3 comments/ 18622 views/ 0 favorites Jedi Alema Rar Visits Hapes By: HandcuffGirl Author's notes. This is the fourth Star Wars story I have written. All of my stories (so far) take place between the Yuuzhan Vong War and the Dark Nest Crisis. I would like for you to read my other three Star Wars stories first, but I highly recommend that you read Star Wars: Jedi Tahiri in Bondage, as this story is a direct sequel, although my other two Star Wars stories take place in between. * Jedi Knight Alema Rar was still puzzled that the young Queen Mother of the Hapes Consortium, Tenel Ka, hadn't met her as she landed. Not that they were the best of friends, but her fellow Jedi could have at least answered her comm call as she entered orbit. The Queen Mother had invited her here, after all. Instead she had been told by the comm officer on duty that the Queen was unavailable. A couple of nice, relaxing days as a Hapan Royal Guest was just what Alema Rar needed after killing Schliebak the Hutt, and freeing the slaves he and Darb had been holding captive. As she shut down the ship, Alema Rar looked at the screen showing the external holocams. On her starboard side, about a hundred and fifty meters away, several techs appeared to be doing maintenance on a fancy looking yacht. Much closer, a trio of Hapans with the look of a greeting party were approaching her ships exit ramp. As the Twi'lek went to meet them, she glanced down at her outfit, to make sure she was still presentable. Since Alema Rar was on vacation, she could freely ignore Master Skywalker's recent admonitions about dressing more Jedi-like. Encircling her slender neck was her favorite collar. A double row of needle-sharp three centimeter spikes went around the entire circumference. Matching cuffs were on each wrist. The skintight bodysuit she had chosen had a silver top, which displayed plenty of cleavage, and silver sleeves. A few centimeters below her breasts, the silver material changed to blue. The silver on the sleeves ended even with the silver on the top, leaving the rest of her arms bare, except for the spiked cuffs. The shade of blue that stretched from her chest to hips matched Alema Rar's skin perfectly, giving the illusion that she was wearing even less than she was. The blue changed back to silver several centimeters below her waist, although the exact line was hidden by the gleaming silver belt on her hips. The tight hot-pants ended just past the bottom of her ass. While not a huge fan of thigh-high boots, these were just impossible not to wear with this outfit. They were the same shade of blue as her skin, just like the material covering her tummy, all the way from the tops to the bottom of the soles. It almost seemed like the Twi'lek had fifteen centimeter heels instead of normal feet. The three Hapans were all wearing tight-fitting tunics and pants, probably a uniform of some sort, Alema Rar figured. The clothing of the woman in the middle was a bit more fancy than that of the two men following a step behind her. All three of them were stunning. The only blemish that the Jedi could see was a thin vertical scar about seven or eight centimeters long, running down the taller man's right cheek. "Welcome to Hapes, Jedi Alema," the woman announced. "I am Lady Esoma, and will be acting as your assistant, tour guide, or anything else that you require while visiting the Queen Mother," she added with a professional smile. "Thanks―Lady Esoma," Alema Rar replied as she stepped off the ramp, and onto Hapes. She had long gotten used to Humans not pronouncing her name correctly. However, since it looked like she would be spending a lot of time around Lady Esoma, she decided to point the matter out. "And it's Alema Rar, please, Lady Esoma." Growing up, Alema Rar and her sister, not to mention nearly every other slave she had known, had been expected to learn the names and correct pronunciations of every one of their Master's friends, business partners, and even casual acquaintances, the first time they heard them. They also had to remember the information for years, probably forever, not that that part mattered to the Twi'lek any more. "I am sooooo sorry about that, Jedi Alema Rar," Lady Esoma replied. "I didn't mean anything by it." She felt genuinely mortified at the mistake. "Don't worry about it," Alema Rar said soothingly. "It happens all the time." Pushing the distraction aside, and closing the ramp, she asked, "Where is Tenel Ka anyway? I can't wait to see her." Alema Rar sensed her hesitate a moment before she spoke. "The Queen Mother is currently away on urgent business. I don't know exactly when she will return. I'm very sorry," she replied. "I see," the Jedi answered slowly. She couldn't sense any deception from the human. Nor could she sense Tenel Ka anywhere on Hapes, not that that necessarily meant anything. A planet was a big place to hide, even for a Jedi concealing herself from another one. Tahiri had mentioned that Tenel Ka hadn't been around when she first landed either, but didn't go into details. The two Hapan men were discreetly getting a good look at Alema Rar's body. "Well, perhaps I can speak to her over a comm, just to say hi and all," the Jedi said, adding a little Force pressure to the suggestion. The Lady Esoma smiled broadly before replying. "The Queen Mother has left a message for you in your quarters, explaining things, Jedi Alema Rar." "Well, lead the way then," she replied after a momentary pause. "Of course, Jedi Alema Rar. If you would allow the guards to collect your luggage, we can go?" She asked. "I don't think I'll need any for a few days at least," Alema Rar replied with a suggestive smile. One of the guards' jaw dropped for a second, the other one's eyebrows raised. Lady Esoma gasped slightly. She recovered quickly, however, and said, "Well Jedi Alema Rar, if you would be so kind as to follow me, I'll take you to take you your quarters." Growing up as a slave, Alema Rar had been in plenty of lavish palaces. The Queen Mother's palace easily topped them all. Most of the other mansions were garishly expensive, emphasizing the owner's wealth, but not this one. This one seemed to state the owner's wealth as a simple fact. Alema Rar made mental note to ask Tenel Ka what she really thought about it. The polished marble floors had delicate scroll work along each wall. When Lady Esoma noticed her looking at them, she informed the Jedi that the scroll work was actually a story in the ancient Hapan language. The Queen Mother's guest room was the rival of any Alema Rar had stayed in. Sure most of the Hutts' rooms were bigger, but Hutts were a lot bigger too. This bed looked big enough for a Hutt, though, and almost strong enough, as well. Lady Esoma gave Alema Rar a brief tour of the suite, including the refresher and closet. "Jedi Alema Rar, while the Queen Mother is away, Ducha Ta'i Shume would like for you to attend a special dinner with her," Lady Esoma said after showing the Twi'lek how to operate the three-meter holoscreen. "Of course," she replied. "But what about the the holomessage from the Queen Mother?" "Oh, it is on the holoscreen, Jedi Alema Rar. I just assumed that you wanted to watch it in privacy, that's all," Lady Esoma replied, slightly embarrassed. "Ah, of course. Well, how long do I have to relax and get ready before dinner?" Alema Rar asked, sitting down on the edge of the soft bed, next to one of the thick posts. "Well, about five hours, but I'll need to stop bye about an hour or so before to help you get dressed." That sounds like fun, Alema Rar thought, smiling up at the human. