the Empire, and that you wear them both nearly all the time now?"

"Yes Sir. I love them too," Jaina replied promptly, holding up her wrists so he could see them. She knew that her use of her chrono, comlink, earpieces and spectacles was monitored while she was in basic training. While that had bothered her at first, she had quickly gotten used to it. Now she didn't even really think about it anymore. She actually liked the fact that the Empire was ensuring that she stayed disciplined and focused on her training.

"You do know that your chrono and comlink are completely waterproof, and can be worn in the shower, right?" he asked her.

"Yes Sir. I'll start wearing them both at all times," Jaina answered the implied order. It was one that she wanted to obey anyway.

"Good. And since you've worn them during all of your training for the past week, there's really no need to take them off at all, is there?"

"Um, no Sir," Jaina agreed.

"Excellent. You won't mind if I make it so you can't take them off until you finish your training then?" Major Drasi suggested.

"Um, no Sir," Jaina answered tentatively.

Major Drasi smiled as he reached over to a remote on his desk and hit a button. "I'm glad you agreed to that, Recruit Solo. It makes me even surer that High Moff Fel and I have selected the right person for this special opportunity."

"Thank you Sir," Jaina replied, now even more curious as to why Major Drasi was here.

"Let me play this video for you, it will explain things much better than I could," Major Drasi told her. "I'm gonna put the sound through to your earpieces, and your spectacles will greatly enhance the video, making you seem like you are practically in it," he boasted.

"Yes Sir," Jaina replied obediently. 

"The Imperial Prostitution Corps," the voice in her earpieces said. An Imperial emblem appeared in the middle of the screen.

Jaina frowned, and wondered if she had heard right.

"The vast Navy and Army of the mighty Galactic Empire have many different human components, from fighter pilots to logistics clerks. Each type of service person plays a heroic and necessary role, in ensuring the successful functioning of our great military."

Jaina nodded. She understood that.

"Among the most important needs of any human being is sexual satisfaction. Imperial military scientists, after extensive research, have concluded that the sexual requirements of our brave troops MUST be correctly met, to maintain morale and mission focus at peak efficiency."

Jaina nodded again. She'd been doing well in the logistical and psychological sessions, and she understood the way the decision had been made. This was standard Imperial doctrine, applied with confidence.

"To this end, a dedicated corps of troopers is maintained by the Moff Council, designated as the Imperial Prostitution Corps. They are trained as thoroughly as any other Imperial troops, and their duties are among the most demanding and important of all."

Jaina frowned slightly at the name, but this was the Imperial military. It was always honest, always well-disciplined, and thoroughly practical. This made sense.

"As with any branch of the Imperial military, it takes a very special and specific type of trooper to join the Imperial Prostitution Corps. They must be physically strong, and willing to train their minds and bodies as loyal weapons of the Empire."

The screen showed a group of girls working out in a gym, then suddenly shifted, to show them thrusting sex toys in and out of their pussies in an Academy training room. Jaina stared.

"They must also have strong sexual appetites—though often, they will be young people who have denied and disciplined their urges, or whose inclinations deviate from the mainstream."

Jaina smiled faintly. That did sound like her.

The screen showed images of girls and boys in chains and collars, girls kissing girls, boys kissing boys, threesomes, moresomes... and even something VERY creative involving a Twi'lek.

"They must be far more intelligent and disciplined than the average Imperial recruit, able to memorize as many complex procedures as the best engineer, and able to obey orders as explicitly as a stormtrooper. If you are watching this video, it is because your training officer has a suspicion that YOU might have what it takes..."

Jaina blinked, watching one girl tying another into a very complicated bondage harness. Next was a girl getting whipped with a look of obedient satisfaction on her face. Then, to Jaina's shock, she saw Moff Lecersen, much younger, issuing orders to naked girls in gags and jackboots, who immediately jumped to obey. What they did after that did indeed look like a very complex and well-trained procedure.

"Many veteran ProCorps troopers also serve as personal aides to senior Imperial personnel."

The screen showed a uniformed male secretary typing at a desk, pausing to adjust a durasteel collar hidden behind the neckline of his tunic as a female officer walked past. Jaina smiled.

And then the next shot showed a close-up of two beautiful blonde women, bare arms around each other's shoulders in a lesbian embrace—wearing uniform caps and durasteel bondage jewelry: collars, cuffs, and corsets.

"We're much happier in the Prostitution Corps!" the two girls said in unison, before turning inwards and kissing each other enthusiastically.

"The Imperial Prostitution Corps is recruiting! Do YOU have what it takes?"

The screen showed a marching squad of soldiers, girls of all different physiques, builds, and colors moving in perfect formation. They wore Imperial uniform caps and black leather boots, but apart from that, all they seemed to be wearing were durasteel corsets, chastity belts, and cuffs and collars on their wrists and necks.

The image froze, leaving Jaina with an image of happy, confident, committed... Imperial Prostitutes, she supposed.

"Well," Major Drasi's voice asked, from somewhere outside her thoughts. He sounded like he was smiling. "What do you think?"

Jaina's mouth was still gaped open in shock. She couldn't believe this was going on in the Empire, and especially that Jag thought she would want to do this. Then she thought about it some more, and realized that it did hold a sort of bizarre attraction. I bet Alema Rar would love it, Jaina thought.

"Um, I'm not sure about that, Sir," Jaina said after a few moments. She was grateful to Jag for thinking of her, but what she knew the most about was starfighters. That was where she could serve the Empire best. "I really want to be a TIE mechanic."

"I understand, Recruit Solo. You don't even have to decide right now. I'll be on Prefsbelt IV for few days, and I'll be happy to answer whatever questions you have." he told her soothingly.

Jaina realized she actually had quite a few questions. "How many. . . people would I have to serve, Sir?" she asked.

Major Drasi smiled back at her. "That would depend entirely on your assignment, Recruit. But I promise, after your training, you'll be able to handle any task that the Empire commands you to," he told her confidently.

Jaina thought about that a moment. "What about me being a TIE mechanic, Sir?" she asked.

"You'll still be able to do that some. You won't be servicing Imperial Personnel all day. You'll have time to perform other duties as well," he replied.

Jaina sensed that he was hiding something, but she wasn't sure what. She knew that the Empire wouldn't expect her to fuck all day long though. "Can I think about it for a couple of days, Sir?" she asked.

"Of Course, Recruit Solo. The Empire only wants what's best for you. I'll also upload some more information to your comlink," Major Drasi told her. He then punched a couple of buttons on his datapad, and sent the information to her.

"Thank you, Sir," Jaina answered.

"I see that you've been in counseling since you've been in basic. Why don't you stop by and have a session now?

"Um, it's not my day, Sir."

Major Drasi smiled. "Doctor Downing Street has a special therapy planned for you today," he told her.

"Oh, well, yes Sir then," Jaina answered.

"Good. Do you have any more questions right now, Recruit Solo?"

Jaina recognized the tone of dismissal. "No Sir," she said as she rose to her feet, and saluted. Major Drasi returned her salute, and dismissed her.

After the intensive therapy session with Doctor Street, which incorporated her spectacles and earpieces, Jaina returned to her training unit to find Drill Sergeant Morrgin there. The rest of the unit was out training.

"So, what did you decide, Recruit Solo?" she asked her.

Jaina wasn't surprised that she knew what she had been offered. "Major Drasi is going to let me think about it a couple of days, Drill Sergeant," she replied.

"Okay; and just to let you know, Drill Sergeant Aastin and I both recommended you for the ProCorps," she told her. "We really think it's where you belong."

"Yes Drill Sergeant, thank you," Jaina replied, blushing.

"And since it's almost lunch time, after you eat you're going to stay here and clean my barracks for the rest of the day, Recruit Solo."

"Yes Drill Sergeant," Jaina replied obediently.

"As matter of fact, do you want me to hold you out of training tomorrow so you can have more time to think about it?" she asked her.

Jaina thought about that a moment. She hated to be apart from her unit, but tomorrow they were going to be practicing marksmanship. "That would be fine, Drill Sergeant," Jaina replied with a slight smile.

"Good. Now go to the mess hall and get something to eat. Then report back to me so you can start cleaning," Drill Sergeant Morrgin told her.

"Um, Drill Sergeant, I'm not allowed to go to the mess hall by myself," Jaina responded.

"Oh yeah," Drill Sergeant Morrgin replied absently. "I'll make an exception this time, and just monitor you through your comlink, so you don't wander off."

"Yes Drill Sergeant," Jaina answered. 

After waiting a few seconds to see if Drill Sergeant Morrgin had anything else for her, Jaina turned and started towards the mess hall, which was only about seven hundred meters away. As she walked, Jaina realized that since she couldn't take off her comlink anymore, they could track her no matter what. The realization didn't bother her at all. The Empire was just protecting her, after all.

At the mess hall, Jaina ate alone for the first time in weeks, since she came to the Empire. Even so, she finished her lunch as quickly possible without thinking about it, just like she had been trained.

Jaina reported back to Drill Sergeant Morrgin, and asked her if she could turn on her comlink, earpieces, and spectacles for her while she cleaned. After Jaina explained that it would help her relax and work better, she agreed to activate them.

Jaina contently spent the next seven hours cleaning the barracks from top to bottom. She even shined everyone's second pair of boots, cleaned their running shoes, and re-made their beds. Drill Sergeant Morrgin came in and inspected several times, and was impressed each visit.

When the other recruits returned, they were also very appreciative for all the work she had done, although that didn't stop them from promptly dirtying everything up. There was no avoiding that however, it was a daily occurrence.

Jaina sat down next to her locker, and began learning more about being a ProCorps trooper from the information Major Drasi had uploaded into her comlink.

Eighteen days into basic . . .

After physical training and breakfast, the rest of the unit left for marksmanship training. Jaina stayed behind and cleaned the barracks again. That morning, Jaina realized that all her life, she had been trained to kill other beings. 

All the Empire wanted her to do was please people. She stopped mopping the floor, and thought about that. Even Uncle Luke had named her the Sword of the Jedi when she had made Jedi Knight. She didn't want to kill people anymore. Someone else could do that. Jaina Solo was going to be a ProCorps trooper.





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Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 0 Ch. 04



Authoress's notes: This story takes place very soon after the end of the Second Galactic Civil War. It is a prequel to Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. Thanks to meathead96 for editing this entire story for me.

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 ZERO

Chapter 4 of 8

That afternoon . . .

"So are you sure about this, Recruit Solo," Major Drasi asked her.

"Yes Sir," Jaina replied confidently.

"Okay. I've checked into it, and since your previous enlistment contract hadn't been completely processed yet, I was able to get it voided, which will make this whole thing simpler," Major Drasi said.

"Yes Sir," Jaina answered with a nod.

"First, here is your new enlistment contract, and a separate statement saying that you are not being coerced in any way," he said as he slid a datapad to her.

The first document displayed asked her to confirm that she wasn't being coerced in any way into joining the Imperial Naval Prostitution Corps. Jaina quickly scanned it, then put her thumbprint in the box. Next her new enlistment contract appeared.

This one had options for five, seven, ten, and fifteen years. Jaina selected the five year option. It also said that if she failed to complete her enlistment for any reason, then the Empire could make her spend the remainder of her service performing whatever duties the Empire wanted. Jaina reached the end, and put her thumbprint in the box as well. Then she passed it back to him.

"Congratulations, Recruit Solo," Major Drasi said with a smile as he reviewed her thumbprints. "There are a couple of more things we need to take care of, that pertain to you specifically, and aren't standard for ProCorps troopers." Then he brought up another document on his datapad, and passed it back to her.

