2 comments/ 24562 views/ 7 favorites Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia By: HandcuffGirl Authoress' notes: This is a(nother) sequel to the Imperial Prostitute series. I know I'll get a lot of negative feedback on this story, but I don't care. I really enjoy writing this, especially the character Ta'tan'ia. If you don't want to read it, don't. I really, really want to end this series, as I do feel as though it's going on too long. However, besides this 30K word story, I already have about forty-eight-hundred words of the next one written. Since Daala isn't COS in the books anymore, I'll have to end it soon. Please read and enjoy all all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. To summarize the story thus far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Empire, and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead Jaina is mentally coerced into joining the Prostitution Corps, and becoming an Imperial Prostitute. Jaina is very susceptible to the conditioning, and quickly becomes a fantastic sexual servant to the Empire. Eventually Jaina helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps, as well as Hapan Queen Mother Tenel Ka Djo. After helping keep the Hapes Consortium in the Empire, Jaina is sent to the Jedi Temple, to recruit more Jedi to the Empire. Jedi Master Cilghal discovers the Empire's conditioning however, and the Jedi manage to cure Jaina and the other affected Jedi. Luckily only human Jedi were affected. They also force Moff Jag Fel to free the Hapes Consortium from the Empire. In spite of being extremely upset at the Empire virtually brainwashing them, a few of the female Galactic Alliance Heros continue to serve the Empire. Tahiri Veila remains as High Moff Fel's personal assistant. Jysella Horn and Myri Antilles remain as Colonel Drasi's—the Commandant of the ProCorps Academy—mutual lovers and submissives. Jaina Solo becomes Kyp Durron's personal assistant. Jedi Knight Ta'tan'ia—a Twi'lek—becomes Chief of State Natasi Daala's Jedi liason. . . and submissive. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia Prologue. . . Jedi Knight Ta'tan'ia awoke a few seconds before the alarms from her chrono and comlink went off. She was lying in her bed, in her room, in the Jedi Temple. Her wrists were cuffed together in front of her, and her ankles were cuffed together as well. She was also wearing a six-centimeter-wide beskar tracking collar around her neck, and a beskar chastity belt. She stretched her cuffed arms over her head, then glanced at the time on her six-centimeter-wide beskar chrono locked around her left wrist. It was oh-four-twenty-nine, and fifty-eight seconds. When the chrono read zero-four-thirty hours, it started blaring, as did the matching beskar comlink locked around her right wrist. The beskar chain connecting her chrono and comlink together was just long enough for her to reach around and key in the password to stop the alarms. Ta'tan'ia smiled as she quickly typed I serve Chief of State Daala, into the comlink. The blaring alarms stopped, and the comlink stopped flashing. The maglocks on each end of the chain connecting her chrono and comlink together also weakened, as did the maglocks on the shackles on her ankles. Chief Daala had had that password programmed to both make sure she was alert enough to input a sufficiently complicated password, and to remind her of her place. Ta'tan'ia quickly pulled her wrists apart, and put the short chain in her nightstand drawer. Then she reached down, and pulled the beskar shackles off her ankles, and put them in the drawer as well. Next Ta'tan'ia climbed out of bed, and headed towards her compact 'fresher. As she sat up, she slid her feet into the fifteen-centimeter high heeled clear plastex slip-ons she wore around her room. Besides the heels, beskar collar, chrono, comlink, and chastity belt, Ta'tan'ia was wearing a plain black tank-top with the Chief of State's Seal over her left breast. It had been a little tricky at first to use the 'fresher while wearing her chastity belt, but her friends Jaina Solo and Syal Antilles had both been happy to give her some pointers. Now she was quite used to living in a chastity belt. After cleaning herself, and her chastity belt, Ta'tan'ia changed into her gym outfit that Chief Daala had given her, and headed to the Jedi Temple's gym. The outfit consisted of a blue sports bra and hot pants in Galactic Alliance blue. The Chief of State's official seal was over her left breast, and the words Galactic Alliance were print across the back of the hot pants in black. Ta'tan'ia was also wearing black gym shoes with ten centimeter wedge heels. The waist belt and top few centimeters of the crotch strap of her chastity belt were visible above the waistband of her hot pants. Her tracking collar, chrono, and comlink were also visible, as usual. There were only a few other Jedi working out this early. Ta'tan'ia cheerfully waved to the ones that glanced towards her, and greeted the rest with the Force as she began stretching. Ta'tan'ia stayed in the gym an hour working out, then went back to her room and took a sanisteam. Next she got dressed in her ProCorps-style uniform Chief Daala had given her, and left for the Chief of State's offices. Her duty uniform consisted of a dark brown robe, similar to what she had worn before, except the that sleeves were shorter, to display her chrono and comlink, and it stopped at mid-thigh. Underneath that she wore snug light-brown pants, and an off-white top. The top had a V-neck, to keep her tracking collar easily visible. Ta'tan'ia was also wearing knee-high brown boots with eighteen-centimeter stiletto heels. The boots had hidden shackles just below her knees, and at her ankles. Ta'tan'ia was also wearing a ten-centimeter-wide black nerfhide belt with the Chief of State's official seal on the front. She also had a durasteel head harness locked onto her head, with the Chief of State's seal centered over forehead. Underneath her tunic Ta'tan'ia was wearing a silver durasteel corset that was locked around her torso, along with her beskar chastity belt. Her beskar tracking collar, chrono, and comlink completed her uniform. Those, along with her corset, belt, head harness and boots were locked on, and only Chief Daala could release her. Twenty minutes later, just before zero-six-thirty, Ta'tan'ia arrived at the office complex. She greeted the security officers on duty, and stepped into the full-body scanner. The only noise it made was a barely perceptible humming as it did it's work. If it discovered something, it wouldn't make any sound, so it wouldn't alert whoever was being scanned. Ta'tan'ia however, was able to sense the security officer's feelings through the Force, so she knew that the scan came up clean. The officer looking at the monitor nodded towards the Sergeant, who told her to go ahead, and have a nice day. Ta'tan'ia thanked the officers, and headed towards Chief Daala's office. Ta'tan'ia knew that security officers were both tracking her movements with the signal from her tracking collar, and monitoring her through the many holocameras in the in the building. In fact, Chief Daala's security officers had been tracking her every second since Chief Daala had locked her first tracking collar around her neck several weeks ago. Since she was a Jedi, Ta'tan'ia was restricted from most of the office complex without Chief Daala's express permission. Ta'tan'ia had a specific route she had to take every morning. She didn't mind at all, she was just happy Chief Daala didn't make her take the stairs in her heels. Ta'tan'ia arrived in Chief Daala's reception area and cheerfully greeted the two YVH droids on duty. They ignored her, and instantly began matching her physical characteristics to what they had on file, and confirmed the signal from her tracking collar. They also detected the beskar in her tracking collar, chrono, comlink, and chastity belt to further check her identity. In less than a second they confirmed that she was Jedi Knight Ta'tan'ia, who was authorized to be there. They lowered their blasters, and returned to standby mode without responding to her. Chief Daala had just wanted to use her tracking collar, chrono, comlink, and chastity belt to identify her. She liked the idea of Ta'tan'ia being reduced to her restraints for identification. Ta'tan'ia kind of like the idea too. Only the possibility of someone killing her and somehow using the beskar restraints to gain entry stopped Chief Daala from implementing that plan. "Good morning Bee-Dee," Ta'tan'ia said cheerfully as she entered Chief Daala's actual office. The third YVH droid ignore her, and quickly confirmed her identity again. After half-a-second, he produced a short beskar chain with a maglock at each end. "Wrists," Bee-Dee said dispassionately, in spite of the fact that she had already turned away from him, and was holding her hands behind her back towards him. Ta'tan'ia smiled back at him as he maglocked her chrono and comlink together. She could feel several centimeters of chain hanging down from the section connecting her wrists together. Then he maglocked a leash to the front of her collar, and used it to pull her over to a spot about halfway between the pouf couches that served as an informal meeting area and the display cases where the Jedi's lightsabers were kept. "Kneel," Bee-Dee stated as he pulled her by the leash down towards the floor. Just like before, Ta'tan'ia was already obeying before he had given the command. Once she knelt, he leaned down, and pulled her cuffed wrists down to her ankles. Then he maglocked the shackles around her ankles that were built into her boots together with another section of short chain that had been hanging from her wrist cuffs. The two sections of beskar chain were connected with a third section, locking her wrists and ankles together behind her. Next Bee-Dee stood back up, still gripping her leash. Ta'tan'ia knew they would stay like that for about an hour or so, until Chief Daala arrived. She said she liked to be greeted by a kneeling and chained Jedi when she arrived every morning. Ta'tan'ia certainly enjoying obliging her, although she wasn't quite sure why she had to stay cuffed for an hour. She had asked Chief Daala, but she really didn't give her an answer, past that it just made her day a little brighter. Ta'tan'ia was happy to spend an hour every morning kneeling in chains for her Chief of State, if that's what she wanted from her. Ta'tan'ia glanced over at the display case with nearly three dozen of the Jedi's lightsabers in it. Hers was the fifth one. She was glad that Chief Daala had her lightsaber, and could track her every movement via the beskar tracking collar locked around her neck. Ta'tan'ia took a deep breath, and ran through a Jedi calming exercise. Since she couldn't masturbate, she had quickly learned that the best way to spend an hour in chains was to meditate. Nearly an hour later, Ta'tan'ia sensed Chief Daala and DP arriving in the reception area. While DP nominally had her own apartment now, Ta'tan'ia knew that she spent most nights with Chief Daala. Ta'tan'ia had gotten to spend the night occasionally as well. Chief Daala had her wear a super-sexy fetish maid's uniform while she cleaned her apartment for her. "Good morning, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia said cheerfully when Chief Daala finally entered her office proper. "Good morning Bee-Dee," Chief Daala said to the YVH droid holding Ta'tan'ia's leash. "Has my Jedi liaison been behaving herself this morning?" "Greetings, Your Excellency," Bee-Dee replied. "Yes she has." "Good," Chief Daala replied with a nod as she sat down behind her desk. "Since I have a group of Mid-Rim Senators stopping by in a bit, you can go ahead and release her." "Yes, Your Excellency," Bee-Dee responded as be began unlocking Ta'tan'ia's restraints. "Can I get you anything, Your Excellency?" Ta'tan'ia asked as she climbed to her feet. Chief Daala glanced over at the display case with the lightsabers. "Not at the moment, Ta'tan'ia. But when the Senators come in, I want you to be dusting my display case." "Of course, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied cheerfully as she brushed off her uniform pants. Chief Daala had her do that often when visitors came in, to demonstrate how much control she had over her. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Chapter 1 of 8 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Jedi Knight Ta'tan'ia stood near the exit ramp of the Chief of State's shuttle, and Syal Antilles. Chief Daala had come to Hapes to oversee the final withdrawl of the Empire from the Hapes Consortium. As Chief Daala's Jedi liaison, Ta'tan'ia had accompanied her as well. As a Jedi Knight, Ta'tan'ia would also be observing matters on Hapes for acting Grand Master Kyp Durron and the rest of the Jedi Order. Ta'tan'ia was wearing her tan Jedi uniform that Chief Daala had given her. It was patterned on the ProCorps uniforms of the Empire. Her brown boots had eighteen centimeter heels, and hidden shackles at her ankles and just below her knees. A wide brown nerfhide belt with the Chief of State's Seal on the front was locked around her waist. A durasteel head harness was locked around her head and lekku, with the Chief of State's Seal centered over her forehead. A gleaming silver six-centimeter-wide beskar tracking collar was locked around her neck, with a matching chrono on her left wrist, and a comlink on her right one. All three were easily visible. Underneath her uniform Ta'tan'ia was also wearing a durasteel corset, and a beskar chastity belt. Only Chief Daala could unlock her boots, belt, head harness, collar, chrono, comlink, and chastity belt. Syal Antilles, daughter of the famous Rogue Squadron pilot Wedge Antilles, had been brainwashed by the Empire and given age regression therapy, and reconstructive surgery to disguise her looks. Her breasts had also been enlarged to double-dee cups, then she had been given to Chief Daala as a gift. After she had been cured of the brainwashing, Syal had shocked everyone by staying on as Chief Daala's personal assistant. She even insisted being called DP, short for Daala's Pet, just like she had been before. DP was wearing a dark blue Galactic Alliance style uniform, with red trim and no rank or insignia. She was also wearing a red durasteel chrono and comlink on her wrists, and had a red durasteel collar around her neck that was partially hidden by her uniform top. Her boots were blue, with red soles and heels eighteen centimeters high. She also had a wide red nerfhide belt with the Chief of State's Seal on the front locked around her waist. Ta'tan'ia knew that she was also wearing a red durasteel corset and chastity belt underneath her uniform, and that only Chief Daala could unlock them, as well as her collar, chrono, comlink, belt, and boots. The Queen Mother of the Hapes Consortium, Tenel Ka, who was also a Jedi Knight, had been brainwashed by the Empire as well. At first the Empire made her sign a secret treaty making the Consortium an Imperial Protectorate. Then the Empire slowly took over, turning Tenel Ka into a puppet ruler. Imperial Admiral Garowyn was running the Hapes Consortium for the Empire. She attempted to rebel against the Empire though, and was killed by Tenel Ka and Jaina Solo, who was also brainwashed by the Empire. After that, Queen Tenel Ka dissolved the Hapan Monarchy, and the Hapes Consortium became part of Empire. Queen Tenel Ka had spent the last couple of months as the personal assistant to Imperial Moff Wynessa Fel, who had ruled the Hapes Sector, as the Empire called it. Like Tahiri still is to High Moff Fel, and DP is to Chief Daala, Ta'tan'ia thought to herself. Then she paused, and realized just how much some things had stayed the same after the Jedi had discovered the Imperial brainwashing scheme. Jaina Solo had been Chief Daala's first Jedi liaison. After she had recovered from the Empire's brainwashing, Chief Daala tried to get her back, probably just to annoy Master Durron. He refused, and Chief Daala asked for Ta'tan'ia, again, mostly just to annoy him. Since Master Durron was spending so much time with Jaina anyway, Ta'tan'ia volunteered to be Chief Daala's Jedi liaison. Almost immediately, Jaina assumed Ta'tan'ia's duties as Master Durron's personal assistant. Ta'tan'ia helped out DP with her personal assistant duties as much as possible, just like Jaina had when she had been Chief Daala's Jedi liaison. The shuttle's landing ramp lowered and Chief Daala walked down, followed by Ta'tan'ia, Syal, and the rest of her entourage. Queen Tenel Ka, along with a half-dozen of her advisors, was waiting for them about ten meters from the bottom of the ramp. Tenel Ka was wearing a tight-fitting purple and maroon Dathomiri lizard-hide body suit. An eight centimeter wide silver durasteel belt was around her waist, with her lightsaber maglocked to it. The Hapan Crown was on her head. About twenty silver bangle bracelets were on her right wrist. The Queen's left arm had been severed above the elbow in a lightsaber duel when she was a teenager. The Empire had forced her to receive a prosthetic arm, but she had had it removed as soon as she was free of the Empire's mental influence. The Empire had also performed age regression therapy on her that made her twenty-two years old again, which was the same age as her twin cousins, Trista and Taryn. The Hapan Queen was also wearing eight centimeter wide silver durasteel armbands on her biceps. Black calf-high lizard-hide boots with chunky heels about fifteen centimeters high were on her feet. The Empire had also shortened her Achilles tendons so she couldn't even stand in less than thirteen centimeter heels. They had done the same thing to Jaina, Tahiri and several of the other Jedi they had brainwashed. They hadn't done the procedure to Syal Antilles though, because she was serving Chief Daala publicly. "Hello, Your Excellency," Tenel Ka greeted Chief Daala politely as she descended the ramp. "Welcome to Hapes. Or, welcome back to Hapes, Your Excellency, I should say," she said with a nervous smile. "Thank you for inviting me, Your Majesty," Chief Daala replied politely as she reached the bottom of the ramp. "Once again, I want to say I'm very sorry what happened to you and your people," she said as the two groups came together. In the short time Ta'tan'ia had served Chief Daala, she had discovered that the Chief of State was, like most politicians, an excellent liar. Still, she could tell that Chief Daala wasn't all that sorry that the Empire had taken over Hapes. "Thank you, Your Excellency," Tenel Ka responded after a moment's hesitation. "I guess Garowyn making me serve you dinner in a fetish maid's uniform was a bit subtle for you," she added icily. At the mention of serving dinner in a fetish maid's uniform, Ta'tan'ia immediately began fantasizing. She glanced at Syal, who grinned back at her. They both had fetish maid's uniforms at Chief Daala's apartment on Coruscant that they wore for her. Ta'tan'ia wondered if Chief Daala had had DP pack them. Chief Daala feigned insult. "How was I supposed to know you had been brainwashed, Your Majesty?" she answered defensively. "You seemed to be enjoying yourself so much." She paused a moment, then added, "Besides, I have officially condemned the occupation of the Hapes Consortium, and am here to ensure the Empire withdraws promptly." Tenel Ka stared back incredulously at Chief Daala several seconds. Ta'tan'ia couldn't really blame her for that. Chief Daala had actively helped the Empire take over the Hapes Consortium by keeping both the Senate and the Jedi Order from interfering. Only after the Jedi Order had discovered that Chief Daala had kidnapped Jedi Leia Organa Solo and encased her in carbonite did Chief Daala reluctantly speak out against the Imperial occupation of the Hapes Consortium. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia Ch. 02 Authoress' notes: This is a(nother) sequel to the Imperial Prostitute series. I know I'll get a lot of negative feedback on this story, but I don't care. I really enjoy writing this, especially the character Ta'tan'ia. If you don't want to read it, don't. I really, really want to end this series, as I do feel as though it's going on too long. However, besides this 30K word story, I already have about forty-eight-hundred words of the next one written. Since Daala isn't COS in the books anymore, I'll have to end it soon. Please read and enjoy all all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. To summarize the story thus far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Empire, and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead Jaina is mentally coerced into joining the Prostitution Corps, and becoming an Imperial Prostitute. Jaina is very susceptible to the conditioning, and quickly becomes a fantastic sexual servant to the Empire. Eventually Jaina helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps, as well as Hapan Queen Mother Tenel Ka Djo. After helping keep the Hapes Consortium in the Empire, Jaina is sent to the Jedi Temple, to recruit more Jedi to the Empire. Jedi Master Cilghal discovers the Empire's conditioning however, and the Jedi manage to cure Jaina and the other affected Jedi. Luckily only human Jedi were affected. They also force Moff Jag Fel to free the Hapes Consortium from the Empire. In spite of being extremely upset at the Empire virtually brainwashing them, a few of the female Galactic Alliance Heros continue to serve the Empire. Tahiri Veila remains as High Moff Fel's personal assistant. Jysella Horn and Myri Antilles remain as Colonel Drasi's—the Commandant of the ProCorps Academy—mutual lovers and submissives. Jaina Solo becomes Kyp Durron's personal assistant. Jedi Knight Ta'tan'ia—a Twi'lek—becomes Chief of State Natasi Daala's Jedi liaison. . . and submissive. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Chapter 2 of 8 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ A little while after Ta'tan'ia helped Syal settle Chief Daala into her suite she received a comm call from Tenel Ka, asking her to come to one of her conference rooms for a meeting. Ta'tan'ia made sure her uniform was up to standard, then got permission from Chief Daala, and left. The Hapan guards outside the conference room announced her presence, and allowed her in. The Queen Mother was wearing the same purple and maroon Dathomiri lizard-hide she had been wearing at the spaceport. She was also wearing the same silver durasteel belt, with her lightsaber maglocked to it at her right hip. Her eight-centimeter wide durasteel armbands were still on her upper arms, and her calf-high lizard-hide boots with fifteen-centimeter heels were still on her feet. About twenty silver bangle bracelets were on her wrist, and a simple version of her crown was resting on her head. Ta'tan'ia could easily sense that that the Hapan Queen was troubled. Tenel Ka asked if she could trust Chief Daala to do what was best for the Hapes Consortium, even considering that she was a former Imperial. Ta'tan'ia replied that Chief Daala was a very honorable person, and that she believed that Chief Daala considered it her duty to see that the Empire left the Hapes Consortium as soon as possible, as they had agreed. Ta'tan'ia knew that the only reason the Empire was leaving at all was that the Jedi Masters had discovered their Jedi brainwashing plot. Tenel Ka had definitely lost the most from that. She had went from absolute monarch to virtual slave in her own Queendom. Then Tenel Ka explained that a lot of her advisors and the Hapan Nobles were questioning her ability to be Queen. She said it had always been that way, mostly because of her Jedi heritage, but losing the Consortium to the Empire had made it much worse. Tenel Ka also admitted that she doubted herself too. Then she informed her that the Hapan Nobles wanted to appoint a Regent to rule Hapes for awhile, but they couldn't agree on one of themselves. Now they wanted to ask Chief Daala to rule the Hapes Consortium as Regent. Tenel Ka made sure she knew that it would be her own decision though. Ta'tan'ia couldn't help but be surprised at that. The Hapes Consortium was traditionally a closed society, and unfriendly to outsiders. Then she realized that Chief Daala had become the Galactic Alliance Chief of State because she was the only one everyone could agree on. She hoped it would work out as well for the Hapes Consortium as it had for the Galactic Alliance. Ta'tan'ia knew that Master Durron wouldn't like the idea of Chief Daala being the Hapan Regent one bit. She was also pretty sure that Chief Daala would jump at the opportunity to rule the Hapes Consortium, if for no other reason than Master Durron wouldn't like it. Ta'tan'ia told Tenel Ka that if she did ask Chief Daala to be Regent, and she accepted, that she was sure she would do everything she could for the Hapan people. Ta'tan'ia was careful not to commit Chief Daala to anything specific. Just a few days ago she had gotten a paddling just for ordering Chief Daala's favorite meal for lunch for her without her permission. She had also had to go without her own lunch, and serve as Chief Daala's footstool while she ate the lunch she had ordered for her without her permission. It had been a very arousing experience, even if had spent the rest of the day hungry. Tenel Ka nodded her head, then asked how Master Durron would feel about Chief Daala being Regent. Ta'tan'ia told her the he wouldn't like it, but he would most likely want what was best for the Hapan people. Then Tenel Ka asked Ta'tan'ia what she thought about it. Ta'tan'ia responded by telling her that Chief Daala was a great Chief of State of the Galactic Alliance, but the decision to ask her to be Regent of Hapes was up to Tenel Ka. After a moment, Ta'tan'ia suggested that if she did ask her, she should set a time limit on her being Regent. "Good point," Tenel Ka replied, nodding her head appreciatively. Then she looked directly into Ta'tan'ia's eyes. "I'm kind of surprised you told me that, considering how. . . loyally you serve Chief Daala," she said with a friendly smile. Ta'tan'ia couldn't help but blush. "Thank you, Your Majesty," she responded with her own smile. "I try to serve Chief Daala as best I can." "I wasn't keeping up with what was going on with the Jedi while I was recovering," Tenel Ka said. "That's a tracking collar, that you let Chief Daala put on you, right?" she asked, gesturing towards the Twi'lek's beskar collar. "Yes it is, Your Majesty," Ta'tan'ia answered, smiling again. "Chief Daala decided that all Jedi must have an observer or wear a tracking collar when they leave the Temple. Quite a few of us have chose to accept a tracking collar." "I had to wear a collar too when I served the Empire," Tenel Ka said. "And a chrono and comlink, and uniform like yours too," she added. Ta'tan'ia sensed that while the memories were a little disconcerting to the Hapan Queen, they were also arousing. That had been true for most of the Jedi that had been brainwashed by the Empire she had spoken too. They seemed to be simultaneously upset and aroused at what had happened to them. That's why so many of them still wanted to wear a collar, tight-fitting durasteel chronos and comlinks on their wrists, high heels, and corsets. Ta'tan'ia certainly loved wearing them—as long as she wasn't brainwashed! "Your Majesty, Master Durron got us chronos and comlinks without the Empire's spy equipment, I'm sure he could get you a combination one like you had before," Ta'tan'ia told her. She didn't mention that hers had come from Chief Daala, who monitored and recorded everything she did on them, just like the Empire had done with the Jedi they had brainwashed. Chief Daala was the Galactic Alliance Chief of State, it was perfectly within her right to keep track of, and monitor her communications as she saw fit. "Thanks Ta'tan'ia," Tenel Ka replied. "But I think I need to stay away from that sort of thing for a while, especially in public. So many of my people were brainwashed by the Empire, I wouldn't want them to think I still was." "I understand, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered. "Didn't you wear that style of jewelry before the Empire captured you, though?" "Yes," Tenel Ka admitted. "But things are different now." She paused and glanced down at Ta'tan'ia's nerfhide belt and boots. "Do they lock on like the ProCorps uniforms?" she asked her. "Yes, Your Majesty," Ta'tan'ia answered, blushing slightly. "Please don't tell spread that around though." It would embarrass Chief Daala, she mentally added. Master Durron and some of the other Jedi knew that Ta'tan'ia's uniform was locked onto her, and that her collar, chrono, comlink, and chastity belt were beskar. They also knew just how. . . intimately she served Chief Daala. Ta'tan'ia wanted to continue to serve her as intimately as possible, and Master Durron allowed her to. Since Master Durron had his own personal assistant serving him just as intimately, he really couldn't protest anyway. "I won't," Tenel Ka assured her with a nod. "I actually enjoyed serving Moff Wynessa Fel, and the Empire. Don't mention that either," she commanded her. She paused a moment, then added, "But I don't know how much of that was the brainwashing anyway." Ta'tan'ia had heard similar stories from Jaina, Tahiri, Jysella, and even Master Ramis. If it wasn't for the brainwashing, being a ProCorps trooper wouldn't be so bad. Ta'tan'ia had certainly been ready to join up before she found out what the Empire had been doing to her friends. "I understand, Your Majesty," Ta'tan'ia responded. "And I won't." "And please don't mention this to Chief Daala. I will tell her myself when it's time," Tenel Ka said. Normally Ta'tan'ia wouldn't keep a secret from Chief Daala. This fell under her Jedi liaison discretion, in her mind though. "I won't, Your Majesty," she assured her. Ta'tan'ia also caught that she said I will tell her when it's time, not I will tell her if I have to. "Thank you, Jedi Ta'tan'ia," Tenel Ka said, standing up to leave. "You're welcome, Your Majesty," she replied, standing up as well. As Tenel Ka walked towards the door, she asked another question. "Have your Achilles tendons been shortened like mine are?" she asked, gesturing towards Ta'tan'ia's high heeled boots. "No, Your Majesty," Ta'tan'ia answered with a smile. "I've been thinking about it though." Chief Daala definitely wanted her to get them shortened. She said it would help make her more controllable, which was just how she liked her Jedi. She also wanted her to get her D-cup breasts enlarged, and get some patriotic Galactic Alliance tattoos. Tenel Ka nodded her head in understanding. "Yeah, I've been meaning to get mine repaired. It's been forever since I stood barefoot." Then she gazed down at her own legs, encased in black calf-high lizard-hide boots with fifteen-centimeter heels. "They look so sexy though, and it really does make it easier to wear high heels," she added with an embarrassed smile. "I do love your outfit, Your Majesty," Ta'tan'ia told her. "Especially your belt, and bracelets, and boots." "Thanks," Tenel Ka replied with another smile. "I like yours to." Then Tenel Ka's eyes went to Ta'tan'ia belt. "By the way, where is your lightsaber?" she asked her. "Oh, I turned it over to Chief Daala, as a symbol of my loyalty and trust in her government," Ta'tan'ia replied cheerfully. "Quite a few of the other Jedi have as well. She has them in a display case in her office," she explained. Tenel Ka stared at her a moment. "Moff Fel had mine and the others' in a display case too," she replied with a mix of anger and regret. "Never again," she said after a moment's thought, and with a reassuring pat of her lightsaber on her hip. "I understand, Your Majesty," Ta'tan'ia assured her. "But trust me, I am very happy that Chief Daala has mine, and keeps track of me," she said, gesturing towards her tracking collar. Tenel Ka smiled and nodded her head as she opened the door. Ta'tan'ia walked out, followed by the Hapan Queen. They exchanged goodbyes again, and Ta'tan'ia headed back towards the Galactic Alliance wing of the Palace. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ About seven minutes later, Ta'tan'ia was standing at parade rest before Chief Daala, who was relaxing in the reclining pouf chair. DP was on her knees in front of her, massaging her feet. "So, Ta'tan'ia, what did Tenel Ka have to talk about?" Chief Daala asked. "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, but I really can't tell you right now," Ta'tan'ia replied politely. "Her Majesty said she would discuss it with you when the time was right, though." Chief Daala smiled back at her smugly. "Did it have anything to do with the Hapan Nobles wanting me to be Regent?" she asked. Ta'tan'ia stared back at her in shock a moment. "Um, yes, Your Excellency," she responded. She wondered how Chief Daala had found out so fast. "A few Duchas came by to visit me while you were away," Chief Daala explained. "They told me they didn't trust their Queen to lead them through these perilous times. And that they needed a strong woman to take over for awhile. And that they all agreed that I was just the woman for the job," she said with a superior smile. "Sounds just like when the Galactic Alliance asked me to become its Chief of State." Ta'tan'ia could tell that Chief Daala was immensely satisfied with the idea of being Regent of the Hapes Consortium. "Uh, Yes, Your Excellency," she replied. "May I report to Master Durron now?" Since Chief Daala refused to allow a Jedi Master to accompany her to Hapes, Master Durron had gotten Chief Daala to allow her to report to him without being monitored while they were there. That meant not using her wrist comlink, as it was hardwired to be monitored and controlled by Chief Daala. She still preferred asking her permission before reporting to him though. "Yes, you may, Ta'tan'ia," she answered. "But make it clear to him that I am allowing you to inform him strictly as a courtesy. The Jedi will not interfere with the Hapan Government, and especially its soon to be Regent." "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied obediently. A few minutes later Ta'tan'ia was at a secure communications terminal the Galactic Alliance had brought. She could only contact Master Durron via voice. Chief Daala had refused to authorize full holographic communications for her—probably just to annoy Master Durron. "Hello Jedi Ta'tan'ia," Kyp Durron greeted her once the connection was made. "How are things going on Hapes?" Ta'tan'ia quickly told him how Tenel Ka was doubting herself, and thinking of asking Chief Daala to rule as Regent for awhile. Then she told him that several Duchas had approached Chief Daala behind the Queen's back. She didn't mention that Tenel Ka had said that she somewhat enjoyed being an Imperial ProCorps trooper. She considered that a private conversation between friends. "Sithspit," Master Durron replied in obvious disgust. "I suspected something like this would happen. I just didn't think they would ask Daala to take over." There was silence a moment, then he said, "I'll contact Her Majesty, and see if there is an alternative." Then he paused again. "It might be for the best though," he said thoughtfully. "Yes Master," Ta'tan'ia replied with some surprise. "Chief Daala also instructed me to tell you that she only allowed me to tell you as a courtesy, and that the Jedi would not interfere with the Hapan Government, especially its possible soon to be Regent." "That certainly sounds like her," Kyp replied with a chuckle. "Thank Her Excellency for allowing me to speak to my liaison with her office, and tell her that I understand her wishes." "Yes Master," Ta'tan'ia answered with a smile. She noticed he hadn't said he would obey Chief Daala's wishes, and she wasn't surprised by that one bit. Master Durron ended the comm call and Ta'tan'ia reported back to Chief Daala's suite. She found her lying face down on a padded table, naked except for a towel covering her ass and upper thighs. DP was giving her a full-body massage. DP was only wearing her red durasteel collar, chrono, comlink, corset, chastity belt, and a pair of red sandals with locking ankle straps and heels eighteen centimeters high. "So, how is our esteemed Grand Master of the Jedi Order doing, Ta'tan'ia?" Chief Daala asked her. "Fine, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied with a smile. "He told me thank you for allowing him to speak to his liaison to your office, and that he understands your wishes regarding interference with the Hapes Consortium's government, especially its possible new Regent." "Good. I expect him to obey them. Did he express an opinion on me being the Regent of the Hapes Consortium?" she asked as DP massaged her thigh. "Well, he didn't like it, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered. "But he did say that it might be for the best." Ta'tan'ia instantly sensed Chief Daala's surprise through the Force. She raised her head up out of the circular pillow, and stared at her. "He said that, really?" Chief Daala asked in astonishment. "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia assured her. "He did say that he would be contacting Her Majesty to talk about it, though." Chief Daala stared at her thoughtfully a moment. "Thank you Ta'tan'ia," she answered as she put her head back down. "As a reward you may masturbate to orgasm." Ta'tan'ia heard the beep of her uniform and chastity belt unlocking, and spied the remote in Chief Daala's hand. "Thank you, Your Excellency," she replied excitedly as she began stripping off her uniform. "May I use a vibrator, Your Excellency?" she asked as she laid her top and pants down neatly on the nearby pouf couch. "I don't think so, Ta'tan'ia," she replied. "After all, you did communicate with Durron without me monitoring you, like you know I like to." "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered as she pulled off her chastity belt. "I didn't want to, but Master Durron insisted," she offered. "I know, Ta'tan'ia, but you since he won't let me put him in a chastity belt and tracking collar, I have to punish you," Chief Daala explained to her with an evil smile. "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied with a smile as she plunged her fingers into her wet snatch. Chief Daala tended to take out her annoyance and anger at Master Durron and the Jedi Order on her. Ta'tan'ia was only too happy to provide her body to Chief Daala to punish for her fellow Jedi. Ta'tan'ia eagerly masturbated a meter or so from Chief Daala's massage table, while she ignored her. DP also mostly ignored her, but Ta'tan'ia saw her stealing peeks at her as she massaged Chief Daala. Ta'tan'ia kept most of her attention on Chief Daala, since she was the one that was allowing her to masturbate. Besides her tracking collar, chrono, and comlink, which never came off, Ta'tan'ia was wearing her durasteel corset. As she slipped at third finger into her soaking pussy, she winked and licked her lips at DP, who smiled back at her. "Eyes down, DP," Chief Daala commanded her without looking up. "Yes, Your Excellency, sorry," DP replied apologetically, and regretfully as she concentrated on massaging Chief Daala's left calf. Ta'tan'ia felt bad for DP. Chief Daala hadn't let her cum in over a week. Still, Ta'tan'ia didn't let that stop her from the rare privilege of her own orgasm. Ta'tan'ia kept three fingers going in her while she gazed at Chief Daala's nearly naked form lying on the massage table. She wished she could massage her too, or lick her pussy. A few minutes later, Ta'tan'ia moaned out in orgasm. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia Ch. 02 "Good job, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala congratulated her as she rolled over on the table so DP could massage her frontside. "When I'm made Regent, I might let you and DP play awhile." "Thank you, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied as she licked her pussy juices off her fingers. "May I use the 'fresher before I put my chastity belt back on?" "You may," she replied as she DP started massaging her right arm. "Thank you, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered as she hurried to the 'fresher. A couple of minutes later, Ta'tan'ia returned, her crotch clean. She quickly pulled her chastity belt back on, and locked it into place. She didn't consider not locking it for a second. She was thrilled to wear it for Chief Daala. Then she put her Jedi ProCorps-style uniform back on. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 2 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please vote me a five, and leave me feedback, public or via email. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia Ch. 03 Authoress' notes: This is a(nother) sequel to the Imperial Prostitute series. I know I'll get a lot of negative feedback on this story, but I don't care. I really enjoy writing this, especially the character Ta'tan'ia. If you don't want to read it, don't. I really, really want to end this series, as I do feel as though it's going on too long. However, besides this 30K word story, I already have about forty-eight-hundred words of the next one written. Since Daala isn't COS in the books anymore, I'll have to end it soon. Please read and enjoy all all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. - To summarize the story thus far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Empire, and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead Jaina is mentally coerced into joining the Prostitution Corps, and becoming an Imperial Prostitute. Jaina is very susceptible to the conditioning, and quickly becomes a fantastic sexual servant to the Empire. Eventually Jaina helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps, as well as Hapan Queen Mother Tenel Ka Djo. After helping keep the Hapes Consortium in the Empire, Jaina is sent to the Jedi Temple, to recruit more Jedi to the Empire. Jedi Master Cilghal discovers the Empire's conditioning however, and the Jedi manage to cure Jaina and the other affected Jedi. Luckily only human Jedi were affected. They also force Moff Jag Fel to free the Hapes Consortium from the Empire. In spite of being extremely upset at the Empire virtually brainwashing them, a few of the female Galactic Alliance Heros continue to serve the Empire. Tahiri Veila remains as High Moff Fel's personal assistant. Jysella Horn and Myri Antilles remain as Colonel Drasi's—the Commandant of the ProCorps Academy—mutual lovers and submissives. Jaina Solo becomes Kyp Durron's personal assistant. Jedi Knight Ta'tan'ia—a Twi'lek—becomes Chief of State Natasi Daala's Jedi liaison. . . and submissive. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Chapter 3 of 8 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Tenel Ka Djo was pacing her room in her fifteen-centimeter heeled boots. She was wearing the same purple and maroon lizard-hide outfit she had been wearing, along with her durasteel belt, armbands, and bangle bracelets. She was also wearing a six centimeter wide black durasteel collar. Perhaps because she felt guilty about wearing the collar, she was also still wearing her crown. Suddenly her computer terminal beeped, indicating she was receiving a HoloNet call. She automatically raised her right arm to answer it, only to remember that she wasn't wearing her ProCorps comlink. Tenel Ka cursed silently to herself as she hurried to her computer terminal. Only a limited number of people had her direct comm code, so she knew it was someone she would need to talk to. As she sat down, she saw that it was Master Durron, just as she suspected. Tenel Ka ran through a quick Jedi calming exercise, and activated the HoloNet transmission. Master Durron greeted her, then calmly asked her how she was doing. Instantly, Tenel Ka was glad the Jedi Master had commed. She told him that she was tired, worried, and frustrated, and explained that the Hapan Nobles wanted Chief Daala to be Regent. She also revealed that she was seriously considering it, as she was feeling overwhelmed by ruling the Hapes Consortium. Master Durron replied by telling her to trust in the Force, and offered whatever assistance the Jedi Order could give. Then he told her that some of her Duchas had already approached Chief Daala about the matter. That only made Tenel Ka feel worse. She told him that she should have known something like that was happening in the Palace. Master Durron reminded her to trust in the Force, and suggested that if she did ask Chief Daala to be Regent, that she limit her time she served. Tenel Ka responded by telling him that Ta'tan'ia had suggested the same thing. Master Durron finished up by promising the Jedi Order's help again should the need arise. Tenel Ka thanked him again, and they said goodbye to each other. Once she ended the HoloNet call, Tenel Ka leaned back in her chair to relax and think a few moments. As she did, she felt her collar shift on her neck. "Frakk," she muttered to herself in disgust as she reached up and tugged on the durasteel collar. She had appeared on the HoloNet wearing a collar without even realizing it. At least it was a secure transmission with Master Durron, she thought to herself. Then she decided that he probably hadn't even noticed it, or if he had, he had done an excellent job of ignoring it. After a fingering her collar a couple of moments, Tenel Ka's hand moved down to her right breast. She squeezed her cloned-tissue double-dee cup through her Dathomiri lizard-hide bodysuit. Tenel Ka let out a moan of arousal, and her hand quickly moved down to her lizard-hide covered pussy. She moaned again as she stood up, and began stripping off her bodysuit. A couple of minutes later Tenel Ka was on her bed, lying on her back, with her legs spread wide. She was naked except for a tight lizard-hide corset around her waist, and a pair of ankle-high lizard-hide ballet boots on her feet. A meter long durasteel spreader-bar with a shackle at each end held her ankles apart. A large synthrubber ball-gag was held in her mouth by the web of straps wrapped around her head. Her black durasteel collar was still around her neck, and her durasteel armbands were on her biceps. Twenty silver bangle bracelets were on her wrist. They jingled against each other as she plunged a large synthrubber vibrator in and out of her soaking pussy. Tenel Ka moaned into her gag as she masturbated. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt guilty about it, both because she was doing it, and because she didn't have Moff Wynessa Fel's permission. Tenel Ka writhed in her bonds as she shoved her fat vibrator in and out of her soaking snatch. Her arousal and moans grew with every stroke. Several minutes later, the Hapan Queen screamed into her gag and arched her back as she orgasmed. Only the durasteel spreader bar kept her legs apart. She squeezed the vibrator with her cunt muscles in bliss as she rode the orgasmic high. After about half-a-minute or so, Tenel Ka smiled evilly around her gag, and eagerly started masturbating again. Nearly ten minutes later, Tenel Ka screamed out through her gag in her second orgasm. Frakk that was good, she thought as she relaxed a few blissful moments on the bed. Eventually she reached up and began taking off her her harness gag, while holding her vibrator in place with her pussy muscles. Her ballgag came out with a 'plop.' She laid it on her bed next to her, then reached down and pulled out her vibrator, which came out with an even louder 'plop.' Then Tenel Ka eagerly raised the vibrator to her mouth, and happily began licking her pussy juice off it. When it was clean, she sat it down, reached out with the Force, and unlocked her spreader-bar with the remote on her nightstand. Once her ankles were free, Tenel Ka rolled off her bed, and stood up in her ballet-heeled ankle boots. She stood a moment, then strutted to the 'fresher to get cleaned up. When Tenel Ka came out, she retrieved her harness gag, spreader-bar, and vibe, and took them to her walk-in closet. She put them up, then took off her corset and armbands, and put them up as well. Next she picked out a set of ankle shackles connected by a forty centimeter chain to wear to bed. Tenel Ka also picked out a single durasteel wrist cuff, and a thirty centimeter long chain with a maglock at each end. She would have liked to wear the harness gag to bed too, but she didn't want the straps to leave marks on her face when she met with Moff Wynessa Fel and Chief Daala in the morning. Tenel Ka went to bed still wearing her ballet heels, durasteel collar, and twenty bangle bracelets. She locked the shackles onto her ankles, then closed the cuff around her wrist, between her hand and the bracelets. Next she maglocked one end of the thirty centimeter long chain to the cuff, and the other end to the front of her collar. She knew that not being able to reach her pussy during the night would annoy her, but she liked the bondage more. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Later that night Ta'tan'ia and DP took a sanisteam together. Both were wearing their collars, chronos, comlinks, and chastity belts. Ta'tan'ia hated not being able to do anything with DP, but that only turned her on even more. DP said that not being able to do anything for her turned her on more too. They spent nearly twenty minutes scrubbing each others bodies, along with kissing, petting, and caressing each other. They also tried to squeeze their fingers past each others' chastity belts. Ta'tan'ia didn't know why they even bothered with that though. They both knew from experience they couldn't come close to touching each others' pussies with their chastity belts on. All they did was frustrate each other even more. When they got out, they were both clean, horny, and frustrated, just like Chief Daala wanted them to be. Soon they were laying down on the room's single bed. They were still wearing their collars, chronos, comlinks, and chastity belts. Neither of them could remove their gear, but they would both have worn it to bed anyway. Normally Ta'tan'ia slept with her wrists and ankles cuffed together, and she knew that DP normally slept in some sort of bondage as well. Tonight though, Chief Daala told them not to. Neither of them were bothered at all by sharing a bed, or at not being cuffed. In fact, Ta'tan'ia was very much looking forward to sharing a bed with DP, even if they were both wearing their chastity belts. The two collared women settled down on their sides, with DP spooning Ta'tan'ia from behind. Ta'tan'ia smiled back at her, and draped her right lek, her tchin, over DP's neck, a strong sign of intimacy for a Twi'lek. DP responded by draping her arm over Ta'tan'ia, gently stroking her breast, then pulling her closer. They had only been in bed a few minutes when DP's wrist comlink flashed, indicating an incoming call. "It's my sister," DP said with a smile as she activated the voice-only link. "Hey DP," Myri Antilles said once the link was established. "Hey Sixty," DP replied cheerfully. "I hope Nine is taking care of Commandant Drasi?" "Nope, I'm right here," former Jedi Knight Jysella Horn chimed in. "He's with Stormie right now, probably fucking her or something." Ta'tan'ia smiled and reached behind her and caressed DP's toned tummy as she listened. DP was as comfortable being called her pet name by her sister as she was calling her and Jysella their ProCorps names. Ta'tan'ia had never met Commandant Drasi, but she knew he was in charge of the Imperial ProCorps Academy. General Wedge Antilles' younger daughter Myri, and Jedi Master Corran Horn's daughter Jysella had both been Commandant Drasi's personal ProCorps troopers. When they had been cured of the Empire's brainwashing, they both insisted on continuing to serve him, much like DP had with Chief Daala. Ta'tan'ia didn't know much about Stormie either, but she had heard from Jaina, DP, Jysella and a few of the others that she worked at the ProCorps Academy, and had some very interesting tattoos. Ta'tan'ia also noticed that Jysella didn't sound the least bit jealous that Commandant Drasi was having sex with another woman. Ta'tan'ia certainly didn't feel jealous when Chief Daala spent time with Admiral Bwua'tu, and left her horny and frustrated in her chastity belt. DP giggled a moment. "Sounds like fun. Tell them both I said hi," she replied, pinching Ta'tan'ia's nipple. "We will," Myri assured her. "But the reason we commed is, we want you to come visit us and Commandant Drasi on Bastion. He and Moff Fel have both already given their permission, and Commandant Drasi really wants to see you again too." DP considered that a moment. "Well, I'll have to get Chief Daala's permission," she answered. "But I thought you were at the ProCorps Academy?" "We are, but we are inviting Mom and Dad, and the Horns too, and we don't think Dad and Master Durron want to visit the ProCorps Academy," Myri replied. "Ah, okay," DP said in understanding. "Well, I'd love to come visit you and Nine and Commandant Drasi, if Chief Daala allows me." "We hope she does too," Myri responded. "We really want to see you." "Me too," DP assured them. "But right now, Ta'tan'ia and I have to get some sleep. We have to get up early in the morning to help Chief Daala get ready." "Tell Chief Daala we said hi," Myri said cheerfully. "And give Ta'tan'ia a kiss goodnight for me." "Me too," Jysella added. "Only if you kiss Nine for me," DP replied, giving Ta'tan'ia a flirtatious smile as she looked back at her. "Of course," Myri answered. "Goodnight, Sixty-Nine," Ta'tan'ia said into DP's wrist comlink, referring to both of them. "Goodnight, DP, Ta'tan'ia," Myri and Jysella answered together. "Goodnight," DP replied. Then she closed the link, still smiling at Ta'tan'ia. "You know you'll probably have to take over for me as Her Excellency's PA, if she lets me go," DP said to her. "I know," Ta'tan'ia answered with a grin, still looking back at her. "And I'll be happy to serve Her Excellency, in whatever way she wants me too." Then she twisted a little more around, and said, "And I believe someone promised me a goodnight kiss from their sister and friend?" DP leaned in closer, and the two shared a long, open-mouthed kiss. When they finished, they settled back into their spooning position, with Ta'tan'ia's tchin draped back over DP's neck, and DP's arm draped over Ta'tan'ia's side, her hand on her breast. Some time later, Ta'tan'ia was awakened by her wrist comlink vibrating. She glanced down, and saw that it was Chief Daala summoning her. Ta'tan'ia silenced the alert, then gently lifted DP's arm off her and sat up. She quickly slid her feet into the clear plastex heels she had left at the bedside. On the way out of the room she pulled on a very short white silk robe. It came to just above mid-thigh, and had three-quarter length sleeves to cover her chastity belt and leave her tracking collar, chrono, and comlink visible. Ta'tan'ia stepped out into the main room, closed the door behind herself as silently as possible, then hurried across the main room to Chief Daala's door, then opened it. "You called for me, Your Excellency?" she asked quietly from just inside the open doorway. Chief Daala looked up at her sleepily from the bed. "Yes Ta'tan'ia. Get me a glass of water," she instructed her with a lazy yawn. "Of course, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied softly as she walked over to the nightstand. There was a pitcher of water sitting on a conservator plate to keep it cool, with an empty glass next to it. Ta'tan'ia also noticed the remote Chief Daala had used to awaken her, and summon her all the way from her room just to pour her a glass of water. It was one of the subtle ways Chief Daala had of demonstrating her power over her and DP, and the realization made Ta'tan'ia smile with pleasure. Ta'tan'ia carefully poured the water into the glass, handed it to Chief Daala, then waited patiently for her to finish it. "Thank you, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala said after she took a small sip. "I hope that wasn't too much trouble for you?" "You're Welcome, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied as she took the glass from her and sat it back on the nightstand. "And not at all. I'm happy to serve you, in whatever way you wish." Chief Daala smiled up at her a moment. "Good girl," she said. Then her eyes went to her beskar tracking collar. "I hope your collar and chastity belt don't make it too hard for you to get some sleep?" Not at all, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered with a cheerful grin. "I rest much easier knowing that my Chief of State is tracking me, and controlling my sexual activity. In fact, I doubt I could get to sleep without them now," she explained. "Good girl, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala told her with a smile. "You may go back to bed now," Chief Daala said as she laid her head back down. "Yes, Your Excellency, thank you," Ta'tan'ia replied with a cheerful curtsey. She left the room, and returned to hers and DP's. "Hey," DP said from the bed as Ta'tan'ia hung her robe on the hook just inside the door. "What did Our Excellency want? Fluff her pillows? Adjust the temperature one degree?" Ta'tan'ia grinned at her as she stepped out of her heels. "A sip of water from her nightstand," she answered as she slid into the bed next to her. DP smiled intimately at her as she caressed her beskar chastity belt. Ta'tan'ia leaned in close and the two shared another sensual open-mouthed kiss. Soon they fell back to sleep, facing each other, with their limbs entwined. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ The next morning Tenel Ka awoke early, but not quite as early as she normally had when she had been a ProCorps trooper. Her first thought was of serving Moff Fel caf, and briefing her on her schedule. Then she remembered that she wasn't a ProCorps trooper anymore. She was the Queen Mother of the Hapes Consortium—and she had to stand up to Moff Fel and the Empire. She wriggled to her nightstand, and used the remote to release her wrist cuff from her collar. Then she rolled out of bed, and shuffled to the 'fresher in her ballet heels and ankle shackles. Next she shuffled to her walk-in closet to take off the rest of her bondage gear. Tenel Ka emerged wearing a dark purple leotard with a gray sports bra and tights. Her custom-made black gym shoes with fifteen-centimeter heels were on her feet. Since she couldn't take them off by herself, she was also still wearing the twenty bangle bracelets on her wrist. She walked to her outer door, opened it, and had one of the guards on duty help her take them off. Then she put the bracelets up, and tucked her comlink into a small pocket on her leotard. Working out was one of the times a wrist comlink was actually better than a regular one, but she would just have to make do. Then she went to the Royal gym, accompanied by four of her guards. She worked out for forty-five minutes, then returned to her Royal Suite to get ready for the day. When she arrived, she found two of her servants cleaning. She thanked them for their hard work, something she didn't do very often before becoming a ProCorps trooper, then took a sanisteam. When she emerged from the 'fresher Tenel Ka was wearing her clear plastex heels and a short black Selab Moth Fiber robe. She found one of her twin cousins waiting to help her get ready. "Zero—Sorry, Trista," she quickly corrected herself, while mentally cursing her mistake. "Good morning," she added, shaking her head apologetically. "Don't worry about it, Your Majesty," Trista replied with a forgiving smile. "Let me help you get dressed for today." Trista was wearing a maroon bodysuit with black trim. She was also wearing black crotch-high boots with fifteen-centimeter heels. A wide black nerfhide belt hung low on her hips. "Thanks," Tenel Ka replied. Half an hour later the Hapan Queen was wearing a black and dark gray Dathomiri lizard-hide bodysuit, with black ankle boots that had chunky fifteen-centimeter heels. She was also wearing her silver durasteel belt, with her lightsaber maglocked to it at her hip. She had decided to go without her armbands or wrist jewelry for today. One of the simpler versions of her Crown was on her head. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 3 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia Ch. 03 Remember, please vote me a five, and leave me feedback, public or via email. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia Ch. 04 Authoress' notes: This is a(nother) sequel to the Imperial Prostitute series. I know I'll get a lot of negative feedback on this story, but I don't care. I really enjoy writing this, especially the character Ta'tan'ia. If you don't want to read it, don't. I really, really want to end this series, as I do feel as though it's going on too long. However, besides this 30K word story, I already have about forty-eight-hundred words of the next one written. Since Daala isn't COS in the books anymore, I'll have to end it soon. Please read and enjoy all all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. To summarize the story thus far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Empire, and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead Jaina is mentally coerced into joining the Prostitution Corps, and becoming an Imperial Prostitute. Jaina is very susceptible to the conditioning, and quickly becomes a fantastic sexual servant to the Empire. Eventually Jaina helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps, as well as Hapan Queen Mother Tenel Ka Djo. After helping keep the Hapes Consortium in the Empire, Jaina is sent to the Jedi Temple, to recruit more Jedi to the Empire. Jedi Master Cilghal discovers the Empire's conditioning however, and the Jedi manage to cure Jaina and the other affected Jedi. Luckily only human Jedi were affected. They also force Moff Jag Fel to free the Hapes Consortium from the Empire. In spite of being extremely upset at the Empire virtually brainwashing them, a few of the female Galactic Alliance Heros continue to serve the Empire. Tahiri Veila remains as High Moff Fel's personal assistant. Jysella Horn and Myri Antilles remain as Colonel Drasi's—the Commandant of the ProCorps Academy—mutual lovers and submissives. Jaina Solo becomes Kyp Durron's personal assistant. Jedi Knight Ta'tan'ia—a Twi'lek—becomes Chief of State Natasi Daala's Jedi liaison. . . and submissive. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Chapter 4 of 8 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Ta'tan'ia and DP awoke to the sound of their chrono alarms. They quickly keyed in the password to shut off their alarms, then got up, stepped into their clear plastex heels, and began straightening up their room. Then they pulled on their robes, DP's in blue and Ta'tan'ia's in white, and headed to the main room. On Chief Daala's instruction, DP had reserved an hour for the three of them in the Galactic Alliance wing's gym, when Chief Daala woke up. While they were waiting for that, they began straightening the main room and kitchenette. Half-an-hour later, Chief Daala, along with DP and Ta'tan'ia left for the gym, accompanied by a pair of security officers. All three of them were wearing comfortable Galactic-Alliance-Blue sweats. Ta'tan'ia's tracking collar, chrono, and comlink were visible, as usual. She was wearing her durasteel head harness too. DP was also wearing her chrono and comlink, but not her durasteel collar. She was carrying a small gym bag too. Once they arrived at the gym, the female guard went in with them, while the male stayed outside. Ta'tan'ia and DP happily stripped off their sweats to reveal their ProCorps inspired outfits. Both of the officers knew about Ta'tan'ia and DP's chastity belts and collars, but Chief Daala didn't like her male security officers to watch her work out. As Chief Daala's Jedi liaison, Ta'tan'ia wore a Galactic Alliance blue sports bra and hot pants. The words Galactic Alliance were printed across the back of the hot pants, and the Chief of State's seal was over her left breast. Ta'tan'ia was also wearing black gym shoes with ten centimeter wedge heels. The waist belt and top few centimeters of the crotch strap of her chastity belt were visible above the waistband of her hot pants. Her tracking collar, chrono, and comlink were also visible, as usual. DP's outfit matched Ta'tan'ia's. The waist band and top few centimeters of the crotch strap of her red durasteel chastity belt were visible as well. As soon as she was out of her sweats, DP reached into her gym bag, pulled out her red durasteel collar, and locked it around her neck. Ta'tan'ia, DP, and Chief Daala stretched, then began working out. The three women didn't quite work out together though. Chief Daala did her own routine, both because she was quite a bit older than her PA and Jedi liaison, and because it just wasn't proper for her to work out along side her staff. Since Ta'tan'ia was a Jedi, her routine was much more advanced than Syal's, even though the former fighter pilot and ProCorps trooper was in excellent shape. Chief Daala finished a half-hour later, but gave Ta'tan'ia and DP permission to keep going. Ta'tan'ia and DP worked out another twenty minutes, then did there cool down routine, and put their sweats back on. "Don't forget to take off your collar, DP," Ta'tan'ia reminded her with a smile as they were about to leave. "Oops, thanks," DP said with an embarrassed smile. Then she frowned. "It's locked on," she explained, her frown turning back into an embarrassed smile. DP promptly commed Chief Daala, but got no response. She and Ta'tan'ia concluded that she was probably in the 'fresher. Since only Chief Daala could unlock her collar, DP decided to wear it back to the room. She picked up her gym bag, and they went back to Chief Daala's suite. Once they arrived, DP and Ta'tan'ia reported to Chief Daala, who was just getting out of the sanisteam. DP explained that she forgot to remind her to program her collar to unlock after her workout, so she had had to wear it back to the suite. Ta'tan'ia smiled as she took responsibility for Chief Daala's mistake. She would have done the same herself. Their ProCorps training had taught them that they were always wrong, even when they were right. Ta'tan'ia couldn't imagine even implying that was wrong about something, even without her ProCorps training. She was her Chief of State after all! Chief Daala responded by telling DP to remind her to punish her for the mistake later, then told them to take a sanisteam and get dressed. A while later Ta'tan'ia, DP, and Chief Daala headed to the Royal Conference Room for the talks with the Empire and Tenel Ka. Ta'tan'ia was wearing her ProCorps-style Jedi uniform, while DP was wearing her ProCorps-style Galactic Alliance uniform. Chief Daala was wearing a dark gray military-style uniform. When they arrived at the conference room, Tenel Ka was already there, along with one of her cousins, and Ducha Ta'i Shume. Tenal Ka was wearing a dark lizard-hide bodysuit, with her silver durasteel belt, and lightsaber. Her crown was on her head. Her cousin was wearing a maroon bodysuit with black trim, and black crotch-high boots. A wide black nerfhide belt hung low on her hips. "Good morning, Your Excellency," Tenel Ka said when Chief Daala entered the room. "Ta'tan'ia, Syal," she added with a nod towards them. "I hope you slept well?" "Good morning, Your Majesty," Chief Daala replied. "We slept wonderfully, thank you." Ta'tan'ia and DP both nodded their heads in agreement. They were used to Chief Daala answering things like that for them. Ta'tan'ia had greatly enjoyed sleeping with DP anyway. "I'm glad, Your Excellency," Tenel Ka responded. "This is Trista Zel, and Ducha Ta'i Shume," she said, gesturing first towards her cousin, then the older Ducha. "Nice to meet you again," Chief Daala told them. "This is Syal Antilles, my personal assistant, and this is my Jedi liaison, Ta'tan'ia, who will be observing matters for the Jedi Order, as we agreed with Master Durron." The Hapans greeted Ta'tan'ia and DP, and the six women chatted while they waited for the Imperials. A few minutes later Moff Wynessa Fel arrived, accompanied by General Lovvel. The Imperials exchanged polite greetings with the Hapans, then greeted Chief Daala. "By the way, Your Excellency, allow me to compliment you on your brilliant idea of locking tracking collars on your Jedi," Moff Wyness Fel said to Chief Daala. "It will make them a lot more controllable, and must say, Ta'tan'ia's looks very nice on her," she added, smiling at the purple-skinned Twi'lek. Then she glanced at Syal. "And yours looks nice on you too, DP." Ta'tan'ia felt herself flush with embarrassment. . . and arousal. She saw DP blushing as well. Ta'tan'ia also noticed that Moff Fel had called Syal DP. "Thank you, Moff Fel," Chief Daala replied with a smile. "I do wish more of the Jedi would accept them, but I know that Ta'tan'ia is happy to wear hers, aren't you Ta'tan'ia?" "Very, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied with adoration. Then she turned to Moff Fel. "I'm thrilled to show my loyalty and trust in Chief Daala and her government by wearing a tracking collar, and turning my lightsaber over to her," she explained sincerely. "Very good, Jedi Ta'tan'ia," Moff Fel responded with a surprised smile. "Chief Daala is lucky to have such loyal Jedi as you serving her." "And we are lucky to have such a wonderful Chief of State, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied cheerfully. Then Moff Fel looked back towards Chief Daala. "And I hope DP here is serving you as well as she always has, Your Excellency?" Ta'tan'ia saw DP blush again. "She certainly does," Chief Daala replied proudly, with an affectionate pat on DP's shoulder. "The Empire trained her well. Now that she's given up that silly notion of following her father and piloting starfighters, she is happy to serve a greater purpose. Aren't you, Syal?" "Of course, Your Excellency," DP replied with a smile. "I'm much happier serving you than I was flying starfighters," she explained sincerely. Ta'tan'ia didn't sense as much as a microgram of deceit from DP as she said that. All she felt from her was pride, and arousal. Ta'tan'ia did sense a mixture of annoyance, resentment, and arousal from Tenel Ka, however. She wasn't sure if it was from the conversation, or the fact that Chief Daala and Moff Fel were ignoring her though. "Um, excuse me ladies," Tenel Ka interrupted. "If it's okay with everyone, I'd like to get started," she suggested politely. Chief Daala and Moff Fel both glanced at the Hapan Queen a moment, then at each other. "An excellent idea, Your Majesty," Chief Daala answered after a noticeable pause. At the same time, she stepped towards the conference table. Ta'tan'ia and DP automatically followed, with DP hurrying in front of her to pull out her chair for her. There were four sides to the talks. The Hapan delegation, lead by Queen Tenel Ka, and the Imperials, lead by Moff Wynessa Fel. Chief Daala was technically neutral, and represented the Galactic Alliance. Ta'tan'ia was also neutral, and spoke for the Jedi Order. Master Durron had also instructed her to make sure Chief Daala enforced the Empire's complete withdrawal form the Hapes Consortium. As the host, and grieved party, Tenel Ka brought up points and they all went over the details of how the Empire would be leaving, or returning something to Hapes. Ta'tan'ia could tell immediately that Tenel Ka was out of her depth. She spoke to General Lovvel, Chief Daala, and especially Moff Fel like she was still a ProCorps trooper. She barely seemed to be able to work up the courage to make the most basic demands of Moff Fel and General Lovvel. Moff Fel and General Lovvel both seemed a bit condescending and rude towards Tenel Ka, especially considering that the Empire had already agreed to most of the things they were talking about. Chief Daala repeatedly had to step in and step in and set things straight. It didn't take Ta'tan'ia long to become even more convinced that Chief Daala should probably be Regent of Hapes for awhile. Chief Daala also made quite a few comments about how the Jedi had messed things up by trying to work out an agreement best left to governments, and now she had to fix it. Moff Fel always promptly agreed with her. Ta'tan'ia simply apologized for the Jedi, and always thanked Chief Daala for her wise leadership. Tenel Ka weakly tried to defend the Jedi. Then Chief Daala would say something offhanded about respecting Tenel Ka's opinion, and get everyone back on task. After a particularly difficult discussion, Chief Daala announced a two hour lunch break. Then Chief Daala surprised Ta'tan'ia by asking Tenel Ka to stay and speak with her a few minutes. Tenel Ka spoke to Trista a moment, then she left, along with everyone else. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ "I'm sorry about the Imperials' behavior, Your Majesty," Chief Daala said apologetically once the room was empty except for the two of them. "I would love to help more, but there's only so much I can do as a neutral representative," she explained with a shrug of her shoulders. Tenel Ka stared back at her blankly. The bait was obvious. She practically said, make me Regent and I'll take care of everything. The problem was, everyone seemed to think she was right, her included. "I know some of my Duchas have already talked to you, Your Excellency," Tenel Ka finally responded. "They just want what's best for the Hapan people, Your Majesty," Chief Daala replied sincerely. "As does Master Durron," she added with a hint of smugness. "And as should you, Your Majesty." Tenel Ka sighed, and ran through a Jedi calming exercise. "One month," she said after several seconds. "What?" Chief Daala asked in confusion. "Your Excellency, as the Queen Mother of the Hapes Consortium, I'm asking you to assume power as Regent of the Hapes Consortium for one month," Tenel Ka told her calmly. Chief Daala smiled politely, but Tenel Ka could sense the hint of smugness coming from her. "I'm honored by the offer, but I'm afraid that's not long enough to ensure the Hapes Consortium has overcame the Empire's influence, or long enough for you to be ready to be its Queen again," Chief Daala replied. Tenel Ka ran through another Jedi calming exercise. Master Durron and Ta'tan'ia had warned her something like this would happen. The truth was though, Chief Daala was probably right. "How much time do you think you need, Your Excellency?" she asked tentatively. "Well, Your Majesty, It's hard to put a time frame on something like this," she responded thoughtfully. "Why don't we start with a year, then discuss things with the Duchas?" Tenel Ka's eyes went wide with shock. "I can't do that, Your Excellency," she answered firmly. Then she paused a moment. The Consortium needed a stronger leader. She needed her. "What about three months, Your Excellency?" she offered. "Then, if I don't think I'm ready to be Queen again, we will extend your Regency another three months," Tenel Ka said politely. "But the Hapan Duchas have no say in the matter," she stated firmly. Tenel Ka waited patiently while she considered her offer. "Agreed, Your Majesty," Chief Daala finally replied. "I will rule the Hapes Consortium as Regent for three months, and if you're not ready to be Queen at that time, another three months." "Thank you, Your Excellency," Tenel Ka replied, greatly relieved. She felt like a huge burden had been lifted from her shoulders. She was still a little uncertain about the whole thing though. "Good," Chief Daala replied with satisfaction. "I suggest we postpone the talks until tomorrow morning, so we can sign the appropriate documents, to make it official, Your Majesty," she informed her. "I'll also need to take care of some other things before we resume the talks with the Imperials." "Yes, Your Excellency," Tenel Ka agreed, still with some amount of trepidation. She wondered what sort of things she had to take care of. Tenel Ka summoned her cousin Taryn, and a couple other of her most trusted advisors, and told them the news. They weren't quite thrilled, but they definitely agreed with and supported the decision. Tenel Ka had already prepared a document making the Regency official. They quickly began editing it to match the current agreement she had just made with Chief Daala. Half-an-hour later, they held a brief ceremony, and signed it, making Natasi Daala Regent of the Hapes Consortium. Ta'tan'ia was on hand to voice the support of the Jedi Order, and to congratulate Hapes' new Regent. Moff Wynessa Fel also voiced the support of the Empire. Regent Daala spent the afternoon speaking with the Queen's advisors, and the Hapan Nobles. She also prepared several decrees. One stated that all Jedi in the Hapes Consortium had to have a tracking device secured on themselves. She also ordered all lightsabers to be confiscated. After giving some instructions to Ta'tan'ia, Chief Daala requested Tenel Ka's presence in one of the Royal Palace's sitting rooms, to inform her of the new decrees before they became public. Besides her Jedi liaison, she also had an YVH droid, BD-01, present. BD-01 was the YVH droid that cuffed her every morning when she arrived at Chief Daala's office. She wondered if the droid missed cuffing her as much as she missed him cuffing her. Then she wondered if Bee-Dee would be cuffing Tenel Ka. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ The Hapan Queen arrived ten minutes later, wearing the same black and dark gray Dathomiri lizard-hide bodysuit she had been wearing that morning, along with black ankle boots with chunky fifteen-centimeter heels. She was also wearing her silver durasteel belt, with her lightsaber maglocked to it at her hip, and one of the simpler versions of her Crown. "Good afternoon, Your Majesty," Ta'tan'ia greeted her as she let the Hapan Queen in. She could sense the Queen's curiosity through the Force. She could also sense that she was much more relaxed than she had been that morning during the talks with the Imperials. "Hello Your Highness," Tenel Ka greeted Regent Daala as a Regent should be addressed. "Ta'tan'ia," she said with a polite nod of her head. "Hello, Your Majesty, thank you for coming so quickly," Chief Daala replied with a nod. Then she got to the reason she had summoned her. "Your Majesty, I know you might not agree with some of the decisions I make as Regent, but it's important for you to completely support them in public, for the good of the Hapes Consortium; don't you agree?" Chief Daala asked her. Ta'tan'ia could sense Tenel Ka's uncertainty, and her slight arousal. "Um, Yes, Your Highness," she replied after a moment's hesitation. "Good, Your Majesty," Chief Daala replied with a smile. "Now, in the Galactic Alliance, all my Jedi have observers with them when they leave their Temple, or they have a tracking device. Since I rule the Hapes Consortium now, all Jedi will have to have a tracking device, because it's cheaper than having an observer." On cue, Ta'tan'ia pulled out a six centimeter wide silver durasteel tracking collar, and passed it to Chief Daala. It had a virtually invisible hinge at each side, and closed with a maglock in the back that was almost invisible as well, just like the other tracking collars. Ta'tan'ia could sense Tenel Ka's hesitancy, and growing arousal as she caught sight of the gleaming collar. "I'm the Queen Mother of the Hapes Consortium," Tenel Ka protested. "And you are a Jedi, Your Majesty," Chief Daala answered. "And as the Queen, it's important you support my policies, for the good of the Hapan people." She paused a moment, and glanced at Ta'tan'ia with a slight smile. "Besides, Ta'tan'ia and I both think it would look great on you," she told the Hapan Queen with a smile. Ta'tan'ia could sense Tenel Ka's arousal, and some remaining reluctance, as she stepped forward and gently took the Hapan Queen's arm. She guided her towards Chief Daala, while telling her to relax, and that she knew she really wanted to wear it. When they got to Chief Daala, Ta'tan'ia kept one hand on Tenel Ka's arm, while lifting her hair out of the way with her other hand. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia Ch. 04 "You do want to show your support for my Regency, don't you, Your Majesty?" Chief Daala asked her as she held the open circle of durasteel just in front of her. Ta'tan'ia could sense Tenel Ka's intense arousal at this point. The Hapan Queen responded with a slight nod of her head as she stared at the tracking collar. Chief Daala flashed a satisfied smile, then carefully closed the durasteel around the Queen's neck. Ta'tan'ia felt a surge of arousal from Tenel Ka as the collar shut around her neck. She also felt a wave of arousal from herself as she heard the familiar sound of the maglock snapping together, and the knowledge that she had helped Chief Daala collar another Jedi. "You look fantastic, Your Majesty," Chief Daala said appreciatively as Ta'tan'ia let her hair fall back into place. "This is just a temporary one, by the way. In a few days I'll have your permanent tracking collar ready for you." Tenel Ka reached up, and fingered the collar. Ta'tan'ia could sense her mix of uncertainty, fear, and arousal. She didn't seem to really be listening to Chief Daala though. "Now that that is taken care of, Your Majesty, I am also ordering all lightsabers in the Hapes Consortium to be confiscated. That includes yours, Your Majesty," Chief Daala said after a few moments. That definitely caught Tenel Ka's attention. "I can't, Your Highness," she replied as she put her hand on her lightsaber defensively. "I need it." "Now now, Your Majesty," Chief Daala gently chided her. "Ta'tan'ia has turned hers over to be, as have quite a few of the other Jedi. Coruscant is a lot more dangerous place than Hapes. If they can do it, so can you." Ta'tan'ia gave Tenel Ka a friendly smile as she glanced at her, and she reached out with the Force to reassure her. "Your Highness, I have to defend myself against assassination attempts," she informed her politely. "I have to have my lightsaber." Chief Daala gave her a satisfied smile. "I have arranged for an elite security detail to come in for that, Your Majesty. They will answer only to me, and I assure you, you will be perfectly safe under their protection." Ta'tan'ia could sense Tenel Ka's reluctance. She knew it must be hard for her to trust someone with her lightsaber after being brainwashed and betrayed by the Empire. "Please don't, Your Highness," Tenel Ka protested weakly. "Tenel Ka, as the Regent of the Hapes Consortium, I am ordering you to give me your lightsaber. If you need it again, rest assured I will return it to you." She paused a moment, then added, "I don't want to see you get hurt, Your Majesty, but how will it look for the Queen to flaunt one of the first decrees her Regent issues?" Ta'tan'ia could sense Tenel Ka's hesitation starting to waver. "It's okay, Your Majesty," she told her softly as she reached for her magnetic belt. "You can trust Regent Daala. She'll take care of you," she said as she carefully pulled her lightsaber off her belt. Ta'tan'ia passed the lightsaber to Bee-Dee, who secured it in an internal storage compartment designed especially for lightsabers. "Thank you, Your Majesty," Chief Daala told her with a smile. "You've been a very good Queen. A very obedient Queen." Ta'tan'ia sensed the spike of arousal from Tenel Ka when Chief Daala called her an obedient Queen. "Thank you, Your Highness," she replied tentatively. Chief Daala smiled at her a moment. "Would you like to show me just how good of an obedient, submissive Queen you are, Your Majesty?" she asked her. Ta'tan'ia sensed another, bigger, spike of arousal from Tenel Ka. "Ye—Yes, Your Highness," the Hapan Queen replied meekly. "Good," Chief Daala replied. Then she glanced at Ta'tan'ia. "Help our Queen strip, Ta'tan'ia," she instructed her. "Yes, Your Highness," Ta'tan'ia answered cheerfully as she stepped towards Tenel Ka. A few moments later, the Hapan Queen was naked except for her tracking collar. Chief Daala had even instructed Ta'tan'ia to remove her ankle boots. "But I can't stand without heels, Your Highness," Tenel Ka protested meekly from her knees. Chief Daala smiled down at her. "That's okay Your Majesty. I like you much better down there. It puts your pretty little mouth at just the right height to please me." With that Chief Daala began pulling off her uniform pants. Ta'tan'ia felt another wave of arousal from Tenel Ka through the Force, and felt her own as she watched her prepare to allow Tenel Ka to lick her pussy. As she laid her pants on one of the pouf couches, Chief Daala dismissed Ta'tan'ia. As she walked out, she glanced back to see Tenel Ka crawling towards Chief Daala, who was sitting on a pouf chair, with her legs spread wide. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 4 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please vote me a five, and leave me feedback, public or via email. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia Ch. 05 Authoress' notes: This is a(nother) sequel to the Imperial Prostitute series. I know I'll get a lot of negative feedback on this story, but I don't care. I really enjoy writing this, especially the character Ta'tan'ia. If you don't want to read it, don't. I really, really want to end this series, as I do feel as though it's going on too long. However, besides this 30K word story, I already have about forty-eight-hundred words of the next one written. Since Daala isn't COS in the books anymore, I'll have to end it soon. Please read and enjoy all all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. To summarize the story thus far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Empire, and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead Jaina is mentally coerced into joining the Prostitution Corps, and becoming an Imperial Prostitute. Jaina is very susceptible to the conditioning, and quickly becomes a fantastic sexual servant to the Empire. Eventually Jaina helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps, as well as Hapan Queen Mother Tenel Ka Djo. After helping keep the Hapes Consortium in the Empire, Jaina is sent to the Jedi Temple, to recruit more Jedi to the Empire. Jedi Master Cilghal discovers the Empire's conditioning however, and the Jedi manage to cure Jaina and the other affected Jedi. Luckily only human Jedi were affected. They also force Moff Jag Fel to free the Hapes Consortium from the Empire. In spite of being extremely upset at the Empire virtually brainwashing them, a few of the female Galactic Alliance Heros continue to serve the Empire. Tahiri Veila remains as High Moff Fel's personal assistant. Jysella Horn and Myri Antilles remain as Colonel Drasi's—the Commandant of the ProCorps Academy—mutual lovers and submissives. Jaina Solo becomes Kyp Durron's personal assistant. Jedi Knight Ta'tan'ia—a Twi'lek—becomes Chief of State Natasi Daala's Jedi liaison. . . and submissive. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Chapter 5 of 8 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The following morning, Chief Daala, along with DP and Ta'tan'ia went to the Royal gym for their morning workout. As soon as they arrived, DP put on her red durasteel collar. Tenel Ka was also there, along with her twin cousins, Taryn and Trista. Tenel Ka was wearing a blue leotard, with a gray sports bra and tights. She was also wearing her black gym shoes with fifteen centimeter wedge heels. The leotard had a high neck, which mostly hid her tracking collar. Chief Daala immediately informed her that her tracking collar must be visible at all times, as a symbol of support for her Regency. Tenel Ka blushed with embarrassment, and meekly pulled down the fabric of her leotard. Trista and Taryn were both wearing ProCorps-style sports bras and hot pants. Taryn's was gold with maroon trim, and Trista's was maroon with gold trim. Both also had black gym shoes with fifteen centimeter wedge heels like their Queen. They had also had their tendons shortened by the Empire, to match Tenel Ka's. In fact, the three practically looked liked identical triplets, except for Tenel Ka's amputated left arm. Chief Daala also suggested that from now on, the Hapan Queen should wear just a sports bra and hot pants for her workouts like her cousins and Ta'tan'ia, and Syal did. Tenel Ka hesitated a moment, then replied that she would. DP worked out with the twins, while Ta'tan'ia worked out with Tenel Ka, and Chief Daala did her own routine. After half an hour, Chief Daala finished, and left Ta'tan'ia and the four former ProCorps troopers to complete their work out. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ A while later, Chief Daala, Ta'tan'ia, Tenel Ka, and the others began gathering for the talks. As they were waiting for the Imperials to arrive, Regent Daala pulled Tenel Ka aside, and informed her that she would handle the remainder of the talks on behalf of the Hapes Consortium, and that she didn't need to attend. Tenel Ka protested that she did, and that Regent Daala might not understand what was most important to the Hapan people yet. Regent Daala relented, and allowed her to stay. Regent Daala did explain to her that it was important that only one person spoke for the Hapes Consortium. Regent Daala also told her that if she had a question, or wanted her to raise a point, then she should politely get her attention and let her know. Part of Tenel Ka wanted to object, but another part was happy to let her handle the talks. "Yes, Your Highness," she replied obediently. Then the Imperials arrived. First they exchanged greetings with Regent Daala, then Moff Fel turned her attention to Tenel Ka. "Well, Your Majesty, I must say, you look lovely today, especially with your collar," she said. "Thank you, Your Excellency," Tenel Ka replied, blushing with embarrassment. . . and arousal. Besides her silver tracking collar, the Hapan Queen was wearing a black and green Dathomiri lizard-hide bodysuit, and black knee-high lizard-hide boots with fifteen-centimeter heels. There were about twenty silver bangle bracelets on her wrist. She also had her eight-centimeter-wide durasteel belt around her waist, and matching armbands around her biceps. She was also wearing her Crown. "She'll be wearing one from now on," Regent Daala said. "I've issued a decree that all Jedi will wear a tracking device while in the Hapes Consortium. As long as I'm Regent, I'll know just were my Queen is, even from my office on Coruscant." "Very nice, Your Highness," Moff Fel replied with a nod. "I suggest you collar her cousins, Zero—sorry, Taryn and Trista as well. You can make theirs different colors from each other, to tell them apart." Regent Daala smiled broadly. "Well, I'm mostly concerned with keeping Jedi out of government business, but I'll certainly take that under advisement, Your Excellency," she answered. Then she glanced at Tenel Ka. "Do you think they'd like tracking collars like yours, Your Majesty?" she asked her. Tenel Ka glanced at Regent Daala, then at Moff Fel, then back to Regent Daala. "I don't know, Your Highness," she replied softly. "Well, why don't you suggest it to them," Regent Daala replied. "Tell them they should show their loyalty to my Regency by offering to wear a tracking device for me." "Yes, Your Highness," Tenel Ka responded meekly. A couple of minutes later they were in the conference room. As the representative of the Jedi Order, Ta'tan'ia sat alone. DP sat on Chief Daala's left, while Tenel Ka sat on her right. Moff Wynessa Fel and General Lovvel sat on the opposite side of the table from Chief Daala's group. Moff Fel began by again congratulating Chief Daala on becoming Regent. She also complimented Tenel Ka on making such a wise decision. Tenel Ka glanced at Chief Daala, then politely thanked her. It quickly became obvious that the talks were going much smoother than before. Moff Fel and General Lovvel both seemed to be much more conciliatory towards Regent Daala than they had been towards the Hapan Queen. Tenel Ka only brought up a few matters to her Regent; by politely getting her attention and quietly speaking to her. Ta'tan'ia had to admit that Chief Daala seemed to be representing the Hapan position well. Then Ta'tan'ia sensed deep embarrassment from Tenel Ka, and looked over to see her speaking softly to Chief Daala. While she wasn't trying to eavesdrop, she did catch something about pictures and videos. Chief Daala nodded her head, and turned her attention back to the Imperials. "Her Majesty has informed me of another problem the Jedi failed to take care of," Chief Daala announced. "The Empire will return all images and recordings of Hapans, that could be even slightly embarrassing to the Hapes Consortium or its citizens, whether or not they were serving as ProCorps troopers, to the Hapes Consortium." Ta'tan'ia glanced at her datapad. Sure enough, there was nothing in the basic agreement Master Durron had worked out with Moff Jagged Fel about that. She had a pretty good idea just what kinds of embarrassing images and recordings the Empire had of the Hapans. Moff Fel and General Lovvel glanced at each other a moment. "Agreed, Your Highness," Moff Fel answered. "However, some of those flatholos and holorecordings may contain things that are embarrassing for the Empire, or its citizens, so we will need to take the time to edit out or obscure Imperials or identifying markings from the images and recordings." Tenel Ka opened her mouth to protest, only to be cut off by Chief Daala, who quickly deemed the offer acceptable. Then Tenel Ka asked her to set a deadline for the images and recordings to be returned, and to make them agree that no copies of any kind would be made. Moff Fel smugly informed Regent Daala, and especially Queen Tenel Ka, that the process was already well underway, as Moff Jagged Fel had already anticipated this request. She even told them that most of the images and recordings had already been destroyed. She also agreed that no copies of any kind would be made. Then she told them that the Empire had always tightly controlled the dissemination of images and recordings involving ProCorps troopers, as most of them became regular Imperial Citizens at some point, and some had families. "Excellent," Chief Daala replied with a diplomatic smile. Then her smile changed to an evil grin. "I would like all images and recordings of the Hapan Nobility, and especially of Queen Tenel Ka Djo delivered to me for safekeeping however." Ta'tan'ia immediately sensed Tenel Ka's shock, and humiliation. "No, Your Highness," Tenel Ka protested. "Those have to be destroyed." "Well will discuss this later, Your Majesty," Regent Daala told her firmly. Ta'tan'ia could sense Tenel Ka on the verge of protesting again, but all that came out was, "Yes, Your Highness." Ta'tan'ia was pretty sure Chief Daala wanted the images and recordings so she could gain more control of the Hapan Nobles, and Tenel Ka. Ta'tan'ia wasn't sure if she should try to stop her though, she seemed to be doing such a good job representing the Hapes Consortium. "That won't be a problem at all, Your Highness," Moff Fel replied to Chief Daala with a broad smile. "Moff Jagged Fel has been holding those personally, just for something like this," she assured her. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ That evening, DP received a message from Taryn and Trista Zel, seeking an audience with their new Regent. DP got permission from Chief Daala, and told them to come to her office that Tenel Ka had given her. They arrived a few minutes later. Both of them were athletic, and very attractive, with red hair. Both were wearing black synthhide bodysuits with strappy platform sandals that had stiletto heels at least fifteen-centimeters high. They were both also wearing black corsets. One of them had red accents on her corset, and red soles and heels on her sandals, with black synthhide straps that matched their bodysuits perfectly, giving the impression that they were walking on the platform heels without anything connecting them. The other one had yellow accents and soles and heels. Both had wide durasteel cuff-like bracelets on their wrists and ankles, each in their own accent color. As they entered, DP tried to figure out which one was which, but couldn't. They stopped side-by-side a little over a meter from Chief Daala, then assumed parade rest in front of her. Chief Daala smiled slightly, and glanced at DP, who grinned back at her as she moved off to the side. "Your Highness, we want you to know how glad we are that you rule the Hapes Consortium now," the one with yellow accents said. "And we both want you to know that we are very willing, and eager, to serve you." She paused, and her sister began speaking. "We would both like to have a tracking collar like the Queen's, Your Highness," she said. "To show our support and loyalty for our Regent, and so you will know where we are at all times, Your Highness." "That won't be a problem at all," Chief Daala replied with a smile. "Luckily I brought some extra tracking collars with me from Coruscant, and I have a couple right here, waiting for you." With that she opened her desk drawer, and pulled out two six-centimeter-wide circles of silver durasteel. Then she looked back up at the twins. "Her Majesty accepted her collar on her knees," she commented with a smile of anticipation. Taryn and Trista smiled at each other, then quickly dropped to the knees before their Regent. Regent Daala handed DP one of the collars, then approached the twin with red accents with the other one. DP stepped forward and lifted her hair up out of the way while she held the other collar. Regent Daala closed the collar around the twin's neck, then held her hand out. DP passed her the second tracking collar, then stepped over to lift the twin with yellow accent's hair. Regent Daala locked the collar around her neck, and DP carefully dropped her red hair back into place. "Now ladies, while you're down there, why don't you thank me for collaring you," Regent Daala suggested as she stood in front of them, feet shoulder-width apart. Trista and Taryn glanced at each other, then back to their Regent. "Thank you for collaring us, Your Highness," they said almost in unison. Still smiling, Chief Daala nodded towards DP, who quickly leaned forward and whispered into their ears. "Our apologies, Your Highness," the one with yellow accents said. Then both her and her sister leaned forward, and each of them kissed one of Regent Daala's black nerfhide boots. This kisses quickly turned to licks, and Trista and Taryn eagerly began licking her boots clean. When they finished, Regent Daala returned to her desk, and sat down. Trista and Taryn stayed on their knees. "Now, I'm glad the two of you volunteered to receive tracking devices," Regent Daala said. "I can use the signals to tell the two of you apart. Which one of you is Taryn, who was HC-00002?" "I am, Your Highness," the twin with yellow accents on her bodysuit, corset, boots, and wrist cuffs answered. "Thank you," Regent Daala answered with a nod as she keyed in some information on her datapad. "Your tracking code will end with Zero-Two, to help me remember," she commented. "Great idea, Your Highness," Taryn replied cheerfully. "And yours will end with Zero-Three," Regent Daala said to Trista. "Thank you, Your Highness," she replied with a smile. Regent Daala set the datapad down, and reached back into her desk drawer. "Moff Fell sent these over," she said as she held up two black hoods. "With the remote to release them—for me of course," she said with a smile. "Put them on." "Yes, Your Highness," Trista replied as she took the hood with Zero-Three on the front. Taryn took the other one at the same time. DP recognized the nerfhide training hoods from the ProCorps Academy. The hoods were thickly padded, with magnetic strips in the nerfhide around the eyes and mouth, so they wearer could be blindfolded, or gagged, easily. In the ProCorps Academy, music could be played through the earbuds built into the hood, and the transparent patterns on the inside of specialized blindfolds as well. Unlike the one that DP had worn at the ProCorps Academy, these two had two digit numbers on the foreheads in large silver letters. One of the hoods had the number Zero-Two , and the other had the number Zero-Three. Trista and Taryn quickly pulled the hoods onto their heads, and closed them in the back. They pulled their hair through the hole in the top of the hood. The bottom edges of the hoods tucked underneath their new silver tracking collars. "Excellent," Regent Daala said as she leaned back in her chair. "Now, I would have you two do more to show your appreciation for your Regent, but DP has just taken care of that," she said with a smile towards her personal assistant. DP smiled back at her, and she continued. "So I think I'm going to have you two be a sort of honor guard for me outside my office for the rest of the evening, okay?" "We'd be happy to, Your Highness," Taryn replied with a smile. Regent Daala hit a button on her comm, and summoned Ta'tan'ia in from the reception area. Then she opened her top-right desk drawer, and pulled a few items out. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ "Good evening, Your Highness," Ta'tan'ia greeted Chief Daala a couple of moments later as she entered her office proper. Then she nodded and smiled at DP and the Hapan twins. Ta'tan'ia also noticed, and admired, Trista and Taryn's hoods and tracking collars. "Ta'tan'ia, Two and Three here will be on guard duty for the rest of the evening. Assist DP in preparing them," she said, gesturing towards the gear she had set out on her desk. "Of course, Your Highness," Ta'tania replied cheerfully. Under Regent Daala's supervision, Ta'tan'ia maglocked Trista's wrist cuffs behind her back with a short chain, while DP did the same to Taryn. Then Ta'tan'ia positioned Trista on one side of the door, facing Regent Daala's desk, and DP did the same with Taryn on the other side of the door. Next Ta'tna'ia moved Trista's feet about shoulder-width apart, and locked her red ankles shackles together with a forty-five centimeter long spreader bar. DP locked a matching spreader bar between Taryn's yellow ankle shackles. Next Regent Daala told Ta'tan'ia and DP to gag Two and Three. The gags were just a nerfhide panel, with a synthrubber ball protruding from the inside of the panel. Ta'tan'ia pushed the gag into Trista's open mouth, and sealed the strips of magnets to the ones around the mouth hole on the hood. DP gagged Taryn the same way. Then they maglocked leashes to the front of their collars, and attached the other ends to the spreader bars between their ankles. Last of all, they covered their eyes with the nerfhide blindfolds that maglocked to their hoods. Taryn and Trista stayed on their posts the next few hours, while Ta'tan'ia and DP shared receptionist duties. Quite a few Duchas and Noblemen came by to meet with Regent Daala. Ta'tan'ia and DP were shocked when the first Ducha came out wearing a tracking collar. They were surprised when a second one did a while later, along with the strapping Nobleman that had accompanied her in. After that, they started guessing which ones would come out with a tracking collar locked around their necks. Ta'tan'ia seemed to be able to guess right just about every time though. However, it did worry Ta'tan'ia a little. With the holorecordings and images of the Hapan Noblewomen as ProCorps troopers from the Empire, Chief Daala would be able to influence them more than she normally would. With the Noblewomen wearing tracking collars, she would have even more influence over the Hapan Nobility. Still, Ta'tan'ia trusted Chief Daala. Besides, she thought the Nobles looked great in their tracking collars. After the eighth Hapan Noblewoman came out wearing a tracking collar, Regent Daala ordered Ta'tan'ia to go to her ship, and get another dozen. Ta'tan'ia quickly went to the spaceport, and retrieved a case with a dozen tracking collars, and brought it to Regent Daala. By the time Regent Daala had Ta'tan'ia and DP release Trista and Taryn, that case was empty as well. A while later, Ta'tan'ia and DP crawled into bed together. They were both wearing their collars, chastity belts, chronos, and comlinks. They slept on their sides, with DP spooning Ta'tania from behind. Ta'tan'ia draped her right lek back over DP's neck, while DP wrapped her right arm around Ta'tan'ia from behind. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia Ch. 05 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 5 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please vote me a five, and leave me feedback, public or via email. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia Ch. 06 Authoress' notes: This is a(nother) sequel to the Imperial Prostitute series. I know I'll get a lot of negative feedback on this story, but I don't care. I really enjoy writing this, especially the character Ta'tan'ia. If you don't want to read it, don't. I really, really want to end this series, as I do feel as though it's going on too long. However, besides this 30K word story, I already have about forty-eight-hundred words of the next one written. Since Daala isn't COS in the books anymore, I'll have to end it soon. Please read and enjoy all all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. To summarize the story thus far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Empire, and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead Jaina is mentally coerced into joining the Prostitution Corps, and becoming an Imperial Prostitute. Jaina is very susceptible to the conditioning, and quickly becomes a fantastic sexual servant to the Empire. Eventually Jaina helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps, as well as Hapan Queen Mother Tenel Ka Djo. After helping keep the Hapes Consortium in the Empire, Jaina is sent to the Jedi Temple, to recruit more Jedi to the Empire. Jedi Master Cilghal discovers the Empire's conditioning however, and the Jedi manage to cure Jaina and the other affected Jedi. Luckily only human Jedi were affected. They also force Moff Jag Fel to free the Hapes Consortium from the Empire. In spite of being extremely upset at the Empire virtually brainwashing them, a few of the female Galactic Alliance Heros continue to serve the Empire. Tahiri Veila remains as High Moff Fel's personal assistant. Jysella Horn and Myri Antilles remain as Colonel Drasi's—the Commandant of the ProCorps Academy—mutual lovers and submissives. Jaina Solo becomes Kyp Durron's personal assistant. Jedi Knight Ta'tan'ia—a Twi'lek—becomes Chief of State Natasi Daala's Jedi liaison. . . and submissive. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Chapter 6 of 8 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The following morning, after another group work out in the Royal Gym, and sanisteam, and breakfast, Ta'tan'ia headed towards the conference room. Chief Daala had already left with DP, to meet Tenel Ka ahead of time. When Ta'tan'ia arrived, she found Chief Daala waiting for her outside. Ta'tan'ia quickly apologized for being late, even though she had arrived nearly ten minutes early. Chief Daala brushed her off, and took her inside the conference room. Ta'tan'ia stopped in surprise when she saw what was there. First there was a black-clad figure standing on either side of the table at parade rest. One of them had red accents on her corset, red shackles around her ankles, and red soles on her platform heels. The other one had yellow accents on her corset, along with yellow ankle shackles and yellow soles on her platform heels. Since Trista and Taryn, the Queen's cousins, had been wearing the same outfits the previous night, Ta'tan'ia assumed these two were them. They were each wearing glossy black synthhide body suits with black corsets tight around their midsections. Their platform sandals had shiny black straps and heels that looked about fifteen-centimeters high. Since they were at parade rest, she couldn't see their hands, but both were wearing silver tracking collars around their necks. They also had durasteel shackles locked around their ankles in their accent color, connected with a matching chain that looked about forty centimeters long. Ta'tan'ia couldn't be sure they were Trista and Taryn though, because both of them were wearing the thick black nerfhide hoods that Regent Daala had given them on their heads, with 02 on the forehead of one in silver numbers, and 03 on the other. There were two eye holes in the hoods, and two small nostril holes. There also looked to be a mouth hole, but both were covered by a nerfhide panel that matched the hoods, just like when they had been on guard duty in Regent Daala's office the evening before. Next Ta'tan'ia's eyes saw Tenel Ka and DP kneeling in chains on pillows next to the table. Both of them were mostly naked. DP was wearing her red durasteel collar, corset, chastity belt, chrono and comlink. She was also wearing her blue boots with red soles and eighteen centimeter stiletto heels. DP's chrono and comlink were locked together behind her back with a short chain. Bicep cuffs were locked around her upper arms, and maglocked together with another short chain. DP's ankles were locked together as well, with a short chain maglocked to the hidden ankle shackles in her boots. There was a black ballgag in her mouth, held in place by a harness of black straps around her head. There was another chain running from her ankle chain to her wrist chain to her bicep chain, to the back of her collar. The front of her collar was maglocked to the edge of the table with a short chain. Tenel Ka was similarly restrained. She was wearing her durasteel tracking collar, and wrist, bicep, and ankle cuffs. There was a black nerfhide corset around her midsection instead of a durasteel one though. She was also not wearing a chastity belt. Since the Hapan Queen only had one arm, her wrist was cuffed directly to the chain that ran from her ankles to her her biceps to the back of her collar. Instead of boots, Tenel Ka was wearing black sandals with stiletto heels that looked about eighteen centimeters high, like Ta'tan'ia's and DP's. The Hapan Queen as also wearing her Crown on her head. "Strip, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala instructed her after allowing her to take in the scene a moment. "Um, Yes, Your Highness," Ta'tan'ia responded obediently as she began taking off her uniform. A couple of moments later Ta'tan'ia was only wearing her tracking collar, corset, chrono, comlink, chastity belt and high heeled boots. "Two, Three, prepare our Jedi representative for the day's talks," Chief Daala instructed them as she hit a button on the remote in her hand. As the two black-clad figured silently stepped towards her, Ta'tan'ia saw that they were both wearing black gloves, and durasteel wrist cuffs that matched their accent color and ankle shackles. They took each of her arms, and guided her towards the empty pillow, and chain hanging from the edge of the table. "Um, Your Highness, how will I represent the Jedi Order at the talks for you?" Ta'tan'ia asked as she knelt on the pillow. She glanced at Trista, who had the number 03 on her forehead, and winked at her as she cuffed her hands behind her back. Ta'tan'ia didn't really think the question would affect Chief Daala's plans to restrain her. Ta'tan'ia had already figured out how she planned on having her represent the Jedi Order, and was already getting aroused at the thought of spending a few hours in chains. Chief Daala smiled down at her. "Why, on your knees, thoroughly restrained, and gagged, just like a Jedi should be," she answered as one of the twins cuffed her ankles together using the hidden shackles in her boots, and the other one leashed her to the table. Then she paused a moment, and added, "I'll provide you with a copy of my notes to send to Master Durron." "Thank you, Your Hi—" Ta'tan'ia started to say, only to be cut off my a large black ballgag being pushed into her mouth. "After I censor them," Chief Daala added with a smile once Ta'tan'ia couldn't protest. Ta'tan'ia stared up at her with resignation—and growing arousal. At least the talks would be more interesting while she was chained and gagged. As Two and Three continued to restrain her, Ta'tan'ia saw a stiff looking riding crop on the table in front of each of the chairs at the table. Apparently Chief Daala, Moff Fel, and General Lovvel would be having some fun as well. In less than a minute, Ta'tan'ia was chained like DP was. Her chrono and comlink were maglocked together with a short chain, and her ankles were maglocked together with a short chain between the hidden shackles in her boots. Her upper arms were also locked together with bicep cuffs connected together with another short chain. There was a chain connecting her ankle, wrist, and bicep chains, to the back of her collar. Last of all, she was gagged with a ballgag that was held in by a harness of straps that went over durasteel head harness. Once she was secure, the twins returned to their posts on either side of the table, and assumed parade rest. Chief Daala took a moment to walk around the table, and inspect their restraints. Ta'tan'ia smiled up at her around her gag as she tugged on her chains. After Chief Daala finished circling the table, and checking both twins, she walked back out into the foyer, and left the them alone. Ta'tan'ia could just see Tenel Ka and DP over the top of the table, and could sense both of their arousal through the Force as they writhed in their chains. Ta'tan'ia knew that Tenel Ka could sense her own and DP's arousal as well. About ten minutes or so later, the door opened again, and General Lovvel, Moff Fel, and Chief Daala entered. "What a lovely surprise!" Moff Fel exclaimed with a broad smile as she looked around the room. "Reminds me of some of the meetings I had when this was the Hapes Sector," she said as she stepped over and caressed Ta'tan'ia's right lek, her tchin. "As you see, we each have a couple of things to keep us entertained while we continue these negotiations," Chief Daala said as she picked up a riding crop, and hit one of Tenel Ka's exposed breast. "Thank you very much for your hospitality, Your Highness," Moff Fel answered as she sat down next to Ta'tan'ia. General Lovvel sat down next to DP, and Chief Daala took her place next to Tenel Ka. Then Regent Daala and the two Imperials began discussing the Empire's withdrawal from the Hapes Consortium. They took to punctuating their points with sharp strikes to their submissive with their crops, or slaps, pinches, or tugs on various parts of their bodies or hair. When Moff Fel wasn't cropping Ta'tan'ia, she would idly caress her lekku, or tug on her chains. Ta'tan'ia did her best to listen to what was going on, so she could report to Master Durron. She was so horny it was hard to keep up, though. Ta'tan'ia noticed that Chief Daala would hit a button on her remote before ordering one of the twins to refill a glass, or bring snacks. That made Ta'tan'ia assume that when they were standing at parade rest, their wrist cuffs were maglocked to the back of their corsets. Other than when they were doing something for Chief Daala, Trista and Taryn stood silently at parade rest. Since they didn't even respond verbally to orders, Ta'tan'ia assumed they were gagged. Several hours later, the talks began winding down. The three free participants began entertaining themselves with their submissives a little more. "You seem to be taken with being the Hapan Regent, Your Highness," General Lovvel commented as she tugged on Syal's black hair, pulling her head back against her collar. "Thank you, General," Chief Daala replied with a smile as she stroked Tenel Ka's pussy with her crop. "Our agreement is only for three months, but I'm sure that by then Her Majesty here will be begging me to stay on as Regent," she said as she lightly tapped Tenel Ka's twat. The Hapan Queen moaned into her gag in response as she wriggled in her chains. Ta'tan'ia felt her spike of arousal through the Force. "Sounds like she's ready now," Moff Fel commented with a laugh. Then she looked down at the purple skinned Twi'lek kneeling in chains next to her. "What about the Jedi, Ta'tan'ia? Do they have a problem with Her Highness ruling the Hapes Consortium longer than three months?" she asked as she reached down and pinched her nipple. Ta'tan'ia winced as she vainly tried to pull away. Then she looked over at Regent Daala, and grunted into her gag. At least she didn't have to give a real answer. Master Durron would probably make a fuss about it. Ta'tan'ia thought it might work out though. Chief Daala, Moff Fel, and General Lovvel all chuckled a few moments in response. "Once again, Your Highness, this was a brilliant idea," Moff Fel said as she patted Ta'tan'ia's head affectionately. "I was dreading having to sit across the table from Her Majesty and give up everything I worked so hard to build for the Empire. Today was quite a pleasure though." Then she paused a moment. "I could say you used this cute little Twi'lek here to gain an advantage in the negotiations," she commented as she tilted Ta'tan'ia's head back with her head harness. Ta'tan'ia definitely sensed Chief Daala's brief shock at that. She didn't think anyone else noticed though. Tenel Ka was far to aroused to sense something that subtle through the Force, and Chief Daala was a skilled enough politician to hide her reaction from the others. In an instant the shock was gone, replaced by a cool amusement. Chief Daala replied with a friendly laugh, and was joined by Moff Fel and General Lovvel. Then Chief Daala asked Moff Fel what she would be doing after the Empire completed it's withdrawal from the Hapes Consortium. Moff Fel replied that she would probably go back to Csilla, as the other Imperial Moffs had used the loss of the Hapes Consortium to force High Moff Jagged Fel to remove her Moffship. Chief Daala voiced her displeasure at the Empire's longtime sexist policies, then suggested that Moff Fel remain as Imperial Ambassador to the Hapes Consortium. "That's an excellent idea, Your Highness," Moff Fel said with a sharp strike to Ta'tan'ia's breast with her crop. "I'll suggest it to Jag. If the Regent of Hapes requested me as well, the Moffs would have to accept." "Consider it done," Chief Daala replied with a nod of her head. Then she glanced down at Tenel Ka. "See, Her Majesty is excited too," she said as she pinched Tenel Ka's nipple with one hand, and tapped her pussy with her crop, causing her to moan in pleasure. "Well, what about the Jedi, Ta'tan'ia?" Moff Fel asked as she struck her thigh with her crop. "They won't mind if I stay on as Ambassador, will they?" she asked with strike to her other thigh. Unlike Chief Daala permanently ruling Hapes, Ta'tan'ia really didn't think Master Durron would mind if Moff Fel became Ambassador Fel; as long as she behaved like an Ambassador and not an Imperial Moff. Ta'tan'ia shook her head no, causing her chains to jingle. "Well ladies, that seems to be about it," Chief Daala announced. Then she glanced at the nearest twin, and hit a button on her remote. "Three, ungag Her Majesty, to allow her to ask me a question if she needs to." Three promptly stepped forward and began taking off the web of straps that were around Tenel Ka's head. When the synthrubber ball popped out of her mouth, Tenel Ka took a deep breath, then began working her sore jaw. Ta'tan'ia could certainly sympathize with her, they had been gagged for hours. After a few moments, Chief Daala hit her with her crop, to get her attention. "So, Your Majesty, do you have any questions for me?" Chief Daala asked her. Tenel Ka paused a moment, then replied, "Please let me cum, Your Highness!?" as earnestly as she could. Moff Fel, General Lovvel, and Chief Daala all laughed. "Maybe later, Your Majesty," Chief Daala said with a smile as she pushed the ballgag back into her mouth. Tenel Ka responded with a groan of frustration as Three began fastening the harness back around her head. Ta'tan'ia definitely sensed Tenel Ka's arousal. Chief Daala had been tormenting and teasing her all morning. She wasn't even wearing a chastity belt to protect her pussy from direct stimulation like her and DP were. Ta'tan'ia was pretty horny herself, but at least Moff Fel couldn't directly tease her clit. "Two, ungag Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala said as she hit another button on her remote. Two stepped forward to Ta'tan'ia, while Three returned to her position and assumed parade rest. Ta'tan'ia held still while Two removed the harness that was around her head and lekku. A few moments later she pulled the large synthrubber ball out with a plop. Just like Tenel Ka, Ta'tan'ia quickly began working the feeling back into her jaw. "So, Jedi Ta'tan'ia, do the Jedi have any complaints or questions before we go to lunch?" Chief Daala asked from across the table. "I wouldn't want Master Durron to say I didn't give you a chance to speak up." Ta'tan'ia glanced at General Lovvel, then up at Moff Fel, then back to Chief Daala. "Can I please cum, Your Highness?" she asked pleadingly. General Lovvel, Moff Fel and Chief Daala all laughed again, and Moff Fel reached out and stroked her tchin. "Since the Jedi don't seem to have anything but silly questions to contribute, Two, re-gag Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala instructed her. Ta'tan'ia groaned in frustration opened her mouth, and obediently accepted the gag. She knew that if Chief Daala didn't let Tenel Ka cum, she wasn't about to let her orgasm either. Still, it was the only question she could think of at the time. After a few seconds General Lovvel looked down at DP kneeling next to her. "And neither are you, Syal," she told her with a sharp strike to her breast with her crop. "General Lovvel, not that I, or my personal assistant, mind you cropping her for fun, or pretty much any other reason for that matter, but she already knows that she isn't going to orgasm anytime soon," Chief Daala informed her. "Ah, my apologies, Your Highness," General Lovvel promptly replied. Then she turned back to DP. "Why didn't you tell me that, Syal?" she asked as she reached over her leash and cropped her right breast. "Well Ladies, If no one has any objections, I suggest we break for lunch, and meet back at fifteen hundred," Chief Daala announced, after everyone had stopped laughing. Moff Fel and General Lovvel agreed, and the Imperials left for lunch, while Chief Daala had Trista and Taryn started unlocking Tenel Ka, Ta'tan'ia, and DP. Once they were free, they all got dressed again, and Chief Daala, Tenel Ka, Ta'tan'ia, DP, Trista and Taryn had a private lunch in the Royal Dining Room. A little before fifteen hundred, Chief Daala sent them ahead to be restrained for the afternoon's talks, with her YVH droid, BD-01. Chief Daala also instructed Tenel Ka not to orgasm, and told Trista and Taryn to make sure she, and each other, didn't. While the twins promised to obey their Regent, Tenel Ka protested that she was the Queen. Chief Daala overruled her of course. The five submissives arrived, and under the supervision of Bee-Dee, Trista and Taryn began restraining Tenel Ka, Ta'tan'ia, and DP. When they finished, they put their own corsets, hoods, gags, and ankle shackles on, and assumed parade rest on either side of the table, with their wristcuffs maglocked to the back of their corests. Next Bee-Dee went and around and systematically checked every cuff, maglock, and chain, then assumed his post in the corner. Ta'tan'ia expected Chief Daala and the Imperials to arrive soon, but her, DP, Tenel Ka, Taryn, and Trista were all still restrained and waiting quite a while later. Since her wrists were cuffed behind her back, she couldn't see her chrono, and since she was gagged, she couldn't ask what time it was. She knew from experience that Bee-Dee wouldn't tell her anyway, and the others were all gagged like she was. As soon as she realized that Chief Daala had decided to postpone the afternoon session, she did what she often did when Chief Daala left her restrained for long periods of time, she meditated. After awhile Tenel Ka got her attention by grunting through her gag, and jingling her chains. Then the Hapan Queen gave her a questioning grunt and expression. Ta'tan'ia assumed she was asking her where Chief Daala and the Imperials were. Ta'tan'ia shrugged her shoulders, and grunted in response. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia Ch. 06 Tenel Ka grunted again, and Ta'tan'ia could sense her annoyance through the Force. DP also grunted and jingled her chains, but Ta'an'ia wasn't sure what she was trying to say. The three were able to carry on some form of conversation by trying to talk through their gags, grunting, and jingling their chains, although Ta'tan'ia wasn't sure exactly what they all said. Trista and Taryn joined in periodically as well. Tenel Ka and herself could use the Force too, which helped, but she doubted DP understood anything. Still they were enjoying themselves. About an hour-and-a-half after Bee-Dee checked their restraints, Regent Daala and the Imperials finally arrived. They were laughing and chatting like old friends when they entered. "Wow, Your Majesty, your Royal Spa is fantastic!" Chief Daala exclaimed. Then she held her fingernails out in front of the gagged and bound Hapan Queen. "We got mani-pedis, and wonderful massages," she told her. Then she leaned down a little. "I'll let you see my pedicure when I let you suck my toes later." Ta'tan'ia was a little surprised that Chief Daala would go to a spa while there was still unfinished business with the Empire. She had been doing such a good job for Hapes. Then Ta'tan'ia shrugged her shoulders. It was like she could, or even should, question her Chief of State. Chief Daala and the Imperials settled down and continued discussing the Imperial withdrawal of the Hapes Consortium. It quickly became apparent that they had been discussing the matter at the Royal Spa, or somewhere. That worried Ta'tan'ia a little, but not to much. She trusted Chief Daala. Tenel Ka must have realized the same thing. Ta'tan'ia could sense that she was upset. After a few minutes of her grunting and trying to get Chief Daala's attention, Chief Daala apologized to Moff Fel and General Lovvel, and vigorously cropped the Hapan Queen's tits, ass, thighs, and anywhere else she could hit her. "Now, are you going to be quiet until I give you permission to speak?" Chief Daala asked her after twenty-five or thirty hard blows with her crop. Tenel Ka stared up at her a moment, then nodded her head in submission, and remained quiet. Chief Daala triumphantly patted her head, and resumed talking with Moff Fel and General Lovvel. Even though Tenel Ka was quiet, Ta'an'ia could still sense her irritation. Chief Daala seemed to realized it as well, and gave her a little extra attention by petting her and playing with her pussy with her crop while she talked. Still, Ta'tan'ia could sense that while Tenel Ka was getting more aroused, she was still upset. Ta'tan'ia couldn't worry about her too much though, she was doing her best to keep up with the talks while Moff Fel cropped, pinched, and caressed various parts of her body. A couple of hours later, the talks were finished. The Imperials took a few minutes to say bye to everyone, and give Ta'tan'ia and DP a few departing strikes with the crops, and left. Once they did, Chief Daala ordered Two and Three to free Ta'tan'ia and DP. When they finished that, she had Three unlock Tenel Ka's harness gag, but leave the gag in, and told the twins, Ta'tan'ia, and DP to leave alone her with the Hapan Queen. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 6 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please vote me a five, and leave me feedback, public or via email. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia Ch. 07 Authoress' notes: This is a(nother) sequel to the Imperial Prostitute series. I know I'll get a lot of negative feedback on this story, but I don't care. I really enjoy writing this, especially the character Ta'tan'ia. If you don't want to read it, don't. I really, really want to end this series, as I do feel as though it's going on too long. However, besides this 30K word story, I already have about forty-eight-hundred words of the next one written. Since Daala isn't COS in the books anymore, I'll have to end it soon. Please read and enjoy all all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. - To summarize the story thus far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Empire, and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead Jaina is mentally coerced into joining the Prostitution Corps, and becoming an Imperial Prostitute. Jaina is very susceptible to the conditioning, and quickly becomes a fantastic sexual servant to the Empire. Eventually Jaina helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps, as well as Hapan Queen Mother Tenel Ka Djo. After helping keep the Hapes Consortium in the Empire, Jaina is sent to the Jedi Temple, to recruit more Jedi to the Empire. Jedi Master Cilghal discovers the Empire's conditioning however, and the Jedi manage to cure Jaina and the other affected Jedi. Luckily only human Jedi were affected. They also force Moff Jag Fel to free the Hapes Consortium from the Empire. In spite of being extremely upset at the Empire virtually brainwashing them, a few of the female Galactic Alliance Heros continue to serve the Empire. Tahiri Veila remains as High Moff Fel's personal assistant. Jysella Horn and Myri Antilles remain as Colonel Drasi's—the Commandant of the ProCorps Academy—mutual lovers and submissives. Jaina Solo becomes Kyp Durron's personal assistant. Jedi Knight Ta'tan'ia—a Twi'lek—becomes Chief of State Natasi Daala's Jedi liaison. . . and submissive. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Chapter 7 of 8 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Tenel Ka watched DP, Ta'tan'ia, and her cousins walk out of the meeting room. She was still kneeling, gagged and thoroughly restrained though. Regent Daala reached over pulled her ballgag out with a 'plop.' "You wanted to speak with me, Your Majesty,?" Regent Daala asked her. Tenel Ka took a moment to work her sore jaw. "You met with them without me even being there," she accused her. "I am the Regent of the Hapes Consortium, Your Majesty," she reminded her with a light tug on her leash. "And you will address me as such. You asked me to rule, and I am. Out of my generosity, I will provide you with a copy of what the Imperials and I agreed to while we were relaxing in your spa. The agreement was most advantageous to us, if I do say so myself." "I still should have been there, Your Highness," Tenel Ka replied. "It was bad enough that you kept me chained up in front of them all morning like I was a. . . ProCorps trooper or something, Your Highness." Chief Daala chuckled in response. "Relax, Your Majesty," she told her. "Did I allow them to so much as lay a finger on Your Royal hair, or touch your cousins in any way?" "No, Your Highness," Tenel Ka admitted. "But—" "But nothing, Your Majesty," Chief Daala interrupted her, pressing her hand over her mouth to silence her. "They didn't see anything that they hadn't already seen while they were ruling Hapes, before you decided you had been brainwashed and came crawling to me for help," she explained. Tenel Ka stared back at her in shock. "That's not what happened, Your Highness," she protested. "I trusted you." "Calm down, Your Majesty," she chided her. "Tell me, did you enjoy being chained, gagged and cropped all day?" Before Tenel Ka could respond, Chief Daala used her crop to point to the middle of the pillow she was kneeling on, directly under her wet pussy. "Never mind, I see that you did," she commented with an amused smile. Tenel Ka looked down, trying to see what she was pointing at. She couldn't because of her collar, and the chains, but after a moment, she blushed with embarrassment as she realized that she had been dripping her pussy juices on the pillow all day. "Yes, Your Highness," she reluctantly replied. "But in private. You still shouldn't have done it in front of Moff Fel and General Lovvel." Chief Daala chuckled in response. "As your Regent, I will decide when and where you appear in chains, and for how long, Your Majesty. Now, if I release you, do you promise not to play with yourself without my permission?" Tenel Ka gasped in arousal. She couldn't believe how fast, and how thoroughly, Regent Daala had dominated her. "Yes, Your Highness," she answered obediently. Chief Daala gently stroked her head a moment. "I know you want to obey me, Your Majesty," she told her. "But you're so turned on by obeying me, which might make you give in to your urges. So to help you obey me, I'm going to have Two and Three take turns keeping an eye on you for the evening, okay?" Tenel Ka shuddered in arousal at the thought of having to be watched so she didn't masturbate. She also suspected it was probably a good idea. "Yes, Your Highness," she replied obediently. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ "Good evening, Your Excellency," DP greeted her when she arrived at the office Tenel Ka had provided for her Regent. DP ignored the strapping blond male ProCorps trooper that had accompanied her. "Hello Syal," Moff Fel answered. "How's uncle Wedge, and Aunt Iella?" she asked. "They're doing fine, thank you, Your Excellency," DP replied with a smile. "Mom's still obsessed with Director Ysanne Isard, which drives Dad crazy." Moff Fel smiled back at her. "Well, tell them and Sixty I said hi next time you talk to them," she told her. "I will, Your Excellency," DP replied with a smile. She didn't mention that she hoped to visit her sister on Bastion with her parents soon. She had to get Chief Daala's permission first. Next DP let Chief Daala know that Moff Fel had arrived. Moff Fel gave her ProCorps trooper, Twenty-Eight, permission to sit down while she was meeting with Regent Daala. DP opened the door for Moff Fel, then made sure her or Chief Daala didn't need anything else, and went back into the reception area, closing the door behind herself. The strapping blond ProCorps trooper was still there, sitting on one of the pouf-couches. "So, Twenty-Eight, how long have you been in the ProCorps?" DP asked him as she sat down behind her desk. "Three years, two months, Ma'am," he replied after a moment's hesitation. DP smiled back at him. "You don't have to call me Ma'am," she answered, pulling down the top of her uniform to reveal her red durasteel collar. I'm former Imperial Prostitute SX-61007, but you can call me DP," she told him, still grinning. DP knew she could talk about at least some things with him, as she knew from experience that ProCorps troopers kept their mouths shut. DP and Twenty-Eight chatted about their ProCorps training, and their service to the Empire while Chief Daala and Moff Fel had their meeting. DP even talked a little about how she served Chief Daala. About ten minutes later, Ta'tan'ia arrived, and told DP Chief Daala had summoned her. DP alerted Chief Daala, and told her to go on in. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ "Your Highness, I have the first set of images and holorecordings of Her Majesty," Moff Fel said, passing her a datapack. "Great, Your Excellency," Chief Daala replied with an excited smile. She immediately took the datapack, and began scrolling through the flatholos, while chatting with Moff Fel. "I have to admit, Your Highness, I've always been curious about Twi'leks. Do you think I can try yours out for a few hours?" Moff Fel asked Chief Daala. "Of course, Your Excellency," Chief Daala replied with a smile, looking at an image of Tenel Ka in her collar, corset, chrono, comlink, and chastity belt crawling towards the holocam operator. "However, I'm afraid you won't get the code to her chastity belt," she added. "Understood, Your Highness," Moff Fel responded with a smile. "I didn't really care about making her orgasm anyway." Then she paused a moment. "Can I offer you the use of my ProCorps trooper? I promise he'll make your toes curl," she said with a grin. Chief Daala looked up from the screen. "Tempting, but no thanks," she replied. "I'm the Chief of State of the Galactic Alliance, I can't engage in sexual activity with one of those horrible Imperial Prostitutes." Moff Fel stared back at her in confusion a moment, then burst out in laughter. "What time would you like Ta'tan'ia, Your Excellency?" Chief Daala asked her, looking at an image of Tenel Ka and her cousins performing oral sex on a trio of anonymous Imperials. "Whatever is convenient for you, Your Highness," she answered. "How about now? You can use the Royal Dungeons," she offered. "That will be fine, thank you, Your Highness," Moff Fel replied. Chief Daala commed Ta'tan'ia, and ordered her to report to her immediately. A few minutes later, she entered the office. "You summoned me, Your Highness?" Ta'tan'ia said as she assumed parade rest. "Ta'tan'ia, Moff Fel here is interested in Twi'lek anatomy. She especially wants to learn how you react to pain, how your tongue feels, what you can do with it, that sort of thing. I expect you to be very cooperative with her, understand?" Chief Daala told her with a smile. Ta'tan'ia blushed with arousal at the thought of Chief Daala loaning her out like she was a speeder or something. "Of course, Your Highess," she replied cheerfully. "I'd love to help Moff Fel learn about Twi'lek anatomy, and how I react to pain, as long as it pleases you." Less than ten minutes later, Ta'tan'ia was standing in the Royal Dungeons, in front of Moff Wynessa Fel. Chief Daala had loaned Moff Fel a remote that would open her uniform, boots, and corset. "Strip, Jedi," Moff Fel commanded her as she hit a button on the remote in her hand. "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied obediently as she began taking off her uniform. A minute later, Ta'tan'ia was standing at attention, naked except for her durasteel head harness and corset, and beskar tracking collar, chrono, comlink, and chastity belt. Moff Fel slowly circled her with a riding crop in one hand. She was still wearing her full Imperial Moff's uniform. "I've heard that these are very sensitive, Jedi," Moff Fel commented at she reached up and squeezed the end of her tchin, her right lek. "Yes, they are, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied painfully. She kept her arms relaxed, and stood there passively. Then Moff Fel swung her riding crop, and hit her inner thigh, just below her chastity belt, while still holding her right lek with her left hand. Moff Fel used her tchin to pull her close to her. "My pussy's been licked by highly trained Imperial ProCorps troopers, including HC-00001, whom you know as Tenel Ka. If I'm not impressed with your tongue, them I'm going to crop your lekku until you have stripes to go with your cute little spots," she told her menacingly. Ta'tan'ia could sense that she wasn't quite serious, but she definitely didn't want to find out the hard way. Chief Daala had to cropped her lekku once, and she had nearly had to go into a healing trance afterwards. "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied earnestly. Moff Fel quickly maglocked Ta'tan'ia's chrono and comlink behind her back with a short bar. Then she pulled off her own uniform pants, and underwear. Next Moff Fel maglocked a short chain leash to the front of Ta'tan'ia's collar, and led her to a throne-like chair against the wall. Moff Fel sat down, and commanded her to kneel. Ta'tan'ia complied, and Moff Fel maglocked the free end of her leash to the front of the throne, right between her open legs. Ta'tan'ia looked up at her, and as soon as she gave her permission, began licking her Imperial pussy. It didn't take Ta'tan'ia long to have Moff Fel moaning in arousal. She squeezed her thighs around her head and lekku as Ta'tan'ia flicked her clit with her tongue. Soon her moans grew louder, and Moff Fel grabbed Ta'tan'ia's head harness and pulled her in tight as she orgasmed. Ta'tan'ia continued licking her, cleaning up her juices and continuing to stimulate her as she had learned from her ProCorps training material. Once she recovered, Moff Fel smiled down at her, and told her to keep going, then lightly tapped her left lek, her tchun, with her crop. After Moff Fel's second orgasm, Ta'tan'ia hoped for one of her own. Her hopes were dashed however, when Moff Fel told her that Chief Daala hadn't given her the code to her chastity belt. Instead they spent the next couple of hours or so with Moff Fel trying out various crops, paddles, floggers, and whips on Ta'tan'ia, allegedly to see how she reacted. Moff Fel finished by allowing Ta'tan'ia to lick her pussy through a ring gag while she shocked her with mild electrical currents attached to her chastity belt, and each of her nipples. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ The following morning. . . "You wanted to see me, Your Highness?" Tenel Ka asked as she entered Regent Daala's office. She nodded towards Ta'tan'ia, who nodded back with a smile. "Yes, Your Majesty," Chief Daala replied with a smile. "I have your permanent tracking collar, and a few other gifts for you," she explained as she rose and came out in front of her desk. "Um, how is this one different than the one I have now, Your Highness?" she asked tentatively, fingering her tracking collar. Chief Daala smiled back at her. "Because I said it was, Your Majesty," she replied, holding the six centimeter wide silver tracking collar. It had a virtually invisible hinge on each side, and opened in the back, just like the one she was already wearing. "Now kneel, so you can properly accept your new tracking collar," she instructed her. "Yes, Your Highness," Tenel Ka replied, dropping to her knees. "As matter of fact, go ahead and take off your boots, and give them to Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala instructed her. "You'll be down there a bit." Tenel Ka stared up at her a moment, then she felt a familiar wetness between her legs. "Yes, Your Highness," she answered as she began pulling off her ankle boots. She passed them to Ta'tan'ia, who set them on a pouf-couch. As Chief Daala stepped forward with the open collar, Ta'tan'ia stepped forward and lifted her hair. Chief Daala quickly closed the collar around her neck, above her old collar. Only then did she use her remote to unlock the old one. Ta'tan'ia took it off her and gave it back to Chief Daala. "Now I need you to take off your bracelets, Your Majesty" Chief Daala instructed her as she took her old tracking collar back to her desk. Tenel Ka got Ta'tan'ia to help her take of her dozen black bangle bracelets on her right wrist. Chief Daala returned from her desk with an eight-centimeter wide chrono/comlink, just like Tenel Ka's old one, before the Empire had given her a prosthetic arm. Ta'tan'ia knew that it was beskar, just like her own chrono and comlink, and that Chief Daala could control and monitor it, just like she could hers. "Give me your hand, Your Majesty," Chief Daala instructed her. Tenel Ka looked up at the chrono/comlink. She had refused to wear one because it would remind people that she had been a ProCorps trooper. Now that she was openly a tracking collar, it really didn't matter, especially since her Regent wanted her to wear it. Tenel Ka obediently held her arm out, and allowed Regent Daala to close the device around her wrist. "Good Queen," Chief Daala said as she went back to her desk. "That is so I can contact you, Your Majesty. Now strip, so I can give you your last gift." Tenel Ka glanced over at Ta'tan'ia, who was wearing her ProCorps-style Jedi uniform. Then she began stripping off her lizard-hide bodysuit. On Chief Daala's command, she also pulled off her armbands, waist cincher, and panties, leaving her only in her new tracking collar, and chrono/comlink. She also handed her crown to Ta'tan'ia, and watched her set it on pouf-couch. She looked back at Regent Daala, to see her walking towards her with a gleaming silver chastity belt. "Can I please orgasm first, Your Highness?" Tenel Ka asked her as she approached her with the chastity belt. Regent Daala had kept her highly aroused all day without letting her cum, so she was really horny. Tenel Ka covered her pussy with her hand. She thought about trying to surreptitiously slip a finger in, but didn't think she could get away with it. She definitely didn't want to be punished. Chief Daala smiled down at her as she passed Ta'tan'ia the chastity belt. "If you are a very obedient Queen, then I might consider it before I leave tomorrow, Your Majesty," she answered. Tenel Ka blushed with arousal. Regent Daala seemed to have a way of getting to her like that. "Yes, Your Highness," she replied as she rose up so Ta'tan'ia could put the chastity belt around her hips and crotch. Property of Regent Natasi Daala was printed across the back of the waist belt, and the brand new emblem of Regent Daala was on the front, over her pussy. This chastity belt covered a bit more of her crotch than her old ProCorps one. Tenel Ka knew that there was no way she would be able to masturbate as long as this one was locked onto her. She held the crotch strap in place while Ta'tan'ia locked the chastity belt tightly onto her. "Good Queen," Regent Daala told her as she sat down on one of the nearby pouf-couches. "By the way, Your Majesty, your new tracking collar, wrist comlink, and chastity belt are all made of beskar," she said as she relaxed. "Just like your Crown Jewels." Tenel Ka stared up at her. Beskar! She would never be able to get them off herself. She looked up at Ta'tan'ia, who was smiling down at her as well. Then she turned back to her Regent. "Yes, Your Highness," she answered obediently, thinking of her sex locked behind indestructible Mandalorian Iron. "I'll be able to track you from Coruscant with your tracking collar. And from now on, you can only use your wrist comlink, unless you have my express permission otherwise, understand?" Regent Daala asked her. "Yes, Your Highness," Tenel Ka replied obediently, fingering her beskar chastity belt. Ta'tan'ia heard an audible beep from the computer on the desk. Regent Daala glanced at the display, then looked back to Tenel Ka. "Good news, Your Majesty. Your cousins are now locked in their chastity belts," Regent Daala informed her. "Although theirs are durasteel, not beskar like yours." "Um, okay, Your Highness," Tenel Ka replied, slightly confused. "Now, would you like to meet your elite security detail that will be protecting you, Your Majesty?" "Um, like this, Your Highness?" Tenel Ka asked with embarrassment. She had hoped she would be able to regain some control of things, especially her security detial, after Regent Daala returned to Corscant, It was obvious Regent Daala wouldn't be letting that happen though. Tenel Ka would be remaining her Regent's submissive sex-slave, even while she was light years away on Coruscant. "Of course, Your Majesty," Regent Daala replied with a smile. "I'm sure you'll be spending plenty of time on your knees while under her protection." Chief Daala hit a button on her comlink, and the door leading into the reception area opened. A single Mandalorian warrior walked in, wearing yellow armor, with gray trim. The warrior was obviously a female. She stood there a moment, then removed her helmet to reveal an attractive twenty-something year old woman. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia Ch. 07 "Your Excellency," she said with a simple nod of her head towards Chief Daala. Then she glanced over to Ta'tan'ia, and grinned as she ran her eyes down her body. "Mirta," Chief Daala replied politely. "This is Her Majesty, Tenel Ka Djo," she said, gesturing towards the naked woman on the floor. "Your Majesty, this is Madame Mirta Gev, the granddaughter of Boba Fett. She will be responsible for your security while I'm away." Tenel Ka looked up at the Mandalorian, who towered over her because she was on her knees. "Do you like your beskar tracking collar, chastity belt, and wrist comlink, Your Majesty?" Mirta asked her as she gazed down at her with a smirk. "Um, yes," Tenel Ka replied tentatively. "That's yes, Madame Gev," Regent Daala corrected her as she motioned Ta'tan'ia to come stand next to her. "Yes Madame Gev, sorry," Tenel Ka quickly corrected herself. "I'm glad, Your Majesty," Mirta replied as she slowly circled her. "We take great pride in the quality of our beskar restraints, especially when they are for Jedi," she explained, reaching down to tap her tracking collar with one of her gloved fingers. "Um, okay, Madame Gev," Tenel Ka answered. "As we agreed, you will receive three thousand credits a day, plus expenses, paid by the Hapes Consortium of course," Regent Daala said to Mirta. "Yes, Your Excellency" Mirta replied with a simple nod of her head. "What?" Tenel Ka asked in protest. "Three thousand credits a day?" "She's well worth it, Your Majesty," Regent Daala told her icily. "You even got a very generous discount, on account of my friendship with her grandfather," she added. "I rule the Hapes Consortium, and I will chose how to spend its credits," she said firmly. "But Your Highness, if you would only give me my lightsaber back, I wouldn't need an outside security detail," Tenel Ka protested from her knees. Chief Daala chuckled in response. "Madame Gev will also be sharing the Royal Chambers with you, so she can protect you at all times, Your Majesty" she said, ignoring her request for her lightsaber. Then she leaned forward, and said, "However, I hope you don't mind if I promised her your bed, Your Majesty?" "What, Your Highness?" Tenel Ka replied in shock. "What about me?" she asked. Chief Daala reached out a patted her on her head. "Moff Fel tells me that you prefer sleeping on the floor, leashed to the foot of the Royal Bed anyway," she responded with a smile. "No I don't, Your Highness," Tenel Ka protested, feeling a surge of arousal at the memory of sleeping leashed to her own bed. "But you will for me, won't you?" Chief Daala asked her sweetly as she caressed her face. "So Madame Gev can sleep on your bed?" Tenel Ka stared up at her a moment. "Yes, Your Highness," she replied, blushing with embarrassment. "Great, Your Majesty," Chief Daala said with a smile. "Now that that's settled, how are you liking your beskar restraints, Jedi Ta'tan'ia?" Mirta Gev asked as she stared at the purple-skinned Twi'lek. "Are they still meeting your expectations?" "Oh, Yes, Madame Gev," Ta'tan'ia assured her as she stood at parade rest next to Chief Daala. "I love them. They keep me quite secure, and allow Her Excellency to keep track of me where ever I go." She paused a moment, grinned at Chief Daala, then looked back at Mirta. "I was curious though, Madame, if they ever fail, will I be able to get replacements at no cost?" Mirta smiled back at her. "I'm not sure about no cost, but I'm positive we can get a Jedi into a set of beskar shackles one way or another, even if we have to take them across the galaxy to put them on." "Great, Madame Gev," Ta'tan'ia replied cheerfully. "I'm glad the Mandalorians stand by their products." She made a mental note to tell Master Durron that the Mandos still didn't like the Jedi. She hadn't really expected different, but it didn't hurt to hear it from the Mandalore's granddaughter. "Perhaps you'd like to take Ta'tan'ia down to the Royal Dungeons, and inspect her chastity belt," Chief Daala said to Mirta. "I'm sure she'll be happy to oblige." Mirta glanced down at Tenel Ka. "What about Her Majesty?" she asked. "I wouldn't want to lose my client the first day, even if she is only paying me three thousand credits a day." "Don't worry about her, Mirta," Chief Daala answered with a smile. "I'll be keeping Her Majesty on a short leash this evening. I have to go over some things with her before I leave tomorrow." "Well alright then," Mirta responded as she put her helmet back on. Regent Daala summoned Trista, and had her accompany Mirta and Ta'tan'ia to the Royal Dungeons. "Also Three, Madame Gev is now in charge of Her Majesty's security, and is to be obeyed just as I am, understand?" Regent Daala told Trista. "Yes, Your Highness," Trista replied cheerfully, glancing at the armored figure. "And Mirta, please don't cause any major damage to my Jedi," Regent Daala told her as they headed towards the door. "Nothing that will put her in bacta for more than twenty-four hours," she added with a smile. "I can put her in bacta for up to twenty-four hours," Mirta replied with a nod of her head. Ta'tan'ia smile politely as she waited. She hoped Chief Daala wasn't serious about how much Madame Gev could injure her. . . and that Madame Gev wouldn't actually try to put her in a bacta tank. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 7 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please vote me a five, and leave me feedback, public or via email. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia Ch. 08 Authoress' notes: This is a(nother) sequel to the Imperial Prostitute series. I know I'll get a lot of negative feedback on this story, but I don't care. I really enjoy writing this, especially the character Ta'tan'ia. If you don't want to read it, don't. I really, really want to end this series, as I do feel as though it's going on too long. However, besides this 30K word story, I already have about forty-eight-hundred words of the next one written. Since Daala isn't COS in the books anymore, I'll have to end it soon. Please read and enjoy all all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. To summarize the story thus far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Empire, and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead Jaina is mentally coerced into joining the Prostitution Corps, and becoming an Imperial Prostitute. Jaina is very susceptible to the conditioning, and quickly becomes a fantastic sexual servant to the Empire. Eventually Jaina helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps, as well as Hapan Queen Mother Tenel Ka Djo. After helping keep the Hapes Consortium in the Empire, Jaina is sent to the Jedi Temple, to recruit more Jedi to the Empire. Jedi Master Cilghal discovers the Empire's conditioning however, and the Jedi manage to cure Jaina and the other affected Jedi. Luckily only human Jedi were affected. They also force Moff Jag Fel to free the Hapes Consortium from the Empire. In spite of being extremely upset at the Empire virtually brainwashing them, a few of the female Galactic Alliance Heros continue to serve the Empire. Tahiri Veila remains as High Moff Fel's personal assistant. Jysella Horn and Myri Antilles remain as Colonel Drasi's—the Commandant of the ProCorps Academy—mutual lovers and submissives. Jaina Solo becomes Kyp Durron's personal assistant. Jedi Knight Ta'tan'ia—a Twi'lek—becomes Chief of State Natasi Daala's Jedi liaison. . . and submissive. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Chapter 8 of 8 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Less than ten minutes later, Mirta, Ta'tan'ia, and Trista arrived at the Royal Dungeons. Trista led them inside one of the punishment rooms, the same one Ta'tan'ia had submitted to Moff Fel the previous night. Mirta Gev hit a button on the remote Chief Daala had given her, and ordered Ta'tan'ia to strip. While she did, Trista began showing Madame Gev where everything was. Once Mirta was satisfied, she ordered Trista to wait outside, and make sure they weren't disturbed. Trista assured her that she would, and left. Then she turned to watch Ta'tan'ia get undressed. When the submissive Jedi got down to her durasteel corset, Mirta told her to take it off as well. In less than a minute the purple-skinned Twi'lek was down to her tracking collar, chrono, comlink, and chastity belt. Once again Ta'tan'ia thought of herself as a speeder being loaned to a friend. Or a submissive sex-slave being loaned to a friend. Maybe Chief Daala gave Madame Gev the code to unlock her chastity belt this time, though. Mirta Gev was still in her full armor, including her helmet. She slowly circled Ta'tan'ia, inspecting her from every angle. "I must say, Ta'tan'ia, you look really sexy in beskar restraints," Mirta said as she reached out and tugged on Ta'tan'ia's tracking collar from the rear. "Like a purple-skinned slavegirl, ready to please her Mistress." "Thank you, Madame," Ta'tania replied cheerfully as she felt Mirta pull her hands behind her back, and lock her chrono and comlink together with a short chain. "And I'm very eager to please you, Madame Gev." While she might submit to others, only Chief Daala was Ta'tan'ia's true Mistress. "I'm wearing a beskar collar as well, Jedi," Mirta said as she raised her head to show what looked like a collar just inside the bottom lip of her helmet. "The difference is, mine protects me from attacks, while yours is a symbol of your submissiveness." Ta'tan'ia certainly couldn't argue with that. She loved the fact that Chief Daala could track her anywhere in the galaxy with her tracking collar. She also loved it when she attached a leash to it, or used her chrono and comlink to cuff her. "Yes, Madame Gev," she replied with a smile. "Kneel, Jedi slave," Mirta instructed her. "Yes, Madame Gev," Ta'tan'ia replied, still smiling. As she knelt, Mirta came back around in front of her. Then Mirta began taking off her yellow and gray armor. In a couple of minutes she was naked except for her boots. Ta'tan'ia admired her toned body as she walked back towards her. Mirta stopped standing directly in front of her. Ta'tan'ia gazed up at her as she put a hand on each side of her head. Without saying a word, Mirta gripped each of her lekku, and guided her mouth to her pussy. Just like the night before, Ta'tan'ia began licking the pussy of a virtual stranger, just because Chief Daala had told her to. Actually, Ta'tan'ia wouldn't have minded licking either Moff Fel's or Madame Gev's pussy, but she knew that she was doing it to please her Chief of State. Come to think of it, Chief Daala hadn't even actually told her to submit to either of them. She had just made her wishes clear, and Ta'tan'ia had eagerly obeyed, just like she should. Ta'tan'ia quickly set those thoughts aside, and concentrated on pleasuring Madame Gev. In a couple of minutes, she was moaning and grunting in arousal. Ta'tan'ia gently blew on her clit between sticking her tongue into her wet snatch. Every time she groaned particularly loud, Madame Gev would squeeze her lekku, which hurt quite a bit. Still, Ta'tan'ia kept her tongue busy pleasuring her as best she could. Finally, Ta'tan'ia sensed her arousal surge, and felt her squeeze her lekku hard as she moaned out in orgasm. Ta'tan'ia had to use the Force to stay conscious as Madame Gev crushed her tender tchin-tchun. Still, she kept licking until she recovered, and told her to stop, just like she had learned from her ProCorps training material. "That was fantastic, Ta'tan'ia!" Mirta said as she sat down on the throne-like chair against the wall. "Are all Jedi as talented with their tongues as you are?" she asked as she leaned back and relaxed. "Um, I'm not sure, Madame," Ta'tan'ia replied as she licked the last of her pussy juice off her lips. "I only know about a few personally," she added with a smile. Ta'tan'ia knew of quite a few Jedi that had very talented dicks, but she didn't think Madame Gev was interested in that. While she had had her pussy licked by a few Jedi before Chief Daala had locked her into her chastity belt, she couldn't judge if they were as good as she was. Ta'tan'ia missed getting fucked by Master Durron in particular, though. "That might have even been more fun than fighting you, Jedi," Mirta responded as she absently traced a finger over her still moist pussy. Ta'tan'ia wondered if she had actually faced any Jedi in combat. She knew she had trained against Jaina some, and fought against Darth Cadeus a little. "Thank you, Madame," she answered. "I certainly enjoyed pleasuring you more than I would fighting you," she said with a smile. Mirta smiled back at her as she stood up. "How do you know, if you've never tried to fight me?" she asked as she walked back over to her. "Um, I don't know, Madame," Ta'tan'ia replied tentatively, looking up at her. "And I'd really rather not try and find out, Madame," she added politely. Actually Ta'tan'ia was a little curious how she would fare against a Mandalorian, especially the Mandalore's granddaughter, but she knew that Chief Daala wouldn't want her to fight Madame Gev, or fight at all for that matter, and she definitely didn't want to disobey Chief Daala. Mirta smiled down at her. "Well, as much as I'd love to beat the shavit out of you, I wouldn't want to injure Chief Daala's pet Jedi," she said as she gave her a light kick to her stomach with the toe of her boot. Ta'tan'ia wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. She was relieved that Madame Gev didn't seem to want to put her in a bacta tank for a day, though. "At least in a fight," Mirta said with an evil smile as she reached down and pinched her nipple—hard. "Luckily Chief Daala didn't say anything about me putting you in a Jedi healing trance for awhile." Ta'tan'ia yelped in pain as she pulled against her cuffs. Just as she had been trained, she didn't even try to flinch away. "I'm sure she meant to, Madame," Ta'tan'ia protested. She tried to sense if Madame Gev was serious about hurting her enough to make her go into a healing trance, but she couldn't be sure. She would just have to trust Chief Daala to take care of her. Mitra pulled up on her nipple, and Ta'tan'ia obediently climbed to her feet. Next Mirta guided her—by her nipple—to a chain that disappeared into a small hole in the ceiling. Mirta pulled about a meter of the chain down from out of the hole, and locked the end to the chain between Ta'tan'ia's chrono and comlink. Ta'tan'ia watched her walk over to the control panel on the wall, hit a button, and felt the chain rise into the ceiling, pulling her cuffed wrists along. When her arms where raised high enough to force her to start bending over to relieve the pressure, Mirta stopped the chain. Then Ta'tan'ia watched her pick out a spreader-bar that looked about a meter long, with cuffs welded to each end. Mirta leaned down and locked one cuff around her left ankle. Then, Ta'tan'ia obediently spread her legs apart as she locked the opposite cuff around her right ankle. The spreader-bar felt about three meters long. Since her legs were spread so wide, it put more of her weight on her arms and shoulders. To make matters worse, Mirta promptly raised the chain again, until she was practically standing on her tip-toes. Ta'tan'ia grimaced in pain as she eyed the control panel. It would be easy to reach out with the Force and lower the chain a few centimeters to relieve the strain on her shoulders. She didn't though, because Chief Daala wanted her to be a good, submissive Jedi for Madame Gev, who wanted her in a strict strappado. Ta'tan'ia was also more than a little turned on by the tight bondage. She definitely hoped Chief Daala had given Madame Gev the code to her chastity belt. Maybe she would fuck her from behind with a strap-on or something. As she tried to relieve some of her pain, Ta'tan'ia watched Madame Gev pick out a thick nerfhide blindfold. A few seconds later, it was securely wrapped around Ta'tan'ia's head, cutting off her vision completely. Ta'tan'ia strained to hear her movements as Madame Gev walked barefoot around the room. Luckily she could sense her through the Force without to much trouble, though. She sensed her go back to the supplies, then return. There was a moment of silence, then Ta'tan'ia felt the hard bite of metal on her nipple. Ta'tan'ia winced in pain, and felt Madame Gev put a second clamp on her other nipple. Suddenly Ta'tan'ia felt the sting of a multi-tailed flogger hitting her ass and upper thigh. She screamed in pain, and felt it hit her again. Thanks to the spreader-bar and tight strapaddo bondage, Ta'tan'ia could barely move a centimeter, and Madame Gev was hitting her too fast to anticipate the blows. She just did her best to keep her sensitive lekku out of the flogger's path. Madame Gev stopped, put her hand on top of Ta'tan'ia's head, and lifted it. "We are going to have so much fun, Jedi!" she said with glee. With that she let go of her head, and Ta'tan'ia felt the flogger hit the back of her head, and lekku. She gasped in pain, and almost lost consciousness. "Please don't do that, Madame Gev," Ta'tan'ia begged her, after several seconds, once the excruciating pain had subsided somewhat. "I just wanted to see how sensitive your braintails really are," Madame Gev said as she gently stroked her right lek—her tchun. Then Ta'tan'ia felt her set the flogger down on the middle of her back. "You're still conscious, so I don't know why you're complaining anyway," she added as she gave her tchun a not-quite-hard squeeze. Ta'tan'ia gasped in pain again. She barely sensed Madame Gev walk back to the bondage supplies. A few moments later Ta'tan'ia felt a synthrubber gag at her mouth. Ta'tan'ia really didn't want to be gagged by Madame Gev. She just didn't trust her enough since she might be planning on putting her in a bacta tank. She defiantly kept her mouth shut, even though she knew how helpless she was. "Open up," Madame Gev told her with a light squeeze of her tchin. Ta'tan'ia automatically opened her mouth to cry out, and Madame Gev pushed the cockgag past her lips. It stopped at the back of her mouth. Ta'tan'ia tried to push it back out, but Madame Gev had the strap pulled tight in a flash. Ta'tan'ia groaned in frustration, and gave up struggling. Then Ta'tan'ia felt her pick the flogger up off her back. A split-second later, she felt it land on her lower back. She moved the tip of her tchin out of it's path in the nick-of-time. Suddenly Ta'tan'ia sensed Madame Gev pause a moment, then step over to the bondage supplies, and return. Ta'tan'ia sensed the barest flicker of a warning before she felt the sharp sting of a crop strike the back of thighs. "I've come up with a fun game," Madame Gev announced from behind her. "I'll use this crop to try and hit the pink tips of your braintails, and you try to move them and make me miss," she explained. Frakk, Ta'tan'ia thought in horror. While the ends of her tchun-tchin weren't quite as sensitive as thicker sections near her head, she definitely didn't want them getting hit with a crop. Ta'tan'ia groaned into her gag, and vehemently shook her her head no, causing her tchun-tchin to move back and forth as well. "That's the idea!" Madame Gev said as she lashed out with her crop. Ta'tan'ia felt the crop hit her mid-back, near her right side, missing the tip of her flailing tchun by millimeters. A moment later she was barely able to flick her tchin out of the way, and felt the crop hit her again, this time on the top of her ass, just below the waist belt of her chastity belt. Ta'tan'ia heard Madame Gev laugh, and felt the crop hit her again, with Ta'tan'ia barely getting the tip of her tchun out of the way this time. It didn't take Ta'tan'ia long to become exhausted from the stringent strapaddo, and trying to keep the ends of her lekku out of the crop's path. Even when Madame Gev missed, she still hit her back or ass. A few times Ta'tan'ia was sure that she didn't even aim for her lekku, and just cropped her somewhere on her helpless body. Eventually Ta'tan'ia dropped her tchun-tchin to either side of herself, so when Madame Gev would miss her lekku, she wouldn't hit her somewhere else anyway. "You will keep the ends of your braintails on your back, Jedi," Madame Gev instructed her, giving the thicker part of her tchun a few hard taps with her crop. Ta'tan'ia screamed into her gag, then obeyed with a groan of frustration. Every time Madame Gev's crop hit the tip of her tchun or tchin, Ta'tan'ia gasped in pain. That usually distracted her from trying to anticipate the next blow, which would often hit her lekku as well. Eventually, Ta'tan'ia grew so weary Madame Gev was able to hit the tips of her poor lekku consistently. Besides her throbbing tchun-thcin, Ta'tan'ia's shoulders were killing her, and her entire back, ass and sides hurt from so many misses of Madame Gev's crop. Somehow, Ta'tan'ia started being able to anticipate where Madame Gev was going to hit her, but she was so tired she couldn't move her lekku out of the way fast enough. Madame Gev finally stopped cropping her after hitting her lekku half-a-dozen times in a row. Ta'tan'ia hung exhausted in her restraints. After a few moments, she felt the chain holding her wrists up behind her back being lowered. She dropped down from her tip-toes, and somehow managed to stay on her feet. "Well, I guess that's enough fun for now," Madame Gev commented as she unlocked the spreader-bar from Ta'tan'ia's ankles. Ta'tan'ia listlessly brought her near-numb legs closer together. She felt Madame Gev's hand behind her back, and suddenly her wrist cuffs were unlocked from the ceiling chain. Ta'tan'ia fell, and Madame Gev caught her, then lowered her to the floor, with her wrists still cuffed behind her back. Ta'tan'ia looked up at Madame Gev. She didn't know if she wanted to Force-hurl her into a wall for keeping her in the painful strapaddo so long, and cropping her tchun-tchin so much, or thank her for keeping her in the tight, strict, bondage for so long, and catching her as she fell. After a couple of moments, Ta'tan'ia just groaned into her gag, and dropped her head onto the duracrete floor. As Ta'tan'ia watched from her prone position on the floor, Madame Gev nonchalantly began putting her armor back on. Ta'tan'ia assumed that that meant they were finished. She was a little disappointed that she wouldn't be opening her chastity belt and fucking her, but she really just want to rest awhile. Once Madame Gev had her armor in place except her helmet, she called Trista back in. "Yes, Madame Gev?" Trista asked as she entered the room. Ta'tan'ia glanced up at her, and saw her smile down at her. "I'm finished with Jedi Ta'tan'ia," Madame Gev told her. "Help her get dressed, then both of you report to Chief Daala." "Yes Madame," Trisa replied with a smile. As Mirta walked out, Ta'tan'ia saw her key the remote to her restraints, weakening the maglocks, she assumed. "Wow you're sexy," Trista said as she knelt next to her. She ran her hand down her side, caressing her breast. "It's too bad we're both wearing our chastity belts." Ta'tan'ia looked back up at her, and grunted her agreement into her gag as gave her a flirtatious wink. While she wouldn't mind having some kinky fun with her, she was far too wore-out at the moment. Ta'tan'ia pulled against her cuffs, and the chain popped free from her comlink. Trista carefully helped her sit up, then climb to her feet. She helped her shuffle over to the throne, where Ta'tan'ia sat down wearily, and ran through a Jedi-rejuvenation exercise. Nearly twenty minutes later, Ta'tan'ia and Trista were at the Royal offices, reporting to Regent Daala. Ta'tan'ia was dressed in her Jedi ProCorps-style uniform once again. Regent Daala told her that Mirta Gev had been quite pleased with her performance, and told Ta'tan'ia to rest for a few hours, and that she would summon her when she needed her again. "Thank you, Your Highness," Ta'tan'ia replied. Ta'tan'ia went back to her room, and stripped off her uniform. Once she was down to her tracking collar, chrono, comlink, and chastity belt, she laid down on the bed, and went to sleep. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ That evening, Regent Daala hosted a dinner for some of the Hapan Noblewomen, celebrating the Empire's departure from the Hapes Consortium. After a few hours sleep, Ta'tan'ia's chrono alarm went off. She instantly woke up, quickly got dressed, and reported to Chief Daala. DP was helping her get dressed for the dinner. Ta'tan'ia cheerfully began helping DP get Regent Daala ready. After a while, Regent Daala dismissed DP to get ready herself, while Ta'tan'ia stayed to continue assisting her. "You look beautiful, Your Highness," Ta'tan'ia told her with a smile as she made some adjustments to the gorgeous scarlett, black, and white gown that the Hapans had prepared for their Regent. The bodice of the nearly floor-length gown was inspired by Regent Daala's Admiral's uniform she had worn for so long. Underneath that she wore a body-shaping under-bust waist cincher. A pair of glossy black boots with ten-centimeter heels were on her feet. Regent Daala was also wearing an extremely expensive jeweled bracelet on her right wrist, with a matching ring on her finger, and matching earrings. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia Ch. 08 "This looks like something Ysanne Isard would wear," Regent Daala commented derisively. Ta'tan'ia giggled, more out of an automatic desire to please Chief Daala than anything else. All of her jokes were funny, no matter what. Ta'tan'ia knew the former head of Imperial Intelligence—dead over thirty-four years now—wore a scarlet Admiral's uniform. "She couldn't possibly look as stunning as you do wearing this, Your Highness," Ta'tan'ia assured her. Chief Daala let out a hmmph in response. A few moments later, Ta'tan'ia stepped over to a dresser, picked up a heavy, ornate, wooden box, and brought it to the table near Regent Daala. Then she opened the box, and presented her with her crown. Regent Daala lifted the dazzling crown out of the box, and set it onto her own head with satisfied smile. "You look amazing, Your Highness!" Ta'tan'ia gushed. "Thank you, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala replied with a genuine smile. "I like this much better." Regent Daala stood regally in front of three large floor-to-ceiling mirrors. The ones on either side were at an angle, so she could see either side of herself without turning. Ta'tan'ia climbed onto a small stool behind Regent Daala, and began adjusting her crown. Then she began methodically checking every square centimeter of her and her gown for the slightest speck of dust. Ta'tan'ia even knelt before her, and buffed her glossy boots to perfection. "You know Ta'tan'ia, I never get tired of a Jedi kneeling before me," Chief Daala commented with a smile. Ta'tan'ia paused a moment, and looked up at her. "And I for one, never get tired of kneeling at your feet, Your Excellency," she replied with her own smile. Ta'tan'ia promptly returned to her task of making Regent Daala as beautiful as possible for her dinner. "These heels are killing my feet," Chief Daala complained after a moment. "I don't know why I ever let Tenel Ka talk me into wearing them." "You look fantastic in them," Ta'tan'ia told her. "Very elegant." Ta'tan'ia thought of the eighteen-centimeter stiletto heels she wore—locked on at her ankles and just below her knees—everyday, all day long. DP, Jaina and several others wore similar ones as well. Kriff, the shoes Ta'tan'ia wore to the gym had ten centimeter heels, the same height as the ones Chief Daala was complaining about. "Well, someone will be giving me a long, relaxing foot massage tonight," Chief Daala declared. "I'll be happy to," Ta'tan'ia assured her. She was also sure that DP would be happy to, and possibly Tenel Ka, Trista, or Taryn. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ A few minutes later DP returned, along with Taryn Zel. Both cheerfully greeted Regent Daala upon entering the room. "DP, Ta'tan'ia, this dinner will be for Hapans only," Regent Daala said. "You two will prepare for our departure in the morning." "Of course, Your Highness," DP replied pleasantly. "Yes, Your Highness," Ta'tan'ia answered. Then Regent Daala glanced at Taryn in the mirror. "Will Her Majesty be ready on time?" she asked her as Taryn touched up her hair, and made sure her crown would stay in place throughout the evening. "Absolutely, Your Highness," she assured her. "Trista is with her now, making sure she is dressed exactly how you wanted her." "Good," Regent Daala replied with a nod. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ A while later, Regent Daala, Queen Tenel Ka, and nearly two dozen Hapan noblewomen had a formal dinner to celebrate the Empire's withdrawal from the Hapes Consortium. Tenel Ka was surprised to find nearly half of the noblewomen wearing tracking collars. Most of them had jeweled chokers around their tracking collars, disguising them. On Regent Daala's instructions, Tenel Ka wore an ankle-length nerfhide hobble skirt, along with a matching corset, and eighteen-centimeter high ankle boots. She was also wearing silver durasteel armbands on her biceps, along with her beskar chrono/comlink, and tracking collar. In spite of the constricting outfit, Tenel Ka was surprised at how enjoyable the dinner was. She was also pleasantly surprised that Regent Daala didn't try to embarrass her or anything like that, other than wearing the corset top, hobble skirt, and tracking collar. At the same time, she was a little disappointed that she didn't though. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ While Regent Daala was attending the dinner with Tenel Ka and the other Hapan nobles, Ta'tan'ia and DP went to Regent Daala's office. There Ta'tan'ia helped DP go over Chief Daala's gift list for the upcoming weeks. Chief Daala regularly sent gifts to friends, political allies, and others on various occasions, and DP was primarily responsible for ensuring that the appropriate presents were delivered to the appropriate people at the appropriate time. Ta'tan'ia was amazed at how many people Chief Daala sent gifts too. Between her friends and associates in the Empire, Galactic Alliance, and elsewhere, it was a major task to keep them all organized. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ After dinner, Regent Daala had Mirta Gev escort Tenel Ka to her suite. Taryn and Trista accompanied them, along with a couple of Tenel Ka's bodyguards. When they arrived, Mirta instructed the bodyguards to wait outside. To Tenel Ka's relief, they glanced her way and awaited her nod before obeying. Inside Mirta walked through the suite of rooms, while Taryn and Trista assisted Tenel Ka in getting ready for bed. When they went into the Queen's 'fresher, Mirta didn't follow them. A few minutes later, Trista stepped out to retrieve something for Tenel Ka to sleep in. She returned with a red lashaa silk baby-doll nighty the Queen's clear plastex heels. When Tenel Ka emerged from her 'fresher, Mirta Gev was sitting on one of her pouf couches, wearing a black body glove, and a gun belt. She immediately ordered Trista and Taryn to leave. "Good night, Your Majesty," they told her. "Good night," Tenel Ka told them as they left. Then she turned back to Mirta Gev. "You can sleep on the bed," Mirta told her. "For now." "Um, thank you, Madame Gev," Tenel Ka replied politely. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ When Regent Daala returned from dinner, Ta'tan'ia and DP helped her get ready for bed. That included a nice, relaxing foot massage from Ta'tan'ia, while DP massaged her shoulders. Once Chief Daala was in her bed, Ta'tan'ia and DP stripped down to their collars, chronos, comlinks, and chastity belts, and climbed into their bed. The following day, Chief Daala, Ta'tan'ia, and DP departed for Coruscant, along with the rest of Chief Daala's entourage and guards. As soon as they broke orbit from Hapes, Chief Daala settled into her suite, accompanied by DP and Ta'tan'ia. Mirta Gev stayed on Hapes, overseeing Tenel Ka's security arrangements, and keeping the Queen on a tight leash. Thanks to the tracking collars, Regent Daala would be able to keep track of the Queen, her cousins, and a lot of the Hapan nobles from Coruscant. Mirta and Regent Daala's spies would be able to report on the rest. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ THE END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please vote me a five, and leave me feedback, public or via email. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia II Ch. 01 Authoress's notes: This is yet another story in the Imperial Prostitute Series. It is also a direct sequel to Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia. Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. To summarize the story thus far . . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire. Jag Fel has just been made High Moff of the Empire. Soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead Jaina is mentally coerced into joining the Prostitution Corps, and becomes an Imperial Prostitute. Jaina is very susceptible to the conditioning, and quickly becomes a fantastic sexual servant to the Empire. Eventually Jaina helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps, as well as Hapan Queen Mother Tenel Ka Djo. After helping keep the Hapes Consortium in the Empire, Jaina is sent to the Jedi Temple, to recruit more Jedi to the Empire. Jedi Master Cilghal discovers the Empire's conditioning however, and the Jedi manage to cure Jaina and the other affected Jedi. They also force Moff Jag Fel to free the Hapes Consortium from the Empire. Luckily only humans could be affected. The Chief of State of the Galactic Alliance, Natasi Daala, has also also been up to no good. First she had Han Solo falsely imprisoned. Then she had Leia Organa Solo kidnapped and encased in a special form of carbonite. Chief Daala then put the carbon frozen former Chief of State in her reception area as a statue. Luke Skywalker discovered the truth though, and the Jedi forced her to help them free the Jedi that had been captured by the Empire in exchange for allowing her to remain Chief of State. In spite of being extremely upset at the Empire virtually brainwashing them, a few of the female Galactic Alliance Heroes continue to serve the Empire. Tahiri Veila remains as High Moff Fel's personal assistant. Jysella Horn and Myri Antilles remain as Colonel Drasi's—the Commandant of the ProCorps Academy—mutual lovers and submissives. Jaina Solo becomes Kyp Durron's personal assistant. Jedi Knight Ta'tan'ia—a Twi'lek—becomes Chief of State Natasi Daala's Jedi liaison . . . and submissive. A few weeks later Chief Daala travels to the Hapes Consortium to oversee the Empire's final withdrawal from the Consortium's space. Her Personal Assistant, Syal Antilles, who is also a former Imperial Prostitute, and Ta'tan'ia accompany her. While Chief Daala is there Queen Tenel Ka, who is a newly recovered Imperial Prostitute herself, and the Hapan Nobles ask Chief Daala to become Regent of the Hapes Consortium until the Queen can fully resume her duties. Chief Daala accepts, and quickly uses her position to dominate the Queen and her twin cousins sexually. She locks tracking collars and chastity belts onto all three of them. Regent Daala also leaves a Mandalorian mercenary, Mirta Gev—the granddaughter of Boba Fett—to keep an eye on the Queen for her. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia II Prologue: A week or so after Chief Daala, Ta'tan'ia, and DP return from Hapes, and a couple of months after the Empire's plot to brainwash Jedi is exposed . . . "Comlink," Chief Daala said as the limo speeder began moving. Ta'tan'ia, who was sitting on Chief Daala's right, obediently leaned over and held her right wrist out in front of her. She smiled at DP, who was doing the same from the other side of the Chief of State. Since both of their comlinks were maglocked to their right wrists, neither could actually hand their comlink to her. Chief Daala grabbed Ta'tan'ia's wrist with one hand, and began tapping on the display with her finger. DP silently withdrew her wrist. A few moments later, Ta'tan'ia heard the sound of the game Mad Mynocks coming from her comlink. The game was locked out for Ta'tan'ia of course. Chief Daala wouldn't allow her to waste time playing something like that. She had a whole section of games and files stored on Ta'tan'ia's comlink—as well as DP's—that neither could access. Chief Daala preferred Ta'tan'ia to spend her 'free' time studying how to further serve her, and occasionally talking with a circle of approved friends on her comlink. Chief Daala said that she liked them having the games and files on their comlinks—which were maglocked to their wrists—but not being able to access them. Ta'tan'ia certainly felt a strange . . . eroticism as she docily held her wrist out so Chief Daala could play Mad Mynocks on her wrist comlink, and knowing that she couldn't play the game on it. It was just another way she entertained Chief Daala. Ta'tan'ia felt like nothing more than an accessory. A living transportation device for Chief Daala's games. Nearly fifteen minutes later, they arrived at their destination. Today Chief Daala was dedicating a new wing of a Children's Hospital. As the limospeeder came to a stop, Chief Daala closed down the game, and finally released Ta'tan'ia's wrist. Ta'tan'ia immediately wiped the smudges from Chief Daala's fingers off her otherwise highly polished comlink on her uniform pants. Her chrono and tracking collar were also gleaming. Since she couldn't remove her tracking collar, DP had polished it for her. Ta'tan'ia returned the favor by polishing DP's red durasteel collar for her, although hers was mostly hidden by the collar of her uniform tunic. They had also polished each other's' chastity belts. That had been lots of fun. DP looked to Chief Daala for her permission, and when she nodded her consent, opened the speeder door, and climbed out. She promptly stepped to the side and held the door open for the Chief of State. Chief Daala emerged to applause from the assembled crowd. She acknowledged it with a friendly smile, and a wave. As Ta'tan'ia got out of the speeder she saw Chief Daala being presented a large bouquet of flowers by a young human girl in a repulsor chair. Standing next to the chair was an adult Bith, who Ta'tan'ia recognized as the director of the hospital. As the holographers prepared to take some flat-holos of the occasion, Ta'tan'ia stepped forward, and slipped Chief Daala a small plush bantha from her bag. Chief Daala promptly presented it to the young girl, eliciting a squeal of delight from her, as well as appreciative awwws from the crowd, followed by more applause. Ta'tan'ia and DP stepped back, and waited patiently while some flat-holos were taken of Chief Daala, her flowers, the director, the young patient, and her plush bantha. For the last one, Chief Daala dropped to one knee, and wrapped one arm around her as they each held their gifts from the other in front of themselves. Ta'tan'ia had several dozen more banthas, ronkos, and various other cute, plush animals in her bag she was carrying over her shoulder for Chief Daala to give to the young patients of the hospital. She looked forward to helping Chief Daala make their day a little brighter, while making the Chief of State look good as well. As they entered the hospital's atrium, several more dignitaries joined them. Chief Daala's security officers discreetly encircled the entire group. Ta'tan'ia made sure to keep within three meters of Chief Daala as they walked. If her tracking collar got any further away, then she would be punished later. It was like an electronic leash. DP had the same instructions as well. Ta'tan'ia got a thrill out of secretly submitting to Chief Daala in such a public place, and she could sense that DP did too. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ CHAPTER 1 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Several weeks after they arrived back on Coruscant from Hapes, Chief Daala summoned DP into her office, and ordered her to massage her feet. "Of course, Your Excellency," DP replied cheerfully as she walked behind her desk. As DP pulled off Chief Daala's boots, she decided that it would be a good time to ask her about visiting Bastion with her family. Before she could ask though, Chief Daala picked up a datapad, and started doing some work on it. DP remained silent, since it wouldn't be proper to interrupt her while she was working. DP sat down on the floor in front of Chief Daala's chair, gently picked up her left foot, and put it in her lap. As she began massaging her foot, DP thought about how much she enjoyed serving Chief Daala. She would have to thank Moff Fel for assigning her to her when she had been a ProCorps trooper. When DP was close to finished massaging her feet, Chief Daala finally set her datapad down on her desk, and leaned back in her chair. "Your Excellency, may I ask you a favor?" DP asked her. "You may," Chief Daala responded after a moment. "May I visit my sister, Jysella Horn, and Commandant Drasi on Bastion with my parents and the Horns?" DP asked from her position at her feet. "I've already spoken to Ta'tan'ia, and she says she will be happy to be your full-time PA while I'm away." "Who will clean my apartment?" Chief Daala asked as she looked down at her. "Ta'tan'ia will be happy to take care of that too, Your Excellency," DP assured her. Chief Daala nodded her head thoughtfully. "And does High Moff Fel know that two Jedi are planning on invading his Capital?" DP smiled at her use of the word invading. "I'm not sure, Your Excellency," she replied. "Nine—Jysella—and Myri said that Commandant Drasi will be there, but I don't know if Moff Fel knows personally." "Let me discuss the matter with Moff Fel then, DP," Chief Daala told her. "Go back to your desk, and I'll let you know when I need you again." "Yes, Your Excellency," DP replied, glancing at her comlink. "Your meeting with the Mid-Rim Senatorial Committee is in twenty minutes, Your Excellency," she reminded her politely. "Thank you, DP, you may go," Chief Daala replied as she initialized the holoemitter. "Thank you, Your Excellency," DP answered as she rose to her feet and hurried back out to her reception area. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ "Good morning, Your Excellency," Moff Fel said with a smile once the HoloNet connection was made. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" "Good morning to you as well, Your Excellency," Chief Daala replied with her own smile. "Are you aware that Master Horn, Jedi Valin Horn, General Antilles and their families are planning on visiting Bastion in the near future?" "Yes I am, thank you," he answered. "I'm looking forward to seeing my Aunt, Uncle, and cousins." Then he paused a moment. "I hope you'll be able to spare Syal for a couple of weeks for the visit?" Chief Daala considered that a moment. "I suppose so," she reluctantly replied. "For you." "Thank you, Your Excellency," Jag responded with an appreciative smile. "I'm sure both General Antilles and Master Horn will be thrilled to see their daughters serving the Empire," she said sarcastically. Jag chuckled in response. "It is ironic, considering how long they fought against it, isn't it?" "Yes it is," Chief Daala agreed. "Perhaps one day their grandchildren will serve the Empire as well," she commented. Jag flashed a look of surprise. "Yeah, that'd be great," he said, quickly recovering. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Less than ten minutes after dismissing her, Chief Daala called DP back into her office. Ta'tan'ia wished her luck as she took her place at her desk. "Yes, Your Excellency?" DP asked as she approached her. She stopped about a meter from her desk, and assumed parade rest. "I've decided you can go to Bastion," Chief Daala told her. "Thank you, Your Excellency!" DP said as she grinned with excitement. "And while you're there, Commandant Drasi will have control of your chastity belt," Chief Daala added. "Okay, Your Excellency," DP replied, slightly confused. "I'll be happy to do whatever you want me to." DP had devoted the last couple of years of her life to serving Chief Daala—first for the Empire, then for herself—and she had no intention of ever leaving her side. DP had once been Commandant Drasi's personal ProCorps trooper. While she didn't want to be that again, she was very happy to submit to him, as long as Chief Daala wanted her to. Maybe he would even let her orgasm. Myri and Jysella had been his personal ProCorps troopers as well, and they were happy enough serving him. In fact, DP had served Commandant Drasi with Jysella Horn for a while, until he replaced her with Myri, her younger sister. "I know you will, DP," Chief Daala told her with an amused nod. "Now, come around here and show me how much you appreciate me allowing you to go to Bastion with your family." "Of course, Your Excellency," DP responded cheerfully, stepping forward. A few moments later, DP was behind Chief Daala's desk, on her knees. Chief Daala quickly pulled down her pants, then pulled DP's head between her legs. DP's tongue eagerly found her clit, and she began showing her how much she appreciated being allowed to visit her family, and serving her. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ That afternoon, Arik the Hutt came to visit Chief Daala. DP was on her lunch break, so Ta'tan'ia greeted him, and escorted him into Chief Daala's office. Ta'tan'ia was far more interested in the twin red-skinned Lethan Twi'leks that had accompanied him though. The tips of both of their lekku were black. The combination was extremely rare. It was even more rare for twins to have the exact same rare skin pigmentation. What really caught Ta'tan'ia's eye was that both were wearing black pants and tunics that looked remarkably like ProCorps uniforms. Both had red boots with stiletto heels that looked about eighteen-centimeters high, and wide red nerfhide belts around their waists. Both were also wearing black durasteel collars, with matching cuffs on their wrists, all of which were partially hidden by their tunics. Last of all, they both had black durasteel head harnesses on. "I love your outfits," Ta'tan'ia told them once she had closed the door to Chief Daala's office. "Thanks," the one on the right replied with a friendly smile. "We love yours as well; and your tchun-tchin," she added, gesturing towards Ta'tan'ia's ass-length brain-tails. Ta'tan'ia couldn't tell them apart at all. "You're twins, right?" she asked carefully, as they all wandered towards one of Chief Daala's pouf-couches. "Yes," the one on the right answered. "I'm Neelia, and this is Aileen," she said, gesturing towards her sister. "Nice to meet you," Ta'tan'ia told them. Then she introduced herself. "Master Arik had our uniforms patterned after some Imperials' assistants, and Chief Daala's assistant," Aileen told her. She held up her right wrist, and pushed back her sleeve. "A comlink—" she pushed back her left sleeve—"and chrono, just like yours, I believe." "And tracking collars," Neelia added, reaching over and pulling down Aileen's tunic to reveal the black durasteel encircling her neck. "That match the tips of our tchun-tchin," she said, flexing her lekku to draw Ta'tan'ia's attention to the black ends. Ta'tan'ia frowned slightly. "Master?" she asked cautiously as they sat down on the pouf couch. "Yes, Master," Aileen replied with a nod as she sat down on Ta'tan'ia's left. Neelia sat on her right. "He is our owner." Both were sitting close, but not quite close enough to be improper. Ta'tan'ia certainly didn't mind one bit. She enjoyed being friendly to Chief Daala's guests. It was part of making them feel comfortable, and having a pleasant visit, even if Chief Daala wasn't always quite as friendly as she was. "You mean you're slaves!" Ta'tan'ia said in shock. "Yeah," Neelia responded in obvious confusion, with both of them flexing their lekku in agreement. "That's horrible!" Ta'tan'ia announced. She couldn't believe slavery existed on Coruscant—and right here in Chief Daala's office! Mentally she began debating whether Chief Daala or Master Durron could free them easier. "It is?" Aileen asked. "We are happy serving Master Arik. He takes good care of us," she said with a shrug of her shoulders, and gesture of her tchin. Neelia flexed her lekku in agreement. "You're slaves!" Ta'tan'ia repeated in exasperation. "It's wrong to own sentient beings! And illegal!" The twin Twi'leks glanced at each other from either side of Ta'tan'ia in obvious amusement. "We understand how you feel, Jedi Ta'tan'ia," Aileen said. "But trust us, we're very happy." "And Master Arik has diplomatic immunity while he's in the Galactic Alliance," Neelia said. "So we can accompany him while he travels without fear of being seized by the Galactic Alliance authorities." Ta'tan'ia was still upset by the idea of slavery right here on Coruscant, but she could sense that they were both perfectly happy with the situation. "How can you be fine with being owned by another being?" she asked them. They glanced at each other again, still obviously amused. "Well, it's all we've ever been," Neelia said. "And like she said, Master Arik takes good care of us." She paused a moment, then added, "And we're not the only ones wearing a collar and shackles," as she gestured towards Ta'tan'ia's tracking collar, and quickly tapped her comlink on her right wrist. Ta'tan'ia blushed with embarrassment. "That's different," she countered, while considering her statement. "I'm wearing my collar at my Chief of State's request." She didn't bother to mention her chrono and comlink, as both Neelia and Aileen were obviously aware of what else they were very useful for. Both twins chuckled. "Can you take it off?" Neelia asked her? "No," Ta'tan'ia admitted. "What good is a tracking collar that the wearer could take off?" "None," Aileen agreed with a smile. "But that's what we're saying. We're not treated any worse than you are." "Or Syal Antilles, or Jedi Solo, when she was Chief Daala's Jedi liaison," Neelia added. Ta'tan'ia considered both statements a moment. "Well, maybe," she admitted. "But Chief Daala doesn't own me." Neelia shrugged her shoulders. "Yet she has a tracking collar locked on you, and thinly disguised wrist cuffs." Ta'tan'ia glanced down at her chrono and comlink. "Well, what sort of duties does Master Arik have you do?" she asked. "Anything he wants us too," Aileen said with a friendly smile, leaving no doubt what she meant by anything. Neelia nodded her head in agreement, and flexed her tchun to wrap the tip around the end of Ta'tan'ia's tchin. It was a strong sign of affection for Twi'leks. "Mostly entertaining him, and serving as his secretaries, and greeting his business associates, and entertaining them," she explained. "Serving him . . .intimately," Aileen chimed in. "As well as anyone else he wants us too." As she spoke, she slid a little close to Ta'tan'ia, and interlocked her tchin with Ta'tan'ia's tchun. Neelia used the distraction to slide a little closer from the other side as well, and slip her arm around Ta'tan'ia's waist. Aileen quickly followed suite from her left. Ta'tan'ia was only too aware that that sounded a lot like how she served Chief Daala. "It's still not right to own sentient beings," she said. Then she changed the subject. "Anyway though, I love your tchun-tchins," she said, flexing her lekku against their matching black-tipped lekku. "They are very beautiful." "Thanks," Aileen replied with a smile. "Your skin colorization is beautiful as well." "Thanks," Ta'tan'ia answered. "It's rare to have twins with such unusual skin pigmentation." "Master Arik bred us to look like this," Neelia commented. Ta'tan'ia stared at them in shock. "You were bred?" she asked incredulously, unconsciously withdrawing her lekku from theirs. "Yeah," Neelia answered. "Master Arik has owned our ancestors for twenty-three generations, and bred us to look like this." Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia II Ch. 01 It took Ta'tan'ia a few moments to comprehend what she had said. Arik had owned—and bred—them and their family for TWENTY-THREE GENERATIONS like they were his pet nerfs or something. "That . . .that's horrible," Ta'tan'ia finally said in disbelief. Aileen and Neelia glanced at each other again, and smiled politely. "We're proud our lineage has served Master Arik for so long," Aileen answered. Ta'tan'ia ran through a Jedi calming exercise. "That still doesn't make it right," she told them. They glanced at each other again, then back to her. "We're fine, Ta'tan'ia," Neelia insisted. "And perfectly happy with being Master Arik's slaves," Aileen added, squeezing Ta'tan'ia's waist. "Hey, are you wearing a corset?" she asked with a smile. "Yeah," Ta'tan'ia answered, since they both obviously already knew. "Are you?" she asked, glancing from Aileen to Neelia and back. "Of course," Neelia replied with a smile. "Black durasteel." Then she leaned in close to her. "With matching chastity belts." Ta'tan'ia smiled at both of them. "Sounds sexy," she responded. She didn't mention her own, as it might embarrass Chief Daala. "It is," Aileen agreed as she reached over Ta'tan'ia and patted her sisters crotch. Ta'tan'ia sat silently as she contemplated the situation a moment. Chief Daala or Master Durron still might be able to free them. She definitely wanted to keep in touch with them. "Can we exchange comm frequencies?" Ta'tan'ia suggested. "So we can keep in touch?" "Sure," Neelia replied cheerfully. "Master Arik will have to approve it though." "Okay," Ta'tan'ia agreed. "And just so you know, he records and monitors all of our communications with our comlinks," Aileen added. Ta'tan'ia couldn't help but smile with embarrassment. "Chief Daala does mine too," she admitted. As the three Twi'leks continued chatting, they continued comparing their respective uniforms, and talked about how they served their superiors. Ta'tan'ia found out that their collars and comlinks were durasteel instead of beskar like hers. She had figured they were, since beskar was a lot more expensive than durasteel, which was plenty to restrain a Wookiee, much less a Twi'lek. Their belts were locked on, and their boots had hidden shackles just below their knees and at their ankles, just like hers. Ta'tan'ia politely declined to reveal whether or not she was wearing a chastity belt. She wasn't about to embarrass Chief Daala by telling the galaxy that she was wearing one underneath her uniform. She also didn't mention that Chief Daala had had some padding added to the knees of her uniform, since she spent so much time one them. She had done the same for DP's uniform as well. Eventually Chief Daala finished her meeting with the Hutt. All three Twi'leks leapt to their feet to their feet as Chief Daala and Arik exited her office. The two groups said goodbye, and Arik left, followed cheerfully by Neelia and Aileen. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ "I see that you made some new friends," Chief Daala commented once the Hutt and Lethan Twi'leks had left. "Um, yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered, momentarily caught off guard. Still, she quickly seized the opportunity. "About that, Your Excellency," she said as she followed Chief Daala back towards her office. "Aileen and Neelia are Arik's slaves. Is there some way you can free them?" Chief Daala stopped just inside the doorway to her office, and turned around to face her. "Arik has diplomatic immunity, Ta'tan'ia. Besides, I have far too much to do to try to free a pair of slaves that don't appear to be being mistreated in any great way." "They're slaves," Ta'tan'ia protested. "Ta'tan'ia, slavery is not illegal in Hutt Space," Chief Daala said patiently. "As matter of fact, Arik offered to buy you." Ta'tan'ia stared at her, her mouth agape in shock. "I'm not a slave, Your Excellency!" she practically shouted at her after a moment. "Calm down, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala instructed her. "I told him as much." "Thank you, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied breathlessly. "And I told him that even if you were, I wouldn't sell you." Ta'tan'ia couldn't help but smile in appreciation. "Thank you, Your Excellency," she said earnestly. She was surprised that Chief Daala cared so much. "But what about—" "Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala cut her off, "unless the Jedi want to invade Hutt space and free all their slaves, don't bother me with this again." "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied obediently. That still didn't mean Ta'tan'ia was going to forget about Aileen and Neelia's plight. "Um, one more thing Your Excellency," she said as Chief Daala turned to go back into her office. "What is it, Ta'tan'ia?" Chief Daala asked with a hint of impatience. "May I add Aileen and Neelia's comm frequency to my comlink and chat with them when my duties permit?" she asked politely. "Of course you can, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala answered with a smile. "They are just the sort of friends you should have. Two beings as dedicated to serving their Master as you are to serving me." Ta'tan'ia didn't really care for the implication—she wasn't a slave—but she let it go. "Thank you, Your Excellency," she responded with a cheerful smile. "May I get you anything before I return to my duties?" "Since you asked, I believe I'll have a caf," Chief Daala replied. "And a shoulder massage." "Coming right up, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered happily as she headed to the Chief of State's beverage station in the corner. There was another station in the reception area for Chief Daala's guests. Chief Daala liked her caf with several exotic ingredients precisely blended, but Ta'tan'ia prepared it effortlessly. DP had shown her how the first day she had started serving Chief Daala, and she had only messed it up once. That had earned her ten licks with a crop, and DP five for not instructing her properly. A minute or so later, Ta'tan'ia was massaging Chief Daala's shoulders, while she relaxed and drank her caf, and read a report on her datapad. While she kneaded her shoulders and neck, Ta'tan'ia wondered how soon she would be able to talk to Master Durron about freeing Aileen and Neelia. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ When Ta'tan'ia arrived at the Jedi Temple that evening, she ran into the holojournalist Javis Tyrr going in as well. Kani Asari met him in just inside. Then, to Ta'tan'ia's surprise, they shared a passionate kiss. After a few seconds, they headed towards the dorm floors, arm-in-arm. Ta'tan'ia shook her head in bemusement, and went off to find Master Durron. After a couple of minutes Ta'tan'ia ran into Sanola Ti, who directed her to one of the training rooms. She quickly found Master Durron through the Force, and waited patiently outside the room for him to finish. "Good evening Master Durron, Master Katarn," Ta'tan'ia said as the two Jedi Masters exited the training room a while later. Both were covered with sweat, obviously from a strenuous training session. "Hello Ta'tan'ia," Kyp replied with a smile. Kyle simply nodded his head politely. Then he glanced at Master Durron, and back to Ta'tan'ia. "I'll let you two talk," he added after a heartbeat, no doubt picking up on the vibe from Ta'tan'ia. "Thank you, Master Katarn," Ta'tan'ia said with obvious relief. Master Durron turned and went back into the training room, and Ta'tan'ia obediently followed him. He winced noticeably as he sat down on a nearby bench. "Are you okay Master?" Ta'tan'ia asked in concern as he gestured for her to sit down next to him. "Yeah, Master Katarn just got a couple of good shots in on me," he replied with a dismissive waive. "What's on your mind?" "Oh, okay Master," Ta'tan'ia replied. Then she quickly explained that Arik the Hutt had come to visit Chief Daala, and brought two slaves with him. She explained how he had owned their family for twenty-three generations, and bred them to look how he wanted them too, like they were his pet banthas or something. She also told him that Chief Daala wasn't interested at all in freeing them. Kyp let out a sigh. "I'm afraid there's not a lot we can do," he replied. "As long as Arik's on Coruscant, he's protected by diplomatic immunity." "What about when he leaves?" Ta'tan'ia asked earnestly. "Can't we send a rescue team to ambush his ship or something?" "Not with Daala around," he answered. "She would either accuse us of trying to start a war, or somehow extend him diplomatic immunity, and try to arrest whomever was involved, and me." "So you aren't going to do anything?" Ta'tan'ia asked, obviously upset. "I'm sorry, Ta'tan'ia," Kyp said. "We just can't risk upsetting Daala for two slaves." Ta'tan'ia had expected something like that. At least she knew that Master Durron wanted to help though. She could sense his sincerity through the Force. "Okay, Master Durron," she answered resignedly. "I guess two slaves aren't important enough for the Jedi Order to bother with." She knew she was being unfair, but she couldn't stop herself from adding the dig. "Ta'tan'ia," Kyp said with a sigh. "I'm sorry Master," she quickly replied. "I know you want to help them. I'm just upset that you can't." Kyp regarded her a moment. "So you do understand that we can't risk Daala's wrath on this. Even if you did something on your own, she would probably blame the whole Order," he pointed out. "Yes Master," Ta'tan'ia responded with an affirmative nod. Then she paused a moment. "Actually Master, they both seemed pretty happy with being slaves." "That sometimes happens," Kyp answered after a slight hesitation. "Not many people would be happy with the way Chief Daala treats you," he added carefully. Ta'tan'ia couldn't help but grin slightly. "They—Aileen and Neelia, Arik's . . . slaves—said something like that too, Master," she replied. "As matter of fact, they even had uniforms just like mine. They said Arik based them off DP's, and some Imperial ProCorps troopers." That information caused Kyp to pause and think a moment. "They said he patterned them on Imperial ProCorps troopers?" he asked pointedly. Ta'tan'ia thought back. "Um, no Master. They said Imperials' assistants," she told him. "Ah, so he probably just saw them, and copied the uniforms," he answered. "Um they had durasteel corsets and chastity belts underneath their uniforms," Ta'tan'ia said after a moment's hesitation. "Just like me . . . and the others," she added after a few more moments' hesitation. Master Durron sat in silent thought a few seconds. "I wonder how he found that out," he finally said. "The ProCorps program is supposed to be a closely guarded secret, for obvious reasons." "I don't know, Master," Ta'tan'ia answered honestly. "Maybe the Imperials sent him one for . . . entertainment, and he found out?" she suggested. "Probably something like that," Kyp agreed with a smile. "But enough of that. How are you other than worried about Hutt's slaves?" "Fine, Master," Ta'tan'ia answered cheerfully. "As usual." "Good. If anything changes on that, you make sure you let me know," Kyp told her firmly. "I will, Master," she assured him with a grateful smile. Then her smile turned seductive. "Do you want me to massage your side, Master?" she asked as she squeezed his muscular thigh. "Or anything else that gets stiff?" "Not tonight Ta'tan'ia," Kyp replied as he picked her hand up by her chrono, and moved it off his leg. "Okay Master," she answered with a twinge of disappointment. No doubt Jaina had already taken care of him at least once today. She was probably waiting for him in his bed too. "Let me know if you change your mind though." Kyp climbed to his feet, smiled down at her, then shook his head in amusement. "Goodnight, Ta'tan'ia," he said as he walked out. Ta'tan'ia went to her room, then stripped down to her tracking collar, chrono, comlink, chastity belt before sliding a black tank top with the Chief of State's Seal on her left breast over her head. Her room was small, and thus, her 'fresher was less than two meters from her bedside. Still, Ta'tan'ia paused to slide on her clear plastex heels before she used the 'fresher. When she finished, she strutted back to her nightstand, slipped off her heels, and sat down on her bed. Next Ta'tan'ia pulled out a short length of chain, and a set of beskar ankle shackles Chief Daala had gotten her. Ta'tan'ia locked the shackles around her ankles, and pulled her blanket over her. Then she maglocked one end of the chain to her chrono, and the other to her comlink. Last of all, Ta'tan'ia ran through a Jedi calming exercise, and drifted off to sleep. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Over the next several days Ta'tan'ia rose early, worked out, then got ready and went to Chief Daala's office. During her fourteen plus hour work days, Chief Daala sent her on quite a few errands—both personal and official. Ta'tan'ia also dusted Chief Daala's lightsaber display case twice a day, and helped DP keep the rest of the office clean. Ta'tan'ia also eagerly gave Chief Daala massages and performed other personal, intimate duties, up to licking her pussy on demand. Chief Daala didn't allow her to orgasm at all though. Ta'tan'ia's frustration only made her even more aroused. The more frustrated and aroused she got, the more delighted Chief Daala got. Quite a few days, the last thing Chief Daala had her do before dismissing her for the evening was to lick her to orgasm, making sure her Jedi pet left with the taste of her pussy on her lips, and her own locked behind her indestructible beskar chastity belt. The Chief of State's official Seal on the front of the chastity belt, so she could never forget who had control of her purple pussy. Most evenings when Ta'tan'ia finally returned to the Jedi Temple, she trained. She had to borrow a lightsaber though, as hers was still in Chief Daala's office, in her display case. Kani, Sanola Ti, Turi Altamik, Jaina, and a lot of the other Jedi found out she was going by DJ, around Chief Daala's offices. They refused to call her DJ though, like they had done when Jaina had the nickname. Ta'tan'ia didn't mind, while she liked being called DJ, but she was still Jedi Knight Ta'tan'ia. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The End of Chapter 1 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, vote me a five, and please leave me feedback, public or via email. -Bethany Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia II Ch. 02 Over the next several days Ta'tan'ia rose early, worked out, then got ready and went to Chief Daala's office. During her fourteen plus hour work days, Chief Daala sent her on quite a few errands—both personal and official. Ta'tan'ia also dusted Chief Daala's lightsaber display case twice a day, and helped DP keep the rest of the office clean. Ta'tan'ia also eagerly gave Chief Daala massages and performed other personal, intimate duties, up to licking her pussy on demand. Chief Daala didn't allow her to orgasm at all though. Ta'tan'ia's frustration only made her even more aroused. The more frustrated and aroused she got, the more delighted Chief Daala got. Quite a few days, the last thing Chief Daala had her do before dismissing her for the evening was to lick her to orgasm, making sure her Jedi pet left with the taste of her pussy on her lips, and her own locked behind her indestructible beskar chastity belt. The Chief of State's official Seal on the front of the chastity belt, so she could never forget who had control of her purple pussy. Most evenings when Ta'tan'ia finally returned to the Jedi Temple, she trained. She had to borrow a lightsaber though, as hers was still in Chief Daala's office, in her display case. Kani, Sanola Ti, Turi Altamik, Jaina, and a lot of the other Jedi found out she was going by DJ, around Chief Daala's offices. They refused to call her DJ though, like they had done when Jaina had the nickname. Ta'tan'ia didn't mind, while she liked being called DJ, but she was still Jedi Knight Ta'tan'ia. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ CHAPTER 2 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Nearly a week after Chief Daala granted Syal Antilles' permission to visit Bastion with her family and the Horns . . . DP walked up the Pulsar Skate's landing ramp, pulling a small bag along behind her. She was wearing her blue personal assistant's uniform with red trim, complete with her eighteen centimeter heeled red soled boots, red durasteel collar, chrono, and comlink. She was also wearing her red durasteel corset and chastity belt underneath her uniform. While she was on vacation, she could remove her uniform, collar, and corset as she needed. Her chastity belt could only be opened by Chief Daala, and Commandant Drasi, when she arrived on Bastion. No one could unlock her chrono and comlink except for Chief Daala though. Her comlink had a tracking device in it, so Chief Daala could always locate her. Just inside the ship DP ran into Master Horn. "Hi, Syal," he said with a smile. "Hi, Master Horn," DP answered with a smile. "Where's everyone else?" "On the bridge," he replied. "Except for your mom; she's in the cargo hold." "Thanks Master," DP said as she headed towards the cabins to stow her bag. After she did that, she went to the bridge. "Permission to come aboard?" DP asked as she entered the bridge. Even though she was among family, it was proper to have the Captain's permission to board a ship. DP's ProCorps training had only reinforced such formal behavior. Her dad, Wedge Antilles, was sitting at the pilot's controls, Valin Horn was at the navigator's station, and Mirax Horn was sitting in the Captain's chair. "Of course, Syal," Mirax replied with a smile. DP saw a red durasteel collar around Mirax's neck as she looked back at her. She was also wearing a scarlet jumpsuit, and black high heeled boots. A red durasteel chrono was around her left wrist, and a matching comlink around her right. DP found an empty seat in the back, and sat down. A few moments later, Master Horn joined them. "Everything's ready," he announced as he took the co-pilot's station. Once the Pulsar Skate had lifted off and entered hyperspace, DP went aft to see her mom. She found her in the cargo hold, straightening some containers out. Iella Antilles was also wearing a scarlet jumpsuit, with a red durasteel collar, and matching chrono and comlink. Black high heeled boots were on her feet, just like Mirax. "Hi mom," DP said as she gave her a hug. "Hey Syal," Iella Antilles replied with a smile. "Still keeping Chief Daala happy?" "Of course mom," DP answered with her own smile. "Are you wearing a chastity belt?" she asked her in surprise as she felt what she thought was the waist belt. "Guilty," she confessed, her smile turning slightly embarrassed. "Your dad surprised me a few weeks ago. Corran got Mirax one too." DP didn't really want to think about her parents or the Horns having sex with each other. She was glad that her and her mom had something else in common though. "Well, let me know if you want any advice keeping clean or anything," she offered. "Thanks dear, but I'm fine," Iella assured her. "I wore one when I was a ProCorps trooper too." "Oh yeah, I forgot," DP responded with her own embarrassed smile. Then she glanced over at the far wall. "Um mom, are those cages?" she asked curiously, gesturing towards the pair of side-by-side durasteel enclosures. They were each about a meter tall, wide and deep. "Yeah," she admitted. "Mirax and I . . . end up in them sometimes. Then she smiled brightly. "Want to try one out?" "No thanks, mom," DP replied after a moment's hesitation. Then she glanced back at her, and realized something else about her mom's outfit. It was a red jumpsuit, just like Mirax was wearing. "Mom, are you supposed to be dressed like Ysanne Isard?" Iella's face lit up in a grin. "Yes!" she answered happily. "Mirax and I both love to dress like her as much as we can. We even have authentic replica uniforms to wear on Bastion." DP stared at her a moment. She didn't quite know how to respond to that. "Well, as long as you are happy," she replied with a polite smile. Suddenly Iella stepped towards her. "It's great to see you, Syal," she said as she embraced her again. "Thanks, Mom," DP replied cheerfully as she returned the hug. "It's great to see you and dad too." DP spent the rest of the trip catching up with her parents and the Horns, as well as helping out around the ship. When the Skate dropped out of hyperspace to change course, she checked her comlink for messages from Chief Daala or Ta'tan'ia. She found a few from Ta'tan'ia, just seeing how she was doing, and catching her up on the routine comings and goings around Chief Daala's offices. DP replied, and thanked her. A few days later, the Pulsar Skate arrived on Bastion. For the first time in years, DP dressed in something other than her ProCorps uniform to go out in public. Following her mom's and Mirax's lead, she was wearing a red jumpsuit, along with her black eighteen-centimeter heeled knee boots. She was still wearing her red durasteel collar, corset, chastity belt, chrono and comlink. All-in-all, she thought she looked great, although she still preferred her Galactic Alliance Blue ProCorps-style uniform she wore serving Chief Daala. Commandant Drasi met them when they landed, along with DP's sister Myri Antilles—Sixty—and Jysella Horn—Nine. Sixty-Nine were very happy to see them, just as the DP, her parents, and the Horns were happy to see them. DP had also been looking forward to seeing Commandant Drasi again. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ "You know Ta'tan'ia, I'm really glad you're my Jedi liaison," Chief Daala commented as the purple-skinned Twi'lek massaged her back. "Thank you, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered with a smile. "I enjoy serving you." Chief Daala let out a contented sigh. "Jaina was nice and all, but she was brainwashed by the Empire. I never could be one hundred percent sure of her loyalty to me." "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied with a slight frown. One of the things that still upset her about Chief Daala was that she knew about the Empire brainwashing some of the Jedi, and hadn't done anything about it. She had even been helping the Empire. Ta'tan'ia was even more upset at the Empire though. "You on the other hand, are perfectly loyal and obedient as I'd want, without me having to worry about you being an Imperial spy," Chief Daala explained. "Thank you, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia responded as she kneaded her ribcage. "I would never spy for the Empire." Chief Daala made a noise of agreement. "There is one thing I've been wondering though," she commented after a couple of moments. Ta'tan'ia immediately keyed in on that statement with the Force, and her normal senses. "What's that, Your Excellency?" she asked obediently. "Why do you continue to do that combat training almost every evening when you return to the temple?" "Um, I'm a Jedi, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered tentatively. "Well, I was thinking, you should move out of the Temple, and into DP's apartment with her," Chief Daala said lazily. "That way you will be closer to me." "But Your Excellency, I like living in the Jedi Temple," Ta'tan'ia protested as she moved down and began kneading her thighs. "I like having you close by, and away from all those influences," Chief Daala stated. "I will still allow you to visit occasionally, if you're a good little Jedi." Ta'tan'ia ran through a Jedi calming exercise. "Um, Your Excellency, I really want to stay at the Temple," she said as she continued to massage her calves. "Don't you want to please me though?" Chief Daala asked her. "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied obediently. She did want to please Chief Daala, but she really didn't want to move out of the Temple. "Can I think about it a few days, Your Excellency?" "I suppose so," Chief Daala replied after an audible sigh. "But, tomorrow evening I want you to come over and tidy things up for me." "Of course, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered obediently. "Good," Chief Daala replied with satisfaction. "I've also decided that from now on, you'll be called DJ," she informed her. Ta'tan'ia knew that DJ was short for Daala's Jedi. It was a term of ownership. Jaina had picked up the name from some of the holojournalists when she had been Chief Daala's Jedi liaison. A few had whispered the name around Ta'tan'ia, but it hadn't caught on yet. "Thank you, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied cheerfully. She was thrilled to have earned a pet name from Chief Daala! ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Ta'tan'ia looked past her lightsaber, measuring her opponent across the blue blade. He circled towards her left, and she shifted her stance to keep him in front of her. Ta'tan'ia had spent nearly fourteen hours serving Chief Daala today. Then, in spite of her fatigue, when Chief Daala had finally dismissed her, she had come straight to one of the Temple's training rooms to practice her lightsaber techniques. She was still wearing her complete Jedi ProCorps-style uniform, including her durasteel corset, and eighteen-centimeter high stiletto heeled knee boots. The reason she was sparing in her punishing corset and towering heels was that since she was locked in them outside the Temple, it was highly probable she would have to fight while wearing them at some point. While Ta'tan'ia had made great strides in fighting with her corset forcing her to only be able to take shallow breaths, and her stylus-thin heels making it harder for her to balance, she was still nowhere near the level she had been before she had started wearing them. She had spent enough time wearing the heels to be able to move around well enough in them. The corset was a lot harder to fight with though. She had to use the Force to supplement her energy much more than she used to. That made it harder for her to be able to use the Force for other things—like anticipating her opponent's strikes. Attan stepped forward and stabbed at her midsection with his lightsaber. Ta'tan'ia dodged to her left and lashed out with her right foot to kick his leg out from under him. At the same time she protected her head and upper body with her own lightsaber. Attan deftly leapt over her leg, and drove his left foot past her lightsaber, hard into her chest. The air went out of Ta'tan'ia's chest with a whoosh as she went backwards in a half-roll-half-flip, landing on one knee. She kept her lightsaber up to block his follow-up strike. Instead of being practically on top of her though, he was still a meter and a half away. Ta'tan'ia quickly rose to her feet as she backed further away from him, and used the fraction-of-a-second-break to—as best she could with the corset—catch her breath. Attan took a step towards her, and Ta'tan'ia sensed him wince in pain when his weight went to his left ankle. In spite of his injury, Attan quickly closed the gap, and let loose with a flurry of strikes. Ta'tan'ia struggled to block them as she backpedaled. After nearly a dozen strikes, Ta'tan'ia momentarily dropped her guard. Attan instantly took advantage, and gave her a hard Force shove. Ta'tan'ia fell backwards, and slid a couple of meters or so across the floor. She kept a firm grip on her lightsaber. In less than a second she started to get back up, only to have Attan land on top of her, with his knee on her chest, and his lightsaber just centimeters above her face. Ta'tan'ia stared up at him a moment. "That's two-in-a-row," he said with a smile as he shut down his lightsaber, and reached out to help her up. Ta'tan'ia shut down her lightsaber as well as she took his hand. "You win," she said as he helped her to her feet. "I'm too tired to fight again." "So I barely beat you in your corset and heels," he said. "If you keep getting better, I'll have to cuff you to win," he added with a smile. "Sounds like fun," Ta'tan'ia replied with her own smile. "I think I twisted my ankle kicking your durasteel corset, though," he complained as he limped over to a bench near a wall. "Sorry," she replied apologetically as she joined him. "It's pretty much the only advantage I have," she added with a smile. Then her smile became a little more seductive. "I can massage it for you," she offered. "And anything else that comes up," she added mischievously. Attan grinned back at her. "Your room, or mine?" he asked. Before Ta'tan'ia could answer, the doors opened and Master Durron walked in. "Good evening, Master," Ta'tan'ia said cheerfully as jumped to her feet and assumed parade rest. "Hi Master Durron," Attan said from the bench, trying to hide his disappointment at the Grand Master's appearance. "Ta'tan'ia, Attan," Kyp greeted them with a simple nod. "Have a good duel?" he asked after a moment. "Very good, Master," Ta'tan'ia assured him. "I'm getting much better at fighting in my heels and corset." "Good," Kyp replied absently. Then he glanced at Attan. "Why don't you go practice your meditation or something, Attan?" "Of course, Master Durron," Attan replied after a moment's hesitation. He stood up with a grunt, and sighed as he walked towards the door. "Bye, Ta'tan'ia." "Hey, give Seha her lightsaber back for me, please," Ta'tan'ia said as she tossed the silver and green cylinder towards him. "Sure," Attan responded as he grabbed the lightsaber out of the air. "Bye," he said again as he walked out. "Bye," Ta'tan'ia called after him as she returned to parade rest. "Relax, DJ," Kyp told her as he sat down on the bench, and gestured for her to do the same. Ta'tan'ia blushed with embarrassment. She should have known Master Durron would find out about her new nickname. She was surprised he had found out so soon, although it made her glad that he had such good intel on what was going on in the Chief of State's office. "What's up, Master?" she asked as she sat down next to him. "Just checking up on you," he responded casually. "Seeing how Daala's treating you and all." "I'm fine, Master," she assured him. "And Chief Daala is wonderful, as always," she added with a smile. "She makes you wear a tracking collar," he replied. "And monitors your communications with these glorified cuffs," he said as he grabbed her wrist comlink. "And makes you wear that chastity belt." "Master, I love my beskar restraints," Ta'tan'ia said earnestly. "We can still talk in person, and it's not like Chief Daala's the Empire or anything. She's our Chief of State, and if she wants to track me, and monitor my communications, then I want her to." "Yeah, I know she is," Kyp responded with a sigh. "It still doesn't give her a right to track you, and monitor your communications," he countered. Then he paused a moment. "Ta'tan'ia, you do remember how complicit she was while the Empire was brainwashing Jaina and Master Ramis and the others, and how she exiled Master Skywalker, and the hundreds of Mandos she still has nearby, and everything else she's done over the years?" "Yes, Master," Ta'tan'ia replied with a nod. She didn't really like to think about all that, but she knew that Chief Daala was no friend of the Jedi Order. "I remember." Then Ta'tan'ia glanced at him, and added, "And didn't you get wrist chronos and comlinks, and corsets, and stuff for the Jedi that wanted them?" Kyp frowned a moment. "That's different," he told her. "They wanted them. And I don't track them, or monitor their communications," he said. "And who has a chastity belt besides you and Jaina?" he asked pointedly. Ta'tan'ia giggled. "No one that I know of, Master," she responded. "Kani and a few others want one though." She paused and caught his eye. "With a strong, firm Master in control of it." Kyp rolled his eyes. "I bet," he replied. Then he sat silently a moment. "So, did you think of anything else I should know about Tenel Ka and Hapes?" Ta'tan'ia thought about that a couple of moments. "No, Master," she replied. "Regent Daala made every effort to set herself up to rule the Consortium permanently. She locked Tenel Ka into a beskar chastity belt, and tracking collar, and at least two dozen other Hapan Nobles in tracking collars too." "We'll come up with something," he said, obviously unconvinced. "I think they'll be okay," Ta'tan'ia responded after a moment's hesitation. "Chief Daala seems genuine about doing what's best for the Hapes Consortium." Kyp glanced at her. "Maybe for now," he admitted. "But explain why she would put tracking collars on the Queen and other Nobles, and locked the Queen into a chastity belt?" "Um, they like it?" Ta'tan'ia answered tentatively. "I know I do," she added with a smile. Kyp sighed. "I feel like there's something you're not telling me," he finally said. Ta'tan'ia hadn't mentioned how Chief Daala had loaned her out to Moff Wynssa Fel or Madame Mirta Gev. She also hadn't told him how Chief Daala had chained her, DP, and Tenel Ka on their knees during the talks with the Imperials. "Master I'm not going to spy on Chief Daala for you," Ta'tan'ia told him after a few moments thought. She paused, and took a deep breath. "I mean, if she does something particularly outrageous, or blatantly illegal, then I'll do something about it, and let you know. I haven't told her about the YVH droids we have hidden in the Temple, or the hundreds of Noghri nearby, or that fact that most of the Jedi that turned their lightsabers over to her have built new ones, and I'm not going to tell you about everything that she does either, Master." Ta'tan'ia hated it that Master Durron was questioning her loyalty. She was a Jedi first and foremost, and nothing would change that. She could understand why he was though. Since she served Chief Daala so loyally, and she controlled her chastity belt, it was easy to think that she might betray the Jedi for her. "I know, Ta'tan'ia," he replied quickly. "I didn't mean to suggest that you spy on her." He paused a few moments, then said, "I trust you to do the right thing Ta'tan'ia. You'll at least let us know if she tries to send in her Mandos or launch missiles or something." "I will, Master," Ta'tan'ia assured him with a smile. "Although she'll probably chain me up before she does something like that, since I'm not a brainwashed slave." Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia II Ch. 02 Kyp smiled back at her. "No doubt you'd love that," he said. "Being chained up anyway." He paused a moment, then added, "I'm proud of you, Ta'tan'ia." "Thank you, Master," Ta'tan'ia replied. "How can you even practice after working for Daala all day?" Kyp asked her. "You must be exhausted. You should be in bed, not trying to duel Attan." "I am, Master," Ta'tan'ia answered. "But I have to practice fighting, and I love serving Chief Daala." "There's no reason she has to keep you at her office so long every day. You need your rest, and some time to relax." "I'm fine, Master," Ta'tan'ia assured him. "And DP—Syal is on vacation, so I have to help Chief Daala even more while she's away." She wondered if she should mention that Chief Daala wanted her to move into DP's apartment. "Why do you still do it, Ta'tan'ia?" Kyp asked. "Why do you let Daala treat you like this, then come home to the Temple and practice your lightsaber technique?" Ta'tan'ia twitched her tchun, and shrugged her shoulders—a gesture she had picked up from humans. "I don't know, Master," she answered. "I love how Chief Daala treats me, but I'm still a Jedi, so I want to keep up my combat skills as much as possible." "Well, I'm proud of your dedication," he told her. "I believe you've taken quite a bit of attention off the Jedi Order by serving Daala so . . . intimately." Ta'tan'ia giggled. "That's what I've been trying to do, Master," she answered. "But trust me; Chief Daala is still keeping an eye on the Order." "I'm well aware of that, Jedi Ta'tan'ia," he assured her. "If she gets too . . . difficult for you, let me know, and I'll see what I can do." "I will, Master," Ta'tan'ia responded with a nod and flick of her tchin. "But I don't think it will come to that. I'm very happy with the way I serve Chief Daala." Kyp gave her an odd stare for a moment, then his expression turned thoughtful. "Ta'tan'ia, I want to remind you to be very careful about getting too attached to Daala. Even though the two of you aren't in a . . . traditional relationship, she can still pull you to the dark side. Especially since she's already pretty evil, and you basically obey her without question. Ta'tan'ia giggled when he called Chief Daala evil. "I will, Master," she answered with a nod. "I won't obey Chief Daala if she orders me to do something evil." Kyp gave her a stern look, then smiled as he realized she wasn't quite being serious. "Good DJ," he told her as he rose, and walked towards the door. "Go get some rest You've got a long day tomorrow bringing Chief Evil caf and massaging her feet." "I will, Master," Ta'tan'ia said as she stood up, and followed him out the door. As soon she split off from Master Durron left, Ta'tan'ia commed Attan to see if she could still massage his ankle, or anything else that came up. "Hey Attan, can I drop by your room to check on your ankle?" she asked him through her wrist comlink as she headed towards his room. Hers was only a few doors away, and one floor down. "What?" he replied in obvious confusion. "Um, no, I'm fine," he said breathlessly. Ta'tan'ia heard a female moan in the background. Damn, Seha had gotten to him first. "Oh, okay then," she responded in obvious disappointment. "Let me know if anything's still stiff later on?" she added with a mischievous smile. "I will!" he replied, almost shouting. "Bye!" Ta'tan'ia sighed, and headed to her room. She had really wanted to suck him off, but she understood why he picked Seha—she wasn't locked in a chastity belt. Ta'tan'ia was probably too tired to satisfy Attan tonight anyway. Besides, she wouldn't trade her chastity belt and submission to Chief Daala for a hundred Attans. She made a mental note to get Seha a ballgag though. On the way to her own room, Ta'tan'ia spotted Kani Asari coming out of her room. "Hey Kani," she said to the attractive blonde Jedi. "Hey Ta'tan'ia," Kani replied with a smile as another figure stepped out of her room behind her. "Javis," Ta'tan'ia greeted him politely. Then she stared at Kani questioningly. "Ta'tan'ia," Javis said, somewhat embarrassed. "Time to go, baby," Kani said with a smile as she grabbed his arm. "Someone has to be at work early in the morning." As she passed Ta'tan'ia, she gave her a wink. Ta'tan'ia turned and watched them a few moments as they departed. Ta'tan'ia went into her room, and stripped down to her tracking collar, chrono, comlink, chastity belt, and a pair clear plastex heels. Then she used the 'fresher, and strutted to her nightstand. Next she put on her tank top, slipped out of her heels, and sat down on her bed. Ta'tan'ia pulled out a short length of chain, and a set of beskar ankle shackles Chief Daala had gotten her. Ta'tan'ia locked the shackles around her ankles, then pulled her blanket over her. Then she maglocked one end of the chain to her chrono, and the other to her comlink. Last of all, Ta'tan'ia ran through a Jedi calming exercise, and drifted off to sleep. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ The following evening, Ta'tan'ia accompanied Chief Daala to her apartment, which was also in the Republic Executive Building, with the Chief of State's offices, and DP's apartment. Once they got in, Ta'tan'ia went to change into her fetish maid's uniform, while Chief Daala went to change into something more comfortable as well. First Ta'tan'ia stripped down to her beskar tracking collar, chrono, comlink, and chastity belt, as well as her durasteel corset and head harness. Then she put on the short black silk dress with white lace trim around the hem, neckline and sleeves. The pleated skirt came just past the bottom of her ass. The top of the dress followed the contour of the top of her durasteel corset. Next Ta'tan'ia pulled on the black thigh-high stockings, then the eighteen-centimeter stiletto-heeled sandals and locked the straps around her ankles. Then she put on the white silk apron with the Chief of State's Seal on the front. After that she set a small white silk and lace cap on her head. It had small maglocks that attached to her durasteel head harness to keep it in place. Last of all, Ta'tan'ia checked herself out in the floor-length mirror, then went to the kitchen. There she poured Chief Daala a glass of wine, and cut up some cheese to go with it. "Refreshments are served, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia announced as she entered the living room. Chief Daala had changed into a set of gray sweats, and had settled down on her pouf-couch. Ta'tan'ia heard The Perre Needmo Newshour playing on the one hundred and fifty centimeter holoscreen on the wall. "Why thank you, DJ," Chief Daala replied with a bright smile as Ta'tan'ia strutted to her, holding the serving tray out in front of herself. Chief Daala lifted the glass off the serving tray, and took a sip of the wine. Ta'tan'ia set the tray on the end table next to her. "Excellent," Chief Daala said with an appreciative nod as she sat the glass down. "You may attend to your chores now." "Thank you, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered with a curtsey. Ta'tan'ia spent the next hour or so cleaning Chief Daala's apartment. When she finished, Chief Daala had her prepare a bath for her. Ta'tan'ia also poured her another glass of wine, and put a small selection of fine chocolates on a serving tray to enjoy while she bathed. The chocolates were a gift from Lando Calrissian, who supplied the Galactic Alliance with YVH droids. He also secretly supplied the Jedi Order, although Chief Daala didn't need to know that. She certainly didn't need to know that the Jedi's YVH droids were practically free compared to what the GA was paying. During the Yuuzhan Vong war, the scarheads had shaped seven of the eight planets that were home to the plants that produced chocolate. As a result, it was now relatively rare, and thus pretty expensive. Still, as the Chief of State of the Galactic Alliance, Her Excellency deserved it. That didn't stop Ta'tan'ia from licking her fingers after handling the chocolates though. After she did, Ta'tan'ia washed her hands, and took the serving tray to the refresher. "Mmmm, delicious," Chief Daala said as she swallowed one of the chocolates. "DJ, you are a dear." "Thank you, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied as she knelt next to the bath tub. She was also massaging Chief Daala's shoulders. "Wouldn't you rather do this than all that combat training at the Temple?" Chief Daala asked her. Ta'tan'ia was currently enjoying herself quite a bit. She felt soooo submissive—and aroused serving Chief Daala so intimately. However, she was a Jedi, and loved being one. "I enjoy doing both, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered after a moment's hesitation. Chief Daala let out a small harrumph of disapproval, then took another sip of wine. "Well, I still want you to move in with DP," she commented. "I know, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied softly, hoping she would drop the subject. After she finished her bath, Chief Daala had Ta'tan'ia retrieve a pair of durasteel bars that were about forty centimeters long, and a few centimeters thick, as well as a few other items. The bars had a maglock on each end. First Chief Daala had her strip off her maid's uniform. She kept her stockings and eighteen centimeter heels on. Then Chief Daala attached each of the bars to the sides of Ta'tan'ia's tracking collar. Next she maglocked her chrono and comlink to the opposite ends of the bars, forming a rigid stock. Ta'tan'ia's forearms were parallel to her body. It was the first time Ta'tan'ia had been restrained like this, although she had learned about it from the ProCorps training material the Empire had given her. Next Chief Daala shackled her ankles together with about twenty centimeters of chain between the cuffs. After that she strapped a dildo gag into Ta'tan'ia's mouth. The gag had a short, fat synthrubber dildo in her mouth that kept her silent, and a twenty centimeter long one protruding from the front of the nerfhide panel covering her mouth and lower face. There were four straps coming from the panel that Chief Daala attached to the straps of Ta'tan'ia's durasteel head harness that was already locked around her head and lekku. Ta'tan'ia shuffled along behind Chief Daala to one of her pouf chairs. Chief Daala sat down, and Ta'tan'ia knelt in front of her. Next Chief Daala swung her lower legs over the bars of her stock, and threaded them between the stock and her arms. The dildo protruding from Ta'tan'ia's gag was lined up perfectly on Chief Daala's pussy. She also had complete control of her upper body with her legs over her stock. As Ta'tan'ia looked up at her like she had been trained, Chief Daala hit a button on the remote in her hand, and the dildo on the front of her gag started vibrating. When Chief Daala nodded her permission, Ta'tan'ia leaned forward and pushed the tip of the vibrating dildo into her snatch. Chief Daala let out a small gasp of pleasure as she slid forward in the chair to give her better access. Ta'tan'ia pushed the dildo all the way in, then pulled it out. As she began fucking her with it, Ta'tan'ia felt her hand on top of her head, and grip her head harness. Ta'tan'ia docily let Chief Daala control the pace, practically using her as a living sex toy. The realization made her even hornier. After a few strokes, Ta'tan'ia felt her grip lighten. Then she saw Chief Daala's arm disappear to the side of the chair, and reappear with a stiff crop. Ta'tan'ia concentrated on pleasuring Chief Daala as she swung the crop towards her. Ta'tan'ia felt a warning through the Force a split-second before she felt the sharp strike of the crop on her ass. She moved her sensitive lekku out of the way, but otherwise didn't try to avoid the blow. "Faster!" Chief Daala commanded her breathlessly, with another swing of the crop. A few minutes—and a couple of dozen strikes from the crop—later, Ta'tan'ia had Chief Daala on the verge of orgasm. Instead of letting her take her over the top though, Ta'tan'ia felt her hand grip her head harness, and slow her pace down. Several minutes later Ta'tan'ia sensed that she was on the edge again. She pushed the still vibrating dildo in one more time, and felt her squeeze her head with her thighs as she screamed out in orgasm. Ta'tan'ia had no choice but to keep the dildo buried deep in Chief Daala's pussy as she writhed in orgasm. Finally she finished, and relaxed her grip on Ta'tan'ia's head and sensitive lekku. She leaned back in her chair, but kept her legs wrapped loosely around her head. "That was wonderful," Chief Daala commented as she gently stroked her lekku. Ta'tan'ia tried to reply, but all that came out was a few grunts. Chief Daala just responded with a chuckle, and patted her on her cheek, which was about the response Ta'tan'ia had expected. She knew how much Chief Daala liked to hear her try to talk a while she was gagged. "Be right back dear," Chief Daala commented a few moments later. She sat up, and nudged Ta'tan'ia back with a pair of fingers to her forehead. Ta'tan'ia obediently sat back on her cuffed feet as she swung one leg over her head and headed towards the 'fresher. Ta'tan'ia really hoped Chief Daala would let her orgasm tonight; she was soooo horny. The knowledge that she was completely under her control made her even hornier. Ta'tan'ia squeezed her legs together in arousal. With her chastity belt on, she couldn't feel a thing. Ta'tan'ia let out a little groan of frustration through her gag as she awaited Chief Daala's return. "That's much better," Chief Daala declared as she came back into the room a couple of minutes later. She stopped next to Ta'tan'ia, and looked down at her. "How do you like your stocks?" she asked as she stared down at her. Ta'tan'ia loved it. She smiled around her gag as she gazed up at her. Then she nodded her head and grunted happily in reply. Even with the gag covering the lower half of her face her enthusiasm was obvious. "Since you've been such a good little Twi'lek, I suppose I'll let you orgasm tonight," Chief Daala said as she reached down and patted her on the head. Ta'tan'ia moaned in anticipation. If she could, she would be grinning in delight. She flexed her lekku and did her best to show her appreciation for the rare treat. "First we need change your restraints though, DJ," Chief Daala commented as she hit a button on the remote in her hand. The maglocks connecting Ta'tan'ia's collar, chrono and comlink weakened. Ta'tan'ia flexed her arms, and the bars forming her stock separated from her tracking collar. Next Chief Daala had her get another durasteel bar to go with the two forty centimeter ones, as well as a few other items. Ta'tan'ia obediently shuffled to the closest, her ankles still shackled, and still gagged. While Ta'tan'ia was up, she also removed the dildo protruding from the front of her gag, and cleaned it for next time. Ta'tan'ia reported back to Chief Daala with new durasteel bar. It was sixty centimeters long. A minute later Ta'tan'ia was on her knees with her feet a little over a meter apart. Her face and shoulders were on the floor. Her hands were cuffed between her feet with the longer bar, and the shorter, forty centimeter long bars connected her chrono and comlink to her ankle shackles, forming a single rigid bar. The position was new to Ta'tan'ia, but she was hyper-aware how vulnerable she was. She was absolutely helpless. All she could do was wiggle her lekku and fingers, and maybe roll over onto her side if she really tried, but that was about it. With her chastity belt maglocked around her hips she was protected—at least from that sort of thing. Then again, that's why Chief Daala had cuffed her like this, and that was what Ta'tan'ia wanted anyway. Chief Daala took a few moments to admire her mostly naked body, then Ta'tan'ia heard the distinctive beep of her chastity belt unlocking. Ta'tan'ia glanced back at her as she pulled it off her and set it aside. "Don't go anywhere, DJ," Chief Daala told her with a slap on her helpless behind. Ta'tan'ia grunted and flexed her lekku in response as she strutted off towards her closet. She felt weird without her chastity belt pressed against her crotch. When Chief Daala returned Ta'tan'ia quivered in anticipation. Chief Daala had a strap-on around her waist with a long black synthrubber dildo on the front. She also had her crop in her hand. Chief Daala slowly circled her, then Ta'tan'ia felt the sting of her crop on her thigh. A moment later she felt the tip of her strap-on against her moist pussy. Ta'tan'ia moaned in ecstasy as she slid the synthrubber dildo into her snatch. In moments Chief Daala was pounding her thoroughly. As horny as Ta'tan'ia was, it didn't take her long to reach the brink of orgasm. Suddenly Chief Daala stopped. Ta'tan'ia groaned in frustration. "You know DJ," Chief Daala began casually as she caressed her ass. "If you would move into DP's apartment, we could do this every night." Ta'tan'ia couldn't believe she was doing this to her. She groaned pleadingly into her gag and wiggled her ass invitingly. Chief Daala laughed in response. "Eager little Jedi, aren't we," she said with a sharp strike of her crop. Then, to Ta'tan'ia's relief she started fucking her again. She also resumed liberally cropping her ass and thighs. Less than a minute later, Ta'tan'ia was screaming into her gag in orgasm. Chief Daala kept fucking her awhile longer. When she finally stopped, she got up, and went to the 'fresher; without even acknowledging her shackled Twi'lek. Eventually Chief Daala returned, released her, and ordered her to use the refresher herself. When Ta'tan'ia came out, Chief Daala had her lock her chastity belt back in place, and remove her gag. "So, are you ready to move into DP's apartment," Chief Daala asked her once everything was cleaned and put away. "Um, not quite, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered politely. "I expect an answer soon, DJ" Chief Daala replied dismissively. "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia responded obediently. "And thank you very much for allowing me to orgasm, Your Excellency." "You're welcome, DJ," she told her. "Now, I suppose you can go to that Jedi Temple, if you must." "Thank you, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered cheerfully. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The End of Chapter 2 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please leave me feedback, public or via email. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia II Ch. 03 Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia II "So, are you ready to move into DP's apartment," Chief Daala asked her once everything was cleaned and put away. "Um, not quite, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered politely. "I expect an answer soon, DJ" Chief Daala replied dismissively. "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia responded obediently. "And thank you very much for allowing me to orgasm, Your Excellency." "You're welcome, DJ," she told her. "Now, I suppose you can go to that Jedi Temple, if you must." "Thank you, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered cheerfully. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ CHAPTER 3 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ A couple of days later, Ta'tan'ia, as Chief Daala's Jedi liaison, had an interview with popular holojournalist Madhi Vaandt. Chief Daala had become somewhat upset with Javis Tyrr, as his stories had starting leaning pro-Jedi lately. Ta'tan'ia wondered if it had anything to do with Kani sleeping with him. "Hello Jedi Ta'tan'ia," Madhi Vaandt said as she reached out to shake her hand. "Miss Vaandt," Ta'tan'ia replied with a smile as she shook her hand. "You can call me Madhi, Jedi Ta'tan'ia," the attractive Devaronian journalist responded as she sat down on the comfortable couch. "Okay, and you can call me Ta'tan'ia," the purple-skinned Twi'lek said as she settled down on the couch a half-meter or so from her. Then she remembered her nickname. "Actually, you can call me DJ, but only off the record," she added with a friendly smile, leaning in close. Madhi stared at her in confusion a moment, then she smiled in understanding. "DJ it is," she replied, still smiling. "Ready?" "Sure," Ta'tan'ia answered with her own smile. She knew that Madhi had known what the name meant when Jaina was known by it. "Okay, Ta'tan'ia, how do the Jedi feel about Admiral Daala, someone that has been on opposite sides from them for a long time, being Galactic Alliance Chief of State?" she asked her. Ta'tan'ia considered that a moment. "Well Madhi, while she might not have been the Jedi's first choice, they fully accept her, and support her government. Besides, the Jedi don't want to be seen as having too much influence on selecting the Chief of State of the Galactic Alliance," she explained. "As long as they're not a Sith," she added with a smile. Madhi Vaandt nodded her head thoughtfully. "Okay. Do the Jedi support the rising anti-slavery movements currently going on across the galaxy?" Ta'tan'ia smiled pleasantly, especially for the holocameras. "The Jedi support freedom and liberty for all beings of the galaxy," she answered. "So why aren't the Jedi doing more to help any of the slave uprisings currently going on?" she asked, leaning forward slightly. Ta'tan'ia knew she had to answer that one carefully. She couldn't say that Chief Daala was doing her best to stop the Jedi from helping, and she couldn't say that the Jedi Masters were currently debating how they could assist without upsetting Chief Daala too much—or preferably without her knowing at all. "That question should really be addressed to Master Durron, since he is the head of the Jedi Order," she replied blandly. "However, I'm sure the Order is doing what they can, under the circumstances." "Does Chief of State Daala support the anti-slavery movements?" Madhi asked her next. Ta'tan'ia had heard Chief Daala speak several times on the subject, unofficially. She could not care less about them, until they disrupted trade, or took holonews time away from her or her government. Then she wished the slave uprisings would just disappear. "Of course she does," Ta'tan'ia answered, keeping her pleasant smile in place the entire time. "Chief Daala is one-hundred percent committed to the freedom of all sentient beings, regardless of their species or gender." Except the Jedi, Ta'tan'ia thought to herself, still smiling as she delivered Chief Daala's official view on the matter. There were also a few Imperial Moffs that she had less than the best wishes for, but that was another subject. "However, she is the Chief of State of the Galactic Alliance. She doesn't have jurisdiction to end slavery throughout the galaxy," Ta'tan'ia explained. Madhi nodded her head thoughtfully once, then asked her next question. "Collars are synonymous with slavery. Why has she locked tracking collars on Jedi if she is anti-slavery? That question caught Ta'tan'ia off guard. She had expected her to go after the Jedi, but now she seemed to be turning on Chief Daala. "Her excellency asked that the Jedi accept a tracking device to show their loyalty and trust in her government," she replied carefully. "I am positive that she did not intend in any way to make a connection to slavery," Ta'tan'ia lied smoothly. "I for one, in no way feel like a slave. I am very happy with Chief Daala's tracking device," she finished, still smiling pleasantly. Actually Ta'tan'ia was the only Jedi wearing a tracking collar now. Moff Jag Fel had gotten Chief Daala to unlock all of the Jedi's tracking collars so he could take them to the Empire to become ProCorps troopers. While the Jedi foiled the plot, Master Durron had quietly made Chief Daala let the tracking collars stay off; except for Ta'tan'ia's, that was. "Don't you feel that the Jedi liaison to the Chief of State's office wearing a collar sends the wrong message about both the Chief of State's and the Jedi Order's view on slavery?" Madhi asked her. Ta'tan'ia paused again. "Like I said, Madhi, I in no way feel like a slave, or that Chief Daala is trying to imply that I am. I can't really comment on what messages, if any, beings might construe from the Jedi wearing tracking devices." "Okay then, next question. Why does Chief Daala have several hundred Mandalorian mercenaries in hiding near the Jedi Temple?" she asked pointedly. That question definitely caught Ta'tan'ia by surprise. The Jedi knew about the kriffing Mandos, but she didn't think the media knew. "Um, what do you mean?" she asked, stalling. Madhi smiled back at her triumphantly. "You know exactly what I mean," she said. "Why does Chief of State Daala have Mandalorian mercenaries surrounding the Jedi Temple?" So she can lay siege to it or attack it, or something just as bad, Ta'tan'ia thought to herself. There was no way she was going to say that out loud though. "If there are several hundred Mandalorians in hiding near the Jedi Temple, then I'm not aware of it," she answered. "You don't seriously expect me to believe that, do you?" Madhi asked her. The holojournalist spent the next ten minutes or so asking her increasingly probing questions, mostly about the Mandalorian occupation, and Chief Daala's connection to it. Ta'tan'ia feigned ignorance as much as she could, but she could tell that Madhi wasn't convinced. Finally the interview wound down. Madhi seemed friendly enough, in spite of the fact that she hadn't really answered a lot of her questions. Ta'tan'ia also sensed a certain . . . interest in her from the Devaronian. "I enjoyed our interview, DJ, even if you weren't quite as forthcoming as I had hoped," Madhi told her. "I enjoyed chatting with you, too," Ta'tan'ia answered with a smile. "By the way, may I ask when this story will be released?" Madhi glanced at her producer off to the side. "Soon. We just need to edit your interview, and work out a few other details. It should be ready for broadcast in a few days." "Okay," Ta'tan'ia replied with a nod. "I'll let Her Excellency know." To warn her, she added mentally. "No problem," Madhi said with a smile. Suddenly, she leaned in, and gave Ta'tan'ia a friendly hug. "Thanks again for the interview, DJ," she told her. "You're welcome," Ta'tan'ia replied cheerfully. "Hey, why don't we exchange comm frequencies, in case I need to talk to you about anything else." "Sure," Madhi agreed, still smiling. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Ta'tan'ia quickly returned to Chief Daala's office to report the details of the interview to her. The first thing she told her was that Madhi asked about the Mandalorians surrounding the Jedi Temple. "What?" Chief Daala replied in shock. "She asked—" "What did you tell her!?" Chief Daala interrupted. "I denied it of course, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia assured her. "But I don't think she believed me. She seemed pretty confident." "How long until she releases the story?" Chief Daala asked as she stood up. "She said a few days, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered as Chief Daala began pacing behind her desk. "That should be long enough," Chief Daala said with a brisk nod. "What sort of other questions did she have for you?" Ta'tan'ia quickly recounted Madhi questions about slavery and her tracking collar. To Ta'tan'ia's relief, Chief Daala gave her approval of her handling of those questions. "You're really more of a pet than a slave, aren't you, DJ," Chief Daala commented with a smile as she sat down on her desk. "Uh, Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied, somewhat embarrassed. "Now, I want you to contact Madhi, and get her to meet with you again, as soon as possible," she instructed her. "And then convince her not to mention Mandalorians on Coruscant at all." Ta'tan'ia had feared Chief Daala would order her to do something like that. She wasn't sure how she could though. "I'll do my best, Your Excellency," she replied earnestly. Chief Daala stared at her a moment. "You'd better. Because I'll make sure it gets squashed, one way or another." Ta'tan'ia definitely sensed Chief Daala's seriousness about the matter. In fact, it made her feel a bit . . . uncomfortable. "Yes, Your Excellency." As Ta'tan'ia left, she realized that Chief Daala hadn't asked if Master Durron knew about the Mandalorians. That either meant that she knew that the Jedi knew, or she didn't know—or care—that Ta'tan'ia would report to him as well. Ta'tan'ia went back out to Chief Daala's reception area, and took over for Desha Lor, who had taken her place while she was being interviewed. Then Ta'tan'ia commed Madhi, and asked to meet her again, as soon as possible. The holojournalist agreed to meet her the next evening. Ta'tan'ia suggested they meet in the Executive Building. "I don't think I should go there, DJ," Madhi said nervously. "How about I meet you at the Jedi Temple?" "That would probably be a better idea," Ta'tan'ia admitted. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ That evening, after Chief Daala dismissed her for the day, Ta'tan'ia reported to Master Durron, and told him about the interview. She also told him how Chief Daala had told her to get Madhi to squash the story. Kyp sat silently a moment. "Thank you very much for telling me this," he finally replied. "I really do wish we could do more for the slaves throughout the galaxy." "I know, Master," Ta'tan'ia answered with a nod. "I do too." "And we can expect Daala to warn the Mandos, who will redeploy," he mused. Then he looked up at her. "By the way, exactly how do you plan on convincing Madhi not to broadcast this story?" "Um, I'm not sure, Master," Ta'tan'ia replied tentatively. "Well, remember, always trust in the Force," he told her with a nod. "I will, Master," Ta'tan'ia assured him. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ The following morning, Desha Lor, Wynn Dorvan's assistant, took over for Ta'tan'ia again so she could meet with Madhi. Chief Daala wasn't too happy about them meeting in the Temple, but she was more concerned with keeping the story out of the holonews. Ta'tan'ia met her in a small lounge. Madhi arrived, and they gave each other a brief hug. "So, what's up, DJ," Madhi asked. Ta'tan'ia could sense her curiosity through the Force. "Madhi, you can't release that story about Chief Daala," she said to the female Devaronian. "At least the part about the Mandalorians." "Why not?" the holojournalist asked defensively. Ta'tan'ia stepped towards her, and reached out and gently caressed her arm. "Because I asked you not to," she told her softly. Ta'tan'ia didn't want to think about what would happen if she had to tell Chief Daala that she couldn't convince her. "But I have too," Madhi replied. "It's my duty." Ta'tan'ia could sense the young Devaronian was attracted to her. She leaned a little closer to her. "Please? For me?" "I . . . I . . . don't know," Madhi responded tentatively. "The Chief of State of the Galactic Alliance would be very appreciative as well," Ta'tan'ia explained. "She can be very . . . rewarding, towards those that please her." Madhi glanced up into her eyes. "You mean a payoff to keep quite?" she asked accusingly. Ta'tan'ia could tell she wasn't receptive to that angle. She quickly switched back to her previous approach. "I would appreciate it," she said softly, now only centimeters from the Devaronian's face. Then Ta'tan'ia leaned in, and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. After a couple of seconds, Madhi returned the kiss. Ta'tan'ia broke it several moments later. "Please?" Ta'tan'ia asked, setting one hand on her shoulder, and the other on her waist. "And I can be very appreciative to cute Devaronians that make me happy," she added with a smile. Without waiting for a response, Ta'tan'ia pulled her in and kissed her again. This time the kiss became even more sensual. As they kissed, Ta'tan'ia's hand moved underneath Madhi's vest, and found her pert breast. Her other hand moved to unbutton the vest. A heartbeat later, Ta'tan'ia felt Madhi's hands working alongside hers. Once they got her vest off, they worked together to take off the rest of her clothes. Every time Madhi tugged on Ta'tan'ia's uniform belt though, she gently pushed her hands away. Since Chief Daala hadn't planned on her seducing the Devaronian holojournalist, her belt was still maglocked around her waist. Ta'tan'ia guided her new friend to a nearby pouf couch, and had her lay down. Then Ta'tan'ia positioned herself between her legs, and smiled seductively up at her as she caressed her thighs. Then she leaned down, and began licking the young holojournalist's moist pussy. It was the first time Ta'tan'ia had ever tasted a Devaronian. Madhi definitely tasted different than any of the other species she had sampled. While most of Madhi's body was covered with white fur, her pussy was smooth, pink, and had freckles. It was also currently wet with her juices, and had Ta'tan'ia's tongue in it. Several minutes of enthusiastic pussy-eating later, Ta'tan'ia sensed that Madhi was close to the edge. Suddenly, Ta'tan'ia stopped, and raised her head, causing her to gasp in surprise. "You'll throw out that awful stuff about Chief Daala having Mandalorians on Coruscant, won't you?" Ta'tan'ia asked her as she gently traced a finger around the edges of her love box. "What?" Madhi asked in a mixture of confusion and lust. "Promise me you'll cut the Mandalorian stuff from the story or I'll have to stop," Ta'tan'ia said as she gave her clit a single lick. Ta'tan'ia felt bad about using the same trick on Madhi that Chief Daala had used on her, but she didn't know what else to do. Besides, she knew from experience how well it worked. "Okay!" Madhi gasped. "I won't mention the Mandos in the story." "Promise you won't talk about them at all," Ta'tan'ia told her, giving her clit another lick. "Oh yes!" Madhi shouted, arching her back. "I promise I won't mention the kriffing Mandos!" "Or Chief Daala's association with them?" Ta'tan'ia asked, blowing gently on her pussy. "Oh—I—Oh—Promise!" Madhi shouted in arousal. "Great!" Ta'tan'ia said cheerfully as she began to eat her out in earnest. Several minutes later Madhi was screaming out in ecstasy. Ta'tan'ia gave her another good lick, and she arched her back and screamed as she orgasmed. Once Madhi recovered, she was eager to return the favor. However, Ta'tan'ia's uniform was locked on. Underneath that, she was wearing her chastity belt, not to mention her corset. She didn't think Madhi was ready to see either one of them quite yet. Instead Ta'tan'ia made sure she wouldn't talk about Chief Daala and Mandalorians while they made out some more. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Once Madhi left, Ta'tan'ia commed Chief Daala, and reported her success to her. She also told her just how she had convinced Madhi not to broadcast the story. "Good job, DJ," Chief Daala told her happily. "That was definitely better for her than the alternative." Ta'tan'ia really didn't want to talk about that at all. "Thank you, Your Excellency," she replied obediently. "We only need to keep her quiet for another day or so," Chief Daala said. "However, since you've already seduced her, perhaps we can get her to write some stories that are a little more favorable towards my government." Ta'tan'ia immediately wondered if that's what Kani was doing with Javis Tyrr for the Jedi. "Um, okay, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied tentatively. "If I do that though, then I'll need to be able to unlock my uniform and chastity belt though." There was a moment's pause. "When you meet with her, just send me a message, and I'll unlock your belt, boots, and corset. Your chastity belt will not come off though. I expect you to keep her in line anyway . . . or else." "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied obediently. She wondered what Chief Daala meant by or else. "Um, Your Excellency, may I ask you a question?" "You may," she responded after a moments' pause. "If I hadn't been able to convince Madhi not to release the story, what would you have done to her?" Ta'tan'ia asked. "Why nothing at all," Chief Daala replied blandly. "I fully believe in freedom of the press." "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered obediently, with a polite smile on her face. She could tell she was lying though; with both statements. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ A couple of days later, Madhi's story aired. She talked about slavery, and the uprisings currently going on throughout the galaxy. She mentioned that neither Chief Daala nor the Jedi were assisting them. Even when Ta'tan'ia met with Madhi, Chief Daala didn't allow her to take off her chastity belt, much less orgasm. On their third visit, Ta'tan'ia finally showed Madhi her chastity belt. She also told her who had the remote to unlock it. Since it said Property of Natasi Daala across the back and the Chief of State's Seal on the front, it would be hard for her not to know. Ta'tan'ia also brought her something. "I got you a present," Ta'tan'ia said as she displayed the small gift box. "Awww," Madhi replied with a smile. Ta'tan'ia opened the box, and revealed a gleaming five centimeter wide durasteel wrist comlink. Chief Daala had gotten it, and told Ta'tan'ia to give it to Madhi, and say it was from her, so Madhi wouldn't know who it had really came from. "Is that what I think it is," Madhi asked as Ta'tan'ia lifted it out of the box. "It's a wrist comm," Ta'tan'ia said as she took her left wrist, and brought it and the open comlink together. "Like mine. It's also a chrono." The comlink was also a fully functional cuff, just like the one around Ta'tan'ia's wrist. Chief Daala had told Ta'tan'ia to lock it around Madhi's wrist. Before Ta'tan'ia would agree though, she made Chief Daala promise that there wasn't any spy programming or a tracking device in it. Chief Daala assured her that it didn't, and assured her that she would be punished for questioning her. Just to be on the safe side, Ta'tan'ia had had it checked out by the Temple's techs. "I don't know," Madhi protested weakly as Ta'tan'ia pressed it against her wrist. Since she didn't try to pull away though, Ta'tan'ia closed it around her wrist. It shut with a distinct 'click.' "A sexy wrist comlink, for a sexy Devaronian," Ta'tan'ia said as she ran her finger from the comlink, up her arm, and lightly touched her lips. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia II Ch. 03 "I don't know about this, DJ," Madhi said tentatively as she examined her new jewelry. Ta'tan'ia stepped up, wrapped her arms around her neck, and gave her a slow, opened-mouth kiss. "But it looks so pretty on you," Ta'tan'ia told her softly. "You'll wear it for me, won't you?" Only Chief Daala could unlock the comlink now anyway, so if Madhi insisted on removing it, Ta'tan'ia would have to comm her. "I . . .I guess," the young Devaronian finally replied after a few seconds hesitation. "Great," Ta'tan'ia said excitedly. Then she kissed her again. After a few seconds, she began taking off Madhi's vest. As they undressed her, they moved to Ta'tan'ia's bed. Soon Madhi was naked except for her new comlink, and Ta'tan'ia was only wearing her tracking collar, chastity belt, chrono, and comlink. Ta'tan'ia crawled down between her legs, and began lapping at her moist pussy. Madhi responded with a gasp, and arched her back. After a minute or so, Ta'tan'ia stopped, opened her nightstand, and pulled out a twenty-centimeter long synthrubber dildo. Then she maglocked it to the front of her chastity belt. Madhi moaned out as the dildo entered her. It didn't take Ta'tan'ia long to turn those moans into screams of ecstasy. "I wish I could taste you," Madhi said as she ran her fingers over Ta'tan'ia's chastity belt. They were lying on Ta'tan'ia's bed, relaxing. "I can't believe Chief Daala makes you wear that." "Maybe next time," Ta'tan'ia replied as she gave her a squeeze. "Oh, I have something for you," Madhi said as she got up out of the bed. Ta'tan'ia watched her as she sashayed over to her desk, and pick up the datapad she had brought in. She came back to the bed, and handed it to her. "What's this?" Ta'tan'ia asked as she began skimming the document displayed. "It's my next story," Madhi explained as she sat on the edge of the bed. This story was about Chief Daala, just like the one before. Unlike the previous one, this one was quite a bit more favorable towards the Chief of State and her government though. In it Madhi told how Chief Daala was against slavery throughout the galaxy, even if she could only stop it in the Galactic Alliance. She also dismissed the unsubstantiated rumors that Chief Daala had Mandalorian warriors on Coruscant. "Very nice," Ta'tan'ia told her with a smile. "You don't mind if I forward it to Chief Daala, so she can take a look at it, do you?" Madhi hesitated a moment, then nodded her head in consent. Ta'tan'ia smiled at her as she sent the message. Then she told Madhi to give her dildo a kiss. Madhi swallowed nervously, then leaned down, and kissed the tip of the synthrubber dildo maglocked to the front of Ta'tan'ia's chastity belt. Then she smiled up at Ta'tan'ia, wrapped her lips around it, and slid it into her mouth. Ta'tan'ia smiled back down at her, and ran her fingers through the hair on her head. A few minutes later Chief Daala replied back, with her approval of Madhi's slant for the story. "Chief Daala says thank you," Ta'tan'ia said as Madhi continued to worship her synthrubber cock. Madhi glanced up at her and grunted in reply. "She was wondering if you would be open to a few suggestions in the future though," Ta'tan'ia added after a few heartbeats. Madhi grunted again as she kept sucking her fake dick. Suddenly, Ta'tan'ia had a bad feeling about what she had just done. After a few moments, she decided she would just have to trust in the Force not to let things get out of hand. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Thanks to Ta'tan'ia's talented tongue, soon Chief Daala and Ta'tan'ia were practically editing Madhi's stories. Ta'tan'ia felt a little bad about influencing Madhi, but she kept doing it, for Chief Daala. Javis Tyrr's stories on the other hand, weren't anywhere near as pro-Daala as they used to be. Ta'tan'ia kept up with them—mostly to have an idea when one might upset Her Excellency—and they didn't seem too bad to her. Mostly Javis was just critical of Chief Daala and her government while saying the occasional good word about the Jedi. The combination was plenty to set Chief Daala off on a regular basis. Several days later, Madhi also had a couple of holographs taken of Ta'tan'ia to accompany another story. She had Ta'tan'ia pose next to her lightsaber in the display case. Chief Daala joined her for a couple of holos as well. Ta'tan'ia made sure to smile adoringly at Chief Daala for the holographs, but flirt with Madhi between shots. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ A few meetings later Ta'tan'ia convinced Madhi to come to visit her at the Executive Building. Ta'tan'ia met her at the security checkpoint, and escorted her to DP's apartment. They quickly found their way to DP's bedroom. Then they stripped each other naked. Well, Madhi was naked except for her comlink on her left wrist, and Ta'tan'ia was naked except for her tracking collar, chrono, comlink, corset, chastity belt, and eighteen centimeter heeled boots. Ta'tan'ia stopped making out with her long enough to reach into the nightstand drawer, where she had stashed a few items. "Hey, let me see your wrist," Ta'tan'ia told her as she turned back to face her. She kept one hand out of sight behind her back as she reached for Madhi's right arm. Madhi obediently held her hand out, and Ta'tan'ia closed a five centimeter wide cuff around her wrist. "What's this?" Madhi asked. Ta'tan'ia noticed that her tone was curious, and not suspicious. "That," she began as she went back to the nightstand drawer, "is a cuff. I am about to use it to chain you to the bed." Ta'tan'ia could sense her nervousness, and her arousal. "Um, okay," Madhi replied uneasily. When Ta'tan'ia turned back around she had a thick nerfhide collar in her hand. Mahdi held her breath as she wrapped it around her neck, and secured it. "That is so sexy," Ta'tan'ia said as she tugged lightly on the leash ring on front of the five centimeter wide collar. Then she leaned over, and kissed her hungrily as she pushed her down onto the bed. Ta'tan'ia fell on top of her as she kept kissing and fondling her. After a moment, she rose up off her, and straddled her. Ta'tan'ia took her arm, and pulled it towards the corner of the bed. She gave her a reassuring smile, then maglocked her wrist comm to the short chain that was already attached to the bed post. Next Ta'tan'ia gave her another quick kiss, then took her other arm, and maglocked it to the opposite bed post. "You are so sexy," Ta'tan'ia told her as she stared down at her. She sat a finger on her lips, and pushed the tip in. Madhi just moaned in response. Ta'tan'ia could sense her anxiety—and arousal—as she lay shackled on the bed. "All helpless," Ta'tan'ia said as she gave her nipple a pinch, eliciting a yelp of pain from the cuffed Devaronian. "Except for your pretty little feet," she added as she grabbed a pair of durasteel ankle shackles from the nightstand drawer. Madhi barely resisted as Ta'tan'ia quickly closed the cuffs around her ankles, and chained them to the lower bed posts. Next Ta'tan'ia pulled a black synthrubber dildo out of DP's nightstand drawer. This one was twenty-five-centimeters long, and nearly six centimeters in diameter. Ta'tan'ia maglocked it to the front of her chastity belt, then climbed back atop her shackled lover. Madhi gasped in arousal as Ta'tan'ia entered her a few centimeters. She paused a moment, this pushed her big fake dick all the way into her pussy, causing her moan loudly and arch her back, pressing her crotch against her chastity belt. Ta'tan'ia began enthusiastically fucking her as she writhed in her chains. It didn't take her long to have her screaming out in orgasm. After Ta'tan'ia brought her to orgasm, she eventually released her from the bed posts. She left the collar and cuffs on for a while longer though. Once she used the 'fresher, Madhi gave Ta'tan'ia another story to look over. This one was as favorable towards Chief Daala as the past couple had been. After she read through it a couple of times, and offered some edits, Ta'tan'ia unlocked Madhi's ankle cuffs, wrist cuff, and collar. Ta'tan'ia thanked her for the story, and promised to show it to Chief Daala in the morning. Once they got dressed, Ta'tan'ia escorted her to the security checkpoint, and Madhi went home while Ta'tan'ia went to the Jedi Temple. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ When Ta'tan'ia arrived, she wanted to talk to Master Durron about how she was influencing Madhi for Chief Daala, but he was asleep. After a few moments' consideration, she went to one of the training rooms, where she found Kani Asari. Soon the two Jedi were circling each other across lightsaber blades. Ta'tan'ia was wearing her usual ProCorps-inspired Jedi pants and tunic, along with her eighteen-centimeter stiletto-heeled knee boots. She had her durasteel corset underneath her tunic, and her beskar chastity belt around her hips. As always, she was wearing her beskar tracking collar, chrono and comlink. Kani was wearing a similar set of Jedi robes to Ta'tan'ia. She was also wearing a pair of fifteen centimeter wedge-heeled boots, as well as a nerfhide waist-cincher underneath. She had a durasteel comlink and chrono and her wrists, and a collar maglocked around her neck. With both Jedi wearing high heeled boots and constricting corsets, they were both handicapped. Since Ta'tan'ia's heels were higher, and stiletto, and her durasteel corset restricted her movement more than Kani's nerfhide waist-cincher though, she was still at a disadvantage. Kani was a better fighter than Attan, but with her heels and waist-cincher, Ta'tan'ia wasn't too overwhelmed. After about fifteen minutes or so, the two Jedi mutually decided to call the duel a draw. Then they sat down on one of the benches to rest. There was something Ta'tan'ia wanted to ask her about, since she had the chance. "Hey Kani," Ta'tan'ia began, "I was wondering, why are you dating that holojournalist Javis Tyrr?" "Cuz he's cute," Kani replied flippantly. "And," Ta'tan'ia asked after a couple of heartbeats, sensing that she wasn't telling the complete truth. Kani glanced at her a moment. "He was nosing around, so Master Durron asked me to keep him distracted some. I figured the easiest way was to get him in the bed." She paused a moment, then added, "One of Daala's observers is always hovering around when we go out though. I can't get them to leave us alone long enough to have any fun." Ta'tan'ia considered that a moment. "Are you getting him to change his stories?" "No!" Kani replied in obvious surprise. Then she sighed. "Well, actually I was going to try that, but Master Durron wouldn't let me. He said it was too close to the dark side." That wasn't really what Ta'tan'ia wanted to hear, but it was what she felt through the Force herself. "Okay," she replied after a deep sigh. Kani glanced at her again. "Chief Daala has you manipulating Madhi Vaandt, doesn't she," she told her. "Yeah," Ta'tan'ia answered after taking another deep breath. "And she wants me to move into DP's apartment, so I can't train or spend time with everyone." "Kriffin Nerve Burner," Kani responded. Then she turned her head to look directly at Ta'tan'ia. "You aren't going to do it, are you?" she asked. Ta'tan'ia sighed again. "I don't want too," she answered. "But I don't know how I'm going to tell Chief Daala no." Kani set her hand on her thigh. "Well you have too," she declared. "We can't lose you to that evil woman!" Ta'tan'ia couldn't help but smile back at her. "Thanks," she answered as she leaned over and gave her a hug. "I'll do my best." "You'd better," Kani replied as they stood up. "It's bad enough she keeps you locked in that chastity belt," she said as they headed for the exit. "Master Durron should be the one controlling that," she added with a smile as they walked entered the corridor. "Yeah," Ta'tan'ia agreed with her own smile. She knew she was lucky to have such great friends. She hoped Chief Daala didn't force her to choose between them and her. Ta'tan'ia headed to her room and took a quick sanisteam. Then she cuffed herself, and went to bed. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The End of Chapter 3 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please leave me feedback, public or via email. -Bethany Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia II Ch. 04 Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia II "Yeah," Ta'tan'ia answered after taking another deep breath. "And she wants me to move into DP's apartment, so I can't train or spend time with everyone." "Kriffin Nerve Burner," Kani responded. Then she turned her head to look directly at Ta'tan'ia. "You aren't going to do it, are you?" she asked. Ta'tan'ia sighed again. "I don't want too," she answered. "But I don't know how I'm going to tell Chief Daala no." Kani set her hand on her thigh. "Well you have too," she declared. "We can't lose you to that evil woman!" Ta'tan'ia couldn't help but smile back at her. "Thanks," she answered as she leaned over and gave her a hug. "I'll do my best." "You'd better," Kani replied as they stood up. "It's bad enough she keeps you locked in that chastity belt," she said as they headed for the exit. "Master Durron should be the one controlling that," she added with a smile as they walked entered the corridor. "Yeah," Ta'tan'ia agreed with her own smile. She knew she was lucky to have such great friends. She hoped Chief Daala didn't force her to choose between them and her. Ta'tan'ia headed to her room and took a quick sanisteam. Then she cuffed herself, and went to bed. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ CHAPTER 4 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The next morning Ta'tan'ia woke up a moment before the alarms in her chrono and comlink went off. As soon as the alarms began, she typed the deactivation code—I serve Chief of State Daala—into the comlink. The alarms stopped, and the maglocks connecting her chrono and comlink weakened enough for her to pull them apart, as did the shackles on her ankles. Ta'tan'ia put her ankle shackles and the short chain that was connecting her wrists into her nightstand drawer. As she sat up, she pulled off her black tank top with the Chief of State's Seal over her left breast, and slid her feet into the fifteen centimeter high clear plastex heels that she kept by her bedside. Then she stepped over to her dresser, where she had laid out her gym outfit the night before. A minute later Ta'tan'ia was wearing her skimpy sports bra and hot pants in Galactic Alliance Blue. The Chief of State's official Seal was over her left breast, and the words Galactic Alliance were printed across the back of the hot pants in black lettering. Ta'tan'ia was also wearing black gym shoes with fifteen centimeter wedge heels. The heels were new, Ta'tan'ia had gotten them to replace her old ones that only had ten centimeter high heels. The waist belt and top few centimeters of the crotch of her beskar chastity belt were visible above the waistband of her hot pants. Her beskar tracking collar, chrono, and comlink were visible as well. Ta'tan'ia was also wearing her flexible durasteel head harness with the Chief of State's Seal centered on her forehead. Once she was dressed, Ta'tan'ia headed to the Temple's gym to workout. An hour later she headed back to her room for a quick sanisteam. Then she got dressed in her ProCorps-inspired Jedi robes. As she left for Chief Daala's offices, she grabbed a blumfruit muffin from one of the refectories to eat on the way. Just before zero-six-thirty, Ta'tan'ia arrived at the Executive Building. She passed through security, and went to Chief Daala's reception area. Since DP was on vacation, Ta'tan'ia didn't get shackled by one of Chief Daala's YVH droids to await Her Excellency's arrival. Instead she immediately went to work sending messages reconfirming Chief Daala's appointments for the day, and various other secretarial duties. Ta'tan'ia actually missed spending an hour or so cuffed and shackled on her knees every morning. It was a great way to meditate on the Force. When Chief Daala arrived Ta'tan'ia greeted her with a fresh cup of caf. She also gave her a copy of her schedule for the day, and Madhi's latest story. Chief Daala thanked her absently, then headed into her office. Ta'tan'ia settled down at DP's receptionist' desk, and continued her work. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Awhile later Chief Daala called Ta'tan'ia into her office. Ta'tan'ia quickly checked her appearance as she got up from her desk. A moment later, she opened the door between the reception area and the Chief of State's office proper. "How may I serve you, Your Excellency?" Ta'tan'ia asked as she approached her desk. She came to a stop about a meter in front of it, and assumed parade rest. Chief Daala ignored her a few moments as she worked at her computer. "Tell me DJ," she finally began. "Why were you in one of the Temple's training rooms last night?" she asked as she leaned back in her chair. "Um, I was training, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered truthfully, if incompletely. "I see," Chief Daala replied with a thoughtful nod. "And just what sort of training were you doing?" Ta'tan'ia ran through a quick Jedi calming exercise. "Combat training, Your Excellency," she answered. Chief Daala raised an eyebrow as she stared back at her. The Twi'lek could sense she was waiting for something else. "With a lightsaber," she added after a few heartbeats. "I see," Chief Daala said again. Then she deliberately glanced at the display case on her right, and Ta'tan'ia's lightsaber. "And just where did you get a lightsaber DJ? I thought you turned it over to your Chief of State until I decide that you needed it?" she asked, with a hint of distress. Ta'tan'ia sighed. "I borrowed it, Your Excellency," she admitted. "I see," Chief Daala said a third time. "So you've been using a lightsaber even after I specifically expressed my desire that you not participate in any combat training at all, much less lightsaber training, and you've been deliberately misleading me about it." Ta'tan'ia ran through a Jedi calming exercise. While she didn't think she had deliberately misled her, she had come pretty close. "Yes Your Excellency," she answered truthfully. "And I'm sorry, Your Excellency," she added contritely. She was frantically trying to think of a way to continue her lightsaber training as well. Chief Daala stared at her several seconds. "I don't just expect you to obey me while I'm watching you DJ," she began. "I expect you to obey me at all times. And that means obeying my wishes, not just my express orders. Is that understood?" Ta'tan'ia ran through another Jedi calming exercise. She could sense that Chief Daala was genuinely upset. "Yes, Your Excellency," she answered obediently. Inside, Ta'tan'ia was dismayed. She loved training. "If my Jedi liaison is lying to me and flaunting my authority, what kind of example does that set for the other Jedi? What if Madhi Vaandt or Javis Tyrr found out? How would that look in the HoloNews?" Ta'tan'ia had no idea how to respond to that. Most of the Jedi flaunted Chief Daala's authority as much as possible. "I'm sorry, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied. "I'll try to be a better example to the other Jedi for you." "Good," Chief Daala replied with a nod. "Now tell me DJ, do the other Jedi who turned their lightsabers over to me borrow others to train with as well?" "Um, no, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia responded, hoping she would change the subject. She really didn't want to lie to her, but she wasn't about to tell her that most of them had built new lightsabers, so they didn't need to borrow one train. Chief Daala answered with an harrumph, clearly unconvinced. "Since I can't trust you at the Jedi Temple, you will move into the Executive Building immediately," she informed her. Ta'tan'ia's eyes went wide with shock. "Please don't make me do that, Your Excellency," she pleaded. "I promise I won't touch a lightsaber again." "I know you won't, DJ," Chief Daala replied with a superior smile. "Because you will be here with me." "Please let me stay at the Temple, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia begged. "I promise I'll make it up to you some other way." Ta'tan'ia was confident that Master Durron could make her relent, but she didn't want to take it to that. "You will make it up to me by living in the Executive Building," Chief Daala responded firmly. "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied obediently. Then she paused a moment. "May I get my things from the Temple, and inform Master Durron of your decision?" she asked. Now Chief Daala paused a moment. "We will inform Master Durron together," Chief Daala answered. "I wouldn't want him to think I was holding you against your will. And I will provide whatever you need while you are here." "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied after a moments' hesitation. She had hoped to be able to talk to Master Durron alone while she was getting her stuff, but it was clear that Chief Daala wasn't going to give her the chance. "Actually Your Excellency, the beskar shackles you got for me are in my nightstand drawer," she pointed out. "And I'd like my clear plastex heels I wear around my room." "Well, I suppose so," Chief Daala acknowledged as she activated her holoprojector. "I like you in your shackles, and they were pretty expensive." Then she paused a moment. "Why don't you send the list to Jedi Asari, and she can bring them to you?" Ta'tan'ia thought about that a second. "Okay, Your Excellency," she replied. Chief Daala nodded her head in approval. A few moments later acting Grand Master Kyp Durron's hologram appeared half-a-meter high on her enormous desk. "Good morning Your Excellency," he greeted her politely. "What can I do for you today?" "Master Durron," Chief Daala replied. Then she smiled, and gestured for Ta'tan'ia to step into the holofield. "Ta'tan'ia has decided to stay at the Executive Building with me for a while. She will send Jedi Asari a list of things she needs. Please have her bring them over as soon as you can arrange it." Ta'tan'ia noticed that she said stay for a while instead of move in. Kyp glanced at Ta'tan'ia, who was standing quietly behind Chief Daala's shoulder. "I see," he replied after a moment. "Forgive me for saying so, but I don't think that is for the best, Your Excellency. I need to confer with the Jedi Order's liaison to the Chief of State's office on a daily basis." "Which you can do over the comlink I have provided to her," Chief Daala responded effortlessly. The one you monitor and can control, Ta'tan'ia thought to herself. "When Syal returns from Bastion, I should be able to let her move back to the Jedi Temple, but until then, I need her with me full time," Chief Daala explained Ta'tan'ia was surprised at how smooth that sounded. Still, she doubted she was serious about letting her move back to the Temple anytime soon. Kyp paused a moment, considering that. "That is not the arrangement we agreed to after we discovered the Empire's brainwashing plot, Your Excellency," he pointed out. Ta'tan'ia noticed that he seemed to be implying the Jedi and Chief Daala when he used we, instead of just the Jedi. Chief Daala had in fact been fully knowledgeable of the plot; and complicit in it. "It's only for a few weeks or so, Master Durron," Chief Daala replied with annoyance. "Things went great when she accompanied me to Hapes." Great for you, Ta'tan'ia thought to herself. She hoped it turned out okay for Tenel Ka and the other Hapans. She kept her cheerful smile in place though. "Fine," Kyp responded with a sigh. "Only until Syal returns from Bastion." "Of course, Master Durron," Chief Daala answered with a nod of agreement. "I'll have Jedi Asari bring over Ta'tan'ia's things shortly," he informed her. "That's fine, Master Durron," Chief Daala answered happily. "Ta'tan'ia should be in my office the rest of the day, but have Jedi Asari comm her before she leaves, just in case I have to send her on an errand." "Yes, Your Excellency," Kyp responded easily. "Excellent. That will be all," Chief Daala replied, reaching for the button to end the call. "Of course, Your Excellency," Kyp answered as his hologram disappeared. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ About half an hour later Kani arrived, carrying a small bag. A YVH droid escorted her to Chief Daala's reception area. Kani was wearing her tan tunic and pants, along with her brown Jedi robe. A gleaming silver durasteel chrono was on her left wrist, and matching comlink on her right. She was also wearing black knee boots with fifteen centimeter wedge heels. "Hey, thanks for coming," Ta'tan'ia said as she approached her. At the same time, she reached out with the Force and greeted her. "No problem," Kani replied with a friendly embrace as she passed her the bag. "Is everything okay?" she asked softly, still holding her close. "Yeah," Ta'tan'ia answered quietly, with an appreciative smile. She could feel Kani's stiff nerfhide waist-cincher around her midsection. After a moment, Ta'tan'ia took a half step back. "Chief Daala would like to see you while you are here," she told her cheerfully. Kani paused a moment, and glanced at the YVH droid waiting by the entrance. "Sure, I'd love to see our esteemed Chief of State," she replied with a smile. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ As Kani walked towards Chief Daala's office, she ran through a Jedi calming exercise. She also used the Force to sense any possible danger. Then she glanced over and smiled at Ta'tan'ia, who was alerting Chief Daala of her imminent arrival with her wrist comlink. When Kani neared the door, she slowed down so Ta'tan'ia could step past her and open the door for her, just as a personal assistant should for a visiting guest. She smiled at her friend as she stepped past her. "You wanted to see me, Your Excellency?" Kani asked pleasantly as she entered her office. Chief Daala was already in front of her desk, heading towards her. Kani didn't notice any security officers or droids, but she was sure they could appear in mere seconds if Chief Daala called them. "I did, Kani," Chief Daala replied with a friendly smile as she stopped near the caf table. "Please make yourself comfortable," she said, gesturing towards the pair of curved pouf couches on either side of the caf table. "Thank you, Your Excellency," Kani answered as she sat down. "Can I have Ta'tan'ia get you anything?" Chief Daala asked as she sat down a little less than arms-length from her. "Thank you, no, Your Excellency," Kani replied, glancing towards Ta'tan'ia with a smile. She also noticed that she didn't call her DJ. "I'm sure she has plenty of work to do for you already," she added with surreptitious wink towards Ta'tan'ia. Chief Daala chuckled in response. "Ta'tan'ia is a very diligent assistant for me," she agreed, glancing towards the purple-skinned Twi'lek who was waiting silently. "You may go then, Ta'tan'ia," she told her with a nod. "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered cheerfully, taking a step backwards before turning around and walking out. Kani watched her turn back to face them as she closed the door, again, just as a personal assistant should. "Thank you for bringing over Ta'tan'ia's things," Chief Daala said as the door shut. "You're welcome, Your Excellency," Kani answered with a smile. "I know Ta'tan'ia couldn't survive without her plastex heels." She didn't mention the ankle shackles, as she didn't want Chief Daala to offer her a set. She had her own anyway, although they were durasteel. "Yes, I wouldn't want her to have to go without," Chief Daala replied with a friendly smile. Then she changed the subject. "I was disappointed that you decided to stop supporting my government and refused to wear a tracking device," she told her after a couple of heartbeats. Kani wasn't quite sure how to respond to that, at least without making Chief Daala too mad. She could sense that she was being mostly truthful. She also felt a twinge of pleasure at the idea of wearing a tracking collar again. She routinely wore a collar these days, but since she could take it off herself, it wasn't the same. "Um, sorry, Your Excellency," she finally answered with an apologetic shrug. Suddenly Chief Daala smiled broadly. Then she leaned forward and opened the drawer underneath the caf table, and pulled out a familiar circle of durasteel. "Well, I have a tracking collar right here, so why don't we go ahead and correct that," she said as she pulled the maglock open and held the collar out towards Kani's throat. Kani stared at the collar a moment. "Um, I'm afraid I must respectfully decline, Your Excellency," she replied, leaning away slightly. The jolt of excitement she felt at the sight of the collar was undeniable though. "Kani," Chief Daala began as she leaned back on the pouf couch and slid closer to her at the same time. "I know I haven't always been the Jedi Order's best friend, but I am the Chief of State. Please show your support and loyalty to the Galactic Alliance by accepting a tracking device," she said as she set her hand on the back of Kani's neck, underneath her hair. Kani glanced down at the open collar, then back at Chief Daala. She could definitely sense that she was hiding something. "I'm sorry, Your Excellency," she answered. "I can't." Chief Daala scrutinized her a couple of moments. "Ta'tan'ia is very happy with hers," she pointed out. "If she can show a little support for my government, then you can too," she said. As she spoke, she lifted her blonde hair out of the way with one hand, and moved the open collar closer towards her throat with the other. Kani leaned away from the open collar warily, then raised her hand to stop it—mere centimeters from her neck. "I . . . don't know, Your Excellency," she said, looking back at Chief Daala. She could tell she was still hiding something. Suddenly she stood up. "I'm sorry Your Excellency, but I can't," she announced as she stepped to the far end of the pouf couch. "No one has to know except the two of us," Chief Daala replied, looking up at her and lowering the collar to her lap. "If you accepted it, then there would be no need for an observer to follow you while you are spending time with Javis Tyrr." Kani locked eyes with her as she considered that. Then she wondered if Chief Daala had ordered the observers to get more aggressive, just to get her to accept a tracking collar again. "I'm sorry Your Excellency," she told her. "Not after what's happened." She didn't say after you let the Empire brainwash and try to kidnap me and the other Jedi. "I'm very sorry to hear that, Kani," Chief Daala told her with a sigh. "I was hoping you would assist Ta'tan'ia some while Syal is away, but if you won't show this much support in the Galactic Alliance—" she paused to lift the collar a couple of centimeters— "then I don't see how I could ask you to do that." Kani thought about that a moment. She was tempted, if for no other reason than to stay close to Ta'tan'ia. "I'm sorry, Your Excellency," she replied. "Thank you for the offer though." Chief Daala glanced down at the collar in her lap, then back up at her. "What if I set it so you could take it off when you were in the Temple, as long as you promised to wear it when you left?" Kani glanced down at the collar as well. That sounded easy enough. No obnoxious observer following her around. A tracking collar that she could take off in the Temple. Still, she knew she had to listen to the Force. "Thank you, Your Excellency, but I'm afraid I must respectfully decline," she answered after a few moments' consideration. As she spoke, Kani could literally sense Chief Daala's mood darken. "I see," Chief Daala responded after a few heartbeats. "You are dismissed then, Jedi Asari," she informed her blankly. "Yes, Your Excellency," Kani replied as she turned and headed towards the door. When she reached it, she stopped, and looked back to see her walking towards her desk. "I'll keep your generous offer in mind, Your Excellency," she called out with a forced smile. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia II Ch. 04 Chief Daala didn't even bother to respond. She simply sat down, put the tracking collar in a drawer, and turned her attention to her computer screen. Kani sighed, opened the door, and walked back into the reception area. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ "Everything okay?" Ta'tan'ia asked with a smile as Kani closed the door behind herself. Kani grinned nervously at her. "I'm afraid I've upset our esteemed Chief of State," she said. Ta'tan'ia had sensed as much through the Force. She stood up, and they walked towards the exit together. Without even saying a word, they each wrapped an arm around the others' waist. "What happened?" Ta'tan'ia asked softly. "She tried to get me to wear a tracking collar again, and I turned her down," Kani explained. Ta'tan'ia gave her a sympathetic smile, and squeezed her waist. She was about to respond, when the YVH droid that had escorted Kani up stepped forward. "Jedi Asari, I've been instructed to escort you from the Executive Building immediately," it said firmly. Ta'tan'ia had wanted to walk her to the security checkpoint, so they could talk some more, but she knew she couldn't leave the reception desk unattended without permission. "Got to go," Kani said with a smile as she stepped away from her, and towards the YVH droid. "Bye bye," Ta'tan'ia replied with a wave as she walked out, followed closely by the YVH droid. "Bye, Ta'tan'ia," Kani answered with a cheerful wave back at her. Ta'tan'ia turned to go back to her desk, but before she even got there, Chief Daala summoned her to her office. Ta'tan'ia ran through a quick Jedi calming exercise as she changed course. "You wanted to see me, Your Excellency?" she asked as she entered. "Strip," Chief Daala commanded her, flexing her favorite crop in her hands. "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied obediently. In less than a minute Ta'tan'ia was down to her chrono, comlink, tracking collar, chastity belt, durasteel head harness and eighteen-centimeter heeled boots knee boots. While she had undressed, Chief Daala had circled around to the front of the desk, and was currently tapping the crop rhythmically against her hand. Ta'tan'ia spread her feet apart, and put her hands on Chief Daala's desk without being told. A moment later, the crop landed sharply on her ass. It was a significantly harder strike than she usually got from Chief Daala, but still, she barely flinched. A second blow quickly followed, then a third, and fourth. A Jedi had upset Chief Daala, so she was being punished. It was the life of Chief Daala's Jedi liaison. After twenty-five licks, Chief Daala commanded her to go back to her desk. Ta'tan'ia thanked her, and quickly got dressed. She winced as she sat down in her chair. About fifteen minutes later, Chief Daala had a guest. "Good morning Senator Treen," Ta'tan'ia said cheerfully as she rose smoothly and stepped out from behind her desk to greet the Kuati Senator. An attractive male aide accompanied her. "Jedi Ta'tan'ia," the human senator replied politely. Then she paused and stared at her a moment. In spite of her polite smile, Ta'tan'ia could sense her . . . disapproval. She wondered why, Jaina had never mentioned anything like that from her, and neither had DP. "Where's DP?" Senator Treen asked curiously. "She's on vacation, Senator," Ta'tan'ia replied with a smile. "I'm filling in for her." Senator Treen regarded her a moment. "I see," she finally responded. "Tell me, does Chief Daala call you DJ, like she did Jaina?" Ta'tan'ia blushed slightly. "Yes Senator," she answered. "Well, that is a nice collar you're wearing DJ. It reminds me of a pet I once had, and shows that you know your place," Senator Treen told her. "Thank you Senator," Ta'tan'ia replied cheerfully, in spite of the negative feeling she felt from her through the Force. Senator Treen definitely didn't like her for some reason. "Let me tell Chief Daala that you're here," she said, raising her comlink to her face. Senator Treen nodded her consent, and Ta'tan'ia alerted the Chief of State. "Chief Daala will see you now," she said with a smile, gesturing for the Senator to enter Chief Daala's office. "Of course she will," Senator Treen responded dryly as she walked past her into the office. Ta'tan'ia held the door for her, then offered both Chief Daala and Senator Treen. Chief Daala declined politely, as did Senator Treen. In spite of their nearly identical tone, Ta'tan'ia could sense the distaste from the Senator with her reply. Ta'tan'ia returned to the reception area to find Senator Treen's aide sitting on one of the pouf couches, busy on his datapad. Since he didn't seem inclined towards conversation Ta'tan'ia returned to her desk, and went back to work. A couple of hours later, long after Senator Treen had left, Chief Daala called Ta'tan'ia back into her office, and cropped her again. Ta'tan'ia wondered how bad she would get whipped once they were in Chief Daala's apartment. That evening, Ta'tan'ia accompanied Chief Daala back to apartment. Just like before, Ta'tan'ia quickly changed into her fetish maid's uniform, took Chief Daala a glass of wine, then began tidying up. Tonight, instead of watching the holonews, Chief Daala stayed at her secure HoloNet station most of the evening. Ta'tan'ia really didn't think much about it, as it was common. The Chief of State's work was never done. Since Chief Daala was busy, Ta'tan'ia commed Jaina, to talk. Jaina however, didn't answer, and neither did Kani. Finally, Ta'tan'ia got a hold of Turi Altamik, and chatted with her while she worked. Ta'tan'ia had almost expected Chief Daala to have blocked her from communicating with any of her fellow Jedi. When Chief Daala finally emerged from her bedroom, she was in a noticeably better mood than she had been most of the day. She didn't even seem to mind Ta'tan'ia chatting while she was working. Actually, Ta'tan'ia had finished some time ago, but since Chief Daala hadn't given her any other instructions, she was going around, double checking everything. Chief Daala simply thanked her for cleaning up, and dismissed her to DP's apartment. Ta'tan'ia thanked her, curtsied, and went to change back into her ProCorps-style uniform. Once she arrived, Ta'tan'ia stripped off her uniform, down to her head harness, collar, chrono, comlink, and chastity belt. Then she pulled on one of DP's black tank tops with the Chief of State's Seal over her left breast, and slid her feet into her clear plastex heels. Next Ta'tan'ia locked her beskar shackles around her ankles, and shuffled to the 'fresher. When she came out, she sat down, slipped off her heels, and climbed into DP's bed. After that Ta'tan'ia commed Master Durron, assured him that she was okay, and asked him to let everyone else know too. Then Ta'tan'ia cuffed her wrists together, and went to sleep. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ The following night, Madhi came to visit Ta'tan'ia in DP's apartment. Ta'tan'ia ate her out, then fucked her with her synthrubber dildo maglocked to the front of her chastity belt. Afterwards, Madhi gave her another story heaping praise on Chief Daala. Ta'tan'ia thanked her, but she was really starting to regret going along with this plan. Chief Daala loved the story. She made a few notes, and told Ta'tan'ia to have her release it as soon as possible. Ta'tan'ia of course, promised to obey. Over the next few days, Chief Daala didn't allow Ta'tan'ia to leave the Executive Building at all. Normally Chief Daala sent her on errands on almost a daily basis. Chief Daala also cropped and paddled her more often—and harder—than she had before. Ta'tan'ia commed Master Durron, Jaina, and Kani as often as she could. She even managed to chat with Neelia and Aileen a couple of times. She exchanged a couple of messages with DP as well. Still, Ta'tan'ia wanted to go back to the Jedi Temple, at least in the evenings. On the fourth evening Ta'tan'ia had been restricted to the Executive Building, Chief Daala—and Ta'tan'ia—stayed in her office working well past dinner. Finally they went to Chief Daala's apartment, where she immediately instructed Ta'tan'ia to strip. Once she was down to her durasteel head harness, tracking collar, corset, chastity belt, chrono, and comlink, Chief Daala handed her a pair of nerfhide ankle boots with heels that looked at least twenty-five centimeters high. The toes pointed straight down, practically parallel to the heels. Ta'tan'ia recognized them as ballet heels. She pulled them on, and wrapped the straps tightly around her ankles. The straps had a small maglock built into them to keep them secure. Then Chief Daala strapped a large synthrubber ballgag into Ta'tan'ia's mouth, and secured it to her durasteel head harness with a spiderweb of nerfhide straps. Next she locked her chrono and comlink together behind her back with a very short chain, and cuffed her upper arms together as well. With her arms secure, Chief Daala removed her chastity belt. Ta'tan'ia hoped she would fuck her. Instead, Chief Daala inserted a large synthrubber butt plug into her ass, and an even larger dildo into her now moist pussy. Then Chief Daala locked her chastity belt back into place, tight around her waist and crotch. Last of all, Chief Daala shackled her ankles together with her beskar ankle shackles. Once she was thoroughly shackled, gagged, and plugged, Chief Daala led her to the closet where Ta'tan'ia and DP's fetish maid's uniforms were, and the small cage inside. Ta'tan'ia obediently crawled in, and watched Chief Daala lock the door behind her. Chief Daala smiled down at her a few moments, then hit a button on the remote in her hand. Inside Ta'tan'ia, her dildo and butt plug began vibrating. She moaned in pleasure through her gag. "I'll be back in a few minutes, DJ," she told her as she reached through the bars and patted her head. "Don't go anywhere." Ta'tan'ia wriggled in her bondage as her plugs vibrated away. Chief Daala had never done anything like this to her. It was fantastic! Several minutes later Ta'tan'ia heard Chief Daala returning. Even though she was in the throes of ecstasy, she automatically reached out with the Force towards her. Ta'tan'ia's eyes went wide with shock. She couldn't sense her! In fact, she couldn't sense anything around Chief Daala. As she came into view, Ta'tan'ia saw that she was rolling an ysalamir on a frame along behind her. A couple of moments later, the ysalamir got close enough that Ta'tan'ia couldn't feel the Force. Ysalamiri had been a part of a Jedi's training regimen for quite some time. The Masters didn't want a Jedi to encounter them for the first time in the field, and end up dead. Ta'tan'ia knew that Chief Daala had some ysalamiri, but she had never forced Ta'tan'ia to be close enough to one to affect her. Chief Daala rolled the frame to a stop a meter or so in front of the cage. Ta'tan'ia stared at it warily. She barely noticed the dildo and butt plug still vibrating away inside her. "I thought you'd appreciate a little sexual release with the Force distracting you," Chief Daala told her as she patted the ysalamir frame. Ta'tan'ia looked up at her pleadingly, and grunted through her gag. "Now I'm going out for a few hours," Chief Daala told her. "Don't have too much fun while I'm gone." Ta'tan'ia groaned in dismay as Chief Daala walked out. Soon the vibrating plugs in her pussy and ass took her full attention though. A couple of minutes after Chief Daala left her, Ta'tan'ia was moaning out in ecstasy. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Awhile later, in the Uscru Entertainment District of Coruscant . . . "Thanks for coming with me," Javis said as he wrapped his arm around her waist. "Thanks for inviting me," Kani replied with an appreciative smile as she moved a little closer against him. Currently they were walking along an outdoor promenade on the seventieth floor of an enormous skyscraper. The next skyscraper was a few hundred meters away, across a chasm on their left. It had a similar promenade a few stories above them, and another a few below. They were a few dozen klicks from the Jedi Temple, although they had only walked from a nearby maglev station. Besides Kani, her Daala-appointed observer a few meters behind her, and Javis, there were two Noghri shadowing Kani, for protection. Even knowing that they were there, Kani could barely detect them through the Force. One was out in front of them, the other somewhere behind them. She was confident her observer had no idea they were there, even though the promenade wasn't exactly crowded. Kani was wearing a pair of baggy black pants with a thick black nerfhide belt around her waist, and a patterned navy blue jacket. Knee-high nerfhide boots with ten-centimeter wedge heels were on her feet. The boots had been a gift from the Empire, when they had been trying to recruit her. Kani was also wearing a nerfhide collar around her neck, as well as her durasteel chrono and comlink around her wrists. Underneath her pants and jacket she was wearing tight-fitting black combat suit with light armor over her chest, back, thighs, shins, and upper arms. The reason Kani was dressed in a pair of baggy pants and loose fitting jacket wasn't just so she wouldn't be as conspicuous, but also so she could conceal weapons easier. Her new lightsaber was in a specially made pocket on the inside of pants, next to her thigh. She also had a blaster at the small of her back. Her original lightsaber was still in a display case in Chief Daala's office. After Kani had recovered from the Empire's mental influence, she had quickly built another one, without bothering to mention it to Chief Daala. Javis was wearing a pair of dark gray pants with a dark red jacket, a red and green patterned shirt, and a floppy hat to partially hide his features. He was somewhat of a celebrity after all. "So, where's this great restaurant you're taking me too?" Kani asked him as they walked. "Right up here," he replied, nodding ahead. "It's a Devaronian place I know about." Kani immediately thought of Madhi Vaandt, and Ta'tan'ia. "Great," she replied, laying her head on Javis' shoulder. "I'm starving." A couple of steps later, Kani suddenly raised her head off his shoulder, and looked around warily as they slowed down. Her hand started towards her lightsaber, then moved to her blaster at the small of her back. "What's wrong?" Javis asked, his hand still around her waist. Kani didn't see anything, but she could definitely sense imminent danger. Then she caught sight of a man standing against the guardrail on the upper promenade on the opposite skyscraper. He was watching them as the crowd moved past him, and holding some sort of remote control device in his hands. "Let's go," she said after a couple of moments, urging Javis along. There was an entrance to a pedestrian corridor into the skyscraper several meters ahead. Kani took Javis' hand, and started guiding him towards it. Before they made it, Kani felt the Force suddenly cut out. Ysalamir! Kani thought in alarm. A split-second later, she saw a small hoversled rise into view from below. Instantly, she recognized the two Force-nullifying creatures on their nutrient frames on top of it—and almost the same instant, Kani saw another figure on the opposite promenade, a few dozen meters ahead of the first guy. This one was aiming a rocket launcher at them. "Run!" Kani shouted at Javis, and the handful of people nearby. Javis didn't need to be told twice. The rest of the people, though, mostly just stopped and stared at them. Kani pulled out her blaster and dashed towards the guard rail to get a better shot at the ysalamir on the hoversled. Once she had the Force, she could deal with the rocket. She reached the guard rail, aimed, and fired. Kani's mouth fell open in shock as the blaster bolt bounced harmlessly off a deflector shield. She frantically fired again, with the same result. Panicked, Kani briefly thought of trying to shoot the guy with the rocket launcher, but she knew she couldn't hit him from this distance without the Force, especially with a crowd of people behind him. Instead she tried to shoot the rocket out of the sky. With the Force, she probably could have done it, but with the ysalamiri, she had no chance. Kani muttered a curse as she turned and ran towards a large duracrete planter. After just a couple of steps, she knew she wouldn't make it. A couple of steps later, the rocket hit the wall behind her. The explosion propelled the athletic human Jedi into the duracrete planter like she had been thrown by a Wookiee in full rage. Still without the Force, she lay there for nearly a minute, fighting to stay conscious. Still groggy, Kani finally tried to get back up. When she put pressure on her left arm though, she let out a yelp of pain. It was broken. From the feel of it, her ribs were broken as well. Even with the armored bodysuit, the rest of her body didn't feel much better. Slowly, Kani climbed to her feet. She looked around for her blaster a moment, then gave up and reached for her lightsaber. There were an assortment of people walking around, some dazed from the blast, some rushing to help the victims. More people were lying on the ground, some screaming, some lifelessly still. Then she caught sight of a figure in black pants and a red jacket lying motionless several meters away. Javis! The next thing Kani knew she was kneeling at his side. There was a large blaster hole in his chest. Despair, sadness, anger, and shock hit Kani all at once. It was a million times worse than the blaster bolt she had been hit with a few moments before. Almost as soon as the tears reached her cheeks, Kani heard the sound of a blaster from her right, which was the direction she had Javis had been going. Kani turned to see a human man in a bulky gray jumpsuit heading for her through the crowd, blaster carbine in hand. Kani grunted in pain as she climbed to her feet, and grunted again as she raised her lightsaber into a one-handed guard position, and moved towards him. Her left arm hung uselessly—and painfully—at her side. A moment later the guy fired at her. Even without the Force, she somehow she managed to deflect the shot. As he fired again she stepped to her right, and charged him. His second shot missed her by centimeters. His third, however, hit her in the stomach like a club. Even with the armor over her midsection, Kani doubled over in pain from the bolt. That allowed his next shot to pass over her head. Through sheer determination she kept moving forward. Now Kani was close enough to strike. With one arm she thrust her lightsaber out, straight for the middle of his chest. To Kani's utter horror, her blade hit some sort of armor, jarring her wounded shoulder painfully. The blade deflected off to the side, and she dropped her hand towards the ground. Beskar! she realized as he fired again. This bolt hit her in the chest. Kani felt an intense fire—worse than the one in her shoulder or stomach. She couldn't take a breath. She didn't even feel the next bolt hitting her chest again. Kani knew she only had a few seconds to live. She swung her arm up in a slash and was somewhat surprised to see that it was still holding her lightsaber. As another blaster bolt hit her, she watched the end of the blade cross his face, leaving a massive gash just above his mouth. Her arm continued its arc, causing her body to twist. Another blaster bolt hit her side. Kani fell to the ground and watched her lightsaber roll away. Then she saw the human—Mandalorian she assumed—fall lifelessly in front of her. She looked into the gash from her lightsaber, and saw that she had nearly decapitated him. The last thing Kani saw was one of her Noghri protectors—Er-kzaim, she thought—limping towards her, covered in blood. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia II Ch. 04 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The End of Chapter 4 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please leave me feedback, public or via email. -Bethany Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia II Ch. 05 Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia II To Kani's utter horror, her blade hit some sort of armor, jarring her wounded shoulder painfully. The blade deflected off to the side, and she dropped her hand towards the ground. Beskar! she realized as he fired again. This bolt hit her in the chest. Kani felt an intense fire—worse than the one in her shoulder or stomach. She couldn't take a breath. She didn't even feel the next bolt hitting her chest again. Kani knew she only had a few seconds to live. She swung her arm up in a slash and was somewhat surprised to see that it was still holding her lightsaber. As another blaster bolt hit her, she watched the end of the blade cross his face, leaving a massive gash just above his mouth. Her arm continued its arc, causing her body to twist. Another blaster bolt hit her side. Kani fell to the ground and watched her lightsaber roll away. Then she saw the human—Mandalorian she assumed—fall lifelessly in front of her. She looked into the gash from her lightsaber, and saw that she had nearly decapitated him. The last thing Kani saw was one of her Noghri protectors—Er-kzaim, she thought—limping towards her, covered in blood. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ CHAPTER 5 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "This is Madhi Vaandt on location in the Uscru Entertainment District on Coruscant," the Devaronian holojournalist recited professionally. "Nearly two dozen people are dead after an appalling attack by Mandalorian terrorists. Among the dead are Jedi Knight Kani Asari, an unidentified Noghri believed to be her bodyguard, holojournalist Javis Tyrr, an observer appointed by the Galactic Alliance to follow Jedi Asari, six children, and five Mandalorian attackers that are believed to be part of the group that has been hiding out near the Jedi Temple for the past several months." The holocamera swept across the horrific scene. All of the bodies had been covered, and the police were going over the area for evidence. After a few moments, the holocamera went back to the somber young holojournalist, and the five centimeter wide durasteel comlink on her left wrist. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Kyp watched the holonews in stunned silence. Kani dead. Polbehr Hakh'khar dead. Javis Tyrr dead. Er-kzaim Hakh'khar barely walking. Over a dozen other people—including three children—dead. Five of Daala's Mando scumbags dead. At least there was no way Daala could keep the Mandos a secret anymore. Currently Madhi Vaandt was blasting the news all over the HoloNet. She even had footage of dozens of the Mandos in a couple of their old staging areas, in full armor. Kyp wondered if Ta'tan'ia had known about that footage. Apparently Madhi had happened to be at the restaurant that Kani and Javis had been heading for. She was on the HoloNet almost before the security forces and fire and rescue had even arrived. "Daala has to go," Master Sebatyne said from the chair next to him. "She's crossed the line." "Frakk," Kyp said in disbelief. "Frakk. We've got to get Ta'tan'ia out first." "Or during," Master Octa Ramis said, tapping her nails on the table. Kyp gave her a sharp look. "We will not conduct a coup," he said. "At least not today," he added. "We need to consult Master Skywalker first. Make sure we don't interfere with his plans." The other Jedi Masters that were present nodded their heads in agreement. Master Katarn had secretly led a group of Knights off-planet to fight slavery. Master Horn was still on vacation on Bastion, and Master Skywalker was still exiled. Currently Master Cilghal was in the clinic, attending to Er-kzaim, who had insisted on giving her report before allowing herself to be treated. From that report they had learned of the ysalamiri on the hoversled, and the two Mandos across the way, one of which had escaped. Er-kzaim had also told them that she thought Javis Tyrr was the primary target, not Kani. At least six Mandos had been involved in the attack. Er-kzaim had killed two that were on the promenade that were working their way towards Kani and Javis. Polbehr had killed another on the promenade, as well as the one that launched the rocket. Kani had killed the one that had killed Polbehr while she was taking out the rocket launcher. The sixth Mando, who was also on the opposite promenade, had gotten away. Er-kzaim believed he was the one controlling the hover sled with the ysalamiri on it. Somehow all of the surveillance holocams in the area had mysteriously malfunctioned a couple of minutes before the attack. Javis Tyrr however, had turned on a hand held one just before had had been shot. Er-kzaim had retrieved it, and Kani's lightsaber, and brought both back to the Temple. The holocam had been knocked to the ground, but it still provided some interesting footage. It also seemed to indicate that Javis had been the primary target. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ "What the Frakk happened Belok!?" Chief Daala demanded as soon as the hologram appeared in front of her. "You were supposed to kill the holojournalist and the Jedi, not blow up half of Coruscant!" "Things got out of hand, Your Excellency," the Mandalorian General replied with a shrug. "The Noghri bodyguards were more difficult than we'd anticipated, so we had to fire one little rocket." Chief Daala stared at him incredulously. "I told you the little vape-bait had Noghri with her. What did you think they were there for, decoration!?" "Frakk, Your Excellency," Belok Rhal replied with a hint of anger. "I lost five of my people playing assassin for you." "Look, the Senate is pitching a fit," Chief Daala said, ignoring him. "Withdraw all of your Forces to their back-up positions. And keep them hidden." Belok shook his head. "These are our third positions. We won't be able to attack the Jedi Temple as effectively from them." "This is just temporary, until I get things back under control," Chief Daala responded with a nod. "Just stay out of sight. I need to be able to deny everything." "Understood, Your Excellency," he answered with a sigh. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Ta'tan'ia awoke to someone pulling on her durasteel head harness. She quickly realized they were pulling her out of the cage. As she obediently crawled out, she felt the cuffs on her wrists, biceps, and ankles restrict her movement. The familiar feeling of her tracking collar around her neck, chrono and comlink on her wrists, and chastity belt as she woke up never failed to send a jolt of pleasure through her. The ankle shackles, bicep cuffs, gag, and ballet heels only added to her arousal. "DJ, wake up," Chief Daala said as the Twi'lek emerged from the cage. Ta'tan'ia had passed out after at least a dozen orgasms. She was still cuffed, gagged, and without the Force. "Mmmhh" she grunted through her gag, and twisted in her shackles. "Come on DJ," Chief Daala told her. "I need your help." Ta'tan'ia had never heard Chief Daala say that she needed her help. She also couldn't believe how sore—and tired—she was. She had never felt like this after spending a night in bondage. At least she guessed it was a night, she had no idea how long she had been cuffed, gagged, plugged, and caged. She was sure it had been at least a few hours though. Chief Daala began unlocking the maglocks connecting her gag to her durasteel head harness. Ta'tan'ia obediently held still while she undid the straps. Finally, she pulled the synthrubber cock gag out with a 'plop.' Ta'tan'ia immediately began working her nearly numb jaw. She wasn't used to waking up without the Force. "Thank you, Your Excellency," she told her as she took a step away. "I've got some bad news for you DJ," Chief Daala told her as she unlocked her wrist and bicep cuffs with the remote in her hand. "There was an accident last night." Ta'tan'ia didn't like the sound of that one bit. She pulled her arms apart as she started to get the feeling back in her jaw. "More than a dozen people were killed. Jedi Kani Asari and that holojournalist Javis Tyrr were among them," she told her. "I need you to get dressed and help me deal with Master Durron and the holojournalist and Senators and such." Ta'tan'ia stared at her in absolute shock. She couldn't believe what she had just told her. Kani—dead! And Chief Daala wanted her to help her deal with the kriffing holojournalists! "What, Your Excellency!?" Ta'tan'ia asked her after several seconds. "Kani's dead!?" Chief Daala gave her a sympathetic frown. "Yes DJ," she answered softly. "I'm very sorry that it happened. I know how fond you were of her." Ta'tan'ia knew Chief Daala was a gifted liar. Even with the Force, she couldn't always read her. Most of the time, she didn't try, she simply chose to trust her Chief of State. Ta'tan'ia took a deep breath—as deep as she could with her corset. She just couldn't be sure what was really going on. "What happened, Your Excellency?" she asked, carefully climbing to her feet in the ballet heels and beskar ankle shackles. Chief Daala regarded her a moment. "Some of the Mandalorians I've retained acted on their own," she said. "I've told Belok Rhal to deal with the lone survivor, and ordered the rest of them to leave Coruscant." Ta'tan'ia had no idea how much of that was the truth, past the Mandos killed Kani. She glanced down at her chrono, and saw that it was just past oh-one-hundred. She had been caged, gagged, and shackled for a little over four hours. "Yes, Your Excellency," she replied obediently. "I assume Master Durron knows about Kani?" she asked as she began shuffling away from the ysalamir next to the cage. "Of course he does," Chief Daala told her. "I tried to express my sympathies, but he seemed determined to place the blame on me." Ta'tan'ia hated not being able to feel the Force. It made it much harder for her to sense the truth. She really wanted to be with Master Durron and the other Jedi anyway—especially at a time like this. "Get dressed, and report to my office, and I'll allow you to explain to him that I didn't want this to happen," Chief Daala said. "He is on the way." Ta'tan'ia wasn't sure how true that was, but she hoped it was. At least there were no ysalamiri in the Chief of State's office. Chief Daala unlocked Ta'tan'ia's ankle shackles, ballet heels, and chastity belt. Ta'tan'ia quickly cleaned herself in the 'fresher, then locked the chastity belt back into place, without the dildo and butt plug. When she came out, Chief Daala was gone. Ta'tan'ia promptly tried to comm Master Durron, only to discover that her comlink wouldn't allow her to contact him; or any of the other Jedi either. Ta'tan'ia sighed, and started picking up the restraints and other things Chief Daala had used on her. A few moments later, Ta'tan'ia realized her bicep cuffs were still locked on. She started to comm Chief Daala, but quickly decided not to. Her uniform would cover the bicep cuffs, and they didn't bother her anyway. Ta'tan'ia quickly cleaned up the restraints and stuff, and put them away. There was a fresh ProCorps-style uniform for her on the bed. Ta'tan'ia used the 'fresher, got dressed, and headed for the Chief of State's offices. As soon as she got out of the range of the ysalamiri, Ta'tan'ia felt the Force flow through her again. It felt amazingly . . . refreshing. She almost forgot about Kani, for a brief moment. Even from kilometers away, she could sense her fellow Jedi's sadness. She reached out to them with the Force, to reassure them she was okay. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Ta'tan'ia found Chief Daala's offices abuzz with activity. There were several dozen Senators and holojournalists harassing Desha Lor in the reception area. Only a squad of security officers, backed-up by a quartet of YVH droids stopped them from entering Chief Daala's actual office. Ta'tan'ia nodded sympathetically at Desha Lor, then went into Chief Daala's office. Wynn Dorvan was there of course, along with a few more of Chief Daala's top advisors, and a double handful of her closest Senatorial allies. Within an hour and a half, Chief Daala had released an official statement condemning the attack, and expressing her condolences to all of the victim's families. She also pointed out that she had Galactic Alliance security officers guarding the Jedi Temple to protect the Jedi from their numerous enemies. She then said that she would be reviewing the security procedures for all Jedi. Last of all, Chief Daala suggested that the Jedi should stay in the Temple until further notice; for their safety, and the safety of others. Even Ta'tan'ia was surprised at that last part. Wynn Dorvan, her Chief of Staff, tried to talk Chief Daala out of adding it, but she would have none of it. A few hours after Ta'tan'ia arrived, Chief Daala reluctantly cleared the last of her staff out of her office so she could meet with the acting Grand Master of the Jedi Order. Ta'tan'ia went out to the reception area to greet him, and was surprised to only find a very harried looking Desha Lor there—along a couple of security officers and a pair of YVH droids. Desha Lor quickly excused herself to use the 'fresher. Desha Lor promptly asked Ta'tan'ia to cover for her, and hurried to the 'fresher. A couple of minutes after she returned, Chief Daala came out of her office. As she did, Master Durron arrived in the reception area. Ta'tan'ia sighed, she knew Chief Daala had timed that so she couldn't speak to Master Durron alone, even for a moment. "See that Master Durron and I aren't disturbed, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala instructed her as she turned to go back into her office. "Yes, Your Excell—" "Actually," Master Durron interrupted, "I would like her to join us," he said firmly. Chief Daala stared at him a moment, glanced at Ta'tan'ia, then back to him. "Of course," she answered with a nod. "Desha Lor, please see that we're not disturbed." "Yes, Your Excellency," the Twi'lek responded obediently. Chief Daala went to her desk, while Master Durron sat down in one of the guest chairs. Ta'tan'ia glanced at Chief Daala for permission, then sat down in the chair next to him. "I'm very sorry about Kani, Master Durron," Chief Daala told him. "The Jedi Order has my utmost sympathies." "You don't really expect me to believe that, do you, Your Excellency?" Kyp replied after a heartbeat. "Those were your Mando thugs shooting a rocket and blasters onto a crowded shopping promenade." "Master Durron, I assure you, I'm as upset about this as you are," Chief Daala answered. "I did not order anyone to shoot a rocket on Coruscant, especially in the direction of Jedi Asari. The observer I appointed was just a handful of meters away after all." "Less than a week ago you tried to lock a tracking collar on her again. She refused, and now your Mandos have killed her," Kyp said vehemently. "Master Durron, I allowed you an audience so I could assure you that I had nothing to do with this heinous act. If all you are going to do is make wild accusations, then you can leave." Ta'tan'ia could sense Chief Daala was hiding something, even if she wasn't exactly lying outright. "What about Javis Tyrr, Your Excellency?" she asked softly. In spite of Chief Daala's skill at hiding her emotions, neither Jedi could miss her reaction through the Force. "So that's it," Kyp declared. "You had Javis killed, and Kani got caught in the cross fire." Then he paused a moment. "No, you had them both killed, and made it look like Javis got caught in the cross fire." He nodded his head triumphantly. "Makes sense. A lot of people won't care if Mandos kill a Jedi, even if she is just going out to dinner. The Chief of State's Mandalorian mercenaries assassinating a holojournalist who's been critical of her administration on the other hand . . ." "I don't know what you're talking about," Chief Daala replied icily. "And you are dismissed." Kyp chuckled in response. "We'll see how the Senate feels, and the holojournalists," he said as he stood up. "The ones still alive anyway." Then he paused a moment. "Oh, and Ta'tan'ia is coming with me. She's not safe here either." "She's not going anywhere," Chief Daala spat out. Then she paused, and took a deep breath. "I assure you Master Durron, Ta'tan'ia is perfectly safe with me," she said a lot more diplomatically. "Besides, didn't you agree that she could stay here until D—Syal returned from vacation?" Kyp snorted in derision. "And you agreed to defend the Galactic Alliance and all its citizens, not help the Empire turn them into brainwashed sex-slaves," he said. "Or assassinate them for criticizing your policies." "Ta'tan'ia is staying with me, and that's final," Chief Daala stated firmly. "Now Master Durron, I suggest you leave, before I have an YVH droid escort you out." "Your Excellency, are you saying that you are keeping her against her will?" Kyp asked her pointedly. "Of course not," Chief Daala answered. "You're the one trying to force her to leave." Suddenly both of them were looking at the purple-skinned Twi'lek Jedi, who was still sitting quietly in her chair. Ta'tan'ia glanced between two of the most important people in her life. She knew that sooner or later it would come to this. Master Durron would understand if she chose to stay with Chief Daala, and forgive her. Chief Daala . . . wouldn't. Even before Kani's death, Ta'tan'ia knew what choice she would make. She was a Jedi. "I'd like to go back to the Jedi Temple with Master Durron, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia said, leaning forward. She could sense Master Durron's relief, as well as feel Chief Daala's anger—and sense of betrayal. "At least for a while, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia added as she stood up, and stepped towards Master Durron. "I'm sorry." Chief Daala stared at both of them a few tense moments. "So be it," she replied icily. "You are both dismissed." Ta'tan'ia's eyes lingered on Chief Daala as she followed Master Durron out of the office. Out in the reception area, she told Desha Lor bye, and wished her good luck. Master Durron remained silent until they reached the security checkpoint. Ta'tan'ia wasn't surprised when he didn't wait to retrieve his lightsaber from the officers. He would have another Jedi keeping it for him, probably just past the checkpoint. Outside the Executive Building Ta'tan'ia saw Jaina Solo and Master Ramis standing watchfully next to a speeder. Both women were wearing ProCorps style Jedi uniforms with fifteen centimeter wedge-heeled boots. Both had durasteel chronos on their left wrists, and matching comlinks on their right. Jaina was wearing a durasteel collar, while Master Ramis wasn't. With the Force guiding her, Ta'tan'ia noticed a few more Jedi on speeder bikes spread out nearby. She also suspected that Master Durron had some Noghri along, although they were harder to spot. Jaina smiled and nodded at Ta'tan'ia as she opened the front passenger door for Master Durron. Master Ramis opened the back one for Ta'tan'ia. "Thank You Master," Ta'tan'ia said as she climbed in. "No problem, Ta'tan'ia," Octa Ramis replied with a smile as she climbed in after her. "Glad you you're back Master," Jaina said to Kyp as he climbed in. "And glad you're with us now," she added, glancing towards Ta'tan'ia as she slid in as well. "Glad to be back," Ta'tan'ia replied with a smile as Jaina closed both doors. Ta'tan'ia noticed Master Durron's and Jaina's lightsabers mostly out of sight in the center console. She glanced over and saw Master Ramis' in the door console, also mostly out of sight. Ta'tan'ia wondered if Master Durron would try to get the ones out of the display cases in Chief Daala's office. A couple of moments later Jaina was in the driver's seat, and they were departing. A pair of the speeder bikes went ahead, while two more followed them. For the first time, Ta'tan'ia felt uneasy with the knowledge that Chief Daala could track her with her collar. She didn't really think she would try to kill the Grand Master of the Jedi Order though. Then again, Ta'tan'ia didn't think she would have Kani killed. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia II Ch. 05 Ta'tan'ia glanced down at her on her left wrist chrono, and realized that she couldn't use her wrist comlink anymore either. Even just chatting with her friends might allow Chief Daala to learn something she could use against the Jedi. Jaina piloted the speeder to the Jedi Temple's Hanger Entrance, and inside. In spite of her sadness at Kani's death, Ta'tan'ia felt great to be back. As the speeder came to a stop though, she suddenly realized that her beskar chastity belt, durasteel corset, and bicep cuffs were still locked onto her. As much as she liked the chastity belt, Ta'tan'ia didn't want to spend the rest of her life wearing it. She wanted to have sex again. The corset would be a problem too. She also would have to do something about the tracking collar, and comlink that Chief Daala was monitoring and controlling. As soon as they climbed out of the speeder, two Jedi approached them and began scanning them for spy devices. "Um, Master, can I talk to you in private?" Ta'tan'ia asked as Turi finished scanning her. "Quickly," he answered with a nod as his own scan was completed. They found an empty room near the hanger and Ta'tan'ia explained that she was still wearing her beskar chastity belt, and durasteel corset and bicep cuffs, not to mention her tracking collar, chrono, and comlink. "I'm sorry Ta'tan'ia," Kyp replied with a sigh. "I sympathize, but that's not a priority at the moment. We'll get to it when we can." Ta'tan'ia had assumed as much. "Yes Master," she answered with her own sigh. "Make sure you don't go into any of the secret areas of the Temple though," he told her. "And get one of the techs to go over the comlink and stuff to make sure Daala hasn't snuck any spy devices in it." "Yes Master," Ta'tan'ia replied with a nod. "And stay out of the sensitive areas of the Temple, just to be on the safe side. We don't want Daala building a map of the place from your movements or anything like that," he told her. "Yes Master," Ta'tan'ia answered dutifully. Kyp crossed his arms, and put a hand on his chin. "As matter of fact," he began thoughtfully, "maybe we should just go ahead and lock you in a detention cell." Ta'tan'ia sighed. She really didn't want to sit in a cell for days or weeks or months on end. She wanted to inadvertently betray the Jedi even less though. "Yes Master," Ta'tan'ia answered resignedly. Then she spotted the slight smirk he was trying to hide with his hand. "Master Durron!" she exclaimed, swatting him in the chest. Now Kyp broke out in a wide grin, and grabbed her wrist. "And don't use this comlink," he reminded her, tapping the beskar cuff on her wrist. "Of course, Master," Ta'tan'ia responded, slightly insulted. "I do know she monitors it." Master Durron smiled back at her. "And get rid of that head harness and belt," he told her, reaching out and tapping the Chief of State's Seal on the center of her head harness. The Seal was her belt buckle as well. "Yes Master," Ta'tan'ia replied, slightly annoyed now. "Ta'tan'ia," Kyp began as he reached out, and put a hand on her shoulder. "Just trust me, and trust in the Force," he told her. "Everything will work out fine." Ta'tan'ia felt a sudden flood of relief wash through her. She quickly stepped forward, and embraced him in a tight hug. "I promise I will, Master," she assured him. A few minutes later Ta'tan'ia was in her room, undressing. She was somewhat surprised that Chief Daala hadn't reprogrammed her belt or boots so they wouldn't unlock. When she slid her boots off, she automatically looked for her clear plastex heels, and realized they were still at DP's apartment. She would have to either get another pair, or ask Chief Daala to return them. For the first time in months, Ta'tan'ia went barefoot as she got ready for bed. A moment later she let out a sigh of relief when her durasteel corset came off. That left Ta'tan'ia only wearing her beskar tracking collar, chrono, comlink, chastity belt, head harness, and bicep cuffs. She was sure they were all maglocked on, but she spent a few moments tugging on them to be sure. In a few days she would comm Chief Daala, and ask her to unlock her chastity belt and maybe her tracking collar. For now though, she would just have to live with them. It was actually almost time for Ta'tan'ia to get up, but since she had been awake most of the night, she just wanted to get some sleep. All of her nightshirts had the Chief of State's Seal over her left breast, so she decided to go to bed topless. Ta'tan'ia opened her nightstand drawer and remembered that her beskar ankle shackles were still at DP's apartment with her plastex heels. She had a couple of lengths of chain to maglock her wrists together, but she didn't want to use them. Chief Daala had provided them, and might have reprogrammed them or something. Other than a few nights on Hapes, Ta'tan'ia hadn't slept without her wrists or ankles chained together in months. A little while later, at zero-four-thirty, her chrono and comlink alarms went off. She woke up and typed I serve Chief of State Daala into her comlink, and went back to sleep. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Several hours later Ta'tan'ia woke up, used the 'fresher, put on her gym outfit and was out the door before she remembered what happened to Kani. She ran through a Jedi calming exercise, and continued on towards the gym. A good, hard workout was just what she needed. When she arrived at the gym Ta'tan'ia nodded a greeting to the other Jedi there, and began stretching. The gym was a little crowded. She assumed a lot of her fellow Jedi wanted to work out some of their frustration as well. Ta'tan'ia was wearing her blue sports bra with the Chief of State's Seal over her left breast, and matching hot pants with the words Galactic Alliance written across her ass. She was also wearing her durasteel head harness, tracking collar, bicep cuffs, wrist chrono and comlink, chastity belt, and black gym shoes with fifteen centimeter wedge heels. The waist belt and top few centimeters of her chastity belt were visible above the waistband of her hot pants, as was her tracking collar, chrono, comlink, and bicep cuffs. None of the Jedi seemed to even pay any attention to Ta'tan'ia's outfit, or specialized gear. Most of the females were wearing skimpy sports bras and hot pants, and several of both genders were wearing, wrist chronos, and comlinks. A few were even wearing collars. After a long, intense, workout Ta'tan'ia took went back to her room and took a sanisteam. Then she put her ProCorps-style uniform back on; with a few small modifications. First she wrapped a nerfhide waist-cincher around her midsection in lieu of her durasteel corset. It was her old one that she had before becoming Chief Daala's Jedi liaison, and it wasn't as tight as she was used to. She had to pull it as tight as possible before she was satisfied. Then Ta'tan'ia put on her off-white tunic and light-brown pants, and a ten-centimeter-wide brown nerfhide belt. The sleeves of her tunic hid her bicep cuffs. This belt didn't have the Chief of State's Seal, and Chief Daala didn't have control of the maglock like the other one. Next Ta'tan'ia slid her feet into her brown knee-boots with fifteen-centimeter high wedge heels. The boots had hidden shackles at her ankles and at the top of the boots, but she could unlock them herself. The boots were a gift from the Empire, back when they had been trying to recruit Jedi into the ProCorps. Like the waist-cincher and belt, Ta'tan'ia controlled the maglocks. She put the remote in her nightstand drawer though, so she would be locked into her uniform during the day. Ta'tan'ia took a moment to check herself out in her mirror before she left. She wished she could take off the durasteel head harness with the Chief of State's Seal on the front, but other than that, she loved her outfit. Well, she wanted some boots with eighteen-centimeter heels too. For the first time in months Ta'tan'ia wasn't serving Chief Daala as her Jedi liaison. She quickly became bored without many, many things to do to perfection. One of the first things she did though was order herself a pair of heels to wear around her room. The All Species Pleasure Boutique had dozens of pairs of clear plastex heels for humanoid feet. Ta'tan'ia found a pair of slip-ons with fifteen-centimeter stiletto heels that were just like the ones she had had. She also spent over an hour picking out a set of durasteel ankle shackles, and a five centimeter long chain with maglocks for her wrists. Once she finished her HoloNet shopping, Ta'tan'ia went out into the Temple, and ended up in the hanger. There she helped Jedi Tyria Sarkin Tainer do maintenance on some of the StealthX's and other starfighters the Jedi had. After a couple of hours of hard work, they took a break, and Tyria invited Ta'tan'ia to a simulator battle. Ta'tan'ia had only logged a couple of hours of combined simulator time since she had become Jedi Daala's Jedi liaison a few months ago. Even then, she had never stood out as a fighter pilot—for a Jedi. Tyria on the other hand, was in a simulator almost every day. Ta'tan'ia barely lasted three minutes before she was destroyed. For their second fight, Tyria reduced her lasers and shields by twenty-five percent, and her speed by ten percent. Those handicaps allowed Ta'tan'ia to last nearly ten minutes before she was defeated. Tyria left her settings the same for their third duel. This time Ta'tan'ia was able to survive just over eight minutes. She declined a fourth battle, and the two Jedi went back to work. After helping out in the hanger all day, Ta'tan'ia had a relaxing dinner in one of the refectories with Sanola Ti and Seff Hellin. Afterwards, they headed for one of the training rooms, and practiced their lightsaber techniques. The following morning, Ta'tan'ia was awakened by her chrono and comlink alarm. She quickly typed I serve Chief of State Daala into her comlink, then went back to sleep for a bit. That day, Ta'tan'ia did fix one small problem with her beskar restraints. The words Property of Chief of State Natasi Daala were printed across the back of the waist belt of her chastity belt. Ta'tan'ia got one of the guys to make her a thin strip of durasteel to go over it. The strip went all the way around the waist belt, and maglocked in place. At the time Ta'tan'ia was only wearing her beskar restraints, durasteel head harness and bicep cuffs, nerfhide waist-cincher, and knee boots with fifteen-centimeter heels. She didn't really need to take off her entire uniform for him to put the durasteel strip on, but she didn't let that stop her. He also offered to cover of the Chief of State's Seal on her chastity belt and head harness, but Ta'tan'ia decided to leave those for now. She was still loyal to the Galactic Alliance after all. As she inspected his work, she thanked him. She also thought about offering him a blow job or something, but she knew he was dating one of the female Galactic Alliance security officers guarding the Temple. She didn't let the fact that he had a girlfriend stop her from flirting with him a little while she was primping and posing though. As she got dressed, she thanked him again, and told him to let her know if he ever needed anything. Not long afterwards, Ta'tan'ia found out that she had a delivery. Since she was helping inventory one of the food storage rooms, she couldn't go get it right away. When she finished, she hurried to the mail room. All packages delivered to the Temple were scanned for explosives, biological, and chemical threats, as well as plain 'ol spy devices. That meant that the padawans on duty knew exactly what Ta'tan'ia had received. Everyone assigned to mail room duty was under strict orders to treat all deliveries as confidential, except for security reasons. Then they only reported the problem to Master Hamner or one of the other Masters. Ta'tan'ia thanked the padawan on duty, and left with a small package. Then Ta'tan'ia hurried to her room to open it. The package was discreetly labeled All Species Pleasure Boutique. Ta'tan'ia opened the package and found a five centimeter long chain with small maglocks on each end, a set of durasteel ankle shackles, and clear plastex heels. Since she didn't have anything in particular to do, Ta'tan'ia stripped back down to her beskar restraints and durasteel bicep cuffs. Then she slid her feet into her new plastex heels, and put on her new ankle shackles. Next she maglocked her wrists behind her back with the five centimeter chain, and started walking around her room a bit, and checking herself out in her mirror. The plastex heels fit perfectly, as did the ankle shackles. The shackles were six centimeters wide, exactly like her chrono, comlink, and tracking collar. They were connected with thirty centimeters of chain, just like her beskar ones. Chief Daala liked to keep her steps very restricted, and Ta'tan'ia liked the feeling as she shuffled around in them. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ That evening, Madhi Vaandt came to visit Ta'tan'ia. She met her at the Main Entrance. Four Galactic Alliance security officers were nearby, but Ta'tan'ia ignored them. While they weren't completely loyal to the Jedi Order, they were far more likely to actually protect the Temple instead of attacking it, even if Daala ordered them to. Ta'tan'ia knew they had been falsifying reports about when Jedi came and went for quite a while now. It certainly helped that at least a third of the officers were dating various Jedi or support staff. The break room with free caf, doughnuts and a one-hundred-and-fifty-centimeter holoscreen the Jedi provided for the officers might have had something to do with the change in loyalty as well. "Hey Madhi," Ta'tan'ia said as she gave her a quick hug. The Devaronian holojournalist was wearing a simple red shirt, and stylish tan pants. Her combination chrono and comlink was still on her left wrist. "Hey Ta'tan'ia," Madhi replied with a soft smile. Then she paused, and glanced warily at the nearest pair of security officers. "Let's go inside, okay," she suggested as she stepped towards the entrance. "Sure," Ta'tan'ia agreed as she led her inside. Once they entered the foyer, a padawan gave Madhi a quick scan for spy devices. Jedi Hellin, another padawan, and an YVH droid were there as well. The YVH droid belonged to the Jedi Order. The Galactic Alliance's YVH's were all undergoing 'maintenance.' Since the Galactic Alliance had tens of thousands of YVH droids, replacements were readily available—if Captain Savar had forwarded the report to the appropriate people. Ta'tan'ia briefly fantasized about Seff pat searching her . . . and maybe Madhi too. She knew he wouldn't do that while he was on duty. Later on though . . . "We've been doing it for everyone," Ta'tan'ia explained to Madhi as the padawan waved the hand held scanner over her. She knew both padawans and Seff were using the Force to detect bugs as well. "They even scanned me every day when I returned from the Executive Building." "No problem," Madhi replied as the padawan stepped away and nodded towards Jedi Hellin. Ta'tan'ia thanked Seff, the padawans, and even the YVH droid, then led Madhi into the Temple. "So, you still wearing your comlink?" Ta'tan'ia asked somewhat rhetorically, brushing her hand against her five centimeter wide comlink. She quickly moved her fingers down, and intertwined them with Madhi's. Ta'tan'ia's comlink made a slight clinking noise as it touched Madhi's. "Yeah," the Devaronian holojournalist replied. "Once I reported on the Mandalorian attack, I wanted it off, just to be on the safe side. Chief Daala demanded I write a story blaming the Jedi for Kani's death." She paused, and sighed. "I refused of course, so now . . ." she gestured with her cuffed hand, moving Ta'tan'ia's as well. Ta'tan'ia felt a pang of regret—and sympathy for her. "I'm soooo sorry," she said as she gave her hand a little squeeze. Madhi smiled back at her. "It could be worse," she said, tapping the waist band of Ta'tan'ia's chastity belt through her uniform. Ta'tan'ia blushed slightly, and flexed her tchin in embarrassment. "Yeah," she agreed as they arrived at one of the meditation gardens that were throughout the Temple. They wandered around a bit, chatting quietly as they looked at the colorful flowers and shrubbery. Eventually they settled down on a comfortable bench. Madhi leaned in closer to her. Ta'tan'ia slid closer as well, and held her hand tight while draping her right lek—her tchin over her shoulder. "I'm so sorry I made you change your stories," Ta'tan'ia told her. "Forget it," she replied with a smile. "It worked out okay in the end. Ta'tan'ia considered that a moment. "It's still wrong," she finally said. "I never should have done it in the first place," she explained as she scooted a little tighter against her. They relaxed on the bench and chatted a while. Ta'tan'ia made her promise to be careful since she wasn't on Chief Daala's good list anymore. Finally Madhi said she had to go. Ta'tan'ia walked her back to the Main Entrance. Now Turi Altamik and two new padawans were on duty in the security foyer. The same YVH droid was still present though. Ta'tan'ia stopped Madhi and gave her a quick goodbye kiss. Ta'tan'ia sensed the surprise from the two padawans, and mild amusement from Turi. "Hey," Madhi said with an embarrassed smile as she nudged her away. Ta'tan'ia gave her a wink in reply. Then she walked out with her, and watched her descend the steps outside. As Madhi climbed into the speeder that was waiting for her, she turned and waved goodbye. Ta'tan'ia waved back from the top of the stairs, then watched the speeder pull away. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The End of Chapter 5 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please leave me feedback, public or via email. -Bethany Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia II Ch. 06 "I'm so sorry I made you change your stories," Ta'tan'ia told her. "Forget it," she replied with a smile. "It worked out okay in the end. Ta'tan'ia considered that a moment. "It's still wrong," she finally said. "I never should have done it in the first place," she explained as she scooted a little tighter against her. They relaxed on the bench and chatted a while. Ta'tan'ia made her promise to be careful since she wasn't on Chief Daala's good list anymore. Finally Madhi said she had to go. Ta'tan'ia walked her back to the Main Entrance. Now Turi Altamik and two new padawans were on duty in the security foyer. The same YVH droid was still present though. Ta'tan'ia stopped Madhi and gave her a quick goodbye kiss. Ta'tan'ia sensed the surprise from the two padawans, and mild amusement from Turi. "Hey," Madhi said with an embarrassed smile as she nudged her away. Ta'tan'ia gave her a wink in reply. Then she walked out with her, and watched her descend the steps outside. As Madhi climbed into the speeder that was waiting for her, she turned and waved goodbye. Ta'tan'ia waved back from the top of the stairs, then watched the speeder pull away. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ CHAPTER 6 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ A couple of days later, Ta'tan'ia tried to talk to Master Durron about her beskar restraints and bicep cuffs again. He was sympathetic, but told her she would have to be patient. He did give her permission to contact Chief Daala about them though. Ta'tan'ia retreated to her room, ran through several Jedi calming exercises, and commed her with her wrist comlink. Even though it was programmed to go straight through to the Chief of State, it was several minutes before she finally answered. "Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala greeted her simply when she finally responded. "Good afternoon, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied nervously over the voice-only link. "How are you doing?" "I'm managing," Chief Daala answered. "When will you be back at your proper place, serving me?" Ta'tan'ia ran through a quick Jedi calming exercise. She had hoped to ask her to unlock her restraints before that came up. "Um, I'm not sure, Your Excellency," she told her. While Ta'tan'ia didn't really think she could work for the woman that had had Kani murdered, she didn't want to say no outright. Always in motion, the future is. "I see," Chief Daala responded. "So why did you call then?" "Well, Your Excellency, I was hoping that you would please unlock my chastity belt, and maybe my head harness," Ta'tan'ia explained. She would worry about her tracking collar later; especially since she was pretty sure she wouldn't unlock it—no matter what. "You look so beautiful in your cute chastity belt and head harness with my Seal on them though," Chief Daala replied. She paused, then asked, "Why do you want me to unlock your chastity belt anyway?" Ta'tan'ia let out a small groan of frustration. "You know why, Your Excellency," she answered. "I'm sorry DJ, I don't" Chief Daala responded innocently. "Tell me." Ta'tan'ia could feel the wetness between her own legs. The fact that her pussy was locked behind an impenetrable barrier of beskar only made her even more aroused. She couldn't believe she was going to make her say it. "Because I'm horny, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia admitted. Ta'tan'ia could practically see the evil grin on Chief Daala's face. She definitely heard her delighted laughter. "Well, when you return to your duties we can discuss what you'll have to do to earn a short release from your chastity belt," Chief Daala answered calmly. Ta'tan'ia remained silent a few moments, to see if she would mention the head harness, or bicep cuffs, or even her tracking collar. "Please, Your Excellency?" she asked again. "You made your choice, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala said. "Live with it." With that the link went dead. Ta'tan'ia shut off her comlink with a sigh of frustration. She couldn't say she was really surprised though. Master Durron had warned her something like this would happen when she agreed to become Chief Daala's Jedi liaison. Ta'tan'ia felt her chastity belt through her uniform. She wondered if she would be wearing it for the rest of her life. The thought did turn her on—a little. Having someone else controlling her so intimately was a huge turn-on, as long as there was the possibility she could earn some relief at some point. It looked like she was going to be a very frustrated submissive before long though—and stay that way for a very long time. The following day, the Senate issued an official censure of Chief Daala's use of Mandalorian mercenaries on Coruscant, and her lack of an effort to prosecute them. The Jedi also got word that a recall vote was in the works. Master Durron admitted to Ta'tan'ia that he had something to do with the measure. Wynn Dorvan, Daala's Chief of Staff, resigned just before the censure vote. Ta'tan'ia also found out that Desha Lor had left with him. Ta'tan'ia hoped everything worked out for both of them, they were really great people. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Nearly a week after Kani's death, the Jedi Order held a public memorial service for her. Master Durron even allowed a few holocameras to broadcast the service over the HoloNet. To the Jedi's annoyance, the Chief of State attended. She even took it upon herself to speak, no doubt relishing some time in front of the holocameras. As she approached the podium, Ta'tan'ia wondered just who's idea the holocameras were. Chief Daala denounced the Mandalorian attack, and expressed her sympathies for the victims. She also announced that she had expelled all Mandalorian mercenaries from Coruscant as soon as she learned of the attack, and that they were gone. She then implied that the Jedi Order was partially to blame for the incident. She even shed a few tears as she spoke about Kani's fierce loyalty and dedication to the Galactic Alliance. In spite of the distance between her and Master Durron, Ta'tan'ia could feel a strange sense of indignation and . . . smugness from him as Chief Daala spoke. She got similar feelings from the other Masters as well. A double handful of Knights also had similar reactions, although all of the Jedi kept somber faces. Ta'tan'ia was definitely curious about what she sensed, but she knew Master Durron would tell her if she needed to know. As the service ended, Ta'tan'ia thought about trying to talk to Chief Daala about her chastity belt again, but quickly discarded the idea. It was too public a setting, and the Chief of State was surrounded by a ring of advisors and security officers. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Mere hours after Chief Daala's speech, the Jedi Order revealed the locations of more than two hundred Mandalorian mercenaries that were still on Coruscant—all within a few dozen kilometers from the Jedi Temple, which was about the same distance from the Chief of State's offices. Master Durron even produced several live holofeeds of the Mandalorians with their assault craft. Most of them were in full armor. Admiral Bwua'tu promptly deployed a brigade of space-marines to surround the Mandalorians. His forces were backed up with full air support. More than a hundred Jedi, led by Master Sebatyne, joined them. A similar number of Noghri commandos were with the Jedi as well. Master Durron kept the rest of the Noghri in hiding, along with the Jedi's YVH droids. Since Ta'tan'ia was still wearing a tracking collar, she wasn't allowed to join the assault team though. In fact, even though her comlink and other restraints had been examined repeatedly for spy devices and programing, Master Durron asked her to stay in her room, and out of all sensitive areas of the Temple. Ta'tan'ia really didn't want to sit the battle out completely, so she asked if she could assist Master Cilghal in the Temple Clinic with casualties. Master Durron agreed, and Ta'tan'ia reported to the medical bay. Once the space-marines and Jedi and Noghri were in position, Admiral Bwua'tu issued an ultimatum to the Mandalorians. Stand down and leave Galactic Alliance space immediately, or face the consequences. The Jedi had discussed pressing for Kani's surviving murderer to be turned over, but decided that if the Mandos left, that would be enough. Less than twenty-four hours after the Jedi revealed that the Mandalorians were still on Coruscant—and that the Chief of State had lied about it—the Senate issued a vote of no-confidence in Chief Daala. Before the vote was even finalized, she disappeared. Soon after the vote was made official, Ta'tan'ia found out her tracking collar was broadcasting in the open. That meant that anyone with a basic comlink could find her. Apparently Chief Daala had left her a little parting gift to make her life a bit more difficult. It would be almost impossible for her to ever go on a mission for the Jedi now. Both Admiral Bwua'tu and the Jedi knew that Belok Rhal was in charge of the Mandalorians. Apparently he had disappeared with the former Chief of State though. The current Mandalorian leader quickly accepted Admiral Bwua'tu's offer, citing the simple fact that with Chief Daala out of power, his forces were no longer being paid. With the Mandalorians and Daala both gone, the Jedi returned triumphantly to the Temple. They celebrated well into the night. While a few had been anticipating the opportunity to make a statement against the Mandalorians, they were all happier that everyone was alive to celebrate their success. As the celebration wound down, Ta'tan'ia told Master Durron that her tracking collar was broadcasting in the open. As she expected, he advised her to stay in the Temple until further notice. He told her that she would have to stay away from all the sensitive areas of the Temple until they could do something about it. Ta'tan'ia assured him that she would. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ The following morning, Ta'tan'ia was eating breakfast in one of the refectories. She had slept much later than she normally did, and even skipped her morning workout. There were several holoscreens mounted on the walls. While the Holonews was usually on a couple of them, today it was playing on all of the screens. Ta'tan'ia was barely paying attention to it though—until this story came on. This is Perre Needmo of the Perre Needmo Newshour. One of our most gifted correspondents, Madhi Vaandt, has been found dead, only a few blocks from this station. The Coruscant Security Force is treating it as a homicide. If you know anything at all about her murder, please contact the Coruscant Security Force, or this network. Ta'tan'ia stared at the holoscreen in shock. Somehow she knew Chief Daala was responsible. Suddenly Ta'tan'ia sensed someone next to her. She glanced over to see Yaqeel Saav'etu sitting down. The Bothan quickly gave her a sympathetic hug. As Ta'tan'ia embraced her, she sensed someone slide onto the bench on her other side. She glanced over to see Seha Dorvald. The human Jedi hugged her as well. In spite of her sadness, Ta'tan'ia was grateful her friends were so concerned for her. The three just sat silently, embracing each other for a few minutes. Both offered to stay with her as long as she need them, to make sure she was okay. Late that afternoon, after some political maneuvering, Senator Haynat Treen of Kuat was named interim Chief of State. Wynn Dorvan became her Chief of Staff. The following day, the lightsabers that Chief Daala had in the display cases were returned to the Jedi. Neither Chief of State Treen nor Wynn Dorvan could help Ta'tan'ia with her tracking collar though. However, some of the Chief of State's security officers did return Ta'tan'ia's beskar ankle shackles and clear plastex heels to her. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Since the new Chief of State and Wynn couldn't help her, Ta'tan'ia decided to contact DP. "Hey DP—oops, sorry, Syal," Ta'tan'ia greeted her as her hologram appeared in front of her. "How are you and the family, and the Horns?" "We're okay," Syal Antilles replied with a smile. "And you? Or do I need to ask now that the Galactic Alliance has a new Chief of State?" Ta'tan'ia grinned back at her. "I'm good," she said. Then she paused a heartbeat. "Hey, do you have any idea where Chief Daala kept the remote for my tracking collar and stuff?" "I'm sorry Ta'tan'ia," Syal replied. "Chief Daala always kept the remote and codes secret even from me. I'm in the same escape pod myself," she explained, gesturing towards the red durasteel collar around her own neck. "Yeah," Ta'tan'ia responded. "At least you can cut durasteel though." Syal grimaced. "If I want to spend a few weeks in a bacta tank afterwards," she said. "Assuming I lived, that is." She paused thoughtfully a moment. "I might have to though. My tracking device is broadcasting in the open—" she raised the red durasteel comlink on her right wrist— "so anyone with a comlink can find me." "She did the same thing to me," Ta'tan'ia answered, running her hand along her beskar tracking collar. "What a schutta." Both women giggled, delighting in talking about their former Mistress and Chief of State. "Dad and Master Horn have decided to stay a bit longer, to see if they can do something about my tracking device," Syal said. Then she paused, and took a noticeable breath. "And Myri and Jysella might be coming back with us." That definitely surprised Ta'tan'ia. She had thought they were very happy with Commandant Drasi at the ProCorps Academy. "Is everything okay?" Ta'tan'ia asked with concern. Syal hesitated a moment. "Yeah, everything's fine. It's just . . . complicated." "Okay, let me know if I can help or anything," Ta'tan'ia replied. "I will, and please let me know if you find the remote or codes for my collar and stuff," Syal said. "I will," Ta'tan'ia assured her. "Although you might have to earn your freedom." Syal's eyes went wide with shock. Then she grinned. "Sounds like fun, Mistress," she replied. "Have fun on Bastion, and tell everyone I said hi," Ta'tan'ia told her. "I will," Syal answered. "And tell everyone we said hello too." ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ When Jaina Solo had come back to the Jedi from the Empire, Ta'tan'ia had been introduced to a world of bondage and submission. Then Jaina gave her the ProCorps training materials to study, and Ta'tan'ia learned how to serve someone professionally, personally, and sexually, in all aspects of her life. Ta'tan'ia had thrown herself into the training with everything she had. When she had the opportunity to serve Master Durron as his personal assistant, she leapt at the chance. Master Durron barely tolerated her sexual submissiveness though. Ta'tan'ia had to practically force him to let her suck him off most days. He didn't like her durasteel collar, wrist chrono and comlink much either—at first. Master Durron hadn't even put Ta'tan'ia in bondage very often, and only rarely lightly punished her. He even disapproved of her habitual subservience to virtually everyone she encountered while she was his personal assistant; from the other Masters to the lowest support staff. It was a lesson she had learned from her Imperial ProCorps training materials. ProCorps troopers served all Imperials, so Ta'tan'ia served all Jedi—only not as intimately as she served Master Durron. While Ta'tan'ia had served Chief Daala as her Jedi liaison—which involved being her submissive sex toy as well—Ta'tan'ia often went days or weeks at a time without being allowed to orgasm. While she was denied, she gave Chief Daala intimate massages, licked her to orgasm, and was punished for any reason Chief Daala chose, or none at all. Ta'tan'ia was almost always kept highly aroused—and frustrated—and she had loved every second of it. After several months of wearing her tracking collar, wrist chrono and comlink, and chastity belt, it was like Ta'tan'ia's restraints were a part of her. She never even noticed her tracking collar, chrono, or comlink anymore. Adjusting one was no different than adjusting her lekku over her shoulders. She only noticed her chastity belt when she wanted to orgasm—which was fairly often. She was even getting used to her durasteel bicep cuffs and head harness. Now though, Ta'tan'ia spent her days being a Jedi again, not serving caf, typing, entertaining the Chief of State's visitors, massaging, licking, or being cropped for over fourteen hours a day. Since she wasn't being kept horny all the time, she sometimes went hours at a time without even thinking about her chastity belt. Every so often, Ta'tan'ia found herself missing serving Chief Daala, in spite of what she had done. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ A few days later Master Durron summoned Ta'tan'ia to a seldom used room of the Temple. At the time she was helping repair one of the Order's airspeeders, so it took her a few minutes to make herself presentable. When she arrived, she found Master Durron, along with a lanky human male in his mid-twenties, and a Verpine. There was a small portable computer terminal with unusual keys on one of the desks near the insectoid. "Talon, this is Jedi Ta'tan'ia," Master Durron said as the Twi'lek entered the room. "And Ta'tan'ia, this is Talon Ghent," he added. "He is one of the best slicers in the galaxy." "Not according to my dad," the lanky human said with a smile. "Who's probably the best," Kyp added with his own smile. "We gave Crypt Chief Ghent and Talon here a few of the tracking collars Daala had locked on Jaina and Turi, and some of the other Jedi before, and they've been working on the programing. Now we're going to see what he can do with your tracking collar and stuff." "Nice to meet you," Ta'tan'ia said as she reached out to shake Talon's hand. Talon was wearing a gray and burnt orange shirt jump suit with scuffed black nerfhide boots. His head was shaved. He looked sort of cute, in a geeky way. He was a slicer after all. "Likewise," Talon replied with a smile as he shook her hand. "And this is Piska," Kyp said, gesturing to the tall insectoid standing off to the side. "He'll be assisting Talon." Ta'tan'ia greeted Piska, and shook his three fingered hand. Master Durron left the room and the two slicers began their work. As Ta'tan'ia had suspected, they used the portable computer terminal with the odd keys. "Jedi Ta'tan'ia, I need to attach one of these to your chastity belt, tracking collar, and anything else you want off," Talon told her, holding up a small sensor thing. It had a thin wire running from it to the computer terminal. "So I need you to strip." "No problem," Ta'tan'ia replied with a smile. Then she realized something. The remote to unlock her nerfhide belt and boots were in her room. "No, wait. Actually there is a little problem. I've got to run to my room real quick," she said, stepping towards the door. Ta'tan'ia dashed to her room and used the remote to weaken the maglocks on her belt, and the hidden shackles in her boots. Then she took off her tunic, put a tiny tank top undershirt on, replaced her tunic and returned to the room. She supposed she shouldn't show Talon and Piska her tits if she didn't have to. Master Durron wouldn't approve after all. "Sorry about that," Ta'tan'ia said as she entered the room, without explaining. Partially to keep him from asking questions, Ta'tan'ia quickly began stripping off her uniform. She definitely noticed Talon's interest when she pulled off her tunic and pants. She smiled at him as she pulled her boots back on. She knew guys loved women in high heeled boots. If Talon could unlock her chastity belt, she would be thrilled to reward him for freeing her. Besides her boots and skimpy under tunic, Ta'tan'ia left her nerfhide waist-cincher on. She was also wearing her durasteel head harness and bicep cuffs, beskar tracking collar, chrono, and comlink. The waist-cincher helped display her dee-cup breasts and ass nicely, making them seem even bigger compared to her constricted waist. Ta'tan'ia arched her back as she smiled at the human slicer. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia II Ch. 06 Talon stared at her breasts for several seconds, let his eyes trail down her legs, then had her sit down next to the portable computer terminal they had brought. Then he attached the sensor thing to the front of Ta'tan'ia's chastity belt. Next he attached sensors to her tracking collar, chrono, comlink, bicep cuffs, and head harness. Once she was hooked up, Talon and Piska began working on the computer. Talon quickly became engrossed in his work, only occasionally glancing up to check her out, and reassure her. It took the two slicers just a couple of hours to unlock Ta'tan'ia's bicep cuffs. Turi brought them all lunch. Besides eating and exchanging a few words with Talon every now and then, Ta'tan'ia mostly just meditated. By the end of the day they had gotten her durasteel head harness off. They had also turned off the transmitter in her tracking collar, although it was still locked on. Talon also told her that the maglocks for her head harness and bicep cuffs had been reprogrammed, and he gave her the remote that controlled them. Ta'tan'ia happily locked the bicep cuffs back around her upper arms. She would have done the same with the durasteel head harness, except that it had the Chief of State's Seal on it. She would have to get one with the Jedi Order's Emblem. After nearly eleven hours of work, Talon left to get some sleep. Piska stayed however. Since Ta'tan'ia basically just had to be still, she laid on the table while he worked. Several hours later, Piska announced that he was done for the evening as well. Her tracking collar, chrono, comlink, and chastity belt were still all firmly in place, along with her bicep cuffs that she had control of now. Ta'tan'ia went to her room, cuffed herself and went to sleep. Early the next morning she went to the gym, took a sanisteam, and had breakfast. She was waiting on Talon and Piska when they arrived. Today she was wearing her black sports bra and hot pants, along with her clear plastex heels. The main maglock on her chastity belt was at the joining of her waist belt and the front crotch strap, so Talon could attach the sensor without her having to pull her hot pants down. He quickly hooked the rest of the sensors back up to her collar, chrono, and comlink beskar restraints. Then she laid down on the table. After a while, she went into a deep Force meditation while they worked. When Ta'tan'ia woke up, Talon and Piska were gone. Master Durron was sitting in a chair next to her though. "Master Durron," Ta'tan'ia said as she sat up on the table. "Ta'tan'ia," he replied calmly. "Enjoy your nap?" "Yes Master," she replied distractedly. She had something more pressing on her mind. "Where's Talon and Piska?" "Gone," Kyp answered. Master Durron was making little effort to hide his feelings, so Ta'tan'ia could sense that he had some bad news. "They couldn't unlock them," Ta'tan'ia stated. "They were able to erase all programing from your collar, chrono, and comlink," Master Durron replied. "So you are free to use them without fear of being spied upon." "But they couldn't unlock them." Ta'tan'ia had to admit the idea of being locked in a beskar collar, wrist chrono and comlink for the rest of her life turned her on. Being locked in her chastity belt for the rest of her life was a bit different though. The idea turned her on, but she really did want to have sex someday. "Talon and his dad have been working on the programing for a few months now," Kyp told her. "Even so, Talon and Piska have very little hope of unlocking your collar, chrono, or comlink." Master Durron went on to explain how he had given Talon and his dad, Crypt Chief Ghent, a few of the tracking collars that Daala had locked on the Jedi several months ago. They had been working on slicing the programing all that time. Kyp also explained how while Daala's Mando friends happily supplied the beskar restraints, their Verpine allies had handled most of the programing for them. "Since the Verpine don't hate us like the Mandos, their programmers were happy to help us out," Kyp explained. "Between Crypt Chief Ghent and the Verpine, I was confident I could free you. Talon tells me the maglocks are permanently fused though." He paused a moment, then added, "I'm sorry, Ta'tan'ia." Ta'tan'ia loved her tracking collar, chrono, comlink, and chastity belt. She felt a thrill of pleasure at the knowledge they were permanent—especially since no one could track her or monitor her comlink. Well, a thrill that all except her chastity belt were permanent. She ran her hand down the front of her hot pants feeling the beskar crotch strap. Then she realized Master Durron had only said her collar, chrono, and comlink couldn't be unlocked. "Hey, what about my chastity belt, Master?" she demanded, looking up at him with a mixture of hope and excitement. Master Durron stared back at her solemnly a few seconds, then gave her a slight smile. "Talon said that since Daala wanted to open your chastity belt every so often, she couldn't fuse it like your other restraints," he said. Ta'tan'ia literally squealed with glee as she leapt from the table into his lap, embracing him in a hug. After barely a second, she stopped, and reached down to try to pull her chastity belt open. "Talon and Piska reprogrammed the maglock like they did for your bicep cuffs and head harness," Kyp explained as she straddled him. "So where the frakk is the remote?" Ta'tan'ia asked, practically demanding. Kyp smiled back at her. "Someplace safe, Jedi Ta'tan'ia." Ta'tan'ia's jaw dropped in shock—and she felt a jolt of arousal. This was just the sort of dominating she needed. "Please, Master?" she asked, leaning forward in his lap. "I'll do anything for you to unlock it. All I need is like five minutes, I promise, Master," she assured him, smiling seductively. Kyp smiled back at her a few seconds. "Actually I think I sold it to Arik the Hutt," he said. "Master Durron!" Ta'tan'ia said, swatting his chest in mock exasperation. "Hey, he gave me fifty credits," Kyp added with a shrug. Now Ta'tan'ia let out an insulted huff, and hit him again, harder. "It had better have been at least fifty thousand," she informed him. Master Durron snorted derisively. "Actually I offered to deliver you to him in shackles for just a thousand credits, but he said he didn't think you were worth it." "Master Durron!" Ta'tan'ia said, hitting him again. This time he caught her wrist, and twisted her arm behind her back. At the same time he grabbed her other arm, and pulled it behind her back as well. Ta'tan'ia didn't resist as he held them together with one hand. In fact, her mind was on something else. "So Master, if Crypt Chief Ghent and Talon had already been working on the collars, and you knew the Verpine would help, why didn't you get them here when I first left Chief Daala?" she asked, slightly annoyed. Kyp smiled as he carefully released her hands. "Because one thing I've learned over the years is, never use plan B until you have too. If Daala would have released you when you asked, then I could save my slicers for another time," he explained with a shrug. Ta'tan'ia couldn't help but agree with his logic. He still could have told her earlier though. "So you just let me think I would be stuck in my chastity belt and tracking collar for the rest of my life?" she asked as she put both hands flat on his chest. "I did have some rather important things to take care of," he replied dryly. "Besides, I'm not the one that let Daala lock a chastity belt and tracking collar on me." "I bet Daala would be happy to put one on you, Master," Ta'tan'ia told him with a smile. "Maybe we can use you as bait to lure her back so we can arrest her." Master Durron let out a harrumph as he put his hands on her inner thighs. "Why don't you go find something constructive to do," he said, pushing her off his lap. Ta'tan'ia landed on her fifteen centimeter stiletto heels with ease. Master Durron promptly stood up as well. "And put some clothes on, Jedi Ta'tan'ia," he said as he headed towards the door. "This isn't a Hutt's harem." "Yes Master," Ta'tan'ia replied obediently as he reached the doorway. Then she remembered something. "Hey Master, where is the remote to my chastity belt?" she asked, hurrying after him down the corridor. "You do have it, don't you?" "Ask me in a couple of days, Ta'tan'ia," Kyp said as he continued walking away. Ta'tan'ia groaned in frustration. She couldn't wait a couple of kriffin days. "Please, Master?" she called, her stiletto heels tapping on the floor as she followed him. "I really need it; just for like twenty minutes," she called out, practically jogging to catch up with him. Master Durron ignored her as he disappeared around a corner. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Ta'tan'ia was lying on her back, on her bed, naked except for her beskar collar, chrono, comlink, and chastity belt, and her durasteel bicep cuffs and head harness. The head harness was new, with the Jedi Order Emblem on the front instead of the Chief of State's Seal. She had also had the Chief of State's Seal on the front of her chastity belt covered with the Emblem. It looked like she would be wearing her collar, chrono and comlink for the rest of her life. At least Chief Daala had been nice enough to get her restraints suitable for long term wear. Master Durron had finally given her the remote to unlock her chastity belt the day before. Ta'tan'ia had practically dragged Seff Hellin to her room, and kept him there the next four hours. When he finally left, Ta'tan'ia masturbated to a couple more orgasms. Ta'tan'ia's clear plastex shoes with fifteen centimeter heels were on her feet. Her knees were spread wide, with her feet near her ass. She was currently looking up at the ceiling, while idly tracing her finger along her chastity belt. Suddenly Ta'tan'ia sat up, then stood and strutted to her dresser. She was going to see what was going on in the hanger; maybe pull maintenance on one of the StealthX's or something. Ta'tan'ia had enjoyed being Chief Daala's Jedi liaison, but she was happy to be back with her fellow Jedi again, especially now that her tracking collar was deactivated. First Ta'tan'ia put on her twenty-centimeter-wide nerfhide waist-cincher, and pulled it tight. It went under her breasts, pushing them up. Then she put on her ProCorps-style uniform; which consisted of a pair of light-brown form-fitting pants, and an off-white top. The sleeves ended half-way between her elbows and wrists, leaving her chrono and comlink visible while covering her bicep cuffs. It was also vee-necked, leaving her tracking collar easily visible. Next Ta'tan'ia pulled on her brown knee-boots with fifteen centimeter wedge heels. They also had hidden shackles at her ankles and at the top of the boots, but she could open them. Then she pulled her ten-centimeter-wide nerfhide belt tight around her midsection. The Jedi Order Emblem was displayed on the durasteel belt buckle. Her durasteel head harness was still locked around her head and lekku. When Ta'tan'ia arrived at the hanger, she found Sanola Ti and Tyria Sarkin Tainer heading for the simulators. She joined them, along with Turi Altamik. All three human women were wearing durasteel chronos and comlinks on their wrists, although only Sanola and Turi were wearing collars. Once the four women were in their simulators, Ta'tan'ia paired up with Tyria against Turi and Sanola. Ta'tan'ia had never stood out as an X-wing pilot—for a Jedi. Tyria logged more simulator time than probably any Jedi though. Sanola and Turi where both good pilots for Jedi—which made them frakkin' awesome for X-wing pilots. Jedi had to use the Force to communicate with each other in StealthX's. Since each pair of Jedi were also flying against Jedi, their simulated enemies could sense what they were doing just as easily as their wingmates. Still, the foursome launched into combat. Ta'tan'ia did her best just to stay with Tyria and protect her. After less than five minutes of dog fighting though, Ta'tan'ia's X-wing exploded from the combined simulated onslaught of Sanola and Turi's lasers. Her controls deactivated, while her screen stayed on, allowing her to view the rest of the battle. Once Ta'tan'ia was out of the way, Sanola promptly backed off, allowing her wingmate to engage Tyria. With the Force as her ally, Turi managed to last nearly eight minutes before she was destroyed as well. That left Sanola and Tyria. Both were extremely gifted pilots, and strong in the Force. Sanola had been recharging her shields and lasers though—and resting—while Tyria had been dispatching Turi. It was as hard-fought battle, but in the end, Sanola was victorious against the older Jedi. Afterwards, the four women quickly reset their simulators, and went again. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ THE END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember please leave me feedback, public or via email. - Bethany I say this is the end, but I have more planned. Some with Tenel Ka, Ta'tan'ia going to the ProCorps Academy to make sure they aren't brainwashing people. But for now, the end. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia II XBonus Authoress's notes: In the first Jedi Submissive story Daala became Regent of the Hapes Consortium, and put tracking collars and chastity belts on the Queen and her sexy twin cousins. She also left Mirta Gev, the granddaughter of Boba Fett as the Queen's bodyguard, and to keep an eye on the Queen. Well, here is a short story showing how all that turned out Jedi Submissive II: Bonus Soon after Chief Daala is removed from power in the Galactic Alliance . . . Tenel Ka, the Queen Mother of the Hapes Consortium, sighed contently as she relaxed on the deck of her Royal Yacht. She was wearing a tiny black bikini, with large black sunglasses and a pair of three centimeter wide clear plastex bangle bracelets on her wrist. Since she was lying in a form-lounger, she was barefoot, but she had a pair of clear plastex slides with fifteen centimeter heels on the deck next to her. The Queen was accompanied by fourteen of her most trusted Noblewomen and advisors, and nearly as many of her not-so-trusted Noblewomen. All were enjoying a day in the tropical sun of Hapes with their Queen. Jaina Solo was on the form-lounger to Tenel Ka's right. She was wearing a purple one-piece bikini that Tenel Ka had loaned her. The matching sunglasses were part of the outfit as well. Jaina's durasteel chrono was on her left wrist, and her matching comlink on her right. Her clear plastex heels were on the deck next to her form-lounger, just like Tenel Ka's. Since both women's Achilles tendons had been shortened, they couldn't even stand in less than fifteen centimeter heels. The rest of the Hapan Noblewomen were all wearing similar lounging-in-the-warm-tropical-sun outfits. Many were also wearing durasteel chronos and comlinks—often jeweled—and most of them were wearing the tracking collars that Regent Daala had locked on them. Only Tenel Ka's cousins had been removed. Both of them were wearing durasteel chronos and comlinks though. Taryn's were yellow, while Trista's were red. Tenel Ka had even gotten Mirta Gev to take off her armor and relax a while. The Mandalorian was sitting a couple of meters behind her, keeping an eye on things. She was wearing a yellow bandeau-style top, with matching hot pants. Her eyes were hidden behind dark wrap-around sunglasses. She also had a black nerfhide gun belt around her waist, with a pair of blasters in the holsters. Standing behind the lounging Noblewomen were twenty or so toned, strapping Hapan men. All were wearing tight black short-shorts, and nothing else. When Mirta had positioned herself behind Tenel Ka, she had made the two nearest servants move a couple of steps away. Tenel Ka reached out to the small table next to her form-lounger and took a sip of her ice-cold flavored water. As soon as she sat the glass down, one of the hunky servants stepped forward to refill it. As he bent over next to her, Tenel Ka casually stroked his muscular backside, drying her fingertips on his tight shorts. When he stepped back, she saw Jaina grinning at her. Tenel Ka just smiled back at her. The only man that was relaxing with the Hapans was Talon Ghent. He and his wife Karhii were in a double lounger on the other side of Jaina. Master Durron had sent him to free the Hapans from Daala's tracking collars. Jaina had escorted him, and his wife had accompanied him as well. Mirta Gev had already gotten the codes to unlock Tenel Ka, and her cousins Trista and Taryn from their tracking collars, chronos, cominks, and chastity belts. Talon had reprogramed Tenel Ka's beskar collar, comlink, and chastity belt, so she could use them if she wanted to. Later that day . . . Tenel Ka stood at the bow of the yacht, looking out over the gentle waves. She had gathered everyone here for an important announcement. They were all behind her. Most were waiting patiently, some impatiently. Tenel Ka glanced down at the remote in her hand. Talon had also reprogrammed all the Nobles tracking collars. She had thought he was just going to unlock them, but instead he had surprised her by giving her the remote that could release them. Currently all of the tracking collars were still maglocked around their necks. Tenel Ka could track a lot of the Hapan Nobles—including some of her most prominent critics—to the decimeter. She could, but she knew she couldn't. If she did, she wouldn't be any better than Jag Fel, or Daala . . . or Cadeus. That last realization obliterated any lingering doubt in her mind. There was no way she would ever turn to the dark side. Tenel Ka quickly keyed in the short sequence that unlocked all of the Hapans' tracking collars. Then she cocked her arm back, and threw the remote as far as she could. As soon as it left her hand she picked up the blaster pistol off the ledge, aimed, and shot the remote out of the sky all in one motion. Next she calmly set the blaster down, and took a sip of her flavored water. She could sense everyone's curiosity. After a couple of moments, she turned, and announced to the waiting Nobles that they could now remove their tracking collars. There was much excitement—and relief. They quickly began pulling the circles of durasteel off. A few moments later, the collars began joining the remote into the sea. Tenel Ka made sure all the Noblewomen thanked Talon for his efforts on their behalf. She had already set up an account for him, and deposited a quarter of a million credits in it. She felt confident most of the Noblewomen would be generous as well. "So, Your Majesty," Jaina began as she strutted up to her a few minutes later. "Now that you're ruling again, what are you going to do about Ambassador Wynssa Fel?" Ambassador Fel was the sister of High Moff Jag Fel, ruler of the Empire. She was also formerly Moff Wynssa Fel of the Hapes Sector when the Empire had ruled the Consortium. When Tenel Ka had asked Daala to become Regent, Daala had asked Fel to remain as Ambassador. Now Tenel Ka had to decide if someone who had dommed her and ruled the Hapes Consortium would remain here as an Ambassador. "Oh, she's staying," Tenel Ka replied. Then she smiled evilly. "I like having Moff Fel's sister right here on Hapes, where I can get to her." Jaina chuckled, then took a swallow of her own fruity water. "Well, remember, she does have diplomatic immunity," she reminded her. Now Tenel Ka laughed. "Trust me, I do. If I hadn't reminded Mirta of that—and expressed my particular wishes that she didn't—she would have already killed her in retaliation for the bioweapon the Empire released into Mandalore's atmosphere. Jaina glanced at the Mandalorian sitting a few meters away, watching the crowd. She was close enough to hear them, but she didn't seem to be listening. "By the way Your Majesty," how did you get Mirta on your side?" Jaina asked her. Tenel Ka glanced over to Mirta, and shrugged her shoulders. "Well first we realized we had something in common. The Empire created a nanovirus specifically to kill each of us. Then I figured out that she wasn't nearly as friendly with Daala as her grandfather is. Finally I gave her a big pay raise over what Daala was paying her, and now she's a proper bodyguard," she explained. Then Tenel Ka paused a heartbeat, and added, "All bodyguards watch their clients take sanisteams, right?" Jaina stared at her a moment, not quite sure if she was serious about that last part. "If the client was as sexy as you, then I certainly would," she answered. Tenel Ka grinned back at her. "Maybe we can take one together then." "Sounds like fun, Your Majesty," Jaina replied. Then she glanced back at the toned Mandalorian, still sitting silently. "Maybe we can get her to join us instead of just watching?" "Sounds like a plan," Tenel Ka replied as they both eyed the sexy young woman. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ That evening . . . "So, Your Majesty, is this how usually spend your days ruling the Hapes Consortium?" Jaina Solo asked her. "I wish," Tenel Ka replied with a lazy smile. She paused and took a sip of her wine. They were relaxing in the Queen's ten woman hot tub. The Royal yacht was supposed to be back in port by night fall, but Tenel Ka had decided to extend the cruise a bit. Some of her Noblewomen complained, but she didn't care. She was the Queen Mother, and if she wanted to spend the night at sea, then they would spend the night at sea. Currently most of the passengers and crew were below decks, in their cabins. The yacht's second officer was at the helm, along with a pair of male crewmembers. It wouldn't be proper for a male to be in control of the Royal yacht, even in the middle of the night, when the yacht was barely moving. Tenel Ka's cousins Trista and Taryn Zel, and Mirta Gev were in the hot tub with her and Jaina. All five women were naked. Well, mostly naked. Tenel Ka was wearing her beskar collar and clear plastex bracelets. Jaina, Taryn, and Trista were wearing their durasteel collars, chronos, and comlinks. Trista's were red durasteel, while Taryn's were yellow. Mirta Gev was completely naked. She had a blaster in the console next to her shoulder. Her gun belt was on the deck just behind her with another one in the holster. Tenel Ka and Jaina both had their fifteen centimeter high plastex heels on the deck behind them. "This is the first time I've been out here in nearly a year," Tenel Ka explained. "And then I was serving Moff Wynssa Fel, not relaxing." "Not that Her Majesty still didn't enjoy herself," Trista said as she picked up her own wine glass and took a sip. Tenel Ka glanced at her with a raised eyebrow. "Speaking of Hapan Noblewomen being servants, I need a refill," she said, lifting her glass a few centimeters. The glass was more than half full, and Tenel Ka had barely been drinking it anyway. Still, she was the Queen, and if she said she needed a refill, then she was going to get a refill. "Of course, Your Majesty," Trista replied sweetly as she picked up the bottle of wine off the deck behind her. "Your humble servant lives to obey her Queen." Trista half-crawled half-swam over to her, and filled Tenel Ka's glass. When she finished, she turned to go back to her seat. "Thanks, Zero-Three," Tenel Ka said as she nudged her in her butt with her foot. HC-00003, or Zero-Three, had been Trista's ProCorps designation. Tenel Ka's had been Zero-One, and Taryn's had been Zero-Two. Trista barely stopped herself from falling under the water. She kept the bottle of wine out of the water as well. "Well Your Majesty, you should do this more often," Jaina told her. "You deserve it." Tenel Ka let out an annoyed breath. "It's insanely expensive," she replied. "Beside the Royal Yacht, I've got four escort ships, air—" She was cut off by Taryn deliberately—and loudly—clearing her throat. Tenel Ka glanced at her, then rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Well, let's just say it's just not the Royal Yacht out here," Tenel Ka said, looking back at Jaina. "The Queen Mother requires a lot of security to go on a cruise for a day." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please vote me a five, and leave me feedback, public or via email. Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia Ta'tan'ia also knew that even now Chief Daala didn't really care very much about the Hapes Consortium. She had only agreed to come oversee the Empire's withdrawal to keep the Jedi Order from trying to assist. Master Durron had tried to come along, or send another Master, but Chief Daala refused, saying that that's what Ta'tan'ia was for. "Just please make sure they leave without causing anymore trouble, Your Excellency," Tenel Ka finally said. "That's what I'm here for, Your Majesty," Chief Daala assured her with a smile. "And I must say Your Majesty, your outfit looks beautiful." Then she leaned closer to her. "And if you want to wear a collar, please don't let me stop you. Ta'tan'ia and Syal both do, and I really think one would look good on you." Tenel Ka hesitated a moment before replying. "Thank you, Your Excellency," she finally answered. "I'll think about it. But for now, allow me to introduce you to my advisors." Ta'tan'ia had already recognized Taryn and Trista, Tenel Ka's twin cousins. If she didn't already know otherwise, she might mistake Tenel Ka, Taryn, and Trista for identical triplets. She also recognized the names of a couple of others in the Hapan party as Tenel Ka introduced them. Next Chief Daala introduced the Galactic Alliance delegation. Ta'tan'ia reached out with the Force to greet Tenel Ka as she bowed respectfully to her. Once the introductions where complete, Tenel Ka asked if they were ready to get settled into their rooms. "Of course, Your Majesty," Chief Daala answered with a smile. "I've been looking forward to experiencing the accommodations on Hapes since my last visit." Tenel Ka blushed slightly. "Thank you, Your Excellency," she replied with a brief smile. The Galactic Alliance delegation was given an entire wing of the Fountain Palace. Chief Daala got her own luxurious suite. Even though there were plenty of rooms available, Chief Daala had DP and Ta'tan'ia share the second bedroom in her suite. Ta'tan'ia knew that Chief Daala wanted her and DP close by in case she needed them, and she liked having her two chastity belted assistants showering and sleeping together as much as possible. Ta'tan'ia enjoyed spending time with DP too. She had barely known her a few months ago, but now they spent most of every day together serving Chief Daala, and had grown very close. The knowledge that they couldn't sexually satisfy each other only turned them on more. Sometimes Chief Daala had them shower together after their morning workouts—on the flimsi-thin idea that it would save water. Of course most of the time they both showered with Chief Daala, and bathed her before cleaning themselves. Ta'tan'ia and DP began unpacking Chief Daala's things while she relaxed in one of the luxurious reclining pouf chairs, and checked up on things on Coruscant via comlink. While Ta'tan'ia finished up, Syal prepared Chief Daala's bath. Then Chief Daala had Ta'tan'ia strip down to her collar, chrono, comlink, corset and chastity belt, and bathe her while DP did some secretarial work at one of the portable computer terminals they had brought. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ As soon as she could, Tenel Ka retreated into her suite of rooms to be alone. She took off her crown, and tossed it onto her bed. There was a large depression on the wall over the head of the bed where the Imperial Emblem had been. Moff Wynessa Fel had taken over the Royal Suite while she was Imperial Moff of the Hapes Sect—Consortium, Tenel Ka mentally corrected herself. Nearly a month after Tenel Ka had been cured of the Empire's influence, she was still having problems adjusting to being Queen again. She still habitually kept her rooms clean herself, just as she had when Moff Fel had slept here. The Palace staff had already had to politely remind her several times that it was there job to clean up after her. At the spaceport Tenel Ka had had to stop herself from standing at parade rest while talking to Chief Daala. She had also had to fight the urge to automatically agree with her, and basically act like a ProCorps trooper. If Chief Daala had given her an order, Tenel Ka was more than a little afraid that she would have obeyed without thinking. The main problem was, Tenel Ka got wet at the very thought of obeying. She had asked Chief Daala to come oversee the final negotiations because she couldn't trust herself stand up to Moff Wynessa Fel. One of the reasons Tenel Ka had come to her room was to change her panties because they were so wet. Tenel Ka opened her durasteel belt with the Force and tossed it on the bed next to her crown. Her durasteel armbands quickly landed on her bed as well. Luckily she was proving very able at relearning how to undress with only one hand. She quickly stripped her Dathomiri lizard-hide body suit down to her knees. Then she sat down on her dressing couch and pulled off her fifteen-centimeter heeled boots. The Empire had shortened her Achilles tendons so she had to have at least thirteen centimeter heels just to stand up. She planned on having them repaired, but hadn't gotten around to it. Getting the horrible tattoos removed from her butt and crotch had taken priority. Tenel Ka finished pulling off her bodysuit, then her panties. Then she slid her feet into a pair of black slip-ons with chunky heels fifteen-centimeters high that she had left next to her dressing couch. Tenel Ka stood up, naked except for the heels and silver bracelets on her right wrist. She unconsciously glanced down towards her missing left wrist—and the chrono that had been there—for the time. Then she caught herself, sighed with annoyance, and glanced at the time displayed on her computer screen. The Hapan Queen walked into her closet, opened a drawer and pulled out a fresh pair of panties. As she slid them up her legs, she glanced at the spot just above her pussy. It was paler than the surrounding skin, and the same color as the top half of her butt. The word Imperial Property had been tattooed across her butt. The Imperial Emblem had been tattooed on her crotch, with her Imperial ProCorps title and serial number, Imperial Prostitute HC-00001, curved below it. Tenel Ka stepped in front of her floor-length closet mirror, and gazed at her reflection. Staring back at her was a gorgeous woman that looked twenty-two years old. The Empire had given her some very expensive age regression therapy while she had served them. Not only did she look twenty-two, for all intents she was twenty-two again. The Empire had also enlarged her breast with cloned-tissue, which was also very expensive. Tenel Ka had been in great shape before she had became a ProCorps trooper. Now she was in phenomenal shape. The Empire had built her body for sex, and trained her for the same thing. She ran her hand across her toned tummy, and imagined her durasteel ProCorps corset. Since she had been freed from the Empire, she had gotten several others, but her lizard-hide bodysuits were usually tight enough without them. As she stood there, imagining her durasteel chastity belt, she felt herself getting wet again. She glanced at the drawer where she kept most of her vibrators, but quickly shook her head. She had to much to do to masturbate right now. Tenel Ka ran through a Jedi calming exercise, then went to get dressed again. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 1 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please vote me a five, and leave me feedback, public or via email.