7 comments/ 20497 views/ 7 favorites Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 01 By: HandcuffGirl Authoress's notes: This is the fourth part of the story of Jaina Solo's transformation into Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. To summarize the story so far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire, with her sometimes lover Jag Fel. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Galactic Empire and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead, after a couple of weeks she puts in for transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corp, or the ProCorps for short. There she learns absolute submission to the Empire, and becomes SX-51472, or "Seventy-Two" for short. Later Seventy-Two helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps. Then she helps the Empire keep control of the Hapes Consortium, where Queen Tenel Ka has become a ProCorps trooper as well. Next she. . . well, read this story to find out what happens next. ;) Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute III: The Return of the ProCorps Trooper Prologue: immediately following the Hapes Consortium joining the Empire as detailed in Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 Two. . . Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 stood at attention in front of her Supreme Commander. She was wearing her full Imperial ProCorps uniform, including eighteen-centimeter heeled boots, tight-fitting black pants, and tailored uniform jacket, all in black. The boots were locked on with hidden shackles at her ankles and just below her knees. Her uniform belt, with the Imperial Emblem in the center, was locked on as well. Underneath her uniform Seventy-Two was wearing her durasteel ProCorps chastity belt, corset, and collar. Her durasteel wrist chrono and comlink, which sometimes doubled as cuffs, were on her wrists. Her ProCorps cap was the only part of her uniform she wasn't wearing. Her platinum blonde hair, naturally waist-length, was up, tightly styled, per Imperial uniform regulations. "Seventy-Two, I have a difficult assignment for you," High Moff Fel told her. "As you know, Kyp Durron has been made Grand Master of the Jedi Order. He has asked for you to come back for awhile, and I have decided to send you, for a month. Actually, he wanted all of the Jedi that are currently serving the Empire back, but I'm only allowing you to go, since I think you'll have the biggest impact." Then he paused a moment, and added, "If you think you are ready for it, that is?" A little over two weeks ago Seventy-Two had helped stop an attempted rebellion on Hapes by Imperial Admiral Garowyn. Since Seventy-Two had been assigned to Admiral Garowyn as her personal ProCorps trooper, the events had been especially traumatic for her. As a result, Seventy-Two had been undergoing intensive therapy for the past week to help her recover. "Yes, Your Excellency, I'm ready," Seventy-Two replied obediently, proud of Moff Fel's confidence in her. She was confused though. She had spent the last couple of years trying to forget about the Jedi. Still, she was a ProCorps trooper, and would obey her orders. "Good. Now Master Durron seems to think that you can be turned back into Jaina Solo, the Sword of the Jedi, but he has promised me that the Jedi won't force you to do anything against your will. He has also promised that you'll be allowed to wear your chrono and comlink as much as you want to. I explained that you can't even stand up in less than thirteen centimeter heels, as well," Moff Fel told her. "Yes, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied. "I will do my best." "I know you will, Seventy-Two," Moff Fel replied with a smile. "I also want you tell all the Jedi, especially the human Jedi, how great the Empire is. If any of them seem interested in coming for a visit, let us know, and we'll arrange their trip. Or if they are just interested in your spectacles and earpieces, or chrono and comlink, let us know that, and we'll get them a set." "Yes, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied with a smile. "Good. You'll also be allowed to visit the Imperial Embassy twice a week, for two hours," he informed her. "Some other instructions and information will be uploaded to your comlink for you to study on your trip." "Yes, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied. "Now, before you leave, I want to thank you again for your help on Hapes. Take off your uniform, and come around here," he said as he pressed a button on his desk, and she heard her uniform belt unlock. Then he slid his chair back from his desk. "Yes, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied with excitement as she stripped out of her uniform and laid it neatly over the back of her chair. Then she put her boots back on, and walked around behind his desk. Besides her boots, she was only wearing her collar, corset, chastity belt, chrono and comlink. When she got close to him, he unlocked her chastity belt, and she slid it off. Then Seventy-Two helped him pull off his own uniform pants. Next she happily climbed onto his lap, and impaled herself on his cock. Nearly fifteen minutes later, Seventy-Two was still bouncing up and down on his big stiff dick. She had already gotten him to cum once, and she had matched his orgasm with her own, just like she had been trained to do. Now she was working on his second. She barely noticed his office door open, and certainly didn't break her rhythm. "Oh, hey Seventy-Three," she heard Moff Fel say breathlessly. "Hello, Your Excellency," Seventy-Three replied. "I have that report you wanted." "Oh, thanks, Seventy—OH! Just leave it on my desk!" he blurted out. "Then strip down, so you can—gasp—join us!" "Yes, Your Excellency!" Seventy-Three replied enthusiastically. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ CHAPTER 1 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ On the way to Coruscant, Seventy-Two reviewed the information that Moff Fel had given her, as well as details of his orders. She was to work with the Jedi, but treat them as a potential danger to the Empire. While they weren't quite considered enemies of the Empire, they were a group that needed to be watched, and kept weak. Seventy-Two would also be trying to recruit Jedi to the Empire. Seventy-Two was also allowed to have sex with any of the Jedi if she thought it would help the Empire, and its ally, the Galactic Alliance Chief of State, Natasi Daala. Once again Seventy-Two was humbled by how much Moff Fel was trusting her. When she visited the Imperial Embassy, though, a Lieutenant Ross would be in charge of her, and would be able to open her chastity belt without paying, just as Governor Garowyn had when she had been assigned to her. Seventy-Two felt a little bad—it had been nearly a year since she had earned credits for the Empire. She didn't feel like she was doing her fair share to support the heroic Imperial Navy and Army Veterans, or recruiting and training more ProCorps troopers. Hopefully I can recruit a few Jedi to make up for it, Seventy-Two thought with a smile. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Seventy-Two stood awkwardly in the Jedi Council chamber, fighting the urge to assume parade-rest. She also wasn't used to wearing the ugly brown Jedi robes. Luckily for Seventy-Two though, wearing her chrono and comlink was a requirement for her participation with the Jedi. In fact, they were maglocked on, and couldn't be removed without Lieutenant Ross's permission. She could even release them remotely from the Imperial Embassy, if necessary. Master Durron had forbidden her from wearing her collar, corset, or chastity belt, though. She missed her collar, corset and chastity belt terribly. They were a part of her. Before she had departed the Empire, Moff Fel ordered her not touch herself without permission. So even without her chastity belt, she had no desire to touch the Empire's pussy outside of her duties as an Imperial ProCorps trooper. "Jedi Solo," Master Cilghal, the Order's chief healer, addressed her. "Welcome back to the Jedi Order." "Thank you, Master Cilghal," Seventy-Two replied. She would have to get used to pretending to be Jaina Solo again, she supposed, since they weren't likely to call her Seventy-Two. "Jedi Solo, as you know, we have reinstated you at your old rank, Jedi Knight. However, due to your unique situation, you will need a Master's permission to leave the Temple, understood?" Kyp Durron told her. "Yes Master Durron," she replied. Before being exiled, Master Skywalker had recalled all Jedi to the Temple. Since the Galactic Alliance, and especially Chief of State Daala, didn't seem eager for them to resume their posts elsewhere, Master Durron had pretty much stuck with the recall. Even so, that left only Master Durron, Katarn, Hamner, Sebatyne, and Cilghal at the Jedi Temple. Masters Kam and Tionne Solusar were at the Jedi Academy on Shedu Maad, and Master Horn had returned to Corellia. Master Ramis, along with her red-headed apprentice, Seha Dorvald, had gone to the Hapes Consortium to investigate the Empire's activities there. Both were now happily serving the Empire as ProCorps troopers. Seventy-Two hoped she could convince more Jedi, especially humans, to go to the Empire. She sensed a flicker of sexual excitement from Master Katarn, and subconsciously shifted her stance to give him a better view of the Empire's DD tits underneath the Jedi robes. Then she sensed the same from Master Hamner, and shot him a wink. All five Jedi Masters pretended to ignore her actions, although Master Sebatyne was amused at Master Katarn's sexual attraction. "Jedi Solo," Master Durron said firmly, calling her attention away from the other Masters. "Yes Master," Seventy-Two replied innocently, purposely leaving off the Durron. "Even though you are a Knight, I will be guiding your re-training, understood?" "Yes Master Durron," she replied with a smile. "As a Knight, you have been assigned your own quarters. Report to my office in the morning. Until then, you are dismissed." "Yes Master Durron," Seventy-Two replied. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ The five Jedi Masters sat silently for nearly half-a-minute after Jedi Solo left. "How can the Empire do that to a Jedi?" Master Katarn finally asked, shaking his head in disbelief. "How can Jag do that to Jaina?" Master Cilghal asked in disapproval. "She felt as calm and as centered as a Jedi Knight after a meditation," Master Durron commented. "Still, I wish Master Skywalker was here." "We all do," Master Katarn agreed. "He never should have allowed Daala to exile him. She's been trying to destroy us—and the New Republic—ever since she got out of the Maw the first time." "Yes she has," Master Durron agreed. "For some reason the Senate decided to forget that, and we've got to live with it though." Then he thought a few moments. "At least there are not any Sith around to deal with right now." Now Master Hamner leaned forward. "That we know of," he said. "There could be some long lost group of Sith hiding out somewhere in the galaxy, just waiting for the right moment to strike," he insisted. The other Jedi Masters glanced at Master Hamner, then each other. Then they all broke out in laughter. "Yez, the lost Sith that have been hiding for thousandz of yearz!" Master Sebatyne declared with a smile. "Let'z launch the X-wingz immediately!" Master Hamner frowned slightly, realizing the ridiculousness of his statement. If there were Sith out there, then they would have tried to attack just after Endor, when Master Skywalker was the only Jedi. "Perhaps they've been stranded on a planet," he suggested half-jokingly. That caused the other Jedi Masters to laugh even harder. "Yes, they're too stupid to build a comm, but they are ready to take over the galaxy!" Master Katarn said between laughs. "Let's not create enemies out of shadows," Master Durron suggested, getting serious. "Daala and whatever Fel did to Jaina and the other Jedi are enough problems for now." The other Masters nodded their heads in agreement as they filed out of the chamber. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ The quarters were nothing more than a small room with a bunk, a desk with a computer terminal, and a compact 'fresher and tiny closet. There was enough floor space to meditate, but that was about it. To Seventy-Two, it felt like a typical Jedi cell. She wanted to put on her ProCorps gear and listen to her music, but she had a job to do here. Instead, she went to find some Jedi to seduce to the Empire. Finding Jedi to talk to was easy. They thought she was Jaina Solo after all, and were eager to welcome her back to the Jedi order. They were also interested in her enhancements, especially her enlarged breasts, and shortened calves. Seventy-Two spent a couple of hours chatting with a growing group of Jedi about the Empire. Several were also interested in her chrono and comlink, and Seventy-Two made sure to get their names, promising to get them a set as soon as she could. That evening, Seventy-Two had a light dinner in one of the refectories, where she chatted with a few more Jedi. Then she changed into the gym outfit the Empire had given her to wear while she was at the Temple. At least for as long as the Jedi let her, anyway. Her outfit included a pair of tight black hot pants with the words Imperial Property printed across the ass. Her serial number and the Imperial Emblem had been left off the sides and front though. A matching black sports bra barely contained her tits. Luckily they needed very little support—they were Imperial engineering, built to be firm, while retaining their natural feeling. The words Imperial Property were printed across the entire front, over her tits. Before she had been assigned to Admiral Garowyn as her personal ProCorps trooper, the Empire's surgeons had shortened Seventy-Two's calf muscles and tendons in her lower legs. As a result 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 unless they were fifteen centimeters high. Because of this, the custom-made high-heeled gym shoes were a necessity for her. Seventy-Two was also wearing her chrono and comlink. She felt very weird without her collar and chastity belt, but she knew that they wouldn't let her wear them outside of her quarters. Actually, she was pretty sure the Jedi wouldn't even be too happy about her strutting around the hallways dressed as she was now. Seventy-Two reluctantly pulled on her brown Jedi robe, grabbed her clear plastex heels that she wore in the shower, and went to the Temple gym. First she stashed her robe and heels in one of the lockers, then went into the gym itself. There were about a dozen or so Jedi working out when Seventy-Two entered. All of them noticed Seventy-Two's workout attire. The males stared for varying amounts of time while the she stretched out. Seventy-Two made sure to give them all a good show while she did. Not so much for them, but to keep in practice for when she returned to the Empire. Once she was stretched out, Seventy-Two climbed onto one of the running machines. When the Empire had shortened her calves and Achilles tendons, Seventy-Two had lost some speed. She didn't let it bother her at all. ProCorps troopers really didn't have any need to sprint at Jedi-level speeds. She was still faster than any normal human though. Two male Jedi quickly hopped on the machines to either side of her. After her brisk jog, Seventy-Two moved to the weight machines, then she did some aerobics to the music from her comlink. Since there wasn't a separate area for it, she just found an empty spot near one wall. Several of the male Jedi stared at her virtually the whole time she danced and flexed. A few of the female Jedi watched her too, but Seventy-Two thought that was mostly because they were jealous that the guys were watching her instead of paying attention to them. Seventy-Two thought back to when Moff Fel had fucked her just before she left. When Seventy-Three had come in and saw them having sex in Moff Fel's chair, all she had sensed from her fellow ProCorps trooper was the hope that she satisfied Moff Fel. Seventy-Two was certain there hadn't been a trace of jealously from her. Imperial training and years of very satisfying duty had erased any trace of individualism in Seventy-Three, just as it had in herself. It was obvious that several of the Jedi wanted to pair up with each other. . . sexually. Yet for some reason one or both were trying to pretend otherwise. Seventy-Two shook her head, wondering why they wasted time like that. The ProCorps way was so much better. She felt a little shock when she realized she'd been like that once. She couldn't really remember why she'd acted like that though, which was somewhat of a relief. She knew whatever it was, it was most likely the Rebels fault. The thoroughness of her Imperial transformation made her smile happily. Afterwards Seventy-Two went back to the locker room to shower. She was a little disappointed that there wasn't an open gang-shower for all the women to shower in together, with holocameras monitoring them. Since she was a ProCorps trooper though, she would just have to dutifully endure the separate shower stalls, and the unfortunate lack of Imperial troopers watching her. Seventy-Two quickly pulled off her bra, gym shoes and socks, and slipped into her clear plastex heels. She wore her hot pants to the shower, so the other Jedi wouldn't see the Imperial Emblem over her pussy, or the words Imperial Property on her ass. As she showered, Seventy-Two gazed down at her smooth pussy, missing her chastity belt. At least she still had the Imperial Emblem there with her title and serial number below it. Those, like the words Imperial Property across her ass, could never be removed. Moff Fel told her to hide her markings, which were genetically altered skin, as much as possible while she was with the Jedi. As usual, she was aroused. That was why she, like all ProCorps troopers, needed their chastity belts; to make sure they didn't touch themselves without permission. Before she had left, Moff Fel told her that she was being trusted to pretend that she had a chastity belt locked on, and not touch herself without permission. That was one of the reasons he had insisted that she be allowed to visit the Imperial Embassy twice a week. Even though ProCorps troopers always obeyed their orders, Moff Fel thought she might have some trouble with that one. She needed to be fucked by Imperials! The Imperial Officer assigned as her controller could grant her permission to masturbate though, if the Officer felt like she deserved it. Seventy-Two washed herself down there, but quickly moved her hand away when she was finished. Imperial ProCorps troopers obeyed their orders! After her shower, Seventy-Two put her sweaty socks, bra and hot pants into the laundry chute, and quickly put the Jedi robe back on. Then she went back to her room, wearing nothing but the robe and her clear heels, and carrying her gym shoes. There Seventy-Two stripped off the robe, and put her collar, corset, and chastity belt back on, as well as her spectacles and earpieces. Not long after Seventy-Two had recruited her former friend Syal Antilles into the ProCorps, the Empire had redesigned the standard ProCorps collar. The gorget sections had been greatly reduced, so now the collar was just a circle of durasteel about six centimeters wide, contoured to sit comfortably on her shoulders. The standard color for the collar, chrono, and comlink was also changed from silver to black for all ProCorps troopers that served in high-visibility posts—like the Jedi Temple. Before she departed for the Galactic Alliance, Seventy-Two had also been issued a black durasteel corset and chastity belt to match her other ProCorps gear. She had even been given black spectacles and earpieces. Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 01 The first time Seventy-Two had put the new gear on, it felt like it was part of her, just like her old gear had. She loved the new gear, and was very grateful to the Empire for issuing it to her. Eventually Seventy-Two took off her corset, spectacles and earpieces, and got ready to go to sleep. The Empire had included a few lengths of chain with maglocks on each end for her. She picked out one of the shortest ones, locked her wrists together behind her back, and went to bed, still wearing her collar, chastity belt, and the plastex heels. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ The next morning Seventy-Two found Master Durron in a training room. There he spent most of the day trying to re-train her to use the Force like a Jedi. Seventy-Two pretended to try, but every time she caught him looking at her, she flashed him a flirtatious smile, and pushed her tits or ass out for him. That was what she was meant to use the Force for, not trying to pick up stones or moving flames. Finally, he was so agitated that he called an end to it. By this time Seventy-Two had him frustrated; both as a Jedi Master, and as a man. "I'm sorry I couldn't do better for you, Master," Seventy-Two cooed as she stepped up next to him. She slid one hand inside his robe, and stroked his muscular chest though his tunic. She rubbed her other hand up the inside of his thigh, to his stiff rod. "Hey Master, I didn't know you had another lightsaber," she said as she dropped down to her knees. "Can I see it?" "Frakk, Jaina. No," he replied weakly. In seconds Seventy-Two had his dick out, and was stroking it while she looked up at him. She knew that if he wanted her to stop, he would make her. "Ooh, it's all big and hard," she said as she wrapped her lips around the head. She heard him moan in pleasure as she slowly slid it into her mouth. Seventy-Two quickly starting bobbing her head back and forth on his cock, while looking up at him as she had been trained. He was looking up at the ceiling though, probably with his eyes closed. Minutes later, she had him on the edge. She deep throated him, sucked hard and felt him tense, then shoot his load into her mouth. Seventy-Two stayed on him, swallowing every drop. Then she smiled up at him as she put his softening cock back into his pants. "Any thing else you need me for today, Master?" she asked him from her knees. "What? No," he said weakly as he stumbled over to a bench and sat down. "Great, see you in the morning, Master," she replied as she strutted out of the room. On the way to her room, Seventy-Two passed several Jedi. The males all stared in lust, and the females in a mix of curiosity and derision. When one brunette Jedi saw her companion staring at her though, Seventy-Two mainly felt jealously from her, which the male Jedi picked up on as well. Once she got back in her room, Seventy-Two stripped out of her robes and put her collar, corset, chastity belt, and heels back on. Then she sent a text update of what she did today to the Imperial Embassy. Way back in the ProCorps Academy, Seventy-Two had revealed every New Republic, Galactic Alliance, Jedi, and personal secret she knew to the Empire. That included all her access codes to the Jedi Temple's database. Since Master Skywalker thought she was still his niece, and would re-join the Order one day, he hadn't bothered to restrict her access codes. When Master Durron had taken over though, he had finally cut off the Empire's access. Moff Fel had told her that if they gave it back to her, to pass the codes along. He also told her not to worry about it too much, since they had already gotten pretty much everything they wanted from the Jedi database. Seventy-Two was very thrilled that she had helped make the Empire stronger. Seventy-Two wasn't used to having free time. She would have gone to the gym to workout, but she wanted to wait until there were more Jedi there, so she could start talking to them more. Instead, she thoroughly cleaned her room. At dinner time Seventy-Two changed back into her ugly brown Jedi robe, and went to the cafeteria to eat. Several male Jedi sat with her, and Seventy-Two happily chatted and flirted with them. She didn't care one bit about any of them, except convincing them to join the Empire. Her main mission was to recruit Jedi to the Empire, after all. The gym was quite a bit more crowded than the day before, mostly with staring male Jedi. Seventy-Two made sure to put on a good show for them. Several of the female Jedi noticed them staring at her again, and Seventy-Two sensed a flash of jealously from them. Tonight she led half-a-dozen Jedi through an aerobics routine. After her workout, Seventy-Two decided to go exploring the Temple a little, to see if she could find anyone to seduce to the Empire. Before she left, she commed Lieutenant Ross, and got her to unlock her chrono and comlink so she could take them off. She explained that some Jedi were interested in them, and might want to try them on. Seventy-Two ran into quite a few Jedi, and spent quite a bit of time chatting with them. Kani Asari, an attractive blonde human Jedi, seemed especially interested in her chrono and comlink. Seventy-Two let her try them on for a few minutes. Several other Jedi wanted to try them on as well. Seventy-Two also pulled off her modified Jedi boots, and let a few of the female Jedi try them on, too. Eventually, she wandered back to her room, and went to bed. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 1 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please vote me a five, and leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 02 Authoress's notes: This is the fourth part of the story of Jaina Solo's transformation into Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. To summarize the story so far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire, with her sometimes lover Jag Fel. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Galactic Empire and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead, after a couple of weeks she puts in for transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corp, or the ProCorps for short. There she learns absolute submission to the Empire, and becomes SX-51472, or "Seventy-Two" for short. Later Seventy-Two helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps. Then she helps the Empire keep control of the Hapes Consortium, where Queen Tenel Ka has become a ProCorps trooper as well. Next she. . . well, read this story to find out what happens next. ;) Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute III: The Return of the ProCorps Trooper ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ CHAPTER 2 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The next morning Master Durron summoned her to the gardens, where he attempted to take her through some more Force exercises. By early afternoon he gave up, frustrated again in two ways. Then he thought of the question that Master Katarn asked two days ago, right after Jaina left the Council chamber. "Jaina, how did the Empire do this to you?" he asked her with curiosity. "Do what, Master?" she replied calmly. "Turn you into a brainwashed sex-slave," he nearly shouted. Seventy-Two thought for a moment. While she knew that she wasn't a brainwashed sex-slave, she could understand how Master Durron would think that. "I'm not a brainwashed sex-slave, Master," she gently corrected him. "I'm an Imperial ProCorps trooper." "And what did you do as an Imperial ProCorps trooper?" Kyp asked her. Seventy-Two was pretty sure—very sure—that Master Durron knew what she did as an Imperial ProCorps trooper. Still, she wasn't about to give away any details that might harm the Empire. "I served the Empire as best I could, Master," she replied politely. "You screwed every Imperial they told you to without question," Master Durron corrected her. "Like a brainwashed sex-slave! Just like Tahiri, Jysella, Valin, Master Ramis, and the rest of them. That's all ProCorps troopers are!" Once again Seventy-Two could understand why he would think that. However, one of the reasons Moff Fel had sent her here was to make sure that the Jedi didn't try to rescue the former Jedi that were now ProCorps troopers. "Well, yes Master, I do have sex with anyone the Empire tells me to," Seventy-Two admitted. "And yes, that's basically what a ProCorps trooper does." Seventy-Two stepped forward, and looked Master Durron in the eye. "But I'm not brainwashed, Master Durron. I wanted to join the ProCorps. I've been told that they manipulated my Academy process somewhat, but the decision was based on my own tests and psych results. Being an Imperial ProCorps trooper is what makes me happy, Master. I WANTED this and I LET it happen to me. All the Empire did was steer me into the position where I could see that for myself." Master Durron stared back at her for several seconds. Seventy-Two knew that he was sensing her honesty with the Force. She also knew that he would sense that she was telling the complete truth. "Master, not every Jedi is meant to be a warrior. I was forced into that role for most of my life. I've always been submissive. The Empire just allowed me to find my true self, Master," Seventy-Two explained. "What about the rest of the Jedi?" Kyp asked her. "That became ProCorps troopers," he added. Seventy-Two frowned slightly a moment. She wasn't sure where he was going with this question. "They're happy too, Master," she answered. "I'm sure if they weren't busy serving the Empire, they'd tell you themselves." Kyp stared down at her a few seconds. "Yeah, we've gotten HoloNet calls from quite a few of them saying how happy they are," he admitted. "I just wanted to get a sense of you telling me with the Force." "See," Seventy-Two replied cheerfully. "I'm as happy as I can be." Kyp took a deep breath. "Yeah, I know," he said with resignation. After a second he seemed to shake it off. "Look, I've got some work to do in my office. I want you to take a break for awhile. Later we'll try some more Force exercises." "Yes Master," Seventy-Two replied cheerfully. Less than half-an-hour later, Seventy-Two was walking into Master Durron's office, with a hot cup of caf for him in her hand. "Jaina, you don't have to bring me caf," Kyp Durron told her as she walked towards his desk. "I want to, Master Durron," Seventy-Two replied with a smile as she walked around his desk and set it down. "And here are those reports on slavery in the Outer Rim you wanted. I ran into Jedi Saar on the way in," she explained. "Look, Jaina, you're not my secretary. I want you to go. . . meditate or something," he said as he stared up at her. As she sat the data cards down in front of him, she leaned forward, letting her tunic fall open to reveal her DD tits. Thanks to her ProCorps training, she could always sense what others desired. "Can't I stay here and learn from my Master?" she cooed as she sank to her knees in front of him. "Jaina, not again," he protested feebly as she deftly pulled his cock out of his pants. "I told you Master, this makes me happy," she explained as she sank to her knees. "Besides, I need to practice, Master. The last person I was assigned to was a woman, and she didn't share me with men very often." "What?" Kyp asked in dazed confusion as he stared down at her. Seventy-Two knew that if he really didn't want her to, he would Force shove her away. He hadn't yesterday, and he didn't today. Instead of answering him, she stared up into his eyes as she wrapped her lips around his cock. He gasped as she slid her lips down his shaft. Seconds later, she was bobbing her head up and down, giving him a ProCorps quality blowjob. Six minutes or so later, Seventy-Two felt him tense, and then he erupted into her mouth. She sucked him dry, and waited until he looked down, then smiled at him with her lips still around his cock. "That was very meditative, Master," she said with a smile as she carefully put his cock back into his pants. Then she stood up and glanced at his caf. "Oops; Master, I think your caf is getting cold. Let me get you another cup," she said as she grabbed it and hurried out of his office. The next morning Master Durron tried to do some more Force exercises for about an hour, then gave up and retreated to his office. Seventy-Two found a small desk and placed it just outside his office, and began acting as his personal assistant. All of the other Jedi quickly accepted her presence, and began giving most of their reports to her, to deliver. Since Master Durron rarely kept any of his visitors waiting, she didn't have a chance to offer them something to eat or drink while they waited though. Seventy-Two also insisted on being responsible for cleaning the small reception area, as well as the adjacent 'fresher, and Master Durron's office. The other Master's protested that a Jedi Knight shouldn't be doing things like that, but Master Durron didn't stop her. He also didn't stop her when she gave him another blowjob with his morning caf—or his afternoon cup. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Seventy-Two worked at her desk until dinnertime, and didn't leave until she got Master Durron's permission. After dinner, and her workout with a throng of admirers, Seventy-Two spent some more time getting to know the Jedi again. Kani Asari even came back to her room with her, and tried on her chrono and comlink awhile. Even though it was for the Empire, Seventy-Two felt weird without the familiar feel of durasteel around her wrists. While Kani experienced the feeling, Seventy-Two showed her the spectacles and earpieces, and explained to her how relaxed they made her feel. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ The next day, Master Durron tried to re-train Seventy-Two to use the Force like a Jedi. He didn't have any more progress than the previous two days. Seventy-Two wasn't really into it anyway. The Empire had helped her accept her true identity as a bondage-loving submissive, and taught her that the Force was for sensing others' desires, and that was the way she liked it! After a little over an hour, Master Durron gave up. Awhile later, Seventy-Two arrived at her desk wearing her spectacles and earpieces, as well as her ProCorps durasteel chastity belt, corset, and collar underneath her Jedi tunic and pants. "Jaina, I thought we agreed that you wouldn't wear those outside your room," Master Durron told her when he arrived a few minutes later. Seventy-Two wished they would quit calling her that. She was Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, not Jaina Solo. "I'm sorry Master," she replied. "They really help me relax and work more efficiently for you," she explained. "Take them off," he said firmly, backing the command up with the Force. "Yes Master," she replied dejectedly as she took off her spectacles and earpieces. "And stop saying Master like that," he told her. "Like what, Master?" she asked in confusion. "Like that," he repeated. "You say it like a devoted slave instead of a Jedi." Seventy-Two thought about that a moment. Moff Fel had ordered her to obey Master Durron and the Jedi as much as she could, but she was still a ProCorps trooper. "I'm sorry Master," she said in a slightly different tone of voice. "I should probably be punished for that." Kyp blinked hard several times. "No, you shouldn't, Jaina. And don't suggest that again. I'll decide when you'll be punished, and what for." Then he realized that punishment was probably exactly what she wanted. He sighed with frustration. "Why are you wearing that collar in the Temple?" he asked her. Then he eyed her shapely torso. "And are you wearing that corset, too?" He felt his crotch start to stir. In spite of his tone, Seventy-Two sensed his excitement as he checked her out. She shifted her position to give him a better view of her tits, and corset-shaped stomach. "Well since I'm going to visit the Imperial Embassy this afternoon, I didn't think you'd mind, Master," she replied. "That way I don't have to go back to my room to change." Kyp let out an exasperated sigh. "You don't have to wear them at all, Jaina," he told her. "Master Durron, you and Moff Fel agreed that I could wear them to the Embassy if I wanted to, and I like to wear them," Seventy-Two replied politely. "Fine," he said. "But keep them covered up until then." "Yes Master," Seventy-Two answered in her natural, submissive tone. Kyp stared at her a moment, then shook his head and walked into his office. Half-an-hour later, after Master Cilghal had come and gone, Seventy-Two strutted into Master Durron's office. "What is it, Jaina?" he asked absently as she approached his desk. "I'm really sorry about disobeying you Master," she said as she walked around behind his desk. "I just want to apologize in person," she said as she turned his chair to face her and sank down to her knees in front of him. "Jaina, no," he protested as she deftly maneuvered his cock out of his pants. Since he didn't do anything other than that, and she sensed pretty much the opposite from him, she wrapped her lips around his still soft cock, and quickly brought it to full hardness. Soon Seventy-Two had him gasping in ecstasy as she deep throated him. When he came, she stayed on him, and swallowed every drop. "All better, Master?" she asked him as she carefully put his dick back in his pants. "Frakk, Jaina," he said breathlessly as he recovered. "You can't keep doing that in here." "You're right, Master, we need to go to your room next time," Seventy-Two replied with an impish smile as she walked away. "Yeah—NO!" Kyp called after her. Seventy-Two worked happily the next few hours, through lunch. Then she checked in with Master Durron, to make sure he didn't need anything, grabbed her robe, and headed towards the exit, and the Imperial Embassy. The male Padawan on duty at the main entrance gaped at her as she approached. "Hi, Jedi Solo," he squeaked out. "Hey Attan," she replied with a smile. Then she looked over at the purple-skinned Twi'lek female standing across from him. "Hey Ta'tan'ia," she said to her. She also had light-pink spots on the outside of her arms, and on her lekku. The last few centimeters of her lekku were pink as well. "Hey Jedi Solo," she replied with amusement towards her fellow door-warder. As Seventy-Two walked past them, she overheard Ta'tan'ia call Attan a nerfherder, which made Seventy-Two smile with her own amusement. Halfway down the steps, she put on her spectacles and earpieces. An Imperial speeder was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. At the Imperial Embassy, Seventy-Two found a tall, attractive-looking female Naval Lieutenant, along with half-a-dozen stormtroopers, waiting on her. Well, practically anyone that was wearing an Imperial Naval uniform was attractive to her now, but the Lieutenant was definitely attractive. As she got closer, she realized that the Lieutenant also looked familiar. Lieutenant Ross had been Seventy-Two's Recruit Leader in Imperial Basic Training, where both had been eager Imperial Recruits. At the time Lieutenant Ross had been enlisted, and didn't seem to have a very high opinion of Imperial Officers. As hard as it was for her to believe now, Seventy-Two had actually been going through basic in preparation for taking command of the entire Imperial Fighter Corps. Both Recruits' true natures had quickly taken over though. Less than a week into basic, Ross replaced Seventy-Two as Recruit Leader. From then on, Seventy-Two spent quite a bit of time with her tongue between Recruit Leader Ross's legs. That is until Seventy-Two transferred to the ProCorps Academy, and discovered her true nature. ProCorps troopers got to know a lot of Naval personnel during their enlistments—in private. In public, ProCorps troopers kept things strictly professional, unless their superior wished otherwise, and even then they only relaxed their military discipline when it was appropriate. For ProCorps troopers, Imperial regulations overrode even obedience to superiors they had been personally assigned to. Since the duties of a ProCorps trooper were pretty well-known in the Imperial Navy, ProCorps troopers pretended not to even know past clients, so they wouldn't embarrass them. Seventy-Two stopped a couple of meters in front of her, and the security gate. "Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, reporting as ordered, Ma'am," she announced. Since they were still in an area that was the public could view, she didn't assume parade-rest. The Lieutenant smiled back at her, and Seventy-Two sensed genuine happiness. "Seventy-Two, nice to see you again. Or should I say, welcome back, my little Jedi pet," she said with a mischievous grin. "Ma'am, I'm not a Jedi, I'm a ProCorps trooper," she replied politely. Then she smiled. "But you can call me whatever you want to, Lieutenant Ross; and congratulations on earning your commission, Ma'am." "Thank you, Seventy-Two," she replied with her own smile. "Now, let's get you strip-searched. The Jedi might have planted listening devices on those ridiculous robes they make you wear." "Yes Ma'am," Seventy-Two replied enthusiastically as she followed Lieutenant Ross through the security scanners into a small room. Two of the stormtroopers followed them. There Seventy-Two eagerly stripped out of every stitch of Jedi clothes that she had on. To her delight, Lieutenant Ross even had a pair of proper ProCorps boots for her to put on in place of the Jedi ones. Seventy-Two was looking forward to a probing full body search from Lieutenant Ross, or the stormtroopers, but once she was dressed in nothing but her ProCorps gear, they took her to the Embassy's medical clinic. There they gave her a quick medical exam, which included a brainwave scan. Then they took her spectacles and earpieces to make sure they were still properly synced. While that was happening, Lieutenant Ross and her six stormtroopers took her to the playroom used by the Embassy's resident ProCorps trooper. The stormtroopers waited outside, while Lieutenant Ross and Seventy-Two went inside. "Now, it's been a long time since I felt that tongue between my legs," Lieutenant Ross said as she stripped off her uniform. Then she sat down on the pouf couch. "And just like in basic training, if you do a good job, I might let you have an orgasm yourself afterwards." "Yes Ma'am," Seventy-Two said with a smile as she dropped to her knees in front of her. Seventy-Two leaned forward and quickly began licking her pussy. She had long ago lost count of the number of pussies she had licked, but Lieutenant Ross's had been the first in the Empire, and she knew exactly how to please her. Soon Seventy-Two had her moaning loudly in pleasure, and nearly seven minutes after she started, Lieutenant Ross screamed out in orgasm. After she recovered, Lieutenant Ross went to the 'fresher to clean up. Then she ran her ID chit over her chastity belt, and ordered Seventy-Two to take it off. "Since you've been out of circulation for so long, I've decided that my stormtroopers will come in here and do whatever they want with you until you have to go back to the Jedi," Lieutenant Ross told her. "Yes Ma'am!" Seventy-Two replied enthusiastically. When Lieutenant Ross opened the door, the six stormtroopers were waiting outside. "She's all yours boys," she told them with a smile. Seventy-Two was surprised when all six stormtroopers filed into the room and started stripping off their armor. She had been expecting them to come in one at a time. She was a ProCorps trooper though, and was always eager to take on a challenge. . . or six. A few minutes later, Seventy-Two had a cock in each of her hands, and one each in her pussy, ass, and mouth. It had been ages since she had enjoyed a proper Imperial gangbang. The other stormtrooper patiently waited for an opening. The six stormtroopers were certainly up to the task of giving her what she needed. Seventy-Two wasn't sure how many times they had each cum, but she was sure she had given them at least two apiece. They had given her four—or five—of her own. As much as she had enjoyed it, she hoped that they had enjoyed her more. After Seventy-Two thanked them, she went into the 'fresher to take a sanisteam. When she came out, Lieutenant Ross was waiting for her, with her spectacles and earpieces. Seventy-Two happily put them, and her chastity belt back on, then they went back to the Embassy's entrance. There Seventy-Two found a container with nine chronos, comlinks, spectacles, and earpieces, with the names of the Jedi they were meant for. The chronos and comlinks were gray. There were also several sets of modified Jedi boots with ten-centimeter wedge heels. Seventy-Two reluctantly put the Jedi Robes back on, and carried the container out to the speeder Lieutenant Ross had waiting, and went back to the Jedi Temple. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Quite a few holojournalists kept a watching eye, and holocamera, on the entrance to the Jedi Temple. When the stunning young platinum blonde Jedi with the gigantic rack came out, they immediately began trying to learn who she was. While they were trying to figure it out, they ran some footage of her on the HoloNet, in the background of a piece on the Jedi. Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 02 Just by chance, Chief of State Natasi Daala saw the footage of the beautiful Jedi descending the steps of the Jedi Temple. She knew exactly who she was, and immediately commed High Moff Fel, head of the Galactic Empire. "Ah, good afternoon, Your Excellency," he greeted her. "Moff Fel, why is Jaina Solo at the Jedi Temple?" she asked him without preamble. Moff Fel frowned a moment. "Well, technically that is SX-51472, but to answer your question, Master Durron asked for her to come back for a while, and I agreed," he replied. Chief Daala considered that a moment. "You could have told me," she suggested. Now Moff Fel smiled. "I'm sorry, Chief Daala. I was busy getting her prepped, and some other things have come up." Chief Daala's expression softened. "How long is she supposed to be at the Temple?" "She has just under a month left, unless I decide to extend her assignment," he replied, slightly wary. "Alright," Chief Daala said. "Please let me know if you do, Your Excellency," she added, considering the situation. "I will, Your Excellency," he answered. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ When Seventy-Two arrived back at the Jedi Temple, Master Katarn promptly confiscated the gifts, including the boots, and notified Master Durron. After some discussion, where Seventy-Two assured them that they were only for relaxation, and the Jedi had asked for them, the three went to the Temple clinic, and Master Cilghal. After Seventy-Two demonstrated the comlink, spectacles, and earpieces, Master Katarn scanned the equipment. When he didn't find anything obviously dangerous, Master Cilghal suggested that another Jedi try them out for a few days, while she monitored them for unusual signs. That worried Seventy-Two. She knew that although there wasn't any actual brainwashing involved, the music and patterns helped her realize she wanted to serve the Empire. She didn't think that the Master's would appreciate her helping the other Jedi feel the same way though. Ta'tan'ia, a female Twi'lek Jedi, volunteered to wear the chrono, comlink, spectacles and earpieces for a couple of days, in exchange for a pair of the boots. Reluctantly, Master Durron agreed, and Seventy-Two promised to bring her the modified boots. Moff Fel had told her that the spectacles and earpieces were only meant for humans, and that each set had to be specially prepared for the person. She had no idea what would happen when a Twi'lek wore them. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Finally, the holojournalists identified the sexy blonde Jedi as Jaina Solo. The story quickly became the hottest news item around. The famous daughter of Han and Leia Organa Solo, returning to the Jedi after over two years in the Empire, and looking at least ten years younger than she actually was. Her enlarged breasts seemed to be shown quite often as well, for some reason. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ The next morning, Master Durron attempted another training session with Seventy-Two. Soon afterwards, she arrived at her desk wearing her spectacles and earpieces, as well as her durasteel ProCorps chastity belt, corset, and collar underneath her Jedi tunic and pants. Just like she had worn the day before. "Jaina, why are you wearing those?" Kyp asked, obviously referring to the spectacles and earpieces. "Ta'tan'ia is wearing them too," Seventy-Two replied. "Can I please wear them while she is? They just help me relax so I can work more efficiently for you, Master Durron," she asked emphatically. Kyp frowned at her for a few moments. "Fine, but take them off when leave your desk, or my office," he instructed her. "Of course, Master," Seventy-Two replied with a smile. "And if anyone mentions the collar or corset to me, they're coming off, no matter what," he told her as he walked into his office. "Of course, Master," Seventy-Two called after him, smiling as she went back to work. Not only had he let her wear her spectacles, earpieces, collar, corset, and chastity belt—not that he knew about the chastity belt—he had approved of her being his personal assistant. Seventy-Two did take off the spectacles and earpieces an hour and a half later, when she gave Master Durron his morning blowjob. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Two days later, Master Cilghal announced that listening to the music and watching the transparent patterns had no discernible effect on Ta'tan'ia. Reluctantly, Master Durron allowed Seventy-Two to give the gifts to the Jedi that had asked for them. By that time another half-dozen Jedi had asked for their own as well, including several women that wanted the boots. When the Jedi saw more of them wearing the chronos and comlinks, even more started asking for them. Seventy-Two stayed busy showing them how to use the gear. Soon they were happily listening to their music through their earpieces, and watching the patterns on their spectacles. When Seventy-Two wasn't talking more of the Jedi into trying out the chrono, comlink, spectacles, and earpieces, she performed her personal assistant duties for Master Durron. He also stopped bothering to protest the daily blowjobs. He did insist on continuing to try to re-train her to become a Jedi, however. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ The next day Seventy-Two went back to the Imperial Embassy. This time there was a virtual throng of holojournalists at the Main Entrance of the Temple. Luckily the uniformed Imperial driver of the speeder was on hand, along with a pair of Jedi, to escort her to the vehicle. She still had to politely decline to comment on her return several times, as she hadn't been given orders on what to say to the public about it. Once she arrived at the Imperial Embassy, Seventy-Two got examined and fucked, and gave Lieutenant Ross the names of seven more human Jedi that wanted to try out the ProCorps gear. She also specifically told her that Ta'tan'ia, who was a Twi'lek, wanted a set, and that she had promised her a pair of boots as well. Lieutenant Ross told her that the boots and ProCorps gear wouldn't be a problem. Seventy-Two thanked her, and returned to the Jedi Temple with the gear that she had already requested. After the gear was scanned, she distributed it to the appropriate Jedi, and gave Ta'tan'ia her new boots. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 2 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please vote me a five, and leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 03 Authoress's notes: This is the fourth part of the story of Jaina Solo's transformation into Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. To summarize the story so far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire, with her sometimes lover Jag Fel. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Galactic Empire and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead, after a couple of weeks she puts in for transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corp, or the ProCorps for short. There she learns absolute submission to the Empire, and becomes SX-51472, or "Seventy-Two" for short. Later Seventy-Two helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps. Then she helps the Empire keep control of the Hapes Consortium, where Queen Tenel Ka has become a ProCorps trooper as well. Next she. . . well, read this story to find out what happens next. ;) Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute III: The Return of the ProCorps Trooper Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 03 ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ "Good morning Jedi Solo," Ta'tan'ia said politely as she came into the reception area. "Hello Ta'tan'ia," Seventy-Two replied with a smile. "Have you had a chance to look over the PA instructional file I sent you?" Seventy-Two also noticed that Ta'tan'ia was wearing her spectacles and earpieces, and nodded her approval. The purple-skinned Twi'lek smiled brightly. "Yes. It's great," she answered. "I've really learned a lot from it. Oh, let me tell Master Durron that you here," she said as she brought her left hand to her comlink on her right wrist. "Sure," Seventy-Two agreed with a nod of her head. "Master, Jedi Solo is here to see you," she said into the comlink. "I know. You can send her in," he replied, sounding bored. "Yes Master," Ta'tan'ia replied with a smile towards Seventy-Two. Seventy-Two smiled softly. She noticed that Ta'tan'ia called him Master, without the Durron, and that he hadn't corrected her. Seventy-Two shrugged off her outer robe—which caused Ta'tan'ia to smile knowingly at her—and left it draped over the chair. Then Seventy-Two strutted into Master Durron's office, winking at Ta'tan'ia, who giggled in response. "What is it Jaina?" Kyp Durron asked her as she walked in. He raised an eyebrow slightly at the sight of her. "Hello Master," she cooed as strutted towards his desk. She sensed his arousal rising along with his eyebrow. "I have a little problem," she said as she circled around behind his desk. "Chief Daala doesn't want me to wear my ugly Jedi robes, so I need some credits to get clothes for the office," she said as she dropped to her knees and began pulling his cock out of his pants. "I'm sure the Galactic Alliance can afford to outfit you," he replied as she wrapped her lips around his dick. Seventy-Two looked up into his eyes as she slid his shaft into her mouth, then back out. "The Senate will ask too many questions, Master. You know how slowly the GA bureaucracy moves. I was wondering if you could free up some credits from the Jedi Order's budget," she asked, then went back to working on his stiff rod a few more seconds. Kyp gasped in reply. "Moff Fel has spent all those credits on the boots and comlinks and stuff for the Jedi, can't you help me out just a little?" she asked as she slid her lips back down his cock. Master Durron gasped again—a little louder. Seventy-Two spent a few minutes sucking and licking his dick, while pausing periodically to sweet talk him more. She even reminded him that he hadn't always worn Jedi Robes all the time himself. "Alright," he finally agreed breathlessly, on the verge of orgasm. "Thank you Master," she replied, then promptly deep throated him. While he had held out longer than she thought he would, a ProCorps trooper never backs down from a difficult task. She expertly sucked him off to an orgasm, and cheerfully swallowed every drop of his cum. After Master Durron recovered, he summoned Ta'tan'ia into his office. Seventy-Two discreetly moved around to the front of his desk, and was sitting down comfortably when she came in. "Yes Master?" Ta'tan'ia asked him as she approached his desk. Seventy-Two noticed that she called him Master again. She glanced back, and saw an amused smile on the Twi'lek's face. "I've decided to open a small credit account for Jedi Solo to purchase some clothing suitable for wearing around Chief Daala's office. Please make the necessary arrangements. When you're finished, bring it to me for my approval," he instructed her. "Yes Master," Ta'tan'ia replied obediently. Ta'tan'ia waited a moment, until Master Durron waved a dismissal. Then she strutted out of the office, her hips swaying seductively. Seventy-Two smiled with appreciation, then glanced down at her chrono. She still had nearly two hours until the press conference. After Ta'tan'ia left, Master Durron took a deep breath, and looked back at Seventy-Two. "Jaina, why did you give your lightsaber to Chief Daala, and why did you tell the whole galaxy you did it as a sign of trust, and the proper loyalty a Jedi should have towards the Galactic Alliance Chief of State?" Kyp asked her pointedly. Because Moff Fel told me to do what she said, Seventy-Two thought. "Because I thought it was a good idea, Master," she replied honestly, without telling him the complete truth. "I really support Chief Daala's government, and I think she is a great Chief of State, Master." "Now people are going to expect the rest of us to turn over our lightsabers to her," he pointed out. That was certainly a possibility; but unlikely. "I don't think very many people will expect that, Master," she replied. The Jedi have served the New Republic and the Galactic Alliance since they existed. Chief Daala just wants a little more cooperation from the Jedi," she explained. Master Durron stared back at her a few moments. "And when the time comes, we'll be there again. We will not let her destroy us," he stated matter-of-factly. Seventy-Two knew that twenty-eight Jedi were wearing Imperial tracking devices, even if they hadn't been activated yet. She also knew that they were starting down the path of becoming ProCorps troopers. While that wasn't a crippling percentage of Jedi, it was a lot. "Chief Daala doesn't want to destroy the Jedi Order," Seventy-Two replied earnestly. She just wants complete control of it, she added mentally. Seventy-Two only wanted what was best for the Empire. Master Durron stared back at her a few seconds. "And the Jedi Order wishes to continue their service to the Galactic Alliance; with a minimal amount of government interference," he replied. "That's something I think we can all agree on, Master," Seventy-Two replied happily. Chief Daala probably won't agree on your definition of minimal, though, she thought to herself. In the reception area, Ta'tan'ia had her wait while she got the final approval from Master Durron for the line of credit. When she returned, she asked Seventy-Two about the collar and corset. "They should be ready by tomorrow," Seventy-Two assured her. "Thanks," Ta'tan'ia replied with a smile. "Oh, I've got a file to upload to you," she added with a little excitement. "Okay," Seventy-Two replied in confusion, but happy that Ta'tan'ia was using the Imperial comlink instead of her old one. Seventy-Two received the file and quickly opened it. There was a list of eight more Jedi that wanted a chrono, comlink, spectacles and earpieces. There was another list of thirteen Jedi that wanted a collar like she had been wearing underneath her tunic. Five of the Jedi on the second list were women, and they also indicated that they wanted a corset. "I'll see what I can do for them," Seventy-Two said with a smile. Then she glanced at her chrono again. For now, she had a press conference to get to. Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 04 Authoress's notes: This is the fourth part of the story of Jaina Solo's transformation into Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. To summarize the story so far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire, with her sometimes lover Jag Fel. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Galactic Empire and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead, after a couple of weeks she puts in for transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corp, or the ProCorps for short. There she learns absolute submission to the Empire, and becomes SX-51472, or "Seventy-Two" for short. Later Seventy-Two helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps. Then she helps the Empire keep control of the Hapes Consortium, where Queen Tenel Ka has become a ProCorps trooper as well. Next she. . . well, read this story to find out what happens next. ;) Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute III: The Return of the ProCorps Trooper Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 04 Somehow, she picked up the nickname DJ from them. It didn't take her long to find out that that was short for Daala's Jedi. Even though it was trivial, Seventy-Two thought it would amuse Chief Daala, so she decided to tell her. "That is soooo cute, Seventy-Two," Chief Daala replied with broad smile. "I love it." "I thought you would, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied with her own smile. Chief Daala expression turned thoughtful a few moments. "How would you like that to be your new name around the office?" she asked her. Seventy-Two thought about that a moment. While she wasn't a Jedi, she was assigned to Chief Daala. Just about anything was better than Jedi Solo. "I'd like that, Your Excellency," she replied genuinely. "Of course it'll be a secret what it really means. I'll have Lysa start calling you that, and tell her to get everyone else to as well. Maybe I'll even get word to Jedi Asari, and have the Jedi call you that at the Temple," Chief Daala suggested. While Seventy-Two knew she would prefer the name DJ to Jedi Solo, she wasn't sure how that would go over once the Jedi Masters found out. She could always just say that she didn't know what it meant, though. "You can call me whatever you want to, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied with a smile. Chief Daala immediately called Lysa in, and told her to call Seventy-Two DJ around the office from now on, and get the rest of her staff to as well. "Yes, Your Excellency," Lysa replied with a smile. "The holojournalists have been calling her that. Do you know what DJ stands for?" Chief Daala asked her with amusement. "Daala's Jedi, Your Excellency," she replied, grinning. Chief Daala chuckled with amusement. "Very good, Lysa. Did you figure that out just now?" Lysa blushed slightly. "No, Your Excellency, I heard Javis Tyrr call her that while I was setting up for your holojournalists conference the other day. He told me what it meant." Chief Daala kept smiling. "Well, that's still nice, Lysa," she told her. "Thank you, Your Excellency," Lysa replied obediently. "Excuse me Your Excellency," Seventy-Two said. "Since Lysa is helping to spread my nickname, maybe I can spread one for her?" Chief Daala smiled again. "Another great idea! What kind of nickname did you have in mind for my ProCorps trooper?" she asked as Lysa looked on silently, with an embarrassed smile. "That's exactly what I had in mind, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two answered. "Since I'm DJ, Lysa can be DP: Daala's ProCorps trooper." Chief Daala laughed out loud again. "That's wonderful, Seventy-Two! But what will you tell people when they ask what DP means? I assume you won't be telling them that I have an Imperial ProCorps trooper working in my office, not that they would know what that really was?" "Oh, No Your Excellency, I would never do that," Seventy-Two replied quickly. Then she paused, trying to think of what else DP could mean. "I know, Your Excellency," Lysa answered. "She can tell them that it's short for Daala's Pet. Only the three of us will know what it really means, though." "Excellent," Chief Daala announced. "Of course as the Chief of State I can't call my staff members by nicknames in public, or when I have certain visitors. However, I expect to hear the two of you being called DP and DJ frequently, both by each other and everyone else." "Yes, Your Excellency," the two ProCorps troopers replied cheerfully. Seventy-Two showed up at Chief Daala's office every morning wearing her Jedi ProCorps uniform. The Senators and other dignitaries quickly grew used to her assisting Lysa around Chief Daala's office. They also picked up on their new nicknames, and Seventy-Two and Lysa quickly began answering to DJ and DP more often than their own names. Well, in Seventy-Two's case more often than the other name she was pretending to go by. At the Jedi Temple, more and more Jedi began wearing the ProCorps gear. Many of them began asking about her uniform as well. Kani began calling her DJ, and other Jedi quickly picked up on it, once they saw that she didn't mind. When Moff Fel felt the time was right, he quietly activated the tracking devices in their comlinks, and began monitoring all their communications they made through them. One evening, Seventy-Two showed Jedi Kani Asari her chastity belt, and her skin coloration on her ass and crotch. Then she told her about serving the Empire as a ProCorps trooper. Kani was stunned. She was also extremely aroused. The next morning, Seventy-Two had Chief Daala's speeder drop Kani off at the Imperial Embassy on the way to the office. Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 05 Authoress's notes: This is the fourth part of the story of Jaina Solo's transformation into Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. To summarize the story so far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire, with her sometimes lover Jag Fel. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Galactic Empire and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead, after a couple of weeks she puts in for transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corp, or the ProCorps for short. There she learns absolute submission to the Empire, and becomes SX-51472, or "Seventy-Two" for short. Later Seventy-Two helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps. Then she helps the Empire keep control of the Hapes Consortium, where Queen Tenel Ka has become a ProCorps trooper as well. Next she. . . well, read this story to find out what happens next. ;) Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute III: The Return of the ProCorps Trooper ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ CHAPTER 5 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ That afternoon Seventy-Two made her own visit to the Embassy, and Lieutenant Ross thanked her for bringing Jedi Asari by, and told her that she had been sent back to the Temple. "Um, Ma'am, I thought the Empire wanted me to recruit more Jedi to become ProCorps troopers?" Seventy-Two asked her politely. "That is the ultimate goal, but Moff Fel and Chief Daala have decided that the Jedi need to stay put for now," Lieutenant Ross explained. "Oh, okay Ma'am," Seventy-Two replied, not quite understanding. Still, it wasn't a ProCorps trooper's place to question her superiors, especially her Supreme Commander. "However, you can encourage them to stop by here for a visit. You can tell them that we have some new patterns and music for their spectacles and earpieces. They'll need to come in one or two at a time though, so they don't arouse suspicion from the Jedi Masters," Lieutenant Ross explained. "Yes Ma'am," Seventy-Two answered cheerfully as she let the doctor strap her onto the exam table. Today they had to extract her eggs so they could be fertilized and implanted in the wombs of women back in the Empire. Idly, Seventy-Two wondered how many children she had helped produce for the Empire. She was sure it was at least several hundred by now. Seventy-Two hoped they grew up to serve the Empire well. After her medical exam, she cheerfully licked Lieutenant Ross's pussy, who then fucked her with a strap-on. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ A week after Seventy-Two became Chief Daala's Jedi liaison, a very popular holozine asked her if they could do an article on Jedi Solo. After Chief Daala made sure they would be presenting her, and her Jedi liaison, in a positive light, she gave Seventy-Two her permission. The title of the article was Modern Jedi. It gave a brief and very favorable history of Jaina's accomplishments: Flying with Rogue Squadron during the Yuuzhan Vong war, surviving the mission to Myrkr, fighting Supreme Overlord Shimrra, and most importantly, killing Darth Caedus. The article left out her becoming a Killik 'Joiner,' and her going to the Empire. It also implied, rather pointedly, that the Jedi Order had held her back from going after Caedus. It made it seem like she wanted to take him out when he ordered her to fire on an unarmed ship during the blockade of Corellia at the beginning of the war, but the Masters wouldn't let her. The Jedi Order was presented as an outdated group of zealots that wanted to control the Galaxy. Seventy-Two helpfully explained to Javis Tyrr, the interviewer, that Chief Daala simply wanted to ensure that something like Caedus's rise to power would never happen again. She also explained that the galaxy would be a much safer place if the Jedi Order fully submitted to the authority of the Galactic Alliance government. There were several holos of Seventy-Two included as well. Two of them were particularly interesting. The first holo, which was on the cover of the holozine, had Seventy-Two standing in front of the main entrance of the Jedi Temple with her feet a little more than shoulder-width apart, and one hand on her hip. She was wearing her brown boots and tan uniform, without the long brown jacket. Her tracking collar, chrono and comlink were all easily visible. Chief Daala had returned her lightsaber to her for the holoshoot, and it was prominently attached to her belt. After nearly an hour of shooting, the holographer captured the shot she had been looking for. A handful of Jedi, including a few imposing looking non-humans, were in the background above her, wearing their full Jedi robes. They looked very dour and overly serious compared to Jaina's cheerful expression and confident stance. The second holo was of Chief Daala and Jedi Solo flanking the statue of former Chief of State Leia Organa Solo. Both Chief Daala and Jedi Solo looked very professional in their crisp uniforms, the epitome of chic. With the statue of Chief Organa Solo between them, the holo practicality titled itself Legacy, and implied that Jedi Solo would obviously be Chief of State someday, in spite of the clearly visible tracking collar around her neck. The few other holos featured Seventy-Two in her new Jedi uniform, one with the outer jacket, and the rest without it. The holographer seemed to like her chrono and comlink, and made sure one of them was in every holo, along with her tracking collar. One holo had Seventy-Two cheerfully submitting to a security check outside the Chief of State's office complex, further demonstrating the control that the government should have over the Jedi. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Chief Daala was absolutely giddy as she reread the article. "The Jedi look like a bunch of incompetent fools," she said as she studied the first picture. Seventy-Two didn't completely agree with her, but the article did make the Jedi Order look pretty bad. "I'm gonna have to make sure your father—I mean inmate Han Solo—gets a copy of this in his cell," Chief Daala commented with amusement. "I'm sure it'll help him pass the time, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two agreed with a slight smile. She really didn't want to think about him at all. Chief Daala sat the holozine down for a moment, and pulled out the remote to Seventy-Two's uniform. She hit a button and Seventy-Two heard her belt unlock. "I think we should celebrate by you kneeling between my legs, DJ," Chief Daala told her. "I've been waiting a long time to get that tongue of yours down there." "Yes, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied with a smile as she stripped off her uniform. So far Lysa had been handling these duties. She had had to be content with her twice-weekly visits to the Imperial Embassy. A minute or so later, Seventy-Two had her hands cuffed behind her back, and was enthusiastically licking Chief Daala's pussy. Since she was older, It took Seventy-Two a little time to bring her to orgasm. Finally she felt her legs clench around her head, and Chief Daala orgasmed. "Kriffing Sith! Now that's the proper role a Jedi should have in my government," Chief Daala exclaimed as she recovered. Seventy-Two licked her lips and smiled up at her. She knew that Chief Daala didn't really want all the Jedi licking her pussy. "Well, I hope you can succeed, Your Excellency," she replied. Chief Daala chuckled. "Oh, I know, DJ," she responded. "You are definitely my idea of the Ideal Jedi." Seventy-Two hadn't been a Jedi for a long time; and didn't ever want to be one again. Still, she was serving the Empire by pretending. "I live to serve, Your Excellency," she replied with a heartfelt smile. "The Empire is lucky to have people like you, Seventy-Two," Chief Daala replied with her own smile. Then she became serious. "However, I think we need to keep you away from the Temple a day or so. The Jedi are going to be upset, and I don't want you to get caught in the middle," Chief Daala told her. Seventy-Two was touched at her concern for her. "I'll do as you wish of course, Your Excellency, but I think I'll be okay," she replied politely. Chief Daala smiled down at her. "You are definitely my idea of the Ideal Jedi, DJ," she said. "But my apartment needs cleaning anyway." "Yes Your Excellency," she replied dutifully, and with a smile. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ When they arrived at Chief Daala's apartment, Seventy-Two wasn't surprised to find a tiny fetish maid's uniform in her size. There was another one that looked to be Lysa's size as well. She also spotted one of Lysa's duty uniforms, as well as one for her. It appeared that Chief Daala was prepared for either of her ProCorps troopers to spend the night with no warning, if necessary. "That's one of the things that I didn't want the Senate asking about," Chief Daala told her with a smile as she changed into her maid's uniform. "Yes, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied. She wondered what else Chief Daala might have bought with the Jedi Order's credits, but knew that it wasn't any of her business unless Chief Daala wished it to be. The Jedi order buying a fetish maid's uniform for her to clean Chief Daala's apartment in was funny though—and arousing. "I bet Master Durron wouldn't mind seeing me in this, though, Your Excellency," she said with a smile as she dressed. "I'm sure he wouldn't," Chief Daala replied with a smile. "Maybe one day, if he's a good Jedi, I might let him. . . Or maybe I'll get him one too," she said with a laugh. Seventy-Two tried to imagine Master Durron wearing a fetish maid's outfit, curtseying Chief Daala. "I don't think he'll go for that, Your Excellency," she answered politely, and with an amused smile. "Perhaps not," Chief Daala agreed after a few moments. Seventy-Two loved the eighteen-centimeter sandals with locking ankle straps, stockings, and the short black dress. The white apron though, had a large Galactic Alliance Emblem on the front. She reminded herself that she still served the Empire, no matter what was on her maid's apron, and presented herself to Chief Daala for her approval. "You look adorable, Seventy-Two," Chief Daala exclaimed. Then she grabbed a holoimager. "I've got to take a few holos to send to Moff Fel," she added. Seventy-Two obediently posed while Chief Daala took several holos of her in the maid's uniform. Governor Garowyn had done the same thing with Tenel Ka on Hapes. That made Seventy-Two wonder just how many holos Moff Fel got of ProCorps troopers dressed to serve the Empire. "I was going to have your maid's uniform brown, like Jedi robes, but I didn't want to be reminded of them while I was at home, and didn't think you wanted to be either," Chief Daala explained as she sent the holos. "And besides, I wanted yours to match Lysa's, in case I ever need you two serving together." Seventy-Two's first choice would be to wear her ProCorps uniform, but she appreciated Chief Daala's concern for her wishes. Her maid's uniform was vastly preferable to something that would remind her of the Jedi. Also, she was definitely looking forward to serving alongside Lysa, when Chief Daala needed them both. "Thank you, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied with a genuine gratitude. "I love it!" It didn't take Seventy-Two very long to clean Chief Daala's apartment—after decades in the Imperial Navy the Galactic Alliance Chief of State was naturally very tidy. While Seventy-Two cleaned, Chief Daala relaxed on her pouf couch with a glass of wine and watched the holonews. Seventy-Two would have actually finished sooner if Chief Daala hadn't kept calling her in to see another news segment on the holozine article. Finally she finished though, and Chief Daala allowed her to kneel on the floor in front of the pouf couch and watch the holoscreen for a few minutes with her. When the holonews show was over, Chief Daala changed out of her comfortable sweats and into a strap-on. Then Seventy-Two spent about half-an-hour getting thoroughly fucked from behind, in both her pussy and ass. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, and Chief Daala was pulling hard on the leash attached to the five centimeter wide collar she was wearing below her tracking collar. While ProCorps troopers were trained to endure much worse, she sensed that Chief Daala was working out a particularly strong resentment through dominating her. Seventy-Two was happy to help her work out her emotions—that was the main mission of the ProCorps, to help Imperials become happier and better motivated! Afterwards, Chief Daala used the 'fresher, then released Seventy-Two. Then Chief Daala told her to take a sanisteam, since she preferred to take her own in the morning. Next, to her mild surprise, Chief Daala allowed her to sleep on her pouf couch. Seventy-Two wouldn't have minded the cage in the closet, but as long as she could cuff her hands behind her back, she would be fine. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ The next morning, Security commed Chief Daala's PA, Lysa, and told her that a Jedi Knight was there, and that she wanted to see Chief Daala. Seventy-Two, along with most everyone else, was somewhat surprised by the visit. Since she was the Jedi liaison, Chief Daala sent her down to find out what was going on. "Jedi Asari," Seventy-Two greeted Kani when she arrived at the security station. Seventy-Two noticed that she was wearing a collar underneath her tunic, as well as a pair of fifteen-centimeter heeled boots, along with her chrono and comlink. It looked like she was wearing her corset as well. There was a trio of suspicious guards watching her, as well as a YVH droid. Fortunately none of them, including Kani, had any weapons out. "Jedi Solo," Kani replied with a polite nod. "I've come to turn my lightsaber over to Chief Daala, like you have," she informed her. That definitely surprised the security officers, and Seventy-Two. "Are you sure?" Seventy-Two asked her. "Absolutely," she replied confidently. Then she glanced at the officers. "Can we talk on the way?" Seventy-Two glanced at the security officers, for their consent. "We normally wouldn't allow a weapon to be taken into the Chief of State's office complex," the Sergeant told them uncertainly. "But since she's turning it over to Chief Daala, I guess it'll be okay." Seventy-Two certainly didn't want to be seen as being above the rules. "What if I keep it secure, and present it to Chief Daala when it's time," she offered. "How about he carries it up and gives it to her," the Sergeant countered tactfully, gesturing towards the YVH droid. "That will be fine," Kani answered, promptly handing her lightsaber over to the droid. "I'll comm Ms. Truden, and let her know that you're on the way," the Sergeant replied politely. "Thank you, Sergeant," Seventy-Two said as she and Kani entered the complex with the droid behind them. Since the YVH droid wasn't escorting them, Seventy-Two and Kani were able to move ahead far enough so they could speak without it recording them. That did prove a little difficult though, as the towering heels on their boots weren't really designed for walking very fast. "Lieutenant Ross told me that I should turn my lightsaber over to Chief Daala. I had already been thinking about it though," Kani said with a shrug. "Okay," Seventy-Two replied, not really sure what else to say. "Oh, and quite a few Jedi have been going to the Imperial Embassy. A bunch of us have even started wearing our collars pretty much all the time in the Temple now," Kani told her with a conspiratorial smile. That last bit surprised Seventy-Two, but she was more concerned with the Jedi getting the software updates for their spectacles and earpieces from the Embassy. "That's great, make sure you tell everyone to stop by whenever they can, okay?" she replied. "I will," Kani promised her. "But there's really no need, it's like a parade now," she added with a laugh. "Well, do what you can," Seventy-Two replied as they arrived at Chief Daala's reception area. "Good morning Jedi Asari," Lysa greeted them with a smile. "Chief Daala is on a comm call at the moment. Would you care for some refreshments while you wait?" "Um, No thanks," Kani replied with confusion. Seventy-Two followed her gaze to the spectacles and earpieces that Lysa was wearing. "She wears them to help her relax, just like you," Seventy-Two explained to her. "Oh, okay," Kani said with a smile, and understanding. Then Lysa stepped a little closer to them. "I didn't tell Chief Daala why you're here, I wanted to surprise her. I just told her that she would really want to speak to you. That's so she doesn't make you wait too long," she told them with a conspiratorial smile. Seventy-Two had already seen several instances of Chief Daala making visitors that she didn't want to talk to wait—sometimes for up to an hour—but she called Kani into her office in just a few minutes. "Ah, Hello, Jedi. . . Asari, is it?" Chief Daala greeted her. "What brings you to my office this morning?" she asked as she gestured for Kani to have a seat. As a staff member—and ProCorps trooper—Seventy-Two remained standing. She stepped to the side, far enough away so Kani wouldn't feel like she was looming over her. Seventy-Two knew that Lysa had told Chief Daala Kani's full name before they had come in. She was also sure that Chief Daala had taken a moment to review Kani's file before talking with them. Most likely Chief Daala didn't know anything at all about Kani in advance, other than she was a Jedi. She probably couldn't even have recognized her before seeing her picture in the file. "Your Excellency," Kani replied with a polite nod. "I have come to turn my lightsaber over to you, like Jedi Solo has," she replied. Seventy-Two nodded towards the YVH droid, and it stepped forward and handed the lightsaber to Chief Daala, thankfully with the blade end pointed away from her. "Ah, what a pleasant surprise," Chief Daala replied cheerfully as she accepted the lightsaber. "I'll be sure to keep it safe, in case I ever decide you need it again." "Thank you, Your Excellency," Kani replied respectfully. "You're welcome Kani. You don't mind if I call Kani, do you," Chief Daala asked her. "Not at all, Your Excellency," Kani replied after a barely noticeable pause. "Good. Tell me Kani, did you inform Master Durron of your decision before coming here today?" Chief Daala asked her after she locked the lightsaber in a desk drawer. Seventy-Two sensed a twinge of regret from Kani. She wasn't sure if it was from the question or the drawer locking though. "No Your Excellency," Kani replied. "The Masters wouldn't approve. I don't know what they'll do when they find out," she added solemnly. "Well, you have Dee-Ja—Jedi Solo's comm code. If they're too hard on you, let her know, and I'll protect you," Chief Daala told her as she leaned back in her chair. "Thank you Your Excellency," Kani replied with a relieved smile. Seventy-Two caught Chief Daala's momentary slip, and glanced at Kani to see if she had noticed. The Jedi glanced back, and shot her a quick grin. "By the way Kani, since you're here, what do you think of Jedi Solo's new uniform?" Chief Daala asked her. Kani took a moment to glance over at her. All the Jedi had seen it several times now, as Seventy-Two had worn it at the Temple since she first got it. "I like it, Your Excellency," Kani answered. "I wish I could get one myself." Chief Daala nodded thoughtfully a moment. "Well, perhaps one day you will," Then she leaned forward, and looked sharply at the top of Kani's tunic. "Is that a collar, Kani?" she asked her in surprise. Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 05 Kani blushed with embarrassment. "Yes, Your Excellency," she replied, attempting to tug up her tunic to hide it better. "Don't be shy Kani, let me see it," Chief Daala instructed her. Kani obediently pulled down the collar of her tunic to reveal the five-centimeter wide gray durasteel ProCorps-style collar encircling her neck. Chief Daala studied it a moment. "It looks very nice on you, Kani. I'm embarrassed now though. I don't have a tracking collar to offer you." Kani's face turned redder as she put her tunic back into place. "Thank you Your Excellency, but I don't think I'm ready for that yet. Besides, I couldn't imagine what Master Durron would do to me." Chief Daala considered that a couple of seconds. "Has Master Durron or any of the other Masters seen that collar? I understand that quite a few Jedi are wearing them now." "I think so, Your Excellency," Kani replied after a slight hesitation. "They seem to be trying to ignore them, hoping that we'll quit wearing them on our own." Chief Daala glanced up at Seventy-Two, who nodded her agreement with Kani's assessment. "Well, I actually hadn't expected any Jedi to take me up on the suggestion of a tracking device—or turning their lightsaber over to me for that matter—so I don't have anymore of the tracking collars," Chief Daala said unhappily. "However, since the Masters have seen these collars around the Temple, what if I get some tracking collars that look like those. That way the Masters won't suspect anything, and the Jedi that want to demonstrate the proper loyalty and trust they should have in the Galactic Alliance government, can do so," Chief Daala explained cheerfully. While the question was directed at Kani, Seventy-Two knew this was a situation where she needed to respond. "I think that has a very good chance of succeeding, Your Excellency," she said. Chief Daala nodded towards her, then turned back towards Jedi Asari. "What about you, Kani? If it can be disguised, would you be willing to demonstrate a little loyalty and trust in the Galactic Alliance government?" Kani thought about that for several moments. "I don't know, Your Excellency," she finally replied. Seventy-Two suspected that the only reason she wasn't sure was that she didn't want Chief Daala to know about her trips to the Imperial Embassy. Unfortunately, that wasn't something she could tell Chief Daala without permission, even though she was sure that Chief Daala wouldn't care. Seventy-Two stepped over behind Kani, and laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Your Excellency, I think we should give Kani a little time to think this over. She has taken a big step in the right direction by turning her lightsaber over to you. Perhaps by the time the tracking collars are ready she'll be ready to take another step," Seventy-Two suggested diplomatically. Kani looked up at her, and nodded her head once in silent agreement. "That is a good idea, Jedi Solo," Chief Daala agreed. "Perhaps by then some other Jedi will be willing to take a step as well." "Perhaps, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied, glancing down at Kani. "Well, we'll see, won't we," Chief Daala replied. "For now, I've got a government to run. Thank you for stopping by today, Kani, and demonstrating your loyalty and trust in the Galactic Alliance government. You may go now," she said, dismissing her. "You're welcome, Your Excellency," Kani replied as she stood up. Seventy-Two, Kani, and the droid went back into the reception area, then headed back towards the security checkpoint. On the way, Seventy-Two asked her if she was worried about Chief Daala finding out about her visiting the Imperial Embassy. Kani responded with a slight nod of her head. Seventy-Two replied by assuring her that Chief Daala wouldn't have a problem with it. After Kani left, and the YVH droid returned to its post, Seventy-Two sent another message to Lieutenant Ross asking her if she could tell Chief Daala that the Jedi were visiting the Imperial Embassy. By the time she arrived back at Chief Daala's office, Lieutenant Ross had replied, and given her consent. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 5 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please vote me a five, and leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 06 Authoress's notes: This is the fourth part of the story of Jaina Solo's transformation into Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. To summarize the story so far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire, with her sometimes lover Jag Fel. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Galactic Empire and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead, after a couple of weeks she puts in for transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corp, or the ProCorps for short. There she learns absolute submission to the Empire, and becomes SX-51472, or "Seventy-Two" for short. Later Seventy-Two helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps. Then she helps the Empire keep control of the Hapes Consortium, where Queen Tenel Ka has become a ProCorps trooper as well. Next she. . . well, read this story to find out what happens next. ;) Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute III: The Return of the ProCorps Trooper Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 06 Chief Daala did tell her not to let any of the Senators see the altered skin on her ass and crotch. Seventy-Two agreed with her on that. If the Senators saw Imperial Property on her ass, or the Imperial Emblem along with her title and serial number over her pussy, they might not respond so favorably to her persuasions. Still, for most of the visits, Seventy-Two didn't feel like the Senators would react positively to oral sex. The proposal started out by saying that Jedi would only be allowed on government approved missions, under supervision. They would also be given government support on those missions, if necessary. The Jedi could ask to go on a mission, or the Galactic Alliance Government could request Jedi for a mission. In Chief Daala's original proposal, she had insisted on being the only one that could approve Jedi missions. Seventy-Two had managed to talk her into giving the Senate Security Committee the power to authorize Jedi missions as well. She explained that by the time the Senators debated and voted, word of the mission would have leaked—probably from the Senator's staffers—or the crisis would be over. After a few leaks and delays—which Chief Daala could secretly help create—the Jedi would be forced to go to her for approval to go on any meaningful missions. This would allow Chief Daala to retain effective control of the Jedi's missions, while allowing for the illusion of sharing the power. The proposal also had a provision stating that if a Jedi acted on their own, then they would be subject to the same laws as any other private citizen. A Jedi could still defend lives, but they would have to justify their actions to legal authority afterwards. Another provision Chief Daala had included stated that all Jedi must have observers appointed by the Chief of State whenever they left the Temple. Seventy-Two got her to modify this to give individual Jedi the option of accepting a tracking device of Chief Daala's choice instead. She convinced her that a lot of Jedi would rather have a tracking device they could ignore than a person hanging over their shoulder they couldn't. Seventy-Two also suggested that Chief Daala have government security officers take over external security of the Jedi Temple. The provision made it clear that the security officers wouldn't be allowed to stop Jedi from leaving, but they would keep track of the Jedi's comings and goings. Last of all, the proposal stated that the Jedi Order had forty-eight hours to accept the terms. Almost simultaneously with the proposal being issued, Chief Daala had just over a hundred security officers—along with a couple of dozen YVH droids—take up positions around the exits of the Jedi Temple. There were nearly four hundred commandos, along with several dozen more YVH droids, out of sight as back up. Seventy-Two knew that this was the delicate part. If someone made the wrong move—on either side—then things could get violent quickly. Chief Daala had assured her that the security officers were under strict orders not to fire at all unless they were under direct attack. Chief Daala had wanted to bring in Mandalorians, but Seventy-Two convinced her that the Galactic Alliance public might feel more sympathetic to the Jedi than hired mercenaries. After much debate, Chief Daala agreed to leave the Mandos on standby, in addition to the Galactic Alliance commandos and extra YVH droids. Both Chief Daala and Seventy-Two were surprised when Master Durron responded by asking to meet with Chief Daala in person, to discuss the matter. Chief Daala had Lysa clear her schedule, and told Master Durron that they could speak as soon as he arrived. Then she commed the Captain in charge of the security officers, and told him to allow Master Durron to leave. Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 07 Authoress's notes: This is the fourth part of the story of Jaina Solo's transformation into Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. To summarize the story so far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire, with her sometimes lover Jag Fel. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Galactic Empire and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead, after a couple of weeks she puts in for transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corp, or the ProCorps for short. There she learns absolute submission to the Empire, and becomes SX-51472, or "Seventy-Two" for short. Later Seventy-Two helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps. Then she helps the Empire keep control of the Hapes Consortium, where Queen Tenel Ka has become a ProCorps trooper as well. Next she. . . well, read this story to find out what happens next. ;) Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute III: The Return of the ProCorps Trooper Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 07 Master Cilghal gave the Mon Calamari equivalent of a smile. "It's not quite that bad, Kyp. The Jedi Order isn't the military." Master Durron obviously wasn't convinced. "Can you heal the human Jedi?" Cilghal frowned slightly. "I'm pretty sure that if we stop them from using the spectacles and earpieces, and stop them from visiting the Imperial Embassy, they'll return to normal. It will take some time, though." "The Empire," Kyp said with disgust. "I can't believe Jag is involved with this. You'll have to contact Ben, and tell him what you've found out." Cilghal nodded her agreement. Per Master Skywalker's ridiculous exile agreement with Daala, they couldn't contact him directly. Realistically, Daala probably expected the exile agreement to include contact with the Jedi Grand Master's son, Ben Skywalker, who was traveling with him. Since the Chief of State hadn't said anything about it yet though, they used Ben to indirectly contact the Jedi Grand Master. "And Master Cilghal, I feel that we should move quickly on this matter. No more than a few days at the most," Kyp told her thoughtfully. Master Cilghal consulted the Force a moment. "I agree. I'll contact Ben as soon as possible, Master Durron," she replied. "Oh, one more thing. Did you learn how the brainwashing affects the victims use of the Force?" Kyp asked her. Ever since the Jedi had started wearing the spectacles and earpieces, their Force abilities had steadily declined. Well, except for Ta'tan'ia's. "No." Then Cilghal paused a moment. "For reasons I don't entirely understand, it does though." Kyp considered that a moment. "Well, that's actually a good thing. At least the Empire doesn't have brainwashed Jedi working for them." "You have a point," Cilghal agreed. "Will their Force abilities return?" Master Durron asked her. Cilghal gave him the Mon Calamari equivalent of a shrug. "We have no way of knowing that. I don't even know how long it will take them to completely recover." "Okay. For now though, we're going to start keeping as many of the brainwashed Jedi as possible in the Temple at all times. I'll say it's for mandatory meditation or something if Daala or anyone asks," Kyp said. "And what will we tell the affected Jedi when they want to visit the Imperial Embassy?" Cilghal asked. Kyp smiled evilly. "We'll keep them busy cleaning the Temple and stuff until it's time to take the spectacles and earpieces." Then he thought a moment. "When we do, we'll probably have to lock them in the holding cells, to be on the safe side." "Yes," Cilghal agreed. "And what are we going to do about Jaina, and the Jedi that have already joined the Empire?" Kyp thought another moment. "We'll tell Daala that she's sick. That should work for at least a day or two. As for the rest. . ." He shook his head. "Unless Master Skywalker can get Jag to release them, I don't know what we can do. Once we free Jaina and the others here, the Empire will hide the rest behind a wall of Star Destroyers. Then Jag and Daala will claim we are trying to kidnap Imperial citizens." "Unfortunately, I'm afraid you're right," Cilghal agreed. "What about that poor girl Chief Daala has; Lysa Truden?" Kyp frowned again. "We don't even know that she has been brainwashed. In fact, we don't even know who she really is." "She wears the spectacles and earpieces, visits the Imperial Embassy, and acts just like Jaina and the rest of them," Cilghal pointed out. Kyp sighed. "Yeah, and she feels familiar to us for some reason, but for all we know she was born and raised in the Empire, and is willingly acting like that." "I doubt it. But if we're right about there being tens of thousands of these people in the Empire, it's not like we can save them all anyway," Cilghal responded. "Yeah. Not without fighting the whole Empire, at any rate. Especially since half the Jedi we've sent to investigate have been brainwashed themselves," Kyp replied. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 7 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please vote me a five, and leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 08 Authoress's notes: This is the fourth part of the story of Jaina Solo's transformation into Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. To summarize the story so far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire, with her sometimes lover Jag Fel. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Galactic Empire and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead, after a couple of weeks she puts in for transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corp, or the ProCorps for short. There she learns absolute submission to the Empire, and becomes SX-51472, or "Seventy-Two" for short. Later Seventy-Two helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps. Then she helps the Empire keep control of the Hapes Consortium, where Queen Tenel Ka has become a ProCorps trooper as well. Next she. . . well, read this story to find out what happens next. ;) Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. Ahandcuffgirl(at)yahoo(dot)com Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute III: The Return of the ProCorps Trooper ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ CHAPTER 8 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Hello Jedi Skywalker," Cilghal said as his hologram appeared. "Hey Master Cilghal," Ben replied with a smile. "Sorry it took so long to comm you back. How are things on Coruscant?" "Not so good. I've confirmed that the Empire has been brainwashing Jedi with the spectacles and earpieces like we've suspected." She then explained how they altered the brainwave patterns of the wearer, and that they only worked on humans. "Can you heal them?" Luke Skywalker asked as he stepped into the hologram field. "Yes. If they stop using the spectacles and earpieces, they'll return to normal. I'm not sure exactly how long it will take, though. We are going to confiscate them as soon as we get all the Jedi that have them in the Temple," Cilghal told him. Luke thought a moment. "Good. Do that. We've got one more lead to track down here. I'll contact Wedge and Tycho, and we'll head for Bastion." He paused and shook his head in disbelief. "I expected better from Jag." Cilghal knew that Master Horn was also working with Wedge and Tycho, and Luke, but since Chief Daala's exile agreement forbid Master Skywalker from contacting other Jedi, neither of them mentioned Corran's name. "How's the search for Jedi Organa Solo?" Cilghal asked? Luke frowned slightly. "Not as well as I'd wished. We found some Mando's that seemed like they knew something, but someone—"he glanced at Ben—"Killed them before I could ask them any questions." "I already said I was sorry," Ben replied indignantly. "Besides, they attacked me. What was I supposed to do; ask them if they kidnapped my Aunt Leia between blocking blaster bolts and dodging flame throwers?" Cilghal gave Ben the Mon Calamari equivalent of a smile, then looked back at Luke. "I'm surprised Han hasn't tried to escape to take over the search," she commented. Luke grimaced. "I've had to talk him out of it—twice. And both attempts would have been successful," he assured her. "Wedge and Tycho are close to finding the secret ProCorps training base, though." "Well, tell them may the Force be with them," Cilghal replied. "I will. And tell Master Durron not to take too long to make his move. Even if it means temporarily letting one or two Jedi slip through, save as many as you can," Luke told her. "I'll pass it along, but we also feel the need to act quickly," Cilghal answered. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ In Kyp Durron's office. . . Jedi Knight Ta'tan'ia strutted into his office on her high-heeled boots. Even in her Jedi tunic and pants, she looked amazing. The top edge of her collar was visible around her neck, as well as her chrono and comlink around her wrists. "Yes Master?" Ta'tan'ia asked softly as she approached his desk. "How can I serve you?" she asked with a seductive smile. "Have a seat," Kyp replied. To Ta'tan'ia's disappointment, he ignored the submissive undertone of both questions. "Yes Master," the purple-skinned Twi'lek replied as she obediently sat down across from him. Once she was seated, Kyp leaned forward, and got right to the point. "Ta'tan'ia, why have you been acting like a submissive sex slave?" he asked her. Ta'tan'ia smiled and shrugged her shoulders slightly. While she didn't think she'd been acting like a submissive sex slave per se, she wasn't about to disagree with Master Durron. The training material Jaina had gotten for her from the Empire had taught her deference to her superiors in virtually all things. Besides, she was having fun. "Because I love it, Master," she answered with a grin. "And I'm not acting any different than DJ, Kani, and the others, Master," she pointed out. Kyp leaned forward. "Ta'tan'ia, they have all be brainwashed," he told her firmly. Ta'tan'ia stared back at him in shock. "What!?" she replied incredulously. "How? By who?" she demanded as she rose to her feet. "Calm yourself, Jedi Ta'tan'ia," Master Durron instructed her. "Sorry, Master," she responded, running through a Jedi calming technique as she sat back down. Then she looked directly into his eyes, and awaited his answer. "Master Cilghal has only just confirmed the brainwashing. She is still working out exactly how it is done," he responded after a moment. "But we know it involves the spectacles and earpieces you've been wearing, and the Empire is behind it." "What?" Ta'tan'ia said again. "The Empire?" Then she paused a moment. "What do you mean they're using my spectacles and earpieces?" she asked fearfully. "Relax Ta'tan'ia," Kyp said soothingly. "The brainwashing only works only humans. That's why I'm talking to you." "Relax? Master, you tell me that the Empire has brainwashed Jedi—my friends, then you tell me to relax?" Ta'tan'ia responded, obviously upset. "What are we going to do about it, Master?" Kyp sat silently a moment before replying. "Haven't you wondered why so many Jedi have gone to the Empire, and disappeared? And why so many have been visiting the Imperial Embassy so often?" he asked her. "Not really, Master," Ta'tan'ia answered. "I guess I should have though," she added, obviously disappointed in herself. "It's not your fault, Ta'tan'ia," Kyp assured her. "Most of the blame falls on me. Well, and the Empire, of course." Then he smiled at her. "As for what we are going to do about it, Master Cilghal is working on how to reverse the brainwashing. For you though, I need you to act completely normal. Well, like you have been. Go to the Imperial Embassy today, just as you normally would. We can't tip them off that we're onto them." "Yes Master," Ta'tan'ia replied earnestly. "Now, I know that you've been visiting the Imperial Embassy regularly. What can you tell me about what happens there?" Kyp asked her. "Anything at all might be helpful." Ta'tan'ia thought a moment. "Well, they searched me every time, they claimed it was just standard procedure. At first it was just a scanner, then it was pat-searching—which got a little frisky, but I didn't mind—"she grinned guiltily—"Then it turned into strip-searching—which I really enjoyed." Then she paused a moment. "After the search they took my spectacles and earpieces, and said they were updating the software. . ." She trailed off as realized what that probably meant. "Did they take them every time? And how long did they keep them each time?" Kyp asked, having reached the same conclusion. "Every time, Master," Ta'tan'ia confirmed with a nod. Then she thought a moment. "They didn't return them until right before I left, but that doesn't mean they were updating them the entire time, Master. I was usually there about an hour or so, and as far as I know, the other Jedi spent about the same about of time there each visit, Master." Kyp nodded his head in agreement. "Good point Ta'tan'ia. Still, it's worth noting. What else happened?" "Thank you, Master," Ta'tan'ia replied appreciatively. "After they took my spectacles and earpieces, I mostly just hung out and chatted with a Lieutenant Ross. She was obviously trying to recruit me to the Empire, while subtly trying to learn things about the Jedi Order, Master. I never told her anything classified though, Master," she assured him. "I'm sure you didn't, Ta'tan'ia," Master Durron replied with a smile. Then he thought a moment. "Did it seem like she was just keeping you busy until they were done with your spectacles and earpieces?" Ta'tan'ia frowned, and thought a few moments. "No Master. She seemed happy to just sit and talk with me, even if it was just about the latest holomovie." "Okay, Ta'tan'ia," Kyp responded. "Master, we should tell Chief Daala about this as well," Ta'tan'ia told him after a moment's thought. "She needs to know, and she can put diplomatic pressure on the Empire when it's time." Kyp frowned slightly. "Ta'tan'ia, I know a lot of the younger Jedi see her differently, but you have to believe me, Chief Daala is out to destroy the Jedi Order. She can't be trusted." He paused a moment. "As matter of fact, we know that she already knows about the brainwashing. For one she's an ex-Imperial. Second, you know her PA, Lysa Truden?" Ta'tan'ia nodded, and he continued. "She has almost certainly been brainwashed by the Empire as well." "You mean DP, Master?" Ta'tan'ia asked, her mind reeling from all the revelations. She considered DP a close friend, and tried to serve Master Durron as cheerfully, loyally, and as efficiently as she served Chief Daala. "Yes, DP," Kyp replied. "And we don't believe Lysa Truden is her real name. We're still trying to learn who she really is." Ta'tan'ia considered the information about Chief Daala a moment. While she didn't agree completely that she was out to destroy the Jedi Order, Ta'tan'ia knew her history. Even without that, she wouldn't dream of disobeying Master Durron. "Yes Master, I won't tell Chief Daala anything," she assured him. Then another question occurred to her. "Master, if she's trying to harm the Jedi Order, then why did you let us give her our lightsabers, and let her put tracking collars on us? Frakk, Ta'tan'ia thought as soon as she mentioned the tracking collars. The Masters didn't know about those. Then she shrugged. Her loyalty was to the Jedi Order, and besides, she shouldn't have secrets from her Master. Kyp let out a sigh. "Because it seemed like the best course of action at the time," he responded. Then he smiled. "And we already knew about the tracking collars, Ta'tan'ia," he told her. "Oh," she replied sheepishly. "Does that mean I get to keep it, Master?" she asked hopefully. Kyp smiled back at her. "Seeing how Chief Daala is most likely the only one that can unlock it, you're asking the wrong person, but we'll see, Ta'tan'ia. I know how much you like it." Then his expression grew serious. "However, we've also discovered a tracking device and spy equipment in your comlink. The Empire has been monitoring all of your communications through it." Ta'tan'ia looked down at her beloved five-centimeter wide gray durasteel wrist comlink in betrayal. "I'll stop using it immediately, Master!" she assured him. Then she sensed his disapproval as she thought again. "No, wait. I should keep using it, so we don't tip them off, right Master?" "Correct, Ta'tan'ia," Kyp answered with a smile. "Just make sure you don't mention what we've talked about today. As matter of fact, don't mention this to anyone outside of this office. I'll let the other Masters know you've been brought into the loop." "Yes Master," Ta'tan'ia answered obediently. Then she shook her head in disbelief. "I can't believe DJ and Kani and the others have been brainwashed, Master. They all seem so happy." She glanced at him guiltily about calling Jaina DJ. "I know, Ta'tan'ia, but Master Cilghal is positive," Kyp replied. "They have all been brainwashed to varying degrees. Until she discovered the method, we thought you had been as well." Ta'tan'ia sat silently a moment then an idea formed in her mind. "So, Master, ever since I started wearing my spectacles and earpieces, you thought I was being brainwashed, right?" "Yes, but we didn't know it at first," Kyp replied in confusion. The Twi'lek smiled in mock innocence. "So all this time you've been taking advantage of what you thought was a helpless, brainwashed sex slave?" Ta'tan'ia asked as she stood and strutted around his desk. Kyp frowned a moment, obviously distressed. Then he relaxed. "I haven't taken advantage of anyone," he said as he rolled his chair back, and turned to face her. "I've been doing my best to keep you from spending all day under my desk. . . or sitting in my lap," he said as Ta'tan'ia dropped into his lap. Ta'tan'ia leaned forward, and gave him an open-mouthed kiss. "I can't help it Master. I'm just a poor, helpless, brainwashed sex slave," she said as she began nuzzling his neck and opening his tunic. "Hmm, maybe I need to keep you cuffed more, so you don't get into trouble," Kyp replied as he eagerly returned her affections. "Ooh, sounds like fun, Master," Ta'tan'ia responded as she straddled him. "You should chain me to my desk, Master. That would be soooo sexy," she said as she pulled his rapidly hardening cock out of his pants. "And you should lock me in a chastity belt, so no one else can take advantage of me," she added as she stripped off her own tunic. Ta'tan'ia really wanted a chastity belt for herself. She had only glimpsed at the waist belt of DJ's, and seen the outline of the rest of it underneath her gym shorts. It looked so sexy though. Ta'tan'ia fantasized about having her purple pussy locked behind rigid durasteel. With a strong, strict Master in control of it. Being chained to her desk sounded fun too. "You'd like that, wouldn't you," Kyp replied breathlessly, slapping her ass, hard. "Of cours—Ow!