This one stated that she was renouncing all ties to the Jedi Order, for the entire period of her service to the Empire. It also said that she would not attempt to contact or receive any form of communication from any Jedi or Force sensitive individual, even through intermediaries, without prior permission from the Empire. Last it said that she would report any violations of this, or suspected violations, to her superiors immediately, in detail.

"Um, Sir, what about my Mom, and Uncle Luke?" Jaina asked him. She was sure that she would want to see them, and talk to them before five years was up.

"You will be able to contact your parents, Uncle Luke, and your cousin Ben periodically, although you will need approval each time," Major Drasi explained.

"Oh, okay Sir," Jaina replied. Then, after a few seconds' consideration, she put her thumbprint in the appropriate box, and passed the datapad back to him.

Major Drasi checked her thumbprint again, then brought up another document and passed it back to her. This one said that she was transferring ownership of her X-wing and astromech to the Empire. Jaina re-read it as she thought about it. She didn't have any particular attachment to the X-wing, past it being pretty much all she had at this point. The astromech had been with her awhile though. It didn't matter, she was a ProCorps trooper now, she didn't need either. She liked the idea of surrendering her life to the Empire. She put her thumbprint in the box, and passed the datapad back to Major Drasi.

Major Drasi checked her thumbprint once again, brought up another document, and passed the datapad back to her. This one said that she was relinquishing ownership of her lightsaber to High Moff Jagged Fel for the duration of her service to the Empire. Jaina sat and stared at it for several seconds. Finally, she sensed Major Drasi getting impatient, so she hastily put her thumbprint in the box, then passed it back to him.

After she did, Jaina realized that the one about her X-wing hadn't said anything about her getting it back once she completed her service to the Empire. She shrugged her shoulders; it was too late to worry about now. Then she thought of Jag having her lightsaber for the next five years. That made her think of his Personal Assistant, Fifty-Eight.

Now that Jaina understood that Jag's PA was a ProCorps trooper, she had a pretty good idea just how personally she assisted Moff Fel. Actually Jaina had wondered when she first saw Fifty-Eight, but now she knew. Then Jaina wondered if she would be replacing Fifty-Eight under Jag's desk once she completed her ProCorps training.

Jaina imagined herself wearing a ProCorps uniform with towering heels, cheerfully bringing Moff Fel caf while he ran the Empire. Then he was upset with her for misfiling a datapad. The scene changed to her naked, lying across his lap while he spanked her with the datapad until her ass turned red. Next she was still naked except for her chrono, comlink, a collar, and towering high heeled kneeboots. She was standing with her face in the corner and her hands cuffed behind her back while Moff Fel ignored her and blithely discussed Imperial business with several Moffs.

Frakk, I'm getting horny, Jaina thought to herself.

"Thank you, Recruit Solo," Major Drasi said as he reviewed the document. "I'll have your personal property from your training unit sent to my ship, and you'll stay here with me," he told her.

"Yes Sir," Jaina replied obediently, trying to calm down from her fantasy. Her personal property had been put into storage along with all the other recruits' when she arrived at the training unit. It consisted of a couple of changes of clothes, and her Jedi robes. The recruits had been allowed to keep their datapads, for writing messages during their small amount of free time. Jaina's was in her uniform pocket. All of her personal hygiene items had even been issued by the Imperial Navy.

"Um, Sir, I don't need any of that stuff anyway, they can just throw it away or whatever," Jaina told him.

"Great then," Major Drasi replied. "I'll let Drill Sergeant Morrgin know. Also, since I have completed my business on Prefsbelt IV, we can depart immediately."

"Yes Sir," Jaina responded. "May I send a message to my parents before we leave though, Sir?"

"Of course, Recruit Solo." Then he paused a moment. "You do understand the need for discretion don't you, Recruit Solo?" he asked her.

"Oh, yes Sir," Jaina replied. "They review all recruits' messages anyway, and won't send them if they have classified information," she told him.

"I know that, Recruit Solo," he replied in a mildly reproving tone. "I'll be reviewing your messages while you are at the ProCorps Academy anyway. I was just reminding you, Recruit."

"Yes Sir, sorry Sir," Jaina replied quickly.

On the way to the spaceport, Jaina turned her music back on first. Then she composed a message to her parents explaining that she was leaving the Jedi order for awhile. She told them that she was enlisting in the Imperial Navy, and that she still loved them. She didn't mention that she was enlisting for five years, and certainly didn't mention what she was enlisting for. Jaina also told them that she wasn't sure when she would be able to talk to them again. She felt a little excited, and nervous as she wrote the message.

Jaina finished, re-read it, and then passed it to Major Drasi. While she knew that someone was monitoring her communication with the outside galaxy while she was in basic, it was different when she had to physically hand her private message to her parents to an Imperial Officer and watch quietly while he read it. Still, she obeyed.

By the time they arrived, Major Drasi had sent the message. The military speeder took them to a sleek yacht about forty-five meters long, a little longer than the Falcon, but not nearly as wide, built more like Lando's ship, the Lady Luck. Jaina turned off her music, so she didn't miss anything Major Drasi told her.

A brown-haired ProCorps trooper was waiting for them at the bottom of the ramp. Her gleaming Imperial Emblem belt buckle and towering heels were obvious. Now that Jaina knew what to look for, she could spot the edge of her durasteel collar underneath her uniform tunic. Jaina sensed that she was very happy and content. Major Drasi sent her to finish prepping the ship for launch, and took Jaina to the passenger compartment.

As Jaina walked in, there were eight comfortable looking seats facing forward in two rows of four, to her left. There looked to be plenty of room between each seat. Against the right side was a long couch, with six safety harnesses. Separate from the other seats against the rear bulk head were four more seats that looked a little less comfortable than the other eight. There was a medium-sized container, sitting on the couch.

"Alright recruit, I want you to take off your uniform, then you can put on your ProCorps training uniform in the container," Major Drasi instructed her.

"Yes Sir," Jaina replied as she picked up the container to take it to the 'fresher—as soon as she found out where that was.

"No. You will change right here; now," Major Drasi told her firmly.

Jaina stared back at him in bewilderment. Then she quickly regained her senses. Of course he wanted to see her naked, and since she had signed up to be a ProCorps trooper, he would, sooner or later. "Yes Sir," she replied as she sat the container down and stripped off her dress uniform tunic.

Jaina calmed herself with the Force as she stripped naked in front of a man she had only met yesterday. Finally she was down to her chrono and comlink, which she couldn't take off, and her spectacles and earpieces. She started to cover her breasts and crotch, but quickly dropped her hands to her sides.

"I'm glad you kept your spectacles and earpieces on, recruit," Major Drasi told her with a smile, as he started slowly walking around her, inspecting her.

"Thank you Sir," Jaina replied, blushing furiously with embarrassment as he studied her.

"You have a fantastic body, recruit. Many of our eighteen or twenty year old recruits aren't in as good as shape as you are," he commented.

"Thank you Sir," Jaina replied, blushing an even deeper shade of red.

Major Drasi completed two slow circuits of her, then told her to put on her training uniform. Jaina knew what the ProCorps Recruit training uniform was from the information Major Drasi had uploaded into her comlink.

First Jaina wrapped the twenty centimeter wide black nerfhide waist cincher around her stomach. Then she pulled the four three centimeter wide straps that went over it as tight as she could. Each strap had a tension lock that kept it taut until it was unlocked with a remote. There were D-rings at regular intervals all around the waist cincher.

Then Jaina put on the black nerfhide breast harness. It consisted of a strap around her chest just below her breasts, and more straps that went around her breasts, connecting to the two that went over her shoulders. There were four straps going over each of her breasts, leaving plenty of skin exposed for both stimulation and punishment. The straps connected to a three centimeter wide durasteel ring that went around her nipple. The breast harness also had several D-rings on it.

Next Jaina put on the black nerfhide chastity belt. It had a ten centimeter wide waist strap, and a wide strap that tapered to go between her legs before widening again to connect to the waist strap at the small of her back. There were also several D-rings on the outside of it.

The chastity belt had a durasteel plate with dozens of small holes over her pussy. Jaina knew this was so it could be worn while she peed. The plate could be removed if necessary, to provide access to her pussy for all but the most well-endowed of cocks.

There was also a durasteel panel in the back that could be slid up into the nerfhide to allow her to take care of that business, or to provide access to her ass. Jaina had shuddered a little when she had read that little tidbit. Now though, she was willing to trust the Empire. With those two features, there was no need to take the chastity belt off her except to shower, and then only occasionally. The Empire had complete control over her sex.

After the chastity belt Jaina put on the thirteen-centimeter high sandals. They had chunky heels about two centimeters in diameter, to make it easier to walk in them. Each sandal had a wide strap that went over her feet just above her toes, and two more that went up her ankles to connect to the wide ankle strap with the hidden maglocks built into it. Jaina knew that she would learn to walk in higher and thinner heels throughout her training.

"You look great, recruit," Major Drasi said as he admired her.

"Thank you Sir," Jaina replied.

"Now, I want you to kneel, and ask me to put your training collar on you," Major Drasi told her.

"Yes Sir," Jaina answered as she dropped to her knees and crossed her wrists behind her back. She had also learned about this ceremony from the information he had sent her. Since they had just shaved her head three days ago, she didn't have to hold her hair out of the way.

"Major Drasi, will you please collar this Prostitution Corps Recruit so she can begin her training for her service to the Empire?" Jaina asked word-for-word. She sensed Major Drasi's happiness at her performance.

"On behalf of the Galactic Empire, I collar this Prostitution Corps Recruit," he said as he closed the seven centimeter wide durasteel collar.

Jaina felt a jolt of excitement as the cold durasteel snapped shut around her neck. She knew that it was maglocked, and wouldn't be coming off very often for the next few months. Jaina also knew that the collar could deliver powerful shocks if she needed to be punished. A few days ago, she would have been frantic to get it off, but now, she calmly accepted it as part of her training to serve the Empire.

Major Drasi ordered Jaina to rise, then took her to the row of seats against the rear bulkhead. As they came into view, Jaina saw that each seat had two leg rests with grooves for the occupants lower legs, with open durasteel cuffs about twenty centimeters wide waiting to be closed over them. There were also grooves in the armrests, but without the cuffs. Then Jaina remembered the armrests in the counselor's office, and assumed that there were maglocks in the grooves.

Oddly, there were also groves in the seat, at the bottom of the backrest. They were about the correct angle for someone to put their wrists in while sitting in the seat. Jaina could see the maglocks in them, and as she got closer, the ones in the armrests. Jaina had a pretty good idea how she would be traveling to the ProCorps Academy at this point.

"Sit down, and lock your ankles into place," Major Drasi instructed her.

"Yes Sir," Jaina replied. Then she took a deep breath, sat down in the seat, and closed the durasteel cuffs over her lower legs. There was about fifty centimeters between her ankles.

"Good. Now put your hands behind your back, and your wrists into the grooves there," he told her.

Jaina obeyed, and felt the maglocks attach to her chrono and comlink, securing them. Then Jaina had a sudden realization. The reason that the chrono and comlink looked so much like cuffs is that they were designed to be restraints as well as a chrono and comlink. Jag had had her wearing shackles before she had come to the Empire without her even realizing it! Must have been why I liked them so much, she thought with a smile.

While she had been contemplating that, Major Drasi had fastened her safety harness on her. Jaina didn't doubt that it was locked on as well.

"Don't go anywhere, Major Drasi told her with a smile.

Then he used the remote to turn her music back on for her. The transparent patterns had been playing all day long on her spectacles.

