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Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 2 Ch. 00

By: HandcuffGirl



Authoress's notes: This is an update on the status of some of the characters from Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, and a few more people you might have wondered about. A couple have short stories, and the rest are just summaries of what has happened to them so far. I'd also like to point out a few things that I haven't discussed. 

First, the ProCorps training will only work on humans. There are also quite a few male ProCorps troopers, the MX series. Last, only a very few ProCorps troopers are from the Galactic Alliance. Most are recruited from the Empire. My editor says I should have more male ProCorps troopers in the story for balance, but my own fantasies are about being a female one. . . ;)

In case you haven't read Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, I'll summarize it for you first:

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472

Jaina Solo, mentally and physically exhausted from killing her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, accepts Jagged Fel's invitation join him in the Empire. Once she arrives, she agrees to attend Imperial basic training, hoping the intense and disciplined regimen will take her mind off her problems.

Mid-way through training, she puts in for a transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corps. There she is given her new serial number and identity, and is trained to sexually pleasure all Imperial personal, both male and female. Imperial ProCorps trooper SX-51472, or Seventy-Two for short, is born.

After various assignments, Seventy-Two finds herself assigned to a remote station under the command of Captain Garowyn, who as it turns out, didn't die on Kashyyk like everyone had thought. During her time there, Seventy-Two learns that Jysellsa Horn is planning on attending the ProCorps Academy, and that Tenel Ka, Queen Mother of the Hapes Consortium, already has. 

Next, Seventy-Two is assigned to the newly-promoted Admiral Garowyn's Star Destroyer, Admiral Daala. Soon Natisi Daala, now the Galactic Alliance's Chief of State, visits her namesake ship and brings along Seventy-Two's former friend, Syal Antilles.

During the visit, Admiral Garowyn displays Seventy-Two's obedience by having her masturbate for Chief Daala. As a result, Chief Daala and Admiral Garowyn decide that Syal will stay on board the ship, with the private hope that she will join the ProCorps as well.

Their plan is a rousing success. With Seventy-Two happily guiding her, Syal Antilles learns to service the Daala's Officers, including Admiral Garowyn. Then she resigns from the Galactic Alliance Starfigher Command and leaves to become an Imperial Prostitute.

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 Episode II: The Hapan Harem

Chapter Zero

Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 (Seventy-Two for short), formerly known as Jedi Knight Jaina Solo:

Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 looked at herself in the mirror. She was amazed, and incredibly grateful for what the Empire had done for her. After all the credits they had spent on her initial training, she had repaid them in record time, a fact that she was very proud of. Once her credit-balance was positive, she was available to be assigned to a particular Imperial Officer. Admiral Garowyn, her long-time commanding officer, was also in line for her own ProCorps trooper, and requested Seventy-Two.

Before she was assigned to Admiral Garowyn personally, though, High Moff Fel informed her that since she was such an exceptional ProCorps trooper, she had been selected for some enhancements. Seventy-Two was sent to the Imperial Capital of Bastion, where the Empire's best surgeons began their work.

First they performed an extremely expensive and state-of-the-art age regression procedure on her. Now, not only did Seventy-Two look like a natural twenty-two year old instead of an athletic thirty-four; for all intents and purposes, she was twenty-two years old again. Not even the most intensive medical scan would be able to tell otherwise.

Next, her C-cup breasts were enlarged with cloned tissue, also very expensive. Her new double-dees looked fantastic on her slight frame, and were completely natural, unless someone scanned them specifically for cloned tissue.

Seventy-Two's old corset had been getting a little loose anyway, thanks to her intensive workouts and strict ProCorps diet. Now, she had to be issued a new one anyway, to accommodate her new tits.

There were two differences between her old corset and her new one. The new one was a little smaller around the waist, and had larger half-cups for her new breasts. It was made out of gleaming durasteel plates, and closed in the back. It left her nipples exposed over the top of the durasteel cups.

ProCorps corsets were custom-made, and custom-sized to the ProCorps trooper they were assigned to. Unlike regular corsets, a trooper wouldn't get a smaller and smaller waist from wearing one for years on end. Even after nearly two years of wearing hers, Seventy-Two's waist was a healthy fifty-four centimeters around. 

ProCorps troopers were expected to maintain their assigned weight and measurements. They needed to be strong and fit to perform hours of intensive sex at a time. Most Imperial Officers didn't want to fuck a skeleton anyway. 

Every ProCorps trooper's weight included their collar, corset, chastity belt, chrono, and comlink. Seventy-Two had no idea what she would weigh without them. For enhanced ProCorps troopers, their weight also included their boots. 

The next enhancement they had made on her was to surgically shorten her calf muscles and tendons. The result was that she could no longer stand or walk flat-footed. In fact, anything less than a thirteen-centimeter heel was painful, and she wasn't comfortable until they were fifteen centimeters high. Seventy-Two had to keep a pair of high-heeled slides by her bedside, just in case of a night-time trip to the 'fresher.

Imperial Property had been tattooed across Seventy-Two's ass at the ProCorps Academy. A tattoo of the Imperial Emblem was also tattooed just above her cunt, and her official title and serial number, Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, had been tattooed in a curve underneath the Emblem at the ProCorps Academy as well. The tattoos were standard for all ProCorps troopers. 

Following her tattoos to the micrometer, the Imperial surgeons went in and irreversibly altered the melanin in her tattooed skin. The result was that instead of tattoos, her designation and the Imperial Emblem were actually a part of her skin. Seventy-Two cried with gratitude when the doctor explained it to her.

The last thing that the Empire enhanced was her hair. Once again the doctors went in, and genetically altered her hair color from dark brown to platinum blonde. 

As a ProCorps trooper, Seventy-Two was nearly always at least a little aroused. When she wasn't, all she had to do was think about serving the Empire, and her pussy would start getting moist. As she gazed at her new self in the mirror, she traced a finger over her chastity belt, and the Empire's pussy it kept safe. Now she could serve the Empire even better.

Imperial Prostitute SX-61007, formerly known as Syal Antilles:

SX-61007 joined the ProCorps after visiting with Seventy-Two on board the Imperial Star Destroyer Admiral Daala. Since she was the Galactic Alliance Chief of State's personal shuttle pilot, High Moff Fel decided to do something special with her. Here is that story. . . 

"Chief Daala, I have someone I'd like you to meet," Moff Fel said after they exchanged greetings. "You remember Captain Syal Antilles, your pilot who left the Galactic Alliance to join the ProCorps?"

"Of course," Chief Daala answered with a smile.

Moff Fel nodded. "Lysa, you can come in now," he said towards the open doorway.

From outside, a young woman who definitely wasn't Syal Antilles walked in. She looked about twenty years old, and assumed parade rest about half-way between them. Chief Daala recognized what she was wearing as a smartly tailored Galactic Alliance dress uniform, with no rank or other insignia, except for the Galactic Alliance emblem on her belt buckle. She also noticed the edge of a red durasteel collar around her neck, and red durasteel around her wrists, as well as the extremely high-heeled boots she was wearing.

Daala checked her out again. No, this definitely wasn't Syal Antillies. Moff Fel must be giving her a replacement.

The girl in front of her had noticeably larger breasts and a smaller waist than Syal had. She had black hair instead of dark blonde. Her facial features were also a little different, although if she looked closely, there was a vague resemblance. However, there was still the fact that Syal was definitely a few years older than this girl.

"Hello," Chief Daala said, wondering if the girl would strip and masturbate for her like Jaina Solo had done when she visited the Admiral Daala, where Jaina had been kept as a sex slave.

"Good morning, Your Excellency," Lysa said cheerfully. She stayed firmly at parade rest, and didn't attempt to shake hands.

Her voice didn't sound much like Syal's either. It was higher pitched.

Moff Fel introduced them. "Lysa Truden, as you know, this is the Chief of State Daala of the Galactic Alliance. Chief Daala, this is Lysa Truden, formerly known as Lysa Dunter. . . and formerly known as Syal Antilles."

"What?" Chief Daala asked incredulously upon hearing that the girl in front of her was Syal Antilles.

Then Chief Daala looked into the girl's eyes, and recognized her. That was about all she could recognize about her former shuttle pilot though. Chief Daala raised her eyebrow expectantly at Moff Fel.

"Age regression therapy," he answered. "We usually don't perform it on ProCorps troopers so young, but we wanted to disguise her appearance as much as possible. She also received minor reconstructive surgery, to defeat face scanners. Oh, and we altered her retinas, and gave her a pair of double dee cups."

He shook his head ruefully. "Normally we would have gone with larger breasts on a trooper with her frame, but we didn't want her to look too out of place."

"Out of place where?" Chief Daala sked as she gazed at what had become of Syal.

"As your personal assistant, of course," Moff Fel replied.

Now Chief Daala looked questioningly at him. "My personal assistant?"

Moff Fel frowned slightly. "Well, yes, that is what we prepared her for."

Chief Daala looked back at young Syal. "Is she some sort of spy?" she asked, half-seriously.

Moff Fel smiled back at her. "I give you my word of honor that she isn't. However, if you feel you must decline, I have quite a few Moffs, Admirals, and Generals that would happily accept her."

Chief Daala seemed to ponder that a moment. "Alright then, I graciously accept the Empire's generous gift."

"Excellent!" Moff Fel replied enthusiastically. "She'll need quarters near yours, or your office. And she has some equipment that she needs to set up," he informed her. "And if you have the slightest problem, with her or her equipment, comm the Imperial Embassy, and we'll take care of it."

Even though Chief Daala considers herself straight, she generously allows her ProCorps trooper to lick her pussy every day at work. If she is really good, Chief Daala allows her to masturbate. Poor Lysa doesn't get to cum very often though. . .

Imperial Prostitute SX-51473 (Seventy-Three for short), formerly known as Jedi Knight Tahiri Veila:

I haven't really discussed her very much, other than a brief appearance in chapter one. Well, after turning to the dark side and killing Grand Admiral Pellaeon, who was very popular in the Empire, Tahiri decided to make amends by joining Jaina, and serving the Empire. As you already know, she also quickly joined her in ProCorps training, and earned her serial number right after Jaina did. The Empire has taught her to accept the love of pain that she developed while imprisoned by the Yuuzhan Vong all those years ago. 

Now Imperial Prostitute SX-51473 has also joined the ranks of the enhanced ProCorps troopers, and High Moff Jagged Fel has chosen her as his personal ProCorps trooper. The Moff council is very happy to see Admiral Pellaeon's killer serving his successor so faithfully and submissively. Seventy-Three knows that she has a long way to go to repay the Empire, both for her past deeds, and her enhancements, but she is doing her best, everyday.

Imperial Prostitute HC-00001, formerly (and still pretending to be) Queen Tenel Ka Djo of the Hapes Consortium:

Jaina and Tahiri, along with High Moff Fel, talked Tenel Ka into attending a short training program in the Empire. The Hapan Queen agreed, and became the first in the Hapes Consortium line of ProCorps troopers. Many, many of her female advisers and Naval Officers have since attended ProCorps training as well. 

Tenel Ka is still Queen of the Hapes Consortium, at least in public. In actuality, she obeys the Empire. Since the majority of Hapans don't, she works with the Empire to keep their control a secret.

Imperial Prostitute SX-60309 formerly known as Jedi Knight Jysella Horn:

SX-60309 followed Jaina and Tahiri to the ProCorps Academy a few months later. Upon her graduation, she received breast enlargements. Since then, she has also been enhanced. She is still assigned to the Commandant of the ProCorps Academy, Colonel Drasi, who is actually the son of Ysanne Isard, who was an enemy of Jysella Horn's parents years ago. That rivalry played a major role in him selecting her as his personal ProCorps trooper.

Imperial Prostitute SX-60860 formerly known as Myri Antilles:

After Syal Antilles went to the ProCorps Academy, her younger sister Myri, went to spy on the Academy, under the guise visiting her big sis. Well, big sis thought she'd be much happier as a ProCorps trooper as well, and helped her "fill out the application."

Thanks to his hard work for the Empire, Commandant Drasi is granted a second personal ProCorps trooper. He quickly selects Myri, and calls her Sixty. Sixty happily joins Nine in serving the Empire, and Commandant Drasi, in whatever way he desires.

Iella Wessiri Antilles & Mirax Terrik Horn:

Well, Jysella, Syal, and Myri have all decided to serve the Empire. (And are doing a great job of it!) For some reason, their moms think that this is a bad idea, and hatch a plot to rescue their little girls, and find out just what that evil Empire is up to.

Iella and Mirax find the secret location of the ProCorps Academy, just after Myri becomes Commandant Drasi's second ProCorps trooper. After a long day of happily filing ProCorps Academy records and taking dictation from Commandant Drasi, Sixty/Nine are contacted by their moms. As proper Imperial ProCorps troopers, they immediately alert Commandant Drasi. Thanks to the tip, the two middle aged would-be rescuers are quickly captured by Academy security. 

Commandant Drasi is very thankful for Sixty/Nine's help in capturing the two trespassers, and happily rewards them several times that night.

After a few nights in custody at the ProCorps Academy, the two women are arrested, just to make things official. They are very remorseful for what they've done, and happily accept the generous offer the Imperial Prosecutor offers them.

They are sent to prison, on the Imperial Capital Bastion. Both are assigned to the same work detail; as night janitors at the Ysanne Isard Museum. 

Now Iella Antilles and Mirax Horn happily spend every night cleaning and polishing the statues and other memorabilia of one of their most bitter enemies. The two prisoners are serving a lengthy sentence, however, and might be tempted to escape while the alcoholic night security guard is napping. So, just to be on the safe side, the two women perform their janitorial duties wearing durasteel ankle shackles, wrist cuffs with a thirty-centimeter chain, and shock-collars with tracking devices built into them. 

They are very grateful to the Empire for making sure they can't make any more foolish mistakes. They are also generously allowed to listen to music from their earpieces and watch the interesting transparent patterns on their spectacles while they work.

Leia Organa Solo:

You'll have to read the rest of Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 Episode II: The Hapan Harem to find out what happens to her. . .

Han Solo:

The scoundrel finally got what was coming to him. ;) Chief Daala had him arrested, and he's in a MaxSec GA prison. He really didn't do anything illegal, but if you've read any of the books, you know that Daala's evil.

Imperial Prostitute MX-04309, formerly known as Jedi Knight Valin Horn:

Well, somewhere in there Valin goes off to rescue his sister and the Antilles girls. Also disguised, he is now assigned to Chief Daala as well, as her personal butler and sex-slave. Chief Daala often brings Lysa home, and allows her two chastity belted ProCorps troopers to sexually torment each other. Of course, she never lets them satisfy one another—they both have to save all their energy for their Mistress.

Others:

There are plenty more male, and female, ProCorps troopers, but since they aren't really in the story, I'm not going to mention them.

Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 2 Ch. 01



Authoress's notes: This story takes place approximately six months after the events of Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. While it is a sequel to that story, it also features the Hapan Crown Jewels, from my story with that title. However, in this story, the anti-Force collar featured in Jedi Tahiri in Bondage, and Alema Rar Visits Hapes never existed. My editor says I should have more male ProCorps troopers in the story for balance, but my own fantasies are about being a female one. In case you haven't read Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, I'll summarize it for you first:

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 Episode II: The Hapan Harem

Jaina Solo, mentally and physically exhausted from killing her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, accepts Jagged Fel's invitation join him in the Empire. Once she arrives, she agrees to attend Imperial basic training, hoping the intense and disciplined regimen will take her mind off her problems.

Mid-way through training, she puts in for a transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corps. There she is given her new serial number and identity, and is trained to sexually pleasure all Imperial personal, both male and female. Imperial ProCorps trooper SX-51472, or Seventy-Two for short, is born.

After various assignments, Seventy-Two finds herself assigned to a remote station under the command of Captain Garowyn, who as it turns out, didn't die on Kashyyyk like everyone had thought. During her time there, Seventy-Two learns that Jysellsa Horn is planning on attending the ProCorps Academy, and that Tenel Ka, Queen Mother of the Hapes Consortium, already has. 

Next, Seventy-Two is assigned to the newly-promoted Admiral Garowyn's Star Destroyer, Admiral Daala. Soon Natisi Daala, now the Galactic Alliance's Chief of State, visits her namesake ship and brings along Seventy-Two's former friend, Syal Antilles.

During the visit, Admiral Garowyn displays Seventy-Two's obedience by having her masturbate for Chief Daala. As a result, Chief Daala and Admiral Garowyn decide that Syal will stay on board the ship, with the private hope that she will join the ProCorps as well.

Their plan is a rousing success. With Seventy-Two happily guiding her, Syal Antilles learns to service the Daala's Officers, including Admiral Garowyn. Then she resigns from the Galactic Alliance Starfigher Command and leaves to become an Imperial Prostitute.

Prologue: Approximately six months after the events of Imperial Prostitute SX-51472

"Good morning Moff Fel," Admiral Garowyn greeted the ruler of the Galactic Empire as she sat at attention in her office chair. As she faced his half-meter-high holoprojection, she masked her worry with a professional smile. If the Commander-in-Chief commed a mere Admiral—and not a very senior one at that—then the Admiral must have done something very good, or very bad.

"And good morning to you, Admiral Garowyn," Moff Fel replied. He was dressed impeccably in his Moff's uniform. "You are hereby reassigned as Ambassador to the Hapes Consortium," he informed her.

"Yes, Moff Fel," she answered. Inside she was filled with questions. At the top of this list was, Why me? She didn't consider herself a diplomat, and had no desire to learn.

"You are of course aware that the ruler of the Hapes Consortium, Queen Mother Tenel Ka Chume Ta' Djo, underwent ProCorps training a few months ago, along with her top advisors?"

"Of course, Moff Fel," she replied with a nod of her head, and the beginning of understanding.

"Ambassador Granngr is a satisfactory Ambassador, but I need someone experienced in managing high profile ProCorps troopers. That leaves me with a very short list, and I believe you are best suited. The fact that you are a woman, which is important to the Hapans, was also taken into account."

"Thank you, Moff Fel," Admiral Garowyn answered honestly—and with the only answer she could give.

"However, the most important thing was your Force sensitivity," he explained. "The Queen Mother was a Jedi, and because of her unique situation, she was not trained out of using the Force like the other ProCorps troopers with those abilities."

"Yes, Moff Fel," Admiral Garowyn replied. She thought of how powerful her Seventy-Two used to be in the Force, and how she couldn't even think of drawing on the power anymore. All that was left of the former Jedi's Force abilities now was a submissive openness, which simply made her a more responsive slave to the desires of her Imperial Masters.

"SX-51472, your personally assigned ProCorps trooper, can accompany you," Moff Fel told her. Then, after a brief pause, he leaned forward and said, "However, Hapes is not an Imperial Star Destroyer. Discretion is absolutely vital to the continued success of both the ProCorps program, and our control of the Hapes Consortium. The Moff Council and I are putting a lot of trust in you on this, Governor Garowyn."

"Of course, Moff Fel, I won't let you down," she promised, again, giving the only answer an Imperial Officer could give their Commander-in-Chief.

Moff Fel relaxed a little. "Now, Queen Djo has signed a secret treaty making the Hapes Consortium an Imperial protectorate, so while your official title will be Ambassador, in actuality you will be the Military Governor of the Consortium. Queen Djo and her advisors have received specially modified ProCorps training, and will retain their existing roles as the Royal government of Hapes, and should be treated as such, at least in public. You'll be given a datapack detailing the treaty, their training, and most importantly, how to treat them."

"Yes Moff Fel."

"And I repeat, discretion is your number one priority. We must maintain the facade that the Hapes Consortium is a sovereign government," he informed her.

"Yes Moff Fel, I understand," Governor Garowyn answered.

"Good. I've dispatched a courier ship with the datapack. As soon as you receive it you can depart for Hapes," he instructed her.

"Yes Moff Fel," Governor Garowyn answered.





Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 2 Ch. 02



Authoress's notes: This story takes place approximately six months after the events of Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. In case you haven't read Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, I'll summarize it for you first:

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472

Jaina Solo, mentally and physically exhausted from killing her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, accepts Jagged Fel's invitation join him in the Empire. Once she arrives, she agrees to attend Imperial basic training, hoping the intense and disciplined regimen will take her mind off her problems.

Mid-way through training, she puts in for a transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corps. There she is given her new serial number and identity, and is trained to sexually pleasure all Imperial personal, both male and female. Imperial ProCorps trooper SX-51472, or Seventy-Two for short, is born.

After various assignments, Seventy-Two finds herself assigned to a remote station under the command of Captain Garowyn, who as it turns out, didn't die on Kashyyyk like everyone had thought. During her time there, Seventy-Two learns that Jysellsa Horn is planning on attending the ProCorps Academy, and that Tenel Ka, Queen Mother of the Hapes Consortium, already has.

Next, Seventy-Two is assigned to the newly-promoted Admiral Garowyn's Star Destroyer, Admiral Daala. Soon Natisi Daala, now the Galactic Alliance's Chief of State, visits her namesake ship and brings along Seventy-Two's former friend, Syal Antilles.

During the visit, Admiral Garowyn displays Seventy-Two's obedience by having her masturbate for Chief Daala. As a result, Chief Daala and Admiral Garowyn decide that Syal will stay on board the ship, with the private hope that she will join the ProCorps as well.

Their plan is a rousing success. With Seventy-Two happily guiding her, Syal Antilles learns to service the Daala's Officers, including Admiral Garowyn. Then she resigns from the Galactic Alliance Starfigher Command and leaves to become an Imperial Prostitute.

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 Episode II: The Hapan Harem

After her orgasm, Governor Garowyn explained that from that point on, Tenel Ka had to consult her before making any decisions regarding the Hapes Consortium. Tenel Ka would forward all the reports and information she received concerning the Consortium to the Imperial Embassy.

Governor Garowyn would issue all her decisions verbally, or on untraceable datapads provided by the Queen. Tenel Ka would implement them in her own name. That way, if things went wrong, all the evidence would point to the Hapan Queen, leaving the Imperial Governor's hands, and the Empire's, clean.

Tenel Ka happily agreed, promising to do everything she could to protect the Empire, and Governor Garowyn.

Chapter 2 of 8

Over the next few days, Seventy-Two assisted Governor Garowyn in moving into the Imperial Embassy on Hapes. The Governor's X-wing was delivered, and Seventy-Two was sent to inspect it, under the supervision of her Arsix unit, of course.

Seventy-Two was somewhat distressed that Governor Garowyn wasn't taking residence in the Royal Palace, as she deserved, but she knew that Moff Fel had ordered them to be discreet in their rule of the Consortium.

Three days later, Seventy-Two pulled on her uniform cap and took a few seconds to check herself out in the mirror, making sure her uniform was perfect for Governor Garowyn's dinner reception.

She was in her complete ProCorps uniform. Her spectacles and earpieces were in place. On her feet were her eighteen-centimeter-heeled glossy black knee boots with hidden shackles at her ankles and just below her knees. The stiletto heels were gleaming silver durasteel, contrasting with her black boots and the tight-fitting black pants that led up to her form-fitting tailored black tunic.

Underneath the pants was her ProCorps chastity belt, and under the jacket and black undertunic was her durasteel corset. Her ProCorps uniform collar was locked around her neck. It was black, and the edge was barely visible above the top of her jacket collar. The chrono on her left wrist and comlink on her right were also black, and partially visible past her jacket sleeves. A wide glossy black nerfhide belt was around her waist. The gleaming silver buckle—in the shape of the Imperial Emblem of course—stood out against her black uniform.

The chastity belt, corset, collar, chrono, comlink, and belt were all locked on, and only Governor Garowyn could open them, just as it should be. Since they were attending a formal reception, Seventy-Two also had her ProCorps medals displayed on her uniform.

As Governor Garowyn's personal assistant, she had helped plan the menu for the Governor and her guests. Several Imperials were already at the Queen's Palace, assisting with the final arrangements and set up. Since the dinner was in the Fountain Palace and not at the Imperial Embassy, Seventy-Two supposed it was technically the Queen Mother and her guests, but every Imperial on Hapes knew that it was really Governor Garowyn's dinner.

The dinner would be a private affair, with Governor Garowyn approving the final guest list. The Hapans would be represented by the Queen Mother of course, as well as the Queen's twin cousins and bodyguards, Trista and Taryn Zel. Colonel Espara, General Hamell, Lady Galney, and Lady Aros completed the Hapan delegation. There would be a matching number of Imperials, including Seventy-Two, who knew that ProCorps troopers didn't quite count, but was very honored to be included.

After spending nearly three hours assisting Governor Garowyn in getting bathed and prepared for the dinner, Seventy-Two had been dismissed to get dressed herself. ProCorps troopers, however, needed very little time to make themselves presentable, even for a formal diplomatic reception. Twenty minutes later, and fifteen minutes before they were scheduled to leave, Seventy-Two arrived at the embassy's hanger, to await Governor Garowyn.

Twenty minutes later, Seventy-Two was still waiting next to Governor Garowyn's limospeeder. She wasn't bored in the slightest, as she was enjoying listening to the music from her earpieces, and watching the transparent patterns on her spectacles. Nearly ten minutes later, and nearly fifteen minutes behind schedule, the Governor calmly strolled into the hanger.

"Governor Garowyn," Seventy-Two greeted her as she opened her door for her, then she surreptitiously glanced down at her chrono. She didn't even think of mentioning that Governor Garowyn was late. To a ProCorps trooper, a superior couldn't possibly be late.

"Seventy-Two," Governor Garowyn replied with a smile as she smoothly stepped into the speeder.

Seventy-Two felt a surge of gratitude that Governor Garowyn chose to reply to her. Once the Governor was safely inside, Seventy-Two closed her door and quickly stepped up to the chauffeur's door, opened it and climbed in. Then she buckled her restraint harness into place. The release switch for the harness was in the back, under Governor Garowyn's control.

Seventy-Two glanced at her chrono again. The dinner was scheduled to start in ten minutes, and it was at least a twenty minute ride to the Fountain Palace.

As a ProCorps trooper, Seventy-Two wasn't well suited to making quick decisions in the cockpit of a vehicle. During her time as Governor Garowyn's pilot, she had had to relinquish the controls quite a few times due to emergency situations that were beyond her abilities.

Governor Garowyn, who most often had to take over, was always very understanding and sympathetic to her afterwards. Somehow, Arsix had found out about her difficulties though, and repeatedly reminded her of them while she was performing maintenance on the Governor's X-wing or the Shadow Chaser.

Piloting the Governor's limospeeder was no different than the Shadow Chaser, except that she couldn't pass the controls over to someone else. The faster she tried to go, the more nervous she got.

Almost in a panic, she changed lanes to go around a large cargo speeder. "We are going to be late, Governor Garowyn," Seventy-Two said after she let out a sigh of relief that she had completed the maneuver safely.

Governor Garowyn chuckled in reply. "The dinner will start when I arrive. The Queen and her advisors will wait for me no matter how long it takes," she explained.

"Yes Ma'am," Seventy-Two answered, understanding.

Under normal circumstances, it would be considered a serious breach of decorum for an Ambassador to be late for a formal reception hosted by the Head of State they were assigned to. Since the Head of State was actually an Imperial ProCorps trooper, though, Governor Garowyn could show up when ever she pleased. Seventy-Two relaxed, and with a sigh of relief, eased her foot off the accelerator.

Nearly twenty-five minutes later, they arrived at the Fountain Palace. Waiting for them at the main entrance of the Palace were Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel and Sergeant Rikkitts, who were two of the embassy staffers that Governor Garowyn had sent ahead. The two Hapans waiting with them were most likely ProCorps troopers. After Governor Garowyn unlocked her restraint harness, Seventy-Two quickly got out and stepped back to open the rear door. They all patiently waited for Governor Garowyn to climb out.

Seventy-Two was startled that the two Hapans weren't at parade rest, but then she realized that they weren't in a completely secure area. They were waiting silently for Governor Garowyn to acknowledge them, though.

"Good evening," Governor Garowyn said to the group after she finally made it all the way out of her limospeeder.

"Good evening, Ambassador Garowyn," the Hapans replied, together, but not quite in unison.

Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel and Sergeant Rikkitts, simply smiled and nodded their heads back in reply.

"I trust I haven't kept Her Majesty waiting too long?" Governor Garowyn said with mock concern as she began slowly making her way up the impressive stairs that led up to the main doorway.

Now Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel spoke up. "Actually, Your Excellency, Her Majesty isn't in the dining room with the others."

Governor Garowyn simply glanced expectantly at her as she sedately ascended the stairs.

"When we arrived at the Palace and began preparing the other guests, the Queen's advisors informed me that they had a surprise for you when you arrived," she explained. "After I. . . inspected the surprise, I decided that the Queen and her surprise could be brought in after you were seated."

Governor Garowyn took a few more steps before replying. "Well, we'll see then," she said with a curt nod.

Once they actually entered the Palace, and she was assured that they're weren't any non-ProCorps Hapans there, Governor Garowyn seemed to move slower than ever. After stopping and asking the third time about a different piece of artwork in the Palace, Governor Garowyn decided that they would just have to go on a tour later.

Ducha Isa'bel, who was one of the ProCorps troopers that had been waiting for them, of course agreed to escort Governor Garowyn on a thorough tour at her convenience.

It took the group nearly fifteen minutes to make it to the Royal dinning room. A pair of Hapan ProCorps troopers stood guard outside the door. Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel sent Sergeant Rikkitts to retrieve the Queen, while Governor Garowyn and Seventy-Two entered the dinning room.

Even though Seventy-Two had seen the plans for the reception several times, she was still momentarily startled when she first saw it in real life.

Centered on one side of the room, facing the doorway, was a long, highly polished table. While it was large enough for all the guests, there were only seven chairs, all behind it. The center chair was practically a throne. In fact, it was the chair that the Queen normally sat in at dinner parties. Flanking it, three to each side, were six less ornate versions of the middle chair.

In front of the table, spread out at even intervals, were six of the Queen's advisors who Governor Garowyn had ordered to attend. The Queen's spot in the middle was empty, however.

All six Hapans were naked except for their corsets, chastity belts, chronos, comlinks, and eighteen-centimeter heeled boots—items that all ProCorps troopers were trained to think of as part of themselves. All of the women were kneeling. There was a five centimeter chain with a magnetic coupling on each end locked to each woman's chrono and comlink, effectively cuffing their hands behind their backs. A ten centimeter chain connected the hidden ankle shackles on their boots together as well.

Each of the Queen's advisors had a seven-centimeter-wide durasteel collar locked around her neck, with a thirty-centimeter-long chain running from their collar to a small durasteel plate that had been bolted to the floor. Both ends of the chains were magnetically locked as well. Seventy-Two remembered the measurements from taking dictation of the Governor's plans.

The Governor's dinner guests had been waiting for nearly an hour, and due to their ProCorps training, hadn't even thought once of trying to look back to see who was entering the room. They knew that it wasn't their concern. Because this was a formal diplomatic reception however, Governor Garowyn's entrance was announced.

"Her Excellency, Admiral Garowyn, Imperial Governor of the Hapes Consortium!" Ducha Isa'bel announced.

"Good evening, Mistress," the six women greeted her in unison.

"And good evening to you, my ProCorps troopers," she replied as she strolled behind them, getting a good look at them from that angle.

Four of the other Imperials that were attending fell into line behind Governor Garowyn, and Seventy-Two obediently followed them. She thought Taryn and Trista, Tenel Ka's younger twin cousins, looked particularly fetching in their restraints and corsets.

As Governor Garowyn came to the end of the line she turned and walked down the front. This time, she stopped in front of the empty durasteel plate and chain that were waiting for the Hapan Queen.

"I understand there is a surprise for me?" she asked the group.

"Yes Mistress," they answered, not quite in unison.

Without replying, Governor Garowyn turned and walked to her ornate chair. Seventy-Two rushed ahead of her, pulled the chair back then slid it under her as she sat down. Once she made sure she was comfortable, she stood behind her own seat at the end of the table.

As soon as the other Imperials had taken their seats, Seventy-Two sat down. Then Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel brought in the Queen, and Governor Garowyn and Seventy-Two got to see what the surprise was.

"The Queen Mother of the Hapes Consortium, Her Majesty Tenel Ka Chume Ta' Djo," Ducha Isa'bel announced as Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel led the Queen into the dining room.

Just like her advisors, Tenel Ka wasn't wearing anything resembling clothes. Instead she had on her ProCorps corset, chastity belt, and eighteen-centimeter heeled knee boots. The Queen's other restraints were quite different from her advisors' cuffs, though.

Her ankle shackles were about seven centimeters wide, and had a chain about forty centimeters long between them, by Seventy-Two's guess. Another chain ran from the ankle chain to a hinged belt around Tenel Ka's waist, which fit over her corset, just above her chastity belt. Attached to each side of the belt, at her hips, was a short chain, with a wrist shackle at the end of each chain. The wrist shackles looked to be about the same width as the ankle shackles.

Since the Queen only had one arm, the empty left cuff was attached directly to her belt, while the right one was locked securely around her wrist at the end of the chain. From the middle of the belt ran another chain, this one up between her breasts to her collar, also about seven centimeters wide.

Around both of the Queen's biceps were shackles. From each of them, a chain ran under her breasts to the vertical chain connecting her collar and belt. As she turned to approached Governor Garowyn's table, Seventy-Two could see another chain connecting her biceps behind her back as well, holding them tight against her torso.

To Seventy-Two's experienced eye, the metal of the shackles looked familiar, but not quite like durasteel.

Perched atop the Queen's head was the Crown of the Hapan throne. Seventy-Two glanced over to Governor Garowyn and saw her smirking at the sight of the Queen Mother of the Hapes Consortium being led to her shackled, but wearing the Royal Crown.

The Queen came to a stop just in front of Governor Garowyn's table, with Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel still holding her leash. Tenel Ka waited silently for Governor Garowyn to acknowledge her.

Tenel Ka held out a datapad in her shackled hand, which Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel took and handed to Governor Garowyn, who immediately began to read it over. Several minutes passed while she did, with Tenel Ka remaining at silent parade rest in front of her.

Well, it wasn't quite parade rest. Because of the ankle chain, she couldn't quite place her feet the proper distance apart, and because of the wrist chain she couldn't put her hand behind her back. Seventy-Two thought that she was doing her best though.

Seventy-Two felt Governor Garowyn's amusement as she read. Finally she looked up at the shackled Hapan Queen.

"So these are the complete Hapan Crown Jewels, Zero-One?" she asked with a smile.

"Yes Mistress," Tenel Ka replied.

Governor Garowyn took a few moments to look over the shackled Hapan Queen. "And they are made completely of Mandalorian Beskar Ore?"

"Yes Mistress," Tenel Ka answered.

Beskar, Seventy-Two thought to herself. She remembered it from her time on Mandalore, when she was being trained by Boba Fett. While she was surprised that the Hapes Consortium would have some of the valuable ore, she knew from experience that it made fantastic shackles and collars.

Governor Garowyn glanced at the datapad, then back at Tenel Ka. "I see here that the bicep cuffs and chains were bought just last year, while you were attending basic training."

"Yes Mistress. My advisors bought them to replace the durasteel bicep cuffs that were part of the Crown Jewels, as a graduation gift for me," she explained.

"And did they have any idea how appropriate restraints were for a newly graduated ProCorps trooper?"

"No Mistress," Tenel Ka answered.

"Well, I think the Empire's little Hapan Queen looks very nice in the complete Crown Jewels," Governor Garowyn announced.

"Thank you Mistress," Tenel Ka replied, visibly blushing.

"I see that you have included the control codes for all of the HC series ProCorps troopers' chastity belts, and corsets as I instructed, and recommended which ones need to maintain some control over theirs."

"Yes Mistress."

Governor Garowyn smiled as she sat the datapad down. "Well, I'll look at that later. Right now our dinner is getting cold," she said. Then she glanced at Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel. "Escort Queen Tenel Ka to her place so we can start dinner."

"Yes Ma'am," she replied with an eager smile.

As the six Imperials looked on, Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel led Tenel Ka to the empty restraining plate on the floor, then took the leash off her collar. The Hapan Queen knelt, and Lovvel attached the chain from the floor to the front of her collar. Once Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel had taken her own seat, the Palace servants, now all loyal Imperial ProCorps troopers too, began bringing in the appetizers.

They served the Imperials first, then set dishes on the floor in front of their fellow ProCorps troopers. Since this was an official state dinner, the Royal Chefs had expertly prepared the finest Hapan cuisine, as they always did for the Queen Mother, and her guests.




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While the Imperials ate the delicious Hapan food, the Queen and her advisors had a cheap mush, suitable for eating without the use of their hands. With each course of the meal, the Hapan ProCorps troopers also received another small bowl of food.   

The Imperial spent the next two hours relaxing and chatting while they ate the wonderful Hapan cuisine that the Queen had had prepared for them. The Hapans were also relaxed, and happy that the Empire had taught them their true place in life. They respectfully joined in the friendly chatting once Governor Garowyn had indicated that they could. They also eagerly suggested Hapan foods that they thought the Imperials would enjoy as well.

Seventy-Two admired her fellow ProCorps troopers for being able to kneel for so long with their hands cuffed behind their backs. Especially with their collars chained so low to the floor, forcing them to have to crane their necks up to talk with their Imperial Masters sitting comfortably at the table. She was also somewhat jealous of them, and just a little, wanted to join them.

Finally, after the rich desert, Governor Garowyn announced that she was stuffed. Seventy-Two definitely agreed with her. Governor Garowyn had had them give her much smaller portions than the others at the table, but still, she had only taken a few bites out of the last three courses herself. It had been years since she had even attempted to eat so much; even before she had become a ProCorps trooper.





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Authoress's notes: This story takes place approximately six months after the events of Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. In case you haven't read Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, I'll summarize it for you first:

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472

Jaina Solo, mentally and physically exhausted from killing her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, accepts Jagged Fel's invitation join him in the Empire. Once she arrives, she agrees to attend Imperial basic training, hoping the intense and disciplined regimen will take her mind off her problems.

Mid-way through training, she puts in for a transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corps. There she is given her new serial number and identity, and is trained to sexually pleasure all Imperial personal, both male and female. Imperial ProCorps trooper SX-51472, or Seventy-Two for short, is born.

After various assignments, Seventy-Two finds herself assigned to a remote station under the command of Captain Garowyn, who as it turns out, didn't die on Kashyyyk like everyone had thought. During her time there, Seventy-Two learns that Jysellsa Horn is planning on attending the ProCorps Academy, and that Tenel Ka, Queen Mother of the Hapes Consortium, already has. 

Next, Seventy-Two is assigned to the newly-promoted Admiral Garowyn's Star Destroyer, Admiral Daala. Soon Natisi Daala, now the Galactic Alliance's Chief of State, visits her namesake ship and brings along Seventy-Two's former friend, Syal Antilles.

During the visit, Admiral Garowyn displays Seventy-Two's obedience by having her masturbate for Chief Daala. As a result, Chief Daala and Admiral Garowyn decide that Syal will stay on board the ship, with the private hope that she will join the ProCorps as well.

Their plan is a rousing success. With Seventy-Two happily guiding her, Syal Antilles learns to service the Daala's Officers, including Admiral Garowyn. Then she resigns from the Galactic Alliance Starfigher Command and leaves to become an Imperial Prostitute.

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 Episode II: The Hapan Harem

The Imperials spent the next two hours relaxing and chatting while they ate the wonderful Hapan cuisine that the Queen had had prepared for them. The Hapans were also relaxed, and happy that the Empire had taught them their true place in life. They respectfully joined in the friendly chatting once Governor Garowyn had indicated that they could. They also eagerly suggested Hapan foods that they thought the Imperials would enjoy as well.