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing now?" she asked, feigning innocence as she leaned back a little, to give her a better look. Lady Esoma pointedly eyed Alema Rar's lithe body in the skintight bodysuit. "Nothing at all, Jedi Alema Rar," she replied breathlessly. "Well then, why do I have to wear something else? Or do you just want to get me out of my clothes?" the Twi'lek asked seductively. "N-Not at all, Jedi Alema Rar," Lady Esoma stammered. "It's just that the Queen Mother left an outfit especially for you to wear, that's all." Especially for me, Alema Rar thought. Beings were always making clothes and things especially for her. And an outfit from the Queen Mother of the Hapes Consortium? She would definitely have to see this. "Well, okay then," the Twi'lek replied smoothly. She lowered her eyes a second, then looked back up at Lady Esoma. "Hey, want to help me get out of this before you go?" she asked with a suggestive smile, as she waved a hand over her silver and blue bodysuit. "Um, I-I'm sorry Jedi Alema Rar. But I can't right now. I've got to go, um, the Ducha is expecting me!" Lady Esoma said as she all but fled from the room. Amused with herself, Alema Rar wondered how long it would take the horny Human to find some lucky guy to kriff. Or lucky girl for that matter, as she was obviously attracted to women. Actually, Alema Rar hadn't seen any evidence that Lady Esoma was attracted to men at all. With a shrug, she put it out of her mind and picked up the remote control for the holoscreen, to see what message Tenel Ka had left for her. After a touch of a few buttons, the one-armed Queen's message appeared: Greetings Alema Rar, I'm very sorry that I couldn't be there when you arrived. There is an urgent problem on Olanjii that requires my immediate attention. I should be back sometime tomorrow, at the latest. Until then, Ducha Ta'i Shume and Lady Esoma will take care of you. I had planned on having a special dinner tonight, to celebrate your arrival. Ducha Ta'i Shume will be hosting it instead. I have left a special outfit that I would like for you to wear to the dinner. Especially the collar, as it is a valuable Hapan antique, dating back to the time of the Lorell Raiders. See You Soon, Tenl Ka Djo Queen Mother, Hapes Consortium Alema Rar read the message over again. Something about it didn't feel quite right. She hadn't felt any deception from Lady Esoma, and the message felt like it had come from Tenel Ka. Still, there was something else; something elusive about it. Since she didn't feel any immediate danger, Alema Rar decided to relax awhile in the refresher. With the Force, Alema Rar released the locks hidden inside the durasteel of her collar, wristcuffs, and belt. It took a minute for her to strip out of the tight bodysuit and thigh high boots. She was about to toss the bodysuit into the laundry chute when she remembered that it was the only clothing she had at the time. With an evil smile, the Twi'lek tossed the bodysuit in the automatic laundry chute, to be taken away, cleaned, and returned, who knew when. She hoped it would be returned anyway. She liked that bodysuit. Alema Rar spent the next hour luxuriating in the warm 'fresher. She kept her magnetic belt nearby, with her lightsaber in it's hidden compartment. Afterwards, the Twi'lek laid on the bed, wearing nothing but her thigh high boots, collar, and cuffs, and watched a holodrama on the giant holoscreen on the wall. Alema Rar must have dozed off mid-way through another show, as she was awakened by the door chime. Without conscious thought, she reached out with the Force and opened the door. By the time Lady Esoma had entered, Alema Rar had turned over onto her stomach and partially covered her breasts with her arms. She came to a stop with her knees bent and her ankles crossed over her bare ass. "Hey there," the Twi'lek said with a friendly smile, as she eyed the small container that the Human was carrying. Lady Esoma barely noticed that Alema Rar was naked. At least, Alema Rar thought that she had barely noticed. "Oh, good, you're already undressed, Jedi Alema Rar," Lady Esoma said as the door closed behind her. "I didn't mean to be. What happened was, I accidentally dropped my bodysuit down the laundry chute," the Twi'lek responded, feigning embarrassment. Alema Rar reached out with the Force to get a better feel of Lady Esoma, and her reaction. She didn't seem as unbalanced by her flirting this time, and had that freshly-kriffed glow about her. "Well, the palace laundry will send it back after they clean it, probably tomorrow," Lady Esoma said as she came to a stop about two meters in front of Alema Rar. "It doesn't matter right now anyway," she stated authoritatively. "Let's get you dressed for dinner." "Sounds like fun," the smiling Twi'lek replied. "Oh, and just call me Alema Rar, not Jedi, please," she added. "Oh, of course, Alema Rar. I wasn't sure, and didn't want to be disrespectful to a Jedi," Lady Esoma said with a slight frown. Jedi Alema Rar easily sensed that that last part was a blatant lie. While there weren't any obvious ill-feelings coming from Esoma, she definitely didn't mind disrespecting a Jedi. Alema Rar made a mental note to mention that to Tenel Ka when she finally got to see her friend. "None taken," she responded with a easy-going smile. "Thank you. I need you to finish getting undressed now, please," Lady Esoma instructed her as she set the container on a dresser by the wall. Alema Rar took advantage of the distraction to unlock her collar and wristcuffs with the Force. When Lady Esoma glanced back at her, Alema Rar was laying on the bed, slowly peeling off the thigh-high boots. The first thing that Lady Esoma pulled out of the container was a teeny-tiny g-string. Alema Rar didn't normally wear underwear, but when she did, she tended to pick out things like this one. A tiny triangle of silk barely covered her snatch. The silk was black, but it was so thin that it was transparent. With the scintillating panties that Tenel Ka had sent her, Alema Rar was curious to see the rest of the outfit. "When I saw these shoes, I had to check with Ducha Ta'i Shume to see if there was a mistake," Lady Esoma said as she set the aforementioned heels on the bed. "I didn't think it was possible for anyone, any humanoid anyway, to walk in them." The shoes in question were glossy black ankle boots. Alema Rar had seen shoes like them, and even worn some similar, although she didn't spend a long time walking in them. These particular boots had a thin stiletto heel at least twenty centimeters long. From the ankle the boot descended strait down, forcing the wearer to walk directly on the tips of their toes. The boots ended just above the ankle, with a thick strap. Alema Rar knew from experience that the. . . ballet shoes, yes, that's what they're called, she thought, would be painful to wear for any significant length of time. Not to mention very hard to walk in. I wonder if I could get Tahiri in them, Alema Rar thought briefly. Still, she loved a challenge, and this was definitely her kind of challenge. "Oh, they're easy to walk in, once you get the hang of it," Alema Rar said easily, checking out Esoma in her palace uniform. "Maybe we could get you a pair to try on too," the Twi'lek added as she picked the nearest boot. She frowned slightly as she noticed that the thick straps at the top of the boots had a lock built into them on the outside, and a strong-looking D-ring on the inside. She took another moment to feel for danger through the Force, or deception from the good Lady Esoma. Sensing neither, she slid her left foot into the ankle boot. Lady Esoma was quick to pull the laces tight, not to mention the ankle strap, which covered the top few centimeters of the laces. Alema Rar felt the lock click shut as she pulled it tight. The right boot followed quickly, also locked on. "So, what kind of hostess makes her guests wear boots that are so hard to walk in?" Alema Rar asked as she took a few steps in her new footwear. "The Queen Mother chose them especially for you, Jedi Alema Rar," Lady Esoma said with a pained expression. "If you insist, then I could contact Ducha Ta'i Shume to see if something else could be arranged?" she added. That didn't exactly answer the question that Alema Rar was really asking. She decided to be blunt. "So you have the keys to the boots then?" She asked, gesturing towards one of the thick ankle straps at the top of the boot. "Um, no I don't. But I'm sure Ducha Ta'i Shume has them, Jedi Alema Rar," she replied, hesitatingly. That was an easy lie to catch. Esoma had no idea if Ducha Ta'i Shume had the keys or not, although Alema Rar could sense that Esoma hoped that she did. "Actually, I kind of like them," Alema Rar said, almost truthfully. "Great then. Ready for your corset?" Lady Esoma asked, obviously relieved that Alema Rar hadn't asked for the keys. "I'm always ready for a corset," Alema Rar said with a suggestive smile. "Hapan nerfhide," Lady Esoma commented as she wrapped the thick black corset around Alema Rar's torso. It covered her from hips to breasts, barely concealing her nipples. There were cups built in, displaying her tits more than anything else. At least this doesn't have any D-rings on it, Alema Rar thought as she looked down at the Hapan nerfhide corset. She sucked in her tummy without being asked as Lady Esoma pulled the corset tight. Just like with the boots, Alema Rar