"I won't, Sir," Jaina replied, a little surprised that he could do that, but not too much.

Major Drasi smiled as he patted her on the inside of her thigh. Then he headed towards the cockpit. Jaina quickly relaxed in her restraints, listening to her music, and watching the patterns on her spectacles.

As a pilot, Jaina was always a little nervous when someone else was at the controls of a ship she was on. Being a thoroughly restrained and helpless passenger was nerve-racking. Jaina didn't know how she would have made it through the take off and jump into hyperspace without the Force, and her music and the patterns on her spectacles.

Actually, Jaina realized that she had only done one Force calming exercise, and that was right at the beginning, out of habit. Apparently the music and transparent patterns worked better than the Force for calming her down.

After they made the jump to hyperspace, Major Drasi came back, and released her from the seat. "How would you like to get started on your training, recruit?" he asked her.

"Um, sure, Sir," Jaina replied nervously.

Major Drasi smiled, and pulled a remote out of his pocket. Then he unlocked the crotch plate on her chastity belt, and produced a synthrubber dildo about fifteen centimeters long. "You will masturbate with this while I observe you, and critique your performance," he informed her.

Jaina stared at the dildo a few seconds. "Yes Sir," she found herself replying.

As Jaina took the dildo from him, she wondered what her mom would say if she saw her doing this. Then Jaina stuck the dildo in her mouth, to get it wet.

"Look at me while you do that," Major Drasi instructed her. Always remember, you are performing for your Imperial audience's pleasure. Everything you do should be to make them happy and more aroused."

Jaina blushed with embarrassment as she locked eyes with him. After a few more seconds, the dildo was wet enough. Jaina took it out of her mouth, and pushed it into her pussy. She kept her eyes on him as she began stroking the dildo in and out of her pussy.

It felt weird wearing the nerfhide chastity belt while she was masturbating. Somehow, allowing her to masturbate through the hole only emphasized that the Empire had complete control over her sex. They could access her pussy exactly as much as they wanted to, when ever they wanted to. The thought made Jaina even wetter.

"Faster," Major Drasi told her after about a minute. "And keep eye contact with me," he reminded her.

"Yes Sir," Jaina said breathlessly as she continued to masturbate herself for him.

About thirty seconds later, he told her to play with her titty with her free hand. Jaina promptly obeyed, maintaining eye contact with him. Then he had her pinch and pull on her nipple through the durasteel ring of the breast harness. Next he had her switch hands so her other titty wouldn't be left out.

After Jaina had spent a minute or so playing with each of her tits, Major Drasi told her to spank herself. "And I want to see hand prints on your ass," he warned her.

"Yes Sir," Jaina replied breathlessly as she began smacking her own ass.

While Jaina had played some S&M games in the past, having to spank herself while she masturbated was distracting. Fortunately the humiliation of masturbating and spanking herself in front of someone was arousing enough to more than make up for it. Less than four minutes later, Jaina was almost ready to cum.

"Stop!" Major Drasi suddenly commanded her.

What? Jaina thought as she pushed the dildo back up her pussy. Less than a second, and another thrust of the dildo, Jaina got her first shock from the training collar.

"OW--Skrag!" Jaina shouted, more in surprise than pain. She dropped dildo to the deck, and reached up with both hands and pulled on her collar.

"Recruit! When you are told to stop, you will stop immediately," Major Drasi said firmly. "Is that clear?"

"What?" Jaina asked in confusion, still tugging vainly at her collar. "I was so close though!" she complained.

"Recruit, how close you are to orgasming is not important. When you are told to do something, you will obey instantly," he said vehemently.




Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 0 Ch. 04



"Yes Sir," Jaina replied distraughtly.

"Now, I didn't say anything about dropping the dildo. Pick it back up," he instructed her.

"Yes Sir," Jaina responded as she obeyed.

"By the way, that was the mildest setting on your training collar. There are nine, more powerful ones," Major Drasi commented as she picked the dildo back up. "Now, while you're on break, let me see how you have been doing on your ass," he told her.

Jaina obediently turned away from him, and displayed her reddened ass. Major Drasi declared it barely adequate, then ordered her to turn back around and resume masturbating, and spanking herself. Jaina eagerly obeyed the first part, and simply obeyed the second part.

A couple of minutes later she was on the verge of orgasm again. This time, she sensed him about to order her to stop, and when he did, she was able to pull the dildo out before she got shocked.

Jaina stood there panting in her tight waist cincher and breast harness, holding the glistening dildo in her left hand. Her pussy was quivering with desire, and dripping onto the deck.

"I didn't say take the dildo out. I simply told you to stop," Major Drasi informed her.

"Yes Sir," Jaina replied as she carefully pushed the dildo back into her pussy. She didn't even want to think about what would happen to her if she came.

"Good, now see if you can hold it in without your hands," he instructed her.

Jaina squeezed the dildo with her pussy muscles, and let go of it with her hand. It was just too slick. Jaina felt it sliding down centimeter by centimeter. She knew that she could easily hold it in with the Force, but she also knew that Major Drasi didn't want her to.

"Get it," he told her just before it slipped out.

As Jaina quickly reached down and pushed the dildo back in, she braced herself for a shock.

"There's no need to worry, recruit. That was simply an exercise to see what you were capable of. Soon you'll be able to stroke that dildo in and out of your pussy with nothing but your cunt muscles," Major Drasi told her with a smile.

"Yes Sir," Jaina said, relieved that she hadn't been shocked again.

"Resume," he commanded her, once again serious.

They repeated the cycle of Jaina masturbating until she was on the edge, and Major Drasi making her stop for the next half hour. He also made her alternate between spanking herself and playing with her tits and nipples.

Currently Jaina was pinching her left nipple, and shoving the dildo in and out of her pussy with her right hand. She couldn't believe how horny she was.

"Stop," Major Drasi ordered her again.

Jaina was so close she just had to give it a couple more strokes. At the first sign of disobedience, Major Drasi activated her shock collar.

"OOWW!" Jaina screamed in pain as she dropped the dildo and frantically clawed at the collar with both hands.

"Pick up the dildo, recruit," Major Drasi instructed her.

Jaina mind was reeling. That shock had definitely been more powerful than the first one. Jaina instinctively gathered the Force to deal with the threat . . . and stopped. Major Drasi had every right to discipline her for not stopping when he told her to. "OW!" Jaina said again as she was shocked again; except not as powerfully this time.

"I said pick up the dildo, recruit," Major Drasi told her again.

"Yes Sir, sorry Sir," Jaina replied as she quickly picked up the dildo, pushed it back into her pussy, and held it in place without moving it.

"Do you think you deserve an orgasm after disobeying me twice so quickly?" Major Drasi asked her.

Jaina desperately wanted to say yes, but she knew she couldn't. "Please, Sir," she responded, almost begging him. The shocks had taken a big chunk out of her arousal, but she knew she could get it back very quickly.

"Answer the question, recruit," he replied firmly.

"No Sir," Jaina admitted dejectedly

"You are correct. A ProCorps trooper should never disobey orders. However, a ProCorps trooper's primary purpose is to please the Imperial Naval personnel they are assigned to. Right now it would please me if you crawled over here and gave me a blowjob. If you do a good enough job, you may be able to earn your own orgasm," he informed her.

Jaina hesitated perhaps a half a second before she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled towards him. She kept the dildo in her pussy as she did, and kept her eyes locked on his as she crawled. Once she had gently taken his cock out of his uniform pants, he locked her chrono and comlink together behind her back with a short chain.

Jaina licked her lips, and then slowly slid them down the shaft of his rapidly hardening cock. "Keep your eyes on your client," Major Drasi told her. "Even if they aren't paying attention to you, look up at them while you are pleasuring them."

"Yes Sir," Jaina said as she momentarily raised her mouth up off him.

Major Drasi moaned in pleasure, then asked, "Tell me recruit, is this the first time you've sucked a dick with your hands cuffed behind you?"

"No Sir," Jaina replied with embarrassment.

"Well, it shows," he replied as he leaned his head back.

Next Jaina slid her lips all the way down his cock, deep throating him. Nearly ten minutes later, Jaina had him on the edge of orgasming. Within a few seconds, she felt him tense, then shoot his load down her throat. Jaina kept her mouth on him the whole time, sucking down every drop.

"You're a natural, recruit," Major Drasi told her, smiling as he looked down at her.

Jaina slowly slid her lips off his cock. "Thank you Sir," she replied with her own smile.

Major Drasi unlocked her wrists, and allowed her to go use the 'fresher.

Once Jaina had used the 'fresher, Major Drasi had her secure herself in her seat again, and he turned on her music and transparent patterns for her. Jaina relaxed in her bondage, listening to her music, and drifted blissfully off to sleep.





Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 0 Ch. 05



Authoress's notes: This story takes place very soon after the end of the Second Galactic Civil War. It is a prequel to Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. Thanks to meathead96 for editing this entire story for me.

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 ZERO

Chapter 5 of 8

Jaina awoke and was momentarily startled that her hands were trapped behind her back. She quickly remembered that she was on board Major Drasi's ship, and that she had joined the ProCorps. She also remembered what she had done last night.

She glanced in front of her, and found Major Drasi in the same seat he had been in last night when she had given him a blowjob. "Well, good morning, recruit," he said with a smile.

"Good morning Sir," Jaina replied.

"Would you like me to release you so you can use the 'fresher and eat breakfast?" he asked her.

"Please Sir," Jaina answered politely.

Major Drasi released her, and she went aft to use the 'fresher. When she returned, Four was there with a breakfast tray for her. Jaina reached out with the Force, to get a sense of how a fully trained ProCorps trooper felt. She was surprised at just how peaceful and content Four was. Jaina had felt like that herself in a long time. . .

"We'll be arriving at the ProCorps Academy in about two hours," Major Drasi told her while she ate.

"Yes Sir," Jaina replied between bites. She wasn't used to talking while she ate. "Um, Sir, may I ask where we are going?" She hadn't even thought about that until now.

"No you may not, recruit. The location of the ProCorps Academy is classified," Major Drasi answered.

"Yes Sir, sorry Sir," Jaina responded after another bite. She thought of trying to sense the answer with the Force, but quickly discarded the idea. If the Empire needed to keep secrets from her, then so be it. After all, she was just a lowly enlisted recruit. She would have to earn trust.

"Recruit, I understand that Jedi can gather information from other beings thoughts. Have you done that just now?" he asked after a few moments thought.

"No Sir," Jaina answered quickly, and a little guiltily for thinking of it.

"Good. Would you have told me if you had?"

Jaina started to answer, then stopped and thought about it a moment. "Yes Sir, I wouldn't lie."

Major Drasi stared back at her a few seconds. "Good. I have no way of verifying this of course, but until you prove otherwise, I will trust you not to do this under any circumstances while at the ProCorps Academy. That is a direct order, by the way."

"Yes Sir," Jaina replied after she took her last bite of breakfast.

"You are allowed, and even encouraged to use the Force to sense others' emotions, and especially their desires. We feel that this will make you a better ProCorps trooper," Major Drasi explained.

As a Jedi, Jaina had always used the Force to sense her lover's, and lovers', emotions when she was having sex. "Yes Sir," she answered. "Um, Sir, may I ask a question about something else?"

"Yes recruit," Major Drasi replied with a smile.

"Thank you Sir. High Moff Fel called his assistant Fifty-Eight, and you call yours Four. Can you tell me why?"

"That is the last digits of their ProCorps serial numbers. Four's is SX-41104. ProCorps troopers don't normally use their names. Their identities are confidential. In your case this will be even more important, since you are relatively well known."