Seventy-Two admired her fellow ProCorps troopers for being able to kneel for so long with their hands cuffed behind their backs. Especially with their collars chained so low to the floor, forcing them to have to crane their necks up to talk with their Imperial Masters sitting comfortably at the table. She was also somewhat jealous of them, and just a little, wanted to join them.

Finally, after the rich desert, Governor Garowyn announced that she was stuffed. Seventy-Two definitely agreed with her. Governor Garowyn had had them give her much smaller portions than the others at the table, but still, she had only taken a few bites out of the last three courses herself. It had been years since she had even attempted to eat so much; even before she had become a ProCorps trooper.

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"Mistress Garowyn, would you like me to take you on a private tour of the Royal Quarters?" Tenel Ka offered.

Governor Garowyn glanced at her staff to either side of her. "Well, do your advisors mind taking my staff on private tours as well?" she asked.

"They would be happy to, Mistress," Tenel Ka replied without hesitation.

The other Imperials quickly chose their own tour guides. Since Seventy-Two knew that she would be accompanying Governor Garowyn, she didn't pick one. General Hammell, the commander of the Hapan army, was the odd ProCorps trooper out. Queen Tenel Ka suggested that she go to the Imperial Embassy and entertain Governor Garowyn's staff there.

At Governor Garowyn's instruction, Seventy-Two removed the chain from Tenel Ka's collar, and replaced it with the Crown Jewels leash. Then, with Seventy-Two holding the Queen's leash, the three left the dining room, with other Imperials and their tour guides right behind them, heading for their own private tours.

Seven minutes later, Governor Garowyn, Seventy-Two and Tenel Ka were in the Queen's private quarters. It had been a couple of years since Seventy-Two had visited Hapes, but it had been far longer since she had been in Tenel Ka's bedchamber.

A long time ago, Jaina Solo and Tenel Ka had had some naughty fun here, both with each other, and with several different Hapan Noblemen, two at a time. Now Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, simply hoped that Governor Garowyn would have the same kind of fun, both with her and her fellow ProCorps trooper, HC-00001, and Seventy-Two knew that she would gain intense pleasure from helping her to have fun.

During dinner, a selection of standard issue ProCorps toys and restraints had been left on the Royal bed for Governor Garowyn's pleasure. Tenel Ka cheerfully took them on a brief tour of her suite of rooms, including her private collection of restraints, to see if there was anything that would add to the Governor's pleasure.

Governor Garowyn picked up a mass of worn nerfhide straps, with a large black synthflesh dildo sticking out of it.

"My my, Zero-One, do you use this on your poor, helpless lovers?" she asked with amused shock.

"Yes Mistress," Tenel Ka answered with a slightly embarrassed blush.

Governor Garowyn shook her head in mock disapproval. "And has it ever been used on you?" she asked conspiratorially.

"Yes Mistress," Tenel Ka answered softly, blushing with embarrassment.

Now both Governor Garowyn and Seventy-Two glanced at each other and smirked. Then Governor Garowyn leaned in close to the Hapan Queen. "And which did you prefer?" she asked her.

"On me, Mistress," she answered.

Now Governor Garowyn laughed out loud, and set the strap-on back on the shelf. "So even before you went to the Academy, you wanted to be a little ProCorps trooper?"

"Yes Mistress!" Tenel Ka answered proudly.

Then Governor Garowyn turned to Seventy-Two. "So, when you two girls had sex with each other, who used the strap-on on who?" she asked.

"We took turns, Mistress," Seventy-Two answered promptly.

"Well, which did you prefer, Seventy-Two, to fuck another horny little slut—" she paused to slap the front of Tenel Ka's chastity belt over her pussy—"or get fucked with the strap-on?"

"Get fucked with the strap-on," Seventy-Two answered promptly.

Governor Garowyn laughed out loud again. "You two submissive little sluts are lucky the Empire found you. If it weren't for us, you—" she looked at Seventy-Two—"would probably have wound up as some Hutt's spice-addict sex slave, and you—" she turned at Tenel Ka—"would probably be down in the dungeons right now, letting your Royal guards fuck you in the ass all night."

Seventy-Two didn't think she would have become a Hutt's spice-addict sex slave, but knew that she wouldn't contradict Governor Garowyn about it. She glanced at Tenel Ka, who was so embarrassed she seemed ready to crawl through the floor. That made Seventy-Two wonder if she had been spending some time in the dungeons with her guardsmen. Well, she won't anymore—at least not without Governor Garowyn's permission, Seventy-Two thought with an amused smile.

"Well, bring the strap-on along. I might let you girls take turns on each other again," Governor Garowyn said as she walked back towards the Royal Bedchamber. Seventy-Two obediently grabbed the strap-on off the shelf, and gave Tenel Ka's leash a tug as she followed her.

Minutes later, Seventy-Two was down to her collar, corset, chastity belt, chrono, comlink, and boots. She had Tenel Ka's strap-on over her chastity belt.

Only Tenel Ka's chastity belt had been removed. She was still wearing her boots, corset, and the Crown Jewels. A harness cock gag was strapped onto her head, with a twenty centimeter synthflesh dildo protruding from the front. The Hapan Queen was still wearing the Crown on her head as well.

Governor Garowyn had thought Tenel Ka looked so cute in the Crown Jewels, her Crown, and the harness gag that she insisted on taking a few flat-holos for Moff Fel. Then Governor Garowyn announced that they were going to play a game.

"Seventy-Two, if you can make Zero-One cum first, then you win, and she'll be punished. Zero-One, if you can make me orgasm before Seventy-Two makes you cum, then you win, and she'll be punished," she explained.

While she didn't consider it important, Seventy-Two did notice that she hadn't mentioned anything about her being able to cum herself.

Governor Garowyn sat down in one of the Queen's pouf-chairs. Tenel Ka quickly got down on her knees and started pleasuring her with the harness gag dildo, and Seventy-Two began enthusiastically fucking the Hapan Queen from behind with her strap-on.

Within a couple of minutes, Seventy-Two knew that she would win. Tenel Ka just didn't have the experience, or sexual discipline to keep herself from orgasming before Governor Garowyn. Seventy-Two glanced at Governor Garowyn, who winked back at her. She knew what the outcome would be as well.

After Seventy-Two made Tenel Ka cum, she got to relax while the Hapan Queen finished Governor Garowyn's orgasm. Once she was satisfied, Governor Garowyn released Tenel Ka from the Crown Jewels, and Seventy-Two carefully took them off her. While the Governor stepped into the Queen's 'fresher to clean up, Seventy-Two readied Tenel Ka for her punishment.

Once Governor Garowyn finished cleaning herself up, she picked up a long riding crop from the supplies she had had delivered. Seventy-Two liked that crop because it left a three centimeter impression of the Imperial Emblem on her skin every time Governor Garowyn hit her with it.

Tenel Ka's arm was stretched up over her head, chained to the ceiling via her chrono/comlink. She had a durasteel collar around her neck. A one-meter-long spreader bar was between her ankles, magnetically locked to the hidden ankle shackles in her boots. Her corset was still locked around her torso as well.

Governor Garowyn slowly walked around her, inspecting her restraints and position. "Thank you for preparing her, Seventy-Two," she said after she completed the circle around the shackled Queen.

"You're welcome, Mistress," Seventy-Two replied.

"If we decide to give her a prosthetic arm though, it would make it easier to restrain her," Governor Garowyn commented.

ProCorps troopers were trained to remain silent when their superiors, and that included virtually every Imperial, were talking about them instead of to them. Tenel Ka, being a trained ProCorps trooper, didn't respond.

"Yes Mistress," Seventy-Two answered.

"What about you, Zero-One, do you want the Empire to make it easier to restrain you?"

"Yes Mistress," Tenel Ka replied without hesitation.

Without warning, Governor Garowyn swung the crop and hit Tenel Ka across her ass.

Seventy-Two was shocked to feel her pain through the Force. It had been so long since she had been around a Force user as powerful as Tenel Ka that she had forgotten what it was like. Governor Garowyn has some Force abilities, and Seventy-Two could feel when her Imperial Mistress summoned her through the Force, but the intense mix of pain and pleasure coming from Tenel Ka was almost overwhelming.

It didn't take long for Governor Garowyn to place twenty separate, distinct, Imperial Emblems across Tenel Ka's ass and thighs. After the cropping, Tenel Ka submissively thanked Governor Garowyn for delivering her punishment. Then Governor Garowyn had her thank Seventy-Two for her part in it as well.

"Thank you for chaining me up for Mistress Garowyn, Seventy-Two," Tenel Ka said sweetly.

"You're welcome, Zero-One," she replied with a smile. As much as she enjoyed restraining Tenel Ka for Governor Garowyn to whip, she'd much rather be the one on the receiving end.

Next, Governor Garowyn decided that she wanted to see what Seventy-Two looked like in the Hapan Crown Jewels. She used the remote to release Tenel Ka's wrist from the ceiling chain, and her ankles from the spreader bar. Tenel Ka was still wearing her collar, corset, chrono/comlink and the ankle shackles. Then the Queen obediently helped Seventy-Two lock the Crown Jewels onto herself. 

The familiar feeling of the Beskar shackles and collar reminded Seventy-Two of Mandalore all over again. The collar was a little loose around her neck though, and since her waist was so small from her corset and working out so much, the belt was loose too. Also, since Tenel Ka was about fifteen centimeters taller than her, the chain running from the collar to the belt and to the ankle chain had quite a bit of slack in it as well. As she tested out her bonds, she could feel that Tenel Ka was uneasy for some reason.

"Now Zero-One, put the Crown on her," a smiling Governor Garowyn instructed her.

Tenel Ka carefully lifted the Hapan Crown off her own head, and Seventy-Two leaned forward to make it easier for her. Several seconds later, she realized that she hadn't made a move to put it on her yet.

"Is there a problem, Zero-One?" Governor Garowyn asked her abruptly.

"Well, Mistress, it's just that my Crown is a symbol of the Hapan Monarchy, and shouldn't—"

"Imperial Prostitute AITCH-SEE-ZERO-ZERO-ZERO-ZERO-ONE," Governor Garowyn interrupted her. "What is more important, a four thousand year old Hapan tradition, or pleasing your Imperial Masters?"

"Pleasing my Imperial Masters, Mistress," she answered after a barely perceptible moment of hesitation.

"Good girl," Governor Garowyn replied with a smile. "We are in the privacy of your own bedchamber. Besides, if Seventy-Two damages it, I'll let you punish her until her debt to the Hapan people is repaid in full."

"Yes Mistress," Tenel Ka replied with her own grin. Then she deftly placed the Hapan Crown onto Seventy-Two's head.

Governor Garowyn took a few flat-holos of Seventy-Two wearing the complete Hapan Crown Jewels as well. Then she had Tenel Ka strap the dildo harness gag onto her, and took a few more. When Governor Garowyn set down her imager and had Tenel Ka get her strap-on off her bed, Seventy-Two suspected they were going to play the game again.

By the time Tenel Ka got her strap-on securely in place—a feat that was somewhat impressive since the Hapan ProCorps trooper only had one hand—Seventy-Two was on her knees, eager to start pleasuring Governor Garowyn. Seventy-Two felt a sharp smack on her ass from the riding crop, and she immediately shoved her dildo into her Mistress.

In spite of the fact that Governor Garowyn was persistently cropping her ass, Seventy-Two was even more confident of victory than the first time. She had pleasured Governor Garowyn with a harness gag dildo hundreds of times, mostly while being cropped like she was now, and knew just what would make her orgasm. Of course, getting cropped always turned Seventy-Two on. Tenel Ka fucking with her strap-on turned her on even more, but she was a trained ProCorps trooper, and she knew how to hold back from cumming until she'd pleasured her Imperial Masters and Mistresses.

Nearly ten minutes later though, Governor Garowyn still wasn't close to orgasming. Seventy-Two frowned around the gag as she pumped the dildo in and out of her faster. Then she sensed that Governor Garowyn was trying to hold out on purpose. Tenel Ka, on the other hand, had Seventy-Two on the verge of cumming herself.

Seventy-Two really wanted to cum, but she wanted to give Governor Garowyn another orgasm even more. Finally though, Seventy-Two gave up, and screamed out through the gag in orgasm. After a few more hard strokes, Tenel Ka gleefully pulled her dildo out of Seventy-Two's pussy with a 'plop.'

Even while cumming, and being cropped, Seventy-Two didn't miss a stroke of her dildo gag into Governor Garowyn. Seconds later, the Governor was screaming out in her own orgasm.

After she recovered, and cleaned up in the Queen's 'fresher, Governor Garowyn unlocked the Crown Jewels, and had Tenel Ka take them off Seventy-Two. Tenel Ka seemed a little relieved when Governor Garowyn allowed her to put her Crown back onto her own head. Minutes later, Seventy-Two's wrists were chained to the ceiling, and a spreader bar was between her ankles.

SMACK! 

"Thank you Mistress!" Seventy-Two shouted as the crop struck her naked ass. Twenty strokes later, her backside was covered with impressions of the Imperial Emblem.

Once she was finished cropping her, Governor Garowyn unlocked her, and they began getting dressed to leave. Governor Garowyn also asked Tenel Ka if she had anything else she needed to do that evening. When the Hapan Queen answered no, the Imperial Governor had her take off her boots, and put her chastity belt back on.

Tenel Ka was still wearing her corset, and the collar she had been wearing since she took off the Crown Jewels. Governor Garowyn had Seventy-Two leash the Queen to the foot of her bed, and ordered her to sleep there for the night.

Fifteen minutes later, Seventy-Two closed the rear door to Governor Garowyn's limospeeder behind her Mistress. Then she walked up to the pilot's door, gingerly sat down in her seat, and buckled her restraint harness into place.

Back at the Imperial Embassy, she helped Governor Garowyn get ready for bed. Then she went to her own room, which was right next door, and undressed down to her collar, corset, chastity belt, chrono, and comlink. She knew she only had twenty minutes to be restrained for bed. As she pulled off her boots, she stepped into a pair of eighteen-centimeter heeled slides that she walked around her room in.

Ever since her enhancements, Seventy-Two's chrono and comlink only came off once a week for her to clean them, and her wrists. Her corset only came off in the gym and the 'fresher. The only time she didn't wear at least fifteen centimeter heels was while she was sleeping, and she had no problem wearing them then, too. She was very grateful to the Empire for ensuring that she always looked, and felt, her best.

First Seventy-Two strutted to her small 'fresher. After she finished with that, she went and sat down on the edge of her bed and slid her heels off. There she picked up a set of shackles that were sitting on her nightstand, and locked them around her ankles. The ankle shackles had a forty centimeter chain connecting them. Then she attached the one-meter leash that was permanently attached to her wall at the head of her bed to the front of her collar. 

Next she picked up a short chain, only five centimeters long, and attached the magnetic lock on one end to her chrono. Then Seventy-Two slid underneath her blanket, brought both hands behind her, and brought the free end of the chain against her comlink. The magnetic lock on the end of the chain immediately attached itself to her comlink. Secure in the knowledge that the sensors in the leash, shackles, and her chrono and comlink would report to Governor Garowyn that she was properly restrained, Seventy-Two fell asleep.

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The next morning Seventy-Two awoke early, to the sound of her alarm coming from her chrono and comlink. The alarm also turned down the power of the magnetic locks on her leash, wrists, and ankle shackles. Seventy-Two freed herself, and set the chain that was connecting her wrists together, her shackles, and the end of her leash on her nightstand. She slipped her heels back on, and used her small 'fresher, then got ready to go to the Embassy's gym.

Besides her collar, comlink, chrono, and chastity belt, she wore a skimpy black sports bra. Across the right breast of the sports bra was her Imperial ProCorps serial number, SX-51472, in small silver letters. The bottom of the bra stopped about a centimeter below her double-dee breasts.




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Next came a pair of skin-tight black hot pants. The top came to the bottom of her chastity belt, leaving the gleaming durasteel completely visible. The outline of the crotch strap of the chastity belt was obvious as well. 

The bottom hem of the hot pants came less than a centimeter past her well-toned butt. Her serial number was also printed vertically down each side of the hot pants. The words Imperial Property, in much larger silver letters was printed across her butt-cheeks, lined up perfectly with same words that were now permanently on her skin thanks to her genetically altered skin pigmentation.

On the front of the shorts was the Imperial Emblem, also in silver, and lined up with the matching one on her skin underneath it. Beneath the emblem were the words Imperial Prostitute, followed by her serial number, also lined up perfectly with her title and serial number underneath it.

After her sports bra and hot pants Seventy-Two pulled on a pair of short black ankle socks with her serial number printed along the top of the outside edge in silver lettering. Last of all, she put on a pair of training shoes with fifteen centimeter wedge heels, specially designed for enhanced ProCorps troopers.

Since Seventy-Two was the only ProCorps trooper assigned to the Imperial Embassy, there wasn't a ProCorps gym. This early in the morning however, she was usually able to work out alone.

After her enhancements, it had taken her a couple of weeks to be able to run again. Now, a brisk twenty minute jog in fifteen centimeter heels was completely natural, even with her larger titties. Once she had finished her jog, she used the weight machines, then spent thirty minutes doing aerobics.

Once she finished her workout, Seventy-Two returned to her quarters and had a quick sonic shower, and got ready for duty. Ten minutes before eight, her scheduled start time, Seventy-Two was sitting at her desk ready for work. She was obediently watching the holographic patterns on her spectacles, and listening to the ambient music on her earpieces. Half-an-hour later, she received her first comm call of the day, routed from the Embassy's automated call center.

"Good Morning, this is Ambassador Garowyn's office, how may I serve you?" she answered cheerfully.





Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 2 Ch. 04



Authoress's notes: This story takes place approximately six months after the events of Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. In case you haven't read Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, I'll summarize it for you first:

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472

Jaina Solo, mentally and physically exhausted from killing her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, accepts Jagged Fel's invitation join him in the Empire. Once she arrives, she agrees to attend Imperial basic training, hoping the intense and disciplined regimen will take her mind off her problems.

Mid-way through training, she puts in for a transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corps. There she is given her new serial number and identity, and is trained to sexually pleasure all Imperial personal, both male and female. Imperial ProCorps trooper SX-51472, or Seventy-Two for short, is born.

After various assignments, Seventy-Two finds herself assigned to a remote station under the command of Captain Garowyn, who as it turns out, didn't die on Kashyyyk like everyone had thought. During her time there, Seventy-Two learns that Jysellsa Horn is planning on attending the ProCorps Academy, and that Tenel Ka, Queen Mother of the Hapes Consortium, already has.

Next, Seventy-Two is assigned to the newly-promoted Admiral Garowyn's Star Destroyer, Admiral Daala. Soon Natisi Daala, now the Galactic Alliance's Chief of State, visits her namesake ship and brings along Seventy-Two's former friend, Syal Antilles.

During the visit, Admiral Garowyn displays Seventy-Two's obedience by having her masturbate for Chief Daala. As a result, Chief Daala and Admiral Garowyn decide that Syal will stay on board the ship, with the private hope that she will join the ProCorps as well.

Their plan is a rousing success. With Seventy-Two happily guiding her, Syal Antilles learns to service the Daala's Officers, including Admiral Garowyn. Then she resigns from the Galactic Alliance Starfigher Command and leaves to become an Imperial Prostitute.

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 Episode II: The Hapan Harem

After her enhancements, it had taken her a couple of weeks to be able to run again. Now, a brisk twenty minute jog in fifteen centimeter heels was completely natural, even with her larger titties. Once she had finished her jog, she used the weight machines, then spent thirty minutes doing aerobics.