felt the click of a lock at the small of her back, followed by two more above the first. "As you get used it, the corset will automatically tighten," Lady Esoma said, as she backed away to get a better look at the corseted Twi'lek. Alema Rar had worn corsets with that particular feature before, once for a few months. She would definitely have to make sure she got out of this one before then. "And does the Ducha have the keys for this too?" she asked, her hands on the bottom of the corset, over her hips. "I'm not sure about the corset, Alema Rar," Lady Esoma responded slowly. "Actually, I'm not sure if she has the keys to the ankle boots either," she admitted. "But if it were really necessary, we could probably cut them off." Alema Rar had no doubt that the boots and corset could be cut off. Very carefully, and as long as she was very still while it was done. So no-one could be shooting at her, or otherwise trying to kill her if she wanted to cut either of them off. "I'm sure it won't come to that," Alema Rar said with a condescending smile, carefully maintaining her balance in the ballet ankle boots. The next item that Lady Esoma pulled out was another piece of long, thick black Hapan nerfhide. The skirt wasn't quite as thick as the corset, nor quite as constricting. But Alema Rar definitely needed Lady Esoma's help in pulling it on, as the corset prevented her from bending over very much. The bottom of the corset flared out a little, just enough to tuck the top of the skirt underneath it. From there the skirt hugged her hips and legs all the way down to her ankles, stopping just above the strap on the ankle boots. The hem was thicker than the rest of the skirt, consisting of several layers of nerfhide sewn together. It limited Alema Rar to tiny steps of about twenty-five centimeters. Lady Esoma stood back, getting a good look as Alema Rar took a few small steps in the boots and skirt. "Wow! You look great!" the Human said as Alema Rar strutted about. "Thanks," the Twi'lek replied with a wink. Alema Rar mostly preferred her skirts much, much shorter, but the feel of nerfhide on her legs was a nice change. She was well aware that the skirt hobbled her considerably, but a quick slash with her lightsaber would take care of that. "Ready for the gloves?" Lady Esoma asked as she approached her holding up a pair of armpit length black nerfhide gloves. Alema Rar took a good look at the gloves, and noticed that the hands were thick mittens, not traditional gloves with fingers and thumbs. Still, she sensed no danger, or deception from Lady Esoma. "No way," she replied forcefully. Now Alema Rar sensed genuine anxiety from her, along with some confusion. Jedi Alema Rar Visits Hapes Ch. 02 Author's notes. This is chapter two of the fourth Star Wars story I have written. All of my stories (so far) take place between the Yuuzhan Vong War and the Dark Nest Crisis. I would like for you to read my other three Star Wars stories first, but I highly recommend that you read Star Wars: Jedi Tahiri in Bondage, as this story is a direct sequel, although my other two Star Wars stories take place in between. Jedi Alema Rar Visits Hapes Ch. 02 It wasn't that Alema Rar didn't sometimes enjoy pain―admittedly nowhere near as much as Tahiri―it's just that she much preferred secure bondage. In spite of Tenel Ka's added weight, the chain leash stayed firmly anchored to the ceiling. "Um, maybe I could lick your pussy awhile instead, Mistress?" she offered again, even more hopefully. Laughing, Tenel Ka released the stock, allowing Alema Rar to stand completely upright again. "I already told you that you're going to do that anyway," Tenel Ka replied. "As matter of fact. . ." she trailed off as she stepped up to Alema Rar, then continued, "Let's get rid of that skirt," as she quickly unfastened the nerfhide hobble skirt and pulled it to the floor. Startled, Alema Rar looked down towards her now naked lower body. Between the collar and corset, she couldn't see much. "I think we're done with that stock for now," Tenel Ka said, ignoring her reaction as she used the remote to release the magnetic locks holding the bars in place. They fell to the carpet with a pair of thuds. The Twi'lek's partial freedom was short-lived. Almost as fast as she realized that her arms weren't being supported by the stock, Tenel Ka had grabbed her right wrist and planted it at the small of her back against the durasteel belt. By the time she recovered enough to figure out that her right arm was magnetically locked to the belt, Tenel Ka had pushed her left arm into place as well. She heard Tenel Ka fiddle with the remote again, and suddenly, her hands were free. Free of the belt anyway―the magnetic cuffs were still locked firmly together behind her back. Then she heard soft footsteps as Tenel Ka returned to the still open chest. In spite of Alema Rar's curiosity about exactly what Tenel Ka was getting out of the chest this time, she stayed just how she had left her, facing away, just like a submissive should. Just like any good submissive, the first inkling as to what her Mistress had gotten out of the chest came when Alema Rar felt the cold durasteel cuff around her upper arm. The it was quickly joined by a second one on her other arm. Alema Rar guessed that her new bicep cuffs were a slightly-larger match to her wristcuffs. She felt Tenel Ka press something against the inside of her right cuff, and heard it snap into place with a click. "Elbows together," Tenel Ka instructed her, as Alema Rar felt her pull inwards to the middle of her back with one cuff, while pushing the other one towards it with her arm stump. Once her elbows touched, she felt another "click" and Tenel Ka let go, leaving her new bicep cuffs securely fastened together. While Alema Rar was busy adjusting to her new restraints, Tenel Ka released the chain leash from the ceiling and used the Force to direct it to her waiting hand. "Now, I believe you twice offered to lick my pussy," Tenel Ka said as she wrapped the leash around her hand. "Ye-Yes Mistress," Alema Rar managed to get out in spite of the slowly tightening corset and her newly restrained arms. "Then I expect you to put forth twice the effort," Queen Tenel Ka replied smoothly. "Of course, Mistress," Alema Rar replied quickly, worried about just how just was supposed to give twice the pussy licking she normally gave without being able to use the Force to sense her lover's emotions. Tenel Ka led her captive slowly, since she still was wearing ballet heels and anklecuffs connected with a twenty centimeter chain, towards a form-chair in a far corner. Alema Rar didn't mind at all, since she was getting a great view of the Queen's lizard-hide ass as they walked. Still, she wasn't a hundred percent sure that the form-chair was where they were heading, but it looked like the best place for Tenel Ka to relax while she licked her pussy with "twice the effort." The form-chair had a molded contour for Tenel Ka's body, right down to her amputated left arm. Alema Rar wondered if there were straps hidden away, as it looked similar to some of the bondage devices she had seen, not to mention been in. Just as Alema Rar had guessed, Tenel Ka stopped at the form-chair. Then she dropped the leash, reached down to her crotch, and removed a piece of the lizard-hide, revealing her pink, hairless, moist pussy lips. She set the piece of lizard-hide on a nearby table and grabbed the leash that was now hanging from Alema Rar's collar. The Queen sat down, and commanded her slave to kneel, emphasizing the order with a tug on her leash. Even though Alema Rar had performed the maneuver countless times bound, this time she was without the Force to assist her. Half-way down she lost her balance, and fell forward, landing just above Tenel Ka's crotch. Laughing, Tenel Ka reached down and helped Alema Rar into the right position, and unlocked the leash from her collar as well. As the kneeling Twi'lek looked up to thank her, she felt two more clicks on her collar. She looked down to see two short chains, maybe fifteen centimeters each and separated by the same distance, coming out of the chair and to her collar. Now her head was locked in the perfect position for oral sex. "You look much better down there," Tenel Ka said, as she pressed a button on a control panel embedded in the armrest. The front of the chair suddenly split, with two padded leg rests separating from the middle section, where the attachment points for the chains were. The two padded leg rests rose up, spreading