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Jedi Adventures Alema Rar Ch. 01

By: HandcuffGirl



Author's notes: This is the third story I have written about the Jedi. Please read Star Wars Jedi Tahiri in Bondageand Star Wars Jedi Tahiri & Alema Rar , although this is chapter one of a stand alone story. Also, if you like this story, please leave me feedback, public or through email. 

Chapter 1 

Jedi Alema Rar Attacks!

Alema Rar was sitting in the corner of the diner when they came in. A swoop bike gang, that is. At least part of one. There were six of them, all armed, rough looking humans, dressed in spacer garb that might have once been gray. She spotted bulges under several nerfhide jackets. It didn't take a Jedi to know that these guys were trouble.

One of the gang members glanced in Alema Rar's direction but she used the Force to make herself invisible. The only other customers in the diner were an elderly human woman and her grand daughter. Maybe her great-grand daughter. The woman and the child were trying to leave. The leader of the swoop gang smirked evilly as he blocked their path. The others quickly surrounded them. Two of them went to the back. 

Some situations that Alema Rar came across called for a Jedi in brown robes and wielding a lightsaber. Not this one though. If she pulled her lightsaber out, the swoop gang would likely take off, and once they escaped from the Jedi, find someone else to rob, or kill. On top of that, brown robes were out of the question, as she was currently wearing a skin tight black and red sleeveless jumpsuit. 

So Alema Rar pulled her lightsaber off her belt and dropped it almost to the floor, catching it with the Force. Slowly, she floated it underneath the booths until it was nearly to the closest thug. Then she floated it up to the underside of the table, letting the magnets on lightsaber lock onto the underside of the table. Now she would be able to get it easily if she needed it.

The two gang members emerged from the back with the owner and a droid server. They took him to the register. The gang had two thoughts in mind: steal and kill. One in particular had a horrible plan for the young girl. Alema Rar barely held her disgust in check. The girl couldn't be more than thirteen. She vowed that the one wouldn't escape.

As much as she wanted to just take them out, Alema Rar decided to give them at least the opportunity to run away. Like six armed and dangerous criminals would run away from one diminutive, sexy Twi'lek. She stood up, and walked towards them, masking the sound of her heels on the floor with the Force.

"Hello boys," Alema Rar said as she approached them. The two nearest her turned, startled. The one on the right had a vibroblade in his hand. "If any of you want to leave, now is your chance," she said calmly.

Several burst out laughing. The rest were checking her out. "And why would we want to do that?" One of them asked.

"Because if you don't, you might not get to live," she replied, durasteel in her voice.

A couple seemed a little hesitant now. The two nearest her were easing apart, as much as the tables would let them. Alema Rar sensed their attack before they made it. The one on the left lunged at her, but stopped short. An instant later, the other one lashed out with the vibroblade. Alema Rar dodged and grabbed his extended wrist. As she twisted his arm the other one stepped towards her again. Timing it so all his weight was on his left leg, Alema Rar drove the sole of her bright red ankle boot through his knee, making a wonderful cracking sound.

He screamed in pain and fell to the floor. Alema Rar held the wrist of the first one and drove her forearm through the back of his elbow. She grabbed the vibroblade as it fell from his hand, spun and threw it into the chest of a gangster that was aiming a blaster at her. Perhaps two seconds had passed.

The one with the broken knee was reaching for a blaster at the small of his back. Alema Rar gave him a vicious backhand, raking the spikes on her wristcuff across his face. She leaned over, grabbed the blaster and continued to roll, taking out the legs of the elderly woman, who was frozen in fear. Blaster fire flashed over her head. As the woman fell, Alema Rar, who was lying on her back, carefully caught her.

Still lying underneath her, Alema Rar shot one of the swoop gangsters in the shin. She pushed the woman underneath a booth and shot the same one in his chest. Next Alema Rar tried to take out the gang leader with a blast to his gut. Alas, he was wearing some kind of body armor. She dodged his return fire, took aim and shot him in the jugular.

The last gangster, who was the one Alema Rar definitely didn't want to escape, was running for the door. Since she was still lying on her back, Alema Rar took a shot at him under the booths. He cursed and fell into the door frame. She quickly pumped two more rounds into him, and then climbed to her feet. He was unconscious when she got to him. To her disgust, it looked like he would live. 

Perhaps six seconds had lapsed since the beginning of the fight. When she turned to look back at the rest of the swoop gang she found the one with the broken arm struggling to get his blaster out of the holster on his right hip. 

Alema Rar leveled her blaster at him. He glanced at her and kept trying to get the blaster.

"Stop," she ordered him. He ignored her and kept fumbling with the holster. A blaster bolt bouncing off the floor next to him got his attention. "I SAID stop," Alema Rar repeated. He stopped and glared up at her. "I gave you the chance to leave."

"Frakk you bitch!" he spat out. Alema Rar glanced over to the one she had kneecapped. Apparently, when she hit him with her wristcuff, the spikes cut an artery. He was going to die pretty soon. Without saying a word, she walked over to the one still sitting up and kicked him in the head. He slumped over, unconscious. 

The young girl was helping her grandmother up. The diner owner was climbing out from under another booth. Casually, Alema Rar wiped the blood off her spiked wristcuff. As she retrieved her lightsaber from underneath the table, the diner owner broke the silence. 

"Who—who are you?" He stammered out.

Alema Rar secreted her lightsaber under the back of her belt before responding. "No one. I was never here." She muddled their memories of herself, and left quickly, before any law enforcement arrived to complicate matters. 

Master Skywalker and the Council would be very disapproving of a Jedi killing four swoop gangsters when it wasn't strictly necessary. Once she was away from the diner Alema Rar commed Karrde's representative and arranged for an alternative meeting place.

At the tapcafe they agreed to, Alema Rar got a table in a corner, sitting with her back against the wall. In spite using the Force to discourage interest in herself Alema Rar had to turn down two attempts to come on to her in the few minutes it took Karrde's employee to arrive. 

Shada D'ukal's arrival caused nearly the stir that Alema Rar's had. The fifty-something Mistryl bodyguard was still attractive enough to get some unwanted attention.  Although a Gamorrean Sow would get some attention in this place, thought Alema Rar. Also, without the Force to subtly discourage the men, she had to deal with them other ways. To the Jedi's surprise, the bodyguard had them out of the way nearly as easily as she had.

Shada sat down with an annoyed look on her face. "Jedi Alema Rar, on the way here I passed by the diner where I had arranged for us to meet." Alema Rar nodded and she continued, "Did you have anything to do with the swoop gang lying all over the floor?"

In spite of the obvious annoyance coming from the older woman, Alema Rar grinned wickedly. "Absolutely," she replied quickly.

Rolling her eyes, Shada replied, "They were Karrde's source with the pirates. They were going to give us access codes for the pirate base."

Alema Rar frowned slightly, "Oops," she thought back. "Well they were going to rob the diner. And one of them really wanted to rape a young girl. I could feel it."

Now it was Shada's turn to think a moment. "Are you sure about that?" she asked. 

"Yes," Alema Rar replied with confidence.

Alema Rar felt her acceptance. "Well, alright then. Do you know if their leader survived?"

"What did he look like?"

Shada described the gang leader, and Alema Rar confirmed that he was dead. Then to the Twi'lek's surprise she asked about the one that was thinking about the girl.

"He's still alive unfortunately." She paused. "Why do you ask?"

"As soon as the gang's usefulness to Karrde ran out, I had planned on killing him."

Both sat in silence for a few moments. "Well, good," Alema Rar replied.

"Well, there's nothing else for us here. If your ready, we'll go," Shada said.

"After you," Alema Rar replied. The ladies left the tapcafe and headed back to the spaceport.

"By the way, I love your outfit," Shada told her.

"Thanks," the Twi'lek replied. It was one of her favorites, a tight black jumpsuit with narrow red stripes crisscrossing all over it.

"Aren't the collar and cuffs a bit much though?"

Smiling, Alema Rar replied, "That's the way I like it."

"Where did you get the belt?"

Alema Rar slid her finger along the wide silver belt around her waist. "Custom made. Magnetic, which can be turned off or adjusted in strength. The inside has slots for my lightsaber, and a few surprises."

"OK." Shada paused slightly before asking her next question. "So, do you have any cuffs with nice strong restraining rings instead of spikes?" with a friendly smile.

Alema Rar smiled back. "Possibly."

They arrived at the spaceport and went to their ships. Once they were in space Alema Rar landed her X-wing in the cargo hold of Shada's freighter, the Wild Runner. 

After she got her bag out of the cargo compartment, Alema Rar was escorted to the bridge by a young human male. Shada welcomed her aboard, and Alema Rar asked exactly where they were going.

"To rendezvous with the Star Way Express. Karrde has sent it to assist us for a while. Then I was thinking of sending you on a little recon since you killed my informer."

"Sounds like fun. What do we do in the mean time?"

Shada leaned in close, so no one else on the bridge would over hear her. "Well, you could show me those cuffs you have with the restraining rings on them," she asked with a conspiratorial smile.

"Your cabin, or mine?" Alema Rar replied, smiling back.

"Well, since mine is the Captain's quarters, lets use it," Shada replied with a wink. She turned the bridge over to her second in command and led Alema Rar to the captain's quarters.

The Captain's quarters were the most spacious on the ship. Alema Rar set out her other set of cuffs on the bed. "They all close magnetically, just like the ones I am wearing."

Shada looked at the spiked cuffs on Alema Rar's wrists. "By the way, how do you get them off?" 

"Well, these were custom made as well. They can only be opened with the Force." She demonstrated this by releasing the spiked collar and wrist cuffs from her neck and wrists, then the belt from her waist.

Shada picked up the other collar from the bed, then noticed the hidden compartment in the back of the belt. "Hey, what's this?" She asked, pointing to the cylindrical object in the compartment. 

"Oh, my lightsaber," Alema Rar replied, sliding it out of the compartment. "I rebuilt it to fit in the belt better. Made it smaller." She passed the 21cm lightsaber to Shada. "I also made the casing smother, except for a few specially positioned bumps."

Shada set the collar back down and ran her free hand over the lightsaber hilt. "Do you know what this looks like?" she asked the smirking Jedi.

Chuckling, Alema Rar replied, "Of course. It never hurts to have one handy."

"You really use it for that?" she asked, surprised. 

"Sometimes," Alema Rar replied with a smile.

Shada passed the lightsaber back to Alema Rar, "Well, I'll have to see that one day, but for now, I think I'll try this out on you," she said as she picked the collar back up.

Smiling, Alema Rar turned away from her, and raised her lekku out of the way. With out missing a beat, Shada closed the collar around her waiting neck. 

Out of the corner of her eye, Alema Rar noticed Shada picking up the wrist cuffs. She silently placed her hands behind her back, and sighed with pleasure as she felt the cold durasteel cuffs close around her wrists. From somewhere Shada produced a lock, which she quickly used to secure the cuffs together.

Alema Rar sat on the bed and Shada locked the ankle cuffs on her ankles. This time she produced a chain about 40cm long to connect magnetically to the ankle cuffs. Then Shada stepped back and took a good look at the chained Twi'lek.

"Now, lets get that tongue into my pussy, Jedi," Shada said forcefully as she pulled Alema Rar off the bed and led her to the floor in front of Shada's favorite chair. As the Jedi knelt Shada pulled her pants off. She sat down and pulled the eager young Twi'lek's face to her shaved pussy.

Yummy, Alema Rar thought as she licked the Mistryl's quivering lips. Shada moaned as the Twi'lek flicked her talented tongue over her clit. In minutes the older woman was screaming in orgasm. As much as she wanted to just sit back and enjoy another ride, she had plans for the Jedi. She released the Jedi's wrists and ankles and ordered her to strip off her jump suit. In a flash the Twi'lek was naked except for the collar, cuffs and ankle boots.

While Shada had pulled out a strap-on and buckled it into place. Alema Rar took off her mid-heeled ankle boots and replaced them with a nearly identical pair from her bag. The only difference in the new ones was that instead of a 10cm chunky heel the had 16cm stilettos.

"Turn around, and put your hands back behind your back," Shada commanded her. The sexy Twi'lek complied and Shada secured her wrist cuffs once again. "Climb back onto the bed, and kneel facing the wall," Shada commanded her. 

As the Jedi was getting into place Shada picked up the chain that had connected her ankles together and pressed the magnet on the end against the back of Alema Rar's collar. Without being told Alema Rar had leaned forward and put her forehead on the bed. With a leash for her pet in hand, Shada mounted her and began fucking her soaking pussy.

Alema Rar was loving every minute of it. Sure she could free her hands with the Force, but where was the fun in that? Shada's dildo wasn't as big as some of the others that Alema had used, or that had been used on her, but years of hard training had given the bodyguard the muscles and endurance to make getting fucked by her something special. 

Just as she was about to cum, the cabin's comm system beeped.

"Sithspit!" Shada yelled out.

"Captain, you said you wanted to be informed when we rendezvoused with the Star Way," the voice said.

Shada glanced at the chronometer on the wall. "That wasn't supposed to be for another hour!" She shouted as she continued to fuck Alema Rar, albeit somewhat more slowly than before.

"Yes, but the Star Way left port early, so it had arrived at the rendezvous point."

Alema Rar was on the verge of orgasm. She would have already cum, but she didn't want to let the entire bridge crew overhear her. She had to hold back, while that damned smuggler kept fucking her with the strap-on. Alema Rar strained with all her strength against the unforgiving durasteel around her wrists. 

"Fine, I'll be there in a minute," Shada replied. Without shutting off the link, she pulled out of Alema Rar's pussy with an audible 'plop.' The Twi'lek groaned in frustration. That bitch! She turned and stared daggers at the bodyguard. Shada, on her part, just smiled back.

"Sorry sweety, we'll have to finish later," she told the bound Jedi. Only then did she shut off the comm link with the bridge. With one of them seething in frustration, the two lovers dressed and went to the bridge. Halfway there Alema Rar realized that she was still wearing her slave collar and cuffs, as well as the stiletto heeled ankle boots.

On the bridge a couple of the crew members noticed the change in Alema Rar's attire. Whether it was discipline or discretion, none of them did anything past a few discreet glances out of the corner of their eye or in one case, eye stalk.

Alema Rar idly tried to guess which of the various members of the bridge crew would be the most exciting in the bed. She knew that the Gastrulan's equipment was incompatible with her own, and two of the humans appeared to be a couple, and probably wouldn't want a wild threesome with a Twi'lek. The other 3 crew members didn't look very interesting. Oh well, I guess it's just me and Shada for now, Alema Rar decided.

After briefly discussing the dead informant with the Captain of the Star Way Express, Shada insisted that Alema Rar depart immediately to conduct the re-con of the asteroid belt where the pirate base was. 

"Sure, as soon as I change my boots and stuff," Alema Rar replied, as Shada walked her towards the exit.

"There's no time," Shada replied with a hint of urgency in her voice, and a gleam in her eye.

Ugghh! That bitch just wants to keep me in these cuffs and heels, Alema Rar thought. Just as quickly, she decided to play along. "Alright, we do it your way."

"Great. Unless you really need to change, that is?" Shada asked as they entered the corridor.

Alema Rar understood that she didn't want to endanger her by sending her on a potentially dangerous mission wearing the heels or cuffs. "Really, it's no problem at all," she replied. Shada started to reply, but she didn't give her the chance. "You'll just owe me, that's all."

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Once Alema Rar returned from the re-con mission she reported back to Shada, and the captain of the Star Way Express, which was also on board the Wild Runner.

"The base is hidden pretty well. It has a lot of sensors to detect incoming ships. They have one main entrance/exit path cleared. Several quad laser batteries and concussion missile launchers are along the way. It can accommodate up to a large sized freighter or similar sized ship." 

She let her words sink in before continuing. "In addition there is a secondary, emergency exit. Only small freighters or starfighters can use it. There were only two medium sized ships and four small freighters that I could detect at the base. I've uploaded their information to your ships' computers."

The captain of the Star Way had a question. "Um, how did you find the second exit? Was a ship using it or something?"

"Um, no. I used the Force to find it," Alema Rar replied. "I also left a probe behind that will give us some traffic data when we return."

"Good idea on the probe," Shada said, and added, "But we are going to need more firepower."

"Yes, I think so too," Alema Rar agreed. "Can Karrde send anymore?"

"I don't think so," Shada replied. "At least not for several weeks."

The Star Way's captain was scrolling through his datapad. "What about the planet Wota-Krig IV? It's a GA world. We might be able to get some help there. And its only a couple of hours away by lightspeed."

While Alema Rar consulted the Force, Shada consulted her datapad. "That's as good as idea as any. Unless Jedi Alema Rar could fly in and plant a few shadow bombs on the base and ships?"

Alema Rar thought of the new X-wings with stealth capabilities that some of the other Jedi were testing for Incom. She shook her head. "Sorry, there are too many sensors, and I don't have any shadow bombs. And, if I were detected, the pirates would just take off," she replied. "Also, the Force is telling me to go to Wota-Krig IV ."

Shada nodded. "It's agreed then. We'll go to Wota-Krig IV to get additional ships." 


Jedi Adventures Alema Rar Ch. 01



The two ships quickly docked so the Star Way's captain could return to his ship. Shada set a couple her junior crew members to learn everything they could about Wota-Krig IV. 

Alema Rar pulled Shada off to the side. "So, do we have time to go back to your quarters and finish what we started?"

Shada grinned devilishly. "Sorry, not right now. Perhaps some other time." A look of disappointment flashed across Alema Rar's face. "I promise we'll finish once this is over."

"Alright Shada," Alema Rar replied as she mentally planned their next encounter.

Once they reached orbit around Wota-Krig IV Shada and Alema Rar decided that "Jedi Knight" Alema Rar should pay the governor a visit and formally ask for their help. 

For the first time in months, Alema Rar pulled on a black Jedi robe. She still had on a gray skin-tight jumpsuit under it, and had changed into a pair of matte black mid-heeled ankle boots. Her gleaming durasteel belt went around her waist, with her lightsaber at her hip. Both would be easily visible if she opened her robe. The spiked collar and cuffs went back on her neck and wrists for the trip, although the robe's long sleeves would hide the cuffs, some of the time anyway. While she didn't care what anyone thought of them, the Twi'lek loved the feeling of the hard durasteel around her neck and wrists.

Even as a slave, before she had any idea that she could be a Jedi, Alema Rar had always secretly loved it when one of her owners would put shackles on her. Or chain her up. Or anything to bind her. Her sister, Num'arar, knew of her secret, and understood. Alema Rar would often goad their Masters into shackling them, which aggravated Num'arar to no end.

A moment of sadness came over Alema Rar as she thought of her sister, dead murdered by a voxyn while they were fleeing New Plymto. One of the first voxyn. 

With a Jedi calming technique, Alema Rar cleared her mind and focused on the now.

Before the ships exited hyperspace, they knew that Wota-Krig IV had an ancient Golan I defense platform, an early Empire-era Dreadnought , a Light Assault Cruiser, and a pair of Corellian Corvettes. Shada and Alema Rar decided they would focus on getting the Dreadnought.

Wota-Krig IV was a democracy headed by a governor, who was Commander-in-Chief of the military. According to the official holojournal release, Governor Mattuw Annard served in the New Republic Navy with distinction at the Battle of Endor, the Conquest of Corsuscant, and a few other minor battles around the same time period. Neither Shada, Alema Rar, or any of the other crew members had ever heard of him.

They exited hyperspace on the edge of the system. The Star Way Express stayed there while the Wild Runner approached the planet under a false transponder. Shada and Alema Rar were both surprised to find a modern Mon Calamari Star Cruiser in orbit. In addition, there was no Dreadnought or Golan defense platform. The Merry Delight, as their transponder claimed to be, got clearance to land at the spaceport near the capital.

Once they landed Jedi Knight Alema Rar headed for the Governor's complex while Shada said that she had to conduct some other business. After a brief wait Alema Rar was shown into the Governor's office by a protocol droid.

"Good Afternoon, Jedi. . . Alema Rar is it?"

"Good Afternoon, Governor Annard. Greetings from the Jedi Order." Alema Rar sat down in the comfortable seat he offered her. 

"Thank you. And what brings a Jedi to Wota-Krig IV If I may ask?" The Governor asked.

Alema Rar estimated his age at about 90, and his weight at about 140kg. She wondered how he ever served in the New Republic Navy. She smiled sweetly and said, "Yes Governor, I have discovered a pirate base a few systems rimward from here. I have two armed freighters and a few starfighters," she paused for a breath. "It's not enough to destroy the base and pirate ships. I need to borrow one of your ships. Your Star Cruiser if possible." Alema Rar put pressure with the Force behind the request, and used her sexiest voice.

The Governor looked her in the eyes a few seconds before replying. "And what kind of command experience do you have, young Jedi?"

"Um, none, Governor," Alema Rar replied. "I'm not the one actually in command though," she quickly added. 

"That's good then. Who is actually in command of your forces? And why didn't they come here and 'ask' to borrow one of my ships?"

Alema Rar didn't think his reaction to a smuggler being in command would be any better than his reaction was to her. Come to think of it, she didn't know if Shada had any command experience either. "Well, um . . ." she also didn't know how much information Karrde and Shada would want her to reveal about them. For all she knew Shada might have an arrest warrant on Wota-Krig.

"By the way, that's some unusual jewelry around your neck and wrists. . . especially for a Jedi," Governor Annard commented.

Her cuffs and collar were always a favorite topic, as discussing them often led to talk of bondage or sex, also favorite topics of discussion. However, she had other priorities at the moment. "Yes, they are, aren't they," she replied as she slid a datapad across his desk to him. "With the Dreadnought you had and our ships we could have defeated the pirates and destroyed their asteroid base without a lot of difficultly. With your Star Cruiser we will annihilate them," Alema Rar said with confidence.

Governor Annard glanced at the sensor readings from the re-con Alema Rar had done. Chuckling, he replied, "Look Jedi Alema Rar, I know all about the pirates' base. Most of the intelligence the Galactic Alliance has WE provided them." Before Alema Rar could think if anything to say, he continued. "Besides, that pirate base is a shadow of its former self. There used to be a minimum of twice the ships and firepower there."