Jaina had read something like that in the information he had uploaded to her comlink. She still didn't completely understand, but she was willing to accept his answer. "So I'll have a serial number that I'll be known by as well, Sir?"

"Yes recruit, you'll be issued one at the Academy," Major Drasi replied. "Right now, let's get you restrained for the rest of our trip."

"Yes Sir," Jaina replied as she obediently shackled her leg back into the leg rests. Then she put her wrists behind her and into the slots in the seat. Major Drasi fastened her safety harness, then went forward, into the cockpit.

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Once they landed, Major Drasi escorted Jaina to the ProCorps Academy medical clinic, on a leash. She was a little embarrassed at being led on a leash, and more than a little at only being allowed to wear her ProCorps training uniform.

In the clinic, he told her to obey every instruction explicitly, and trust the Empire to take care of her. She promised him that she would, and he left her in the care of a ProCorps Academy Instructor, and a nurse.

"At the ProCorps Academy you will address all staff members as Sir or Ma'am, as appropriate, is that understood?" the thirty-something female instructor told her. 

"Yes Ma'am," Jaina replied obediently as the instructor glanced at a nearby computer monitor.

"Alright recruit, your ProCorps serial number is SX-51472," the Instructor told her. "It will be displayed at the top of your comlink, and on your spectacles. You will only answer to your serial number, or the last two digits. If you answer to your former name, you will be punished, is that understood, Seventy-Two?"

"Yes Ma'am," Jaina answered. It felt sort of weird having her new name assigned randomly by a computer.

"Now, I want you to clearly say your first name, last name, and any nicknames that you use," the instructor told her.

"Yes Ma'am, Jaina answered in confusion, then obeyed, even saying her nickname from Rogue Squadron, Sticks.

"Alright, by the end of the day your collar will be programmed to automatically shock you if you repeat any of these words. Since your last name and nickname are real words, you should be careful not to try to use them for their other meanings, as the collar won't be able to tell the difference, understood, Seventy-Two?"

Jaina was stunned by this insidious training method. Still, she had to admit that it would be very effective. "Yes Ma'am, Seventy-Two understands," she replied.

"Good girl," the instructor replied with a smile. Then the instructor picked up two durasteel strips. Jaina glanced at them, and saw that they were about as wide as her collar, and had her serial number on it in easy-to-read black lettering. 

The instructor reached up, and attached one to each side of her collar. "And your serial number will also be displayed on your training collar, for easy identification," she told her.

"Yes Ma'am," Jaina replied.

Then the nurse gave Jaina a complete medical exam. Jaina wasn't surprised that they were able to take off her chastity belt, and conduct a vaginal and rectal exam.

After lunch and some more processing, the instructor finally took Jaina to the ProCorps barracks. There were five beds on each side of the room, with two ProCorps recruits leashed to the foot of each bed.

"Do not speak without permission, and raise your hand for permission," the instructor told her, and the rest of the recruits.

As the instructor leashed her to the foot of what she assumed was her bed, Jaina scanned the room, and was surprised to see a trio of male recruits spread out amongst the sixteen female ones. Then Jaina wondered if the recruits would be sharing beds with each other. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of another leash being attached to the other side of her bunk.

Jaina glanced over, and saw the profile of an attractive blonde woman a couple of years younger than her, that looked familiar. Jaina reached out with the Force, and was stunned to sense Tahiri standing next to her.

Tahiri sensed her Force probe, and nodded back towards her.

"H—" Jaina started to say, and promptly received a moderate shock from her collar. Jaina gasped, and clutched at her throat.

"Welcome to the Imperial Naval ProCorps Academy, recruits. As Seventy-Two here as just demonstrated, your training collars' voice shock feature is activated. If you don't understand what that means, just say so now," she said with amusement.

All of the recruits naturally remained silent, and glanced towards Jaina, amused.

"Good then," the instructor continued. "All of you are here to become Imperial Prostitutes. While most of your training will be done individually, you will be sharing a bed most nights, to get you use to accommodating yourself to others. You won't be talking to each other very much though."

Jaina was still shocked to find Tahiri here. She wanted to talk to her, but she couldn't. When she reached out with the Force, she sensed that Tahiri was happy to see her, but distracted by something.

That night, Jaina and Tahiri were pulled aside. Neither had said more than a few words to each other all day. Either they weren't able to because of their collars, or were busy with their training.

"The two of you are both former Jedi. While you are at the ProCorps Academy, you will not attempt to communicate with each other with the Force, other than sensing each other's emotions, is that understood?" she asked them as she held their leashes in her hand.

"Yes Ma'am," Tahiri replied, followed by Jaina a moment later.

"Good, now, since both of you are here, we believe you will obey all orders, including that one. However, if either of you attempts to use the Force for anything other sensing others emotions, I expect whichever of you that did it, even if my accident, to report it, so you can be punished. If the other one finds out that you did it, then I expect her to report it, is that understood?"

"Yes Ma'am," they both replied.

"Good, now let's get you two to bed," the instructor said as she tugged their leashes back towards the bunk room.

A minute later, Jaina and Tahiri were laying side-by-side on the small bed. Each of them were leashed to a corner, at the head of the bed. They were both still wearing their complete training uniform, which included their waist cinchers, breast harnesses, chastity belts, chronos, comlinks, and of course, their training collars. Recruits were only allowed to remove their shoes, and Jaina knew that in a few weeks they would have to sleep in those as well.

Jaina still wanted to ask Tahiri how she ended up here, but couldn't. Instead she smiled at her, and was relieved when Tahiri smiled back. Almost in unison, they slid closer together, and shared a brief kiss. Then they drifted off to sleep with their limbs entwined, listening to the relaxing music that was playing over the speakers in the bunk room.

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Everyday, ProCorps training included at least two hours in the gym. For recruits that were in less than the best shape, they would add an extra hour to their time. 

The recruits also had a pair of two hour classes everyday that could be described as advanced sex-ed classes. There they learned about seemingly every sex practice and fetish imaginable that they might encounter as an Imperial ProCorps trooper. The classes incorporated their spectacles and earpieces, for greater impact. As their training progressed, the class time would be cut, and they would spend more time perfecting their sexual techniques.

From day one the recruits began having sex. Jaina lost count of the number of men that had fucked her by the third day. She knew she had thoroughly enjoyed everyone of them though. Jaina was also paired up with many of her fellow recruits for various acts, including Tahiri.

To help train the several hundred ProCorps recruits that were at the Academy at any given time, Imperial Naval personnel were allowed to come in while on leave. To protect the location of the Academy, they were all transported in from another planet. They still had to pay a small fee to have sex with the recruits, but it was much cheaper than the cost of a fully trained ProCorps Trooper. The rate was also pro-rated based on the client's pay-rate, so lower ranking troopers paid a smaller percentage of their pay than higher ranking enlisted and officers.

While assisting in the training of the ProCorps recruits, the Naval personnel were often watched by the instructors, and they had limited control over how the recruits pleased them. Still, the ProCorps Academy was an extremely popular destination for leave. This ensured that there were always an abundance of cocks, and enough pussies, for the recruits to train on.

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As Jaina had expected from the recruitment video, ProCorps training involved nearly non-stop sexual acts, alone under supervision, and with one to several partners, also under supervision. One of the first things that the instructors taught Jaina was erotic dancing.

They explained that anytime a ProCorps trooper was being observed, even if on holocam, they should be performing for their audiences' pleasure. After nearly eight hours of lessons over two days, Jaina Solo, under the name SX-51472, made her stripping debut.

For her first performance, Jaina wore a fetish Imperial TIE fighter's uniform, without the helmet. She wondered if they had chosen the outfit because she had planned on being a TIE fighter pilot once. She was still wearing her training collar, but not the rest of their training uniform.

The rules in the ProCorps Academy strip club were similar to other strip clubs. The customers weren't allowed to touch the dancers; because it wasn't time yet, and they hadn't paid for that. They were allowed to buy table dances, and private dances in backrooms. Just like in most strip clubs, it was expected that the dancer would have sex in the backroom.

Thanks to her ProCorps training, and what little Alema Rar had tried to teach her years ago, a pair of TIE pilots on leave quickly bought Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 for a thirty minute private dance. Jaina smiled and flirted with them as she escorted them to the room. She was naked except for her collar, chrono, comlink, and black fifteen centimeter heeled knee boots. Idly, she wondered if she would have been their commanding officer had she not chosen the ProCorps.

With two men and only thirty minutes, Jaina danced for about twenty seconds before they started fucking her. One of them leaned back in a pouf chair, and had Jaina straddle him. The other quickly moved behind her, and started fucking her ass as she fucked his friend. Jaina loved the feeling of one cock in her pussy and another in her ass at the same time.

After they both came in her, they moved to the floor where Jaina got on her hands and knees. The second TIE pilot started fucking her from behind, in her pussy this time, while the first one stepped in front of her for a blow job. To Jaina's delight, she was able to bring both of them to a second orgasm before their thirty minutes were up. She was also happy to orgasm herself, just as the second one came in her pussy.

Afterwards, Jaina went back to the dressing room, and used the 'fresher to clean up. She had three more sets to do that night, and was looking forward to each one.

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A couple of days later, in the instructors' office. . . 

"Seventy-Two, as you know, we monitor all of your communications," Instructor Lanne told her.

"Yes Ma'am," Jaina replied promptly. The Empire had done the same thing when she was in basic training. At first she had resented it a little, but she quickly accepted it.

"We have noticed that since you are so busy with your training, you haven't been replying to your parents as often as they have been sending messages. Would you like us to help you with that?" she asked.

Even in basic, Jaina hadn't felt like writing a whole lot. Now that she was at the ProCorps Academy, she would much rather train, which usually meant have sex, than send messages to rebels, even if they were her parents. She definitely didn't want to lose any training time. "Yes Ma'am, thank you, but how?" Jaina asked.

"Well, since we are already reading your messages, we can just respond to your family for you. That way you'll have even more time for your training," Instructor Lanne informed her.

Jaina was surprised that she would suggest something like that, and even more surprised that she didn't seem to mind at all. "Thank you Ma'am, I'd appreciate that," she replied with a smile. "What about my other family, and friends though, Ma'am?" Since coming to the Empire, she had sent a couple of messages to Uncle Luke and Ben, and one each to a couple of her friends, including Tenel Ka.

"We will take care of your uncle and cousin as well. As for your friends, we'll decide on a case-by-case basis. If we feel that you need to answer one, we'll let you know, okay?" she answered.

"Yes Ma'am, that will be fine," Jaina replied, happy that the Empire would be handling all of her personal correspondence so she could concentrate on her ProCorps training.

"Also, since you're not allowed to use your old name at the Academy, if we do decide that you need to read any of the messages, it will be deleted. If you respond to any, you will not use your name either, including at the end. We will add it if we feel it is necessary," Instructor Lanne told her.

That made sense to Jaina. "Yes Ma'am," she agreed.

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Jaina woke to the pain of someone pinching and pulling her nipple—hard. Her eyes shot open and she realized that it was Tahiri, reaching around from behind her. They had fell asleep spooning each other, with Tahiri behind her. Jaina turned halfway over, and gave her a good morning kiss. Neither of them spoke, since they knew their collars voice shock feature was activated. In fact, Tahiri had probably pulled her nipple to get her to make a sound, and get shocked.