Tenel Ka's legs apart and up, leaving her pussy even more accessible to the bound Twi'lek. "Remember, my little Jedi slave, I want twice the effort," Tenel Ka said as she leaned back, getting comfortable in the form-chair. Alema Rar didn't need any more encouragement. With a lick of her lips, she eagerly plunged into Tenel Ka's moist snatch. Even without the Force, Alema Rar was such an experienced pussy licker that she had Tenel Ka cumming in just a few minutes. She also didn't need the Force to tell that Tenel Ka showed no signs of letting her stop. Several more minutes of enthusiastic pussy eating later Alema Rar didn't think Tenel Ka was close to orgasm again. Apparently, neither did Tenel Ka. Abruptly, she sat up, closing the leg rests as she did. Alema Rar quickly pulled her head back, jerking hard against the short chains. Then Tenel Ka swung one leg over her head, got up and walked away, leaving her pussy licking Twi'lek kneeling, shackled, and her face dripping with pussy juice. Puzzled, Alema Rar turned her head, trying to see just where her lover had disappeared. The slightest tingle from the collar reminded her not to reach out with the Force. All she saw was Tenel Ka walking into another closest with several outfits of what looked like either lizard or nerf hide. A few seconds later Alema Rar quickly turned her head back towards the chair, so the returning Tenel Ka didn't catch her peeking. Even with the Queen's high heeled boots, Alema Rar could barely detect her footsteps on the thick carpet. Even without the Force, she still sensed that Tenel Ka had returned, and stopped right behind her. "Open wide," she commanded the shackled Twi'lek. Alema Rar obeyed, and was somewhat surprised when Tenel Ka shoved a double ended dildo gag into her waiting mouth. The part that was in her mouth was smaller than most cock gags she had worn, only about eight or nine centimeters long, and four or five across. Another, much bigger dildo was pointing straight out of Alema Rar's mouth. It took the one armed Tenel Ka only a few seconds to securely strap the gag into place. The smug Hapan Queen sat back down and spread her legs apart once again. Alema Rar didn't have to be told what to do next. As soon as Tenel Ka's legs were spread enough, she plunged the dildo gag into her soaking snatch. Armed with a twenty centimeter dildo, Alema Rar brought the Queen screaming to her second orgasm within ten minutes. Several minutes later, Tenel Ka got up, and went to the refresher. Alema Rar had been left restrained after sex so many times, it seemed normal now. Today she needed the time to let her neck muscles relax from shoving the dildo in and out of her lover's pussy for so long. Finally Tenel Ka returned, and replaced the lizard-hide that was covering her crotch. Once that was done, she freed Alema Rar from the chair. Then she removed the dildo gag, and much to Alema Rar's relief, the ballet-heeled boots. She had been wearing them for so long, she was having some trouble standing flat footed. Tenel Ka allowed her to set down on the edge of her bed, and unlocked her wrist and bicep cuffs, although she did leave them on. While Alema Rar was getting the circulation back into her arms, Tenel Ka tossed her a pair of glossy black fifteen centimeter platform heels. These also had a thick nerfhide anklestrap, which Tenel Ka instructed her to lock. That done, Alema Rar meekly asked her Mistress if she would release her from the now very tight corset. "Not tonight dear. Now go get cleaned up, we have plenty to do before bed," Tenel Ka replied with a slap on her ass. Alema Rar scampered off to the Queen's refresher, which was nearly twice the size of the main cabin of the ship she had flown here. Once Alema Rar was clean and refreshed, she returned to the Royal bedroom. Tenel Ka was standing next to a meter high durasteel cage, waiting for her. "All clean, baby?" Tenel Ka asked sweetly. "Oh, yes," Alema Rar replied as she looked over the cage. It was just under a meter high, wide, and long. The bars were a few centimeters in diameter. The bottom of the cage looked to be comfortably padded, suitable for long-term occupancy. Just as that last part occurred to her, Tenel Ka spoke. "Get down on your hands and knees, my pet." After the barest moment of hesitation, Alema Rar sank to her knees, and without further prodding, crawled into the cage. Only after Tenel Ka had slid the door down, and Alema Rar heard the 'click' of the lock, did she remember that Tenel Ka had said that they had plenty to do before bed. When she mentioned this, Tenel Ka looked down at her smugly. "We do, my pet. You are going to sit there quietly in my cage while I take care of some Royal duties." Then she leaned down, and added, "We are granting you the privilege of not having your hands restrained. Don't abuse my generosity by playing with that little blue twat of yours." When did we start using the Royal we, Alema Rar wondered. "Yes Mistress," was what came out of her mouth. "Good," Tenel Ka replied as she stood and walked away, to an expansive computer terminal in the corner. Alema Rar was a good judge of cages. The thick padding on the floor was nearly as comfortable as some beds, and the cage was just large enough for her to sit up in, or lay on her side. She kept looking over at Tenel Ka, wondering if she could get away with a quickie hand-job. Every time she was about to start, the Jedi Knight and Hapan Queen would turn her head and look at Alema Rar with a raised eyebrow, as if she knew what her caged pet was up to. Eventually, Alema Rar curled up on her side, and fell into a peaceful sleep. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please leave me feedback, public or through email. Bethany Jedi Alema Rar Visits Hapes Ch. 03 Author's notes. This is the fourth Star Wars story I have written. All of my stories (so far) take place between the Yuuzhan Vong War and the Dark Nest Crisis. I would like for you to read my other three Star Wars stories first, but I highly recommend that you read Star Wars: Jedi Tahiri in Bondage, as this story is a direct sequel, although my other two Star Wars stories take place in between. Jedi Alema Rar Visits Hapes Ch. 03 The only other option Alema Rar could think of besides waking up Tenel Ka was trying to use the Force with the collar activated. She hadn't attempted to feel the Force since the previous night, when she awoke and instinctively tried to reach out with her Jedi senses. Tenel Ka had felt the pain the collar had caused, and turned down the collar's power. Thinking back to the night before, Alema Rar did seem to half-remember a few attempts to reach out with the Force, only to stop when she felt the pain of the collar. Now however, she was fully awake, and determined to overcome the collar's power. With a deep―well, shallow, she was still wearing the corset―breath, Alema Rar reached out with the Force towards the magnetic locks on her ballet heeled ankle boots. Almost as quick as she started, she felt pain from the collar. Within a couple of seconds the pain became unbearable. Just as she felt herself begin to lose consciousness, the Jedi shut down her use of the Force. Well, Kriff. I guess I'm really stuck, Alema Rar thought as she pulled vainly against her ankle cuffs. An absurdly perky, and fake-sounding, yawn from the Queen's bed interrupted her musings. "Good morning my dear Alema Rar," Tenel Ka said happily as she climbed out of the bed. "Did you sleep well?" she added as she walked towards the foot of the bed. "Me? I slept great. Like a Hutt." Alema Rar rolled back over to her side, so she could look up at her friend. "Frakk You," she replied conversationally. Tenel Ka chuckled, then asked. "Is it the boots or the corset?" "Both," she replied, after a moment's consideration. "Hhmmm. Well, I have some Queenly duties to attend to do this morning, so I guess I can release you, and let you get a few hours of unrestrained sleep," Tenel Ka told her with the air of someone granting a great concession. As it turned out, the Corset had magnetic locks built into it as well. Alema Rar let out a deep sigh of relief once she was released from the ultra-tight nerfhide. Her feet felt almost as good free of the ballet boots. Once Tenel Ka had unlocked her leash and wristcuffs, Alema Rar thanked her and spent a few seconds stretching. She was completely naked except for the collar and wristcuffs, and Alema Rar wore restraints so habitually she didn't even notice them―other than the unique properties