Jedi Alema Rar frowned. This wasn't going as planned. She leaned forward to show as much of her ample tits as possible. "Look Governor, I'll do anything. And I mean ANYTHING, to get that Star Cruiser." She ran a finger down the crack between her tits, leaving no doubt as to the meaning of anything. 

Governor Annard responded by coughing a few times. "Look Jedi Alema Rar, I'm flattered, but I'm married."

She stared back at him seductively. "And?"

"And I'm. . .at least three times your age."

She would have figured four, at a minimum. "And?" As she spread her legs several centimeters farther apart. She had done older, for less important reasons than this.

"And even if I were interested, it still wouldn't get you any of my ships." The Governor seemed unaffected by the obvious disappointment on Alema Rar's face. "Find an experienced commander and we'll talk. Until then, have a good day."

Damn! Alema Rar was so used to getting what she wanted from men. Young, old, sexy, ugly, fat, various species, none of that mattered. She absentmindedly thanked the Governor for his time and left to tell Shada the bad news.

Alema Rar was confused. She was confident that the Force had led her to Wota-Krig IV, but the Governor made it clear that she wouldn't be getting any help from them. Maybe Shada had an idea. Alema Rar pulled her lightsaber off her hip and tucked it into his hiding place at the back of her belt as she called Shada to find out where she wanted her to meet her. Without conscious thought she pulled the robe open, letting everyone get a good look at her tight body.

Shada was at a bar in a casino when Alema Rar found her. She told the smuggler the bad news. Shada didn't have a back-up plan. Mildly disgusted, Alema Rar ordered a drink, and found out that someone else had already paid for it. A middle aged Twi'lek approached her as the bartender brought the drink. 

Right now she just wasn't in the mood. She turned to him. "Thanks for the drink, but I'm not interested right now." She added some Force pressure to get the message across. It didn't work.

"What, A man buys a girl a drink and she won't even enjoy it with him?"

An annoyed look flashed across Alema Rar's face. Before she could say anything else, Shada leaned over and gave her a sensual open-mouthed kiss, pushing her collar up with one hand while she was at it.

"Sorry fella, she's taken," Shada said to the Twi'lek as Alema Rar licked her lips longingly. Shada pulled her close, wrapping one arm around her shoulders.

Alema Rar responded by wrapping her arms around the human's waist.

The Twi'lek gaped for a few seconds, then smiled, "Oh, don't mind me, I'll just watch."

Ugh, Alema Rar thought as she felt Shada shift her weight to strike. Before she could do anything too rash, Alema Rar slipped out of her embrace. Then she reached up and grabbed one of his lekku with one hand, pulled him down to her height and grabbed his throat with the other. "Look. I told you that I don't have time for you. Now, when I let you go, I want you to disappear." He nodded his consent while trying to breath. "Oh, and you'll being picking up our tabs while we're here, got it?"

"Sur. . . sure thing, um, Ma'am," he stammered.

"Good." She let go of his lekku and pushed him away by his throat. Then she turned back to Shada.

"So I'm taken, am I?" Alema Rar asked her. She had to lean close to be heard over the cheering and applause from one of the sabacc tables. 

Before she could respond Alema Rar heard a distinct laugh from the sabacc table. She abruptly turned and looked for the source of it. "Come with me," she told Shada and walked off, drink in hand.

After working their way through a small crowd Alema Rar found the owner of the laugh. He glanced up from the pile of credit chips in front of him. "Hello Lando. Nice to see you again," Alema Rar said to him.

"Well I'll be. . . Alema Rar." He glanced behind her. "And Shada. How wonderful to see both of you again."

Alema Rar smiled seductively. "Yes it is, isn't it." She glanced at the other players, and spectators that where watching. "Hold this," Alema Rar said dismissively as she passed her empty glass to the nearest spectator. "So, Lando, you still look as gorgeous as ever," she said as she walked around the table to him. Lando preened as she spoke. "Is there some place that we can talk? Shada and I need your help."

Lando glanced down at the moderate pile of chips in front of him, and the much larger pile still in the sabacc pot. "Look, I'd love to help, but I'm kind of in the middle of something." If he left the game now, he'd lose his chance to win the sabacc pot. 

Alema Rar ran her hand down his arm. "It's really important. Please?"

He glanced at Shada, who also had a pleading look on her face. "Oh, alright. Let's go," he replied. Much to the delight of the other players, he gathered up his winnings and they found a quiet place to talk.

They explained to him the pirate base, and their lack of firepower. Alema Rar briefly wondered if telling him about the sex session between her and Shada would help. It didn't matter though, she NEVER fucked and told. Lando agreed to talk to the Governor himself. Battle of Endor veteran to Battle of Endor veteran. Alema Rar called ahead and set up an appointment. Half an hour later, the three of them were seated at a conference table in the Governor's mansion.

"Welcome General Calrissian, and welcome back Jedi Alema Rar. Please introduce me to your friend," the Governor said when as he sat down.

"Thank you Governor," Alema Rar replied. "This is Shada," she introduced the older woman.

"Great. Nice to meet you General Calrissian and Shada. Now, I assume you have something interesting for me at this late hour?"

Alema Rar didn't quite know where to start. Luckily Lando did. "Governor Annard, I'll be honest with you. My friends need to use your Mon Cal Star Cruiser."

"I know that. It's not gonna happen," he replied, as serious as he could be.

"Look Governor," Lando said, turning the charm up. "The Jedi Order, as well as the Galactic Alliance would be most grateful for your assistance with this matter."

Governor Annard shrugged his shoulders. "So? We can take care of ourselves." Let me explain the situation to you. He brought up an image of the Mon Cal Star Cruiser that they wanted to use. "This is the Praetor. With it, nothing short of a full fledged invasion force would dare enter the Wota-Krig system."

"Now, since Alema Rar here is a Jedi, you are a hero of the Rebellion, and Shada here is a high ranking member of Talon Karrde's organization, we may be able to work out something for our Assault Cruiser, and perhaps a corvette."

Alema Rar felt shock from Shada when he revealed his knowledge of her status. She exchanged glances with Lando and Shada.

"OK," Alema Rar replied. "What will it take to get the Assault Cruiser, and a Corvette."

The Governor leaned back in his chair. "Well, first of all, who will be in command of the battle?"

Lando spoke up. "Hey, we would have no problem serving under your commander." Alema Rar and Shada quickly gave their consent.

Governor Annard frowned. "I appreciate the offer, but that is a problem. You see, we had been saving for decades to get a modern warship. We almost had enough when the Vong invaded. Naturally the price of anything that could fight skyrocketed." Lando nodded in agreement. "Lucky for us we missed the invasion. The Peace Brigade sniffed around, but we took care of them." He waved his hand dismissively.

"During the war Admiral B'towti took the Drekett, which was a Strike Cruiser, along with a gunship and Corvette to join the Republic's forces. None returned." He paused for a moment. "Towards the end of the war we captured another, smaller Assault Cruiser. Three weeks ago we traded our Dreadnought, with its squadron of E-wings, our Golan defense platform, and a massive amount of credits for a slightly used Mon Calamari Star Cruiser and two squadrons of X-wings."

"That Star Cruiser is the result of nearly a century of dreaming for the citizens of Wota-Krig IV. Not even Leia Organa Solo herself could convince me to send it on a mission that is not absolutely vital to the survival of Wota-Krig IV. Do you understand?"

Now Alema Rar knew why he she had no success convincing him to give up the Star Cruiser. 

"Admiral B'towti's successor had a stroke the day after we formally commissioned the Praetor. His first officer is in temporary command. However, neither her nor the captain of the Alliant, which is the assault cruiser are qualified to command our fleet. We are currently looking for a suitable Admiral."

Alema Rar felt shock from Lando as he realized something. "Wait, you want ME to lead the fleet?" he asked the Governor, incredulously. 

"Want? No." He shook his head. "I WANT out fleet to remain here safe and sound. However, if you would like to use the Alliant and one of our corvettes then a well qualified commander will have to volunteer to command the mission."

Lando sat silently for several seconds, glancing at both Shada and Alema Rar. Both nodded back to him. 

"Fine," he replied. "I'll command the fleet."

"Great." Governor Annard glanced down at his datapad. "The Alliant has a squadron of starfighters assigned to it, and you'll have the corvette Scatter."

Alema Rar sensed that the Governor was hiding something. Apparently, Lando did as well. "What kind of fighters?" He asked.

With a pained look on his face, Governor Annard informed them that the fighters were Z-95 Headhunters.

"Zee ninety fives!" Lando shouted incredulously. 

He held up both hands in a placating gesture. "Hey, it's not as bad as it sounds. We've upgraded their shields, and replaced the triple blasters with proper lasers."

Lando would have none of it. "Forget it. I want some real starfighters. What does the Praetor have?"

Governor Annard was annoyed that they had picked up on the substandard starfighters. "X-wings," he replied grudgingly.

"How old."

"A squadron of XJ's, and a squadron of XJ3's," the Governor replied.

Alema Rar was currently flying an XJ3 herself. It and the XJ were definitely top-of-the-line fighters, nearly identical in performance. But she thought that a Star Cruiser carried four squadrons.

"What else?" Lando asked, voicing Alema Rar's thoughts.

He shook his head. "Remember I told you how we had to save up so many credits? We could only afford two squadrons of fighters."

"Oh. Well OK then," Lando replied. "We'll take either squadron of X-wings," he added.

Governor Annard stared back at the three of them for several seconds. "Fine, but on one condition." He paused in case they protested. "I get a half-dozen of those YVH droids that you've been making."

"Four," Lando replied immediately, and added, "You wouldn't want your people to go into battle at a disadvantage, would you?"

The Governor looked pained again. "Fine. But until you return, the Lady Luck stays here." Now Lando looked pained. "Think of it as extra motivation to return with my fleet."

"Oh, alright," Lando replied as he rolled his eyes with annoyance. They made final arrangements with the Governor and once he ordered the X-wing squadron on duty to transfer to the Alliant, the trio left for Shada's ship at the spaceport.

With an Assault Cruiser, a Corvette, and two well armed freighters in their fleet, Alema Rar knew that they wouldn't have any problem with the pirates.

The plan they developed on the way back to the asteroid field called for Alema Rar to fly her X-wing in first, leading the rest of the fleet. She would use the Force to sense the weapon emplacements and destroy them. The Star War Express, along with the two E-wings that it carried, would stay outside the asteroid field, to ambush any ships trying to escape.

Less than six hours later, they were on station and ready. Alema Rar led the way, followed by the Alliant, which nearly out gunned the other two ships combined. Then the Wild Runner, followed by the Scatter. 

With the Force as her ally, destroying the laser batteries and missile launchers was easy. Concentrating on the Force, Alema Rar could fire before they came into her line of sight. The fleet made in through the asteroid defenses virtually unscathed. Once they broke through and approached the base the Alliant deployed its X-wings. A small freighter was already making a run for the emergency exit, where the Star Way was waiting for it when it emerged from the asteroid field. 

The larger ships tried to put up a fight. The Alliant and Wild Runner moved to engage them, while the Scatter guarded the exit. The best armed ship surprised Lando by charging strait at the Alliant. 

By the time the cruiser's gunners realized it, the ship was nearly past it. As the two ships exchanged fire Lando calmly ordered the the sensor officer to feed the Wild Runner the targeting data from the Alliant's sensors. Just as the ship cleared the Alliant, the Wild Runner gave it a spread of concussion missiles and turbolasers. Nearly simultaneously Alema Rar swept around and put a torpedo in its engines. The ship's engines died and it slowed to a stop.

After a few more turbolaser blasts from the Alliant, Lando left the Wild Runner to finish off the crippled ship and headed towards the base itself. A couple more freighters had launched from the asteroid's hanger by now. The X-wings were dog-fighting a mixed group of assorted snub fighters, who mostly seemed to be trying to escape.

Thanks to the beating from the Alliant, the Wild Runner and Jedi needed only a few minutes to finish off the more heavily armed pirate ship. By the time they finished the Alliant had destroyed several more freighters. The Wild Runner moved to back up Lando, who had the Alliant pounding the largest ship left. Alema Rar got there first, flying in close to take out one of their shield domes. She got away, easily dodging their return fire. 




Jedi Adventures Alema Rar Ch. 01



By the time she turned for another pass, the Alliant's guns were blasting out the other side of the pirate ship. Alema Rar scanned her scopes for any more threats. A couple of freighters were making a run for the entrance. 

Shada had already turned the Wild Runner around, to help the Scatter. A pair of pirate B-wings abandoned the dog fight and followed the freighters.

Alema Rar brought her targeting computer up and got a lock on one of the B-wings almost immediately. Both starfighters ducked behind one of the slower moving freighters. Since she didn't know if the B-wings had used their proton torpedoes, if they had any, but she had to assume that either could do significant damage to the Wild Runner.

The Scatter and two freighters started exchanging turbolaser fire. Alema Rar felt through the Force that the B-wings were about to appear from the back side of the second freighter. With out aiming she fired a torpedo. The B-wings emerged exactly when she knew they would, and the torpedo was on it mark. The proximity sensor detected the B-wing and exploded meters from it. The pilot ejected before the ship was destroyed.

The remaining B-wing juked away from the explosion, right into a quad burst from Alema Rar's lasers. The tough fighter survived the hit. Now Alema Rar was having to dodge fire from the freighters, not to mention the Scatter. 

Suddenly Alema Rar sensed that one of the freighter's forward shields were about to fail. She stopped shooting at the B-wing and the second the shield dropped put a torpedo into the bridge of the freighter. The ship's shields completely collapsed, and stopped firing. The Jedi turned her attention back to the starfighter.

The B-wings shields were at about 20%, and climbing. It was still trying to get to the exit, past the Scatter. A pair of the Alliant's X-wings were in pursuit, but still a couple of klicks away. Alema Rar put a quad laser burst into the B-wing from just under a klick, taking it's shields out completely.

The Wild Runner and Scatter were both getting good hits in on the freighter now. Almost in unison, the freighter and lone B-wing broadcast their repeated surrenders.

As the other X-wings rejoined the Alliant, Alema Rar heard their commander report that seven of the pirate fighters had escaped through the asteroid field, eight were destroyed, and two extra-vehicular, with only two fighter loses for the themselves, and one of those pilots was EV. Not bad, considering that they were out numbered nineteen to twelve, including the two that I got, the Jedi thought. 

The Alliant stopped just out of effective turbolaser range from the asteroid base. Lando gave the pirates, in the base and in the ships, a chance to surrender. Several of the freighters acknowledged and powered down. The asteroid base answered with a turbolaser blast. The Alliant moved in.

Someone must have forgotten to tell the idiots in the asteroid that they didn't have shields, or a way to escape, Alema Rar thought as the Alliant hammered the base's hanger. Lando didn't quite have the firepower to shatter the asteroid, but what was left of the base would definitely be open to vacuum, and useless for any pirates or smugglers.

While the Alliant finished off the asteroid, the Scatter dispatched a shuttle to rescue the starfighter pilots that had ejected. The Wild Runner monitored the freighters that had surrendered, to make sure they stayed powered down.

When the Alliant's sensors and Alema Rar's Force senses couldn't detect any life in the base, Lando began to take the pirates that had surrendered into custody. Three of the ships had X-wings covering them, while the fourth was under the guns of the Wild Runner. Lando put a prize crew on board three of the ships, and Shada took care of the fourth.

Back on Wota-Krig IV, Lando had to work out another deal with Governor Annard and Shada on who was going to keep the ships. In the end Shada took three of them, but had to make a deal on shipping with Wota-Krig IV. Governor Annard kept the last ship. Lando talked Governor Annard down to two YVH's since they brought back an armed freighter for him. Lando said he would work out payment for the two YVH's from Karrde later. After drinks at the casino, paid for my the middle-aged Twi'lek, Shada and Alema Rar said goodbye to Lando, but not before he turned down a more personal "thanks" from Alema Rar.

"So Shada, are Karrde and I even now?" Alema Rar asked as the two lounged at the bar.

"Well, he was very happy about the ships we got for him, and could live with the shipping contract I signed with Governor Annard. He told me to tell you that you could consider yourself debt free, and thank you for your help."

Alema Rar gazed at a heavyset human flirting with a female Bothan at a nearby table. "That's good," she replied with a little disappointment in her voice. 

Shada glanced over to her, and followed her eyes to the couple at the table. "It's to bad too. He just found out where Schliebak the Hutt is."

That got Alema Rar's attention. She turned back to Shada. "What?"

"Karrde found Schliebak," she said again, smirking at Alema Rar.

"Where?" Alema Rar asked after downing her entire drink.

"Well, he didn't tell me. He just wanted me to let you know that he did."

"Fine, I'll get him to tell me," Alema Rar said.

"He's waiting for your call," Shada replied, watching the young Twi'lek pull her comlink out of her durasteel belt.

To be continued . . .

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Bethany



Jedi Adventures Alema Rar Ch. 02



Author's notes: This is the third story I have written about the Jedi. Although this is chapter one of a stand alone story, please read Star Wars Jedi Tahiri in Bondage and Star Wars Jedi Tahiri & Alema Rar.  Also, if you like this story, please leave me feedback, public or through email. 

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Talon Karrde's office, on board his ship, the Wild Karrde, Coruscant . . .

"Why don't I just cut my way through his bodyguards until I kill the Hutt?" Alema Rar asked.

Talon Karrde leaned forward in his chair. "No doubt that you're capable of that, my dear. However, like most Hutts, Schliebak has shown a tendency to run before he fights."

The Twi'lek Jedi frowned. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I just can't wait to slice that fat slug up."

"I know, I can't wait either. But I think this is the best plan to do that."

Alema Rar grinned devilishly. "Well, it'll certainly be fun."

"What was that?" 

"Oh, nothing," Alema Rar replied. "Who's taking me in?"

"I've arranged for one of my associates to take you to Gall. There you'll meet with a slaver that we have convinced to deliver you to the Hutt." Alema Rar nodded in response. "Now, Darb, the slaver, thinks that Kazzok, my Trandoshan associate is doing a little slave catching on the sly, since he knows that I don't partake that particular activity."

Mmm, a Trandoshan, Alema Rar thought, as she fingered the lead ring on the front of her collar. I haven't had one of those in a while. "Great," she replied. Then a question occurred to her. "How do you know that Darb will take me to Schliebak?"

Karrde smiled broadly. "That's easy. We know that the Hutt is actively looking for female slaves, trying to replenish his stocks from what you and Tahiri cost him on Spraikela. There is no way Darb wouldn't deliver you to him."

Alema Rar listened as she scrolled through the datapad Karrde had provided. "Hey, what is this about Schliebak keeping his slaves in chastity belts?" 

Karrde looked over at the datapad. "Oh that. It's something of a fad amongst a few of the slavers. They want to keep the slaves from sexual activity without their permission. Another form of control."

An idea was forming in her mind. "When does the chastity belt go on?"

"I'm not completely sure about that. Schliebak's people do it mostly, but they sometimes accept slaves that are already belted as well."

"If Schliebak accepts a slave that is already belted, does he take it off?"

"Not until he sells them. Then they have a big ceremony where the buyer gets to unbelt his purchase and inspect the merchandise."

Alema Rar nodded slowly to herself. "Good, I'll need one."

"OK," Karrde replied, obviously puzzled. "I'll have Kazzok get you into one on Gall."

"Nah, it'll need to be custom made," Alema Rar said, planning on keeping the belt for herself afterwards. "I know a place I can get one in a hurry. I'll just charge it to the account you set up for me." 

Karrde shook his head in disagreement. "The slavers use specific types of belts, only available in certain places and they must be installed by certain people. Gall is one of the places."

"Fine, but I need to have it locked on before Kazzok delivers me to Darb," the Twi'lek said. 

He had no idea why this was important, but Karrde was used to working with Jedi and their eccentric ways. "Fine, I'll have him take you to the manufacturer on Gall." He paused a moment before adding, "If you are thinking of smuggling any weapons under the belt, Schliebak's no fool. He'll have you searched thoroughly several times before you ever get close to him."

Alema Rar nodded her head slowly. "I expect him to."

"Alright, just wanted you to know."

"When do we leave," she asked, looking up at him.

Karrde ignored the question. "Alema Rar, I know you're a Jedi, but do you have any idea how many things can go wrong with this? You'll be completely on your own for weeks, possibly months. You'll be completely unarmed. No lightsaber, no blaster. Just the chastity belt. Even assuming no one figures out who you are, slaves get killed all the time, for little reason or none." He paused to let his words sink in. "Hutts have a reputation for utter cruelty. He could have you killed just for the fun of it."

Alema Rar looked hard into his eyes. "Trust me, I am well aware of the potential cruelty a Hutt possesses. I could convince you that I am a slave and have been all my life. No one will figure out who I am." She paused for dramatic effect. "The chastity belt is all I will need." 

Karrde wondered for a moment what she was going to do with just a chastity belt. "Well, I just wanted you to understand what you were getting into. Master Skywalker would be very upset if you didn't make it back, as would I." Alema Rar was about to respond, but Karrde kept talking. "I'd have to find out who killed you, and why. Then I'd have to have them killed. No matter what I'd have to have Schliebak killed. Then the other Hutts will try and take revenge on me for killing him. So I'd have to kill a bunch of them. That's a lot of killing." He thought for a moment. "That's not counting anybody that Master Skywalker or one of your other Jedi friends kill," he said. Then added, "Oh, and I haven't even gotten to who all Shada might decide to kill over your death."

Alema Rar smiled at the dark humor. "I'll be careful. Now, when do Kazzok and I leave?"

Karrde consulted his own datapad. "Since Kazzok isn't due in until early morning, how about around ten-hundred hours? That will give you nearly a full day extra to get to Gall."

"Thank you, Talon," she replied, deliberately using his first name. "Oh, and don't mention the part about me killing Schliebak to Master Skywalker or anyone else, okay?" she added nonchalantly. 

"You want me to LIE to a Jedi Master?"

Alema Rar locked eyes with him for a moment. He wasn't quite as put off as he seemed. "No. Just don't mention that I'm gonna kill him."

Karrde's eyes opened wide in shock. "So you want me to keep a secret from a Jedi Master?"

Alema Rar was genuinely puzzled. Karrde kept more secrets than a dozen brothels, and most of them from Master Skywalker. Then she caught the look in his eye. 

The Twi'lek licked her lips slowly. "Please don't tell anyone," she said with a pout.