As they explored each others' mouths with their tongues, Jaina reached out and tickled her side, just above her nerfhide waist cincher. Tahiri let out a yelp of laughter—that quickly turned into a yelp of pain as the collar shocked her. Jaina grinned triumphantly at her. Tahiri responded by smiling apologetically back at her. Then they both kissed again. Jaina was thrilled to wake up another day in the ProCorps Academy.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 5 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

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Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 0 Ch. 06



Authoress's notes: This story takes place very soon after the end of the Second Galactic Civil War. It is a prequel to Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. Thanks to meathead96 for editing this entire story for me.

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 ZERO

Chapter 6 of 8

Several days later, at the ProCorps Academy's tattoo center . . .

Jaina looked at the machine with a little trepidation, and quite a bit of excitement. It wasn't the assortment of nerfhide straps attached to it that made her nervous. She had spent most of her time at the ProCorps Academy restrained in some way. The straps were part of what excited her though. The two articulating arms with needles on the end didn't bother her. Even before basic training, the Imperial Navy had given her an assortment of shots. She had received more when she had arrived at the ProCorps Academy.

The thing that made her nervous was if her parents ever found out she had gotten a tattoo. The thing that excited her though, was getting a pair of tattoos, and just where, and what, they were going to be.

"Alright sexy, you're SX-51472, right?" the mid-twenties raven haired woman asked her.

The attendant was wearing a tight black synthhide bodysuit. Over that she had a short black dress, with what looked like a built in corset. She had black eighteen-centimeter high-heeled nerfhide ProCorps boots on her feet. A chrono and comlink were on her wrists, and a silver collar around her neck. She was also wearing a wide silver durasteel belt around her waist, with the Imperial Emblem on the front. Except for the Emblem, the belt was a lot like the one that Alema Rar used to wear.

Jaina wasn't sure if she was an instructor, but everyone except another recruit was her superior at the ProCorps Academy.

"Yes Ma'am," Jaina replied promptly.

"By the way, my name's Stormie," she said as she hit a button on her remote, causing Jaina's chastity belt to unlock with a click. "Take off your chastity belt," Stormie instructed her.

Jaina obeyed, and noticed that Stormie was watching her very closely. Jaina made sure to give her hips an extra wiggle for her as she stepped out of her nerfhide chastity belt.

"Good, climb up and let's get you strapped in," Stormie told her with a smile.

"Yes Ma'am," Jaina replied as she stepped forward and lay down on her stomach on the machine.

Stormie quickly strapped her wrists, biceps, head, chest, hips, upper thighs, knees and ankles tightly to the machine. The straps around her hips and upper thighs were especially tight. Once that was done, the attendant offered her a ballgag, which Jaina politely declined. Jaina couldn't believe what she was about to get tattooed on herself, or where at, but she was excited to be doing it.

"Do you want to watch it?" Stormie asked her as she sat down behind her control panel.

There was a deactivated holomonitor in front of Jaina's face. Since her head was strapped down, she couldn't really look anywhere else anyway. "Yes Ma'am, thank you," Jaina replied. The screen came on and Jaina was looking at a close up view of her own ass.

Jaina heard a few beeps from the control panel, and the machine began scanning her ass, which took about thirty seconds to complete. Then the needles moved down until they were almost touching her skin, one over each butt-cheek.

"Now relax, and let the straps do their job," Stormie told her.

"Yes Ma'am," Jaina replied.

Suddenly, both needles pierced her skin, leaving behind a tiny dot of black ink. Since both needles were computer controlled, they moved blindingly fast across her skin. In less than three minutes, Jaina Solo, daughter of Han and Leia Solo, had the words Imperial Property tattooed across her ass in black, four centimeter high letters. Jaina was so proud she had them, too, and was eager to get her next ProCorps tattoo.

"That looks fantastic on you, Seventy-Two," Stormie told her in a very friendly sounding voice.

Jaina couldn't turn her head to see Stormie, but she sensed that she was very pleased with the tattoo, and attracted to her as well.

"Thank you, Ma'am," Jaina said with her own smile as she stared at the word on the screen, and her own ass. Suddenly her view was blocked, and she felt Stormie's warm breath on her skin.

"You have a great ass," she told Jaina, running her fingers underneath the tattoo. "That's Imperial Property now," she added with laugh.

"Thank you Ma'am," Jaina replied, getting even more aroused. "And thank you for making it Imperial Property," she added.

Stormie stood up, and laughed. "I didn't make it Imperial Property, Seventy-Two. The Empire just allowed you to become its property," she explained. "I just get to label it is all."

"Oh, well thank you for labeling the Empire's Property, Ma'am," Jaina answered.

"Thanks, and lets get you flipped over, so we can have some more fun," Stormie told her.

Five minutes later, Jaina was on her back, and strapped back down. Her legs were spread wide, and flexed, just like at a gynecologist's. The monitor was mounted on a movable arm as well, and the attendant had swung it around so she could see her second tattoo. Jaina looked up and saw a close up view of her crotch, just above her moist pussy.

The machine scanned her mons, then the needles took up position over her skin, one just above the other.

"Ready?" Stormie asked her with a smile.

"Yes Ma'am," Jaina answered enthusiastically.

The needles immediately began tattooing her at the same blinding speed as they had her ass. In about ninety seconds they were finished, and Jaina had a seven centimeter tattoo of the Imperial Emblem tattooed on her mons, just above her pussy. Jaina thought it looked beautiful; especially there.

Stormie stepped out from her control panel, and leaned down until her face was only a few centimeters from her new tattoo. Jaina gasped as she felt her warm breath on her moist pussy.

Then she gently blew on the tattoo, and Jaina moaned and arched her back in arousal. Stormie laughed, and blew on her tattoo a few more times, then stood up, and walked away, leaving her strapped down. Stormie did some things around the room for a few minutes, then came back and began releasing Jaina.

As Jaina was being unstrapped, all she wanted to do was masturbate while she looked at her new tattoos. She knew that she couldn't though. A ProCorps trooper couldn't touch themselves without permission, even if they were wearing their chastity belt. She could fantasize though.

"Thank you so much," Jaina told her as she looked down at the Imperial Emblem on her mons. She glanced at the monitor, which was now displaying her other tattoo. Now anyone that fucked her would know just who's ass she was.

"You're welcome, Seventy-Two," Stormie replied with a smile. "It was completely my pleasure though. I love doing this," she confessed.

"Great," Jaina replied as she pulled her chastity belt back on and locked it.

Stormie stared at her a moment, obviously deciding something. "Do you want to see mine?" she asked.

"Um, sure, Ma'am," Jaina answered, more than a little curious, and still aroused.

Stormie smiled, reached over to her control panel, and pressed a button. Then she pulled her durasteel belt apart, and set it down on a nearby table. Next she loosened and pulled off her corset dress. After that she pulled off her ProCorps boots, leaving her in just her synthhide bodysuit, chrono, comlink, and collar.

She turned away from Jaina and pulled the top edge of the bodysuit away from her collar—apparently it was magnetically attached to it—then reached behind her neck and began unzipping the bodysuit. As she peeled it off, Jaina was amazed at what she saw.

From just below her collar all the way to her knees she was covered in tattoos. Each one was highly detailed, and each scene was separated. Everywhere she looked Jaina saw something that represented the Empire.

A squadron of TIE Interceptors and TIE fighters were spiraling down each of her arms, from shoulder to wrist. The lead one was just above her chrono and comlink. Across her upper back were the words Galactic Empire. An Imperial Super-Star Destroyer was tattooed across the widest part of her back, practically from shoulder to shoulder. Her mid-back and lower-back had tattoos of six regular Imperial Star Destroyers, from various angles.

Between the Super-Star Destroyer and the Imperial ones were tattoos of the busts of Emperor Palpatine and Darth Vader, with Grand Admiral Pellaeon, Grand Admiral Thrawn, and Ysanne Isard below them. The words Imperial Property were tattooed across her ass, just like Jaina had. At the top of the back of each thigh was an AT-AT walker, with a pair of smaller AT-ST walkers below them. Every Star Destroyer, TIE fighter, and Walker was firing at some unseen enemy. Then she slowly turned around, and Jaina saw even more tattoos on her front.

On the front of each thigh was a stormtrooper holding a BlasTech E-11 blaster rifle. The barrel of each rifle was pointed, and firing, directly at her pussy. Just above her pussy was what looked like a tattoo of the Imperial Emblem, like Jaina had just gotten.

Across her lower belly were the words Peace, Freedom, Justice, and Security. On her toned stomach was map of the galaxy that reached from that to just below her breasts. The worlds of the Galactic Empire were in black. The Chiss territory was in blue, and labeled as ally. The rest of the galaxy, including the entire Galactic Alliance, was red, and labeled as to be subjugated. The most outrageous thing of all was tattooed on her large breasts, though.

Each breast was completely covered in a tattoo of the first Death Star. The tattoos were done so that each of her tits looked like it was the Death Star. Each of her areolas had eight green laser beams that joined together at her nipple, which was entirely green, just like the Death Star's Superlaser.

All Jaina could say was, "Wow!"

"You like 'em?" Stormie asked. "I was going to have the TIEs and Star Destroyers blowing up X-wings and other Rebel shik, but then I decided that I didn't want a single thing that reminded me of them in any way on me. Nothing but the awesome power of the Galactic Empire," she said as she displayed her tats.

"I love 'em, Ma'am," Jaina agreed. She didn't mention that she had once flown X-wings. That wasn't important anymore. Growing up Jaina had always been taught that the Death Stars were the ultimate example of the Empire's evil, but seeing two of them like this was far more erotic than dreadful.

"I planned every one except for the two ProCorps ones out before I started any of them," Stormie said as she posed.

Jaina had been wondering about those, and the chastity belt. "Um, Ma'am, may I ask you a question," Jaina asked tentatively.

"Sure," Stormie responded absently.

"Are you a ProCorps trooper?"

Stormie looked up at her, and laughed. "Nope, I flunked out of the Academy. They said I was too independent minded to be a ProCorps trooper. That was after I got the tats though," she said with a smile.

"Oh, yes Ma'am," Jaina said with understanding. She hoped that she wasn't too independent minded to be a ProCorps trooper. "Um, Ma'am, can you take off your collar?"

"Sure," Stormie replied with a smile. "I only wear it because I like it." Then she brushed a couple of fingers over it lovingly. "I have a magnetic leash ring that I wear when I'm off duty," she explained.

"That sounds like fun," Jaina said with a smile. Then she looked back at the map of the galaxy on her stomach. "Ma'am, do you really think the Empire should control the entire galaxy?"

"Hell yes!" Stormie replied emphatically. "I wish I could blast the Rebel scum all into oblivion right now! With girls like you properly motivating our troops, we will someday," she said as she licked her lips at Jaina.

Jaina wasn't a hundred percent sure about the Empire controlling the entire galaxy, but she certainly hoped she could properly motivate the Empire's troops. "I'll do my best, Ma'am," Jaina promised.

Stormie chuckled, and picked up her bodysuit. "And I think right now you need to get back to your training, so you can earn your last tattoo, and your real chastity belt."

"Yes Ma'am!" Jaina replied enthusiastically.

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A couple of days later. . .

"Good morning Recruit Solo. Today you will began an aspect of your training that most of the other recruits won't get," Instructor Witter told her.

"Yes Sir," Jaina replied promptly.

"From this point on, you will not respond to your former name in any way, is that understood, Recruit Solo?" Instructor Witter asked her.

Jaina sensed the trap and remained at rigid parade rest.

"Is that understood, Seventy-Two?" he asked her.

"Yes Sir," Jaina replied promptly.

"Good. We will be testing you on this throughout your training. We will even try to call you that name to wake you up. If you respond you will be punished instantly. You will be trained until you dream of yourself as SX-51472, understood?"