of the collar, that is. After using the 'fresher, Alema Rar walked back to Tenel Ka's warm bed. The Queen was busy at her computer terminal. Before Alema Rar crawled into the bed, she picked up the short chain, just a few links long, that Lady Esoma had used to lock her hands behind her back the night before. Once her hands were out of sight underneath the thin blanket, the Twi'lek brought her hands, and the chain, behind her back. Unfortunately for her the magnetic locks on the ends of the chain were still turned off. Oh well, Alema Rar thought with a shrug, she would have found out anyway. "Hey, Mistress. Can you do me a little favor?" Alema Rar asked in her best sweet friend voice. Tenel Ka looked back at her with a smile―she liked hearing her call her Mistress. "Possibly, my little slave," she replied, still smiling. Alema Rar held up the mag-chain she had picked up. "Can you activate this for me?" The Queen was momentarily taken aback. She knew that Alema Rar was into bondage, and submissive, but not to the degree that she preferred sleeping with her hands cuffed. "Sure thing," she replied as she reached over to the remote lying on her desk and activated the mag-locks on the chain. "Thank you, Mistress," Alema Rar said with a wink as she put her hand back behind her back and locked them together with the short chain. Now Tenel Ka was really puzzled. Even with the blanket covering her, Tenel Ka could tell what Alema Rar had done. "Did you cuff your hands behind your back to go to sleep?" Tenel Ka asked, confirming her suspicion. "Yes Mistress," Alema Rar answered, wondering why Tenel Ka looked confused. "So you prefer to have your arms restrained behind your back when you sleep? Now Alema Rar started to understand. Even with other submissive bondage enthusiasts, not a lot chose behind-the-back restraints for sleep. "Oh yes Mistress. I can sleep with them cuffed in front, or to something, but I usually prefer to sleep with my hands shackled behind my back," she answered, then stifled a yawn. The Hapan Queen shook her head in disbelief. "Well, by all means, don't let me stop you," she said to the restrained Jedi. "Thanks, Goodnight Mistress," Alema Rar replied contently. "Goodnight," Tenel Ka answer absently. Soon after Alema Rar went to sleep, Tenel Ka summoned Lady Esoma, who assisted the Queen in getting completely dressed for her public duties. Tenel Ka instructed the guards posted outside her room not to disturb her guest, then the two Hapan women left the sleeping Twi'lek alone. Alema Rar slept for several hours, then spent a few minutes lying lazily in the bed. It was still strange to wake up without the Force. When she finally got up she took a few moments to stretch, as best she could while still shackled. When Alema Rar came out of the 'fresher, Lady Esoma was sitting on one of the Queen's pouf couches. The two exchanged greetings, and Lady Esoma informed Alema Rar, who was still naked and cuffed, that the Queen had to make a visit to Chosper, and wanted the two of them to accompany her. The names meant nothing to Alema Rar. Lady Esoma explained that they were simply worlds in the Hapes Cluster, and the Queen needed to handle some minor bureaucratic details that couldn't be done via comlink. The Hapan handmaiden told Alema Rar that the Queen had left specific instructions on how she was to prepare Alema Rar. With a sigh that was half anticipation, half resignation, Alema Rar agreed. The first thing that Lady Esoma did was lock a harness gag around the Twi'lek's head. The gag part was shaped like a human cock, but it was so thick that Alema Rar couldn't even move her tongue to lick it. She had to content herself with sucking. A nerfhide muzzle covered the lower half of Alema Rar's face. Lady Esoma didn't bother to remove Alema Rar's wrist shackles when she put the nerfhide corset back onto the Twi'lek. Neither did she unlock them when she strapped the ballet boots back onto her feet. Alema Rar obediently lifted her shackled wrists out of the way as Lady Esoma locked the Queen's durasteel belt around her waist. Strangely though, instead of some kind of lower body covering, next Lady Esoma picked up a pair of bicep cuffs. Since her wrists were still shackled, Alema Rar didn't have a problem pulling her elbows together until they touched. Lady Esoma easily snapped the shackles onto her upper arms. The Twi'lek grunted through the gag as the durasteel thighcuffs went on, as well as the ankle shackles. There was no chain connecting any of the cuffs: the bicep, wrist, thigh, and ankle cuffs were all locked directly together. When Lady Esoma locked the twin bands of durasteel around her legs just below her knees, Alema Rar wondered how she was supposed to travel at all. Now Lady Esoma did remove Alema Rar's wrist shackles, only to pull a pair of thick nerfhide bondage mittens onto her hands. She quickly replaced the wrist shackles, locking the fist-shaped mittens tightly into place. Next Lady Esoma helped Alema Rar lie down on her stomach. Then the Hapan handmaiden selected a stout chain from the Queen's toy chest and locked one end to the back of the harness that was strapped around Alema Rar's head. Lady Esoma then folded the Twi'lek's legs into a strict hogtie position and locked the opposite end of the chain to her ankle shackles, harshly pulling her head up and back. The chain was also locked to her bicep and wristcuffs. It had been too long since Alema Rar had been in a good, tight hogtie. At least a couple of months. And that sexy Falleen Thrann Mithric had done it, Alema Rar remembered with a shudder of pleasure. At this point she could barely move. Tenel Ka on the other hand, or possibly Lady Esoma, thought that the Jedi needed some more restraint. This had to have been why Lady Esoma picked out a wide nerfhide belt and wrapped it around the bound Twi'lek's torso, pinning her arms tightly to her back. The last item of restraint that Lady Esoma put on the helpless Alema Rar was a thick nerfhide blindfold. Alema Rar tugged against the durasteel and nerfhide of her restraints as she listened for clues as to what Lady Esoma was doing. She also tested the anti-Force collar once again. It was hopeless. She was completely at Lady Esoma's mercy. Suddenly Alema Rar heard the distinctive whine of a repulsorlift from underneath her, and felt herself being lifted off the ground. After a few minutes of moving horizontally, the repulsorlift changed pitch and Alema Rar was gently lowered back down. Even blind and Forceless, Alema Rar could sense that she was in some kind of enclosed space. Probably a box or cargo container, she thought with some trepidation. Next Alema Rar felt a hand, mostly likely Lady Esoma's, softly stroking her left lek, tchun. "Ah, now you are secure and ready for travel, my dear Jedi," Lady Esoma said as she stroked the Twi'lek's braintail. "All of the Queen's restraints―" she stopped to chuckle at her unintended pun―"are designed for Humans, so I don't have anything to bind these lekku without hurting you." Alema Rar tried to thank her for her concern, but of course all that came out was a unintelligible grunt. Still, it was a good sign that Lady Esoma was concerned for her safety. Unless she's planning on ransoming me, the Jedi thought half-seriously. "Now, this specially designed cargo container has sensors monitoring all your vital functions, which I can monitor on my personal comlink, so you will be perfectly safe for our trip. The Queen and I will be traveling a bit more comfortably I believe," Lady Esoma said with a laugh as she closed the lid, sealing Alema Rar inside. Jedi Alema Rar Visits Hapes Ch. 04 Author's notes. This is the fourth Star Wars story I have written. All of my stories (so far) take place between the Yuuzhan Vong War and the Dark Nest Crisis. I would like for you to read my other three Star Wars stories first, but I highly recommend that you read Star Wars: Jedi Tahiri in Bondage, as this story is a direct sequel, although my other two Star Wars stories take place in between. Alema Rar Visits Hapes ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ CHAPTER 4 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ In only a few minutes, Alema Rar felt the container being lifted, in an uneven manner that suggested humanoids rather than droids, and quickly set back down about a meter high. The cargo container also served to cut off virtually all sound, so she could only get vague impressions about what was happening to her. The Jedi was sure about the whine