Once she finished her workout, Seventy-Two returned to her quarters and had a quick sonic shower, and got ready for duty. Ten minutes before eight, her scheduled start time, Seventy-Two was sitting at her desk ready for work. She was obediently watching the holographic patterns on her spectacles, and listening to the ambient music on her earpieces. Half-an-hour later, she received her first comm call of the day, routed from the Embassy's automated call center.

"Good Morning, this is Ambassador Garowyn's office, how may I serve you?" she answered cheerfully.

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Over the next few days, Governor Garowyn began implementing several new rules affecting both the Embassy and the Hapan ProCorps troopers.

The first rule was that all Hapan ProCorps troopers wishing to enter the Imperial Embassy had to pass through security. While this had always been the case for all non-Imperial citizens wishing to enter, now ProCorps troopers, who were almost exclusively Hapan noblewomen, high ranking officers, or close advisors to the Queen, were completely strip-searched by the Imperial guards on duty.

All Hapan ProCorps troopers also received word privately from Governor Garowyn, through Tenel Ka, that they should find a reason to visit the Embassy as often as possible without arousing suspicion amongst the regular Hapans. The order was mostly unnecessary. The Hapan noblewomen were long used to frequent sex whenever they pleased, and obeying the whims of their Queens, both current and in the past. Now that the Governor had control of their chastity belts, and pussies, they eagerly flocked to the Embassy for the opportunity to be strip-searched and fucked by the Imperial guards on duty.

The steady stream of ProCorps troopers served another purpose as well. They would relay the Governor's orders to their Queen, either verbally or by carrying the datapads to the Palace.

The Governor also made it very clear to the Embassy staff that they were to behave like proper diplomatic guests of a sovereign government while in public. She explained that doing anything that regular Hapans would consider insulting to the Hapes Consortium would result in their being reassigned to the Imperial Navy's recruiting office on Kashyyyk. They all knew that the Empire didn't have a recruiting office on Kashyyyk, but they got the message.

She also told them to make sure that only ProCorps trained Hapans were strip-searched, unless they actually had suspicion that someone was really trying to smuggle contraband into the Embassy. In that case they should do a proper Imperial job of searching them.

Governor Garowyn also ordered all the HC-series ProCorps troopers to send all reports and information that they sent to the Queen directly to her as well. She also instructed them to send her anything that they thought the Empire should know, but that the Queen didn't, as long as they maintained secrecy on both accounts.

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A little over a week after arriving on Hapes, the Imperial Embassy received a request from Queen Tenel Ka for a private meeting with Ambassador Garowyn, as soon as it was convenient for her. Forty-five minutes later, Seventy-Two was piloting Governor Garowyn's limospeeder up to the main entrance of the Queen's Palace.

"Good afternoon, Mistress," Tenel Ka greeted them just inside the Palace.

"Good afternoon to you as well, Zero-One," she replied politely. "I see you are wearing your spectacles and earpieces."

"Yes, Mistress, I have been wearing them eight hours a day, and as you know, I have ordered my advisors to do the same."

Besides the spectacles and earpieces, Tenel Ka was wearing another Dathomir lizard-hide bodysuit, this one mostly purple, with some green around her midsection and down her right leg. A silver durasteel collar about five centimeters wide was locked around her neck. Her ten-centimeter-wide silver durasteel bands were on each of her upper arms, and her eight-centimeter-wide chrono/comlink was on her right wrist. On her feet were her standard ProCorps knee boots with eighteen centimeter stiletto heels. Seventy-Two was confident that she was wearing her corset and chastity belt underneath the lizard-hide as well, although they weren't readily visible through the thick lizard-hide.

"That's good, Zero-One, now I assume you have some place suitable for our important meeting?"

"Of course, Mistress, right this way," Tenel Ka answered.

Minutes later, they arrived at the Queen's conference room.

"Would you care for any refreshments, Mistress?" Tenel Ka asked.

"No thank you, Zero-One," Governor Garowyn replied as she confidently walked to the head of the table.

Seventy-Two quickly slipped past her Mistress liked she'd been trained and pulled the large chair at the head of the table back. Then she slid it forward so she could sit down easily. The throne-like chair had obviously been the Queen's, and Seventy-Two wondered if Tenel Ka ever sat in it anymore. Once Governor Garowyn was seated, she gave both ProCorps troopers permission to sit as well.

Tenel Ka quickly sat at her right hand, and Seventy-Two took the seat to Governor Garowyn's left, directly across from Tenel Ka.

"Now, what is it you called me here for, Zero-One?" Governor Garowyn asked, leaning back in the thickly padded chair.

"I have a plan for increasing both the number of Imperial Officers aboard Hapan ships, and ProCorps trained Hapan officers," she replied.

Governor Garowyn seemed to consider that a moment. Then she nodded her head. "By all means then, share it with me."

"Yes Your Excellency. We can initiate an officer exchange program between the Empire and the Hapes Consortium. I have selected a mix of high ranking and young female officers to send to the Empire, with your approval, of course." She paused to slide a data card across the table to Governor Garowyn.

Governor Garowyn glanced at it a moment, then passed it to Seventy-Two, who immediately began reading through it. Being able to read much faster than a normal human was one ability that she retained from when she'd been a Jedi. In fact, as a ProCorps trooper she was able to read and process the information even faster, thanks to the assistance of her spectacles. Despite reading the datapad, she was still able to listen to Tenel Ka explain her plan.

"Just before they leave, I can give them a speech about doing their best, and making the Hapes Consortium proud. I can also give them special gifts from the Empire. The gifts will be spectacles and earpieces that I will tell them will help them relax on their journey. I'll also mention that they'll have to go through a brief training program to acclimate them to Imperial methods before they are posted to their ships."

Tenel Ka paused a moment, to see if Governor Garowyn had anything to say, then continued. "By the time they arrive in the Empire, they'll happily accept being put into training. When they are finished, the Empire can keep the ones they want as regular ProCorps troopers. After enough time as passed, say ninety days from when they left, the rest can come back and assume their duties again. They'll also tell others how great serving the Empire was, and encourage them to volunteer for the program."

Seventy-Two knew that while Tenel Ka had command of the Hapan fleet, a large portion of it could mutiny if she was seen as supporting the Empire too much. She knew that there were quite a few Hapan Battle Dragons and other ships now commanded by ProCorps troopers, who would be absolutely loyal to the Empire, but not enough of them. Also, if those ProCorps troopers supported the Queen in supporting the Empire, there was the danger of their ship's other command staff and crews mutinying against them.

Governor Garowyn and Seventy-Two exchanged a glance. Then they both smiled at each other, and Tenel Ka's plan.

"That is brilliant, Zero-One," Governor Garowyn informed her.

Tenel Ka beamed. Seventy-Two did as well.

"But what about our Imperial Officers on board the Hapan ships?"

Tenel Ka had an answer for that as well. "At first, they'll have to obey their Hapan commanders. Unless we appoint the Imperial Officers as the Captains, that is?" She paused and looked questioningly at Governor Garowyn.

"I think it will cause too many problems for us to put Imperial Officers in direct command of Hapan ships—at least at this point," Governor Garowyn replied.

"Yes Mistress, I thought so too." Then she shrugged and continued. "So the Imperial Officers obey their Hapan captains, who obey me, and I obey the Empire." Tenel Ka paused again and smiled with gratitude at Governor Garowyn. "Once I send enough command officers to the ProCorps Academy however, the Imperial Officers can assume command, although it will still have to be in secret, because of the crew."

"That is a very well thought out plan, Zero-One," Governor Garowyn congratulated her.

"Thank you, Mistress," Tenel Ka replied, blushing. "I believe it will only take about six months or so for the Empire to have complete control of the entire Hapan fleet, although it still may have to be in secret."

Governor Garowyn thought about that a moment. "How many of your advisors know about this plan?" she asked.

"None, Mistress," Tenel Ka replied. "I wanted you to be the first to hear it."

"Good girl. Keep it that way for now. I will have to pass it along to Moff Fel, since it will involve the Imperial Navy, but I'm sure he will approve it.

Tenel Ka seemed to almost swoon at the mention that Moff Fel would approve of her plan. "I do have something else that I think you should hear, though, Mistress," she said.

Seventy-Two understood Tenel Ka's happiness at potentially pleasing Moff Fel. She hoped she could do something herself someday that would please him as much as she thought Tenel Ka's plan would.

"By all means, Zero-One," Governor Garowyn replied.

"Thank you, Mistress. I also suggest sending as many female Imperial Officers as possible to start with. That will help keep the non-ProCorps Hapan crew members satisfied. Once the majority of a ship's command staff is composed of either Imperial Officers or ProCorps troopers, then we can put male officers on board."

"Another excellent point, Zero-One," Governor Garowyn replied with a nod of her head.

Seventy-Two was still reading through Tenel Ka's proposal. She already had a preliminary list for the first group of Hapan Officers to be sent to the ProCorps Academy. All of them exhibited the psychological qualities that would allow them to be rapidly trained as ProCorps troopers. She had them divided into two groups.

The first group consisted of officers that Tenel Ka believed either weren't entirely loyal to her, or had the greatest potential for causing problems for the Empire. She also explained why she chose each of them.

The second group was composed of a few dozen of the most beautiful young officers in the fleet. Both groups had official Hapan Navy flat-holos of each officer included. Beauty was very highly regarded in the Hapes Consortium. Seventy-Two was sure that the Empire would be very pleased with them, and that they would be very happy once they completed the training. Tenel Ka had also listed which ships would be best for the Imperial Officers to be assigned to.

"Thank you, Mistress," Tenel Ka responded.

"Seventy-Two, do you have anything to add?" Governor Garowyn asked her.

"Only that this is a really good plan, Mistress. Zero-One has really thought this out well," Seventy-Two replied, smiling towards Tenel Ka.

"Yes, I think so too, and I'm sure Moff Fel will as well," she agreed. "But for now, I think Zero-One should be rewarded. Let's go someplace a little more appropriate, girls."

On the way to the Queen's bedchamber, they passed Tenel Ka's identical twin cousins Trista and Taryn Zel. Both looked quite a bit like the Queen as well. Smiling evilly, Governor Garowyn brought them along. Once they arrived in the Queen's bedchamber, Governor Garowyn ordered all four ProCorps troopers to strip down to their durasteel hardware and boots.

Seventy-Two's heart skipped a beat as all four of them stood in a line at parade rest. At the ProCorps Academy, she had spent quite a bit of time standing a parade rest with other recruits while an officer inspected them, and had always enjoyed it.

"Alright girls, since this is Zero-One's reward, she will have two of you pleasuring her, while I have to endure just one lovely little tongue on my clit," she said with mock sadness. Then looked at Tenel Ka, "And I'll let you have first choice, Zero-One."

That definitely caught Seventy-Two by surprise. She sensed that it surprised Tenel Ka as well. Then she wondered who she would pick. Would it be her? Or her own cousins? Maybe her and either Trista or Taryn?

"I pick Seventy-Two," Tenel Ka said after a moment's hesitation.

"Alright," Governor Garowyn replied with a nod.

Seventy-Two's first thought was to hope that Trista or Taryn would do a good job of pleasuring Governor Garowyn while she was busy with Tenel Ka. While Seventy-Two was personally assigned to Governor Garowyn, she would happily pleasure someone else if her Mistress wanted her to. She was still a ProCorps trooper after all, and would cheerfully fuck anyone that Governor Garowyn ordered her to. Then she wondered which cousin she'd be paired with to pleasure the Queen.

"And I want to pick you, Mistress," Tenel Ka said tentatively.

Now Seventy-Two's eyes popped open in shock. She hadn't even considered that.

"You don't very well expect me to lick your slutty little pussy, do you Zero-One?" Governor Garowyn asked her frostily.

"No Mistress!" Tenel Ka replied quickly. "I wanted you to fuck my ass with my strap-on while Seventy-Two fucks my slutty pussy with hers," she explained.

Seventy-Two let out a sigh of relief. That was much better. Not as good as if Tenel Ka had asked to be allowed to pleasure Governor Garowyn for her reward, but better.

"Well that's good for you, but what about me?" Governor Garowyn asked her. "I know I said this is your reward, Zero-One, but really, you should consider others as well."

Tenel Ka was crestfallen. Seventy-Two was as well, and shot the Hapan Queen a look of reproach. Reward or no reward, Governor Garowyn's pleasure should come first.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Tenel Ka said remorsefully.

Governor Garowyn stared back at her a few seconds. Then her face broke out into a smile. "Oh, alright, Zero-One, I'll fuck your ass," she told her.

Tenel Ka instantly perked up. "Thank you Mistress!"

"I'm sure some one around here can make it up to me later," Governor Garowyn said, obviously to the group.

All four ProCorps troopers quickly promised to make it up to her.

"Alright, alright girls," Governor Garowyn said, shushing them. "But right now, Seventy-Two and I have to reward the Queen." Then she turned to Tenel Ka. "How would you like to be prepared, Your Majesty?"

Minutes later, Seventy-Two had Tenel Ka's wrist stretched over her head and chained to the ceiling. The one-meter-long spreader bar was between her ankles, magnetically locked to the hidden ankle shackles in her boots. Each ankle was also chained to the floor. Her left arm was also stretched over her head, with a chain running from her bicep cuff to the ceiling.

Seventy-Two had attached the twenty-three centimeter dildo to the front of her chastity belt. Tenel Ka also had her gag herself with a harness cock gag.

"Now gag me with the other one," Tenel Ka instructed her next.

Seventy-Two obediently raised the cock gag to her mouth. Tenel Ka opened wide and she pushed the gag in, then she started pulling the straps of the harness tight around her head.

While Seventy-Two had been preparing Tenel Ka for her reward, Governor Garowyn was giving Trista and Taryn some instructions.

"Trista, I want to restrain both of you spread-eagle on Zero-One's bed. Go get me eight chains long enough for that," she said, gesturing towards the nearer of the twins.

"Um, I'm Taryn, Your Excellency," she replied as she walked towards the closet.

"Oh, sorry," Governor Garowyn called after her. "And from now on, when we're in private, call me Mistress," she added to both of them.

"Yes Mistress," they replied.

Taryn returned a minute later carrying eight lengths of chain, with maglocks on each end of them.

"Okay, Taryn, lay down on Zero-One's bed," she instructed Trista.

"I'm Trista, Mistress," she replied as she laid down and spread her limbs apart.

"Whatever," Governor Garowyn said with annoyance.

"Okay, Trista, chain Taryn spread eagle, tight," she instructed Taryn.

"I'm T—" both girls started to say.

"Oh Son of a mynock!" Governor Garowyn exclaimed. "Look, you—" she pointed to Taryn—"chain her—" she pointed to Trista—"to the bed."

"Yes Mistress, sorry, Mistress," both girls replied quickly, as Trista began chaining her sister to her cousin's bedposts.

After Trista got both of Taryn's arms restrained, Governor Garowyn unlocked their chastity belts, and had Trista remove Taryn's, and her own. Then Trista attached the chains to the hidden shackles on Taryn's boots.

Once Taryn was ready, Governor Garowyn had Trista climb atop her sister in the opposite direction, and restrain her own legs, and her left arm. Then she stepped in and attached the last chain to the comlink on Trista's outstretched right arm.




Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 2 Ch. 04



The twins were now chained spread eagle, in a sixty-nine position.

"Now girls, I'm going to let you two play with each other while Seventy-Two and I reward Zero-One. However, since this is her reward, no one is allowed to cum before Zero-One, is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress," both girls answered.

"You can't start before her either, and just to make it interesting, once she cums, each of you only has sixty seconds to cum yourself, or you'll do without, understood?"

"Yes Mistress," they replied with anticipation.

Once again Seventy-Two admired Governor Garowyn's inventiveness. That would ensure that they kept each other just on the edge until Tenel Ka came.

"Ready?" Governor Garowyn asked her as she walked back to where Tenel Ka was restrained.

Since both Seventy-Two and Tenel Ka were gagged, and Tenel Ka was restrained, Seventy-Two smiled through her gag, reached out and tapped the front of Tenel Ka's chastity belt.

Smiling, Governor Garowyn pulled the remote from her pocket and unlocked Tenel Ka's chastity belt as she stepped over to the pouf-couch, and stripped off her pants. Seventy-Two, anticipating her Mistress's needs, was ready to put Tenel Ka's strap-on onto the Imperial Governor. Then, since it was about to go into Tenel Ka's ass, Seventy-Two knelt and started sucking and licking on it to get it wet.

Next Seventy-Two went back to the Hapan Queen, and took her chastity belt off her, then took up position in front of Tenel Ka, while Governor Garowyn stepped around behind her. Simultaneously, they shoved their dildos into her.

Tenel Ka moaned through the gag as both her holes were filled. Seventy-Two quickly matched her rhythm to Governor Garowyn's, so they were both going in and out at the same time. It didn't take them long to get Tenel Ka on the edge.

Minutes later, Tenel Ka screamed out through her gag in orgasm. Governor Garowyn and Seventy-Two kept fucking her.

"Sixty seconds, girls," Governor Garowyn called out to the twins.

Without being told, Seventy-Two glanced down at her chrono, and mentally noted the time; all without missing a stroke.

Seven seconds later, Trista made Taryn cum. Thirty-four seconds after that, Trista came.

"Time's up," Seventy-Two announced somewhat unnecessarily at the sixty second mark.

"Alright twins, stop," Governor Garowyn instructed them as she pulled her strap-on out of Tenel Ka's ass. "No more clit licking," she added as she went to the 'fresher to clean up.

Seventy-Two just kept fucking Tenel Ka though. By the time Governor Garowyn finished, she almost had Tenel Ka to a second orgasm. Seventy-Two could feel Tenel Ka aching for another orgasm through the Force.

"Sorry to spoil your fun, Seventy-Two, but it's time for us to go," Governor Garowyn said as she went over and started getting dressed again.

Both Seventy-Two and Tenel Ka groaned through their gags. As ProCorps troopers though, they both knew they had to obey, and did so happily. Seventy-Two immediately pulled her dildo out of her fellow ProCorps trooper's pussy, causing Tenel Ka to involuntarily groan again. Then, after she was dressed, Governor Garowyn unlocked all three Hapan ProCorps trooper's restraints with her remote, and ordered Trista and Taryn to put their chastity belts back on.

"Alright Zero-One, I am going to give you another hour before your chastity belt has to be on, and leave you Trista and Taryn to play with until then," Governor Garowyn informed her.

"Yes Mistress," Tenel Ka replied with a grin.

Seventy-Two smiled as she got dressed herself. Once that was done, Governor Garowyn and Seventy-Two headed back towards the Imperial Embassy.

As soon as they arrived, Governor Garowyn sent a message High Moff Fel, explaining the Queen's proposal to him. She left out the parts about the Empire taking control of the Hapan fleet. She also told him that she would be dispatching a message drone with more information. He understood what that meant. The HoloNet just couldn't be trusted for some things.

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Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 2 Ch. 05



Authoress's notes: This story takes place approximately six months after the events of Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. In case you haven't read Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, I'll summarize it for you first:

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472

Jaina Solo, mentally and physically exhausted from killing her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, accepts Jagged Fel's invitation join him in the Empire. Once she arrives, she agrees to attend Imperial basic training, hoping the intense and disciplined regimen will take her mind off her problems.

Mid-way through training, she puts in for a transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corps. There she is given her new serial number and identity, and is trained to sexually pleasure all Imperial personal, both male and female. Imperial ProCorps trooper SX-51472, or Seventy-Two for short, is born.

After various assignments, Seventy-Two finds herself assigned to a remote station under the command of Captain Garowyn, who as it turns out, didn't die on Kashyyyk like everyone had thought. During her time there, Seventy-Two learns that Jysellsa Horn is planning on attending the ProCorps Academy, and that Tenel Ka, Queen Mother of the Hapes Consortium, already has.

Next, Seventy-Two is assigned to the newly-promoted Admiral Garowyn's Star Destroyer, Admiral Daala. Soon Natisi Daala, now the Galactic Alliance's Chief of State, visits her namesake ship and brings along Seventy-Two's former friend, Syal Antilles.