"Yes Sir," Jaina replied without a hint of defiance.

An hour or so later, Jaina was enthusiastically fucking a stormtrooper. She didn't know who he was, and didn't care. They had told her to fuck him, and she was. Her chrono and comlink were maglocked together with a short chain behind her back, and she was bouncing up and down on his sizable cock.

"Recruit Solo!" Instructor Witter shouted from a couple of meters to her right.

Jaina's eyes popped open and she snapped her head towards him; and was instantly hit with a shock from her collar. Jaina gasped in pain and fell off the stormtrooper. Luckily the bunk she was fucking him on was only about half-a-meter off the floor.

"Get up Seventy-Two!" Instructor Witter shouted at her. "You can't let your punishment interfere with servicing your client!"

"Yes Sir," Jaina responded as she scrambled back onto him. She felt annoyance from the stormtrooper at the interruption, then satisfaction as she pushed down onto his cock again.

"Recruit Solo! Stop and come here this instant!" Instructor Witter shouted at her.

This time Jaina ignored him, and kept fucking her stormtrooper. She sensed approval from Instructor Witter, and felt a jolt of pleasure from obeying her orders.

Over the next couple of weeks they called her Jaina, Solo, Jaina Solo, and Recruit Solo at least a dozen times a day. They even threw in her nickname from Rogue Squadron, Sticks. They even had her clients call her some of them as she orgasmed.

Anytime she so much as glanced towards her person calling her, she received an instant shock from her training collar. If she stopped pleasuring a client for a second because she was being shocked, then she was punished for that as well. Finally, after she didn't react to any of her former names for a few days, they moved to the next level of her training.

Jaina was being fucked from behind by one of her trainers. Her arms were tightly encased in a nerfhide armbinder, and he was pulling the leash attached to be back of her collar hard enough to affect her breathing. She didn't think of complaining, she was busy concentrating pleasuring him as best she could.

Suddenly, she heard her mother's voice call her name. Jaina's eyes popped open in shock as she looked for her—and Jaina was promptly shocked by her training collar.

Jaina gasped for breath, and in pain, as her trainer continued to pull on her leash and fuck her from behind. Then she realized that it had been a recording. Somehow they had gotten a recording of her mother.

Less than an hour later, they used a different recording of her mom, and shocked her again. Then it was her dad's voice calling her, and she received another shock.

That was going to be a problem. She had been able to sense her trainers and clients calling her name with Force, and stop herself from reacting. Not only would she not be able to sense a recording with the Force, they were in the voices of her family.

The process continued over the next several weeks, with recordings of her mom, dad, Uncle Luke and even Jacen being played whenever they thought she was distracted. They had the recordings play without saying her name, and shocked her if she reacted to that.

Jaina was very aware that they were training her not to react to her own family's voices, and hoped she was up to the task. After all, she was going to be a ProCorps Trooper, and she trusted the Empire to do what was best for her.

A little over a month after she began the name training, she realized that she had been thinking of herself as SX-51472 for the past two days. She started to try and remember what people had called her before, but quickly abandoned the thought. It didn't matter who she used to be. Now she was Imperial ProCorps Recruit SX-51472, and she was much happier.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 6 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

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Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 0 Ch. 07



Authoress's notes: This story takes place very soon after the end of the Second Galactic Civil War. It is a prequel to Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. Thanks to meathead96 for editing this entire story for me.

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 ZERO

Chapter 7 of 8

A few days after realizing that she is SX-51472. . .

"Hi Chief," Seventy-Two said with a smile as he came into the room.

"Hey babe," he replied as he closed the door behind himself. He was close to fifty years old, and close to twenty kilos overweight.

Seventy-Two watched him as he stripped off his uniform tunic. Even though they were on leave, all Imperial Personnel here had to be in uniform when they weren't in their quarters. Unless they were busy fucking a recruit. This got the recruits used to serving men and women in uniform.

The Senior Chief Petty Officer's chest and what Seventy-Two could see of his back were very hairy. As she strutted towards him in her fifteen centimeter stiletto heels, she caught a whiff of his body odor.

"Let me get that for you, Chief," she said as she dropped to her knees in front of him.

"Sure thing, babe," he replied as she unfastened his pants and pulled his cock out.

Besides her stiletto heels, Seventy-Two was wearing her training collar, nerfhide breast harness, waist cincher, chastity belt, chrono, and comlink. Seventy-Two looked up into his eyes as she slowly took his smallish cock into her mouth. Well, she tried to look into his eyes. His belly was so big that she couldn't keep eye contact as she sucked his dick.

Seventy-Two was a little disconcerted at not being able to look him in the eye, but a ProCorps trooper didn't let things like that interfere with their performance. A couple of minutes later, he had her get up, and go to the bed.

There he used the chains that were connected to the four corners of the bed to restrain her spread-eagle. Then he used the remote they had given him to unlock the durasteel plate on the front of her chastity belt.

Seventy-Two did her best not to grunt from his weight as he climbed on top of her. If he heard her do that, he might think she thought he was fat, and that might upset him. A ProCorps trooper would never do anything to make a superior feel bad about themselves.

Seventy-Two spent the next twenty-five minutes being fucked by the middle-aged, overweight Senior Chief Petty Officer. Of course, even though she was cuffed spread-eagle, she didn't just lie there. She bucked her hips, squeezed his cock with her pussy, and encouraged him to fuck her harder.

Since his cock was so small, and he was fucking her through the hole in her chastity belt, she was nowhere near an orgasm when he was. Still, when he shot his load into her, Seventy-Two bucked and screamed so he would think he was the best lover she had ever had.

Seventy-Two loved sex so much more now than she did before the Academy. She found it so much more satisfying when she concentrated on pleasuring her partner instead of her own selfish desires. Alema Rar had tried to teach her that after the Yuuzhan Vong War, but she hadn't wanted to learn. Before Seventy-Two would have been upset at not orgasming, but now she was just happy that she had been able to satisfy an Imperial Naval trooper.

After the Chief used the 'fresher, he came back and locked the durasteel plate back onto the front of her chastity belt. "Thank you so much, Chief," she cooed as he began releasing her from her bondage. "You were great," she added with a wink and a smile.

"You too, babe," he replied with a smile and a pat on her thigh. "I got to go though, these days I can only get it up for one shot," he said with some resignation.

"Bye bye Chief," she called after him as he left.

Seventy-Two hoped that he felt like he had gotten his credits worth out of her. Since she was only a recruit, she knew that he hadn't paid much to fuck her, but it was still her duty to do her best for the Empire at all times, whether she was pleasuring a client, or performing other duties.  

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The next day, in Major Drasi's office. . .

"Seventy-Two, since you don't use your old name anymore, and you go by SX-51472, don't you think you should legally change it?" Major Drasi asked her.

Seventy-Two hadn't really thought about her old name in awhile. She certainly didn't have a problem with legally changing it. "Yes Sir," she answered with a smile.

"Great," Major Drasi replied. "I've got the document right here, ready to go.

Seventy-Two took it, and began scanning through it. When she got to the part with her new name, she looked up at him and smiled. The Empire had chosen the perfect name for her. Then she quickly scrolled down to the signature box, and put her thumbprint in it. Now she was legally—and proudly—SX-51472, in the full eyes of the law.

"Thank you Sir!" Seventy-Two said happily as she handed the datapad back to him.

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A week later . . .

Seventy-Two was sitting in a small waiting room on some Imperial Space station. She didn't know the name of it, or where it was, and didn't care. They had told her to put on her ProCorps dress uniform and then put her on Major Drasi's ship, and now they were here. 

ProCorps Recruit SX-51473, who was called Seventy-Three now, came out of the office and nodded towards her. She had synthflesh over the scars on her forehead, since they were so distinctive. Seventy-Two stood up, straightened her uniform, and walked into the office. Inside was Major Drasi, and a perky twenty-something human woman.

"Hi, I'm Ashlee Kruse from the Galactic Alliance Consultant," the woman said with an outstretched hand. 

"SX-51472," Seventy-Two replied with a small smile as she briefly shook her hand.

Just like Major Drasi had predicted, the GA representative didn't expect to run into a famous Jedi—or two—so she didn't show the slightest recognition of who Seventy-Two used to be. 

"Well, let's get on with this," Ashlee said. "Es-Ex-Five-One-Four-Seven-Two, I am also representing the planet Corellia, as well as the Alderaan Alliance, as you requested."

"Yes Ma'am, Thank you," Seventy-Two replied politely.

"Now, since you want to remain anonymous, all you have to do is put your thumbprint on the documents. Then the computer will automatically match your thumbprint to your old name, and remove it from the citizenship resisters for the Galactic Alliance, Corellia, and the Alderaan Alliance. Your identity should remain a secret, just as you requested," Ashlee explained.

"Yes Ma'am," Seventy-Two replied. That was what Major Drasi had told her would happen.

"Alright, this document says that you are renouncing your Galactic Alliance, Corellia, and Alderaan Alliance citizenships. This process is irreversible. If you ever want any of them back, you'll have to apply through normal channels," Ashlee informed her as she passed her the datapad.

"Yes Ma'am," Seventy-Two replied as she scanned through the datapad to the bottom, and put her thumbprint in the box. 

Now she was no longer legally a citizen of the Alderaan Alliance. Then she pulled up the next document, and renounced her Corellian citizenship. Finally she renounced her Galactic Alliance citizenship. Seventy-Two felt like a giant weight had been lifted from her shoulders as she handed the datapad back to her.

"Alright Es-Ex-Five-One-Four-Seven-Two, everything looks good," Ashlee told her. "I hope you are satisfied with your decision today."

Seventy-Two wasn't going to respond, but she sensed that Major Drasi wanted her to. "I am Ma'am, thank you," she replied cheerfully.

Once Major Drasi, Seventy-Two, and Seventy-Three returned to the ship, he gave each of them another datapad.

"Now recruits, both of you are stateless beings. That means that no government is legally concerned for either of you. While both of you are in the Imperial Navy, this doesn't really matter, as the Empire will take care of you. However, if you want, you can becomes permanent subjects of the Empire," Major Drasi informed them.

"Now, just so the two of you know, as Imperial subjects, not Imperial citizens, you will have basically no rights at all. You can not own any personal property; you can be arrested and imprisoned without trial for as long as the Empire wants to hold you. You can be conscripted into the military at anytime, for an indefinite duration. Since you are already enlisted in the ProCorps, that last part doesn't really matter. Any questions?" he asked them.

"No Sir," the both replied promptly.

"Okay then. The choice is completely up to each of you. While the Empire doesn't really like having stateless beings with in its borders, as long as you are in the Navy or Army, everything will be fine. Actually your rights as a stateless being are pretty much the same as if you were an Imperial Subject, but by becoming an Imperial Subject, you are legally acknowledging that you have no rights, and acknowledging that the Empire has complete control over your life."

"Yes Sir," the both answered.

Seventy-Two knew that she would much rather be an Imperial subject than a stateless being. She quickly put her thumbprint in the appropriate box, and noticed Seventy-Three doing the same.

"Good," Major Drasi said as he collected the datapads. He brought up another document, and passed them back to them. "Since the Empire can conscript both of you at anytime, you might as well go ahead and change your enlistment to an indefinite time," he said casually, as if he were suggesting what to have for lunch.

Seventy-Two scanned the datapad, and saw that it was for an indefinite enlistment in the Imperial Navy, until such a time as the Empire no longer has need of her service. She reached the end, and quickly put her thumbprint in the box. As Seventy-Two handed Major Drasi the datapad back, she was happier than she had been in a very long time.