His lips twitched with the tiniest of smiles. "And just what's in it for me?" He asked, eying her body over his desk.

She stood up, slowly running her hands down the sides of her silver PVC minidress. "Anything you want," Alema Rar replied as she strutted around to his side of the desk.

Karrde had turned to face her as her entire body came into view. She knew that he liked what he saw. Metallic silver hip high boots with towering heels, leaving just a flash of blue skin between them and the tight dress as she walked. Her headdress was made of the same material as the minidress. 

Alema Rar's magnetic belt hung on her hips, just shiny enough to stand out against the metallic fabric. Instead of her spiked wristcuffs, the Twi'lek wore a dozen silver bangle bracelets on each wrist. The long sleeves of the dress passed beneath the bangles and ended in fingerless gloves. The top of the dress barely covered her tits, pushing them up to give Karrde, and everyone else, a wonderful view. Magnetically locked around her slender neck was her gleaming eight cm wide durasteel collar.

Karrde leaned back in his chair, a visible tent in his trousers. Without a word, Alema Rar knelt between his parted knees and unzipped his pants. As she licked her lips, she gently pulled out his cock. 

Being an expert on cocks, Alema Rar could say with confidence that Karrde's was in the top twenty percent of all the human dicks she had seen. Plenty big enough to please a woman, and if he knew what do to with it, big enough to have a lady begging for more. Smiling up at him, Alema Rar leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his stiff cock. 

Alema Rar always started a blow job by sucking down as much of her man's cock as possible. She got all of Karrde's. Next she slowly slid it out, sucking hard the entire time. Soon her head was bobbing up and down on his dick. Alema Rar glanced up to see him tilt his head back in exultation 

A few minutes later the Twi'lek felt his warm hands on the top of her lekku. "Get up baby," he said as he nudged her head off him. 

She was only puzzled for a moment before he pushed the handful of datacards and odds-and-ends off the desk. Alema Rar climbed to her feet. She felt one of Karrde's hands on her tit and the other on her ass as he half-picked her up and set her on the edge of the desk. Karrde took a moment to drop his pants. Alema Rar quickly wrapped hip-high boots around his waist and pulled him into her. Her tight dress slid up to her waist on its own.

"Oh yeah baby, that's it," Alema Rar panted.

Karrde just grunted in response. Alema Rar's magnetic belt offered a great place for him to grab as he pounded her. Soon Alema Rar was moaning loudly. He definitely knew what he was doing. 

Minutes later Alema Rar screamed in orgasm, holding him tight with her legs. After a few seconds she realized that she was holding him so tight that he couldn't move. She eased up her tenacious grip around his waist and he started fucking her again.

Being older, it took him a little longer to cum. Alema Rar was nearly on her second orgasm when he finally shot his load into her. Karrde slumped over her for a moment, then fell back into his chair.

"Damn honey, you're the best," Karrde said breathlessly.

Alema Rar stifled a groan. She wasn't finished yet. Still on her back, she replied, "I know. You weren't so bad yourself," as she raised her head to look over her tits at him. Karrde didn't even hear her. Men, she thought with a little aggravation. The Twi'lek set both boot heels flat on the desk, lifting her butt off the desktop. She pushed a couple of fingers into her soaking snatch, idly thinking about masturbating to that second orgasm. After a few seconds she decided to save it for later.

With a sigh Alema Rar hung her legs over the side of the desk and sat up. Karrde was still leaning back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling. When her boot heels hit the deck he finally raised his head.

"Wow! That was awesome," Karrde said to her, still catching his breath.

The Twi'lek pulled her dress down into place, which was about level with her bracelets. "Thanks baby," she replied with a smile. "We'll have to do that again sometime." 

"Definitely," he replied, still eying the tops of her boots. "But not today," he added as he stood and pulled his pants back up. I've got to head out myself." 

Alema Rar stretched slowly, giving him a good look, so he'd want more. The dress didn't hide anything when she did. "I got to go do some stuff too," she said as she pulled the hem of the dress into place again.

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The next day Alema Rar slipped into a pair of tight black synthetic nerfhide short shorts, not even covering all of her ass. With this she tugged on a matching black top that just covered her tits. Alema Rar loved the synthetic, it was so shiny, and lasted forever. It felt great against her bare skin too. On her feet were matching black platform boots that came to her calves, with heels about 15cm high. Her magnetic belt was around her waist, and her spiked collar and wristcuffs were in place as well. Over her shoulder she carried a small bag, with a few things for the trip.

Kazzok was waiting at the bottom of his boarding ramp when Alema Rar arrived. He was big for a Trandoshan, about 2.2 meters tall, and muscular. His skin was a glossy green, and looked like he had recently shed it. She reached out to shake his hand, getting a feel for him with the Force. 

"Good Morning Kazzok. I'm Alema Rar," she said to him.

"Morning," he replied briskly. "You ready?" he asked.

"I wouldn't be here otherwise," Alema Rar replied.

"After you then," Kazzok said, waving her up the ramp.

In spite of his business-like manners, Alema Rar could feel him watching her as she ascended the ramp. Trandoshans rarely mated outside their species, but when they did, Twi'leks were among their favorite. The lighting on the ship was dark, and tinted red, as Trandoshans saw deep into the infrared range. With the Force guiding her steps, she followed him to what was obviously a cell.

"That's you," Kazzok told her, pointing to the tiny holding cell. 

"What?" Alema Rar asked, confused.

"Look, I don't have any other bunks on the ship except mine. So you'll be sleeping in the holding cell."

"Oh, well, OK then," Alema Rar replied sweetly as she stepped into the cell and set her bag on the narrow bunk.

"I'm not really one for companionship, so . . ." Alema Rar had a brief sense of danger from the Force as the forcefield snapped into place over the doorway. "I'll let you out when we arrive on Gall," he said calmly.

Alema Rar didn't sense any deception from him. Still, it was the principle of the thing. She winked back at him and hit the off switch with the Force.

Kazzok was only mildly surprised by her display. He glanced at the control panel, then looked back at Alema Rar disinterestedly. "Whatever. Just stay out of my way," and stalked off towards the bridge.

Sometime later, Alema Rar sauntered towards the bridge herself. "Hey, want something to eat?" she called to Kazzok as she stepped through the hatch.

"I don't eat what you eat," he responded briskly. 

"I know," Alema Rar replied as she continued to the pilot's chair. He looked over at the large bowl she was carrying. It was full of black, live, wriggling worms. 

"Ah, you do know," he responded as he took the bowl from her. He shoveled a handful into his mouth and began chewing. 

"So, how long have you been working for Karrde," Alema Rar asked as she tried not to look directly at his mouth while he was eating the wriggling mass. 

"A few months," he replied between bites.

"You ever fucked a Twi'lek?" 

To Alema Rar's amusement, he nearly choked on his worms when he heard he question.

"Not yet," he replied, with a bit of menace in his voice.

"Well, we've got all day," Alema Rar replied as she walked out.

After eating his dinner and taking the ship on its first jump, Kazzok found Alema Rar lying naked on the tiny bunk in her cell. She had replaced her spiked collar and cuffs with the shiny durasteel ones, which were now connected to restraining rings located conveniently at the corners of the bunk.

He looked her over slowly. "See, I'm all helpless," Alema Rar said, pulling vainly on her cuffs.

"Yeah, I'll bet," Kazzok replied as he stepped into the tiny cell. He inspected her wristcuffs, and ankle cuffs. "You'll need to pull on those a lot, and struggle in them, so your wrists and ankles will be nice and chafed when we get to Gall."

He had a good point, even though it had already occurred to her. "I bet you think I should have a few whip marks, too," she replied demurely. 

"Couldn't hurt. Me anyway," he replied with a hiss, which was a laugh for a Trandoshan.

"Well, before you do that, could you do me?" Alema Rar asked him

"Not right now, I need to re-calibrate my starboard laser cannon," he replied as he stroked her inner thigh and walked out.

Groaning with frustration, Alema Rar jerked against the cuffs, then laid back to relax for a few minutes. She thought about using her favorite vibrator, which she had packed, but decided that it would be more rewarding to bring Kazzok around. Trandoshans were notoriously slow to sexual excitement. When you finally did get them up though, they were monsters. Going long and strong. With the Force she released her wrists and ankles from the bunk frame. Still naked but for the collar, wristcuffs, and her boots, she went to find Kazzok. 

True to his word, Alema Rar found him starboard, working on the laser cannon. Her boot heels clicked on the deck, echoing as she walked up to him. He seemed to be doing a little more than re-calibrating the laser cannon. Kazzok ignored her until she stopped a meter or so away from him.

"Forget your clothes?" Kazzok asked her nonchalantly.

Alema Rar grinned as she glanced down at her naked body. "I didn't think you'd mind," she replied.

Sitting half in the laser cannon compartment, he looked through the various small parts and tools lying nearby on the deck. "I didn't think a simple re-calibration took all that?" The Twi'lek asked him.

"It doesn't," he replied. "I found another problem."

"Oh, OK. Need any help?" Alema Rar asked.

"Well, maybe," Kazzok said slowly. "I seem to remember Shada mentioning that that belt of yours is magnetic. Is that true?" He asked.

"Yeah," Alema Rar answered. She hadn't expected Shada to mention the belt, but it wasn't exactly a secret.

"Go get it," he told her.

Puzzled, the Jedi strutted off to retrieve her durasteel belt. She thought about putting her shorts and top on, but quickly dismissed the idea. Alema Rar grabbed her belt and returned to Kazzok, still unsure what help she could be with it. 

Kazzok had her put it on, and activate the magnetics. Then to her surprise, he produced a length of chain and secured her wrists to an overhead support beam, with her standing in the middle of the corridor. This is more like it, Alema Rar thought as her pussy tingled with anticipation. 

After stepping back to get a good look at his handiwork, Kazzok began picking up the components from the laser cannon assembly and attaching them to her belt. Alema Rar grew even more puzzled. It was hard for her to see them in the dim red light, then finally, it dawned on her.

"Kriffing Lizard! I'm not some. . . THING to hang your tools on!" Alema Rar screamed at him, kicking out with her leg. 

Hissing with laughter, Kazzok dodged her booted foot and tossed a hydrospanner into place on her belt. "You asked if I needed any help," he said blandly. "I need help organizing the cannon parts. Keeping them in one place," he added, trying to keep from hissing.

Alema Rar stamped her boot in frustration. In the back of her mind though, she loved the thought of being used like this. She put up a half-hearted argument, then relented. 

Kazzok spent the next couple of hours repairing the laser cannon. It actually did help, not having to keep track of the small parts and tools, a fact that he pointed out to the chained Jedi several times. Alema Rar, for her part, kept trying to get him to quit working on the cannon and work on her. Like any good spacer though, he insisted on taking care of his ship first.

Once Kazzok had completed the repairs he released Alema Rar's cuffs, only to pull her hands behind her back and re-lock them. Then he pulled the chain down from the beam and attached it to the leash ring on her collar. After picking up his tool bag, he grabbed his new leash and led her to her down the corridor. 

"We'll arrive at Gall soon, and I need some peace and quiet, so get some sleep, please," Kazzok told her as he led her into the holding cell. He set down his tool bag, and pulled out a small laser torch. While Alema Rar stood shackled, he ran the chain through the restraining ring on the corner of her bunk nearest to the door. Then he welded the end of the chain to itself. 

As much as Alema Rar wanted him to, she could sense with the Force that he wasn't planning on fucking her.

"That should keep you secure for a while," Kazzok said as he packed his laser welder and closed the bag. He made no effort to unlock her hands, still shackled behind her back.

"Hey! You can't leave me here like this!" Alema Rar protested as she stepped outside the tiny cell.

"You'll be fine," he replied as he keyed the forcefield on. "Have a good night," he added as he left.




Jedi Adventures Alema Rar Ch. 02



The chained Jedi stamped her boot and pulled on her shackles in frustration. She tried to cut off the forcefield, but she was too distracted. Alema Rar couldn't believe that he had left her like this. Being shackled wasn't the problem. Neither was being leashed to the cell. Alema Rar loved both. The problem was that the Trandoshan had left her as horny as a ronto in heat. 

The Twi'lek forced herself to ignore her quivering pussy for a few moments and calmed herself. First she slid her shackled hands over her ass and down her legs. Then she pulled her legs in tight and slipped her shackled hands underneath her boots so they were in front of her. Sure it would have been easier to unlock them with the Force, but she needed to keep her flexibility up. Besides, she could perform her next tasks still cuffed, even in the dim lighting.

First she retrieved a few items from her bag, then set the bag on the floor, out of the way. Then she secured her ankles to the restraining rings on the bed frame. Her right ankle was secured to the same ring as her chain leash. She would have rather had the leash attached above her head, but didn't want to be bothered with moving it. 

Next she picked up the padded nerfhide gag and strapped it into place only as someone who spent plenty of time restrained could. Then she turned off the lights in the cell with the Force. Now she was ready for some fun.

Alema Rar, Jedi Knight, felt on the thin mattress for the vibrator that she had set there. She found it and thumbed it on, relishing the familiar hum. Licking the leather cock in her mouth with anticipation, Alema Rar slid the vibrating 20cm synthrubber dildo into her dripping pussy.

The gag worked great. Alema Rar screamed and moaned into it, but not a sound was heard outside her cell. Her first orgasm came quickly. The second and third in less than an hour. 

Afterwards, Alema Rar took out the gag, and released her arms and feet. She used the small refresher in the cell to clean up, then packed the gag and dildo away. Before going to sleep, she locked her ankles together with a 30cm chain that she kept for that reason, and locked her wrists back together behind her back again. Now she was ready for bed. The contented Twi'lek laid herself on the small bunk, and drifted off to sleep.

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Jedi Adventures Alema Rar Ch. 03



Author's notes: This is the third story I have written about the Jedi. Although this is chapter one of a stand alone story, please read Star Wars Jedi Tahiri in Bondage and Star Wars Jedi Tahiri & Alema Rar.  Also, if you like this story, please leave me feedback, public or through email. 

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Alema Rar loved restraints so much that she had trouble sleeping without them. Comfortably restrained however, she slept like a baby bantha. Usually the Force would awaken her when someone tried to approach her, or when she needed to wake up. There was no way a sentient being should have been able to enter her tiny room and cut the chain leash from the restraining ring that was just centimeters from her ankle without Alema Rar, Jedi Knight being aware of it.

Needless to say, when Alema Rar was awakened by Kazzok yanking her out of bed by the leash, it was a shock to the Jedi. As always, when she first woke, Alema Rar momentarily forgot that she was restrained, and tried to reach out and brace her fall to the floor. An instant after realizing that she was shackled, she landed with a grunt on her right hip and shoulder.

"Time to go, my horny little Jedi!" Kazzok proclaimed as he dragged her out of the cell. 

Getting over the lip of the doorway involved another bump. By the time she got into the corridor, Alema Rar had managed to get her legs underneath herself. Unfortunately Kazzok wouldn't give her a chance to stand up. She had to crawl along, struggling in her chains.

"Keep up, slave!" Kazzok said, hissing with laughter.

If it weren't for the towering Trandoshan keeping her up with the leash, then Alema Rar would have fallen flat on her face. She couldn't even crawl as fast as normal, since the chain connecting her ankles was so short. To make matters worse, she was still not completely awake.

Problem number one. Stop a towering Trandoshan from dragging you, naked, across the deck. Since she didn't see anything to hurl at him, Alema Rar used the Force to unlock her wristcuffs. With one freed hand the naked Jedi reached up and pulled hard on the leash.

Kazzok, who was hissing with laughter as he dragged his captive along, looked back to see what happened. "Oh sithspit," he said as he came to a sudden stop.

Alema Rar fell forwards, catching herself with one hand. 

"I guess you'll want to stand up now, won't you?" Kazzok asked as the Twi'lek climbed to her feet, chains clinking. Finally Alema Rar was able to collect her thoughts.

"Let's go," he commanded her as he gave the leash another pull. The time Alema Rar was able to react quickly and with the Force, succeeded in yanking the chain out of his grasp altogether.

"What the frakk is going on?" Alema Rar asked, clutching the leash in one hand. 

Still hissing, Kazzok replied, "We're about to exit hyperspace in the Zhar system. I was taking you to the bridge to see the stars," he said, as if what he was doing was the most normal thing in the universe.

As much as she wondered how had had gotten into her room without her knowing it, right now she wanted to know why.

"Why the frakk did you snatch me out of bed by my neck?" She screamed at him.

"You seemed to like it so much," he replied, still hissing softly with laughter. Before she could respond, he added, "I mean, you got your hands in front of you, chained yourself to the bunk, played with your pussy awhile, and still shackled your feet together and your hands back behind yourself."

How does he know all that . . . "Hey! You had my room monitored!" she exclaimed as it dawned on her.

He stared back at her. "Of course the room is monitored. It's a cell!"

He had told her that when he first took her to the cell. "That still doesn't mean you can snatch me out of bed like that!" How did he manage that, Alema Rar wondered.

"I just figured I'd help you get into character."

The Twi'lek took a step closer to him, head to stomach. Looking up at him, she said, "If I ever need your help, rest assured that I'll let you know, understand?"

"Sure thing, Jedi Alema Rar," he replied, hissing faintly, and closed his clawed hand around her arm. "Now, let me help you with those shackles," he added as he firmly turned her to face away from him and pulled her arms behind her back.

With some trepidation, Alema Rar allowed him to secure her hands together. It would probably be the last time for a while that should could choose to be cuffed. She felt a strap being wrapped around her upper arms and pulled tight, forcing her elbows together and her tits out. 

Kazzok nonchalantly picked up the leash that was left dangling from the Jedi's collar and pulled the naked, chained Twi'lek, a little more gently, to the bridge.

The bridge was as dark as the rest of the ship. A Jedi had little difficulty in navigating the obstacles, though. As Alema Rar sat down in the co-pilot's seat, she realized something. "Hey, I don't care about stars. I've seen thousands of 'em."  

"Oh well, you're here now," Kazzok replied as he snapped the leash onto a restraining ring on the side of her chair. Then he settled into the captain's chair and set his large forearms into the grooves on the control board that all Trandoshans used to pilot spacecraft.

Alema Rar could sense that he was lying, but she didn't know about what, or why. "Why?" She asked him.

"Just a minute," he said as he brought the ship out of hyperspace. He stayed silent for several more minutes, scanning for comm traffic and possible pirate activity. Kazzok pulled one hand out of its groove and picked up a data pad that was in a storage slot. He handed it to the shackled Twi'lek, who twist her cuffed hands to get it.

"Hey, can you send a message to Shada for me. It's on here. Just press send," he told her.

Alema Rar had used enough datapads in her life to know where the send button was without looking. Still, she sensed that something wasn't right. "Why can't you just send it?" She asked him, fingering the 'send' button with her shackled hand.

"I'm flying the ship," he replied quickly, placing both hands back into the control grooves.

Still not completely convinced, Alema Rar hit the send button with her thumb.

Kazzok hissed softly with laughter, and headed for the moon Gall, orbiting the gas giant Zhar. 

"What's going on, Kazzok?" Alema Rar asked him, considering releasing herself from the cuffs.

"We are almost at Gall, where we'll get you fitted with a chastity belt, and Darb will take you to Schliebak the Hutt," he replied blandly.

"I mean with the datapad. Why couldn't you just send it?"

He turned and leaned close to her. "I could have, but trust me, Shada will appreciate the fact that you sent it to her, and not me."

She sensed the truth, mostly. "What was the message then?" Alema Rar asked.

"Oh, just a security update," he replied seriously.

It was very hard to lie to a Jedi. "What kind of security update?"

He glanced at her. "Some holocam information," he answered.

"Oh, OK," Alema Rar answered, puzzled over why he was so insistent that Shada get a holocam security update.

Suddenly, it occurred to her. The footage from her masturbating in her cell. "Kriffing lizard! That better not get out!" She tried to stand up, but her leash jerked her back down.

Kazzok set the autopilot before answering, "That's up to Shada now, isn't it? Unless someone happens to intercept the signal, but what are the chances of that?" 

"They better not," Alema Rar replied, as she rotated her neck to adjust the collar. Once it was settled into place, she released the leash from her collar with the Force. "Matter of fact, I'm going to go get ready to be a slave," she added, as she carefully stood and left the bridge.

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Alema Rar could sense the surprise from Kazzok when she met him at the ship's exit ramp. Gone were the shiny durasteel collar, cuffs, and belt. In their place was a simple tan sleeveless slave dress, several sizes too large, which felt unnervingly like a traditional Jedi robe to her. A cheap nerfhide belt was around her waist.

The super sexy high heel boots that she had been strutting around the ship in were replaced by cheap flat sandals. A collar was still around her neck, but it was an old, well used one with spots of rust on the surface. It was also too big. She could slide several fingers underneath it, just like an all purpose restraining collar that an occasional slaver would have on hand. In her left hand she carried a short length of rusted chain, and a set of basic binders.

In spite of her change of appearance, Alema Rar knew that that wasn't what really surprised the Trandoshan. Before, she was in charge, loving being a lithe, sexy Twi'lek. Now she had the mannerisms of a life long slave girl. A slave dancer. She still had the same svelte, sensual movements that she always did, but now they seemed to be a little different. She enhanced what he was seeing with the Force.

He looked at her with a dominance that hadn't been there earlier. The humble Jedi could tell the effect that she had on Kazzok. Before, they both knew that she could stop the games when she wanted too, in spite of how she was restrained. Now she was nothing more than a contented, life long slave dancer.

"I left my bag in my cell. Please make sure Karrde gets it," she said softly, keeping her eyes downcast, but impressing the statement with the Force.

"No problem," he replied as he looked hard at her. "You know they'll search you, right?"

"Yes Master, all slaves are used to frequent searches," she replied.

After a moment Kazzok shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts. "Fine then. You ready?" he asked her.

"Yes Sir," the slave girl replied demurely.