During the visit, Admiral Garowyn displays Seventy-Two's obedience by having her masturbate for Chief Daala. As a result, Chief Daala and Admiral Garowyn decide that Syal will stay on board the ship, with the private hope that she will join the ProCorps as well.

Their plan is a rousing success. With Seventy-Two happily guiding her, Syal Antilles learns to service the Daala's Officers, including Admiral Garowyn. Then she resigns from the Galactic Alliance Starfigher Command and leaves to become an Imperial Prostitute.

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 Episode II: The Hapan Harem

"Alright Zero-One, I am going to give you another hour before your chastity belt has to be on, and leave you Trista and Taryn to play with until then," Governor Garowyn informed her.

"Yes Mistress," Tenel Ka replied with a grin.

Seventy-Two smiled as she got dressed herself. Once that was done, Governor Garowyn and Seventy-Two headed back towards the Imperial Embassy.

As soon as they arrived, Governor Garowyn sent a message High Moff Fel, explaining the Queen's proposal to him. She left out the parts about the Empire taking control of the Hapan fleet. She also told him that she would be dispatching a message drone with more information. He understood what that meant. The HoloNet just couldn't be trusted for some things.

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High Moff Fel loved the plan. He said that he would need a week to assemble and brief the Imperial Officers. The communique also included a joint press release for the Hapan Queen to issue. He also instructed Governor Garowyn to pass on his sincere thanks to Her Majesty for coming up with such an excellent proposal.

In an attached message, under heavier encryption, Moff Fel thanked Governor Garowyn for the flat-holos of both Tenel Ka and SX-51472. He also instructed her to thank Her Majesty specially for her proposal on his behalf.

Governor Garowyn smiled as she read Moff Fel's private message. Even with the military grade encryption, he hadn't said anything incriminating. Oh, the part about her thanking Tenel Ka specially could lead some people to wonder, as could the mention of the flat-holos, but in both cases, there was really nothing there.

Most people would probably connect it with the fact that the two girls were his friends. Or at least they used to be, Governor Garowyn thought with satisfaction. Before he had them put in their proper place and turned them into the Empire's sluts.

She closed the message and leaned back in her chair. Now she had to think of something else special to do for—or perhaps to—Tenel Ka. She reached out, and tapped the comm on her desk. "Seventy-Two, step in here please," she said.

"Yes Ma'am," she replied. Less than five seconds later, Seventy-Two was standing in front of her desk, at parade rest.

"Seventy-Two, Moff Fel has instructed me to thank Zero-One specially for her officer exchange proposal. Do you have any ideas on how I can do this?" she asked.

Seventy-Two thought a moment. "I assume physical punishment won't be enough, Ma'am?"

"No. Something that she doesn't usually get to experience. It will still have to be discreet though," Governor Garowyn replied.

"Well, she doesn't get to have sex very often now." To Seventy-Two's knowledge, Tenel Ka hadn't orgasmed since she had proposed the plan to Governor Garowyn, nearly a week ago. "Maybe let her masturbate, or she can be fucked?"

Governor Garowyn thought a few moments. "I know, when our Imperial Officers arrive, I'll allow her to welcome them to the Hapes Consortium—however they want her too!"

"All of them?" Seventy-Two asked.

Governor Garowyn frowned. "Point. We do have an Empire to run here, after all."

After some discussion, they settled on a lottery to see who the lucky Imperial Officer would be.

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Two weeks later, the Imperial Officers arrived. There were one hundred and eighty-four women, and sixteen men. They had all been briefed on the current status of the Hapes Consortium, so they knew how important discretion was. Still, Governor Garowyn had them attend another briefing.

Once they were all settled in, Governor Garowyn approached the podium at the front of the room. Seventy-Two felt proud, and aroused, at the sight of all the Imperial uniforms, especially since they were here to take over the Hapes Consortium.

"I know you are all eager to get to your assignments, and learn more about the Hapan culture—" she had to pause while they all chuckled—"But there is someone I want to introduce you to today."

From the left side of the stage, Seventy-Two announced, ""The Queen Mother of the Hapes Consortium, Her Majesty Tenel Ka Chume Ta' Djo!"

Then she tugged Tenel Ka's leash, and led her onto the stage. The Hapan Queen was wearing her ProCorps collar, corset, chastity belt, boots, and chrono/comlink, her bicep cuffs, and nothing else.

The crowd was composed of highly disciplined Imperial Officers. Still, they were only human. They stood and cheered loudly.

The two ProCorps troopers walked across the stage, and stopped a meter from the podium. Tenel Ka faced the crowd, and snapped to parade rest, to more applause.

Seventy-Two stood off to the side, holding her leash.

Governor Garowyn waved the crowd to silence. "Alright, Ladies and Gentlemen, I have a special surprise for you. I am going to allow Tenel Ka here to personally welcome one of you to the Consortium."

The Imperial Officers cheered again, then quickly settled back down.

"Now, since we don't have time for her to personally welcome all of you, we had a random drawing a little while ago." Then she glanced down at her datapad. "And the winner is, Commander Michelle Okiina!"

After some brief groans, the Imperials all cheered good-naturedly for the trim brunette as she marched up to the stage. Seventy-Two happily handed Tenel Ka's leash to her. Tenel Ka stayed at parade rest, with her eyes straight forward.

"Now, Commander Okiina, if anyone asks, Tenel Ka here is giving you a little tour of her Palace, okay?"

"Yes Your Excellency," Commander Okiina replied, smiling.

"Good, remember your orders concerning your behavior in public, and don't miss your flight in the morning," Governor Garowyn instructed her.

"Yes Your Excellency," she replied again.

Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel was waiting backstage for Commander Okiina and Tenel Ka, with the Queen's Dathomir Lizard-hide outfit. She explained that Governor Garowyn had ordered her to accompany them to the Palace, to make sure everything went smoothly.

The rest of the Imperial Officers weren't too disappointed though. Governor Garowyn told them that fifty of the Queen's advisors and Hapan Officers had volunteered to personally welcome each Imperial Officer to the Empire, in the privacy of their hotel rooms. She then told them that the schedule for their welcome had already been sent to their datapads.

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Two days later, the Hapan Officers were ready to depart. They all filed into the same auditorium that the Imperials had used. Waiting on each seat was a small gift-wrapped box, that they had been told not to open yet.

Tenel Ka entered, wearing her Dathomir lizard-hides, with her ProCorps boots and chrono/comlink clearly visible, as well as her chastity belt, corset, and black collar underneath. She reminded them that they would have to obey orders from men, but it would only be for a few months. She also told them to do their best, and make the Hapes Consortium proud. Then she told them that their gift was a very special set of spectacles and earpieces that would help them relax on their journey.

"They might take a little getting used to, but your Queen is ordering you to wear them the entire trip. Is that understood?"

"Yes Your Majesty!" they replied obediently.

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Over the next few weeks, the Imperial officers integrated themselves into the Hapan fleet. There were a few complaints from the ships' Hapan Captains and Admirals, but Tenel Ka took care of them, after Governor Garowyn had approved her solutions. Tenel Ka also prepared the second round of Hapans to be sent to the Empire.

Governor Garowyn started receiving more and more information directly from the Imperial Officers, as well as reports from the Hapan ProCorps troopers that they hadn't sent to their Queen. The first time Tenel Ka received orders from the Imperial Governor concerning something she didn't know about, she was afraid she had sent a report without having read it and making her recommendations. Governor Garowyn calmly explained that she was now receiving some reports that Tenel Ka wasn't, and the Queen quickly calmed down, and apologized for her confusion.

Tenel Ka did still read her Royal decrees, and respectfully made recommendations on the increasing number that had been written for her by her Imperial Masters. There was never much revision needed, other than a few turns of phrase that Tenel Ka wouldn't have used, but Governor Garowyn would politely review her decision again, and had Seventy-Two revise them as appropriate.

Even before Governor Garowyn's arrival, the Hapan Royal Chefs hadn't been doing very much cooking for the Queen and her advisors. After Governor Garowyn's diner at the Palace, Tenel Ka had started having her Chefs send food to the Imperial Embassy every day. Needless to say, the entire Embassy staff greatly preferred the Hapan cuisine.

Seventy-Two looked over the Governor's order to send the Embassy cooks back to the Empire, and her request for more security staff. Ever since Governor Garowyn had ordered the Hapan ProCorps troopers to come to the Embassy as often as possible, the security officers had been overwhelmed with strip-searching and fucking them.

Seventy-Two pressed the first quick-call button on her comlink. "Governor Garowyn, may I come to your office?" she asked her.

"Of course, Seventy-Two," she replied.

Seventy-Two stood and stepped into the Governor office. She went to parade rest just in front of her desk.

"You may sit," Governor Garowyn told her without looking up. "And speak."

"Thank you Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied as she sat down. "I think I have a solution to our security staffing problem, Your Excellency," she said.

Governor Garowyn stopped what she was doing, and looked up at her. "Go on."

"What if we re-train the kitchen staff to be security officers? It would save the Empire the cost of transporting them back, and sending more security officers."

"Excellent Idea, Seventy-Two. But I prefer security officers that want to be here." The she thought a few moments. "See if they want to volunteer though, I'm sure they'll be happy to strip search some of the Hapan sluts."

"Yes, Your Excellency, I'm sure they will," Seventy-Two agreed.

"You may masturbate now, as a reward for such a good idea," she said as she picked up the remote on her desk and unlocked Seventy-Two's uniform belt and chastity belt.

"Thank you Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied enthusiastically as she undressed.

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When given the choice of going back to the Empire and cooking food somewhere, or strip-searching and fucking beautiful, submissive Hapan ProCorps troopers, one hundred percent of the Embassy cooks opted to stay. Of course, they needed to be trained in their new duties, but the Hapan ProCorps troopers were eager to volunteer to pretend to smuggle contraband into the Imperial Embassy.

Over the next few months, nearly twelve hundred officers were exchanged between the Hapes Consortium and the Empire. Six weeks after they left, a few dozen Hapan officers returned, and happily spread the word about how great serving in the Empire was. They were all quickly given command of their own ships, with Imperial Officers as their second-in-commands, who were actually in charge.

Tenel Ka began having so many volunteers for the officer exchange program that she had to recommend to Governor Garowyn which Hapan Officers shouldn't go, yet, instead of which ones should go. Only a handful of the Imperial Officers returned to the Empire, and all of those were for disciplinary reasons. There were a few more grumblings about the number of Imperials that were Command Officers in the Hapan Fleet, especially the men that had started to arrive, but Tenel Ka efficiently smoothed things over.

As Governor Garowyn got a better feel for ruling the Hapes Consortium, Tenel Ka's recommendations became more and more unnecessary. This left the Hapan Queen with a lot of free time. She mentioned this to Governor Garowyn at one of their frequent informal dinners at the Palace.

"Well, as matter of fact, Zero-One, I have considering some changes to your duties," Governor Garowyn replied after she took a swallow of the Hapan wine she was drinking. "Since I have come to Hapes, I have naturally become the real ruler of the Consortium, and have generously reduced the amount of time you have to pretend to be Queen as much as possible, so you can better focus on your true role as a ProCorps trooper."

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress," Tenel Ka replied, then she took a swallow of her water, and waited patiently.

"You understand that all Hapan ProCorps troopers are fundamentally equal, right?" Governor Garowyn asked. "Some just have duties that require them to pretend to be more important than their fellow troopers."

"Yes Mistress," Tenel Ka answered.

"Good. Now, how much time do you need a day to handle your phony Royal duties, as they are now?"

Tenel Ka thought a few moments. "Probably five or six hours a day, Mistress," she replied.

"Okay, from now on, you may spend no more than five hours a day acting as Queen. The rest of the the time you will be assigned other duties in the Palace," Governor Garowyn informed her.

"Yes Mistress," Tenel Ka answered obediently.

Seventy-Two sensed that Tenel Ka was very curious about what her new duties would be. She was a ProCorps trooper however, and remained silent. After a few moments, Governor Garowyn explained them.

"You have lived like a Queen—"she paused to chuckle, "—for far to long. From this point forward, you will be responsible for cleaning your quarters, and you will be assigned other tasks as a Palace maid when you complete your Royal duties. If you complete them in less than your five hours, then you will assume your cleaning duties early."

Governor Garowyn went on to explain that Tenel Ka would only be allowed to wear her Dathomiri lizard-hides, when absolutely necessary. The rest of the time, she would have to wear the same uniform as the rest of the Palace staff. Tenel Ka was also forbidden from sleeping in her own bed anymore, since she wasn't acting as the Queen while she was asleep. Instead, she would sleep leashed to the foot of her own empty bed.

Tenel Ka seemed to be looking forward to her new duties. Seventy-Two understood completely, ProCorps troopers needed to be kept busy serving the Empire, not wasting time pretending to be things they weren't.

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Galactic Alliance Chief of State Daala's office, Coruscant. . .

"Good Afternoon, General Antilles, Master Horn," Lysa greeted them as they walked into Chief Daala's reception area. She had once thought of the former man as her father, and the latter as a close family friend, practically a second father.

Now, Lysa Truden, formerly Syal Antilles, was an Imperial ProCorps trooper on loan to the Galactic Alliance Chief of State as her personal assistant. She also happily performed whatever other duties Chief Daala wanted her to, no matter how personal.

"Afternoon," General Antilles replied morosely.

Master Horn simply nodded towards her, but his expression was equally unhappy.

"I'm very sorry, but Chief Daala has just received a very urgent comm call. I'm sure she won't be long, though," she told them. Lysa knew that was a lie. Chief Daala was just going over some routine reports. She had told her to keep them waiting for at least twenty minutes, to subtly send the message that their time and concerns weren't important to her.

"Would either of you like some caf or something while you wait?" Lysa offered, wondering if Master Horn would sense her lying, and what his reaction would be. In spite of their dour moods, and the fact that she appeared to be about forty years younger than them, Lysa noticed both of them checking her out.

She couldn't blame them for that. Neither had had sex with their wives in awhile, so they were both bound to be lonely. Thanks to the Empire, she looked a few years younger than she had before, her breasts were larger, and her waist was smaller. That was due to her strict workout regimen, and her durasteel corset that she wore underneath her uniform. She loved her new look, and the Empire that had given it to her.

"No thanks," Master Horn replied.

General Antilles had turned to gaze at the newly installed statue of former Chief of State Leia Organa Solo that was near the wall. Master Horn's attention was split between her and the statue.

The life size statues of five former Chief of States were free-standing, each about a meter from the wall. There was enough room between each of them to walk, so visitors could study each one from every angle, if they wanted. The statues were of Mon Mothma, Leia Organa Solo, Ponc Gavisom, Borsk Fey'lya, and Cal Omas.

"Chief Daala had them put in to inspire her in running the Galactic Alliance," Lysa explained as she walked over to them in her eighteen-centimeter heeled ProCorps boots. She had wondered why Chief Daala had been so secretive when the statue of Chief Organa Solo had been installed. She had ordered her not to mention the extra security though, so she didn't.

"I find that hard to believe," General Antilles said after a few moments.

Master Horn simply nodded his agreement, and kept glancing over towards Lysa, then back to the statues of the former Chief of States.

Since part of her duties were keeping guests entertained while they waited for Chief Daala, along with reporting on their moods and anything else that she thought Chief Daala might need to know about them, Lysa tried to keep a conversation going with them for a few minutes. Finally though, Master Horn told her to leave them alone, and backed up the command with the Force.




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Nearly twenty-five minutes after they had arrived, Chief Daala came out of her office in a rush. "Oh, General Antilles, Master Horn," she greeted them. "I'm terribly sorry, but I'm going to have to cancel our meeting today."

"What!?" General Antilles nearly shouted. Master Horn simply stared at her in silence.

"Lysa, reschedule them for next week sometime," Chief Daala told her as she hurried out of the office.

"Yes, Your Excellency," Lysa called after her.

In spite of Chief Daala's offer, both men left without scheduling an appointment.

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Just over six months after implementing the officer exchange program, the Empire had control of every capital ship in the Hapan Fleet. All of the Captains were ProCorps troopers, and each had an Imperial First Officer. Each ship's entire command staff was composed of either Imperial Officers, or Hapan ProCorps troopers. Every support ship down to sixty meters also had a ProCorps trooper Captain.

Governor Garowyn assumed more and more of direct control of the Consortium. She instructed the Imperials and ProCorps troopers to send all reports directly to her, and stop sending them to the Queen at all. Governor Garowyn also instructed Tenel Ka that she no longer required her input for her decisions.

Tenel Ka simply signed Governor Garowyn's decisions, and implemented them. Governor Garowyn still passed some information along though, in case the Hapan holojournalists started asking her questions. In fact, that was the only reason she even read what Governor Garowyn sent her to sign.

Since Tenel Ka no longer had to make recommendations, Governor Garowyn cut her 'Queen' time down to two hours a day, three days a week. Many days all she did was make a brief public appearance, to let the Hapan populace know that she was still there.

Soon after the Empire gained direct control of the Hapan Fleet, the Galactic Alliance Chief of State made an official visit to the Hapes Consortium. Upon her arrival, Tenel Ka invited her to a private dinner at the Palace. While Chief Daala knew that the Empire was now pretty much running the Hapes Consortium, she still didn't know to what extent.

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Authoress's notes: This story takes place approximately six months after the events of Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. In case you haven't read Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, I'll summarize it for you first:

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472

Jaina Solo, mentally and physically exhausted from killing her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, accepts Jagged Fel's invitation join him in the Empire. Once she arrives, she agrees to attend Imperial basic training, hoping the intense and disciplined regimen will take her mind off her problems.

Mid-way through training, she puts in for a transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corps. There she is given her new serial number and identity, and is trained to sexually pleasure all Imperial personal, both male and female. Imperial ProCorps trooper SX-51472, or Seventy-Two for short, is born.

After various assignments, Seventy-Two finds herself assigned to a remote station under the command of Captain Garowyn, who as it turns out, didn't die on Kashyyyk like everyone had thought.

Next, Seventy-Two is assigned to the newly-promoted Admiral Garowyn's Star Destroyer, Admiral Daala. Soon Natasi Daala, now the Galactic Alliance's Chief of State, visits her namesake ship and brings along Seventy-Two's former friend, Syal Antilles.

During the visit, Admiral Garowyn displays Seventy-Two's obedience by having her masturbate for Chief Daala. As a result, Chief Daala and Admiral Garowyn decide that Syal will stay on board the ship, with the private hope that she will join the ProCorps as well.

Their plan is a rousing success. With Seventy-Two happily guiding her, Syal Antilles learns to service the Daala's Officers, including Admiral Garowyn. Then she resigns from the Galactic Alliance Starfigher Command and leaves to become an Imperial Prostitute.

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 Episode II: The Hapan Harem

Tenel Ka simply signed Governor Garowyn's decisions, and implemented them. Governor Garowyn still passed some information along though, in case the Hapan holojournalists started asking her questions. In fact, that was the only reason she even read what Governor Garowyn sent her to sign.

Since Tenel Ka no longer had to make recommendations, Governor Garowyn cut her 'Queen' time down to two hours a day, three days a week. Many days all she did was make a brief public appearance, to let the Hapan populace know that she was still there.

Soon after the Empire gained direct control of the Hapan Fleet, the Galactic Alliance Chief of State made an official visit to the Hapes Consortium. Upon her arrival, Tenel Ka invited her to a private dinner at the Palace. While Chief Daala knew that the Empire was now pretty much running the Hapes Consortium, she still didn't know to what extent.

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"Ah, Chief Daala, so nice to see you again," Governor Garowyn said, as the Galactic Alliance Chief of State entered one of the dining rooms in the Fountain Palace.

"Thank you Ambassador Garowyn," she replied. Then she shook her head. "I'm sorry, I meant Governor Garowyn, and congratulations on the promotion. I hope that a Moff-ship is in your future as well, if you don't me saying so."