and slight vibration of the repulsor that came from underneath her, which meant that she was probably on a replulsorsled of some sort. Several minutes into her journey, Alema Rar wondered just why Tenel Ka, or possibly Lady Esoma, had a cargo container that was specially designed for transporting heavily restrained humanoid cargo. After about fifteen minutes or so, although inside the container it seemed like a lot longer, Alema Rar felt the sled come to a stop, and the container being manhandled onto the ground once again. There Alema Rar, in her cargo container, sat for another twenty minutes, before being manhandled again. This time Alema Rar had the feeling that she was in a ship's cargo hold, although she couldn't be very sure. To the tightly bound and helpless Twi'lek, it seemed like hours before she detected the vibrations of the ship's engines being activated. Normally Alema Rar had no problem occupying herself for long periods of time, even restrained. All of those involved Force exercises, however, which she was currently unable to perform. Alema Rar had also spent many boring hyperspace flights masturbating, which she was also unable to do at the time. That reminded her once again to get around to writing that instruction manual on females masturbating in an X-wing cockpit. Finally the engine's hum changed pitch, and Alema Rar felt a slight pressure as the ship took off. After a few minutes, the pressure eased, then disappeared into weightlessness. Her restraints kept her firmly in place, but still, Alema Rar had the distinct impression of floating. The Twi'lek guessed that the Hapans must be trying to save a little energy by turning off the gravity in their cargo hold during spaceflight. I hope they secured my container good, Alema Rar thought as she felt the ship enter hyperspace. By the time Alema Rar felt the ship exiting hyperspace, it seemed like she had been in the container for days. She hadn't eaten since the dinner orgy the night before, and was starving. At least she had used the refresher before Lady Esoma had packed her for shipment. Once again Alema Rar guessed what was happening from the subtle vibrations of her container. She felt gravity kick back on, then the ship's sublight thrusters engaging. A few minutes later, the ship entered an atmosphere. There was no mistaking the ship's landing struts hitting the hard permacrete of a landing pad. It was still some time before anyone came to retrieve her. And why should they? Alema Rar thought with arousal. I'm just another cargo container. The whole trip had turned her on. In her mind, she fantasized about being shipped all over the galaxy tightly restrained in a cargo container. Once she reached her destination, she would be released to execute her mission, the packaged again for shipment. I bet the order could save a ton on transport fees, the Jedi thought as she squeezed her thighs together. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ "Hello again, my dear Jedi," Lady Esoma greeted her, as the lid came off the cargo container. A low moan was all Alema Rar was able to offer in reply. That seemed not to bother the Hapan noblewoman in the slightest. "Let's get you out of there, and we'll give you something to eat," Lady Esoma said enthusiastically, as she activated the small replulsorlift that was underneath the Twi'lek. Once she was on the floor, Alema Rar felt a hand remove her blindfold. With the harness-gag pulling her head back, Alema Rar was forced to look forwards. She blinked several times as her eyes adjusted to the light. What she saw shocked her. Standing before her was Tenel Ka, Queen mother of the Hapes Consortium. Every single time Alema Rar had seen her outside of her bedroom, Tenel Ka had been wearing tough lizard hide, more suited for a warrior than a Queen. Instead of the dark Dathomir lizard hide, Tenel Ka was wearing a tiny pink maid's uniform, complete with a frilly white apron. On her feet were pink sandals that matched her dress, with stiletto heels about fifteen centimeters high. Around her ankles were pink nerfhide anklecuffs, about seven centimeters wide, and locked together with about a thirty-centimeter chain. Smooth white stockings ran up her toned legs. At the lace tops of the stockings Alema Rar could see matching white garters. Since she was lying on the floor, Alema Rar also caught a flash of Tenel Ka's bare, and moist, pussy. Another reason Alema Rar could see so much was the fact that Tenel Ka's uniform barely came past her crotch. The bottom edge of the maid's uniform flared out, with several centimeters of white lace around the hem. Tenel Ka's apron was tied tightly at her waist, which looked a narrower than normal, leading Alema Rar to think that she was wearing a corset underneath the dress. On top of the apron was a wide pink nerfhide belt, with a D-ring at each side and in front. Tenel Ka's breasts weren't huge, but they were straining the low-cut top of the uniform, threatening to spill out. A shoulder-length white glove was on her right arm, with a strap buckled tightly at the top. A few centimeters below that was a pink nerfhide bicep cuff. On her left half-arm was a matching bicep cuff. Locked around her wrist was a pink nerfhide cuff, about seven centimeters wide. A pink nerfhide collar was buckled around the Queen's neck, which matched the wrist and ankle cuffs. A gleaming silver leash ring was dangling from the front of the collar. Strapped tightly around Tenel Ka's head was a nerfhide harness gag, nearly identical to Alema Rar's, except in pink. On top of the Queen's head was a white maid's cap, completing the image of a subservient fetish maid. Alema Rar's eyes bulged out of her head as she stared at the Queen of the Hapes Consortium. Tenel Ka, on the other hand, kept her eyes cast towards the floor, just as her Mistress expected of her. "I understand your concern, and speechlessness, my dear Alema Rar," Lady Esoma said, with an amused glance at the Twi'lek's gagged face, "Allow me to introduce you to my maid, Tania." Alema Rar had no trouble recognizing Tania as a slave name. She glanced at Tenel Ka's face and saw the humiliation, with some arousal. I thought the Queen had a submissive side, Alema Rar thought, trying to smirk through her gag. At Lady Esoma's instruction, Tenel Ka leaned over and unlocked the small magnetic locks that held the muzzle of Alema Rar's gag to her harness. The synthrubber cock came out of her mouth with an audible 'pop.' "Now, my dear Alema Rar," Lady Esoma said as her maid stepped to the side. "The Queen mother of the Hapes Consortium is taking a little vacation from her duties." She teased the edge of Tenel Ka's skirt with her riding crop. "Since I am providing my home, and suffering without my servants for the duration on her vacation, Taina here has volunteered to be my personal maid while she is here on her 'vacations.' Isn't that right, Taina?" Alema Rar glanced at Tenel Ka, who meekly nodded her consent. Lady Esoma squatted down in front of the still hogcuffed Twi'lek. "The truth is, since she is a Jedi, I never know if she really scrubbed the floor, or just made me THINK she scrubbed the floor. It's most disconcerting." She shook her head in half-mock disapproval. "As a fellow Jedi, you could know for sure. Perhaps you would like to oversee her for me?" Lady Esoma asked with a gleam in her eye. Alema Rar hesitated before replying. If Lady Esoma didn't know about the anti-Force collar, that meant that Tenel Ka was really serious about keeping it a secret. On the other hand, since the collar was blocking her Force abilities, Alema Rar assumed that she was just as susceptible to mind-manipulation as anyone else. Through various BDSM and sexual experiences with other Jedi, Alema Rar knew that a Force-user could be. . . stimulated to the point of being susceptible to mind-manipulation. However, as long as Tenel Ka had her in this kriffing collar, Alema Rar wouldn't be any better off than Lady Esoma. That'll have to change, Alema Rar thought with wicked anticipation. "I'd love to look after Taina," Alema Rar replied with a smile. Even through her gag, Alema Rar could tell that Tenel Ka wasn't pleased with this new development. On Lady Esoma's orders Tenel Ka―Tania―released Alema Rar from her bondage. Conveniently, she forgot about the collar. Even when her new mistress reminded her, the Hapan Queen hesitated. Lady Esoma quickly gave her a sharp lick with her riding crop. Tania quickly complied, and pulled the remote from between her