Next Major Drasi unlocked their uniforms, and told them to undress. Both recruits complied, and were quickly down to their collars, chronos, comlinks, corsets, and chastity belts. Then he had them put their boots back on, and gave each of them a black synthrubber dildo with a magnetic base.

"Alright, recruits, attach your dicks to the front of your chastity belts, then lay down in a sixty-nine position. Seventy-Two, since you are smaller, you get on top."

"Yes Sir," they replied as they got into position.

Then Major Drasi produced a hand held holocamera, and had them suck each other's synthrubber cocks while he watched, and recorded their performance. "Make sure you do your best, recruits," he told them. "This is for High Moff Fel."

A ProCorps trooper always did their best, but Seventy-Two made sure to try extra hard since they were performing for High Moff Fel, and she sensed Seventy-Three do the same.

Seventy-Two knew that they were performing solely for the benefit of Major Drasi and Moff Fel. Neither Seventy-Three nor she could achieve orgasm from sucking each other's dildo. Still, Seventy-Two hoped she could make Major Drasi and Moff Fel happy. After about ten minutes, Major Drasi unlocked their chastity belts, and had them do a sixty-nine eating each other's pussies.

Seventy-Two eagerly dove into her snatch, and gasped in pleasure as Seventy-Three licked her own. Seventy-Two made sure to keep her eyes on the holocamera and Major Drasi as much as she could. About six or seven minutes later, both Seventy-Three and she were on the edge of orgasm. Both looked up at Major Drasi for permission, and when he nodded, they came together, licking up each other's cum. 

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Seventy-Two took a deep breath as she calmed herself. She was about to play the part of a domme for the first time at the Academy. ProCorps troopers had to please their clients in a variety of situations, and if one wanted to be restrained and spanked, then they were expected to provide that service.

As a domme, Seventy-Two was wearing a black skin-tight synthhide bodysuit, complete with half-finger gloves. A black corset with silver trim was around her torso. The Imperial Emblem, also in silver, was on the front. She was also wearing glossy black crotch high boots with silver metallic soles and eighteen-centimeter heels. 

Seventy-Two's chrono and comlink were on her wrists, over the bodysuit. Since she was still a ProCorps recruit, her training collar was also locked around her neck. The chrono and comlink each had two rows of two centimeter long spikes maglocked around them, and her collar had two rows of three centimeter long spikes around it. Seventy-Two knew the collar would still shock her if she needed that level of correction, though.

Seventy-Two walked into the dungeon and found a hooded female kneeling a couple of meters from the door. Then she saw the two death stars on her tits, and realized that it was Stormie, who had given her her own ProCorps tattoos. The hood was a standard ProCorps training hood, with magnetic strips between the layers of nerfhide around the eyes and mouth. Currently the blindfold and gag were attached to the hood. According to the information Seventy-Two had received, the gag was a cock gag, and the earbuds in the hood were turned off, leaving her in silence. Seventy-Two had been told that her client liked not knowing who her Mistress or Master was, and preferred they didn't speak unless necessary. That was why she was hooded, gagged, collared, cuffed, and naked.

First Seventy-Two stepped over to the discipline implements hanging on a wall, and selected a stiff crop, and a leash. Then she slowly walked around her slave, admiring her tattoos. Her heels clicked rhythmically on the floor.  Then, without saying a thing, she reached out and struck her ass with the crop.

Stormie flinched, but didn't move. Seventy-Two sensed that she wanted more, so she promptly smacked her ass and thighs several more times as she continued to circle her. After the seventh blow, she stopped, and stood in front of her. Seventy-Two reached out with her crop, and flicked her left nipple, then her right.

Then Seventy-Two leaned down, and attached the leash to the front of her slave's collar. She tugged up on it, and Stormie climbed to her feet, and blindingly followed her to a large X-cross by the wall. Seventy-Two quickly uncuffed her, and strapped her to it, facing out.

Seventy-Two paused a moment, then began vigorously cropping her from her thighs to her tits. She sensed Stormie's pain, and arousal as she rained blows down on her. After several dozen red marks were left on her sub, Seventy-Two went over to the supplies, and retrieved a pair of nipple clamps. Stormie let out a delicious yelp of pain as she put them on her. So far, Seventy-Two hadn't said a word. She sensed that Stormie was getting even more aroused at not hearing her too.

Next Seventy-Two unstrapped her submissive, and flipped her around on the cross, so she was facing the wall, with her back out. Then Seventy-Two switched out her crop for a flogger with wide nerfhide tails, and began flogging her back. After a couple of minutes she switched out the flogger for one with longer, thinner tails, and flogged her some more.

When she sensed that Stormie was suitably aroused, and flogged, Seventy-Two unstrapped her from the cross, and buckled a twenty-five centimeter long strap-on dildo onto her. Then Seventy-Two led her to a padded platform about a meter high. Even though she was a ProCorps trooper serving an Imperial, Stormie wanted to bring her Mistress to orgasm before she earned her own. Seventy-Two had her lay on her back on the platform, then she chained her spread-eagle to it. Once she was in position, Seventy-Two straddled her, and impaled herself on the dildo.

Seventy-Two spent the next ten minutes or so bouncing up and down on the strap-on. While she did, she also liberally cropped Stormie's tits and anything else she could reach with her crop. Seventy-Two squeezed the dildo with her cunt muscles as she went up and down, just like she had been trained to do to a real cock. Still, she felt weird. 

Even though Stormie was being aroused by making her Mistress orgasm, Seventy-Two had the urge to pleasure her instead. Stormie did her part by bucking her hips, and the strap-on, against Seventy-Two's throbbing pussy. Finally, Seventy-Two screamed out in orgasm.

Once she recovered, she uncuffed her submissive, and led her by her leash to a padded bondage bench. Then she took the strap-on off Stormie, and silently guided her to straddle the bench. Seventy-Two strapped her ankles, knees, and wrists to it. Another wide strap went over her back, to hold her still. Once she was properly secured, Seventy-Two put the strap-on dildo onto herself, and started fucking Stormie from behind with it.

Seventy-Two heard Stormie moaning through her gag as she thrust into her pussy, and smiled as her sub struggled against her restraints. Seventy-Two picked up her crop, and began vigorously cropping her legs and back as she fucked her. Soon she felt Stormie tense, and moan out in orgasm. 

Seventy-Two kept fucking her until she had another orgasm. After the second one, she moved around to the front of the bench, and removed the cock gag from Stormie's mouth. Then Seventy-Two pushed her strap-on into her mouth, and had her clean off both their pussy juices from it.

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Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 0 Ch. 08



Authoress's notes: This story takes place very soon after the end of the Second Galactic Civil War. It is a prequel to Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. Thanks to meathead96 for editing this entire story for me.

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 ZERO

Chapter 8 of 8

A couple of days later, in the Academy's comm center. . .

"Good morning, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two said as Moff Fel's hologram appeared.

"Good morning, SX-51472," he replied. "How are you enjoying your training?"

"I love it, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two answered with a genuine smile.

"Well you certainly look good in your training uniform," he commented.

"Thank you, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two answered, arching her back to push her breasts out a little further. She hadn't even thought about her breasts being exposed on the HoloNet until he had mentioned it. She was happy to bring Moff Fel even a little pleasure, however she could. She only wished she could do more for the Empire.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your training, but the Empire has a problem that you can help us with," he informed her.

"I'd be happy to help out however I can, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied cheerfully, and proudly. She couldn't imagine anything she wouldn't do for Moff Fel and the Empire.

"Good. I need you to start sending messages to your friend Queen Tenel Ka Djo, telling her how happy you are in the Empire, and how great we are treating you," Moff Fel explained.

"Yes, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two answered without hesitation.

"Now these are going to be hologram messages, so you'll have to be genuinely enthusiastic about the Empire, okay?"

"Yes, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two responded. That would be easy. She truly was thrilled to serve the Empire.

"Great," Moff Fel replied with a smile. "Now, the Empire is trying to improve our relations with the Hapes Consortium, so it's very important that we send Her Majesty the right message. To make sure of that there will be someone there coaching you on what to say, and how to say it. That's okay with you, right?"

"Oh yes, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied cheerfully. "I'll say whatever you want me to, Your Excellency."

"Thank you SX-51472," Moff Fel told her. "I know you'll make me, and the Empire, proud."

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About half an hour after leaving the comm center, Seventy-Two received an audio file containing what she would be saying to Tenel Ka. She spent the next few hours listening to it while she trained, which mostly meant having sex.

That afternoon Seventy-Two was sent back to the Academy's comm center, wearing her ProCorps dress uniform. She had also been instructed to make sure she wore her spectacles and earpieces. At the comm center a Lieutenant Maddox asked her if she had memorized her script, and spent a few minutes going over it with her.

"Um, Ma'am, there is one problem though. I'm not allowed to use my former name anymore," Seventy-Two told her.

"You can use it for approved holomessages," Lieutenant Maddox replied. "I know it will be hard, but just think of it as a roleplay."

"Yes Ma'am," Seventy-Two replied obediently. "Um, Ma'am, my collar is programmed to automatically shock me if I say that name, though."

Lieutenant Maddox smiled back at her. "That feature's been disabled for over a week," she told her.

"Oh, okay, Ma'am," Seventy-Two replied with an embarrassed smile. She still had no desire to use her old name, she didn't miss it one bit. She was Imperial ProCorps Recruit SX-51472!

Lieutenant Maddox turned on the holocamera, and Seventy-Two began reciting her lines. They were easy, since she mostly described the functions of the chrono, comlink, spectacles, and earpieces. Lieutenant Maddox had her stop and redo them several times, pausing and pretending to think so it would seem more natural. Finally, they finished, and Lieutenant Maddox thanked her, and sent her back to her training.

Two days later, Seventy-Two received another audio file containing her reply to a message from Tenel Ka. A few hours later, she returned to the comm center to see Tenel Ka's message. Lieutenant Maddox was waiting for her, and had already viewed it.

As they watched it together, Seventy-Two was happy to see Tenel Ka wearing the combination chrono/comlink that she had described in her first message. She hadn't actually seen it until now, but she recognized it. She was also pleasantly surprised to find out that Lieutenant Maddox had muted the sound when Tenel Ka said her old name.

Since the message had been received several hours prior, Lieutenant Maddox had Seventy-Two's reply ready to go. They went over it, and Seventy-Two delivered it like she was supposed to.

Over the next couple of weeks Seventy-Two returned to the comm center every day or two to send messages to Tenel Ka. After a couple of visits, she found out that Seventy-Three was doing the same. The two were still bunk mates, although they didn't get to talk to each other much, mostly because of their collars' voice shock feature. Seventy-Two still enjoyed waking up next to her though.

Finally, Tenel Ka told Seventy-Two that she was making an official state visit to the Empire, and she hoped to see both her and Seventy-Three when she arrived.

Lieutenant Maddox told Seventy-Two that Moff Fel was very pleased with her for helping the Empire, and that she would be able to see Her Majesty when she arrived.

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A few days after Tenel Ka decided to visit the Empire. . .

"Hey, welcome back Seventy-Two," Stormie said as the latter came in.

"Hello Ma'am," Seventy-Two replied politely. She was very happy; today she would be getting her last ProCorps tattoo.

Stormie stopped and stared at her a few seconds. "Hey, you're Jaina Solo right?" she asked her.

"No Ma'am," Seventy-Two replied after a slight hesitation.

Stormie looked hard at her. "You used to be Jaina Solo?" she rephrased the question.

Now Seventy-Two was worried, and a little confused. "I can't talk about that, Ma'am," she replied.