Governor Garowyn laughed softly. "Well, I'm working towards something like that, and not at all," she answered.

Seventy-Two glanced at the aide that had accompanied Chief Daala. She was wearing a Galactic Alliance dress uniform, except for the belt which had the GA emblem on it, just like a ProCorps trooper's belt had the Imperial Emblem. Then Seventy-Two glanced at her feet, wrists, and neck and spotted the black ProCorps boots, and red durasteel chrono, comlink and collar.

The ProCorps trooper seemed familiar, and even though she was openly serving the Galactic Alliance's Chief of State instead of an Imperial, she seemed very happy and content in her role. That made Seventy-Two wonder if other ProCorps troopers could be assigned to the Galactic Alliance as well.

"Oh, I almost forgot, Governor Garowyn, this is my personal assistant, Lysa Truden. You may remember her as Syal Antilles," Chief Daala informed her with relish.

Seventy-Two was shocked that the girl in front of her had once been Syal, and that she didn't even recognize her.

The Empire had obviously enhanced Lysa Truden as well. She looked several years younger, barely twenty. Her hair was black instead of dark blonde, and her breasts were larger than before, probably as large as Seventy-Two's own were now. She had also had some reconstructive surgery, probably to disguise her while she was assigned to Chief Daala.

Governor Garowyn looked at the ProCorps trooper, then smiled at Chief Daala. "Yes, the Empire does excellent work on their girls," she said.

Chief Daala laughed. "Yes they do, don't they? Your Seventy-Two looks at least ten years younger, and her breasts are huge on her small body," she exclaimed.

Seventy-Two smiled politely, but didn't respond, as Chief Daala was obviously talking about her, and not too her. She also noticed that Chief Daala said that Syal was Lysa Truden, not that Governor Garowyn could call her Lysa Truden. Seventy-Two made a mental note to think of her as Lysa Truden from this point forward.

"Yes she does, doesn't she," Governor Garowyn agreed.

"Let's sit down though, if you don't mind?"

"After you," Chief Daala replied.

Two of the chairs at the small square table were noticeably larger and looked more comfortable than the other two. On the table in front of each of the larger chairs was a glass of Hapan wine from the Queen's cellar, as well as an hors d'oeuvre. The other two places only had glasses of water.

As the two ladies headed towards their seats, Seventy-Two deftly slipped around them to pull out Governor Garowyn's chair. As she did, Lysa did the same for Chief Daala. Once both ladies were seated comfortably, the two ProCorps troopers silently slid into their own seats at the square table.

Governor Garowyn and Chief Daala were sitting across from each other. Lysa and Seventy-Two were facing each other as well, with Seventy-Two at Governor Garowyn's right hand, and Lysa at Chief Daala's.

"So, what did you think of the Queen?" Governor Garowyn asked as they settled in.

Both ProCorps troopers knew that the question wasn't directed at either of them.

"I was pleasantly surprised," Chief Daala responded. "In the past, she had always been rather stand-offish with me. This time she was very polite, and seemed genuinely happy to see me. She even offered to take me on a personal tour of the Palace. And I did notice that she referred to it as the Palace, and not my Palace."

"Good," Governor Garowyn replied with a nod. "The Empire has taught her how to behave around its allies. I also highly recommend you take her up on the offer of the personal tour, especially of the Royal dungeons."

Chief Daala took a swallow of her wine and nodded her head in reply.

"As for it being just the Palace and not her Palace, I'll let you ask her that yourself when she arrives."

Chief Daala glanced around the table. There weren't any empty chairs, nor room for one at the table. "Will the Queen be dining with us?" she asked in confusion.

Governor Garowyn chuckled lightly. "Not exactly, but she'll be here," she replied mysteriously.

Chief Daala looked back at her curiously, and shrugged her shoulders. The she took a bite of the hors d'oeuvre that was in front of her.

"Wow! This is delicious!" she exclaimed. Then she regained her composure. "I must commend your chefs."

Governor Garowyn took a bite of her own before replying. "Yes, this is one of my favorites as well. But the Hapan Royal Chefs have prepared our meal. The do all of the cooking for the Embassy now as well." Then she leaned back, and touched her stomach. "I've had to spend quite a bit of extra time in the gym to work off all those extra kilos," she commented with a smile.

Chief Daala took another bite, then let out a satisfied sigh. "I believe that," she said, obviously referring to spending more time in the gym. "Do the Royal Chefs cook for the Queen anymore?"

"Yes, but you wouldn't want what Tenel Ka and her advisors get. And since the Embassy doesn't have to cook anything anymore, I save the Empire quite a few credits."

Before Chief Daala could reply, Seventy-Two received a signal from Colonel Espara, who was waiting outside. "Excuse me, Governor Garowyn. Tenel Ka is ready," she informed her.

"Oh, good, tell her to come on in," Governor Garowyn replied.

Seventy-Two relayed the message to Colonel Espara, and the ornate double doors opened.

"The Queen Mother of the Hapes Consortium, Her Majesty Tenel Ka Chume Ta' Djo," Colonel Espara announced as Tenel Ka entered the room.

Chief Daala, out of reflex, leaned forward and began to rise out of respect to a fellow Head of State. Before she had risen off the thickly padded seat though, she glanced at Governor Garowyn, who was still sitting comfortably in her chair. Quickly and smoothly, Chief Daala sat back down and relaxed. Then she got a better look at the Hapan Queen, and smiled wickedly.

When the Queen had met her shuttle at the hanger, she had been wearing a tight-fitting purple-and-brown lizard-hide outfit. Her black high heeled boots had looked exactly like Lysa's. She had also been wearing silver armbands on her biceps, and a large silver cuff-style bracelet that was similar to Lysa's chrono and comlink on her wrist. Her lightsaber was on her hip as well, and the Hapan Crown was on her head. When she had looked closer, Chief Daala had spotted the top edge of a black durasteel collar around her throat, as well.

Now the Hapan Queen was wearing glossy black pumps with towering stiletto heels and wide ankle straps. Her legs were encased in black lashaa silk stockings that ended in glossy black bands a few centimeters below her crotch. The bands were visible because the dress she was wearing was so short. In fact, it was so short that the diners could catch glimpses of her chastity belt as she walked.

The dress was also made out of black lashaa silk, only slightly thicker than the stockings. The top of the strapless dress came up just past her corset, barely covering her nipples. Over the front of the dress was a bright white lashaa silk apron, tied tightly around her small waist. Centered on the front of the apron was the Imperial Emblem, with the words Imperial Prostitute HC-00001 curving underneath it.

Tenel Ka was still wearing her durasteel armbands, and her chrono/comlink on her right wrist. The Queen Mother of the Hapes Consortium also had a wide gleaming durasteel collar locked around her throat. Her Crown was still sitting firmly on her head. Seventy-Two sensed that she wanted only one thing; to make the Empire, and Governor Garowyn proud.

The Queen stopped just under a meter from the table. "Good afternoon Your Excellencies," she greeted them as she expertly curtseyed with her one hand. Then she went to parade rest.

"And good afternoon to you as well, Zero-One," Governor Garowyn replied.

Chief Daala was fighting to hold back her laughter. "I must say Your Majesty, I think your current attire is much more suitable for the Queen of the Hapes Consortium than Dathomir lizard-hide," she commented with amusement.

While Seventy-Two didn't agree with Chief Daala's underlying contempt for Tenel Ka, she did agree that a maid's uniform was more suitable for her than Dathomir lizard-hide.

"Thank you Your Excellency," Tenel Ka replied politely.

"It is okay if I still call her Your Majesty, isn't it?" Chief Daala asked Governor Garowyn.

"Of course," Governor Garowyn replied with a friendly smile. "She'll answer to any name you choose."

"Thanks," Chief Daala said. "I don't want to offend my hosts, but it's just so amusing." Then she looked back at Tenel Ka, and noticed that something was missing. "Say, where is your lightsaber Your Majesty?"

"In my dressing room, Your Excellency. Governor Garowyn doesn't allow me to carry it in the Palace."

"Hm-mm," Chief Daala replied with a nod of her head.

"Actually, Chief Daala, that wasn't her real lightsaber at all," Governor Garowyn interjected.

"It wasn't?" Chief Daala replied in confusion.

"Tell her, Zero-One," Governor Garowyn instructed her.

"Yes Mistress," Tenel Ka replied. "Governor Garowyn doesn't allow me to carry my lightsaber at all in the Hapes Consortium," she explained. "The one I had at the hanger is a training lightsaber. It will ignite, but it would only sting if it touched someone's skin. I carry it in public, to help keep up the illusion that I am a Jedi, and a powerful Hapan Queen."

Chief Daala merely nodded her head, seemingly overwhelmed by the information. She took a swallow of her wine, then said, "I thought you were in constant danger of assignation attempts? Don't you need your lightsaber to defend yourself?" she asked with mock concern.

"On no, Your Excellency," Tenel Ka replied, shaking her head vigorously. "The Empire has brought peace and security to the Hapes Consortium. Now I am completely safe, as are all Hapans."

"What Zero-One means is," Governor Garowyn interjected again, "Other than a few that were already working with the Empire, every noble or high ranking Hapan has gone through ProCorps training. Those were the people plotting against her. Now the only danger is from a lone crack-pot or some fringe plot, which every politician faces."

"Well, you had better keep Seventy-Two here locked up. She has a history of assassinating Heads of State, and didn't even let things like him being her twin brother get in her way," Chief Daala said with amusement, and a little malevolence. "Then there's the fact the she assassinated Tsavong Lah, and led a mission to kidnap the Corellian Prime Minister."

Governor Garowyn chuckled. "Trust me, Chief Daala, while Jaina Solo was a dangerous Jedi, Seventy-Two here is completely harmless. Aren't you Seventy-Two?"

"Yes Ma'am," Seventy-Two agreed cheerfully. She was also once again very grateful to the Empire for helping her disassociate herself from her previous life.

"Oh, good," Chief Daala replied, visibly, and overly dramatically, relieved. Then she turned back towards Tenel Ka. "I hope you've shown the proper gratitude to the Empire for all they've done for you and your people," she said to the Hapan Queen.

Tenel Ka glanced at Governor Garowyn before replying. "I try to every day, Your Excellency."

Seventy-Two sensed that Tenel Ka was very sincere about showing the proper gratitude towards the Empire for all they'd done for her. It was easy for her to understand, since Seventy-Two had the same feelings herself.

"Oh, there's one more thing I wanted to show you before we eat," Governor Garowyn exclaimed. "Zero-One, give Chief Daala your crown."

"Yes Mistress," Tenel Ka replied as she carefully took the heavy, jewel encrusted crown off her head and passed it to Chief Daala.

"Read the inscription on the inside," Governor Garowyn encouraged her.

Chief Daala tilted the heavy crown and looked at the inside. On the inside of the front of the crown was a small Imperial Emblem, perhaps four centimeters across, then the words Imperial Property, followed by another Imperial Emblem.

Chief Daala burst out in laughter, generously leaned over and showed the inscription to Lysa, who giggled with delight. Then Chief Daala passed it back to Tenel Ka.

"How did you feel when they put Imperial Property on the Hapan Crown?" she asked Tenel Ka.

"Actually, it was her idea," Governor Garowyn answered for her.

Chief Daala laughed again as Tenel Ka handed the crown to Seventy-Two, who then carefully placed the Crown back on her fellow ProCorps trooper's head.

"Well, it was a great idea, Your Majesty," she told her.

"Thank you, Your Excellency," Tenel Ka responded cheerfully.

"Why did Seventy-Two put your crown back on you though, Your Majesty," Chief Daala asked, puzzled.

"Oh, Governor Garowyn doesn't allow me to put one of my Crowns on myself. Only an Imperial can crown me," Tenel Ka replied.

Chief Daala nodded her approval towards Governor Garowyn. "Good idea as well, Your Excellency," she said with a genuine smile.

"Thank you, Your Excellency," she replied. "Alright, Seventy-Two, help our server finish getting ready, so we can eat," Governor Garowyn instructed her.

"Yes Ma'am," Seventy-Two replied as she obediently slid her chair back and stood up.

Tenel Ka followed her over to a heavily polished and engraved wooden sideboard. Seventy-Two slid a drawer open and started pulling out some things that Tenel Ka would need.

First Seventy-Two pulled Tenel Ka's arms behind her back and locked her bicep cuffs together. Then she put the serving tray against her stomach hand wrapped the nerfhide belt around her waist. The belt had a magnetic lock. Seventy-Two also locked Tenel Ka's wrist to the belt, behind her back.

A chain was attached to each of the front corners of the tray. In the middle of the chain was a magnetic coupling. Seventy-Two attached the coupling to the front of Tenel Ka's collar. Since the chain was premeasured just for Tenel Ka, the tray was perfectly level with the floor. Now the Hapan Queen was ready to serve her dinner guests. She curtseyed again, as best she could restrained, then stepped out to get the appetizers.

When the Hapan Queen returned, she walked up to the table between Governor Garowyn and Seventy-Two. Since Tenel Ka's arm was restrained, Seventy-Two served the Governor, then Tenel Ka went around to the opposite corner of the table so Lysa could serve Chief Daala. Then, on Governor Garowyn's instructions, Lysa got her own food. After that, Tenel Ka went back around so Seventy-Two could get something for herself.

"So how are things going in the Galactic Alliance, if I may ask?" Governor Garowyn asked.

Chief Daala took a bite of her appetizer that Tenel Ka had just brought out. Then she shrugged her shoulders. "About the usual. The Senate just wants to argue. The military wants credits. The Jedi want to meditate on the Force."

Governor Garowyn smiled back at her. "Ah, the Jedi. How are they now that Luke Skywalker's been exiled?"

"Still causing some problems, but nothing a few hundred Mandalorians can't handle if necessary."

Governor Garowyn glanced at Seventy-Two a moment, then nodded her head at Chief Daala. "Is it true that you had Han Solo arrested?"

Now Chief Daala chuckled. "Very true. He's currently incarcerated in a Galactic Alliance MaxSec prison." Then she glanced warily at Seventy-Two, suddenly remembering that she was—biologically, at least—his daughter.

Seventy-Two hadn't spoken to Han and Leia Solo since she was on board the Admiral Daala. She hadn't thought about them in months, or about any of the other Rebels in nearly a year. The Empire had helped her overcome her past. To her, Han Solo was just another Rebel, made famous by enemy propaganda for his illegal exploits against the Empire.

"Oh, don't worry about Seventy-Two, she won't bite," Governor Garowyn said as she followed her glance.

Chief Daala chuckled again, and took a swallow of her wine.

"In fact, Seventy-Two, why don't you tell Chief Daala what you think of the rebellion and the so-called New Republic," Governor Garowyn suggested.

"Yes Ma'am," Seventy-Two replied, turning her head towards Chief Daala. "The Empire brought peace and stability to the galaxy, and the Rebellion was always illegal. I wish the Solos and the other Rebels had failed, even if it meant me never being born. I thank the Empire every day for saving me from that horrible life, Your Excellency," she said emphatically. Then she added, "Chief Daala, thank you very much for arresting Han Solo for all the terrible things he's done over the years. Please don't ever let him out of prison."




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Chief Daala was obviously caught off guard by such an earnest plea from some one that she had once, and still somewhat, considered an enemy. "Well, I certainly don't plan too," she said after a few moments. "And I see that the Empire really has trained you well."

"Thank you, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied sincerely. "And thank you for keeping him locked up as well, Your Excellency."

"I am surprised though, that Princess Leia hasn't started cutting things off you to get you to release him," Governor Garowyn commented.

Chief Daala flashed an evil smile. "Oh she doesn't seem to mind at all. I see her practically all the time, and she hasn't even mentioned him in over a month," she replied mysteriously.

Seventy-Two frowned slightly, and took a swallow of her water. Now that didn't sound like Princess Leia, the woman that she had once thought of as her mother, at all, at least as far as she could remember. Then she shrugged her shoulders. That sort of thing wasn't important to her.

Governor Garowyn stared back at Chief Daala questioningly a few seconds, then took a bite of her own appetizer. "Well, I'm glad you are getting along with her. She can be a powerful adversary, if she chose to."

"I promise you, Governor, I am extremely happy with my relationship with Jedi Organa Solo these days," Chief Daala replied.

"Well, okay then," Governor Garowyn replied, not completely understanding. "Are General Antilles and Master Horn still bothering you about finding their wives and children?"

Chief Daala laughed. "Oh, I stopped listening to them at all several weeks ago as well. Master Horn has taken a leave of absence from the Jedi Order, and returned to Corellia. I've been told that he has started drinking heavily, too. General Antilles is still on Coruscant." The she glanced over at Lysa. "I have Lysa contact him every so often, to let him know that I'm still concerned about the whereabouts of his wife and daughters. For some reason I don't think he believes me though," she added with an amused smile.

Seventy-Two laughed as well, along with Governor Garowyn and Lysa. It was very funny when she thought about it. General Antilles' own daughter assuring him that Chief Daala was concerned that his wife and daughters were missing. Then Seventy-Two glanced over to Chief Daala.

She couldn't possibly imagine ever disliking her, even before her ProCorps training. She had a vague memory of some disparaging stories when she was growing up, but that was obviously typical Rebel propaganda. Chief of State Daala was a wonderful person, and a great leader. Well, as long as she remained a loyal ally of the Empire.

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Tenel Ka spent the next two hours or so obediently bringing out the delicious Hapan cuisine and fine Hapan wine from the Royal cellar. Since she couldn't use her arms, Seventy-Two and Lysa had to do the actually serving for Governor Garowyn and Chief Daala, but they didn't mind at all. They also served themselves smaller portions.

After diner, Tenel Ka took Chief Daala and Lysa on a tour of the Royal dungeons, while Governor Garowyn went back to her office. Seventy-Two had expected to spend some time down there with them as well—and had been looking forward to it—but as a ProCorps trooper, she happily worked at her own desk in Governor Garowyn's reception area.

Chief Daala and the Queen made several public appearances over the next couple of days. Governor Garowyn mostly stayed in her office. Seventy-Two thought this was strange. Even before they had arrived on Hapes, Tenel Ka had been publicly getting friendlier with the Empire, so having Ambassador Garowyn accompany her and Chief Daala wouldn't be out of place.

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Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 2 Ch. 07



Authoress's notes: This story takes place approximately six months after the events of Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. In case you haven't read Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, I'll summarize it for you first:

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472

Jaina Solo, mentally and physically exhausted from killing her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, accepts Jagged Fel's invitation join him in the Empire. Once she arrives, she agrees to attend Imperial basic training, hoping the intense and disciplined regimen will take her mind off her problems.

Mid-way through training, she puts in for a transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corps. There she is given her new serial number and identity, and is trained to sexually pleasure all Imperial personal, both male and female. Imperial ProCorps trooper SX-51472, or Seventy-Two for short, is born.

After various assignments, Seventy-Two finds herself assigned to a remote station under the command of Captain Garowyn, who as it turns out, didn't die on Kashyyyk like everyone had thought.

Next, Seventy-Two is assigned to the newly-promoted Admiral Garowyn's Star Destroyer, Admiral Daala. Soon Natasi Daala, now the Galactic Alliance's Chief of State, visits her namesake ship and brings along Seventy-Two's former friend, Syal Antilles.

During the visit, Admiral Garowyn displays Seventy-Two's obedience by having her masturbate for Chief Daala. As a result, Chief Daala and Admiral Garowyn decide that Syal will stay on board the ship, with the private hope that she will join the ProCorps as well.

Their plan is a rousing success. With Seventy-Two happily guiding her, Syal Antilles learns to service the Daala's Officers, including Admiral Garowyn. Then she resigns from the Galactic Alliance Starfigher Command and leaves to become an Imperial Prostitute.