tits. Careful to protect the collar's secret from Lady Esoma, Alema Rar instructed Tenel Ka to unlock it. She hesitated for a moment, then quickly rubbed her gloved thumb over the dial, and hit the release button. For the first time in days, the Twi'lek Jedi felt the familiar surge of the Force as the collar popped open. Smiling, Alema Rar reached up and pulled the collar off her neck. Now she was back to her old self. She could feel Tenel Ka's trepidation, and arousal, clearly. Casually, she asked Lady Esoma a question. "Hey, do you mind if I trade out Tania's collar? I know the rest of her restraints are soft pink nerfhide, but I think she'll be especially. . . submissive in this one." Tenel Ka's eyes nearly popped out of her head. She shook her head violently and all but screamed no, at Alema Rar through the Force. "You are more that welcome to restrain her as you please," Lady Esoma replied with a smile. As Alema Rar took a step forwards, to exchange the collars, she glanced back at Lady Esoma. The handmaiden only had a vague memory of locking the collar on her, and her falling asleep afterwards. Mind trick, Alema Rar realized as she grabbed Tenel Ka by the arm, to stop her from trying to shuffle away. Alema Rar quickly pulled her in close, "Remember, if people start thinking this isn't just another collar, the secret will be out," the Twi'lek whispered into her ear. Alema Rar felt Tenel Ka's muscles relax, and she nodded her agreement. Just to be on the safe side, Alema Rar locked her wrist to the bondage belt around the Queen's waist. Then she unlocked the nerfhide collar, and unwrapped it from around the Tenel Ka's throat, and tossed it aside. The Twi'lek raised the anti-Force collar to the Hapan Queen's neck with anticipation. Tenel Ka, for her part, only stared at the collar, fighting back the urge to reach out with the Force and hurl it away. When Alema Rar sensed this, she quickly gave her friend a mental reassurance and snapped the collar into place. Now Tenel Ka reached out with the Force tentatively, like a youngling attempting a simple mind trick for the first time. Alema Rar slowly ran her thumb up the remote's dial, increasing the collar's power, until she sensed Tenel Ka stop trying to use the Force because of the pain. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Alema Rar spent the next half-hour or so forcing her new slave to do various humiliating tasks. Nothing she hadn't don't plenty of times herself, but seeing the formerly haughty Hapan Queen on her knees dusting the floor with a duster that was attached to her gag was very satisfying. Lady Esoma had several embarrassing―for the Queen―stories to share as well. The time allowed Alema Rar to get a good feel for the Hapan noblewoman. She seemed very loyal to Tenel Ka, and very aroused at domming her. Lady Esoma also exhibited a certain amount of. . . fascination with Alema Rar. Eventually, after a few subtle hints from Alema Rar, Lady Esoma left to attend to some business, leaving the two Jedi alone. The Force was very useful for finding hidden spy devices. While ordering Tenel Ka about, and listening to Lady Esoma, Alema Rar had used the Force to search for them. Still, it wasn't a hundred percent reliable. "Is it safe to talk?" Alema Rar asked, running her fingers over the anti-Force collar to let Tenel Ka know what she planned to discuss. Tenel Ka looked down, towards the collar, then quickly shook her head: no. Alema Rar reached up and took the gag out of Tenel Ka's mouth. "About other things?" she asked. "Yes," the Hapan replied as she worked her jaw. "And just don't talk about it specifically," she added, trying to reach up with her cuffed hand. Alema Rar had no trouble understanding that she was referring to the collar. "So, how often do you do this?" she asked, changing the subject as she ran her fingers down Tenel Ka's flank. Tenel Ka blushed. "Only every few months, and I think Lady Esoma set this up just because you were here," she replied breathlessly. "We play some other times though, discreetly," she added. "Ever go out in public, in disguise?" Alema Rar asked, picking up the discarded pink collar. The Hapan Queen shook her head. "Can't. Too many guards and attendants." Alema Rar frowned. Those people had slipped her mind. "Oh yeah. Where are they, anyway?" she asked, flexing the nerfhide collar. Tenel Ka flinched as Alema Rar 'snapped' the collar taut. "When Mistress Esoma and I come here for vacation, they stay on the perimeter of the estate, providing protection," Tenel Ka responded, looking at the pink collar with apprehension. "And it was almost impossible to get them to stay that far away from me," she added. Alema Rar gave her an appraising look. "Well, if you ever want to duck out for some real fun, let me know," she offered. "Okay," Tenel Ka answered after hesitating briefly, still eyeing the pink collar. Holding it up, Alema Rar asked, "Is this really the only one like this?" but she was looking at Tenel Ka's neck, and the anti-Force collar. The Hapan Queen understood what she really meant. In the back of her mind, she wondered if she could keep this secret forever. "The only one," she replied, looking straight at the pink nerfhide collar. Alema Rar responded by wrapping the collar around her own neck, and activating the magnetic lock. She thought about how to word her next question. After a moment, she decided not to worry about any spy devices. "How far are our lightsabers?" "The ship," Tenel Ka responded without hesitation. That was still farther away that Alema Rar liked to be, but she could live with that, for now. "Let's get you licking my pussy," she instructed her slave with a smile as she led her to a nearby couch. The shudder of pleasure that Alema Rar felt come from Tenel Ka was unmistakable. Seconds later, as Tenel Ka lowered her mouth to Alema Rar's pussy, her own shudder of pleasure was just as unmistakable. After her first orgasm, Alema Rar pulled Tenel Ka up onto the couch with her, and laid on top of her in a sixty-nine. Several orgasms each later, the two Jedi finally pulled themselves apart. Lady Esoma still hadn't returned from her business. "So, how long can I play with you?" Alema Rar asked, reaching out to tweak her nipple through the maid's uniform. "Well, probably just tonight, Mistress," Tenel Ka replied in resignation, and arousal. "Guess we'll have to make the most of it, then, won't we?" Alema Rar said, as she pulled Tenel Ka close in by the leash, and kissed her sensually. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Two days later, back on Hapes . . . "How do you choose from all of them?" Alema Rar asked Tenel Ka as the they laid on the Queen's bed, recovering from the thorough fucking by the four strapping Hapan men that had just left the room. They had each chosen two, from a pool of several dozen that were available for the Queen's pleasure. Tenel Ka smiled back at her. "I only have to choose one for as long as I want him in my bed. Then I choose another one," she said with a superior smirk. Alema Rar thought about some of the noblemen she had met at the reception the night before. A couple of them had looked better than the Queen's harem. "Do you ever let any of the noblemen into your bed?" she asked. Tenel Ka frowned slightly before replying. "They all want to be the father of my child, if I were to become pregnant." Then she glanced around, to double check that they were alone. Some things were Jedi secrets. "You know how to keep that from happening with the Force, right?" Tenel Ka asked. "Yeah," Alema Rar answered, somewhat puzzled. "Well, I have thought about having a child, but whichever of them wasn't the father, they would try to assassinate the child." Frakk, Alema Rar thought. She had zero interest in having children, and was well practiced in using the Force to prevent it from happening. "What if you slept with all of them?" she suggested. Tenel Ka's eyes popped open. Alema Rar could sense her surprise, and excitement at the suggestion. "That might work," the Queen replied in awe. "It would certainly be a lot of fun," she added. "You'll just have to make sure you sleep with all of them within a week or so of getting pregnant so they would all think they could be the father," Alema Rar offered. The Queen frowned slightly. "I don't know if I want any of them to be the father of my child though. Maybe Jacen, when he returns from his travels." Alema Rar sat silently for a few moments. "Well, meanwhile you can screw all you want," she said with a roguish grin. "I think I will," Tenel Ka replied with conviction. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Four days later, at the Royal Hangar . . . "Thanks again for the great time, Your Majesty," Alema Rar replied, as she carefully stepped onto her ship's landing ramp. She had to walk carefully, as she was once again wearing the ballet boots, hobble skirt, and corset that Lady Esoma had tricked her into wearing. The heavy wrist and ankle cuffs were locked on the appropriate limbs, as well as the bicep cuffs and durasteel belt that Tenel Ka had put on her. The only new thing was the ten-centimeter-wide gleaming durasteel collar around her neck. This one, at least, didn't have the anti-Force features of the one she had worn most of her stay. Tenel Ka followed her a few steps onto the ramp. "You're welcome, and welcome to come back anytime, Alema Rar," she said. "And if you do, I'm sure we can find something. . . interesting. . . to do," she added with a smile. Alema Rar was tempted to kiss her, but remembered the guards and attendants that were watching them. "I'm sure we could. . . Tania," she said softly, so only her fellow Jedi could hear her as they continued to ascend the ramp. Tenel Ka blushed slightly, then replied in the same soft voice. "The magnetic locks on the restraints won't release until you leave Hapan space," she said with a smile. "And I had your auto-pilot is set, but for a little more. . . scenic route than you had planned on taking out." They had made it into the ship now, and Tenel Ka glanced down to see if anyone else was with in earshot. "The auto-pilot is also set not to engage unless your wristcuffs are securely locked to the belt." She paused before adding, "Of course, if you want, you can just take off, and fly home however you like." Jedi Alema Rar Visits Hapes Ch. 04 Alema Rar smiled back at her in anticipation. There was no way she could resist a game like that, and Tenel Ka knew it. "Thanks," she replied breathlessly. "Oh, one more thing," Tenel Ka said as she took a step back down the ramp. "I had some surveillance holocameras installed on board. Everything they record will be sent directly to my private com code, until you leave Hapan space." Then, with an evil grin, she added, "But they will start recording and transmitting again any time you lock the collar back on while on board, wherever you are in the galaxy." The Twi'lek clenched her legs together in arousal. "Ye—yes, Your Majesty," she stammered as Tenel Ka descended the ramp. Alema Rar could barely contain herself as she got clearance for takeoff. Luckily Tenel Ka had the ship prepped already. As soon as she cleared the atmosphere, Alema Rar turned on the auto-pilot. A message flashed on the console, MAGNETIC RESTRAINT LOCKS NOT DETECTED. . . MAGNETIC RESTRAINT LOCKS NOT DETECTED. . . . With a satisfied smile, Alema Rar pressed the heavy wristcuffs to the belt, and the auto-pilot engaged. Jedi Alema Rar Visits Hapes "But the Queen Mother left them for you, specifically to go with the rest of your outfit, Alema Rar," Lady Esoma said nervously. There was no way Alema Rar was going to allow the bondage mittens to take away the use of her hands. Her lightsaber was only a dive across the bed away, and a quick cut would free her legs from the skirt, and a couple of more careful cuts would take care of the painful ballet boots. With the mittens locked on however―and there were straps for that purpose at the tops of the gloves―she would be greatly hampered. "Forget it, it's not gonna happen," Alema Rar replied, while carefully searching with the Force for a "dead" space indicating a ysalamir. Lady Esoma's increased anxiety was obvious. "I promise nothing will happen to you, Alema Rar," she assured the Jedi. "Queen Mother Tenel Ka really wants you to wear them." Alema Rar ignored Lady Esoma's plea until she was satisfied that she there weren't any yslamiri that she could sense. That done, she turned her attention back to the human. "I said no," she stated forcefully, adding the power of the Force to the statement. Alema Rar watched Lady Esoma's disappointment that she wouldn't be wearing the gloves. After a several moments, the human turned back to the container on the dresser, and pulled out a gleaming durasteel belt, much like the one that Alema Rar had. The Twi'lek felt a twinge of regret at disappointing Lady Esoma again. "No thanks, I have my own," Alema Rar said as she brought her belt to herself with the Force. Lady Esoma looked at Alema Rar's belt, then back at the one Tenel Ka had left for her. They were nearly identical. "Well, alright then," she said as she set the belt back in the container. That was easy, Alema Rar thought as she frowned suspiciously. Pushing the suspicion aside, she closed the belt around her waist. She felt much better with her lightsaber hidden at the small of her back. "If you would please hold out your wrists, Alema Rar, the Queen Mother has also left some bracelets for you to wear," Lady Esoma said with a slight grunt as she lifted the two heavy pieces of durasteel. Fresh off her triumphs with the gloves and belt, Alema Rar obediently held her hands out. Alema Rar could tell by looking at them that they were heavy. More of a restraint than jewelry. Still, she was surprised at their heft. Each probably weighed at least two and a half kilograms. She traced a finger along the outer surface of one. Plenty hard enough to knock an opponent unconscious, but definitely too heavy to swing more than eight or nine times with any speed. Carefully, she touched the two bracelets together, to see if they were magnetized. They weren't. "What's next?" Alema Rar asked with a smile. "Ankle bracelets," Lady Esoma replied with her own smile. The ankle bracelets had to be at least twice as heavy as the heavy bracelets that were locked onto Alema Rar's wrists. She didn't quite understand why they were necessary, what with the hobble skirt and ballet boots. Since the outfit Tenel Ka had chosen for her was seriously fetish oriented, and Alema Rar's neck was still bare, she was pretty sure what was coming next. "So, got a collar in there?" Alema Rar asked, thinking of the collar that Tahiri had mentioned she'd worn while visiting Hapes. "Of course," Lady Esoma replied as she pulled out the bright silver durasteel collar. This time Alema Rar definitely felt a. . . malevolence. There was no question of its source either. The collar. Lady Esoma was oblivious to it of course. Still, it was a strong feeling. "I think I'll wear my own as well," Alema Rar said politely as she brought her spiked collar to herself with the Force. "But this piece is a priceless Hapan antique," Lady Esoma replied. "It dates back to the Lorell Raiders, nearly four thousand years ago." The message from Tenel Ka had specifically mentioned that she wanted her to wear the collar. Tahiri had also suggested that she try out a specific collar. She still wasn't convinced. In fact, this might not even be the collar that Tahiri was talking about. "I like mine better," she said, trying to get a better feeling for the collar Lady Esoma was holding. "This collar has been worn by thousands of slaves in the past. That is why Queen Mother Tenel Ka has decreed that it be worn only by the most honored of guests," the Human stated matter-of-factly. The Force was telling Alema Rar that the collar was a danger to her. But she also sensed that Esoma was telling the truth about it. There was also the fact that the message from Tenel Ka had specifically mentioned the collar. . . although it could have been faked. Even so, that made Tahiri, Tenel Ka, and a truthful Lady Esoma for Alema Rar submitting to the collar, and only her own instincts against it. "Alright then," Alema Rar said reluctantly. "I'll wear it." "Great," Lady Esoma replied with a grin. "If you'll turn around, I'll put it on you." Smiling back at her, Alema Rar turned on the ballet heels to face away from her. Almost unconsciously, she crossed her arms behind her back. She sensed Lady Esoma take a step towards her, and lift the collar to her neck. As the two ends closed, Alema Rar felt an imminent danger and tried to reach up and yank the collar off. Suddenly, her heavy bracelets clanked together, magnetically locked. The collar clicked into place and the hidden anti-Force circuitry came on. Alema Rar felt an intense pain shoot through her, and she fell into unconsciousness. * Remember, vote this story a 5, and PLEASE let me know what you think, via email or public message board. -Bethany