Without responding, the Trandoshan took the binders from her and roughly locked them onto her wrists in front of her, then clipped the half-meter chain leash to her collar. Kazzok adjusted his Slavemaster Stun Carbine, the weapon of choice for Trandoshan slavers, across his back and made sure his primary weapon, his Trandoshan Repeater Rifle was slung in place on his side. He grabbed the leash, and pulled his slave down the ship's ramp.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ END CHAPTER THREE ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

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Jedi Adventures Alema Rar Ch. 04



Author's notes: This is the third story I have written about the Jedi. Although this is chapter four of a stand alone story, please read Star Wars Jedi Tahiri in Bondage and Star Wars Jedi Tahiri & Alema Rar. Also, if you like this story, please leave me feedback, public or through email. Bethany


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They made it to the belter's shop without incident. There was no advertisement, or any kind of sign in front. Just a plain wooden door, about a dozen meters down an alley. Kazzok banged loudly on the door, which Alema Rar knew was the Trandoshan equivalent of knocking politely. A small slot opened at human eye level. A Rodian asked him for the password. Kazzok replied by passing him a credit chip. It wasn't a bribe, it was the password. A credit chip with exactly twenty-one credits and four point seven decicreds proved that someone legitimate had sent you.

The shop was full of various components for chastity belts, from nerfhide, to synthrubber, to polished durasteel. Most were sitting on shelves, or hanging on the wall in what looked to Alema Rar to be no particular order. One section of the shop stood out in contrast though. It was well organized, and the belts were made of some sort of black durasteel. The owner also had a full fledged fabricating operation going, with shackles, collars, and other restraint devices and pieces of devices lying around. Alema Rar knew that she would be getting one of the black belts.

A middle aged human man was in charge, with a skinny human male about twenty assisting him. The Rodian seemed to be security. Kazzok told the older man that he wanted a standard belt, with a vaginal rod, for his slave, Alei'na.

"Is it an official belt?" the human asked.

"Yes, I plan on selling her," Kazzok replied, eying the Rodian. 

Kazzok released the binders, and the assistant quickly stripped Alema Rar naked while his boss and Kazzok finalized the agreement. Kazzok paid him from one of Karrde's untraceable accounts. Alema Rar patiently waited, as any good slave should. 

The assistant whistled as he admired her supple body, then began an enthusiastic search of the Twi'lek, which was easy considering that she was naked. Alema Rar even bent over obediently and spread her butt-cheeks apart when he ordered her to. Then she meekly allowed him to insert a finger into her ass. He shoved it in as deep as he could, and spent at least half-a-minute wiggling it around, searching. His free hand reached around to grope her tit. 

Alema Rar let the Force flow through her as he pulled his finger out, and for a few more seconds until he dropped his other hand away. It was mildly arousing, reminding her of some foreplay that she had done with a security officer. Well, with a few dozen security officers. Mostly at different times. As she passively awaited the next command, she made a mental note to hunt up a couple of security officers when this mission was over. 

The human leered as he reached for her pussy. She concentrated on his mind as his fingers brushed her snatch. The Rodian was watching Kazzok, and the older man keying something into his computer terminal. As he pulled his hand away, she could feel his satisfaction on a job well done.

Alema Rar knew that she would be searched much more thoroughly several more times before her mission was complete.

"You finished searching her?" the older man asked.

"Yep, clean as a Kuati Princess," the assistant replied.

"Good, let's get this little slave girl belted."

The two men expertly put the pieces of the chastity belt into place. Kazzok and the Rodian continued watching each other. Alema Rar stayed as still as a meditating Jedi. She could feel the Humans' thoughts as they began laser welding the seams of the belt together. Only when the older man shut down the laser torch did Alema Rar begin to ease off the Force.

The chastity belt was almost like the harness that she had worn on Spraikela. A wide durasteel belt went around her waist. Another wide strap went down the front, narrowing to go between her legs, and up behind her, connecting with the belt just over the crack of her ass. A slick synthetic liner coated the inside, since she would be wearing it for a long time, possibly forever. A bar code was discreetly etched into the back of the belt. It was very comfortable, even with the hard rod filling her pussy.

Kazzok ordered his Twi'lek slave to put her dress back on, and secured her wrists with the binders. With a nod to the shop owner and a dangerous look to the Rodian, he led her away. 

Once they were safely in the alley Alema Rar made sure that the humans and Rodian wouldn't quite remember them. She had to do it quickly, as Kazzok set a fast pace for the small Twi'lek. She could feel the shaft shifting as she walked, making her horny. Damn, this is going to be a loonnng mission, Alema Rar thought as she tapped her fingers over the impenetrable durasteel shield.

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Kazzok led her to an air-bus for the trip to Darb's ship, which was waiting at another spaceport a couple of hundred kilometers away. They got quite a few stares, but everyone seemed to mind their own business. While slavery was technically illegal on Gall, she knew that the law was seldom enforced. Alema Rar felt lucky to have such a big, strong Trandoshan leading her there. Gall was a rough place, full of all sorts of vile scum. Without him, well, she'd probably have to hurt someone.

Alema Rar got her first look at the slaver Darb when they enter his ship's berth. A little under two meters tall, a little overweight, but with muscle underneath. The Jedi could tell that he had an obvious mean streak about him. Just the kind of person that she would go out of her way to set up. But this time she had bigger Hutts to slice. 

"This her?" Darb asked, looking Alema Rar up and down.

"Why else would I bring her to you on a leash?" Kazzok replied. "Because she's some kind of freak who likes it?" 

Freak? He was the one using me to organize his tools, Alema Rar thought.

"Whatever. Shall we finish this on board my ship, in private?"

With a nod Kazzok followed him, with one hand gripping Alema Rar's leash and the other on his repeater rifle.

On board Kazzok unlocked the binders from Alema Rar's wrists and Darb ordered her to strip. 

"You had her belted I see," Darb commented. He made a twirling motion with his finger, and Alema Rar slowly turned around. When she was facing away from the two of them she felt him stop her with a hand on her back. Like a good slave, she waited quietly and calmly for him to finish his inspection. "Today," he announced as he read the date underneath the bar code.

Alema Rar was spared the humiliation of being negotiated over on the spot. That had been done in advance. While she was left staring at the bulkhead, Darb paid Kazzok the paltry sum they had agreed upon. Since Kazzok supposedly didn't want his boss, Talon Karrde, to know that he was doing some slave running on the side, he took much less than a prime dancing Twi'lek slave girl was worth. Alema Rar felt the Trandoshan's warm scales on her neck as he removed 'his' collar. Then the Jedi sensed him backing down the ramp. A cool breeze hit her neck as she heard the hatch close, leaving her alone.

Two other members of the crew appeared from around a corner, a human female that looked to be in her forties and a middle-aged Devaronian. Both were short and stocky, and neither looked very appealing. Alema Rar caught a glimpse of dull silver durasteel in the woman's hand. The Twi'lek had to fight to ignore her danger sense as the woman silently placed the slave collar around her throat and locked it shut. 

The collar was heavy! It weighed nearly two kilograms. The huge piece of durasteel settled uncomfortably on the base of her slender neck.

"I'm going to show you this once, Alei'na," Darb said to her. Even though she was still facing the wall, Alema Rar sense that something bad was about to happen. However, since she was playing the part of a helpless slave, the Jedi stayed motionless.

The pain came not from a stun-baton or whip, but from the collar. While it wasn't as painful as the power whip she had been abused with on Spraikela, it was painful enough. Alema Rar howled in agony as she fell to the deck.

Playing the part, she tugged vainly against the collar as she wept. Darb stepped close, towering over her. "That was level one. Disobey once and you will feel it again. Disobey twice and you'll feel level two, which is twice as bad. Try and escape, or attack me or one of my crew, and you'll feel level five, understand?"

"Yes Master," Alema Rar replied between sobs.

"Now, Schliebak would be mad if I delivered you to him injured, or dead. But he'd would be furious if I started letting slaves escape, not to mention the beating my professional pride would take."

That didn't seem to warrant a response, so she stayed silent on the deck.

"Process her, and make sure you search her good," Darb told his crew members. "I don't trust anything that has to do with Talon Karrde."

The Devaronian produced a pole about a meter and a half in length. He touched the collar with one end, and Alema Rar felt the magnets snap together.

"Let's go, Twi'lek," he commanded her, lifting her to her feet with the pole.

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The freighter had its own version of a prison processing facility. There did seem to be more shackles and straps than the prisons that Alema Rar had seen, though. 

She was led underneath two of the shackles that were hanging from the ceiling, separated by a metal bar about half-a-meter long. The Devaronian lifted her right hand over her head as the woman lifted the left one, and they locked the shackles onto her wrists. Then they both knelt, and after moving her feet about a meter apart, locked another pair of shackles around her ankles.

The lead pole was removed and set against the wall near the doorway. Her ankles were spread far enough apart to cause discomfort, but not pain. At least not yet anyway. The woman opened a drawer and pulled a piece of black plastoid out. Alema Rar recognized it as a mouth spreader. 

The Devaronian pressed a button on the wall, and Alema Rar's wrists were pulled higher, tight against the ankle shackles attached to the floor. Now the bound Jedi had virtually no slack in her chains.

"Open wide," the woman commanded Alema Rar as she approached her.

Since she didn't seem to have a choice, and this was part of the plan, Alema Rar opened her mouth and awaited the spreader. The heavy-set woman pushed the device in, and spread the Twi'lek's mouth open wide, locking it into place.

Meanwhile the Devaronian hopped up and sat on a work bench against a wall. The woman lightly smacked Alema Rar on the face, then walked over and casually leaned against an exam table, ignoring her. The two slavers spent the next several minutes chatting about a popular weekly holodrama.

The Twi'lek would have loved to join in, being a fan herself, but the uncomfortable spreader rendered coherent speech impossible. She felt drool running uncontrollably out of her mouth and onto the deck. There was nothing that she could do about the drool, but Alema Rar hoped that Schliebak's scum wouldn't ruin any of the new episodes, since she had Tahiri recording them for her. 

With the collar on, Alema Rar couldn't see how big the puddle of drool was on the deck, but by experience she knew it was a good one. With the Force she started slowly sliding the drool towards the Devaronian, since he was closer and sitting on the work bench. She worked as much drool out of her mouth as possible, while trying to make the stream on the deck look natural. Fortunately the two slavers seemed to be wasting plenty of time in idle conversation while their helpless captive hung in the shackles. 

The helpless captive found a good use for the extra time, making a sizable puddle underneath the Devaronian's feet, right where he should land when he hopped off the bench. They took so long chatting that Alema Rar finished the puddle, and started trying unsuccessfully to swallow some of the drool running down her chin. Meanwhile, the woman pulled a thin synthrubber glove onto one hand.

After just long enough for Alema Rar to start getting really impatient, the woman came back over with a small hand light and thoroughly searched her mouth. When she reached in to move the Twi'lek's tongue out of the way, Alema Rar got a nasty surprise. 

Nasty being the operative word. The glove was coated with a sticky, disgusting substance that made her tongue stick to the glove. It made it almost impossible to pull her tongue out of the glove's grip. Alema Rar was helpless as the fat woman shifted her poor little tongue from side to side and up and down. She even pulled her tongue forward, forcing Alema Rar's neck to pull against her collar, nearly choking herself to stop the pain.

Finally the woman let go, and pulled off the glove with both slavers laughing. The disgusting taste stayed in Alema Rar's mouth. With the cuffs and spreader gag, she couldn't even try to wipe it away.

The woman tossed the used glove into a waste receptacle, and returned with a hand-held scanner, which she proceeded to slowly run over Alema Rar's shackled body, starting at the top of her head. When she came to Alema Rar's pussy, she slowed down even more, then looked at her partner.

"Hey, did this slave's belt have a cunt rod?" she asked him.

Alema Rar saw him pull a small datapad out of a pocket on his chest. "Yep. A big one too, twenty one centimeters," he added.

"Must be a different model, it's not scanning as dense as most of them," the woman replied.

"Well, unless you want to pay to cut the belt off her to check it out . . ."

With a snort the woman continued the scan, all the way down to her feet, then up the back of her legs to her head. Just as methodically, she scanned each side of Alema Rar's body. It went exactly as she had expected. 

The Jedi allowed herself a small smile around the mouth spreader as the woman shut the scanner down and put it back in the drawer. Alema Rar sensed a change in the Devaronian's thoughts a second before he hopped down off the bench. She watched with glee as his feet flew out from underneath him.

He half caught himself on the bench, but still landed on his butt: hard. "Sithspit!" he swore as he looked down at the deck. After a moment he realized what he had slipped on. The woman had realized it too. The Devaronian stared at the helpless slave with fury while the woman laughed at him. He picked up a small remote that had fallen out of his hand when he fell. Alema Rar guessed that it was the remote for her collar. 

For the barest of moments, Alema Rar wondered if the stunt with her drool was worth it. It didn't help the mission at all, and if there were many more question marks like that, then Schliebak might wonder if one of his slaves was more then she seemed. Oh well, I'll just have to worry about that later. It was too much fun watching him fall on his ass. She prepared herself with the Force for what was about to happen.

Then the shock from the collar hit her. Since she was still shackled to the ceiling and floor, Alema Rar stayed upright, screaming in half-agony. At least she tried to scream. The mouth spreader made it sound like the incoherent howls of a wild animal caught in a trap. After several seconds the shock stopped and Alema Rar hung limp in her chains.

The Devaronian was still squeezing the remote, hard.

"That's why they put a cut-off on those," the woman said, still laughing. "Schliebak would skin you if you messed her up just because of your own clumsiness."

"Sithspit," he replied as he relaxed his grip on the remote. "Frakk off," he added as he carefully climbed to his feet.

Meanwhile the woman had produced another scanner, and was running it over Alema Rar's chest and head. "Well, at least you didn't fry the poor slave," she said to her companion. 

He gave her a contemptuous look as he stepped away from the puddle on the deck. 

"It's not like it's her fault for drooling all over the place. You should have been more careful," the slaver added as she shut off the scanner.

"Sithspit, she was a meter and a half away. There's no way she could've drooled all the way over there," he replied.

The woman looked at the drool underneath Alema Rar, and followed it to the second puddle by the bench. "Well, it's weird, but it happened," she said with a shrug of her shoulders. "Let's get her to her quarters."

Alema Rar listened to the exchange while pretending to still be dazed from the prolonged shock. She wondered about the 'quarters.' She had expected a large cell, with dozens or more other slaves. Guess I'm gonna find out, she thought as the Devaronian lowered her shackles to just over her head.

The woman released her ankles from their bounds and then they both freed the Twi'lek's hands. Alema Rar stumbled, making the Devaronian support her weight as the woman pulled her arms behind her back and snapped a set of binders onto her wrists. Both half-held her while they walked her out of the processing room. On the way out, the woman grabbed the leash pole that was leaning against the wall, although to Alema Rar's mild surprise, she didn't use it.

The trio walked through two clear plexisteel doors and into the 'quarters.' It was about what Alema Rar had been expecting. About two dozen female slaves, mostly humans and Twi'leks. About half as many bunks against the walls. All the slaves were wearing stun collars and black durasteel chastity belts like her own.

The despair and utter hopelessness of twenty-something beings pressed in on her. Suddenly Alema Rar was years in the past. Growing up, she had been mostly kept separate from the common slaves, but on occasion she had been near them. The feelings that the young Jedi had felt from them had helped develop her abhorrence of slavery.

The slaves eyed the newcomer with looks ranging from mild interest to pity, and a few with lust. Alema Rar felt the Devaronian remove the binders from her wrists. "Don't cause problems," the woman said with scorn as the two slavers left, locking both doors behind them. 

Alema Rar surveyed her new surroundings. It seemed clean enough, and not a crowded as some of the places she had been forced to occupy. It took some concentration to block her fellow slaves' combined despair with the Force. The collars that the slaves were wearing all had large black numbers on each side. Since there wasn't a mirror around, Alema Rar could only assume that her collar had them as well.

None of the other women seemed to be interested in conversation, which was fine with her. Someone pointed her towards a closet, which had a selection of short silk tops. Since it was all anybody else seemed to be wearing, besides the chastity belts and collars, Alema Rar found the smallest one and pulled it on. Her nipples were pressed in, and plainly visible. The top came down a few centimeters past her tits. Alema Rar also found a stack of sleeping mats on the floor in the closet. She pulled out the cleanest-looking one and found an empty spot on the floor.

As a Jedi, Alema Rar was capable of sitting, standing, or holding just about any position, for long periods of time. Among the slaves, though, she was careful not to stay to still. She mostly lay down on her back, but shifted position a lot, giving the impression of being restless, or nervous, and trying to hide it. This was also for the benefit of whomever was monitoring the holocams she sensed in the ceiling and walls.

Food was brought by a pair of slaves, overseen by the woman who had searched Alema Rar. Several of Alema Rar's roommates thanked the slaves by name, so she guessed that they had been on board long enough to develop a routine. The Jedi filed this information away, although she didn't know how or if she would use it.




Jedi Adventures Alema Rar Ch. 04



After dinner a few of the slaves had hush conversations, which Alema Rar felt no urging from the Force to listen to. Each of the slaves took turns using the refresher. Alema Rar was surprised that none of the other slaves needed help using it with their chastity belts. When her own turn came, it was as tricky as she remembered it. Maybe they're just afraid to ask, she thought as she settled back down. A few of the slaves shared bunks, or mats. Alema Rar briefly wondered how they decided who got the bunks, but didn't care enough to find out. 

The faint thrum of the engines vibrated the durasteel shaft trapped inside Alema Rar's pussy just enough to get her going. Personal experience had proven that it was nearly impossible for her to cum with a chastity belt on, even with the Force, so the Jedi spent her time meditating until she calmed down, then took a short Force nap after the other slaves were all asleep.

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Jedi Adventures Alema Rar Ch. 05



Without restraints, Alema Rar never slept well. The collar helped, but the Force nap wasn't as restful as she had hoped. She spent her time lying still on her mat, so her fellow slaves, and the guards monitoring the holocams, would think she was asleep. Long before any of her companions were awake, or at least that she knew of, Alema Rar felt the ship exit hyperspace. This caused a few of the slaves to stir: experienced spacers, Alema Rar guessed. 

A few minutes later the door opened and half-a-dozen slavers stomped in, waking everyone up. The woman that had searched her the day before was among them.

"Time to go, little darlings!" one of the slavers, a Rodian, yelled.

Alema Rar rose silently. A handful of the slaves seemed frightened, but most were resigned to being ordered about so. One of the slavers was carrying a bag, which he set down on one of the bunks with a thud. 

One by one the slavers put binders on the slaves' wrists, in front. Then they pulled a chain from the bag and begin assembling the women in a coffle, with each of the slaves' collars locked to the chain just less than a meter apart. Alema Rar was the fourth slave in the line. The line of slaves shuffled out into the corridor. The girl behind Alema Rar kept bumping into her backside. As the shuffled off to some unknown destination, the Jedi kept waiting for the ship to enter atmosphere.

Instead she felt a slight jarring as Darb's freighter docked with another ship. Since the current whereabouts of Schliebak were unknown, Alema Rar supposed that he could be on board a ship. It didn't really matter though, as long as she got to him sooner or later. 

The slaves and their escorts went to an airlock, where they transferred to the other ship. Alema Rar reached out with the Force, and after a few long seconds, located the familiar vile presence of Schliebak. At least she was in the right place. 

On the other side of the airlocks, the group was met by five more beings: three male humans, a Trandoshan, and a Whiphid. Darb's slavers greeted their counterparts as the chained women exited the airlock. Alema Rar noticed Schliebak's people scanning the slaves, and one of the humans doing a covert head count. One of the humans she pegged as the leader of the group.

Some classes of vessels had airlocks and corridors that were distinct enough to tell what type of ship you were on. Unfortunately this ship was not one of them. The corridors were well-lit, and seemed to be in good condition. The Jedi guessed it was a larger freighter, perhaps with a crew of around five hundred or so. She didn't plan on fighting the entire crew, just enough to kill Schliebak. Still, Alema Rar would need to know the freighter's layout when it came time to steal a ship to escape.

The group went a few meters from the airlock and through a door. Alema Rar recognized it as another processing room. There were painted footprints on the deck about a meter apart. A chain was hanging down from the ceiling about two meters over each set of prints. One of Schliebak's slavers guided the head of the coffle to the first set of footprints, and each of the girls stood on a set of prints. 

The chains connecting the slaves' collars were nearly the exact distance between the footprints, and there were three more rows of prints unused. Probably a hundred of them, Alema Rar guessed.

Two more slavers, both humans were already in the processing room. Quickly and efficiently, the thirteen slavers began lifting the girls' wrists high and attaching the ends of the chains to their binders with snap hooks. By chance, Alema Rar was one of the last slaves to be secured. When a human got to her, she was holding her cuffed hands over her head waiting for him. He glanced into her passive eyes, and then snapped the chain onto her binders.

The chained Twi'lek heard the faint humming of a motor and saw the chains being pulled up so each slaves' arms were pulled tight overhead. After a moment, Alema Rar's arms were pulled tight as well.

Four of Darb's people left the room while the remaining two, the Rodian and the human woman that had searched her before, sat against the wall in a couple of comfortable looking chairs. Schliebak's slavers quickly got to work searching each of the slaves, including underneath their chastity belts as much as they could. Then they ran several sets of scanners over each of the slaves, while the leader of Schliebak's people compared notes with the woman that had searched Alema Rar on Darb's ship.

It was no problem for a Jedi to overhear their conversation. When one of the scanners found the same anomaly on her chastity belt as before, Alema Rar didn't want to attract too much attention to herself. She let the Force flow through her and exerted a little mental pressure on the guard's mind, to go with the woman's explanation that the belter had used a lighter metal on the cunt rod in the Twi'lek's pussy. 

"Fine," the man said dismissively, and instructed the scanner to move on to the next slave.

Alema Rar allowed the barest trace of a smile to her lips, and pulled on her binders, just to feel the sensation of them biting into her wrists. She was a little surprised when she felt one of the humans putting a headdress around her lekku, the roughly arm-sized, tapering appendages that came out of the back of a Twi'lek's head.

A glance down the line of slaves revealed that other guards were doing the same to her fellow Twi'leks. Most headdresses were just a few straps going around a Twi'lek's head and lekku. They were meant to make it harder for Twi'leks to communicate with each other by gesturing with their lekku.

This headdress, however, had the straps plus two thick sleeves that the guard pulled over each of her lekku. Alema Rar winced in pain as she felt the sleeves tighten on her sensitive lekku. She heard the distinctive 'click' of locks as the guard reached under her chin and up to the top of each lek. The sleeves felt like a synthetic nerfhide, and she could feel that last few centimeters of her lekku sticking out of the bottom. She knew it would be impossible to gesture with the sleeves locked on.