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 Episode II: The Hapan Harem

Tenel Ka spent the next two hours or so obediently bringing out the delicious Hapan cuisine and fine Hapan wine from the Royal cellar. Since she couldn't use her arms, Seventy-Two and Lysa had to do the actually serving for Governor Garowyn and Chief Daala, but they didn't mind at all. They also served themselves smaller portions.

After diner, Tenel Ka took Chief Daala and Lysa on a tour of the Royal dungeons, while Governor Garowyn went back to her office. Seventy-Two had expected to spend some time down there with them as well—and had been looking forward to it—but as a ProCorps trooper, she happily worked at her own desk in Governor Garowyn's reception area.

Chief Daala and the Queen made several public appearances over the next couple of days. Governor Garowyn mostly stayed in her office. Seventy-Two thought this was strange. Even before they had arrived on Hapes, Tenel Ka had been publicly getting friendlier with the Empire, so having Ambassador Garowyn accompany her and Chief Daala wouldn't be out of place.

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A few days later, as Seventy-Two was working at her desk, she accidentally opened her private comm channel to Governor Garowyn's office. Embarrassed at breaching the Governor's privacy, she quickly reached to disconnect the channel. Mid-motion, she stopped, and listened.

"There is no way Fel can stop us at this point," Governor Garowyn said. "By the time he organizes enough of a fleet to do anything, the Hapes Consortium will be independent."

Seventy-Two's eyes went wide with shock.

"Well, as we discussed, we are ready, and await your signal," came the reply.

Seventy-Two didn't recognize the other voice, but it sounded vaguely familiar. Then it hit her. He was Mandalorian. Governor Garowyn was plotting with Mandos to rebel against the Empire!

"That's all I need you to do. I'll be making my move within a few days," Governor Garowyn replied.

Seventy-Two was horrified. She wished that she could record the conversation, but ProCorps troopers' comlinks couldn't do that, for the privacy of the Imperial Officers they served.

"We'll be waiting," the Mandalorian promised.

Seventy-Two had heard enough, she had to protect the Empire, and report that sleemo's treasonous plans to Moff Fel. Seventy-Two cut the transmission, and quickly began scrolling through her comlink menus. In just a few seconds, she found the top secret, invisible list of comm codes that the Empire had hard wired into every ProCorps troopers' comlink.

The password to access the top secret menu was the serial number of the ProCorps trooper's bunk mate in the Academy. It wasn't so much that a ProCorps trooper had any special attachment towards their bunk mate, it was just a convenient way to add an extra layer of security. Seventy-Two quickly tapped es-ex-five-one-four-seven-three, and the list appeared. Moff Fel's comm code was at the top of the list. Just before she hit enter, Seventy-Two stepped into the reception area's 'fresher, in case Sleemo came out of her office.

The call went to a special comlink that High Moff Fel carried at all times. Only ProCorps troopers could comm him on it, and only for something that the ProCorps trooper thought that he should know about immediately. Like a rebellion against the Empire.

"Go ahead," a serious sounding voice said after the comm call went through. While Seventy-Two spoke into the comlink on her wrist, the voice came through her earpieces.

"Moff Fel! This is Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, on Hapes," Seventy-Two whispered into the comlink.

"What is the problem?" Moff Fel asked simply. He knew that a ProCorps trooper wouldn't call his top secret comm channel unless it was a serious emergency.

"Governor Garowyn is plotting to rebel against the Empire! With Mandos!" she said, her whisper almost turning into a shout.

"Calm down, and tell me how you know this," Moff Fel instructed her.

Seventy-Two quickly told him what she had overheard a few moments before.

"Oh, and when Chief Daala was here, Governor Garowyn spent almost the whole time alone in her office. I thought it was strange, but of course I didn't question Governor Garowyn about it," Seventy-Two added. Now she wished she had. She was terrified that the Empire would lose the Hapes Consortium, and it would all be her fault.

Moff Fel swore. "Okay, stay calm. If she said a few days, it will probably be less. I can't get a fleet there in time, but you can help."

Seventy-Two's spirits immediately rose. "How Moff Fel?" she asked.

"First, don't trust any of the other Imperials. We don't know who all Garowyn has gotten to. I'll notify Tenel Ka, and the rest of the HC series ProCorps troopers. I need you to begin making copies of all the files and anything else you can that Garowyn has, Okay?"

"Yes Moff Fel," Seventy-Two replied.

"Be careful though, I don't want you to get hurt," Moff Fel told her.

Tears came to Seventy-Two's eyes. She was amazed that High Moff Fel was so concerned for a single, lowly ProCorps trooper. "Yes, Moff Fel," she responded.

"Remember to be brave for me and the Empire, and act normally until things are taken care of, okay?"

"Yes Moff Fel," Seventy-Two answered obediently.

Moff Fel ended the call, and Seventy-Two took a few moments to calm herself down. Then she walked back to her desk, and went to work, gathering evidence of Governor Garowyn's treason. Twenty minutes later, Governor Garowyn commed, and told her to come to her office.

"Yes Ma'am," Seventy-Two replied obediently. She glanced at her chrono, and realized that it was time for Governor Garowyn's afternoon pussy licking. Seventy-Two shuddered with revulsion. Then, she calmed herself. Moff Fel's had instructed her to be brave for him and the Empire. She stood up, and walked into Governor Garowyn's office.

"What took you so long?" Governor Garowyn asked. The question was casual though, not suspicious.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I had to lock down my terminal," she said smoothly. That was actually the truth, as she had been in a secure area of the computer system.

"Well, you'll be punished later," Governor Garowyn said as she stripped off her uniform pants. "For now, get they little tongue busy."

"Yes Ma'am," Seventy-Two said as she sank to her knees.

Six minutes later, Seventy-Two came out of Governor Garowyn's office and rushed back to the 'fresher. There she frantically tried to rinse the taste of treason out of her mouth. Then she remembered that she had a toothbrush in her desk drawer. Seventy-Two quickly got it, and spent the next several minutes thoroughly brushing her teeth.

Towards the end of their normal workday, Governor Garowyn commed and told her that they would be going to the Palace after diner, and for her to let Tenel Ka know.

"Yes Ma'am," Seventy-Two replied automatically. Then she commed Tenel Ka.

"Hello, Seventy-Two," Tenel Ka greeted her.

"Hi. Governor Garowyn and I will be stopping by tonight, after diner," Seventy-Two replied.

"Okay. I'll be expecting Her Excellency," Tenel Ka answered after a barely perceptible pause.

From the slight hesitation, she knew that Moff Fel had warned her about Governor Garowyn's treachery. Seventy-Two desperately wanted to talk to her about that, but other than calls to their secret emergency contacts, all ProCorps troopers' communications were recorded and monitored. Still, she couldn't stand the thought of being around that bantha dung any longer than she had too.

"I think we should visit the dungeon," Seventy-Two said casually.

"Okay," Tenel Ka replied. Then after a moment, she added, "Good idea! I'm sure we can find something worth doing for Governor Garowyn down here."

"I certainly hope so," Seventy-Two replied, much happier. Then she realized that Tenel Ka had referred to the dungeon as here, and not there. "Hey, where are you?"

"In the dungeon, Tenel Ka replied with a chuckle.

"Oh. What are you doing?" Seventy-Two asked curiously.

"Scrubbing the shower room floor," she answered.

"Well, I'll let you get back to work then," Seventy-Two told her. In spite of the current crisis, neither one of them even considered shirking their duties. They were loyal subjects of the Empire, after all.

"Thanks, see you tonight," Tenel Ka responded.

Later that evening, Governor Garowyn and Seventy-Two arrived at the Palace. Now that they had a plan for dealing with her, Seventy-Two found Governor Garowyn slightly less repulsive, about like jumping into a pit of bantha dung.

"Good evening, Mistress," Tenel Ka greeted her at the door with a curtsey.

"And good evening to you, as well, Zero-One," Governor Garowyn replied as she walked in. "How are the Palace ProCorps troopers liking their new uniforms?"

"Very well, thank you, Mistress," Tenel Ka replied without missing a beat.

Several days prior, Governor Garowyn had had the Palace staff start wearing a maid's uniform like Tenel Ka had worn at Chief Daala's dinner. The only changes were the high heeled pumps had been swapped out for their ProCorps boots, and none of them, Tenel Ka included, wore a crown.

"Good. All of you are serving me, and the Empire, well."

Seventy-Two fought the urge to retch. While they were chatting, Governor Garowyn had been leading them towards the Queen's former bedchamber. Seventy-Two and Tenel Ka exchanged glances.

"Mistress, can we go to the dungeon tonight?" Seventy-Two asked her. "It would be a good place for you to punish me for taking too long to get to your office."

Governor Garowyn smiled back at her. "Well, since you put it that way," she replied.

In the dungeon's restraint room, Governor Garowyn ordered Seventy-Two to shackle Tenel Ka, cuff her arms behind her back, and then cuff her own ankles and wrists. Seventy-Two looked at Tenel Ka, almost in a panic. Tenel Ka responded by turning around, and pulling her biceps behind her back as best she could without help.

Since Seventy-Two didn't know what to do at the moment, she picked up a forty-centimeter length of chain and attached the maglocks on either end to the shackles built into Tenel Ka's ProCorps boots. Next she picked up an eight-centimeter chain, and maglocked Tenel Ka's upper arms together. Her right wrist remained free.

Seventy-Two grew more dismayed as she obediently locked her own ankles together. With both of them restrained, they would be helpless to stop Governor Garowyn's vile plans.

As she was locking her own wrists together though, Seventy-Two suddenly had an idea. When they were still on Zeta Garrison, Governor Garowyn had stopped checking her restraints after she had cuffed herself. Seventy-Two put her hands behind her back, and pressed both ends of the chain onto her chrono.

The maglocks activated, leaving her arms free. Then she simply kept her fingers interlocked, and her wrists close together behind her back. She was also confident that Governor Garowyn wouldn't leash them, as she hadn't held one herself in quite awhile either. Tenel Ka gave her a knowing look, but remained silent.

Seventy-Two was right on both accounts. They left the room without Governor Garowyn checking their restraints, or leashing them. Sure, their ankles were shackled, and Tenel Ka's arms were restrained, but at least they had a chance now.

The two ProCorps troopers fell into place behind Governor Garowyn, with Seventy-Two to her left, and Tenel Ka to her right, both of them walking with short, fast steps to keep up with her with their ankles shackled. On the way to the punishment room—at least that's where Seventy-Two assumed they were going—they passed by some of the slave cells, which were all standing open.

Seventy-Two saw Tenel Ka start shuffling a little faster in her boots and shackles, and she sensed her urging her to do the same. Suddenly, Tenel Ka stumbled, and fell to her knees.

"Are you okay, Zero-One?" Governor Garowyn asked with concern, as she stopped and turned halfway around to face her.

Seventy-Two froze in a panic. Whatever Tenel Ka had been planning, it was borked. Then she felt Tenel Ka urging her to shove, and looked back at Governor Garowyn.

"I think my ankle's twisted, Mistress," Tenel Ka replied painfully.

Governor Garowyn was standing with her back to Seventy-Two, looking down at Tenel Ka. Past her was an open cell door. In an instant, Seventy-Two stepped forward, brought her arms around in front of her, and shoved her into the cell as hard as she could. Then she quickly shuffled over, and slammed the cell door shut.

"SEVENTY-TWO! WHAT THE KARK ARE YOU DOING?" Governor Garowyn screamed as she climbed to her feet. "Release me this instant!"

Seventy-Two fought the automatic urge to obey her. It didn't really matter at this point. The keys to the cells were all kept in the dungeons command room. "NO!" she screamed back. "YOU'RE A TRAITOR!"

Suddenly, Governor Garowyn calmed down. "Ah, so you found out about that." Then she shrugged her shoulders. "It doesn't matter though, Seventy-Two, you can still serve me. Just open the door," she said very reasonably.

"No!" Seventy-Two shouted at her. "I serve the Empire!"

Governor Garowyn shrugged her shoulders again, and looked at Tenel Ka. "Zero-One, haven't I made the Hapes Consortium a better place since I've arrived?"

"Frakk you!" Tenel Ka replied. Then she turned to Seventy-Two. "Seventy-Two, call Moff Fel and tell him that we've captured Governor Garowyn."

Now Governor Garowyn laughed ominously. "Captured me? You little sluts haven't captured anyone. I was just giving you an opportunity to join me."

Then, to the ProCorps troopers' horror, Governor Garowyn produced a lightsaber, and sliced through half-a-dozen of the cell's bars at head height. Before either of them could react, she made a second horizontal cut at knee height, causing the bars to fall to the floor with a clatter.

As Governor Garowyn went to step out of the cell, Tenel Ka hit her with a Force shove. With her upper arms cuffed behind her though, it didn't have much effect.

With one foot out of the cell, Governor Garowyn dropped down to her back knee from the Force shove, and cursed in pain. Seventy-Two thought about running, but with her ankles shackled, she couldn't. She also didn't want to leave Tenel Ka alone with this monster.

Governor Garowyn climbed to her feet, and stepped out of the cell, towards Tenel Ka. As she did, Seventy-Two noticed her limping, and blood on one of the severed bars sticking up out of the duracrete.

Tenel Ka hit her with another Force shove, but she only staggered. One of the cell bars that Governor Garowyn had cut rolled into Seventy-Two's boot. It was a little over a meter long, and about three centimeters across. She reached down, and grabbed it as she stepped forward.

Seventy-Two was sure that Governor Garowyn would hear her heels tapping on the duracrete, or the chain between her ankles, and turn around and cut her in half with the lightsaber. A ProCorps trooper's only duty was to the Empire though. Their own safety didn't matter. Three shackled steps later though, Seventy-Two gripped the bar with both hands, and swung it with all her might.

The bar connected solidly with Governor Garowyn's back, just below her shoulder blades. She let out an umph, and staggered, but stayed on her feet. As Seventy-Two pulled back to swing again, Tenel Ka gave her another Force shove. This time, Governor Garowyn went down. Seventy-Two watched as she fell backwards and landed on the knee-high bars sticking out of the duracrete.

Governor Garowyn didn't land quite hard enough for the bars to go all the way through her, but it was obvious that she wouldn't be getting up. She was half-sitting, face up, with four of the bars impaling her upper back, just below her shoulders. There was a rapidly expanding pool of blood under her. The lightsaber was lying on the floor, still ignited. Seventy-Two recognized it as Tenel Ka's. Her real lightsaber.

Governor Garowyn let out an agonized groan, and slowly raised her head. Then it fell back, and she went limp.

Seventy-Two dropped her bar and stood there in stunned silence for several seconds. She was breathing in the short, quick breaths that she had learned from wearing her ProCorps corset for so long. Then she realized that she was also crying.

"Seventy-Two, we've got to comm Moff Fel," Tenel Ka said.

"O—Okay," Seventy-Two replied, trying to calm herself down. She turned away from the cell, and Governor Garowyn's body. Then she started scrolling through her comlink menus to Moff Fel's secret emergency comm channel.

"Moff Fel! This is Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, on Hapes." Several seconds of silence went by.

"What's wrong?" Moff Fel finally responded.

"Governor Garowyn is dead!" she exclaimed.

"What!? How?" he asked.

"Tenel Ka and I were going to lock in her a cell in the dungeon but she had a lightsaber and she got out and I hit her with one of the bars and Tenel Ka Force shoved her and she landed on the bars and now she's dead!" Seventy-Two said in a rush.

"Wait, what do you mean she landed on the bars?" Moff Fel asked.

Seventy-Two quickly explained how Governor Garowyn had fallen onto the severed cell bars sticking up out of the duracrete.

"Does anyone else know?" Moff Fel asked.

"No, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied, now much calmer. She knew that Moff Fel would take care of everything.

"Are you sure?"

Seventy-Two glanced at Tenel Ka, who had came up beside her, and thought for a moment. Since Moff Fel's responses were coming through her earpieces, she knew that Tenel Ka couldn't hear him. "Yes, Your Excellency," she replied.

"Okay. How long do you think it will be before she is missed?" Moff Fel asked.

Seventy-Two thought about that a moment, and glanced at her chrono. It was only a little after eight. She and Governor Garowyn regularly stayed at the Palace until midnight or so, and occasionally until early morning. No one should be looking for her until then, as far as she knew. "At least four hours, but probably six or seven, I think, Your Excellency."




Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 2 Ch. 07



Several seconds of silenced went by. "Good. You and Tenel Ka stay in the Palace, and don't tell anyone what has happened. I'll comm you back soon, okay?"

"Yes, Your Excellency," she replied.

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High Moff Jag Fel sighed as he ended the comm call. He wished Jaina hadn't done anything except report Garowyn's activities, but he guessed there were just some things even the ProCorps Academy couldn't train her out of completely. With Garowyn dead though, now he might be able to end this without anymore bloodshed. Quickly, he commed the Imperial Officer on Hapes that he felt he could trust the most, Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel.

"Kriff. What do you want?" the groggy voice responded after several moments.

"Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel, this is Moff Fel," he informed her.

"What?—Yes, Your Excellency?" she replied, nearly instantly awake.

"Governor Garowyn has been plotting to rebel from the Empire. Her ProCorps trooper, and the Queen of Hapes have killed her." He paused, to give her a chance to respond.

"What?" she asked incredulously. "How?. . . Your Excellency?"

"That's not important right now. They are in the Hapan Palace dungeon. Go there and take command of the situation." He paused again, then continued. "Keep this an absolute secret. I have no idea who all is involved with the plot. You and Governor Garowyn's ProCorps trooper are going to have to make everyone, including Lieutenant Governor Mikkels, think that she is still alive for a few days, okay?"

"Yes, Your Excellency," she replied promptly.

"Good, I knew that I could count on you. Do you have any questions?" he asked her.

Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel thought for a moment. "No, Your Excellency."

"Okay. Don't hesitate to call if you do. Fel out."

Next, Moff Fel called down to his hanger, and ordered his ship prepared for launch. He had almost left for Hapes immediately after Jaina's first comm call, but since Bastion was on the far side of the Empire, he had decided to send a send a fleet from Yaga Minor instead. With Garowyn out of the way, though, the situation had changed.

Then he looked down at the ProCorps trooper that had been giving him a blow-job underneath his desk before Jaina had called. She was still waiting patiently to be told that she could finish. He locked eyes with her, then glanced up to her smooth forehead where she had once borne three scars from being shaped by the Yuuzhan Vong. "You'll have to finish that on the ship, Seventy-Three," he told her.

Imperial Prostitute SX-51473, formerly known as Tahiri Veila, flashed a looked of disappointment, then quickly smiled again. "Yes Sir," she replied as she expertly put his cock back into his pants and zipped him up.

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Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 2 Ch. 08



Authoress's notes: This story takes place approximately six months after the events of Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. In case you haven't read Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, I'll summarize it for you first:

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472

Jaina Solo, mentally and physically exhausted from killing her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, accepts Jagged Fel's invitation join him in the Empire. Once she arrives, she agrees to attend Imperial basic training, hoping the intense and disciplined regimen will take her mind off her problems.

Mid-way through training, she puts in for a transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corps. There she is given her new serial number and identity, and is trained to sexually pleasure all Imperial personal, both male and female. Imperial ProCorps trooper SX-51472, or Seventy-Two for short, is born.

After various assignments, Seventy-Two finds herself assigned to a remote station under the command of Captain Garowyn, who as it turns out, didn't die on Kashyyyk like everyone had thought.

Next, Seventy-Two is assigned to the newly-promoted Admiral Garowyn's Star Destroyer, Admiral Daala. Soon Natasi Daala, now the Galactic Alliance's Chief of State, visits her namesake ship and brings along Seventy-Two's former friend, Syal Antilles.

During the visit, Admiral Garowyn displays Seventy-Two's obedience by having her masturbate for Chief Daala. As a result, Chief Daala and Admiral Garowyn decide that Syal will stay on board the ship, with the private hope that she will join the ProCorps as well.