Stormie's frown turned into a smile. "Of course not, Seventy-Two," she replied. "By the way though, I've been writing to your parents, and uncle, for you while you're here," she explained. Then she ordered her up onto the table for her tattoo.

That explained it. "Thank you Ma'am," Seventy-Two replied as she climbed up and allowed Stormie to strap her down.

Her legs were spread wide, and flexed, just like when she had gotten the Imperial Emblem tattooed above her pussy. The monitor was in front of her, so she could see that tattoo, and the one she was about to get.

"I was shocked when I first realized who you were. I've always thought of you, and especially them as the Empire's enemies. It's fun reading personal messages from them though, and even more fun replying, pretending to be their daughter," Stormie told her as she tightened the last strap.

"I'm glad you enjoy it, Ma'am, and thank you for doing it so I can concentrate on my training," Seventy-Two replied as she gazed at the Imperial Emblem tattooed above her pussy. It felt so wonderful to belong to the Empire. She never wanted to go back to the Rebels, or be Jaina Solo again.

"No problem," Stormie answered as she stepped behind her control panel.

The machine scanned Seventy-Two's mons, then the needle took up position a few millimeters off her skin, below the Imperial Emblem and above her pussy.

"Ready?" Stormie asked her.

"Yes Ma'am," Seventy-Two replied happily.

Stormie hit a button and the needle immediately began tattooing her at the same blinding speed they did before. In about two minutes it was finished, and Seventy-Two had a tattoo of her full name curved below her Imperial Emblem: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472.

"Thank you Ma'am," Seventy-Two said happily as she gazed at her title and serial number displayed on the monitor in front of her. Tomorrow she would graduate, and finally be an Imperial Prostitute!

Stormie left her strapped down for a few minutes, to let the tattoo dry, then unstrapped her. As much as Seventy-Two wanted to show off her new tat, she obediently put her chastity belt back on, and locked it into place. Tomorrow her familiar nerfhide chastity belt would be replaced with her proper durasteel one. She was so used to wearing the training chastity belt, she felt more comfortable, and complete, with it than without it.

"Now, since I discovered who you are—excuse me, who you were—I took the liberty of scheduling some time with the famous daughter of the Empire's even more famous enemies," Stormie told her with a smile. Then she handed Seventy-Two a black nerfhide hood. "Put that on," she instructed her.

"Yes Ma'am," Seventy-Two replied with a smile.

She recognized it as a training hood. It had eye holes, nostril holes, and a mouth hole. There were earbuds under the thick padding over the ears. There were magnetic strips built into the hood around the eyes and mouth. Seventy-Two knew that they could attach a blindfold or gag to the hood.

Once she got it on, including her hair through the small hole in the rear, Stormie checked to make sure the hood was tight, and locked. Then Stormie put a blindfold on the hood, and shoved a cockgag into her mouth. Next Stormie cuffed her wrists together behind her back with a very short chain. After that Seventy-Two felt Stormie attach a leash to the front of her collar.

"Let's go," Stormie said as Seventy-Two felt a tug on her collar. Her voice came through the earbuds built into the hood. She was also still wearing her complete training uniform, collar, chrono, comlink, breast harness, waist cincher chastity belt, and sandals with eighteen centimeter stiletto heels.

Seventy-Two obediently walked behind her for several minutes. She didn't feel the slightest bit of nervousness at walking to an unknown destination blindfolded and cuffed. She trusted the Empire, far more than she had ever trusted anyone, or anything, else—including the Force.

Finally they arrived—somewhere—and Stormie told her through the earbuds in the hood to stand still. Seventy-Two contently obeyed as she sucked on her cock gag. She felt Stormie dropped her leash against her chest and walked away.

A few moments later, Seventy-Two sensed Stormie return. Suddenly Seventy-Two felt the sting of a riding crop across her upper thigh, on the edge of her ass. She let out a yelp of pain through her gag. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that once she would have anticipated the blow through the Force, and probably tried to move out of the way. Now, thanks to her ProCorps training, she only sensed other's desires and emotions with the Force.

"I can't be too sure, but I think this is the same crop you used on me a few weeks ago," Stormie said through the earbuds as she cropped her again. "Maybe later I'll let you see it, and tell me."

"Yes Ma'am," Seventy-Two tried to say, replying automatically even though she was silenced by the cock gag as Stormie continued to crop her front and back.

After a few dozen blows Stormie stopped, and removed her blindfold. Seventy-Two blinked several times as her eyes adjusted. Then she realized that she was in the same dungeon she had dommed Stormie in. She also noticed that Stormie was now naked except for her durasteel collar, chrono, comlink, and ProCorps boots.

Stormie picked up Seventy-Two's leash and led her to the padded platform. She sat down and had Seventy-Two kneel on the floor next to her.

"Now, you are going to show me just how much you love the Empire," Stormie told her through the earbuds. Then she removed Seventy-Two's cock gag. "By kissing every single Imperial symbol on my body," Stormie added with a wicked smile.

"Yes Ma'am!" Seventy-Two replied eagerly.

She started with the TIE fighters on Stormie right left wrist, and kissed her way up her arm, alternating between the fighters and interceptors as she moved. Seventy-Two smiled up at her she kissed each TIE adoringly. Stormie responded by having her give extra attention to certain TIEs, and cropping her periodically.

Once she finished kissing each and every TIE fighter, Stormie laid down on her back. Seventy-Two obediently spent a few moments licking and kissing the worlds of the Empire on the map on Stormie's toned stomach. She made sure to spend extra time on Bastion, the capital of the Empire.

Next she licked and kissed her way across the motto of the Empire written across her lower belly: Peace, Freedom, Justice, and Security. Then she kissed each of the stormtroopers on her thighs, several times. Then Seventy-Two moved up to kiss the Imperial Emblem above her pussy, but Stormie lightly hit her away with her crop. Stormie rolled over to lay on her belly, and told her to start on her back.

"Yes Mistress," Seventy-Two replied with a smile. She started by kissing her way across the words Galactic Empire on her upper back. Then she moved down to the Super Star Destroyer between her shoulder blades. Next she kissed each of the Imperial Star Destroyers on her lower back. After that Seventy-Two kissed and licked the words Imperial Property on Stormie's ass, and the AT-AT's and AT-ST's on the back of her thighs.

Seventy-Two had intentionally saved the tattoos of the formal Imperial leaders for last. First she spent a few moments kissing the bust of Grand Admiral Pellaeon. Then Director Isard, and Grand Admiral Thrawn. Seventy-Two felt genuine admiration for the former leaders of the Empire.

Next Seventy-Two kissed the bust of Darth Vader. Intellectually, she knew that he was her grandfather, but it was different now that she was a ProCorps recruit. Besides, it wasn't like she was actually kissing him, she was kissing a tattoo, on Stormie, who she was serving. After proving her love of Darth Vader, Seventy-Two moved to the Emperor, kissing him as well. After a few moments, Stormie rolled back over, and told Seventy-Two to spend some time on her Death Stars.

"Yes Mistress!" Seventy-Two replied as she eagerly began kissing and nibbling on the Death Star tattoos on Stormie's breasts.

Seventy-Two wished that the Empire would have destroyed the Rebellion, that way she could have always been a ProCorps Trooper, instead of wasting so much of her life with the Jedi, and the Rebels. Hopefully Moff Fel could lead the Empire to ultimate victory. The thought of the Empire conquering the Galactic Alliance made Seventy-Two wet with arousal.

After a few minutes, Stormie was moaning in arousal. Seventy-Two could tell how much she liked for her to lightly bite on her nipples. Of course, Stormie liked to crop her ass as well. Eventually Stormie pushed her down to her last tattoo—the Imperial Emblem above her pussy. Seventy-Two eagerly moved down and began kissing the beautiful Imperial Emblem. Stormie grabbed her hair, and held her still as she cropped her with her other hand. After a minute or so of kissing the Imperial Emblem, Stormie told her to start licking her pussy.

Seventy-Two smiled as she eagerly moved her mouth down a few centimeters to Stormie's pussy. Stormie kept cropping her ass and back, urging her on. Seventy-Two looked up at her while she ate her out, but Stormie's head was tilted back in ecstasy. Soon she was moaning out in arousal. Instead of letting Seventy-Two finish her off though, she stopped her, and told her to get up. Then Stormie sent her to retrieve the harness dildo cock gag.

"Yes Mistress," Seventy-Two replied as she scampered to the restraints and toys on the wall. She quickly returned with a mass of nerfhide straps attached to a double ended synthflesh dildo.

"Good girl," Stormie told her as she knelt and presented it to her. Stormie patted her on the head, and took it from her. Then she began strapping it onto Seventy-Two's head.

The gag part was about eight centimeters long, and about five centimeters wide. Seventy-Two loved the feel of the synthflesh dildo in her mouth. There was a thick nerfhide panel covering her mouth, and part of her hood. An assortment of straps webbed out form the panel, and around her head. The dildo end of the gag—sticking out of her mouth—was also made of synthflesh. It was about twenty centimeters long, and five in diameter, just like the gag in her mouth.

Next Stormie locked Seventy-Two's chrono and comlink behind her back with a short chain. Seventy-Two smiled around her gag—not that she would notice—and looked up at Stormie as she laid back down on the platform. Without having to be told, Seventy-Two climbed back up and positioned herself between her Mistress's legs. Then she knelt, leaned forward, and pushed the dildo into Stormie's pussy.

Seventy-Two immediately began vigorously fucking her with the dildo gag. Stormie responded by wrapping her legs around her head, and holding her while she began screaming out in arousal.

Seventy-Two kept pumping the dildo gag in and out while Stormie bucked her hips and moaned in arousal. A few minutes later, Stormie squeezed her head with her thighs, and screamed out in orgasm. Seventy-Two happily kept thrusting away, looking up at her Mistress as best she could. By the time Stormie had recovered from her first orgasm, Seventy-Two had her well on the way to another one.

This time Stormie seemed just as interested in cropping her as she did in orgasming again. Seventy-Two didn't mind at all, it was part of a ProCorps recruit's training, after all. It did take her a bit longer to get Stormie to orgasm a second time though. Seventy-Two did her best to ignore the cropping as she thrust her dildo gag in and out of her Mistress's soaking pussy. She was incredibly horny herself; she had to concentrate hard on Stormie's pleasure instead of her own.

Nearly fifteen minutes later, Stormie screamed out with her second orgasm. As she did, Seventy-Two screamed out in her own orgasm. Well, as loudly as she could with the cock gag strapped tightly in her mouth. She was ecstatic, she had orgasmed just by the pleasure of pleasing an Imperial! Seventy-Two had never felt so happy serving the Empire. As she recovered, she realized that she had cum while wearing her chastity belt. She hoped she didn't get in trouble for that. She kept pumping her dildo gag into Stormie's pussy the entire time, just like she had been trained.

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The next day. . .

Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 stared at the orders on her spectacles in momentary confusion. She had been assigned to serve the enlisted crew members on the Imperial Star Destroyer Hoth. It wasn't that she didn't want to serve the Empire however it wanted her too, it was just she had somehow expected to be assigned to Moff Fel, or at least near him. The Hoth was patrolling the Chumis sector, as far away from Bastion—and Moff Fel—as she could go and stay in the Empire.

It didn't matter though, she was a ProCorps trooper. Seventy-Two would happily go where ever the Empire wanted her to, and she would cheerfully serve whomever the Empire wanted her to. She felt herself getting wet at the thought of serving the brave crew of the Hoth. Seventy-Two contently listened to the music in her earpieces as she approached the transport that would take her to her first assignment as an Imperial ProCorps Trooper.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

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