Once the scans were complete, a couple of the slavers started releasing their captives from the overhead chains. Two more followed them, and released the binders, only to move the slaves' hands behind their backs and lock the binders back on. Without her sensitive lekku, Alema Rar felt nearly blind. Still, she knew that it was even worse for the non-Jedi Twi'leks.

When the slavers starting putting the thick black hoods over their heads, one of the slaves tried to pull away, which caused the whole coffle to move. Alema Rar heard a faint pop and one of the girls towards the other end saying, "Sithspit," right before a shock hit the entire group from their collars.

It wasn't an especially painful shock, but it did knock most of the girls to the deck, which pulled the rest down with them. 

Several of the slavers laughed. "Oh, did we forget to mention that all of your slave collars are on the same frequency?" one of them said loudly as the girls started to quiet down. "If one of you does something to get punished, like try and resist getting a hood put on their pretty little heads, then all of you get punished, understand?"

A chorus of "Yes Sir," answered him from some of the slaves, while the others, including Alema Rar, decided that he really didn't want an answer. 

It was a classic trick. Create animosity amongst the slaves by punishing all of them, or the wrong ones, when an infraction occurred. Alema Rar sensed ill feelings from several of the slaves towards the girl that had tried to pull away from the slaver. Probably claustrophobic, she thought with compassion as she joined the others in glaring at her. 

It took several minutes to get the slaves back on their feet, and get the hoods on all of their heads. While a thick hood worked great at making the other slaves clueless as to the layout of the ship, and where they were within it, it was almost useless for a Jedi. The only mild distraction for Alema Rar came from the claustrophobic girl, a young human, who was in sheer terror from the hood on her head.

The slavers led the blinded and chained girls out of the processing room and to the right. After that it was several more quick turns and into a cargo hold, where they march the slaves back and forth amongst the cargo containers. Then they took them back into the corridor and back the way they had come. Alema Rar wasn't a hundred percent certain of the route they had taken, but she was sure that they were back near the processing facility and airlock when they boarded the turbolift. It felt like they went up three or four decks before they stopped, then it was more quick twists and turns.

Finally they entered another large space and stopped. Alema Rar felt mostly mild relief from her fellow slaves as their hoods were removed. However, she felt intense relief from the claustrophobic girl. Alema Rar glanced down the line at her. 

The girl was well built, probably a hundred and eighty centimeters and about sixty kilograms. Short brown hair. She couldn't tell what color her eyes were from here. The number Fifty-Two was displayed prominently on the side of her collar. Not bad looking at all, Alema Rar thought.

"All of you are now the property of the Great Schliebak the Hutt," the human leader said. "You may call me, and everyone else who works for the Great Schliebak, Master," he told them as the slavers began unchaining them from each other. "You will be evaluated for your skills and more importantly, your value to the Great Schliebak. Some of you he may decide to keep, but most of you will be sold."

He let the words sink in as Alema Rar felt the Whiphid unlock the chains from her collar. "First of all, if any of you little bitches are dancers, step forward."

Alema Rar immediately took a step forward. While she could perform many tasks, a dancer was guaranteed to perform at least once for the Hutt himself before being sold. Another Twi'lek and three humans joined her. The claustrophobic girl was not among them. 

The five dancers were separated from the others. The other Twi'lek was a few centimeters shorter than Alema Rar, and a few kilograms lighter. Her green lekku were about a decimeter shorter than Alema Rar's, and her collar number was Eighteen.

Two of the humans could have been sisters. Both were short and thin, with long brown hair. Twenty-Four's collar was a few sizes too large for her neck, but Twenty-Nine's fit better. The last human was a tall red-head with an athletic build. Her hair was short, just past her ears and her collar number was Thirty-One. Still, Alema Rar knew that she was the most attractive of the group. Idly, she wondered what number was on her own collar.

Out of the corner of her eye Alema Rar noticed the claustrophobic girl, Fifty-Two, step forward as a domestic servant.

The binders were removed from the dancers' wrists, and each was told to do a routine to prove their skill. Alema Rar went second, and after her, the green Twi'lek and two other humans finished. With the thick nerfhide sleeves covering her lekku, Alema Rar wasn't quite able to pull off the performances that she normally could have. The other Twi'lek did even worse, and complained to the slaver that was evaluating them. Surprisingly, he was sympathetic, and explained that when it really mattered they would perform without the sleeves.

After the tryout, Alema Rar and her companions were prepared for travel with binders, hoods, and chains between their collars. Alema Rar was in front, and was led by a leash to another part of the ship. They didn't seem to take as many twists and turns this time, and after their hoods had been removed, another set of slave quarters was revealed.

There were four giant beds, all with comfortable looking silk bedding. Two human slaves were lounging on one of the beds, but Alema Rar sensed that about a dozen presences had spent some time in the room recently. Their escort took the binders off their wrists while explaining that this room was for the Great Schliebak's dancers. 

"Those two will show you around," the slaver said as he collected the binders and left. The other Twi'lek immediately began pulling on the nerfhide sleeves, and cursing them in Twi'leki when she couldn't budge them.

Numbers Eight and Forty explained that the Great Schliebak kept all his dancers locked in here together whenever they weren't entertaining or training. Alema Rar sensed a loathing from both of them when they mentioned the Hutt, but not as much as she had expected. She was mainly concerned with one of them being a plant anyway.

"Training?" Alema Rar asked.

Forty looked over at Alema Rar. "Schliebak makes us exercise at least an hour a day, plus two or three more practicing dancing. It's a tough schedule," she replied.

At least I won't get bored, Alema Rar thought, as she nodded back to Forty.

"They usually give you at least one morning off a week, if you are up really late dancing or something," Eight said. She paused a moment, then added, "This isn't the worst place to be a slave. Schliebak doesn't kill us at a whim, like a lot of the other Hutts do."

Alema Rar felt a pang of pity for someone who seemed satisfied with not being killed on a whim. Then she thought with resolve, That's what I'm here to fix.

"Were do we sleep?" Twenty-Four asked.

"We have to sleep on one of the beds," Forty replied. "We can share whichever one we want to, but all the dancers have to be on a bed," she explained.

"It was all Darb's idea. He is always finding ways to make our lives miserable," Eight added. 

The Jedi felt a much stronger sense of loathing from them at the mention of the human. And here I was thinking that he just delivered the slaves to the Hutt, Alema Rar thought, filing the information away.

Eight and Forty showed the new dancers the refresher, as well as the walk-in closet, which were the only things in the room. In the refresher, she glanced at the mirror and saw that the number Two was on each side of her collar. 

They had a much larger selection of clothes than on Darb's ship, although it was still limited to silks and other sheer fabrics. Forty explained that there was a much large changing room near Schliebak's throne room, where they would change into costumes for performances and such. Looking at the room again, Alema Rar decided that it wasn't so bad. About the only things really missing were a computer terminal and holovid screen, and the killer wardrobe went a long way in making up for that.

After a while, three more slaves came in: a Twi'lek, a human, and a Bothan. The Twi'lek was also wearing a headdress with the evil sleeves attached. Both Eight and Forty left for training after they introduced the new slaves.

Over the next hour or so several more slaves trickled in. A while later, a couple of guards took away Twenty-Four, with the loose fitting collar, and Twenty-Nine, after cuffing them and putting a hood over each of their heads. Schliebak definitely takes security seriously, Alema Rar thought as she found a spot on one of the giant beds with three other Twi'leks. She definitely wasn't used to sleeping with so many strangers. To make matters worse, the door kept opening, as girls returned or were taken out. Another short Force nap was all she managed. 

It was nearly four in the morning when Twenty-Four and Twenty-Nine returned. Alema Rar didn't bother them, but she did sense that whatever had happened, they didn't seem to upset by it. 

As she lay still on the bed, conscious of the three other sexy Twi'lek bodies sharing it with her, Alema Rar wanted so badly to stick a couple of fingers into her horny twat. Nothing but unforgiving durasteel greeted her. Nearly three days wasn't the longest she had ever been without an orgasm, but an intense battle was a lot better at distracting her than being surrounded by over a dozen virtually naked nubile slavegirls.

"Trust me, if not getting to cum is the worst thing that happens to you, then you're lucky," one of her bedmates whispered to her in the darkness.

The Jedi thought about that a moment. Then she leaned over and whispered back, "I bet I can make you cum just by sucking your tits," and ran a fingertip around one of them. Normally Twi'leks used their lekku to communicate with each other as much as speech. Since she had spent so much time around humans, Alema Rar was accustomed to not being able to. The kriffing nerfhide sleeves made it impossible to make the subtle gestures that she wanted to make to her fellow Twi'lek.

The other Twi'lek giggled, then responded, "There are holocams everywhere. If they catch us doing anything like that, they'll watch until we're almost done, then rush in and split us up. Then it's punishment for a week." 

Alema Rar could sense her trying to gesture with her lekku as well, and the frustration that came from not being able to. There was nothing to be done about that at the moment. She was interested in the punishment, but even more in the holocams. "But it's dark. They can't see us," she replied softly.

In the dim light the Jedi saw her bedmate shake her head. "The holocams can see everything: infrared, ultraviolet, you name it."

"Ah, okay. Thanks for the tip," Alema Rar whispered as she relaxed again. That had been a very useful conversation. Not only had she learned about the capabilities of the holocams, but she had found out from another slave, which meant that there were at least a few security leaks around here. As she lay on the luxurious bedding, Alema Rar squeezed the invader that was trapped in her with her pussy. Soon, she thought with a tiny smile. Soon.



Jedi Adventures Alema Rar Ch. 06



Author's notes: This is the third story I have written about the Jedi. Although this is chapter six of a stand alone story, please read Star Wars Jedi Tahiri in Bondage and Star Wars Jedi Tahiri & Alema Rar. Also, if you like this story, please leave me feedback, public or through email. 

Jedi Adventures: Pirate Attack

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ CHAPTER SIX ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

There were sixteen slaves in the room, and Alema Rar didn't think there were any still out: four Twi'leks, eleven humans, and one Bothan. The Bothan shared a bed with two of the human girls, while the nine remaining humans slept five and four. Alema Rar wondered how regular these sleeping arrangements would be.

After the first few of her fellow slaves got up, Alema Rar followed suit. The refresher was large enough for four comfortably, and adequate for the five that they squeezed in. While they were using it, the Jedi noted the three obvious holocams, and two more not so obvious. 

When Alema Rar came out, breakfast was awaiting them. It was much better than she had expected, better even that what they usually served at the Jedi Academy. During breakfast she did manage to find out that her bedmate, Number Thirteen, had been on board the longest, nine days. There was also another area where Schliebak kept his permanent slavegirls. Before she could find out much more, everyone started changing into tight, stretchy tops and shorts for the morning workout.

Sixteen shackled and hooded slavegirls were led to a gym. The slavers made little effort to disguise the route. Can't escape from slavery in the gym, now, can we, Alema Rar thought. Still, it meant she had seen virtually nothing on the ship that her owners didn't want her too.

Once the slaves were released from their binders and hoods, a middle aged, hard faced human woman led them in stretching. This was followed by a short warm up, and then an intense session of aerobics. Alema Rar had little trouble keeping up with the workout, but the heavy collar she was wearing did hamper her a bit.

The instructor was in fantastic shape for a woman her age. For any human. The slaves just did the aerobics, but she did them just as hard while yelling at the group. Alema Rar sensed five guards in the back, enjoying the slaves in their tight outfits bending and flexing. Once the cool down and stretches were complete, Alema Rar expected the guards to recuff them and take them back to the slaves' quarters. Instead the guards led them, without restraints, into a large adjacent gang shower. 

Under the guards' watchful, and lusty, stare, the sixteen nubile slavegirls stripped down to nothing but their collars, chastity belts, and for the Twi'leks, their headdresses. Next, fifteen naked, sweaty, and smooth bodies, and one hairy one, crowded into the shower room. Alema Rar cleaned under her chastity belt, collar and horrible headdress as best she could. 

When the Twi'lek finished cleaning herself and came out of the shower, she found out that the guards had taken away all their clothes, not that they had being wearing much to begin with. An Ishi Tib guard approached her with a pair of binders. Alema Rar meekly allowed him to place them on her wrists, behind her back. 

Only the slaves that had come in the day before with her seemed surprised by the lack of clothing. One of the human slaves, a blonde with the number Twenty-Six on her collar, complained that the Bothan always took the longest, and made the rest of them wait in cuffs for her. Most of the other slaves ignored her, and didn't seem particularly bothered by the wait. Finally the Bothan emerged, apologizing to slaves and guards alike. After securing all the slaves, and hooding them, the guards led the coffle out of the gym.

The guards used the same route back to the quarters as they had to the gym. Alema Rar felt a bit aroused at being shackled, hooded, and naked. Then she got a subtle cue from the Force. One of the human guards had stopped and was waiting for her to pass by him. The Jedi pushed the other guards and slaves into the background and concentrated on the one human. She didn't feel any malevolence from him, but he did feel familiar to her as she approached him. 

Darb. Sine the Jedi was supposed to be a blind, helpless slave, Alema Rar didn't try to shy away as he reached out and pinched her on the nipple; hard.

Alema Rar screamed out under the hood, and tried to pull away while keeping up with the rest of the coffle. Darb held on, and twisted her poor nipple as he pulled her back into line. Almost without conscious thought, Alema Rar flexed her right leg, planning to deliver a devastating kick to his kneecap. Just as quickly, she remembered her role, and sat it back down, forcing herself to keep walking, and begging him to stop.

Laughing contemptuously, Darb walked alongside her and pulled her poor nipple down harder, pulling her along with it. In her effort to ease some of the pain, Alema Rar leaned down and forwards so much that she jerked the collar of the human slave behind her; nearly making the whole coffle fall. 

Only then did Darb release her nipple, giving her a hard slap on the ass as he did. While the blood was rushing back into her nipple, Alema Rar sensed Darb slap two more of her fellow slaves on their butts. 

Ever since the first electric shock from the heavy durasteel collar around her neck, Alema Rar had tried to track which of the slavers had a remote, every time they came around. It was great training anyway, for when she might need to neutralize them. 

When the Ishi Tib guard handed his remote to Darb, Alema Rar prepared herself, and reached out with Force to learn the remote's operation. The rest of the slavegirls kept walking, blissfully unaware. The Jedi sensed Darb pick a collar number, a human's by the feel of it. Then he ran a finger over a dial, turning it down, and his thumb hit the activation button.

The poor human girl stumbled and gasped in shock and tried to reach up with her shackled hands to grab the collar around her neck.

"Oops, wrong one," Darb commented, laughing. 

Alema Rar sensed him pick another collar number and hit the remote again.

Another human, this one right behind Alema Rar, cursed and stumbled forward, bumping her hard in the back. Alema Rar heard Darb's laughter as the slavegirls struggled to maintain their footing as they pulled each other along by the collars.

"Faster, my little pussies!" Darb shouted at them, still laughing.

The Jedi sensed him adjusting the remote again, and then a small shock hit all the slave's collars. The group gasped, more in shock than from pain, and tried to move faster. Unfortunately for the slaves, running while blindfolded and shackled together is very difficult. They did manage to stay on their feet, thanks to Alema Rar and a few of the more sure-footed slavegirls. When the group was mostly sorted out, Darb shocked them again. 

By now the slaves had realized that the shocks were mild, only meant to scare them. They stayed on their feet, and didn't pull one another down. Alema Rar stayed focused on Darb, and sensed him pass the remote back to the Ishi Tib. Then Darb leaned in close to him, whispered something to him, and walked off, still laughing.

Slaves galaxy-wide quickly learned that they awaited their masters, for however long their master desired. Schliebak's slavegirls had quickly learned that they stayed facing whichever direction they happened to be in, and looked at the floor while the guards were removing their hoods and restraints.

This time they were taken straight into their quarters and stopped. Then the slavers removed the hoods and the chain connecting their collars together, working from the front to the back of the coffle. Being a Jedi, Alema Rar sensed that something was amiss early on. She felt the slavers step out into the corridor as they finished with the hoods and chains, but they had left the binders on the girls' wrists. Alema Rar knew something different, and probably unpleasant, was about to happen. The last guard stepped out, and Alema Rar felt a sense of satisfaction, and amusement from them as the door closed. 

Some of the other slaves seemed to have their own sense about the presence of slavers. As soon as they heard the 'whoosh' of the door closing, they started complaining about being left cuffed like they were. Alema Rar thought about trying to break the binders with the Force, but decided not to, because either she wouldn't, and could break her wrist or pull a muscle trying; or she would break the binders, and that would lead to some intense scrutiny of her by the slavers.

Instead of trying to break the binders, Alema Rar attempted to slip her hands out of the cuffs. Even with the Force as her ally, it was impossible. Several of the other girls saw her, and tried to slip their own cuffs. Alema Rar felt triumph from one of the human girls as she held her hands up in front of her, the binders hanging off one wrist.

One of the unsuccessful slaves got the idea to get some of the lotion from the refresher to make it easier to slip out of the binders. The free slave, Number Fifteen, retrieved it started applying the lotion to the wrists of the others. A few of the slavegirls were a little apprehensive about trying to free themselves. 

Alema Rar was mostly concerned with getting some good, restrained sleep, although she didn't quite want to blurt it out. When Fifteen got to her with the lotion, she followed the frightened slaves' lead and told the girl that she didn't want to get into trouble by getting out of the binders. Instead, Alema Rar went to the Twi'leks' bed, and quickly went to sleep, cuffed securely.

After barely a wink, Alema Rar was awakened by five guards, including Darb, coming into the room. Her fellow slaves' fear was nearly palpable. The guards inspected each of the girls' binders. The nine that had managed to slip out of the cuffs were re-cuffed. Alema Rar felt several of them wince as the guards squeezed the binders much tighter than they had before. The guards also tightened the binders of the Bothan and one other human that had been unsuccessful in slipping out.

Before her short but fantastic nap, Alema Rar hadn't really paid much attention to which slaves were trying to get out of their binders. As the guards were roughly replacing them, she realized that it was mostly the human girls that had wiggled free. Only Alema Rar, along with one human, Twenty-Four, and two of the other Twi'leks, Eighteen and Thirteen, hadn't attempted to free themselves. The other ten humans, along with the one remaining Twi'lek and the Bothan, had hoods placed back over their heads, chained back together, and lead out of the room.

While her fellow shackled slaves discussed what would happen to their disobedient counterparts, Alema Rar crawled back into the bed and tried to get some sleep. She had barely dozed off before another group of guards came in and roused her back up. This time they chained and hooded up Alema Rar, as well as the other three slaves and led them out of the room.

Just like the trip to the gym, the guards made little effort to disguise the route they were taking. At first Alema Rar felt like they were returning to the gym, but she thought they went a couple of dozen meters past it before entering another chamber. When the guards removed her hood, Alema Rar saw that she was right.

The four slaves were in what appeared to be a medium sized dance studio, complete with a couple of comfortable looking Pouf Couches against the walls, with small tables in front of them. There were about a dozen shiny metallic poles scattered around the room at regular intervals. Along one wall were several large racks of clothing. Costumes for stripping out of, Alema Rar guessed. 

A blue-skinned Twi'lek woman, about twelve years older than Alema Rar, was standing on a low stage on the far side of the room. Two more human guards, plus Darb, were relaxing on the couches.

Once the guards unlocked the chains connecting their collars, and freed their cuffed hands, the older Twi'lek instructed the slavegirls to each get a pair of high heeled shoes in their size from a rack on a wall. The instructor lightly tapped a thin crop against her thigh as the slaves went to retrieve their footwear. Alema Rar noticed the guards that had brought them in retreat to a separate observation booth in a corner as she found her size of shoes. 

All the shoes were identical, perfectly clear wedge heels that rose to about fifteen centimeters in the back, and had about a three centimeter platform. The top of the shoes came to just below the girls' ankles. Perfect for dancing, Alema Rar thought as she sealed the shoes onto her feet. She felt satisfaction from the other slaves as they pulled their own shoes on. 

The Jedi took a few practice steps, strutting in the new shoes. She was amazed at the comfort of them. She had expected cheap shoes that looked good but would be murder on the poor slaves' feet. These felt like she could dance in them forever. Maybe I'll get me a pair before I leave, Alema Rar thought.

Next, the dance instructor had the slaves each pick up a pair of thin black gloves, without fingertips. She explained that the gloves were made of a substance that would let them keep a firm grip on the poles, even if they were coated with oil or grease, or pussy juice. So I can grip round metal objects coated in pussy juice? These will be VERY useful, Alema Rar thought with a smile, as she pulled the tight fitting gloves on, the last centimeter of each blue finger sticking out of the end. 

Just before they began, the instructor went to each of the Twi'leks and unlocked the horrible sleeves that their lekku had been trapped in. It felt wonderful as the synthetic nerfhide was slid away. Alema Rar felt like she would happily dance for whoever her owners wanted, as long as she didn't have to wear the kriffing sleeves. Thirteen and Eighteen were both as thrilled as she was to be free from them.

The slavegirls spent the next couple of hours practicing dancing. Each of the slaves had to perform a lap dance for one of the guards while they relaxed on the couches. Alema Rar was glad she didn't have to dance for Darb, especially when she heard several painful squeaks from the Twi'lek, Thirteen, that was chosen for that task. She did feel him glancing her way often, though. 

The four slavegirls also spent plenty of time on the poles, and tables, changing costumes as they stripped out of them. Each of them, including Alema Rar, felt the sting of the crop more than once as the instructor observed them stripping and dancing for the pleasure of the guards. Alema Rar felt somewhat surprised the first time, because she knew from experience that she was very good at this sort of thing.

After what seemed like hours, the instructor ordered the nearly exhausted dancers to pair up, and perform a dance for the guards. Alema Rar quickly headed away from Darb, and picked up a fellow Twi'lek, Eighteen, along the way. The Jedi felt annoyance from Thirteen and the human, Twenty-Four, who were forced to danced for Darb. The Jedi could feel Darb keeping an eye on her as the human and Twi'lek began dancing for him.

Alema Rar could tell immediately that her partner was as talented as she was. The two spent the next twenty minutes dancing seductively for the two human guards. They spent nearly as much time making-out with each other as anything else, gently caressing their lekku together. Alema Rar could tell that the green-skinned Twi'lek was as turned as she was from the sensual stroking and kisses they shared. Soon they were spending more energy on each other's pleasure than the guards'. 