Their plan is a rousing success. With Seventy-Two happily guiding her, Syal Antilles learns to service the Daala's Officers, including Admiral Garowyn. Then she resigns from the Galactic Alliance Starfigher Command and leaves to become an Imperial Prostitute.

Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 Episode II: The Hapan Harem

Next, Moff Fel called down to his hanger, and ordered his ship prepared for launch. He had almost left for Hapes immediately after Jaina's first comm call, but since Bastion was on the far side of the Empire, he had decided to send a send a fleet from Yaga Minor instead. With Garowyn out of the way, though, the situation had changed.

Then he looked down at the ProCorps trooper that had been giving him a blow-job underneath his desk before Jaina had called. She was still waiting patiently to be told that she could finish. He locked eyes with her, then glanced up to her smooth forehead where she had once borne three scars from being shaped by the Yuuzhan Vong. "You'll have to finish that on the ship, Seventy-Three," he told her.

Imperial Prostitute SX-51473, formerly known as Tahiri Veila, flashed a looked of disappointment, then quickly smiled again. "Yes Sir," she replied as she expertly put his cock back into his pants and zipped him up.

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"Seventy-Two, I need you to get the remote out of Governor Garowyn's pocket," Tenel Ka said, once Moff Fel had ended the comm call.

Seventy-Two frowned. ProCorps troopers were never supposed to touch a remote for their restraints. After a few seconds thought, though, she decided that this time was different. She shuffled over to Governor Garowyn, reached into her pocket, and pulled out the remote.

It took Seventy-Two and Tenel Ka a couple of minutes to figure out the remote. Tenel Ka had never even seen one. Seventy-Two had a few times, but she had always ignored them, like a proper ProCorps trooper should. Finally though, they were able to release their ankle chains, Tenel Ka's biceps, and the chain on Seventy-Two's chrono. Neither of them even considered taking off anything else.

Once she was free, Tenel Ka stepped over and turned off her lightsaber, but left it lying on the floor. She just didn't feel right carrying it anymore. Then she told Seventy-Two that she was going to go get her cleaning supplies, so she could clean up the floor. Seventy-Two simply acknowledged her, and told her to hurry back.

While she was gone, Seventy-Two received a comm call. She glanced at her comlink, and saw that it was Moff Fel.

"Greetings, Your Excellency," she replied automatically, then she heard Tenel Ka on the link greeting him as well.

"SX-51472, Tenel Ka, I've spoken with Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel, and appraised her of the situation. She is on the way to the Palace, to take command. Tenel Ka, this is very important, I need you to judge her honesty with the Force. If you feel that she can't be trusted, then lock her in a cell, or if necessary, kill her, okay?"

"Yes, Your Excellency," Tenel Ka replied after a moment's hesitation.

"Seventy-Two, you and Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel are going to have to make everyone think that Governor Garowyn is still alive, okay?"

"Yes, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied.

"Good. Now, comm me back after Tenel Ka decides whether or not Lovvel can be trusted—and after she's been taken care of if she can't," Moff Fel instructed them.

"Yes, Your Excellency," they both replied.

Moff Fel ended the comm call, and Tenel Ka returned with the cleaning supplies. While she cleaned Governor Garowyn's blood up, Seventy-Two decided to search the late Governor's pockets.

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Lieutenant Colonel Hayley Lovvel arrived nearly twenty minutes later. Seventy-Two went to meet her at the dungeon's entrance, while Tenel Ka continued to scrub the floor.

When Seventy-Two returned, Tenel Ka was waiting for them. "Good evening, Ma'am," she greeted Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel with a curtsey. Then she went to parade rest, with her hand behind her back.

"Tenel Ka. Are you okay?" she asked with concern.

"Fine Ma'am, thank you," Tenel Ka answered. "Ma'am, have you been plotting with Governor Garowyn against the Empire?" she asked suddenly.

"What? No! Moff Fel sent me here to take command," she replied in confusion.

"So you are completely loyal to Moff Fel and the Empire?" Tenel Ka asked suspiciously.

"Yes! Why are you asking?" Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel asked in annoyance.

Tenel Ka stared back at her a couple of heartbeats, then visibly relaxed. "I'm sorry Ma'am, Moff Fel told me to find out if you could be trusted," she replied apologetically.

"And how were you going to. . . Oh, the Force," she answered in understanding.

"Yes Ma'am," Tenel Ka confirmed.

Then Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel looked at Governor Garowyn's body. "Alright, we need to get her hidden somewhere, and finish cleaning this mess up," she instructed them.

The two ProCorps troopers were much more comfortable taking orders from an Imperial than acting on their own. "Yes Ma'am," they replied happily. 

"But first I have to comm Moff Fel back and tell him that you are still loyal," Tenel Ka said.

"Go ahead," Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel replied.

Tenel Ka commed Moff Fel, and reported the situation's status. Moff Fel thanked her, and told her to tell Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel that he was on his way to Hapes, but that no one else should be told, including Admiral Bristt when he arrived with the Fleet.

While Tenel Ka was on her comlink, Seventy-Two gave Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel the two comlinks Governor Garowyn had her in pockets, and the remote to their restraints. Then the three hid Governor Garowyn's body in a container in the supply closet, along with the sliced bars from the cell. Next Tenel Ka and Seventy-Two finished cleaning up the blood, while Lovvel looked through the contents of Garowyn's comlinks. The second one was encrypted. There was nothing they could do about the missing cell bars, at least not yet.

Before Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel left, she instructed the Palace staff that Tenel Ka was being punished, and she would be solely responsible for cleaning the dungeon, until further notice. She also told them that she would be back to inspect her work. Then, she and Seventy-Two went back to the Embassy, in Governor Garowyn's limospeeder.

With Seventy-Two at the controls, the Embassy guards waved the Governor's limospeeder into the hanger without a second glance, as they usually did. This late, the hanger, and most of the Embassy, were deserted. Both Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel and Seventy-Two immediately went to Governor Garowyn's office, to begin figuring out how they were going to pretend to be the Governor for a few days.

The next day, Seventy-Two figured out the password for Governor Garowyn's second comlink. Shadow Chaser72. While it didn't contain anything as useful as a list titled "My co-conspirators," it did have a list of comm calls to and from a few hundred Imperial Officers currently assigned to the Hapes Consortium, including the dates and times of the calls. Quite a few more calls were to unknown comm codes.

There were also quite a few notes about Garowyn's plot. They didn't give names either, but there were a lot of details, including ship assignments. After discussing it amongst themselves and Tenel Ka awhile, Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel decided to sit tight. No one had commed since Garowyn's death, so they didn't think anyone was too suspicious. Eighty-one hours after Seventy-Two informed Moff Fel of Governor Garowyn's treachery, a small Imperial Fleet arrived, under the command of Admiral Bristt.

Queen Tenel Ka quickly calmed the Hapan population by announcing that they were in the Consortium at her request. As soon as the fleet arrived, Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel ordered, in Governor Garowyn's name, the arrest of every Imperial Officer that appeared on the encrypted comlink. Since the order was given in Governor Garowyn's name, the Hapan ProCorps troopers dutifully made the arrests, in secret. Besides some isolated cases of resistance, and a handful of escapes, the operation went smoothly. 

The suspected traitors were interrogated. Most quickly confessed, and gave the names of other conspirators. All but a couple of dozen of the people that were named were already on the list, and either in custody or dead. The rest were promptly arrested as well. Only then was it revealed to that Governor Garowyn had died, although no details were given.

A day and half later, Moff Fel arrived, and Tenel Ka turned over her lightsaber that she had been keeping in secret the past several days. While awaiting Moff Fel, Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel, Seventy-Two, Tenel Ka, and Admiral Bristt, as well as a few other Imperials and some of the Queen's advisors, had been coming up with a story for the Hapan people and the rest of the Galaxy explaining what happened. They informed Moff Fel of their plans, who reviewed them and added his own information to them.

High Moff Jag Fel looked over more of the late Governor Garowyn's notes. From everything he could gather, Garowyn's plot probably wouldn't have worked, even if he hadn't been tipped off. Got to think of something special to do for Seventy-Two for that, he reminded himself. The rebellion would have been horribly bloody though.

Garowyn had been briefed fairly deeply into the ProCorps program, but she had still fundamentally misjudged the Hapan ProCorps troopers, and especially her own; SX-51472. They were fiercely loyal to the Empire above all else. Sure Garowyn had put some effort in keeping her plans hidden from Seventy-Two and the other ProCorps troopers, but the major flaw in her plan was that she had expected them to docilely go along with it once she took over.

Besides damage control, which Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel, Tenel Ka, and Seventy-Two had largely planned out, Moff Fel's biggest problem was who to put in command of the Hapes Sector. It would have to be someone that he trusted absolutely though. With Hapes so far from the rest of the Empire, it would be easy for someone else to attempt a rebellion.

Moff Fel also reminded himself to promote Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel, and reward Tenel Ka and Seventy-Two for their assistance to the Empire in this matter. As for who to put in command of the Hapes Sector, he would have to comm his sister Wynssa, in the Chiss Ascendacy, and ask her. Then he received a HoloNet call from Chief Daala.

"Moff Fel, the GA Security Council at the Jedi are concerned with the large number of Imperial Ships that have recently appeared in Hapan space," Chief Daala told him.

Moff Fel glanced down to double check that the call was encrypted. "I'm sure they are, but since neither the Hapes Consortium or the Empire is a member of the Galactic Alliance, it's not any of their business," he replied. "As matter of fact, Her Majesty Tenel Ka Djo is with me now, would you like her to assure you that everything is okay?"

Chief Daala chuckled in reply. "Oh, I know that what goes on in the Empire shouldn't be any concern of the Senate, or the Jedi, but I still have to entertain the Senate; and deal with the Jedi, for now. I would like to hear from Her Majesty though, if she's free," she asked with a mischievous smile.

"Is your end secure?" Moff Fel asked her.

"Of course," Chief Daala replied, automatically glancing down to double check, and smiling with anticipation.

"Tenel Ka, come say hello to Chief Daala," he told her.

"Yes, Your Excellency," she replied as she stepped into the holocamera's field of view, and curtseyed. "Hello, Your Excellency," she said to Chief Daala.

Chief Daala grinned. "Ah, I see you are wearing your maid's outfit that you wore when I visited. It still looks great on you," she told the Hapan Queen.

"Thank you, Your Excellency," she replied with her own smile.

"The Galactic Alliance Senate and the Jedi are concerned about the presence of so many Imperial ships in the Hapes Consortium. Is everything okay?" Chief Daala asked her with amusement, and mock concern.

"Yes, Your Excellency," Tenel Ka replied cheerfully. Then she glanced towards Moff Fel, and smiled. "Now that High Moff Fel is here, everything is perfectly under control."

"Well, good," Chief Daala answered. "I'll let the Senate and the Jedi know that you are very happy with the situation on Hapes."

"Thank you, Your Excellency," Tenel Ka replied.

"Now, I need to speak to Moff Fel again, if you don't mind," Chief Daala said, dismissing her.

"Of course, Your Excellency," Tenel Ka replied with another curtsey, then disappeared from the holocamera's field of view.

"Moff Fel, the Jedi really are concerned. I don't know if I'll be able to control them on this. They may have already sent someone to investigate," Chief Daala told him seriously.

"Thanks for the tip," he replied after a few seconds consideration. "I would like to keep the GA, and especially the Jedi out of this."

Chief Daala smiled back at him. "Don't worry about the Senate. I'm doing my best with the Jedi. They shouldn't be interfering in the affairs of any government. Perhaps you can have the Queen contact them and reassure them? After she changes into something a little more appropriate," she suggested with a smile.

"I'll see what I can do, Your Excellency," Moff Fel replied with his own smile.

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Once the preparations have been made, Moff Fel has Queen Tenel Ka announce that a group of Hapan nobles had plotted to overthrow the Hapan Monarchy. There is no mention of Ambassador Garowyn's involvement, or Mandalorians. Tenel Ka also announces that the Imperials had saved her throne, and life.

Several dozen Hapan nobles, who are also ProCorps troopers, have already been 'arrested' in preparation of this announcement. They all confess, and are secretly sent to the Empire to serve as ProCorps troopers. 

The Imperials are treated as heroes by the Hapan nobility, which are virtually all ProCorps troopers. The Hapan people generally like their Queen, so they are glad that she is still on the throne.

A few days after making the coup attempt public, Tenel Ka makes another announcement. Many of her advisors, as well as Moff Fel are in attendance behind her. She announces that due to chronic assassination and coup attempts from rebellious members of the Hapan nobility, the Hapan Monarchy will be dissolved, and the Hapes Consortium will join the Empire, effective immediately. 

As Moff Fel steps forward, a small table is promptly set up, and the treaty is placed on it. Queen Tenel Ka Djo quickly signs it, as does Moff Fel. Then Tenel Ka removes the Hapan Crown from her head, and presents it to Moff Fel, who places it in a display case. Less than two minutes after the announcement, the Hapes Consortium is officially part of the Empire.

The loyal Hapan nobles all rapidly announce their support to High Moff Fel, and the Empire. The Imperial Officers serving on board the Hapan ships are simply given command by the ProCorps trooper captains. The Hapan people are shocked to find themselves part of the Empire, but since the entire nobility supports it, they only grumble.

While some members of the Senate are outraged, most view the situation with apathy. As a result, the Galactic Alliance doesn't even offer a tepid protest against the expansion of the Empire. Chief Daala quietly withdraws her Ambassador to the former Hapes Consortium, and expels the Hapan Ambassador to the GA.

Moff Fel quickly named his sister, Wynssa Fel, Moff of the Hapes Sector. The Moff council was somewhat upset at having a female Moff, especially since she is an outsider and Jagged Fel's own sister, but since he had just added sixty-three worlds of incredible wealth to the Empire, they reluctantly accepted.

Lieutenant Colonel Lovvel was promoted to General, breaking Natasi Daala's record as the youngest woman to make flag rank in Imperial history. General Lovvel was left in charge of the Hapes Sector until their new Moff arrived. Seventy-Two was also temporarily assigned as her personal assistant, along with several of the former Queen's advisors assisting as well.

The Hapan ProCorps troopers who were former command officers stayed on board their ships, as regular ProCorps troopers, although the Hapan crew didn't figure that part out, at least for a while. When they did, the men at least, they became very happy to be serving on board an Imperial Battle Dragon instead of a Hapan one. There were also a small number of Hapan men who were accepted to become ProCorps troopers themselves. Command Officers were transferred from the Imperial fleet and the Empire to the Hapes Sector fleet, to replace the few hundred Imperial traitors in the brig, and the Hapan ProCorps troopers who were now fulfilling their true purposes.





Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 2 Ch. 08



The former Hapan Queen had already been gone when she had arrived on her new capital a few weeks ago. Still, she had seen plenty of pictures, most of which had been taken down from former Royal buildings.

"Tenel Ka Djo?" Moff Fel asked.

"Yes Your Excellency," she promptly replied. "But my legal name now is HC-00001."

The former Queen of the Hapes Consortium was finally wearing her full ProCorps trooper uniform. She looked around twenty-two years old, about the same age as her cousins looked, as well. Tenel Ka had also been given a prosthetic arm while she had been gone, and she had received other enhancements as well.

"I see the Empire gave you a new arm," Moff Fel commented.

"Yes Your Excellency. I can not be as an efficient ProCorps trooper, or your Personal Assistant with only one arm, Your Excellency. It also makes me easier to restrain," Tenel Ka explained.

"Ah, easy to restrain, let me show you something interesting about that," High Moff Fel interjected. "Tenel Ka, come here." Tenel Ka obediently stepped forward, and remained silent. "Most of the time, her arm is a normal prosthetic. No enhanced strength, or anything like that. But," he displayed a remote control device, "We've installed a remote override that can freeze her hand in a certain position, with many times her normal strength."

"Okay," a puzzled Moff Fel replied.

High Moff Fel smiled back at her. "It is especially useful for this." Then he looked back at Tenel Ka, and ordered her to turn around and assume her modified parade rest. 

Tenel Ka obediently turned away from them, put her hands behind her back, and gripped her right wrist with her prosthetic left hand. High Moff Fel hit a button on the remote. "She has her own built in binders," he explained.

"How clever!" Moff Fel exclaimed with a burst of laughter.

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A few days later. . .

"Good morning, Your Excellency," Tenel Ka greeted Moff Fel as the later entered her office.

"Good morning to you too, Tenel Ka," Moff Fel replied as she took the cup of caf from her. She paused to take a swallow of it. "Ah, that's good. You make excellent caf, Tenel Ka," she told her.

"Thank you, Your Excellency," Tenel Ka replied cheerfully, assuming parade rest.

"And I must say, you have been most valuable to me in running the Hapes Sector," Moff Fel commented.

"Thank you, Your Excellency. And thank you for stopping those holojournalists from bothering me as well," Tenel Ka replied.

Moff Fel took another swallow of her caf, then chuckled. "Oh, it's no problem at all. I know that some of them wouldn't understand why their former Queen is now the personal assistant for their new Imperial Moff."

"Yes, Your Excellency," Tenel Ka replied, slightly embarrassed. Then she glanced down at the chrono on her left wrist. "Your meeting with the Hapes Sector Governor's Council is scheduled to start in an hour, Moff Fel," she reminded her.

"Oh, I couldn't forget that, Tenel Ka," she replied with annoyance as she began walking towards her office. "And I believe you have some work to do as well, Tenel Ka."

"Yes Your Excellency," she replied dutifully as she took her seat at her desk. Then Tenel Ka logged into the Imperial computer system, and happily began her duties assisting the Empire in ruling her former Queendom.

Chief of State Natasi Daala's reception area, Coruscant. . . 

Natasi Daala gazed at the statue of Leia Organa Solo. She had paid Boba Fett an exorbitant amount of credits to kidnap the former Chief of State and long-term nuisance. Then she had paid him even more to have her secretly encased in a form of free-standing carbonite that would pass as a statue. It would have been a lot cheaper just to have Fett kill her, but not as fun. Of course she also had to take measures to ensure that the Princess couldn't be freed in the event that someone discovered the truth. 

The controls to unfreeze the carbonite were heavily encrypted, and she was the only one that could access them. There was also a cover for the controls, also locked and encrypted, and she was also the only one that could open it to get to the controls.

Princess Leia was frozen wearing flowing, high-necked Senatorial robes that went down to her feet. Her posture appeared very stately, with her head held high, as if looking off in the distant future of the Galactic Alliance. Her hands were clasped behind her back. To anyone looking at her, she would seem to be a normal, inspiring, statue.

Hidden underneath the Senatorial robes Leia had been wearing when she had been frozen, she was wearing indestructible beskar shackles on her wrists and ankles. A beskar collar was around her neck, and a beskar belt around her waist. Her ankle shackles were connected with a twenty-centimeter beskar chain, which was connected to her belt by another chain, then to the front of her collar. Her wrist shackles were actually a single piece of forged beskar that kept her wrists together behind her back. They were also attached to her belt.

If anyone ever happened to be able to free Princess Leia, she would spend the rest of her life in the beskar shackles, with her hands locked behind her back. The collar also had a tracking device that would automatically broadcast in the open, so anyone with a comm device would know where she was.

Even if I go to prison, or long after I die, and you're freed, you'll still be wearing my shackles, Chief Daala thought with a smile.

"Ready to go home for the evening, Your Excellency?" her personal assistant, Lysa Truden—once known as Syal Antilles—asked her.

She turned back to smile at the Imperial trained ProCorps trooper. "Yeah Lysa," she replied. "I was just wishing Grand Moff Tarkin were here to see me now; and this beautiful statute of Princess Leia."

"He'd probably wish she was trapped inside the statute," she replied, giggling.

Chief Daala panicked for a moment, then quickly realized that Lysa was just speculating. Even if she did know, she wouldn't tell anyone except High Moff Fel. "He probably would," she replied to her with a smile as they walked out of the reception area.

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

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