The crraacckk of the instructor's crop on the back of Alema Rar's thigh brought her, as well as her partner, back to task. The two made up for their dalliance by dancing their way to the guards, and ending up straddling each of the guards and giving them a slow, open-mouthed kiss. As she pressed the front of her chastity belt against him, Alema Rar could feel the hard shaft trapped inside her, reminding her of her frustration.

Finally the instructor called an end to the session and ordered the girls to strip out of what was left of their costumes. The guards groaned and headed towards the door, Darb giving once last glance at Alema Rar as he left. Next, the guards that were observing from the separate booth put the binders back on their wrists, and much to the displeasure of the Twi'leks, the synth-hide sleeves back on their lekku. After they put the hoods back on the slavegirls' heads, they led them back to the slave quarters.

Once the guards removed the slaves' bonds and left, the four exhausted slavegirls went into the 'fresher to clean up. They briefly wondered where their fellow slaves where, and what was happening to them. None of them thought it was anything good. When they went back out into the main room, they found a message telling them to be dressed and ready to dance in an hour. 

The four slavegirls each picked out one of the skimpy, diaphanous outfits that were in the closet, along with some of the super high heeled shoes that were there. Long used to heels like the ones that were provided, Alema Rar chose a pair of silver metal platform sandals that had heels at least fifteen centimeters high in the back. 

About an hour and a half later, the four slavegirls were taken to another part of the ship, on a twisting, round-about route, and spent the evening entertaining and dancing for a large group of slavers. To the Twi'leks' delight, the synth-hide sleeves were removed once again. There were eleven other slavegirls present, who all seemed to be domestic servants. Alema Rar recognized several of them from Darb's ship. She felt bad for the two Twi'leks that were serving food and drinks, since they were still wearing their lekku sleeves. The claustrophobic human, Fifty-Two, was also a server. 

Strangely, neither Schliebak nor Darb was in attendance. A couple of hours into the party, Darb appeared. Alema Rar could sense the air of menace that entered the room with him. She watched him scan the room, and felt his eyes stop on her. Less than a minute later, Alema Rar had her hands shackled behind her back, and found herself in a small adjacent room, alone with the slave runner. 

The Twi'lek could tell that this room was for the slavers to have one or two slavegirls entertain them privately. The furnishings were a simple bed, with attachment points at all four corners, a comfortable-looking easy chair against one wall, a small round dinning table with a couple more chairs, and a compact food conservator in a corner. The Jedi felt that many creatures had come to great pleasure, and a few to great pain, while in this room. 

As he slowly circled her, Alema fought to contain the urge to strike. As much as she desired to make sure Darb never hurt anyone again, there was still the Hutt to kill, and she didn't even know where he was. Finally, Alema Rar came to grips with her current predicament. She was still a helpless Twi'lek slavegirl.

On the plus side, with the chastity belt in place she didn't have to worry having sex with him. Although sex with just about anyone would be pretty good right about now. With her hands still cuffed behind her back, Alema Rar merely flinched as he reached out towards her nipple. The red silk did nothing to protect it from his cruel pinch. 

This time there was no moving coffle to take her out of his reach. Alema Rar winced, then begged him to stop. The urge to slam him against the wall with the Force was nearly overwhelming, especially when he pulled her close with the nipple for a kiss. Playing the part, she resisted a little, then eagerly returned the kiss. 




Jedi Adventures Alema Rar Ch. 06



Instead of easing up on her poor nipple, Darb reached up and pinched the other one. Using both, he pulled her down to her knees in front of him. Alema Rar knew what was next. He released her crushed nipples and started unfastening his pants.

Just like the man, Darb had a fat cock. A little longer than most, but definitely fat. Knowing her duty, the Twi'lek leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the stiffening dick. Alema Rar expected him to sit back on the easy chair and let her give him a leisurely blowjob, which she was more than willing to do, in spite of her dislike of him. Instead he grabbed the top of each of her lekku and held her head still while he harshly fucked her face.

It wasn't like she had never been face fucked before. It was the pointlessly cruel way he did it. His emotions were easy to feel. There wasn't the slightest bit of interest in her pleasure. He squeezed her lekku, and seemed to be getting more excited the more pain she was in, thrusting harder and faster.

At least ten painful minutes had passed since the human had started fucking Alema Rar in the mouth. Once again she had to resist the urge to retaliate. Like by biting. Finally she felt his cock tense. As he shot his bitter load down her throat, Darb pulled hard on both of her lekku, holding her face tight against his hairy stomach.

The combination of her nose pressed into his stomach and him pulling on her sensitive lekku nearly caused Alema Rar to pass out. Only with the help of the Force did she stay conscious. 

When Darb finished his orgasm he roughly shoved the kneeling and shackled Twi'lek away. Alema Rar landed on her back, her cuffed hands smashed between the floor and her chastity belt. She was still trying to get Darb's enormous load of foul tasting cum out of her mouth. Swallowing seemed to be the quickest way, although plenty ran out the sides of her lips and down her chin.

As she regained her breath, Alema Rar wondered how a human could produced such a horrible tasting substance. She had tasted the sexual fluids of more beings than she could count, of several sexes and dozens of species. Only Sullustans and Wookiees had anything this gross. Lying on the floor, trying to get the bitter taste out of her mouth, Alema Rar was caught completely by surprise when Darb hit the remote and shocked her. 

Alema Rar clenched her teeth in pain as the shock hit her. He held the button several seconds, while she writhed on the floor. Finally, he let go.

"Get up, you frakking cunt!" he screamed at the helpless Twi'lek.

Getting up off the floor with your hands cuffed behind your back and wearing high stiletto heels is quite a challenge for most Twi'leks, not to mention humans. Alema Rar, however, had had plenty of practice at this. Unfortunately, she was still recovering from the collar's shock.

"Now! You lazy slave!" he yelled again, as she had barely begun to get off the floor.

Still disorientated from the shock, Alema Rar struggled to get her feet under her as Darb leaned over, grabbed the D-ring on her collar, and yanked her to her feet. 

The Twi'lek was still in no position to fight back. With his fingers still holding the D-ring, she felt something familiar press against her parted lips. She opened her mouth, and felt cool, hard synth-rubber being thrust in. Where'd that come from? Alema Rar wondered as she felt the thick strap tightened behind her head. Just as she noticed the other straps hanging from the gag, Darb pulled another strap up over her head, pulled it between her lekku, and locked it to the first strap. Then he tightened the last strap underneath her chin.

While the gag was being strapped into her mouth, Alema Rar was remembering the initial shock from the collar with the Force. The charge had started from the left side of the collar, directly underneath the big black number two. Since the last time she had been shocked, Alema Rar had been wondering if she could disable the collar with the Force. Now that she knew where the control circuit for the collar was, she didn't have to worry about how many slavers had remotes.

Meanwhile, Darb had finished locking her new harness-gag around her head. The hard synth-rubber cock now strapped into Alema Rar's mouth was several centimeters longer than Darb's fat cock. Experienced with wearing gags, Alema Rar quickly caught her breath and settled down.

With his hand still under her collar, Alema Rar followed as he pulled her to the door leading back out into the main dance hall.

"The gag stays in until I remove it, slave. Understand?" Darb asked her as she stepped through the doorway.

"Frakk you," Alema replied, as she nodded her head in agreement. The gag rendered her speech incomprehensible, and she dropped her gaze submissively to the floor. She sensed a flash of satisfaction from him as he pushed her away, leaving her hands shackled behind her back. The Twi'lek stumbled a few steps before she regained her balance. By the time she had, Darb was tracking another slavegirl, a human. 

Poor Fifty-Two was Darb's new target. She was facing away from him, serving drinks to a couple of lounging slavers and slaves. Alema Rar watched him walk up behind her like a predator stalking its prey. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed her by the back of her hair, making her drop the last drink onto a blonde human slave. 

Without a word, Darb turned and started dragging her back to the room that he and Alema Rar had just been in. The bound and gagged Jedi wanted to help Fifty-Two. Another thing that she needed to do was to get shocked again, so she could pay more attention to the control circuits inside the collar. Alema Rar was about to step in front of Darb, hopefully to make him shock her, when she felt a strong hand on her upper arm.

Alema Rar turned her head to see a young human slaver behind her, and felt him gently pulling her out of the way. Next she felt him release the binders that were on her wrists. 

"Want me to take off that gag?" he asked her once her hands were free.

Of course I do. What kind of stupid question is that? She shook her head no, remembering Darb's orders like a good slave.

"Ah, so you're a bondage freak then?" he replied with a big grin.

Well yes, but that's not the point, she thought with mild annoyance.

"That's great. I am too," he said like they were having a normal conversation in a cantina somewhere. "But I enjoy bondage a little differently. I like to do the cuffing." 

Alema Rar was amazed to see him actually blush, BLUSH, when he said this. Like he was some shy human flirting with a girl that he had a crush on. 

She felt the fear of the claustrophobic slave, Fifty-Two, as Darb abused her in the room. 

The young slaver paused a moment as he finally looked closely at the gag. "Oh, I guess I couldn't have taken it off anyway," he chuckled. "Anyway, I guess that's why I joined up with Darb's crew. Plenty of opportunities to slap the binders on beautiful slavegirls such as yourself."

Now Alema Rar felt herself blush at the compliment, in spite of the current situation. She didn't think he noticed. It was a lot harder to spot a Twi'lek blushing than it was to spot a human. Still, he seemed like a nice enough guy. Maybe if he lived through this she would take him to one of the bondage clubbs that she frequented.

This was the problem with going on these sorts of missions. It was easy to see the evil from afar, study it, and plan its destruction. But when you got in close, you found out that the big evil guy always has a lot of not-so-evil people working for him. Who sorta become collateral damage. The Jedi felt a spike of anguish as Darb did something particularly painful to Fifty-Two. Alema Rar tried to ignore the smaller room, since she couldn't do anything about it right now.

"I'm saving up to buy my own slave. We get to play with them before Darb and Schliebak sell them, but they always have one of those kriffing chastity belts on," he said, shaking his head slowly at the unfairness of the situation.

I'm the one wearing the vaping thing, you nerfherder, Alema Rar thought, as she made sympathetic noises to him. Still, it was no surprise that even a relatively new slaver would be concerned with his own problems to the exclusion of the slaves that he was trafficking.

"When you get that gag unlocked, come see me. I'll let you give me a blowjob, babe," he told her, as if that were her whole point in life.

Smiling through the gag, she nodded her head in agreement, and ran her hands down his muscular chest to his crotch. It never hurt to enamor oneself with a slaver, and there was always the chance that it could lead to major mistakes later on.

"As matter of fact, I have something for you to do now," he said as he turned her away from him and put the binders back on her wrists. Next he led her to an empty spot on a couch, where he sat down, and patted the seat next to him. Alema Rar settled down, her cuffed hands easily sinking into the thick padding. Her 'date' called for a drink, and turned to ask what she wanted before remembering that she was gagged. The Jedi sat quietly bound and gagged while the young slaver talked about himself between eating and drinking.

Perhaps being gagged was just what Alema Rar needed. She calmed herself, and gently prodded him with the Force to talk about things that she needed to know. Like how many guards Schliebak usually had around him, and how often he watched new slavegirls dance for him.

Alema Rar wasn't able to pay as much attention as she should have to Nyk. She kept getting distracted by the terror coming from Fifty-Two. Still, she managed to catch the talkative slaver telling her that Schliebak usually watched the holocams for dancers, then gave them a personal try out.

The door to the side room opened and the Twi'lek looked over in time to see Fifty-Two being shoved out by a laughing Darb. The bastard had put a tight-fitting nerfhide hood over her head. Alema Rar didn't see any eye holes; she must be completely blinded. The Frakker must have figured out that she was claustrophobic, a seething Alema Rar thought. 

It took Darb all of thirty seconds to pull another slavegirl, a human again, into his little playroom. Most of the slavers still in the main room didn't seem to inclined to try to take the hood off the panicking Fifty-Two's head. Then Alema Rar spotted the small lock on the back of Fifty-Two's hood, just like the ones on her own harness-gag. Finally a couple of the slavers stepped in, before she started to hyperventilate. The younger of the two muttered a curse as he knocked on the door of Darb's room to get the key.

The wave of gratitude from Fifty-Two was enough to make Alema Rar thankful, for something or another anyway. Quickly taking advantage of the situation, the older of the two slavers led the grateful server off into another side room. Some of the other slavers came over and convinced Nyk to unlock Alema Rar's binders so she could dance for them. 

Eventually the slavers started drifting out. Darb was one of the first, but only after he terrorized a total of eight slavegirls in his little hole. Most of them he physically pushed out with some sort of restraints, besides the collars and chastity belts that the slavegirls were all wearing anyway. Alema Rar barely noticed his departure, other than it was easier to concentrate on dancing for the slavers without the undercurrents of fear and pain. 

Finally, a group of still sober slavers came in and separated the dancers from the servers. Alema Rar hoped that one of the slavers would unlock the kriffing cock-gag that was strapped into her mouth, but wasn't really expecting it. They did lock the nerfhide sleeves back onto all the Twi'leks' lekku, though. While the servers started cleaning up the mess that was left, the four exhausted slavegirls were coffled together, and led back to their quarters, with Alema Rar still securely gagged.

The eleven slavegirls that had tried to slip out of their binders were in the room when Alema Rar and her companions arrived. The Jedi felt out with the Force, and sensed that they were not seriously traumatized by whatever punishment they had received for disobedience. Once the four dancers were released from their bonds, they quietly went into the refresher to get ready for bed. The other three slaves were too exhausted to talk, as was Alema Rar, not that she had a choice with the gag. Since she didn't have to spend the time to clean her teeth, she was the first one out of the refresher.

As she approached the bed Alema Rar realized that there were already two Twi'leks in it. Since there were still two in the 'fresher, that meant that they had picked up some new roommates. Alema Rar reached out with the Force and detected two new humans, plus the new Twi'lek. There were also four of the other slaves, all humans, missing. Oh yeah, there were twelve of 'em, Alema Rar thought. How'd I miss that? Shrugging her shoulders, Alema Rar climbed into bed.

Minutes later, the other two Twi'leks came out of the 'fresher and crawled into bed as well, waking up their new bedmate. They all had to shift around a bit to make room for the extra body. And a sexy body at that, Alema Rar thought as she brushed a hand down the new girls flank, clandestinely checking to see if she was wearing on of those evil chastity belts. To the Jedi's disappointment, her fingers found hard durasteel.

Bethany Handcuff



Jedi Adventures Alema Rar Ch. 07



Author's notes: This is the third story I have written about the Jedi. Although this is chapter seven of a stand alone story, please read Star Wars Jedi Tahiri in Bondage and Star Wars Jedi Tahiri & Alema Rar . Also, if you like this story, please leave me feedback, public or through email.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ CHAPTER SEVEN ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Later that morning, another group of slavers came in and got the eleven slaves that had been in the room before Alema Rar and her companions came in. It was the first time she had gotten to watch them assemble a coffle, without being in it, that is. It was an efficient, well practiced, operation. Less than five minutes after they started, the five slavers had the eleven slavegirls cuffed, hooded, leashed together, and on the way out the door. Alema Rar bit down hard on her cock gag while she admired the sexy bodies of the slavegirls, and one of the slavers, as they exited the room.

Her remaining roommates had all quickly dozed back off when they realized that they were getting to sleep in. Alema Rar laid on the bed, idly rubbing a couple of fingers in circles on the front of her durasteel chastity belt. By the Force, I'm horny! Alema Rar thought as she squeezed the hard intruder in her pussy. When she started this mission, she thought that she could last up to a few weeks without sex. But it had only been four days―well, nearly five―and she was already ready to scrap the whole mission for a good borking.

After a while of lying on the bed in frustration, Alema Rar got up and headed to the 'fresher. It was the first time since Coruscant that that she had used the 'fresher alone. Come to think of it, she hadn't been alone the last time on Coruscant, either. Alema Rar spent a long time in front of the mirror, getting a better look at the harness-gag and lekku sleeves while pretending to primp. Both seemed inescapable without the keys, or a strong dose of the Force.

Alema Rar heard a the main door to the room opening and stepped out to find that the other eleven slavegirls had returned, from the morning workout by the look of their naked bodies. The coffle's entrance woke up the other three slaves as well. Alema Rar sat on the bed as the guards removed their hoods and binders, and unchained them from each other. Once the guards finished disassembling the coffle, the one with the sexy butt came over and unlocked Alema Rar's harness-gag.

I bet he's a fantastic fuck, Alema Rar thought, eying his muscular physique and waiting patiently while he unbuckled the harness, and pulled the gag out with an audible 'plop.' She tried to thank him with her sexist voice, but the aftereffects of the gag made it sound like a Rodian on the 'fresher. To her disappointment, Mister Sexy Butt ignored her, and left, along with the other three guards that had accompanied him.

All eleven of the returning slavegirls rushed into the refresher, for a more thorough cleaning than the gang shower in the gym. As they came out, most of them crawled back to one of the beds. A group of five slaves, including Alema Rar, spent some time chatting, and cleaning up around the room. Forty-Two, a blonde human woman, had been in the room for six days, which was longer than anyone else. A little more than two hours later, another group of guards, six strong, came into the room. Alema Rar was disappointed that Mister Sexy Butt wasn't among them.

The same as the day before, the slavegirls were taken to the dance studio. This time the Twi'lek instructor was joined by a human woman. The two more or less split the group of fifteen slaves in half. Alema Rar ended up in the human's group. There were a total of six slavers relaxing on the couches watching them today. Just as before, the slavegirls spent plenty of time dancing for them. After a couple of hours the fifteen slaves were taken back to their room. Alema Rar felt exhausted from the dancing, but still a little turned-on from so many hot, sweaty bodies around her.

A little over an hour later, all fifteen of the slavegirls were taken back to the party hall. There were at least twice as many slavers now than the night before. Alema Rar guessed that they must have stayed away last night because they knew that most of the slaves were being punished then. That meant that what was going on with the slaves was common knowledge on board the ship. The Jedi filed that information away, not sure if it would be useful later on.

"Alei'na!" Darb shouted across the room. "Just the little Twi'lek I wanted to see. Get your sexy blue butt over here."

After a moment, she remembered that Alei'na was the name she had been sold under. Sithspit, she thought as she walked over to him, a submissive smile on her face.

"Yes Master?" she asked demurely.

"My buddies and I are going to play a game of sabacc. However, since we have all of you pretty little playthings around, we decided to spice things up a bit."

"Yes Master." Alema Rar was sure that nothing pleasant would come out of this. She calmed herself and felt out with the Force. There was a malevolence emanating from Darb, but nothing more than normal for him. Trusting in the Force that she would survive whatever plans he had for her, Alema Rar allowed them to ready her for their game of sabacc. 

Minutes later, she found herself chained spread-eagle in mid air, hanging from her wrists. The cables that were attached to her new wristcuffs both ran through pulleys on the ceiling to a winch mounted near the wall. Her feet were suspended about thirty centimeters off the floor and a little over a meter apart, with the cables attached to her matching anklecuffs running through pulleys on the deck to another winch, that was on the floor below the ceiling-mounted one. 

Then, to her horror, the slavers pulled a cable from another winch, mounted on the wall between the other two, and attached it to the back of her collar. Even light-duty winches would have more than enough power to pull her arms and legs off. For the first time, the Jedi had second thoughts about the mission.

While they were suspending her, Darb explained to her that since this was just a friendly game of sabacc, the cables attached to her cuffs would stay like they were as long as none of the five players gained a substantial lead on his opponents. However, if someone started getting lucky, or very unlucky, then the droid dealer would tighten the winches, centimeter by centimeter.

The five players had Alema Rar facing the sabacc table. Several other slavers and slaves gathered around to watch as well. Alema Rar only knew two of they players, Darb and Nyk. Since Darb had set this whole thing up, he seemed calm and menacing, which was the norm for him. Nyk on the other hand, was obviously distracted by the sight of a nearly naked Twi'lek bound spread eagle only a couple of meters from the table. 

Darb was playing to win, smiling up at the restrained Twi'lek every time the cards fell his way. Not only was Nyk distracted by her taunt body, he was a lousy player. It only took a few hands before Alema Rar felt the cables, all five of them, tighten a little. It was uncomfortable, but she had been chained like this before, and hung for a couple of hours before being released. 

Half-a-dozen hands and several centimeters later, Alema Rar knew that she would have to intervene in the sabacc game. She was already using the Force to control the pain of her stretched-out limbs, and the collar cutting off her air. A Jedi could always use a little more of the Force, if they opened themselves up enough to it. She closed her eyes and reached out with the Force, letting it guide her. A nudge was all it took, and Nyk threw out the four of Coins and picked up the Balance card, resulting in a winning hand. 

In spite of Nyk winning, the cables did not loosen. Cursing silently, Alema Rar knew that she was in for a long night. 

Through heavy use of the Force, Alema Rar managed to keep her limbs attached, herself breathing, and Nyk at least moderately close to the other slavers. Still, after fourteen―or was it fifteen?―hands, the winches had pulled Alema Rar's cuffs apart another five centimeters apart.

It was getting very difficult to help Nyk while managing her pain and breathing. Alema Rar had serious doubts that she could manage much longer, even assuming Nyk didn't fall farther behind, or Darb got no farther ahead. Suddenly, the mood in the whole room changed.

The collar being pulled back kept the suspended Jedi staring at the ceiling, so she had missed the doors opening. It was impossible not to sense a Hutt entering the room though. She strained to pull her head upright to see him. A Hutt is always easy to spot, especially when he is atop a repulsor sled pulled by eight bound slavegirls, and accompanied by a handful of tough-looking guards in bright red shirts.

Alema Rar was in no position to deal with Schliebak at the moment. However, the slaves dragging his repulsor sled were quite a sight. Four human females, and four Twi'lek females, all chained securely to the massive sled. Two Twi'leks were side-by-side in front, followed by two humans, the other two Twi'leks, and then the last two humans.

The two Twi'leks in front, the only ones she could see well, both had their arms restrained behind their backs. Harness gags were strapped onto their heads, with black synthrubber bits, just like you would put on a bantha, in their mouths. Reins ran from the bit gags to the sled, and were tied off just in front of Schliebak's undersized hands. Nerfhide blinders were on each side of their eyes, giving them tunnel vision. Another harness was strapped around their bodies, starting at their pussies and ending with nerfhide collars that were at least ten centimeters tall. The heavy chains that were pulling the sled were locked directly to the thick waist belt of the harnesses.

Only Darb did not seem impressed by the Hutt's entrance. He glanced over, then got his opponents' attention, and went back to the sabacc game.

Alema Rar felt the Hutt's eyes on her. She was too busy trying to breathe to bother paying much attention to him. That is until she heard his booming voice.

"Darb, my friend. Haven't we talked about this?" Schliebak said in a warning voice, as he got a good look at the Twi'lek hanging from ceiling.

Darb muttered something under his breath before replying. "Look Schliebak, I've told you before. I'm just having a little fun. If I break any of the delicate little slaves, I'll pay for 'em."

The slaves dragging the sled were now about seven meters from the sabacc table, and still moving towards it. The red-shirted guards seemed a little distracted by the dancing slavegirls scattered about. 

"Oh, I know that you will, Darb. That's not the point though. I don't want your money. I want slaves by the cargo-hold full!" He paused a moment, with the entire room staring back at him. Out of the corner of her eye, Alema Rar saw Darb switch sabacc cards while no one was looking. 

Schliebak continued, "It's bad for business to damage a slave before assessing her proper worth. Besides, I wanted to give that one a try out to be one of my personal slavegirls." 

Darb switched another card while the Hutt was talking, again without anyone noticing.

Alema Rar was mildly surprised to be getting a chance to try out so fast. She had expected to be on board at least a week. The only problem was, after nearly an hour hanging from the ceiling like this, she didn't think that her performance would be very impressive tonight.

"Sithspit. Sorry about that buddy. Next time let me know which ones you don't want me to mess with, okay?"

Schliebak stopped his sled with the front two slaves less than a meter from the sabacc players. "I don't want you to mess with ANY of them," he said to Darb.

"Look, I haven't seriously hurt any of them in months. I'll get you some prime ones next time I'm out. I got a line on some young ones. We can hold them for years, ransoming them back or selling them after they are trained, alright?"

Schliebak let out a booming laugh. "You always know just want to say, my friend. Have your fun tonight, just make sure she is ready to dance for me by tomorrow." 

Alema Rar felt the whole room relax as the tension dissipated between the two slavers. Nyk was still nearly drooling at the heavily restrained Twi'leks chained to Schliebak's sled. The other four players turned back to the game, and were about to pick up where they left off, when Schliebak interrupted them again.

"I'll take a thousand credits on my number one slave catcher winning this hand!"

Of course you will, Alema Rar thought hanging in her bonds. You and I are the only ones that saw him cheating. Well, maybe a few of his bantha girls noticed too, she added. Then she wished that she could make a bet as well. Sure, cheating was completely against the Jedi Code, but these were just a bunch of slavers.

The sabacc players finished the round of betting, then took turns discarding cards that they didn't want and drawing replacements from the deck. Darb chose to stand pat, which was no surprise to the captive Jedi. While the final round of betting was going on, Alema Rar wondered what would happen to her if Darb won this hand. There were more credits on the table than the last several rounds combined, and if Darb won, it would put him far ahead of his competition.

One by one the other three slavers dropped out, until it was just Darb and Nyk. Alema Rar tried to reach out to see how they felt about their hands, but both of them kept their feelings as tightly controlled as their faces, revealing nothing.

Finally Nyk called, and laid down his cards. Negative Twenty-Two! A fantastic hand. Even with his cheating, Darb would have to have picked up exactly the right cards to beat Nyk. The painful cables would be loosened. She might even be released all together. After a dramatic pause, Darb threw his hand down in disgust. The cards landed face up. Alema Rar strained to get a look at them, just to be sure.

Nyk's dumbfounded shock was her first clue. Positive Twenty-Two? That kriffing scum has come up with a Positive Twenty-Two! Alema Rar braced herself for the inevitable pull of the five durasteel cables that were stretching her limbs.

The cuffs tightened another couple of centimeters, then suddenly, the winches released completely, dropping the Twi'lek to the floor. The Jedi had just enough time to partially break her fall with her heels before landing on her ass. Alema Rar heard all the slavers laughing, and looked up at Darb, who was smiling triumphantly. The Force guided her eyes under the table, where he had a remote concealed in his hand. 

He looked back down at her, and said, "What, you thought I was going to rip off your pretty little limbs just for fun?" 

Alema Rar's arms and legs were killing her. She could barely move them. Darb didn't seem to really want a response, so she remained silent. While he collected his winnings, a couple of slavers removed the cables from the exhausted Twi'lek's cuffs. Then they quickly dragged her to a small cage, and locked her in.

The cage was barely big enough for Alema Rar to sit down in. She had to press her back against the bars. Still, she was too tired to stand. They'll probably just want me to dance anyway, the Twi'lek though as she felt the cage being lifted off the floor. As she watched Schliebak guide his team of bantha girls out of the party hall, her cage was lifted to about a meter and a half from the deck, hung by four cables that were each attached to a corner of the cage. 

Alema Rar stuck her high-heeled feet out of the cage, and let them dangle over the side, resting for about fifteen or twenty minutes. Then she climbed to her feet and started cage dancing for her audience. 

Nearly an hour and a half later, she was ready to come down. More than ready. Alema Rar caught the attention of Nyk, who was watching her from a nearby couch.

"Master Nyk, can I come down for a minute please?" she asked, holding her legs together tightly. "I have to use the 'fresher reeaall bad." 

He looked back up at her, with an evil grin. "Well, what's in it for me?" he replied.

"Please Master, I reeaallyy need to go," she begged, adding a little Force pressure to push him into letting her out.

"Alright, I'll tell you what," Nyk said and reached into his pocket and pulled out a half-credit coin. "I'll flip this credit coin. If it comes up heads, I'll let you out to use them 'fresher, then you'll give me that blowjob that you owe me." A wicked grin crossed his face. "If it comes up tails, you'll just give me the blowjob." 

Frakk, Alema Rar thought as she pretended to debate the merits of each outcome.  He'd be funny, only if he wasn't. . . "OK, Master," she replied cheerfully. Holding her legs together and pressing hard on the durasteel chastity belt.  

Smiling, Darb flipped the credit coin high in the air with his thumb. 

This was no time for chance. Alema Rar reached out with the Force and turned the credit coin to land on heads. Still, she was genuinely delighted when Nyk opened the cage to let her jump down.

After promising to return as quickly as possible, Alema Rar hurried to the 'fresher. The Force was on her side. Several dozen women were in the party hall, but there wasn't a line. Minutes later, the Twi'lek was standing before Nyk once again.

While she was gone, Nyk had lowered the cage to the deck. After he had locked her wristcuffs together behind her back, he instructed her to get back in the cage. The Twi'lek complied without hesitation. Once she was locked inside, Nyk raised the cage a few decimeters off the floor. Alema Rar faced Nyk and stuck her feet back out of the cage, letting them rest on the deck. 

Nyk unfastened he pants and stuck his dick through the bars of the cage. It was definitely on the big side, a little over twenty centimeters long, and thick from top to bottom. 

Smiling up at him, Alema Rar slowly slid his rod down her throat, taking it all in. She looked up to see him grabbing the cage on each side, to hold it steady. The Twi'lek had given oral sex countless times, and close to half of them with her hands restrained in some way. Soon she had her rhythm, bobbing her head up and down while her mouth gripped his cock tightly.

Afterwards Nyk helped her to her feet, where she returned to dancing, with her hands still cuffed. Fortunately it wasn't long before Alema Rar and the other dancers were gathered up, and returned to their quarters.

There were three new roommates, two humans and a Twi'lek, when the fifteen slavegirls were released from the coffle. The Twi'lek was in one of the beds that the humans had claimed, and was politely asked to move. Alema Rar wondered about the segregated sleeping arrangements, since they all seemed to get along pretty well throughout the day.

Bethany Handcuff



Jedi Adventures Alema Rar Ch. 08



Author's notes: This is the third story I have written about the Jedi. Although this is chapter eight of a stand alone story, please read Star Wars Jedi Tahiri in Bondage and Star Wars Jedi Tahiri & Alema Rar. Also, if you like this story, please leave me feedback, public or privately through the CONTACT page on my profile.





Jedi Adventures Alema Rar Ch. 08



With her lightsaber held in front of her defensively, and her blaster aiming at him, Alema Rar slowly walked towards the last guard, crouching behind a poof couch. Her heels clicked ominously on the deck.

"Stand up," she told him, adding the power of the Force to the command.

The red-shirted guard slowly rose to his feet, a look of pure fear on his face. He pointed his blaster in her general direction, but Alema Rar sensed no warning that he was about to fire. In his other hand, for some unknown reason, he held the front half of her chastity belt.

"Drop it!" Alema Rar commanded him.

Shocked from fear, the guard dropped the piece of her chastity belt to the floor.

"The blaster, frakk it!" She yelled at him.

Alema Rar sensed a wave of relief from him as the blaster hit the deck. 

"Now come out here were I can see you," the Jedi instructed him as she lowered her own blaster.

Trembling, the guard stepped out from behind the couch. Alema Rar sniffed the air, then glanced down at the front of his pants. 

He had peed in them!

"What is this, your first lightfight?" The Jedi asked him.

"N-No," he stammered, trying to cover the dark stain on his crotch.

"Never mind," she said, wanting get on with her mission. "Now, tell me where the bridge is," she commanded him, adding pressure with the Force.

"De-Deck One, sec-section One," he stuttered.

Cursing silently, Alema Rar realized that she need to ask the question a different way.

"What's the fastest way to get there?" She asked, moving the blue tip of her lightsaber to about twenty centimeters from his face.

The shaking guard stammered his way through telling Alema Rar how to get to the bridge. She had to make him repeat himself several times, between his stuttering and her making sure Darb didn't wake up before his time. Finally she understood. 

Just as she put the guard into a Force-sleep, Darb started to wake up.

Conscious that a massive amount of re-enforcements were on the way, Alema Rar scanned the room for any remaining holocams. Finding none, she turned her attention back to the groggy slaver. 

The durasteel heel of her sandals were perfect for stomping on his ankle as he tried to crawl to his feet. However, she was disappointed that he didn't scream as loud as some of the girls he had tortured in that room the other night, though.

Even if it meant she had to fight her way through a thousand slavers, she would make him pay.

Darb had spotted his blaster lying on the deck a couple of meters away. He crawled towards it, dragging his crushed ankle along. Alema Rar let his hand get within a few centimeters of it, and then, with an evil cackle, moved it a couple more meters away with the Force.

Enraged, the slaver suddenly kicked back with his good leg. With the reflexes of a Jedi, Alema Rar swept her lightsaber down, and allowed him to cut his own foot in half on the blade. 

A loud banging on the door distracted her from listening to the helpless slaver howl in agony. At least a dozen beings were on the other side, with more on the way. 

Not quite ready to finish Darb off, Alema Rar stepped over and quickly slashed horizontally through the door, killing several of the slavers and sending the rest scrambling away.

She was mildly surprised to see Darb once again crawling for the blaster. This time she reached out with the Force, and found a firm grip on his balls.

The battle-hardened slaver forgot all about the blaster. He forgot about everything that ever mattered to him, except the two tender sacks between his legs. 

What a howl! Alema Rar squeezed to the point of him passing out, then eased up just long enough for him to think that it was over. His screams hurt her ears they were so loud. He vainly tried to protect his manhood, but there weren't any hands to push away. Sensing a surge of anticipation from the slavers in the corridor, Alema Rar decided to go ahead and put the shik out of the galaxy's misery.

With her extended hand, Alema Rar closed her fist tighter, using the Force to compress his nuts even further. Finally, the Twi'lek felt the left one burst open, oozing into his scrotum. Moving her attention to the right one, Alema Rar crushed it a few seconds later, although Darb had already blacked out from the pain.

A Jedi leaves nothing to chance. In spite of the multiple serious wounds, Alema Rar ripped off his shirt and carved her initials into his back with her lightsaber. With the Force guiding her, the letters were etched lightly into the deck as well. 

Alema Rar heard the distinctive whine of a portable power generator starting up in the corridor. Moving quickly, she found the thinnest-looking guard, ran over and pulled off his gun belt. Then she picked up a couple of discarded blasters, put one in the holster, and tucked the other one in the belt at the small of her back. Alema Rar had a twinge of regret as she glanced at Thirty-One lying face-up on the deck, a burnt hole in her stomach, and another one in her right shoulder. Since her lightsaber didn't have a belt clip, she would have to carry it.

The massive hulk of Schliebak lying atop his platform throne was perfect cover for her to cut an escape route. But first Alema Rar had to get rid of a few things. 

For starters the shoes had to go. As comfortable as she was in heels, she could still move better with bare feet. Her lightsaber made quick work of the locks on the nerfhide straps. 

The next part was a bit trickier. Her collar probably had some kind of tracking device in it, so it would have to go. Carefully Alema Rar cut through the durasteel, and the two halves of the collar fell to the deck.

Alema Rar felt sort of weird without the hard durasteel embracing her neck, but the mission came first. Pushing her regrets aside, she started walking back to the back side of Schliebak's throne, to cut through the deck and into the room below.

Halfway there a crack appeared between the two halves of the door. The Jedi had to make a split-second decision―try and cut through the deck, or attack the slavers head-on. Then one of the attackers tossed a grenade through the door. Alema Rar caught it with the Force a few centimeters from the deck, and pushed it back out into the corridor. 

Since she didn't want to follow the grenade into the corridor, Alema Rar ran behind the platform throne and started cutting a half-meter hole into the deck, angling the cut so the durasteel wouldn't fall through the hole. After a quick, deep breath, she lifted the plug up with the Force and moved it aside. 

Luckily the room she dropped into was empty. Reaching up, she replaced the plug in its hole, hoping that it wouldn't be noticed for at least a minute. Then she opened the door, scanned the corridor for guards, and ran towards the bridge.

Using the Force, Alema Rar sprinted down the corridors in a blur. The Hutt kept his throne room near the bridge, but she would have to make it up four decks. Well, five, since she had dropped down a level escaping the throne room. 

The handful of crew members she passed were dealt with as quickly as possible, either with the lightsaber or by knocking them out. Finally she made it to the turbolift closest to the bridge. 

As Alema Rar waited for the lift to arrive, she hoped that the slavers hadn't thought of locking the lift tubes down. They hadn't. Faintly, she heard the lift locking into place. Just before the doors opened, she sensed why the lift hadn't been locked down. It was full of guards, amped up and ready for action.

A Force push sent the front row into the rest, knocking most of them down, and tangling the blasters of the ones who stayed on their feet. Twisting sideways to get past the still opening doors, Alema Rar rushed in.

A dozen guards, trapped in a turbolift, taken by surprise, against a lightsaber wielding Jedi is not a good match-up. The guards were so close together that Alema Rar was able to slice two, or even three, with almost every slash. Five seconds later, standing knee deep in body parts, she calmly keyed the controls for the bridge level. As the lift ascended, the Twi'lek hummed along with the lift-tube music.

Bethany Handcuff



Jedi Adventures Alema Rar Ch. 09



Author's notes: This is the third story I have written about the Jedi. Although this is chapter nine of a stand alone story, please read Star Wars Jedi Tahiri in Bondage and Star Wars Jedi Tahiri & Alema Rar. Also, if you like this story, please leave me feedback, public or through email. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ CHAPTER NINE ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Five decks later, the doors opened to an empty corridor. On the opposite side, and about six meters down the corridor, stood the wide open doors to the bridge.

They can't be this stupid, Alema Rar thought as she approached the bridge. Reaching out with the Force, she counted about twenty or twenty-five beings inside, fighting to stay calm through various stages of fear. Aware of the holocams monitoring her, the Jedi slid along the wall and peeked into the bridge. 

The first thing that caught her eye was a lone slaver standing about six meters away facing her. As she jerked back, expecting a blaster bolt, she realized that none of the bridge crew had even drawn their weapons.

Carefully, she peeked back into the bridge. The slaver was still there, looking right at her. The rest of the bridge crew was attending their stations, nervously glancing towards her. Reaching out with the Force, she could sense no immediate danger from any of them. Cautiously, Alema Rar stepped out and onto the bridge. 

"Hello, Jedi Alema Rar," Nyk greeted her.

The aura of calm competence was very different from the nervous slaver who had been trying to flirt with her the other night. "Nyk," she answered, trying to keep watch on the entire bridge crew at once. The Jedi held her lightsaber in front of her in a reverse grip, pointing down, with her right hand, which was her strong arm. With her left hand she held her blaster on Nyk.

"I promise that no one on this bridge is going to hurt you, but there are some other slavers on board that might try." She sensed truth in both statements. "Because of them, we really need to secure the blast doors, okay?"

The truth again. She nodded her consent, still trying to figure out what was going on. Nyk gestured towards a Bothan at a port side station and Alema Rar heard the blast doors slamming shut behind her.

Back to the mission, she reminded herself. "Every body step out into the middle of the bridge where I can see them," she announced to the crew. 

None of the crew budged. About half looked towards Nyk, and five or six towards a male Twi'lek in what was probably the captain's chair. The rest just watched Alema Rar, and did nothing.

"Please don't do anything hasty, Jedi Alema Rar," Nyk said quickly, keeping his hands held out from his sides. "We mean you no harm. No one else has to die today." 

There was incredible danger on the ship, but none of it nearby. Still, with one Jedi against several hundred slavers, she had to move fast, at everything. 

"I want to offer you a deal, Jedi Alema Rar," Nyk said calmly.

Several responses came to her mind, mostly involving her blaster and/or lightsaber. "I am going to send a distress call to the nearest GA base," she said, adding the power of the Force to the statement. "Then I am going to make sure this ship, and the slaves you people have taken, stay here until a GA ship arrives to rescue them. They only question is whether or not all of you will be alive to stand trial for your crimes," the Jedi told them.

Now several of the bridge crew were worried. She even sensed a crack in Nyk's calm demeanor.

"Of course, Jedi Alema," Nyk replied, "We would be happy to allow you to send a comm call." That was good. Alema Rar liked it when the bad guys agreed with what she said. "We would also be happy to release all the slaves that are currently on board, for a price. However, there is a little something you need to know first," he said, with a noticeable change in his demeanor.

"Really, like what?" the Jedi asked, keeping her Force awareness pushed out, anticipating danger.

"A few dozen of us have been planning for your, or another Jedi's, return since Spraikela. There are five hundred and eighty-four slaves on board. All of them are in the aft cargo bay, with nothing but a forcefield between them and empty space." Nyk paused and gestured towards a couple of holocams in the corners before continuing. "We are being watched. If you attempt to take over the ship, then the forcefield will be shut down." He let his words hang in the air. There was no need to go into detail.

Carbon Frakking Flush, Alema Rar thought. There was no way to stop them, either. "If any of the slaves die, then you die, understand," she replied, thrusting her blaster a little more towards the slaver.

"I hope that no one, else, has to die, Jedi Alema Rar. It is just a safety measure to ensure your cooperation."

Twenty minds were too many for her to control at once. Maybe if she could just take over Nyk's mind, or the captain's. . .?

Nyk seemed to almost be reading her thoughts. "Like I said, we have been preparing for a Jedi. If anyone on the bridge is observed acting strangely, then any one of several of my compatriots around the ship can, and will, shut down the forcefield," he said as he watched her carefully. 

"Look, not all of us are bad guys. We were just looking to make some hard credits and got caught up with Schliebak and Darb." That didn't seemed to be entirely true, but before Alema Rar could call him out on it, he continued. "The slaves will live, and be freed, IF you cooperate with us, understand?"

It was a no-win situation. She had come here primarily to kill Schliebak. Freeing the slaves was only a secondary objective. Even if she killed every last one of the slavers, the people she was trying to help would be killed because of her. 

"Now, Jedi Alema Rar, lay down your weapons and we can discuss payment for the slaves?" Nyk instructed her firmly. "There is a very short time limit on this, otherwise my compatriots will carry out their plan, and escape in the ship's assault shuttles."

None of this made any sense. Slavers are ultra-protective of their slaves, which are no good to them dead. "First I make my comm call, then we talk," Alema Rar offered.

Nyk frowned, and said, "I'm very sorry, Jedi Alema Rar. You will have to agree to my demands, then make the comm call. Otherwise, people might get the wrong impression about what is going on here."

He seemed very sincere on this point. Conscious of the slaves' lives hanging in the balance, Alema Rar replied, "Alright, spit it out then."

Nyk winked up at one of the holocams before speaking. "Several governments are looking for mercenaries, and we are looking to make a career change. We will release the slaves, a hundred at a time, at a price of twelve hundred credits each, in exchange for the Galactic Alliance's promise not to make any more attacks on this ship or its crew, as long as we don't take any more slaves, of course." He took a breath before continuing. "The first hundred can be released at a place of our mutual agreement, as soon as the funds are deposited in our accounts."

The young slaver believed everything that he was saying. Alema Rar knew of several groups, and governments, that would pay for a slave's freedom. However, not all of them could deliver over a hundred thousand credits immediately. Only one person would turn over that kind of money for her as fast as she needed it.

Still, this whole thing could be some sort of elaborate trap. Nyk was definitely leaving something out. Perhaps she could convince him to alter the deal.

"Okay, I'll let you all go," Alema Rar replied. "As long as you release all the slaves immediately, you can go free."

The Jedi felt amusement from him. "It's non-negotiable. We'll kill 'em all and head to the Outer Rim. The GA will never find us," Nyk replied earnestly. "There is one little catch to the whole thing, though. . ."

She could feel how serious he was about killing the slaves if necessary.

Alema Rar hesitated a moment before replying. "What?"

"To ensure the good treatment of the slaves while awaiting their release, you must remain on board," he replied.

Since she wouldn't trust a bunch of slavers to keep their word anyway, that was easy to agree to. "Done," the Jedi replied, with a nod of her head.

The anticipation spiked just before he replied, "As my willing and eager slave."

The Twi'lek's first reaction was to shoot him. But there was the lives of the slaves in the cargo bay to consider. She calmed herself to hear the Force better. There was no doubt just what kind of slave he meant. There was no duplicity from the bridge crew either. Alema Rar felt a slight quiver from her damp pussy. 

"If any of the slaves die, then you die. No matter what," the Jedi replied earnestly.

"You've mentioned that several times. My compatriots are growing impatient. Will you be my slave, or are a lot of people going to die?"

There were no other options. "How long," Alema Rar asked, her choice made.

"A month," Nyk replied, holding back a triumphant smile. "As for the other slaves, as soon as a hundred and twenty thousand GA credits are deposited in our account, the first hundred will be released at a location of our choosing. Another hundred will be released each week after that, pending payment, of course."

Alema Rar lowered her blaster and lightsaber. "It will take longer than a month to release them all like that," she pointed out.

Nyk shrugged his shoulders. "I know. After a month you will be free to leave. However, if you choose to stay until all the other slaves have been released, we may be able to work out a suitable arrangement," he added with a thinly disguised leer.

The Jedi had no doubt she would be staying an extra few weeks. Resigned to her fate, she replied, "Fine, but I have a couple of questions first," as she shut down her lightsaber.

After a quick glance at the holocams, Nyk responded. "Okay, but first, I really think we need to get you into some restraints, or someone might think you are performing some sort of Jedi mind trick or something."

A bridge crewman approached Alema Rar from the side, barely keeping his fear in check. A pair of binders were displayed in his hand. The Twi'lek holstered her blaster and meekly allowed him to secure her hands behind her back. Once that was done, he unbuckled her gun belt, and removed it from around her waist. 

Alema Rar was busy watching Nyk watch her as he walked to her. He reached behind her and she let him slide her lightsaber out of her gloved hand. Once he took a step away and stuck the de-activated weapon in a cargo pocket, he allowed his new slave to ask her questions.

The Jedi glanced at the smooth hilt protruding from his pocket, then asked, "Where is Darb's ship, and the slaves on board?"

Nyk frowned before responding. "They took off for hyperspace as soon as they heard that we had a Jedi on board. We have no idea where they are, Alema Rar."

The Jedi had little hope for the slaves on Darb's ship, but she had to ask. "Are there any other slaves that were in Schliebak's control? I want them made part of our deal."

The slaver shook his head as he guided her towards the comm station. "Not that we know of. And if Captain Tol'Ven doesn't know about them, then there aren't any," Nyk stated definitely.

He gave his new slave a moment to collect her thoughts. "Are you ready to make your comm call now, slave?" Nyk asked her.

"Yes Master," Alema Rar replied with only the barest traces of hesitation.

The first call Alema Rar made was to the Jedi Temple, to report on her mission―not that they had known anything past the most basic of details to start with. Master Katarn didn't seem to be too upset that she had been out of touch for so long, or that she would be staying on board for another month. She didn't ask him about buying the slaves' freedom, since it would lead to far to many questions. The Twi'lek had someone else in mind for that. Only after the comm officer had closed the link did Alema Rar realize that the skimpy silk top she was wearing was visible on the holoscreen. 

It took a few minutes to get through to her next callee, Queen Mother of the Hapes Consortium and Jedi Knight, Tenel Ka Djo. 

Tenel Ka seemed happy enough to hear from her, although she cooled somewhat when Alema Rar told her the price Nyk was demanding for the slaves. The Twi'lek made sure not to mention the details of her own involvement, and hoped that Tenel Ka wouldn't ask any awkward questions about it. After learning how Nyk was planning on releasing the slaves, Tenel Ka surprised Alema Rar by asking to speak to him directly.

If Nyk thought it was usual for a slaver to talk to the Queen Mother of the Hapes Consortium, he hid it well. He kept his composure as Tenel Ka attempted to haggle over the price she would pay for the slaves. After a few minutes, and a few threats by Nyk to space the lot of them, they settled on eight hundred credits each for the first hundred, with a hundred credits added to each additional shipment.

The two immediately begin discussing locations for the exchange, leaving Alema Rar out all together. She decided not to point it out to Nyk, since he was still in the spirit of the deal they had made.

Once Nyk and Tenel Ka had concluded their business, Alema Rar was a little hurt that Tenel Ka shut down the link without even saying goodbye.

Before she had time to think about it, Nyk held up a durasteel collar, identical to the one she had been wearing, except that instead of the number two, this one featured a double zero. Knowing what was expected of her, Alema Rar lifted her lekku away from her neck, as he closed the collar around around her throat.

"This is a prototype slave collar. It's a bit more powerful than what you're used to, not that the old one did much good," he trailed off as he said the last part. "It has a few more features as well, but I'll surprise you with those later," he added with a chuckle.

Alema Rar shot him a suspicious look as he led her out into the corridor. He simply smiled, and raised an eyebrow, as if daring her to comment on it. Whether it was the Force, or just her getting back to her slave instinct, the Twi'lek remained silent. 

Suddenly, something else caught her attention. Death! Not the nearly thirty she had killed, but at least a hundred, probably more, spread out all over the ship.

Nyk seemed to pick up on her mood change as well. "Remember how I told you that we needed to secure the blast doors on the bridge?" he asked his slave. After an absentminded nod from her, he continued. "Some of the slavers on board were a little too loyal to the Hutt, so we've had to do some organizational downsizing."

After passing several bodies, Alema Rar wondered exactly where they were going. Still, she felt an almost overwhelming compulsion from the Force not to speak. Almost. With a deep breath, the Jedi pushed aside the compulsion and asked, "Ma―," and was shocked from the collar hard enough to collapse. Only Nyk's strong grip kept her from falling to the deck.

"Surprise!" he said, with a condescending smile on his face. Alema Rar looked up at him with pure betrayal.

"Remember your place slave, and the lives that depend on you good behavior," Nyk told her icily.

After Alema Rar composed herself, Nyk hit a button on the remote in his pocket. She could sense the moment it was safe for her to talk. "As long as you don't scream or yell or any of that shik, you can talk, slave," Nyk stated.

The Twi'lek bit back her first response, then said, "What the frakk was that, Mas―," and was cut off again by another, stronger shock. 

"I don't appreciate being cursed at either, slave. If you want to be my slave, then you'll have to learn some respect," Nyk said to the dazed Twi'lek. "Now, can you behave yourself, or do I need to keep you quiet awhile longer?" he asked.

Controlling her anger with the Force, Alema Rar looked up at him and nodded her head. When Nyk gave her permission to talk again, she managed to ask him where they were going without getting shocked a third time.

Her new Master seemed to think about that a moment. An image of a room with restraints lining the walls came to his mind.

As she climbed back to her feet, she asked politely, "Master, may I please speak with the other slaves, to let them know that they will be freed?"

Suspicion flashed across his face. "Please Master, I promise I won't try anything. I just want to let them know what is going on," she implored.

Alema Rar could tell that he still wasn't convinced. "You have my word as a Jedi, Master," she promised him.

"Fine," he replied. "But I promise you, they'll space all of us before we let you loose again," he added.

By the time Nyk had led his slave to the cargo hold, Alema Rar had explained to him exactly what she wanted to say, and gotten his permission. Alema Rar thought it was best to keep secret the fact that she was a Jedi. Nyk didn't quite understand why, but relented to his slave's wishes on that point. Just before entering the cargo hold, they both agreed that she would be more credible if Nyk released the binders from her wrists.

It took most of the slaves a few minutes to digest that they were going to be freed. Still fearful of the twenty or so slavers watching over them with the controls for their collars, one of the slaves cautiously asked which of them would be freed first.

The Twi'lek exchanged a glance with Nyk. That thought hadn't even entered her mind. An extra five or six weeks would be a big deal to some of the slaves.

Alema Rar leaned in close to Nyk and was about to ask if they could just be released in the order they were captured, but instead, she followed the Force and suggested to the former slaver that they let the slaves vote on who would be released each week.

The slaves loved the idea. The slavers were happy as long as they were paid. Soon after the slaves started the voting, Alema Rar realized that she wasn't wearing her chastity belt anymore. She was, in fact, the only female in the cargo hold that wasn't. 

It had been seven long days since she'd had an orgasm. Alema Rar needed something in her now-accessible pussy, and fast!

Before she did anything rash, Alema Rar glanced around the cargo hold. Nyk wasn't really paying her any attention―he was watching the slaves organize their vote. None of the other slavers seemed to be watching her too closely, either. Closing her eyes, the horny Twi'lek surreptitiously slipped a couple of fingers into her moist snatch.

Suddenly, Alema Rar felt a hand close around her slim wrist. Her eyes popped open and there stood Nyk, with a smug grin on his face.

"Slaves don't touch themselves without their Master's permission, Alema Rar," Nyk told her sternly.

"I'm sorry Master Nyk," she apologized, more embarrassed that he'd snuck up on her than that he'd caught her playing with herself.

"I'll bet," he replied with a derisive snort. "Time to get you back into some shackles, anyway," he added, producing the wristcuffs she had been wearing earlier.

As much as she enjoyed being restrained, Alema Rar really wanted to get a little finger time in. With a slight Force pressure on his mind, she obediently held her hands out in front of her, hoping that he would cuff her in front. Nyk stared hard at her for a second, then cuffed her right arm, and pulled it behind her back. Giving up, the Jedi slid her left arm behind her and allowed her Master to cuff it as well.

Less than half an hour later, they had a list of one hundred slaves that would be freed within twelve hours, when they rendezvoused with the Hapan ship. Most of the rest of the slaves seemed happy enough with the vote, but Alema Rar could sense that a group of about fifty or so were dissatisfied with the results. 




Jedi Adventures Alema Rar Ch. 09



As soon as the slavers had begun separating the two groups, Alema Rar leaned in close to Nyk and asked, "Master, is there someplace private we can go? For just a little while?"

Once he saw the lustful look on the Twi'lek's face, there was no way Nyk was going to say no. He took a few moments to tell the other slavers what he was up to, then hooked one hand around Alema Rar's arm, grabbed her ass with the other one, and led her out of cargo hold.

Minutes later, the two arrived in Nyk's quarters. Alema Rar barely noticed; she was busy trying to stretch her cuffed arms around to get at her wet lips. 

Neither of them even thought about bothering with the cuffs on Alema Rar's wrists. Nyk fumbled hurriedly to open his pants as he pushed his Twi'lek slavegirl onto the bed.

Alema Rar groaned in frustration when he had to take a second to yank down her silk harem girl pants in. Then she moaned in ecstasy as Nyk plunged his rock hard cock into her soaking snatch. 

As must as Alema Rar liked getting fucked, she absolutely loved getting fucked while shackled. The heavy durasteel collar tight around her neck and the durasteel cuffs on her wrists seemed to amplify ever stroke of Nyk's thick cock into her pussy. 

The Twi'lek slave's first orgasm was a monster. She screamed, letting out a week's worth of pent-up sexual energy in many long, amazing seconds. Nyk wasn't quite as ready as she was, and kept pounding away at his willing slave.

Perhaps fifteen minutes later―Alema Rar was far too enraptured to worry about time―she rose to another, longer climax. About the only thing she caught besides the endless pounding was Nyk shooting his load sometime in there. Halfway through her screaming in pleasure, Alema Rar felt Nyk shove a pillow over her face to muffle her. Finally, it was over. 

The two lovers lay on the bed side-by-side. Alema Rar was still shackled, and as relaxed as meditating Jedi. Nyk was still catching his breath, looking up at their reflection in the mirrored ceiling.

Six more weeks, Alema Rar thought as she gazed back at her Master. She wondered if it would be a good idea to remove the other slave's chastity belts. The collars would definitely have to come off, though. But not right now, time enough for that later, after the rendezvous with the Hapan ship. With images of several hundred scantily slave girls, and boys, running through her mind, Alema Rar drifted off to sleep. 

Bethany Handcuff



Jedi Adventures Alema Rar Ch. 10



Author's notes: This is the third story I have written about the Jedi. Although this is an Epilogue of a stand alone story, please read Star Wars Jedi Tahiri in Bondage and Star Wars Jedi Tahiri & Alema Rar. Also, if you like this story, please leave me feedback, public or through email. 


The following story takes place approximately four weeks after the events of Jedi Adventures Alema Rar.

Jedi Adventures: Alema Rar ― Epilogue



Well, he's not the best lover, but at least he's enthusiastic, Alema Rar, Jedi Knight thought as the former slaver, Nyk Faireborne, vigorously fucked her. Currently she was lying on her back, with both wrists and both ankles stretched and chained to the bedposts of Nyk's bed. The Twi'lek couldn't offer her Master any advice, since he had strapped a cock gag into her mouth after he had chained her to the bed.

With a slight shift of her pelvis, Alema Rar got Nyk to give her a little more pleasure as he pounded away. At least he could still fuck through an orgasm without having to stop and rest. Human men seemed to lose that ability practically as soon as they learned how to use their dick with any great degree of skill. 

At least Alema Rar was getting it regularly again. In the four weeks since she'd gone a week without it, she'd had sex at least twice-a-day, either with Nyk or with one of the other slavers that was on board. 

Some time and an orgasm apiece later, Alema Rar was still chained to the bed, while Nyk lackadaisically cleaned himself up in the 'fresher. Still, she wasn't the least bit annoyed. Even though he seemed to be purposely taking his time while she lay there shackled. It was a slave's life, after all. 

Eventually Nyk returned, and unchained her from the bed, only to cuff her hands together behind her back. The Jedi wasn't at all surprised by this. The only thing her Master seemed to enjoy more that having her cuffed was changing her cuffs around. He was as eager to experiment with chains and shackles on sexy, willing females as she was to be experimented on.

Nyk laid down next to her on the bed, and slid an arm underneath her. "That was a great idea you had, letting the slaves vote themselves to freedom. It would have caused major problems if we'd had to pick them like we'd planned," Nyk said to his sexy blue-skinned Twi'lek slave as they lay together.

"Thank you Master," Alema Rar cooed as she nuzzled his shoulder. We. Nyk had used that word a lot over the past month. He had also mentioned several times that there was a group of slavers running the ship, and that he was just acting as a spokesman for them. The only problem was, even though she'd spent nearly every minute with him, Alema Rar had never heard or seen anyone other than Captain Tol'Ven offer anything past a few minor questions to any of Nyk's orders.

"Yeah, most of them were real impatient to get off this ship and to freedom, but some of them seem as happy as could be," Nyk commented, as much to himself as to Alema Rar.

She had noticed that as well, and looking back, it must have been why the Force had prompted her into suggesting the vote. Out of the nearly six hundred slaves that had been on board, not counting herself, over five hundred had virtually counted or were counting the hours till their freedom. However, there was a solid group of about forty or so slaves still on board that absolutely loved being slaves, with perhaps another twenty or so that weren't exactly eager to return to their previous lives. 

As more of the unwilling slaves were freed, the ship had become a happier place, for everyone. Right after the first hundred slaves were released, the slaves begged, practically demanded, that their chastity belts be cut off. Even Alema Rar had been astounded by the ensuing display.

It was nothing less than a mass orgy. Nearly six hundred sex-starved women, of various species, fell on each other with wild abandon. The slavers, joyful that they had survived Schliebak's demise, eagerly joined in. Some slaves immediately paired up with certain slavers, while other slaves paired up with each other. Apparently, even under such dire circumstances, romance had flowered. 

The next major event on board ship had taken place a little over three weeks ago. The slaves had asked Alema Rar to see if she could get their stun-collars removed. It took a few days of, well, begging, along with her personal guarantee of their behavior, for the slavers to agree. 

A few of the slaves wanted to keep their collars on from the start, and since then about fifty more had begun wearing them again, although most of the collars were now plain durasteel, without the crippling stun feature. Chain leashes, along with wrist and ankle shackles, had appeared around the same time.

"Don't we have to go meet the Hapan envoy soon, Master?" Alema Rar asked him as he gently traced a finger along her side.

Nyk glanced a the chronometer on the wall. "Yeah, I guess it's about that time, isn't it," he replied as he untangled himself from his bound slave. Twenty minutes later the couple left Nyk's cabin for the meeting. 

Nyk was dressed in basic spacer garb, along with a blaster on his hip, and a well-worn nerfhide jacket that prominently displayed the slaver gang's symbol.

Alema Rar however, was still wearing the prototype stun-collar, along with a tight-fitting bustier and hot-pants. Both were black, with silver accents. On the Twi'lek's feet were glossy black platform boots that came to within a few centimeters of the hot pants.

The durasteel cuffs that Nyk had used to chain her to the bed had been replaced with half-a-dozen silver bangles on each wrist. The bangles clinked against each other every time Alema Rar moved her hands. Just before they arrived at the cargo bay where the Hapans were awaiting them, Nyk removed Alema Rar's collar and leash. 

Three Hapan shuttles were in the cargo bay, with a small group of Hapans looking over the hundred slaves that they would be freeing. A few more of the Hapans were spread out around the shuttles' ramps, keeping an eye on the slavers that were scattered about.

Two of the Hapans, both beautiful women, met Nyk and Alema Rar between one of the shuttles' ramps and the door. Alema Rar recognized both of them from the previous week's meeting. At the first meeting Alema Rar had barely been able to stop the two sides from blasting each other. 

The Hapan envoys didn't bother hiding their disgust at having to deal with men as equals. They hadn't believed Nyk when he told them the slaves voted on which of them would be freed in the first group. Then one of the slavers made a comment about how much Lady Kellea, the Queen's envoy, would fetch at a slave auction. After a few tense minutes, where Alema Rar seriously thought the whole deal was blown, she was able to calm everyone down enough to get the slaves on board the Hapan shuttles.

The next week Alema Rar had convinced Nyk to let her do the talking, and things went much smoother. She could still sense that they were less than thrilled at having to deal with a Twi'lek, even a female one.

This time was no different. Nyk still demanded the payment before he even allowed the Hapan shuttles on board, but both sides trusted each other a lot more now. 

Once the loading was complete, Lady Kellea informed Alema Rar that the Queen Mother would like for her to visit her on Hapes as soon as it was convenient. The Jedi happily accepted. That had been something that she had been meaning to do anyway, especially since Tahiri had suggested it after her own visit. Lady Kellea declined Nyk's invitation to join them for dinner, however. 

When the shuttles departed, Alema Rar felt the cold durasteel of the stun-collar around her neck again. Every time they left Nyk's quarters, he reminded her that a lot of the other slavers were still real nervous about having a Jedi loose on board. He was a skilled liar; it would have been easy to believe him.

All the slavers that weren't on duty had a nightly feast in the party hall. Most of the remaining slaves joined them, with many happily serving food and drinks. Quite a few of the slavers each had a chosen slave, or two, shackled on the floor nearby, and fed them like pets.

After dinner, Nyk cuffed Alema Rar's hands back behind her and led her back to his quarters. At the door, he stopped and whispered in her ear that he had a surprise waiting for her inside. Alema Rar smiled and blushed, pretending to ask what it was. Actually, she was very amused that he thought he could surprise a Jedi.

The doors opened and Alema Rar feigned surprise as she caught sight of Twenty-Nine, who had tried out to be a dancer at the same time as her. The petite brunette was waiting for them, kneeling, blindfolded, and cuffed behind her back.

Nyk wasted no time in putting his two shackled slaves into a sixty-nine. Eventually the three of them ended up tangled together on the bed, with the two slaves shackled to each other, and to the bed.

Alema Rar's right wrist was cuffed to Courtney's left. The Twi'lek had only discovered her name when she had yelled out, "Oh, Twent―" while the human was licking her pussy. The human lifted her head and told Alema Rar her name. Before Courtney could return to licking the Twi'lek's pussy, Nyk tugged her by the leash to his waiting cock.

Careful not to disturb her bedmates, the Jedi wondered how Nyk would take the news that she was definitely leaving. She had helped Nyk and his men, and women, make more money in the past month than they had made in the previous four as slavers. True, that was mainly because there were a lot fewer slavers to divide the credits among. Also, since Nyk and Captain Tol'Ven weren't taking nearly as large percentage off the top as Schliebak had, there were a lot more credits to spread around. 

After next week's rendezvous with the Hapans, Alema Rar would have to go. Fifty-Six of the slaves had already said that they wanted to stay on board, as slaves, lovers, or for whatever reason. The Jedi was sure that another twenty or so would stay on, in some capacity. 

One little problem was, that left them about seventy-five slaves short of what Alema Rar told Tenel Ka that there would be. The slavers were happy that they were staying, some had even married already, but they would be missing out on thirteen hundred credits for each one. As a solution, Alema Rar had talked Nyk and Captain Tol'Ven into raiding another slaver's base. This also fit into Alema Rar's plans, as these particular slavers were known for capturing children and raising them as slaves.

The slavers were much less disciplined that Schliebak and Darb's had been. The base was on the southern edge of a small-medium island on some planet that she didn't bother to learn the name of. Alema Rar had no trouble sneaking in, doing a recon, and sabotaging the base's early warning sensors, as well as removing the ignition control chips in the half-dozen starfighters that were in the hanger. She opened the survival compartment of one of the snubfighters and hid the control chips in the pocket of the survival pack. 

As much as Alema Rar wanted to be in a starfighter leading the assault, she knew that she would make more of a difference on the ground. She commed a detailed layout of the base to Nyk, and kept the slaves safe while Nyk's own pilots pounded the base to rubble.

All the slaves, children and adults were immediately turned over to the Galactic Alliance. Another group of Nyk's men had infiltrated the base after Alema Rar, retrieved the control chips, and flew the starfighters to safety.

The starfighters were the main reason Nyk had agreed to the mission. Through GA intelligence, Alema Rar had learned that the starfighters would be at the base, and not on board the slavers' ship. Just one of the two fifteen year old B-wings would almost make back the credits they would lose from not selling the slaves. They planned on selling both the B-wings, and keeping the other four ships. The much more advanced, and deadly, TIE Avengers.

When the Hutt was alive, Schliebak had made sure that the starfighter pilots had been completely loyal to him. That meant that they had to be killed during the reorganization. Most of the money they would get from the B-wings would have to go to simulators to train the new pilots on the TIE Avengers.

There had been a few more mercenary gigs as well, which Alema Rar had assisted in, mostly in an advisory role. When the four weeks that she had agreed to stay on board were up, she had stayed with no one mentioning it. Still, she didn't feel Nyk getting too attached to the idea of her staying forever. In fact, she would have already left if she didn't want to make sure none of the slaves were pressured into staying.

Just one more week, Alema Rar thought as she lay on the bed with her shackles and lovers.