—I would, Master," Ta'tan'ia replied with a grin and a few strokes of his cock. Kyp groaned. Then he paused a moment, and pulled a short chain out of one of his desk drawers. When Ta'tan'ia realized what he was doing, she quickly stripped off her undertunic, pants, and thong panties. Now she was naked except for her nerfhide head harness, tracking collar, chrono, comlink, corset, and fifteen-centimeter heeled knee boots. Master Durron promptly grabbed her forearm, and maglocked one end of the chain to her comlink. Then he pulled her compliant hands behind her back, and maglocked the other end to her chrono. Next he grabbed her by the waist, and half-lifted her onto his rock hard dick. Ta'tan'ia moaned in pleasure as she began bouncing up and down. "Master—Oh!—do you think my—Oh!—tracking collar is moving on Chief—Oh!—Daala's display so she can tell we're having sex?" Ta'tan'ia asked breathlessly as she rode him. Kyp moaned loudly. "That's. . . sick," he finally replied between moans. "Ask DJ," he told her a few thrusts later. "Okay, Maasstteerr!" Ta'tan'ia responded as she tugged against her cuffs. Ta'tan'ia continued bouncing up and down on his cock until they were both on the verge of orgasm. The sex-training material she had gotten from the Empire had told her that she shouldn't orgasm until her partner did. Almost simultaneously, Ta'tan'ia screamed out in orgasm while Master Durron came into her. She massaged his dick with her cunt muscles, and stayed on him until he was completely finished, just as she had learned to do from the training material. She made a mental note to double check the material for brainwashing stuff or something like that. Several minutes later, Ta'tan'ia was on her knees, cleaning off Master Durron's cock. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back. He was leaning back in his chair, relaxing. "Oh, Ta'tan'ia, don't ask DJ if Daala can tell from your tracking collar that you're having sex, okay," Kyp told her as she licked their cum off his dick. "Daala doesn't need anymore ideas." Ta'tan'ia glanced up at him, and stopped for a moment. "Okay, Master," she replied obediently, then returned to her work. A minute or so later, she finished. She looked back up at him. "Are you still going to chain me to my desk, Master?" she asked teasingly. "Nope," he answered. "The Grand Master of the Jedi Order can't have a sexy Twi'lek chained to a desk outside his office. People would talk. And besides, how would you get my guests caf chained to your desk?" he asked with a smile as he petted her head. Ta'tan'ia giggled a moment. She knew he wouldn't chain her to her desk. Still, it was fun to fantasize. "With the Force, Master?" she answered with a grin. Kyp rolled his eyes at her. Then he reached over to the remote, and unlocked her cuffs. "Why don't you get back out there. I probably have a visitor that needs some caf or something," he told her with a smile and a wink. "Of course, Master," Ta'tan'ia replied cheerfully as she handed him the chain that had been between her wrists. "Can I at least have a chastity belt, Master?" she asked as she began getting dressed. "We'll see, Ta'tan'ia, We'll see." ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ The following morning, Moff Fel commed Chief Daala, and congratulated her on her recent success in controlling the Jedi. Then he asked her to remove the tracking collars from thirteen Jedi, including Kani Asari, Sanola Ti, Turi Altamik, and Seff Hellin. "Thank you, Your Excellency," Chief Daala replied to his congratulations. "Why should I remove their tracking collars though?" she asked. "Because it's time for them to come to the Empire, and become ProCorps troopers, Your Excellency," he replied. Chief Daala considered that a moment. Well, I like Jedi Kani, she was the first Jedi to turn her lightsaber over to me, and let me put a tracking collar on her." Then she looked directly into his eyes. "That was mostly your doing though, wasn't it?" she asked him. Moff Fel nodded. "Yes, you could say that. I did help the Jedi become more. . . accommodating towards you. Other Jedi will still be as accommodating though." Then he frowned, and leaned forward. "Chief Daala, I know the Jedi can be difficult at times, but please, try to avoid doing anything to rash. "I'll do what I must to maintain peace and order in the Galactic Alliance," she replied blandly. "Besides, I'm not controlling my Jedi anywhere close to the extent you control yours," she reminded him enviously. Moff Fel stared back at her a few seconds. "I expected nothing else, Your Excellency. Are Seventy-Two and Lysa still serving you well?" "Very well, Your Excellency," she answered with a smile. "They each stop by my apartment twice a week to keep it tidy for me, in addition to their regular duties." "I know, you sent me holos, remember?" "Oh yes I did. It slipped my mind," Chief Daala replied with a fond smile. "I do miss Valin Horn though. He was fun to have around." "Well, when Seventy-Two's mission is complete, I'm sure I can arrange for his return," Moff Fel told her. "Oh, I don't want him back," Chief Daala responded with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I want Jedi Hellin once he's properly trained." Moff Fel smiled broadly. "That shouldn't be a problem, Your Excellency. Oh, one more thing. I'd like to have my ProCorps troopers' lightsabers as well." Chief Daala frowned slightly. "Well they did give them to me, so I should negotiate something from you for them, but you've already helped me out so much, so okay," she replied with a shrug of her shoulders. "Besides, my lightsaber drawer's full anyway." Moff Fel chuckled. "I understand. I've recently put in a transparisteel display case in my office for all of mine. Seventy-Three, or Tahiri, as you knew her as, dusts it everyday," he said with an amused smile. Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 08 Chief Daala laughed as well. "That is a great idea." Then she frowned slightly. "But I don't think I can get away with that—yet." "Well, maybe one day. For now though, could you please have Seventy-Two deliver the lightsabers to the Imperial Embassy by tonight?" Moff Fel asked her. "She'll be happy to, Your Excellency," Chief Daala replied with a smile. "And when will the other Jedi be stopping by so I can remove their tracking collars?" Moff Fel frowned slightly. "I must have misspoken. I just wanted you to unlock the tracking collars. I was going to have my staff at the Embassy remove them, and send them back to you; assuming they can be unlocked without opening and falling off?" "Of course they can," Chief Daala replied. "I only use the best maglocks on my Jedi," she said with a smile. "As do I," Moff Fel responded with his own smile. "I'll have to stagger their arrivals to the Embassy, so they don't attract any unwanted attention. They should all arrive by tomorrow morning at the latest." "Excellent. I'll program the tracking collars to unlock at oh-six hundred hours," Chief Daala replied. "I'll be attending a Mon Calamari opera with Admiral Bwua'tu tonight," she explained with a fond smile. "That will be fine, Your Excellency," Moff Fel replied with his own smile. "Oh, one more question if you don't mind," Chief Daala said. "What do you expect Master Durron to do after thirteen more of his Jedi join the Empire?" Moff Fel considered that a moment. "Well, the worst that can happen is that he destroys the rest of the gear I've given the Jedi, so I don't get any more recruits. With you in charge of the Galactic Alliance, I don't really have to worry about the Jedi Order trying to declare war on the Empire," he said with a friendly smile. Chief Daala laughed. "No, you certainly don't. Not that I'd be too upset about that myself. It'd be just what I need to get rid of them all, one way or another." Then her smile brightened. "In fact, I could probably turn the people even more against them if they committed a hostile act against an ally of the Galactic Alliance. I could say that they were deliberately trying to ruin the peace we've fought so hard for," Chief Daala said excitedly. "Well, if they do, we'll be ready for them," Moff Fel assured her. "But I sincerely hope Master Durron doesn't try it, I don't want to see people die unnecessarily." "Nor do I have any wish to see the citizens of the Galactic Alliance or Empire harmed," Chief Daala agreed. "Jedi on the other hand. . ." she trailed off with an evil smile. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 8 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please vote me a five, and leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 09 Authoress's notes: This is the fourth part of the story of Jaina Solo's transformation into Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. To summarize the story so far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire, with her sometimes lover Jag Fel. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Galactic Empire and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead, after a couple of weeks she puts in for transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corp, or the ProCorps for short. There she learns absolute submission to the Empire, and becomes SX-51472, or "Seventy-Two" for short. Later Seventy-Two helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps. Then she helps the Empire keep control of the Hapes Consortium, where Queen Tenel Ka has become a ProCorps trooper as well. Next she. . . well, read this story to find out what happens next. ;) Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute III: The Return of the ProCorps Trooper ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ CHAPTER 9 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Chief Daala called Seventy-Two into her office, and told her that some Jedi, including Kani, would be going to the Empire, to become ProCorps troopers. "That's Great, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied enthusiastically. "Moff Fel asked me to have you take their lightsabers to the Imperial Embassy, so they can travel with them." Then she smiled mischievously. "He is going to add them to the other lightsabers he has in a transparisteel display case in his office." Seventy-Two couldn't help but smile at that. "Great, Your Excellency," she replied happily. Chief Daala hesitated a moment before asking her next question. "Seventy-Two, how do you think Master Durron would react if I put in a display case in my office for the lightsabers the Jedi have turned over to me?" "Um, he'd be really mad Your Excellency. He would think that you were displaying them as trophies. Also, if I may say so, some of the Senators would think the same thing, Your Excellency." Chief Daala nodded her head in reluctant agreement. "Yes, I had pretty much figured that myself. Since Master Durron is cooperating with my wishes at the moment, I'll refrain from needlessly upsetting him," she decided. "I could put a display case in my apartment though. . ." "That would be great, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied cheerfully. "I'll be happy to dust it for you when its installed." To Seventy-Two's confusion, Chief Daala burst out in laughter. "I expected nothing less," she finally replied. An hour or so later, Seventy-Two left for the Imperial Embassy, with the thirteen lightsabers locked in a case. Before she left Chief Daala unlocked her Jedi ProCorps uniform, so she could be strip-searched while she was at the Embassy. Lieutenant Ross met Seventy-Two at the security checkpoint, and took the lightsaber case. Then Seventy-Two went through security, and was strip-searched. Next they took her to clinic and preformed a brainwave scan on her. While her spectacles and earpieces where being updated, Lieutenant Ross took her to the Embassy's ProCorps trooper's room, and had her give her a leisurely pussy licking, followed by a thorough fucking from her strap-on. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ As soon as Master Cilghal discovered the brainwashing, Master Durron posted extra non-Human Jedi near the Temple's Main and Hanger exits, which were the only two the Jedi were using. He also began finding reasons to keep the affected Jedi from leaving the Temple as much as possible. They were allowed to keep their spectacles and earpieces however. A little before Ta'tan'ia was supposed to leave to visit the Imperial Embassy, she received a comm call from Lieutenant Ross, who explained that they were going to have to cancel her visit today. Since she had just found out that the Empire, and Lieutenant Ross, had been brainwashing her friends, Ta'tan'ia was relieved not to have to visit. She thanked her for comming, and ended the call. Ta'tan'ia stared at her computer screen as she replayed the conversation in her head. It was odd enough that Lieutenant Ross canceled a visit—she had never done that before. In fact, Ta'tan'ia didn't even see Lieutenant Ross every time she visited. Then Ta'tan'ia realized that she hadn't said anything about rescheduling, or when she should come to the Embassy. Ta'tan'ia had a bad feeling about the comm call from the Force. She raised her comlink, and commed Master Durron. "Yes Ta'tan'ia, what is it?" Kyp replied. "Master, there is a matter I need to bring to your attention," she told him. Since the Empire was eaves-dropping, she didn't want to say anything more than that. "You can come in," he answered. "Yes Master," she responded. First Ta'tan'ia reached up and removed her spectacles and earpieces. Master Durron had agreed that she could keep using them in case the Empire was monitoring their activity. Even though they were brainwashing her friends, Ta'tan'ia liked them. She left her comlink turned on. They were pretty sure the Empire wasn't using it to spy, only to record conversations made on it. A moment later she walked into Master Durron's office, stopped a meter in front of his desk, and assumed parade rest. "What is it, Ta'tan'ia," Kyp asked her. "Master, Lieutenant Ross from the Imperial Embassy just commed and canceled my visit. She's never done that before, and she didn't reschedule or anything," Ta'tan'ia explained. "Okay," Kyp replied blankly. "Master, that's very unusual. I have a really bad feeling about it," Ta'tan'ia explained. Master Durron sat and thought a moment. "Okay, we'll keep a better eye on the affected Jedi. I've got other Jedi trying to keep them busy in the Temple, but if they get out, I don't know if we can keep track of them." Then he paused. "Maybe I can ask Daala for access to the tracking collars' location," he mused. Then he quickly shook his head. "Na, she'll never go for that. And she's not likely to stop them from going to the Imperial Embassy." Ta'tan'ia considered that a moment. Master Durron was most likely right about his last two statements. "Well Master, since I'm wearing a tracking collar I can leave the Temple without an escort. I can hang out by the Main Entrance. If any of them try to leave, I can go with them to keep an eye on them. Jedi Saav'etu can do the same for the Hanger Entrance Master," Ta'tan'ia suggested. Yaqeel Saav'etu was a young Bothan female Jedi. She had a tracking collar, and a chrono and comlink from the Empire. To Ta'tan'ia's knowledge she didn't have a set of spectacles and earpieces though, not that it would matter since she wasn't Human. "There are at least thirty Jedi affected by the brainwashing, Ta'tan'ia. There's little point in you following just one, unless we have a reason," Kyp replied. "Yes Master," Ta'tan'ia replied obediently, clearly unconvinced. Kyp sighed. "Look Ta'tan'ia, I admit something is odd about it. I'll tell you what. Take the rest of the afternoon off and see if any of the brainwashed Jedi have received any secret Imperial orders or anything, okay?" "Yes Master," Ta'tan'ia replied with a smile. "I'll get Kani to take over for me too. That will be one we don't have to worry about, and she can take care of you if anything comes up, Master," she added thoughtfully. Kyp hesitated a moment before replying. "Fine, get her here, and I'll keep an eye on her." "Yes Master," Ta'tan'ia answered. Then she glanced at his half-empty caf mug on his desk. "I'll get you some fresh caf before I go, Master," she explained as she leaned over and picked up the mug. "Fine," Kyp answered absently. As Ta'tan'ia strutted out of his office, she could feel his eyes on her ass. While she was refilling Master Durron's caf, she commed Kani, and asked her to take over for her for a couple of hours. To Ta'tan'ia's surprise, Kani refused, saying she had to go out for awhile. The tone of her voice sent a warning through the Force. To Ta'tan'ia it seemed like she was saying goodbye. Ta'tan'ia immediately rushed back into Master Durron's office. "Master, Kani said that she can't help out because she was stepping out for awhile, but it seemed like she was saying goodbye." Then she realized something else. "And she pretty much only leaves the Temple to go to the Imperial Embassy, Master," she added. "You've got to do something, Master," Ta'tan'ia said earnestly. "I want you to go find Kani right now, and don't let her leave the Temple, no matter what," Kyp instructed her. "I'll contact the other Masters, and began rounding up the other affected Jedi." "Yes Master," Ta'tan'ia answered as she dashed from the room. As soon as Ta'tan'ia left Master Durron's reception area, she let the Force guide her to Kani. For the first time since she began wearing them, Ta'tan'ia had a reason to dislike her fifteen-centimeter heeled boots. They were slowing her down. Still, she found Kani in the Hanger, only a few dozen meters from the exit. "Hey Kani, wait up," Ta'tan'ia called as she slowed to a jog. She backed up the command with the Force. "Hey Ta'tan'ia," Kani replied over her shoulder as she slowed down. "Where are you headed?" Ta'tan'ia asked casually as she came alongside her. "Um, just out for a while," Kani replied tentatively. "Kani, are you going to the Imperial Embassy?" Ta'tan'ia asked her as she stepped a little past her. The Human Jedi hesitated a moment before replying. "Yeah. Don't tell anyone though, Lieutenant Ross said she needed to show me something, and she doesn't want anyone else to know." "Kani, you can't go to the Embassy anymore," Ta'tan'ia told her firmly as she placed herself between Kani and the exit. She paused a moment, then added, "They're brainwashing you." "What?" Kani replied incredulously. "No they're not." "Kani, please trust me on this. "A month ago you didn't care about the Empire at all. Now it's pretty much all you talk about." Kani stared back at her for several seconds in obvious thought. "Look Ta'tan'ia, I've got to go," she finally said as she tried to step past her. Ta'tan'ia wrapped her arm around Kani's waist, and pulled her in close. "Come with me," she told her, backing up the command with the Force as she began pulling her away from the hanger exit. Ta'tan'ia felt bad about using the Force to influence a friend, but it was for her own good. "Where are you taking me?" Kani asked after several steps. "To Master Durron," Ta'tan'ia replied. "He'll take care of everything." To Ta'tan'ia's immense relief, Kani continued to follow along without struggling. As they left the Hanger, Ta'tan'ia heard the outer doors closing. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Ever since Galactic Alliance Security Officers had begun guarding the Temple's entrances, Master Durron had secured all of them except for the Main and Hanger entrances. When Ta'tan'ia told him that Kani could be about to leave, he immediately had the Main and Hanger exits to the Jedi Temple secured as well, and and non-human Jedi placed as guards inside all the entrances. This was to keep the entire operation a secret from the Galactic Alliance guards outside. He also began jamming the Imperial frequencies used by the wrist comlinks. Then Masters Durron, Katarn, Sebatyne, Hamner, and Cilghal, each assisted by a pair of Jedi, began confiscating the spectacles and earpieces from all of the Jedi that had them. They also escorted each of the affected Jedi to the Temple's Detention Center, where they would be held under the influence of the Force-negating ysalamari. They couldn't confiscate all the chronos and comlinks though. Each comlink had a unique code to unlock it and its accompanying chrono, and more than a few of the Jedi refused to unlock theirs. Master Durron simply kept the comlink jamming on in the entire Detention Center, and let them keep them for the time being. The operation went off smoothly, and secretly. Thanks to Ta'tan'ia's help with the comlinks, they knew that none of the Jedi had sent any signals out. Other than Jedi Jaina Solo, who was still at Chief Daala's offices, all of the brainwashed Jedi were secured. Next the Masters began explaining to them that the Empire had been trying to brainwash them. Most of the affected Jedi were already angry that the Masters had taken their beloved spectacles and earpieces. When the Masters and other Jedi told them about the brainwashing, they simply didn't believe it. To Ta'tan'ia's disappointment, Master Durron made her take off her comlink as well. Even though there was an Imperial tracking device in it, and they were using it to spy on her, she loved it. Ta'tan'ia reached up and fingered her tracking collar. She loved it too. Chief Daala was the leader of the Galactic Alliance, and it was only right that she could keep track of Jedi if she felt it was necessary. The rise to power of Darth Caedus was something that should never happen again, and she was happy to help Chief Daala ensure it didn't. The Empire had no business trying to track Jedi though, especially without the Jedi's consent. Actually, Ta'tan'ia would love her collar even if it wasn't a tracking device. She just wanted an excuse to wear it, and Chief Daala had given it to her. Since her chrono didn't have a tracking device or spy equipment, Master Durron let her keep it, but it wasn't the same wearing a cuff on just one wrist. She mentioned it to Master Durron, who suggested that she get one of the chronos they had confiscated and wear it on her other wrist. Jedi Tyria Sarkin Tainer's seemed to be the best fit. Ta'tan'ia enthusiastically thanked him, and then convinced him with a quick blow job to let her keep wearing her corset and fifteen-centimeter heeled boots. Luckily she didn't have to worry about her tracking collar coming off. It was still hard to get used to using a regular comlink instead of her wrist one, though. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Once the affected Jedi were secure in the Detention Center, Kyp went into his office to comm Ben Skywalker, to give him, and Master Skywalker an update. Before he could though, he practically had to pry Ta'tan'ia off his dick. He finally got her out of his office, and activated the comm. "Master Durron, I was just about to comm you," Ben Skywalker said excitedly. "We've found out what happened to Aunt Leia! Daala had some Mando's kidnap her and put her in carbonite! We're still trying to find out where she is though." Kyp sat in shock for a few moments. While none of the Jedi had felt Leia die through the Force, he had mentally prepared himself for news of her death. Encased in carbonite though. . . "Son of a Bantha!" he replied vehemently, referring to Daala. Then he ran through a Jedi calming exercise. "Okay. We have all the brainwashed Jedi secured in the Detention Center. Well, except for Jaina," he told him. "I wanted to wait until she got here, but we were forced to take action." "Okay, I'll let dad know," Ben replied. "We are getting ready to head towards Bastion, to confront Moff Fel in person." "Good," Master Durron responded. Then he leaned forward slightly. "I'm worried Daala will say we are holding the affected Jedi against their wills, and try to force us to release them before they are cured. Since we know about Daala putting Leia in carbonite, we can use that against her." "Okay, I'll pass that along too, Master Durron. We know for a fact Daala was involved," Ben assured him. Kyp considered that a moment. "Let me talk to Master Skywalker, we need to discuss our plans." Since Daala had exiled Master Skywalker, Kyp hadn't spoken to him. He wished he didn't have to speak to her either. Master Cilghal talking to Luke was one thing, the acting Grand Master of the Jedi Order talking with him was another. Kyp thought the risk was worth it at this point. "Okay, I'll get him," Ben replied. "He's interrogating one of the Mandos that was involved." ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ High Moff Jag Fel shut down the holograph projector with a sigh. Lieutenant Ross, who was stationed at the Imperial Embassy on Coruscant, had just told him that none of the Jedi they had told to come to the Embassy had arrived, and none of the Jedi were responding to their wrist comlinks. That meant that somehow Master Durron had figured out the Empire was conditioning Jedi to become ProCorps troopers. While he had hoped the ProCorps mind conditioning program wouldn't be discovered, it was something of a relief that it had. It was one thing to have properly screened loyal Imperial citizens as ProCorps troopers. Brainwashing Jedi and taking them off Coruscant was something else, even if many of them were highly susceptible. When Commandant Drasi had first told him that they could influence a Jedi's mind, he had been very skeptical. Jaina and Tahiri had taken to it wonderfully though. Some of the others had been a little more difficult, but those attempts had been made safely within the Empire, except for the start of Tenel Ka's conditioning. She had willingly made the Hapes Consortium an Imperial Protectorate after only a month, so the reward was more than worth the risk. Conditioning Jedi while they were still in the Temple was far more dangerous, and it looked like it had backfired on him. The first thing Jag did was comm Commandant Drasi at the ProCorps Academy, and warn him that the Jedi had apparently figured things out. Drasi would put the Academy's Stormtroopers on alert. Sending ships would only draw attention to the Academy, and Jag had little faith they would stop a Jedi strike team, if Master Durron sent one. Next Jag commed Seventy-Two, to tell her to stay away from the Jedi Temple. The more bargaining chips he had, the better off he would be. Besides that, he really didn't want to lose such a great ProCorps trooper, and deep down, he still cared about her. He knew she was happier now than she had been before. As he waited for Seventy-Two to answer, he planned ahead. After this he would comm Chief Daala, and let her know. "Good afternoon, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two greeted him cheerfully. "How may I serve you?" "Seventy-two, I'm glad I got you," Jag said with relief. "Where are you?" he asked. "At Chief Daala's office, Your Excellency, cleaning up while Lysa does some work," she replied obediently. "Is Chief Daala there?" he asked her. "No Your Excellency, she's at the opera," she informed him. Jag thought a moment. "Okay, I want you to stay there until Chief Daala or myself tells you otherwise. The Jedi. . . are causing some problems right now. No matter what, stay away from the Jedi Temple, understand?" Jag instructed her. "Yes, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied obediently. "And tell Lysa to be careful as well, the Jedi might try to lure her to the Temple," Jag told her. "Yes, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two answered. "Good girl, I knew I could count on you, Seventy-Two." "Thank you, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two responded cheerfully. Jag ended the call and commed Chief Daala. Unfortunately, she didn't answer. He left her an urgent message asking her to comm him back as soon as possible. Next he sat back down, and thought a moment. He could have sent Seventy-Two and Lysa to the Imperial Embassy on Coruscant, but that would only expose them to the Jedi while they were in transit. He really needed to talk to Chief Daala. It was possible she could force Master Durron to release the Jedi he wanted. Then he shook his head. Kyp would never allow that, and if Daala tried to storm the Temple, even with Mandalorians, Jag would put his credits on the Jedi coming out on top. Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 09 For now he would just have to sit tight. It took regular Humans anywhere from a week to a month or so for the conditioning from the spectacles and earpieces to fade, depending on how long they had been exposed, and how susceptible the subject was to start with. Commandant Drasi had passed along some experiments done in the early days of the Empire suggesting that they same would hold true for Jedi. Jag began sending messages to the commanders of the ships where the ex-Jedi who were already ProCorps troopers were assigned. He told the commanders there was a possibility that the Jedi might attempt to kidnap their former comrades, and that they should be especially vigilant. Luckily the only one that the Jedi could get to easily was Seventy-Two, on Coruscant. He told his sister, Moff Wynssa Fel, to be especially careful since the Jedi Academy was on Shedu Maad, in the Transitory Mists region of the Hapes Cluster. At this point the Empire would be fine without the ex-Jedi as ProCorps troopers. As long as the Jedi Order didn't find out about the nearly one thousand children that had been created from their eggs and sperm. Thanks to the recent addition of Tenel Ka, Octa Ramis, and Seha Dorvald to the donors, there were over seven hundred Imperial women currently carrying potentially Force-sensitive children. Once the thirteen Jedi from the Temple had been added, they had planned on greatly expanding Project Imperial Knights. No matter what, Jag wanted to continue Project Imperial Knights—in secret if at all possible. He considered it the most important thing to the long-term survival, and dominance, of the Galactic Empire. With the proper training, and conditioning, he could make sure they were all loyal to the Empire. He would even give up the entire Hapes Sector if it meant keeping Project Imperial Knights a secret. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ After Moff Fel ended the comm call, Seventy-Two turned to her sister ProCorps trooper. "Lysa, Moff Fel told me to tell you to be careful. The Jedi are causing problems," she told her. "Okay," Lysa replied, looking up from her computer screen. "And he wants us to stay here until he or Chief Daala tells us different," Seventy-Two added. "No problem," Lysa replied cheerfully, I've got plenty of work here to do. Seventy-Two glanced at her chrono. While she knew the Jedi could be dangerous adversaries, she also knew that the Empire would protect her. If they did kidnap her somehow, Moff Fel would make them release her. For that matter, Chief Daala would probably make them release her, just to anger Master Durron. "The opera should be over in a few hours," Seventy-Two commented to Lysa. "I guess I'll clean up until then," she said as she returned to dusting the statue of former Chief of State Leia Organa Solo. She tapped her comlink, and the music on her earpieces and patterns on her spectacles began playing again. A few minutes later Seventy-Two received another comm call. The music and patterns automatically stopped, and the callers name and holograph appeared on her spectacles. "Hey Ta'tan'ia," Seventy-Two greeted her as she continued dusting the statue. She wondered if Ta'tan'ia was involved with whatever problems the Jedi were causing, but didn't even think of asking. Seventy-Two wasn't about to tip the Jedi off that Moff Fel knew that they were up to something. "Hey DJ," Ta'tan'ia replied, sounding cheerful. Then she paused a moment. "I was wondering how long it would be before you come back to the Temple?" she asked. "Master Durron gave me the night off, and I wanted to hit the gym or hang out or something with you?" Seventy-Two thought a moment as she dusted. Of course there was no way she was going to the Temple after Moff Fel told her not to, but he didn't say anything about Ta'tan'ia being involved with whatever the Jedi were up to. "I'm not sure," she replied carefully. "I'll probably be awhile." Then Seventy-Two brightened. "Why don't you come down to the Chief of State's complex. We can work out here," she suggested. "I'm sure Chief Daala won't mind." "Um, okay," Ta'tan'ia replied after a few moments. "I'll be there in about half-an-hour." "Great," Seventy-Two answered. "See you then." The two said bye to each other, and Seventy-Two ended the comm call. She was pretty sure Chief Daala wouldn't mind Ta'tan'ia using the gym. Also, this way, Seventy-Two could keep an eye on Ta'tan'ia. Just to be on the safe side though, she would comm Moff Fel back, and get his permission to see Ta'tan'ia. While ProCorps troopers were perfectly capable of thinking for themselves, they greatly preferred being ordered or at least having permission before doing things. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 9 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please vote me a five, and leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 10 Authoress's notes: This is the fourth part of the story of Jaina Solo's transformation into Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. To summarize the story so far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire, with her sometimes lover Jag Fel. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Galactic Empire and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead, after a couple of weeks she puts in for transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corp, or the ProCorps for short. There she learns absolute submission to the Empire, and becomes SX-51472, or "Seventy-Two" for short. Later Seventy-Two helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps. Then she helps the Empire keep control of the Hapes Consortium, where Queen Tenel Ka has become a ProCorps trooper as well. Next she. . . well, read this story to find out what happens next. ;) Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute III: The Return of the ProCorps Trooper ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ CHAPTER 10 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Ta'tan'ia said bye, and DJ ended the comm call. Then she looked at Master Durron sitting across from her. "Keep an eye on her," he instructed her, referring to DJ. "Do anything you can to get her here, but be wary of Daala's security staff. We don't want to piss her off anymore than we have to." "Yes Master," Ta'tan'ia replied obediently as she stood up. "And I'll alert you when Daala leaves the opera," he told her. "Make sure you're gone when she gets back," he reminded her. "There's no telling what she'll do when she finds out what we've done." Even with all the Jedi having observers when they left the Temple, or wearing tracking collars, keeping tabs on the Chief of State wasn't too difficult. They could pretty much watch the holonews to keep track of her movements. There were also a select group of beings that strongly supported the Jedi Order, and reported on things that Master Durron wanted to know. Things like where Chief Daala was, and who she was with. "Yes Master," Ta'tan'ia replied again. Then she thought of another problem. "Master, DJ will notice if I don't have my comlink," she pointed out, holding her her right wrist with Jedi Tyria Sarkin Tainer's chrono on it. Without either of the comlinks, Ta'tan'ia couldn't actually lock either of the chronos on. The maglocks on were both only activated weakly, so they would open if she pulled hard enough. Ta'tan'ia had fantasized about setting both at full strength, then leaving the comlinks in the secure storage so she couldn't unlock the chronos. "Yeah, she will," Kyp admitted. Then he thought a moment. "Go get it, and meet me by the Main Entrance," he told her. "Yes Master," Ta'tan'ia replied, and scampered out of his office. Five minutes later Ta'tan'ia met Master Durron near the Main Entrance. They were just inside the closed interior doors Master Durron had had installed a few meters from the main doors, and the Galactic Alliance security officers stationed there. Ta'tan'ia's comlink was on her right wrist. Her old comlink, which she was using again, was tucked into a pocket. She was also carrying a small bag with her gym clothes. "I hate letting the Empire track you," Master Durron told her. "However, some of our friends will be nearby keeping an eye on you. I can't guarantee they'll be able to rescue you from the Chief of State's office complex though." "It's okay Master," Ta'tan'ia replied. "The Empire doesn't want me. They can't make me into a brainwashed sex slave." Master Durron smiled at her as he put his hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure there's a few things they'd like about you, Ta'tan'ia," he replied with a wry smile. Then his expression grew serious. "We have been wondering why they gave you the spectacles and earpieces, and acted like they were brainwashing you, though. They gave Jedi Saav'etu and a few more of the non-human Jedi a chrono and comlink, but not the spectacles and earpieces. None of them ever went to the Embassy either," he explained. "Thanks Master," Ta'tan'ia replied with a smile. "It's always nice to know you're on the Empire's kidnap and enslave list," she added sarcastically. Kyp chuckled. "Seriously though, be careful. Do what you can to get DJ—Jaina back here. Our friends will be nearby, as back-up. If you run into problems, contact them." "I will Master," Ta'tan'ia assured him. Then she thought of something else. "I can always get my lightsaber from Chief Daala's office if I have to," she commented. "Only if it's absolutely a life or death situation," Master Durron told her sternly. "And don't go snooping around either. You're there to bring Jaina back, and nothing more. And don't get caught forcing her. If you're seen, Daala will be able to claim we kidnapped Jaina. Actually, she'll probably do that with the other Jedi anyway," he said. "But we don't need to give her any proof. "Yes Master, I understand," Ta'tan'ia replied. "And may the Force be with you," Master Durron told her as she turned to leave. "And you, Master," Ta'tan'ia replied as she headed towards the exit. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ About ten minutes after Moff Fel left Chief Daala the urgent message telling her to comm him, his computer notified him that Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 was comming him back. He hit a button, and accepted the call. The ProCorps trooper quickly explained that Jedi Ta'tan'ia had commed her, trying to get her back to the Jedi Temple. Instead she had invited the Jedi to Chief Daala's office complex to work out. Seventy-Two then asked him if it was okay to see her. Jag thought a moment. He didn't believe a single Jedi would try to forcefully remove Seventy-Two from Chief Daala's offices. He tapped a couple of buttons, and pulled up the information the Empire had on Jedi Ta'tan'ia. She was a young, attractive female Twi'lek Jedi with purple skin and pink spots on her arms and lekku. Ta'tan'ia had been one of the first to receive a chrono, comlink, spectacles, earpieces, collar, boots, and corset. When Seventy-Two had been reassigned to Chief Daala, she had arranged for Ta'tan'ia to replace her as Master Durron's personal assistant. Ta'tan'ia had also received a substantial amount of ProCorps training material, which she had been putting to use serving Master Durron. If Jedi Ta'tan'ia were human, she would be near the top of the list for ProCorps candidates. In fact, she would be just the type that he might consider recruiting into the ProCorps without any mental conditioning. She had also been one of the first Jedi to receive a tracking collar from Chief Daala, and turn her lightsaber over to her. "Yes, Seventy-Two, you can," Moff Fel replied to her. "No matter what though, you and Lysa stay in Chief Daala's office complex, unless you receive new orders from her or me." "Yes, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied. Moff Fel told her bye, told her to tell Lysa bye for him, and ended them comm call. A couple of minutes later, Moff Fel's computer notified him that one of the Jedi's tracking devices had been activated, and was on the move. He hit a button and verified that it was Jedi Ta'tan'ia's. She was still in the Jedi Temple at the moment. Unfortunately the Jedi were blocking the tracking and communications signals from the rest of comlinks. Jag paused a moment, then hit a button that maglocked Ta'tan'ia chrono and comlink onto her wrists. The only way they would be coming off now was if they were cut off. Ta'tan'ia's signal stopped for a few minutes near the Temple's Main Entrance, then she left on foot, headed in the general direction of Chief Daala's offices. Moff Fel was reasonably confident he could capture Jedi Ta'tan'ia with the assets he had on Coruscant. However, he wasn't sure if he wanted to capture her at the moment. He was sure Chief Daala would want her though, and any Jedi he could isolate would only help the Empire. He sent Seventy-Two a message telling her to keep Ta'tan'ia there as long as she could without arousing her suspicion. Then he contacted the Imperial Embassy, and told Lieutenant Ross to began tracking Jedi Ta'tan'ia, and have a commando team ready to capture her alive, and only on his direct order. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Just over twenty minutes after she left the Jedi Temple, Ta'tan'ia arrived at the security checkpoint at the Chief of State's office complex. "Good evening, Jedi Ta'tan'ia," one of the officers greeted her. "DJ said you would be arriving for a visit." "Hi everyone," Ta'tan'ia replied cheerfully as she stepped into the scanner. She wondered why DJ hadn't come down to meet her. Since she didn't sense any danger through the Force though, she didn't worry about it too much. After the security officers cleared her, and her bag, a YVH droid stepped in front of her. "Bee-Dee here will escort you," the Sergeant explained. A few minutes later Ta'tan'ia and her escort arrived at the Chief of State's gym. DJ was there awaiting her. "Hey DJ," Ta'tan'ia greeted her cheerfully. "Hey Ta'tan'ia," Seventy-Two replied with a smile. "Thank you for bringing her, Bee-Dee," she told the YVH droid. As the droid left Seventy-Two turned back to Ta'tan'ia. "DP might come join us later, but we can go ahead and get started," she said as she lead the Twi'lek towards the locker room. Seventy-Two grabbed some things out of her locker, then stepped into a 'fresher stall. Ta'tan'ia set her bag on one of the benches and began changing as well. A couple of minutes later Ta'tan'ia was wearing her brown sports bra and hot pants. The Jedi Order's Emblem was over right breast, and the outside of each hip. She was also wearing black gym shoes with ten centimeter wedge heels. She had convinced Master Durron to get new gym outfits for any Jedi that wanted them, right after Chief Daala had suggested it. Ta'tan'ia was also wearing her tracking collar, chrono, and comlink. Her Jedi Robes, boots, head harness and corset were in her gym bag. Seventy-Two emerged from the stall wearing her gym outfit—the one that Chief Daala had given her after she became her liaison. Her sports bra and hot pants were Galactic Alliance blue. The words Galactic Alliance were printed across the back of the hot pants, and the GA Emblem was over her right breast. She still had the custom-made black gym shoes with fifteen-centimeter heels the Empire had given her. A few days prior Chief Daala had switched out her three centimeter wide silver tracking collar for a five centimeter wide black one, to match her chrono and comlink. Her new tracking collar, chrono, comlink and chastity belt were also locked on. The waist belt of DJ's chastity belt was visible above the top of her hot pants. The outline of the crotch-strap was visible underneath her hot pants. Ta'tan'ia still hadn't been able to see the whole thing. DJ had never worn it at the Temple's gym. Neither had any of the other Jedi as far as she knew. "Sexy chastity belt," Ta'tan'ia told her with admiration. "Can I see the rest of it?" "Thanks," DJ replied with a smile. "Sorry, not right now," she answered. "Maybe later though, if you stay long enough." Ta'tan'ia stared back at her a moment. "Can't wait." A few seconds later they were in the gym, stretching out. Then they warmed up with some light calisthenics. Ta'tan'ia kept trying to talk Seventy-Two into leaving with her, but she steadfastly refused. About ten minutes later Lysa arrived. She was wearing a gym outfit nearly identical to Seventy-Two's, except with red stripes down the sides of her hot pants. Lysa was also wearing a red durasteel collar, chrono and comlink, and black gym shoes with fifteen-centimeter heels like Seventy-Two had. Ta'tan'ia could also see the outline of a chastity belt underneath her short shorts. Even though Ta'tan'ia hadn't seen DP out of uniform before, she wasn't too surprised to see that she had similar tastes. After all, she wore a collar, wrist chrono and comlink, and acted like DJ. . . and like me, Ta'tan'ia thought with a smile. Then Ta'tan'ia remembered that Master Durron believed that DP was brainwashed like DJ was. She glanced down at her own outfit which was very similar to theirs, and felt her collar around her neck. No wonder Master Durron thought she had been brainwashed too. "Hey DJ, Ta'tan'ia," Lysa greeted them. "Hey DP," Seventy-Two replied cheerfully as she continued working out. "Hey DP," Ta'tan'ia said as well. DP glanced at DJ, and said, "Desha Lor was going to join us, but she had to take some dictation from Mister Dorvan." Both Seventy-Two and Ta'tan'ia smiled in understanding. Ta'tan'ia hadn't met Desha Lor, but she knew that she was the Personal Assistant to Wynn Dorvan, Chief Daala's Chief of Staff. Lysa quickly warmed up, and joined Seventy-Two and Ta'tan'ia working out. Ta'tan'ia kept trying to talk DJ into leaving with her, but she didn't seem at all interested. She dropped a few hints to DP as well, but she didn't seem interesting in leaving either. Both DJ and DP didn't seem to interested in chatting much at all. Ta'tan'ia still enjoyed herself though. A little over an hour after they started, the three sexy collared women did their cool down stretches, and headed towards the locker room. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Jag tracked Ta'tan'ia to Chief Daala's office complex, and to Seventy-Two. He confirmed through Seventy-Two that they were in the gym, working out. He watched their signals for a few minutes, waiting for Chief Daala to call. Then he had an idea. He commed Lysa, who was still in Chief Daala's reception area. "Good evening, Your Excellency," Lysa greeted him cheerfully. "How may I serve you?" "Lysa, Seventy-Two and Jedi Ta'tan'ia are in Chief Daala's working out. I want you to go there, and help Seventy-Two keep Jedi Ta'tan'ia in Chief Daala's office complex as long as you can, without arousing her suspicion." "Yes, Your Excellency," Lysa replied obediently. Jag watched Lysa's tracking signal leave the reception area, and go to the gym. She spent a couple of minutes in the locker room, probably changing, then she joined Seventy-Two and Ta'tan'ia. A half hour or so after Seventy-Two and Ta'tan'ia began working out, Moff Fel received the comm call he had been waiting for. "Chief Daala!" Jag said as soon as the HoloNet connection was made. "Yes, what is it, Moff Fel," she replied. "Master Durron has discovered my recruitment plans for the Jedi. He has all of them in the Temple. Seventy-Two and Lysa are safe in your office complex. Jedi Ta'tan'ia is visiting them, to work out. I have instructed them to keep her there as long as they can. I need you to keep Seventy-Two and Lysa away from the Jedi Temple," Jag explained. There was a moment's silence. "So you're saying he's holding them in the Temple against their wills?" Chief Daala asked him. "All there tracking signals except Ta'tan'ia's are being jammed. They aren't responding to there wrist comlinks either. As far as him holding them against their wills. . . I'd say yes, but I'm not sure how many of them would say that, especially by the time you got around to trials," Moff Fel replied. There was another moment's silence. "I could still get a warrant, but I'd need something to take to a Judge. Once I get the warrant, I can take your Jedi into custody, and turn them over to you. The rest I'll keep locked up as long as I can," Chief Daala responded. "The survivors that is," she added. That sounded good, but Jag didn't think it would be that simple. Mostly he didn't think she could successfully storm the Temple, even with a warrant. And if there was any type of delay in getting the Jedi out, the conditioning would start to wear off. There was also the fact that Kyp would go public with the whole thing, which would be embarrassing in the extreme, both for the Empire and Chief Daala. "I would rather not do that, Your Excellency," Jag replied diplomatically. "If any Jedi or other people wish to willingly come and serve the Empire, we will of course welcome them." "And I would be happy if they left," Chief Daala replied. "You say Jedi Ta'tan'ia is at my office complex?" "Yes," Jag replied as he glanced at his screen. "She's in your gym with Seventy-Two and Lysa, working out. I've maglocked her comlink, so I can track her. I've also jammed the comlink, so she can't use it." he added. "Good. Clear it so I can talk her, but keep her from contacting anyone else. I'm going to talk to Master Durron," she told him. "And order him to allow the Jedi out of the Temple. If he refuses, we'll go from there. The Jedi will not defy me," she assured him. "That won't be a problem, Your Excellency," Jag replied. "I've got a team standing by. I was considering having them take her to my Embassy, but if you want to handle it, that's fine with me. I just wanted to warn you to keep Seventy-Two and Lysa away from the Jedi." "Oh, I will," Chief Daala responded. "And don't worry about your ProCorps troopers, I'll take good care of them." ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ "Hey, want to join us for a sanisteam?" DJ asked as they entered the locker room. "DP and I might be chastity belted, but you're not," she said with a wink. "Yeah, the stalls aren't that big, but we can fit," DP said with a smile as she sided up next to Ta'tan'ia. "We can have all sorts of fun." DJ pressed against Ta'tan'ia from the other side, and ran her hand down her flank. "Yeah, lots of fun," she agreed. Normally Ta'tan'ia would take a sanisteam after a workout. The thought of taking one with DJ and DP made her wet with arousal. However, it was obvious they were trying to keep her here. Also, she definitely felt the Force telling her to get out of there. Since neither DJ or DP seemed interested in leaving with her, she was going to check in with Master Durron, then head back to the Temple. "Maybe next time," Ta'tan'ia said as she extracted herself from them. Then she glanced at her gym bag on the bench. "Hey, where's my robes?" she asked as she pulled out her durasteel corset. "Oh, I put them in the laundry chute," DP replied casually. "I wanted them to be clean for you." Ta'tan'ia stared at her a moment. She could sense that she was lying about something through the Force. "I need them back," she told her. "Now." "The laundry system is automated," DJ replied helpfully. "It'll be a couple of hours before they're returned." Ta'tan'ia ran through a Jedi calming exercise. Not having her clothes wasn't quite an emergency. She would just comm Master Durron, and leave how she was dressed. She raised her wrist comlink to her mouth, then remembered her other comlink, without the Imperial spy equipment. The one she left in the pocket of her robes. Frakk! Then her wrist comlink beeped and vibrated softly, indicating she was receiving a comm call. She glanced down, and saw that it was Chief Daala. "Hello, Your Excellency," she said as she glanced at DJ and DP. "Ah, Good Evening, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala replied. "I see you're in my private locker room, did you enjoy your workout?" Ta'tan'ia frowned suspiciously. "Yes, Your Excellency, thank you," she answered, trying to sound cheerful. There was a noticeable pause. "I want you to stay there until I tell you to leave, understand Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala told her, in the unmistakable tone of command. Ta'tan'ia ran through a Jedi calming exercise. She wanted to obey Chief Daala, but she knew she couldn't. Her loyalty was with the Jedi. "I'm sorry Your Excellency," she replied. "I can't." Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 10 "Ta'tan'ia, I just got of the HoloNet with Moff Fel. He told me that he is tracking you through your comlink, and that he maglocked it onto you. He also has a commando team waiting. If you leave my office complex, you will be in extreme danger," Chief Daala told her. Ta'tan'ia immediately reached down, put two fingers underneath the wrist end of the comlink, and pulled. It didn't budge. She frowned, got a better grip, and pulled again, harder. The comlink still didn't budge. She took a deep breath, summoned the Force, and pulled again. The comlink stayed firmly maglocked around her wrist. She pulled on her chrono, and got the same result. Frakk, she thought to herself. She ran through a Jedi calming exercise. Ta'tan'ia definitely felt the Force agreeing with Chief Daala. The problem was, she didn't feel particularly safe here either, and Master Durron had told her to be gone when Chief Daala returned. "Your Excellency, Master Durron told me to go back to the Jedi Temple," she replied. "I can't disobey him." "Ta'tan'ia, your loyalty to Master Durron is commendable. However, I do not believe he would want you to try to evade an Imperial commando squad while wearing a tracking device. For your own safety, as Chief of State of the Galactic Alliance, I'm giving you a direct order. Stay in my office complex," Chief Daala instructed her. Ta'tan'ia had the feeling that it would be almost impossible to make it to the Temple while being tracked. She knew that Master Durron had Noghri that would be tracking her the traditional way. She also knew that she couldn't betray even a hint of that to Chief Daala. Ta'tan'ia also had no interest in being kidnapped and turned into a sex-slave. . . by the Empire at least. "May I speak to to speak with Master Durron directly, Your Excellency?" Ta'tan'ia replied respectfully. "I will contact him, and let him know that you will be under my protection for a short time," Chief Daala responded smoothly. Ta'tan'ia paused and looked at DJ and DP, who had nonchalantly moved between her and the exit. "Thank you, Your Excellency, but I would really prefer to speak to him myself." "Ta'tan'ia, allow my officers to escort you to my reception area," Chief Daala instructed her. "I will arrive soon, and allow you to speak to Master Durron. Then, when it's safe, I'll see to it that you are returned to the Jedi Temple." "I don't know if I can do that, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied tentatively. "Please trust me, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala said. "My security officers will be there in a moment. Allow them to secure you, and escort you to my reception area. DJ and DP will stay with you as well." "Okay, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia said reluctantly as she sensed a half-dozen presences approaching. "DP, DJ, the officers will secure Ta'tan'ia, then escort her to my reception area. Stay with her, and out of their way," Chief Daala told them over Ta'tan'ia's comlink. "Yes, Your Excellency," they replied as they stepped out of the way. Four security officers stepped into the locker room, followed by a YVH droid. Three were holding blaster carbines, while one had a blaster pistol. None of them were exactly pointing them at her though, including the YVH droid. Ta'tan'ia sensed two more officers outside, probably with at least one more YVH droid. The four inside were definitely distracted by the sight of the three sexy, scantly-clad women in the locker room. They quickly regained their professionalism though. "Jedi Ta'tan'ia, we've been instructed to take you into custody," a Sergeant explained. "Please turn around, and place your hands behind your back," he instructed her. Ta'tan'ia didn't sense any particular danger from the Force as she turned away from him. She did notice that Chief Daala had first said she would be under her protection, then told her to allow the officers to secure her, then the Sergeant said he had been instructed to take her into custody. The private with the blaster pistol holstered his weapon. Then he stepped forward, and she felt him pull her arms behind her back and he snapped his binders shut around her wrists, between her chrono and comlink and her hands. Then she felt him quickly pull her elbows together, and lock another set of binders on her upper arms. "Um, is that really necessary, Sergeant?" she asked as the private gently-but-firmly escorted her to one of the nearby benches. "Yes it is, Jedi Ta'tan'ia," the Sergeant—Holstuur—replied. "Now please kneel on the bench, so Private Rikks can shackle your ankles," he instructed her. "Of course, Sergeant," Ta'tan'ia answered as she knelt on the bench, leaving her ankles hanging over the edge so Private Rikks could easily lock the ankle shackles onto them. "You're doing great, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala told her over the still open comlink as Private Rikks snapped the shackles onto her ankles. "Thank you, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied as Private Rikks helped her down off the bench. "Are the binders and shackles really necessary though, Your Excellency?" Ta'tan'ia actually liked the binders and shackles—they were even making her a little wet—but she was a little worried about what Chief Daala had planned for her. "Yes, they are, Ta'tan'ia," she replied. "They're for your own protection. Obey my officers' instructions, and everything will be fine. I'll be there soon. Until then, DJ and DP will stay with you, understand?" "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied obediently. Then she heard the distinct beep of the comlink disconnecting. "Maybe we should pat search her, to make sure she isn't carrying anything illegal," one of the other officers suggested with a smile. Ta'tan'ia flexed in her cuffs, displaying her toned body in her sports bra and hot pants. "And just where would I hide something illegal, Corporal?" she asked him with her own smile, as she ran through another Jedi calming exercise. "Well, it'd be fun to try and find out," the Corporal answered with a wink. "Good practice too," he added, getting serious. "Not now, Corporal," Sergeant Holstuur replied firmly. "Let's get her to Chief Daala's reception area, and wait for Her Excellency to arrive," he said, glancing around at everyone in the locker room. "We've got to take a quick sanisteam, Sergeant Holstuur," DP said. "We won't be long." "That's fine, DP," Sergeant Holster answered. "We can babysit her until you're done." Ta'tan'ia was actually a little disappointed they wouldn't be pat-searching her. She meekly allowed the officers to escort her out of the locker room. She couldn't move very fast because the ankle shackles were connected with a chain only about thirty centimeters long. Outside the locker room they were joined by two more officers, and two more YVH droids. "I really don't think all this is necessary to protect me," Ta'tan'ia commented again as she shuffled along. "Orders," Sergeant Holstuur told her simply. As Ta'tan'ia shuffled along, she suddenly remembered that the Empire was monitoring her comlink. She wanted to tell Chief Daala, but then she realized that if Moff Fel had told her about the comlink being maglocked on, she probably knew about it being monitored too. Ta'tan'ia thought back to some of the warnings that Master Durron had given her about Chief Daala, and how she kept Lysa and Jaina around, even though both were obviously affected by the Empire's brainwashing. All of the sudden Ta'tan'ia wished she hadn't let Sergeant Holstuur cuff her. "Hey, Sergeant Holstuur, can I borrow your comlink for a moment," she asked her escort with a flirtatious smile. "Sorry, Jedi Ta'tan'ia," he replied. "You'll have to wait and talk to Chief Daala," he explained. Ta'tan'ia glanced back at the two imposing YVH droids following them, as well as the other officers. There was no way she could mind trick all of the officers, especially with the droids present. A few minutes later they arrived at Chief Daala's reception area. The officers escorted her to one of the pouf couches, and told her to have a seat. "Um I just finished working out, and I'm all sweaty," Ta'tan'ia told them. "I don't want to get Chief Daala's pouf couch smelly." "Good point," Sergeant Holstuur replied. Ta'tan'ia stepped over to the base of the statute of former Chief of State Mon Mothma, then she paused, and shuffled past it to the statute of Leia Organa Solo, and slumped down at the base of it, with her back to the statue, and her shackled ankles stretched out in front of her. Sergeant Holstuur, Private Rikks, and one of the YVH droids stayed in the reception area with her, and the others left. Ta'tan'ia crossed her shackled ankles, and leaned back against the base of the statute. She hoped Chief Daala didn't do anything terrible to her. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 10 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please vote me a five, and leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 11 Authoress's notes: This is the fourth part of the story of Jaina Solo's transformation into Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. To summarize the story so far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire, with her sometimes lover Jag Fel. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Galactic Empire and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead, after a couple of weeks she puts in for transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corp, or the ProCorps for short. There she learns absolute submission to the Empire, and becomes SX-51472, or "Seventy-Two" for short. Later Seventy-Two helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps. Then she helps the Empire keep control of the Hapes Consortium, where Queen Tenel Ka has become a ProCorps trooper as well. Next she. . . well, read this story to find out what happens next. ;) Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute III: The Return of the ProCorps Trooper ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ CHAPTER 11 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kyp Durron sat at his desk in frustration. He had just tried to contact Ta'tan'ia again, but she wasn't answering. He had even tried to contact her on the Imperial comlink, and she hadn't answered that either. Before he could think of something else, he received a HoloNet call. He glanced at the display, and saw that it was from the Jade Shadow. "Hello, Jed—Master Skywalker," he corrected himself when Luke's hologram appeared instead of Ben's. "Master Durron," Luke replied, obviously troubled. "We've discovered where Daala has Leia," he said. "She's in the statute in her reception area," he announced. Kyp sat in stunned silence for a moment. He always thought there was something about Leia's statute. It seemed a bit. . . off from the others there. "I'll kill her," he said matter-of-factly. His hand dropped to his belt, and he felt the reassuring shape of his lightsaber. "Please don't," Luke replied with a forced smile. "The Grand Master of the Jedi Order can't assassinate the Chief of State of the Galactic Alliance, no matter how much she deserves it." "I know," Kyp replied with a sigh. "I wasn't really going to kill her." "I know," Luke answered with a relieved smile. "I have proof that Daala orchestrated the whole thing. We can use that to keep her from trying to get the brainwashed Jedi out of the Temple, and to free Han, and to free Leia, and anything else we want her to do." "Yeah, it'd probably cause too much unrest to get rid of her all together," Kyp mused. "And the Jedi Order can't be seen as choosing the Chief of State of the Galactic Alliance." Or overthrow the Chief of State too often, Kyp added silently. "Of course," Luke agreed. "I'll make Jag give up Master Ramis and the others, you keep Daala out of the Temple—and out of Jedi business." "That won't be a problem, Master Skywalker," Kyp replied. "Between us, the Noghri and our YVH droids, we can more than handle her Mandos. I'll put the carbonite statute under surveillance too." "Good. Wedge, Ben and I will be see Jag in a few hours. Tycho and Master Horn will be backing us up." Suddenly, Kyp realized something. "Hey, I didn't know it was even possible to put someone in carbonite without the slab?" he asked. Luke shook his head. "It seems to be something new that Daala paid to have invented and done," he replied. "Just for Leia, apparently." Kyp sat silently for a moment. "I really wish I could kill her for this," he said again. "And a lot of other things," he added musingly. Master Skywalker ended the comm call and Kyp tried—unsuccessfully—to contact Ta'tan'ia again with both her comlinks. He reached out with the Force, and felt her, safe but wary. Before he could do anything else, his received another comm call. This one was from Daala. Kyp ran through a Jedi calming exercise, and hit the accept button. "Good evening, Your Excellency," he said politely once the connection was made. "Master Durron, Chief Daala replied. "I've taken Jedi Ta'tan'ia into protective custody, she will remain under my care for the time being. I am forwarding you a list of Jedi. I want to see all of them in my office in one hour, understood?" I'm holding Ta'tan'ia hostage, Kyp mentally translated. He glanced at the names appearing on his screen. There were fourteen Jedi listed, all the ones who had been exposed to the Empire's brainwashing the longest. Ta'tan'ia was also listed, which somewhat was puzzling. "May I ask why Ta'tan'ia is in protective custody?" he asked her. "Because she has an Imperial tracking device locked onto her wrist. I can keep her safer here," she replied. "Um, she has a Galactic Alliance tracking device locked onto her as well," Kyp pointed out. "That's different," Chief Daala replied. "She knew exactly what it was when she accepted my tracking collar." "May I at least speak to Jedi Ta'tan'ia?" he asked her. "I'm afraid not," she replied. "Apparently, the Empire is jamming her comlink. Now, I want the Jedi I listed in my office in—"there was a momentary pause—"fifty-seven minutes." Kyp noticed she didn't mention Ta'tan'ia's hand-held comlink. He wasn't about to either. "I'm very sorry Your Excellency, but that won't be possible. I'd be very happy to stop by and safely escort Jedi Ta'tan'ia back to the Temple, though," he replied slyly. "Master Durron, I've been informed that you are holding these Jedi against their wills. If they are not in my office in one hour then I will obtain a warrant for the Jedi Temple, and arrest anyone I believe is holding them," Chief Daala said icily. Kyp sighed. He had wanted to simply delay until the Jedi were recovered from the brainwashing, but Daala was being more unreasonable than he had hoped. He just hoped that Daala didn't take her anger out on Ta'tan'ia. "Your Excellency, if you do, then the holojournalists will be alerted to the fact that you have former Chief of State Leia Organa Solo encased in carbonite in your reception area," he informed her calmly. Kyp was somewhat pleased to hear a few moments of silence. "I have no idea what you are talking about, Master Durron," Chief Daala replied testily. "Your Excellency," Kyp responded. "We have proof that you personally orchestrated the kidnapping of Leia Organa Solo, her encasement in a carbonite statue and placement in your reception area. If you try to enter the Temple by force, even with a warrant, then the media will be alerted." There were several seconds of silence. "Master Durron, I don't know what you think you know, but I will not allow you to defy me," Chief Daala replied sternly. "Your Excellency, the Jedi aren't trying to take over. We are simply protecting our people," Kyp told her. "Now, when can I expect Jedi Ta'tan'ia to be returned to the Temple, Your Excellency?" "I'll have her delivered as soon as possible," Chief Daala spat out. "But this isn't over, Durron," she added icily. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Jag Fel sat at his desk, watching Seventy-Two and Lysa's movements on his display. Jedi Ta'tan'ia's location was on another display. All three were currently at Chief Daala's office complex. Then the intercom on his desk beeped. "Yes, what is it, Seventy-Three?" he asked absently, as he thought of his next step. "Your Excellency, Master Skywalker, Jedi Skywalker, and General Antilles are here to see you," his personal ProCorps trooper informed him cheerfully. Frakk! Jag thought. This is gonna be bad. Then he hit a button on his desk and panels slid down to hide the display case with the Jedi's lightsabers. He took a couple of deep breaths to calm down, wondering how they got on the planet without him knowing about it. "Send them in, Seventy-Three," he replied over the comm, trying to sound relaxed. A moment later his office door opened and Luke Skywalker and Wedge Antilles walked in. He could see Ben Skywalker in his reception area, no doubt keeping an eye on Seventy-Three. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ "Hey, DJ, DP," Ta'tan'ia said cheerfully, nearly ten minutes later as the two sexy ProCorps troopers entered the reception area. Both DJ and DP were fully dressed in their ProCorps-style uniforms. DP was in her blue Galactic Alliance uniform. Her red durasteel collar, chrono, and comlink, were peeking out of the edges of her sleeves and the collar of her uniform top. Her black boots with eighteen centimeter heels were on her feet. DJ was wearing the tan and brown Jedi uniform Chief Daala had given her, which displayed her black durasteel tracking collar, chrono and comlink. She was also wearing her brown boots with eighteen-centimeter heels. Ta'tan'ia liked the ones the Empire had given her, but DJ's looked even sexier. "Hey Ta'tan'ia," they replied. "Comfy?" DJ asked as DP headed towards her desk. "Yeah," Ta'tan'ia answered with a smile. Ta'tan'ia, DJ, and DP chatted for the next twenty minutes or so, until Chief Daala arrived. Ta'tan'ia immediately started to climb to her feet, out of respect for the Chief of State, but had trouble with her hands cuffed behind her back. "No need to get up, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala told her. "You're fine just where you are." "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied obediently. She had managed to get off her ass, and was on her left knee, about to stand. It seemed easiest just to drop her right knee down, into a kneeling position. Ta'tan'ia couldn't help but feel a little aroused when she realized that she was kneeling in front of Chief Daala. Then she wondered if that was what she had intended. Chief Daala quickly dismissed everyone, except the YVH droid. "Well, Ta'tan'ia, it appears you won't be under my protection for as long as I thought," Chief Daala said as she walked over to her. "Um, okay, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied questioningly, looking up at her. She hid her relief at the news. "May I ask why?" Chief Daala stared back at her a moment. "Let's just say that Master Durron and I had a little talk, and we agreed that it would be best for you to return to the Temple as soon as possible," she replied with a pat on her head. Strangely, Ta'tan'ia was somewhat disappointed. "Well, Your Excellency, may I contact Master Durron and let him know I'll be arriving soon?" she asked her. Chief Daala smiled down at her. "In a moment, Ta'tan'ia," she commented as she slowly began circling her. "I'm sorry about the bicep cuffs," she said as she reached down and tugged on the binders around Ta'tan'ia's upper arms. "I'll have to exclude them for Jedi that cooperate in the future." "Oh, they're okay, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied as she looked up and over her shoulder at her. "I'm used to them now." "Well good," Chief Daala responded with a smile, and another pat on her head. "Because they do look good on you. You don't mind wearing them a while longer, do you Ta'tan'ia?" "Thank you, Your Excellency, and not at all," Ta'tan'ia replied obediently, still looking up at her. "It's really a shame I have to send you back so soon. I was really looking forward to getting to know you better," Chief Daala told her. "Me too, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied automatically. "By the way, why are you still wearing your gym clothes, Ta'tan'ia?" Ta'tan'ia blushed with embarrassment. "Well DP put my robes in the laundry chute, Your Excellency," she answered. "Ah," Chief Daala replied with understanding. "Well, we'll just have to deliver you back to Master Durron like that then." "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied obediently. "It's really too bad Master Durron doesn't trust me like you do, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala said she caressed her left lek, or her tchun. "I doubt he would let me restrain him like you are now," she said as her hand moved to her right lek, or her tchin. "I'm sorry, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered, slightly confused. "And if you feel the need to restrain a Jedi, I'm happy to help," she added, looking up with a smile. "I know you are, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala replied with an appreciative pat on her head. "But I usually take care of that other ways. For now though, Master Durron is expecting you at the Jedi Temple. Chief Daala pulled her comlink out of her pocket, and summoned security back in. Sergeant Holstuur returned a few moments later, along with private Rikks. Chief Daala instructed them to take Ta'tan'ia to the Jedi Temple in a security speeder. "Of course, Your Excellency," Sergeant Holstuur replied as he pulled the remote to unlock Ta'tan'ia's binders off his belt. "No need for that, Sergeant," Chief Daala said with a smile towards Ta'tan'ia. "Don't release her until you arrive at the Temple, understood." "Of course, Your Excellency," he answered, replacing the remote on his belt. "This way, Jedi Ta'tan'ia," he said to her with a smile that was a little more than friendly. "Yes Sergeant," Ta'tan'ia replied obediently as she began shuffling towards the door. "Bye, Your Excellency," she said cheerfully over her shoulder. "Goodbye Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala responded with her own smile. Fifteen minutes later Ta'tan'ia, Sergeant Holstuur, Private Rikks, and a driver were in a security speeder heading towards the Jedi Temple. Ta'tan'ia was still cuffed and shackled, and only wearing her sports bra and hot pants. She also realized that Chief Daala hadn't let her contact Master Durron. She reached out with the Force, and reassured him she was fine. When they arrived at the Main Entrance of the Temple, Sergeant Holstuur unlocked the binders on her wrists and biceps, and the shackles on her ankles. Ta'tan'ia thanked them for the ride, climbed out of the speeder, and headed up the steps into the Temple. She had to talk to Master Durron. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Ta'tan'ia found Master Durron in his office. "Master Durron," Ta'tan'ia called as she opened his door. She sensed his happiness through the Force she walked in. "Ta'tan'ia," he replied with a smile. "I'm glad you made it back safely." "Thank you Master," Ta'tan'ia replied with her own smile. "Chief Daala said you and her had agreed that I should return." Kyp chuckled. "Well, something like that. Tell me though, why didn't you answer my comm calls?" "I'm sorry Master," Ta'tan'ia answered apologetically. "I left my comlink in the pocket of my robes, and Lysa put them down the laundry chute, to try and keep me there." Then she raised her wrist comlink, and looked down at it. "I didn't get a call through my wrist comm either, except for Chief Daala's. Oh, and it won't come off now," she added, tugging at it. Kyp frowned slightly. "The Empire probably blocked my frequency, and only allowed Chief Daala to comm you," he replied. "And we can cut the comlink and chrono off if we have too." "Well, okay Master. We can't let the Empire track me," she replied with a frown. "I hate to cut if off though." "Maybe we can get you another one," Kyp replied with a smile. "Without the Empire's tracking and spy devices." Ta'tan'ia immediately brightened. "You can? Thank you so much Master!" she said as she quickly stepped around his desk to hug him. Kyp reached out and held her away at arms length as he eyed her a moment. "I said maybe, Ta'tan'ia," he told her. Then he twitched his nose. "And I smell that you didn't take a sanisteam after your work out." "Sorry Master," Ta'tan'ia apologized as she stepped away from him. "I'll go take one now, then report back to you for inspection," she added as she headed towards the door. "If that's okay with you, Master?" "Go ahead," Kyp replied with a wave of his hand. Once Ta'tan'ia left, Kyp commed Master Skywalker and informed him that Daala had tried to get the brainwashed Jedi out of the Temple—including Ta'tan'ia for some reason. Kyp told him that Daala had threatened a warrant, and that he had had to use the threat of going public with Leia being in carbonite in her reception area to get her to back down. Luke thanked him, and told him that they would be seeing Moff Fel in a few minutes. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Luke Skywalker and Wedge Antilles confronted Moff Jagged Fel about the Empire's brainwashing scheme. Moff Fel agreed to release all the Jedi, as well as Syal, Myri and Iella Antilles and Mirax Horn, to the Jedi Order. Chief Daala agreed to free Han Solo from prison, and Leia from carbonite, in exchange for the Jedi not going public about her having the former Chief of State kidnapped, encased in a carbonite statue, and put in her reception area. Moff Fel was also willing to withdraw the Empire from the Hapes Consortium, but he insisted that most of the Moff Council would rather go to war. Master Durron convinced Chief Daala to put diplomatic pressure on the Empire to withdraw from Hapes. With the Galactic Alliance's influence, Moff Fel was able to get to the Moff Council to agree to the complete withdrawl. One by one the brainwashed ProCorps troopers arrived in the Jedi Temple. Three weeks after Master Durron sequestered the brainwashed Jedi that didn't make it to the Empire, Master Cilghal began announcing that they were cured of the Empire's mental influence. As the healed Jedi emerged from the Detention Center, a few of them surprised the Jedi Masters by wanting to return to the Empire. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ A week or so after Moff Fel agrees to release the ProCorps troopers back to the Jedi Order. . . Seventy-Two sat dejectedly in her cell in the Jedi Temple. She had been here a little over a week. The Jedi claimed they had proof that the Empire had brainwashed her and the other former Jedi. The other supposedly affected Jedi, along with Lysa and Sixty, or Myri, were also being held in the Detention Center. Master Durron let her talk with some of them a little, but not much. Master Durron had taken away her beloved spectacles, earpieces, chrono, comlink, corset, chastity belt, and ProCorps boots. Chief Daala had refused to unlock her tracking collar though. Since Seventy-Two had to have at least thirteen-centimeter heels to stand up, Master Durron had allowed her to keep her clear plastex fifteen-centimeter high-heeled slip-ons. The Jedi had also given her a loose-fitting gray jumpsuit, that she wasn't wearing. The Jedi monitored her cell at all times, except for the tiny 'fresher area, which was only partitioned off. Currently Seventy-Two was lying on her back, with her knees flexed and her plastex heels on the wall at the foot of her bunk. She was gazing at the Imperial Emblem on her crotch, and lazily tracing it with her finger. She wanted to masturbate, but she had decided not to until she returned to the Empire, and they allowed her to. After all, her pussy was Imperial Property. Seventy-Two spent most of her time naked—not to upset the Jedi, but because she was more comfortable that way than wearing the jumpsuit they had given her. She pretty much only got dressed when she had a visitor, or they let her out of her cell. She really wanted her ProCorps chastity belt, corset, chrono, comlink and collar locked onto her though. She was still Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, and that's they way it should be. The Detention Center was set up so no one inside could tell if someone was coming until they were practically in front of their cell. When Seventy-Two had a visitor, they warned her a few moments ahead of time, so she could get dressed. As long as she, and the others that preferred to stay naked, were dressed for visitors, the Jedi didn't bother them about lounging around naked. Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 11 Suddenly Seventy-Two noticed someone outside her cell. She glanced over, and saw that it was Chief Daala, along with Master Durron, Ta'tan'ia, and Captain Savar of Galactic Alliance Security. Captain Savar was in charge of the officers guarding the Jedi Temple. "Hello DJ," Chief Daala greeted her over the cell's intercom. Seventy-Two smiled back at them as she hastily pulled on her jumpsuit. As she headed towards the interior controls for the intercom, Master Durron unlocked her cell door. "Hello Your Excellency, everyone," Seventy-Two greeted them cheerfully as she approached the cell door. "Thanks for coming to visit me." "You're welcome, DJ," Chief Daala replied. "I'm inspecting how you and the others that fell under the Empire's influence are being held." Seventy-Two thought moment. Besides the fact they wouldn't let her wear any of her ProCorps gear, or let a few dozen Imperials stop by to fuck her, she was fine. They even let her go to the gym everyday. "I'm okay, Your Excellency," she answered. "I just wish Master Durron would let me wear my chastity belt and chrono and comlink and stuff," she added. Chief Daala turned to Master Durron. "Well, that seems like a reasonable request," she said to him. "A chastity belt won't brainwash her." Kyp frowned slightly. "We don't want to encourage that sort of thing with them, Your Excellency," he replied. "Why not? Ta'tan'ia here is wearing a chrono and comlink, and I bet she's wearing a chastity belt and corset too, aren't you Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala said, turning to the purple-skinned Twi'lek Jedi. "Um. . . not a chastity belt, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia said, glancing from Chief Daala to Master Durron hesitantly. "And actually this is is a chrono too," she added, displaying Tyria's chrono she was wearing on her right wrist. Seventy-Two could tell that Ta'tan'ia was wearing a corset, and she knew that she wanted a chastity belt. Ta'tan'ia probably didn't want Chief Daala to turn Master Durron off the idea. "Don't contradict me, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala a told her with a dismissive pat on her shoulder. "Yes Your Excellency, I'm sorry," Ta'tan'ia apologized. "What Ta'tan'ia may or may not be wearing isn't your concern, Your Excellency," Master Durron replied. "I'm just not going to lock chastity belts onto these people. They've been victimized enough." "Nonsense," Chief Daala responded dismissively. "DJ here, and probably most of the others want them. That's not victimizing them. If you won't see to their needs, then perhaps I will," Chief Daala suggested. Then she turned back to Seventy-Two. "Would you like that, DJ?" she asked. "Of course, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied cheerfully. She really wanted an Imperial chastity belt, but one controlled by Chief Daala would be okay too. "No," Kyp stated firmly. "They need help. Not chastity belts and shackles." Chief Daala glanced back at Seventy-Two. "Speaking of shackles, shouldn't she be restrained when she's out of her cell?" Seventy-Two couldn't help but grin. Chief Daala certainly understood what she wanted. Seventy-Two glanced at the binders on Captain Savar's belt, and hoped they would be on her wrists in a moment. "No, Your Excellency," Kyp replied patiently. "Jaina's not dangerous, just. . . ill." "Never-the-less, I'd feel much more comfortable if she were restrained," Chief Daala said. Then she looked back at Master Durron. "Actually, I'd feel more comfortable if you were restrained as well, Master Durron," she added sarcastically. "And I would feel more comfortable if you were back in the Maw, Your Excellency," Master Durron replied dryly. "If it would help, Captain Savar can cuff me during your inspection, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia offered cheerfully. "No," Master Durron answered firmly. "Perhaps next time, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala replied with a smile. "But thank you for the offer." "You're welcome, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia responded with her own smile. Chief Daala glanced at Master Durron, then turned back to Seventy-Two. "So other than Master Durron's refusal to provide you with a chastity belt and restraints you are being treated well?" she asked. Seventy-Two knew that Moff Fel had an agreement with the Jedi, and that the Jedi had a separate one with Chief Daala. She didn't know the details though. Moff Fel had told her to obey the Jedi as best she could, until they allowed her to return to the Empire. Because of that, she had no desire to leave without Master Durron's permission. "Yes, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied obediently. "Good. I'll be back to check on you again soon," Chief Daala told her. "Thank you, Your Excellency," Seventy-Two replied obediently. "Back in Jaina," Master Durron gently instructed her. "Yes Master," Seventy-Two replied obediently as she stepped back into her cell. "Bye, Your Excellency, everyone," she said as Ta'tan'ia closed the cell door. Ta'tan'ia smiled and waved bye as they followed Chief Daala on the rest of her inspection tour. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Kani, Turi, Sanola, Seff, and the other Jedi who didn't make it to the Empire all chose to stay with the Jedi Order. The women wanted to keep wearing high-heeled boots and corsets though, and all of them wanted a set of durasteel wrist chronos and comlinks. After Kani, Turi, and Sanola met privately with Master Durron for a while, he agreed to get the gear for the Jedi that wanted it. Masters Katarn and Hamner also received private meetings from the three young Jedi Knights discussing the matter. Master Octa Ramis, Jedi Seha Dorvald, and Jedi Valin Horn stayed with the Jedi Order as well. They also retained some of their tendencies from when they were ProCorps troopers. All three also wanted a set of wrist chronos and comlinks, and Master Ramis and Jedi Dorvald asked for a pair of high-heeled boots and corset. Actually, Octa and Seha had to have the fifteen-centimeter heeled boots because their tendons had been shortened while they were serving the Empire. Master Cilghal offered to surgically repair them, but both Octa and Seha declined for the time being. Wedge Antilles and Corran Horn were horrified when their wives, Iella Antilles and Mirax Horn, returned with an obsessive adoration of Ysanne Isard. The two men were further dismayed that it remained even after Master Cilghal insisted they were normal. Iella and Mirax were also passionate about cleaning. Wedge and Corran thought that was a little strange, but nowhere near as shocking as the adoration of Ysanne Isard. In fact, that little behavior didn't bother them very much at all. Wedge and Corran also discovered that their wives were now deeply submissive, and loved bondage almost as much as Ysanne Isard. It didn't take them long to adjust to their wives' new attitudes. Soon Iella and Mirax were both spending their days in chains cleaning their apartments, and nights in chains pleasing their husbands. Wedge and Corran even learned to ignore the poster-sized holographs of Ysanne Isard that they insisted on putting up. Syal Antilles decided that it was best if she ended her Imperial service. When Moff Fel had assigned her to Chief Daala, he had her spectacles and earpieces altered to make her loyal to Chief Daala as well as the Empire. Syal surprised everyone by saying that she wanted to remain as Chief Daala's personal assistant. Her mother, Iella, completely understood, and supported her. After some discussion, and Syal's assurance that it was what she wanted, Wedge gave his reluctant approval as well. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 11 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please vote me a five, and leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 12 Authoress's notes: This is the fourth part of the story of Jaina Solo's transformation into Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. To summarize the story so far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire, with her sometimes lover Jag Fel. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Galactic Empire and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead, after a couple of weeks she puts in for transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corp, or the ProCorps for short. There she learns absolute submission to the Empire, and becomes SX-51472, or "Seventy-Two" for short. Later Seventy-Two helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps. Then she helps the Empire keep control of the Hapes Consortium, where Queen Tenel Ka has become a ProCorps trooper as well. Next she. . . well, read this story to find out what happens next. ;) Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute III: The Return of the ProCorps Trooper ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ CHAPTER 12 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The day after Syal Antilles' release from the Temple's Detention Center. . . "Good morning, Your Excellency," Syal said as she walked into Chief Daala's office. "Thank you for seeing me so quickly." Syal was wearing her blue Galactic Alliance dress uniform that she had always worn serving Chief Daala. She was also wearing her black ProCorps boots with fifteen-centimeter heels. Her red durasteel collar was locked around her neck underneath her uniform top, and she had her matching corset and chastity belt on as well. Her red durasteel chrono was on her left wrist, and the matching comlink was on her right wrist. The comlink had an Imperial tracking device in it, and the Empire monitored it, but she wanted to wear it anyway, because it was part of her uniform. "Good morning. . . Syal?" Chief Daala replied tentatively. "You are going by Syal again, right?" "Yes, Your Excellency," Syal answered obediently. She stopped a meter or so in front of Chief Daala's desk, and assumed parade rest. After a moment Chief Daala nodded, giving her permission to speak. "Your Excellency, I really enjoyed serving you as your Personal Assistant. I know I was. . . influenced by the Empire to feel that way, but I still want to serve you as I did before." "Well, that's great Syal," Chief Daala responded with a smile. "Have you spoken to your parents about this?" "Oh, yes, Your Excellency. They are fine with it, and so is Master Durron," Syal replied quickly. "Not that it's really any of Master Durron's business." Chief Daala chuckled. "No, it isn't Syal. But thank you for discussing it with your parents. They were quite annoying when they thought you were missing." "I'm very sorry about that, Your Excellency," Syal apologized. "I promise they won't bother you anymore." "Good," Chief Daala replied. "I've been borrowing Desha Lor from Wynn, but he's been wanting her back." Then she paused a moment. "I guess I can get used to calling you Syal." Syal blushed slightly. "Um, Your Excellency, actually I'd like it if you still called me DP," she explained. "Except this time it really will mean Daala's Pet instead of Daala's ProCorps trooper." Chief Daala smiled broadly. "I'd be happy to, DP. If you intend to serve me as. . . intimately as you did before?" Syal blushed again. "If you'll allow me to, Your Excellency," she answered. "Not only will I allow it, I insist on it," Chief Daala replied with a smile. "In fact, why don't you come around here and show me just how eager you are to serve me again." "Of course, Your Excellency," Syal responded with a grin as she walked behind Chief Daala's desk. Chief Daala moved her chair back and turned it to the side. Syal sank to her knees and deftly unfastened Chief Daala's pants. Chief Daala rose up a little and Syal pulled her pants and panties down to her ankles, over her calf-high boots. Chief Daala sat back down, and Syal smiled up at her as she eagerly began licking her pussy. Nearly five minutes later Syal felt Chief Daala tense, then moan out in orgasm. Syal kept licking until she was complete finished, then stayed on her knees to help her get dressed. "My my, you are a natural, DP," Chief Daala said as she patted Syal's head. "We'll have to get a new comlink without that Imperial tracking device, and make sure that only I can unlock it, and the rest of your restraints," she said as she slipped a finger underneath her durasteel collar and gave it a tug. "Are you wearing your chastity belt?" Syal blushed with arousal. She loved being at Chief Daala's feet. "Yes Your Excellency," she answered obediently to everything Chief Daala had just said. Chief Daala had agreed to unlock Syal's collar, comlink, chrono, corset, chastity belt, and uniform while she was at the Jedi Temple. She hadn't turned over the remote that controlled the maglocks though. That meant that when Syal had locked them back on, it was with the knowledge that only Chief Daala could unlock them. Now Chief Daala knew the level that Syal had submitted to her. "Good girl," Chief Daala said with a satisfied smile. "Did you masturbate at the Jedi Temple?" she asked her. Syal turned red with embarrassment. Chief Daala rarely allowed her to masturbate, and very rarely to orgasm. Syal also knew that she had to tell her the truth. "Yes, Your Excellency," she replied softly. "Twice." Then she felt like saying more. "I didn't think they would let me serve you again, Your Excellency. And they wouldn't let me wear my chastity belt," she explained, her voice rising. "Sshh," Chief Daala said, holding a finger over her lips. "That doesn't matter DP. You know you'll have to be punished for masturbating, and orgasming without my permission." "Yes, Your Excellency," Syal answered obediently from her kneeling position at Chief Daala's feet. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ When Myri Antilles and Jysella Horn were healed, they both emphatically wanted to return to the Empire, particularly to Colonel Drasi, whom they both said they were in love with. Iella and Mirax were both happy for their little girls, and didn't have the slightest problem with them sharing a man with each other. Wedge and Corran were understandably less so. Eventually they accepted their daughters' decision though; once Jysella and Myri promised to keep in touch, and to let them meet Colonel Drasi before long. Syal, who had been close to Colonal Drasi at the ProCorps Academy as well, was thrilled for her little sister and close friend, and a little jealous. Valin wasn't quite as enthusiastic, but he was happy for his sister and Myri. Master Durron had Master Cilghal give both Jysella and Myri another complete examination to ensure that there were no lingering effects of the Empire's mental influence affecting them. Once Master Cilghal announced again that they were normal, Master Durron consented to the returning to the Empire as well. He did have Moff Fel promise that neither Jysella or Myri would be subjected to any form of brainwashing again though, and that either their parents or a Jedi would be allowed to see them periodically. Tahiri insisted on going back to the Empire, to continue repaying her debt for killing Grand Admiral Pellaeon. Since Chief Daala was still making noises about prosecuting her for the assassination, Master Durron and the other Jedi could see why she would want to return to the Empire. Once Master Cilghal double-checked that she was free of the Empire's mental influence, Master Durron returned her to the Imperial Embassy, with the same stipulations as Jysella and Myri had. When Tenel Ka finally recovered from the brainwashing, she was extremely despondent over surrendering the Hapes Consortium to the Empire. Then she wanted to go to her Queendom and start kicking the Imperials out by force. Master Durron convinced her to allow the Empire to peacefully withdrawl, per Moff Fel's agreement with Master Skywalker. Tenel Ka, Master Ramis, Seha Dorvald, Valin Horn, and Syal Antilles all began procedures to have their ProCorps tattoos removed. Tenel Ka also insisted on having her prosthetic left arm removed. Seventy-Two, or Jaina Solo, took the longest to recover. Master Durron wasn't sure if it was because she had been under the Empire's influence the longest, or something else. When Master Cilghal finally announced she was healed, Seventy-Two immediately expressed her desire to return to the Empire, as soon as possible. Just as with Tahiri, Jysella, and Myri, Master Cilghal re-examined her. Chief Daala had arranged for a Mandalorian metallurgist to remove Leia's beskar manacles. In exchange, she, Han, and the Jedi Order agreed not to expose the kidnapping and carbonite. Master Durron also agreed to allow Chief Daala to put a display case in her office with all the lightsabers the Jedi had turned over to her. The spectacles and earpieces did have some effect on the Force abilities of Kani, Turi, Seff, Sanola and the other Jedi that never made it to the Empire. They all quickly re-discovered their full use of the Force however. The Jedi that became ProCorps troopers had lost virtually all of their Force abilities, but by the time they recovered from the Empire's mental conditioning, they regained most of them. They still had to redevelop their Force skills, however. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Immediately after Master Cilghal clears Seventy-Two/DJ/Jaina Solo from Imperial brainwashing. . . "Hey Ta'tan'ia," Seventy-Two said as she entered Master Durron's reception area. Seventy-Two had just been told by Master Cilghal that she was free of the Empire's mental conditioning. She was still wearing the gray jumpsuit the Jedi had given her, as well as her clear plastex fifteen-centimeter high heels, and the black five-centimeter-wdie tracking collar Chief Daala had locked on her. "Hey DJ," Ta'tan'ia replied cheerfully as she stood up. "Did Master Cilghal finally let you out?" she asked as she stepped out from behind her desk. "Yeah," Seventy-Two responded as she embraced her. Seventy-Two could feel her durasteel corset pressing against her own tits. "I'm here to see Master Durron, to tell him I'm going back to the Empire." The disappointment was obvious on Ta'tan'ia's face. "I'm going to miss you, DJ," she said as they held each other. Suddenly Ta'tan'ia leaned forward, and kissed her on the lips. Seventy-Two's ProCorps instincts immediately took over, and she passionately returned the kiss. Nearly thirty seconds later, Ta'tan'ia broke the open-mouthed kiss. "Wow," Ta'tan'ia said breathlessly. "I wish I had done that sooner." Seventy-Two grinned back at her. "Maybe we can spend some time alone before I leave," she replied with a wink. Seventy-Two immediately felt guilty, about the offer. She couldn't have sex without Imperial permission. Then she realized that she still might be able to recruit Ta'tan'ia to the Empire, and the ProCorps. She was obviously a natural, after all. Seventy-Two decided to do what she could towards that; assuming Master Durron or Chief Daala hadn't chastity belted her by now. "May I see Master Durron now?" Seventy-Two asked her as she took a half-step away from her. "Let me check," Ta'tan'ia answered as she raised her right wrist towards her mouth. "Master, DJ is here to see you," she said through her wrist comlink. "Send her in," Master Durron replied over the comlink. "Hey, is that a new comlink?" Seventy-Two asked her with a smile, after noticing the gleaming silver comlink on her wrist. "Yeah," Ta'tan'ia answered enthusiastically. "Master Durron got new chronos and comlinks for all of us that wanted them." Then she leaned in close to her. "And I've almost got him to get me a chastity belt," she added conspiratorially. Seventy-Two smiled at the news. She still might be able to seduce the beautiful purple-skinned Twi'lek to the Empire. "Well, if he doesn't, I'm sure Chief Daala will get you one," she told her with a grin. Chief Daala was still an Imperial ally. If Ta'tan'ia wouldn't come to the Empire, then she should be under Chief Daala's control. A few moments later, Seventy-Two entered Master Durron's office. "Hello Master," she greeted him as she closed the door behind herself. "Hi Jaina," he replied with with a brief smile. "Master Cilghal tells me you are finally healed." "Yes Master," Seventy-Two agreed. "And I want to return to the Empire." Kyp sighed. "Jaina, they brainwashed you," he told her. "They took advantage of you, and turned you into a sex-slave." "Master, like I said before, I know they influenced my Academy process, and I understand that the spectacles and earpieces. . . conditioned me some, but I was happy serving the Empire." "Jaina, they didn't just condition you some, they completely turned you against everything you were," Master Durron explained. "I know you were always submissive, but Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 couldn't have killed Tsavong Lah, or saved the galaxy by killing Darth Caedus." He paused a moment, then continued. "Being Seventy-Two is the easy path. All you have to do is obey orders without thinking, and sleep with anyone they tell you to. The galaxy needs you to take the harder path, and be Jaina Solo again." Seventy-Two considered that a moment. She had never thought of being a ProCorps trooper as easy. She had always put the maximum effort into serving the Empire—it deserved nothing less than her best. Moff Fel had also told her that she had done the Empire a great service in helping to save Hapes from Admiral Garowyn's attempted rebellion. "Master, I like being a ProCorps trooper. You said it yourself. I already saved the galaxy by killing Caedus and all that other stuff. The Empire cares enough to let me do what I want to." Kyp sighed again. "Jaina, the Empire doesn't care about you. They just want to use you. To them you're just a number, no different than any of the other tens of thousands of ProCorps troopers. I care about you. The other Jedi care about you. Your parents and Uncle care about you. Tell me Jaina, has any Imperial ever just asked you how your day went?" Seventy-Two could see his point-of-view about her just being a number, even if he didn't understand just how proud she was to be Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. And she could understand what he was saying about Master Skywalker, Princess Leia, and Captain Solo caring about her—even if she didn't feel the same way about them. She didn't feel like the Empire had used her though, they had just given her the opportunity to be her true self. "Master, I'm fine just being an anonymous number. And no, no one ever asked my how my day went, it was pretty much all on the HoloNet for them to enjoy." "Jaina, that just proves my point. None of them care about you unless you are doing something for them. Did they ever just let you relax and do whatever you wanted to for a day or two?" Kyp paused, and took a breath. "I know you were born with enormous expectations, and I understand that it must be a huge relief to just let someone else make all the decisions for you, and take all the responsibility, but please, give the Jedi a chance to show that we care about you for you, and not just for what you can do for us." Seventy-Two had been so sure of what she wanted when she walked into Master Durron's office. Now she wasn't so sure. She still felt like her heart was with the Empire, but Master Durron had her doubting herself. "You don't have to decide this moment," Kyp said after a couple of moments of silence. "Just stay here a few days or so, and think about it." "Okay Master," Seventy-Two found herself answering. "I'll stay and think about it a couple of days." "Great," Kyp replied with a broad smile. "You'll have the same room you had before. Is there anything you need to be more comfortable?" he asked. "Um, actually Master Durron, I'd like my corset, chrono, comlink, and . . . chastity belt back," she told him. Kyp frowned slightly. "Well, we have your corset and chastity belt, and Chief Daala has given me the remote, so I suppose you can wear them. After all, Ta'tan'ia, Kani, and the others are wearing a corset. The chrono and comlink will have to wait though. I'm arranging to get some chronos and comlinks without any spy equipment or tracking devices for a quite a few of the Jedi." Then he locked eyes with her. "I was really rather hoping you wouldn't wear them though." "Well, it would really make me more comfortable while I stay here, Master," Seventy-Two replied. "I'll think about it Jaina," Kyp answered. Seventy-Two left, and a few minutes later, Ta'tan'ia asked for permission to enter. Kyp granted it, absentmindedly thinking just how different the Jedi Temple was now, in spite of them thwarting the Empire's brainwashing scheme. "Master," Ta'tan'ia said as she strutted into his office. "DJ told me that you were considering letting her wear her corset and chastity belt while she stayed here and thought about what she were she wanted to go." Kyp nodded his agreement as she came behind his desk. "Well, if you really want her to stay and become a Jedi again, you're going to have to take control. Give her her corset and chastity belt, and high heeled boot Chief Daala got her, but you keep the remote for them. Even if she doesn't redevelop her Force abilities fully, she'll be more likely to stay here with you, and I think both of you will enjoy it if you dom her some," she said as she casually unbuckled his pants. She dropped to her knees in front of him, and added, "If Chief Daala or Moff Fel get their hooks back in her, she's a goner." "It's worth considering," Kyp admitted as the purple-skinned Twi'lek wrapped her lips around his cock. Ta'tan'ia sucked him a few moments, then licked his shaft a few times to get him nice and hard. "DJ's like me, Master. She's a natural submissive, who needs someone to dom her. If it's not you, then she'll probably end up as Daala's slave, or a ProCorps trooper again," Ta'tan'ia said, looking up at Master Durron. She wrapped her lips back around his dick, and deep throated him a couple of times while still looking up at him, just as she had learned from her ProCorps training materials. "Or dancing on the end of some Hutt's leash, or something like that," she added, as she kissed the tip of his rock-hard cock. "Fine!" Kyp replied as Ta'tan'ia continued sucking his cock. "She can have the corset—UGH!—and chastity belt!" Five minutes or so later, Ta'tan'ia felt Master Durron orgasm, and shoot his load into her mouth. She eagerly swallowed every drop, even licking her lips. It was something of a Twi'lek secret that swallowing humanoid semen had quite a few health benefits for female Twi'lek's, especially their skin. Master Durron kept her spots looking their best. Ta'tan'ia licked him clean, then closed his pants back up for him. Once Ta'tan'ia finished, Master Durron told her to get Jaina's corset, chastity belt, and the uniform Chief Daala had given her, and take it to her. He also told her to bring the remote that controlled them to him. First, Ta'tan'ia summoned Kani to take over as Master Durron's PA while she was out. Then she went and picked up DJ's gear, as well as a few other items she thought would be useful. A few minutes later, she was knocking on DJ's door. "Hey DJ," Ta'tan'ia said as she entered her room. "Hey Ta'tan'ia," DJ said as she sat up on her bunk. "Master Durron told me to bring you your corset and chastity belt, and your uniform Chief Daala gave you," Ta'tan'ia said as she closed the door behind herself. "And I brought an extra couple of surprises myself," she added with a smile. Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 12 "Great," DJ replied as she automatically began pulling off her jumpsuit. As DJ stripped off her jumpsuit, Ta'tan'ia opened the bag she had brought, and pulled out DJ's black durasteel corset. Once DJ was naked, except for her tracking collar and clear plastex heels, she eagerly wrapped her corset around her torso, and locked it shut. Next Ta'tan'ia pulled out a set of black durasteel wrist shackles, with no chain or attachment points. They were meant to work with magnetic chains. "I thought you'd like these," Ta'tan'ia said with a smile as she closed one of the shackles around Seventy-Two's wrist. It took Seventy-Two a moment to realize what Ta'tan'ia was doing. It took her another moment to process that no one was around to give her permission to have sex with Ta'tan'ia. Sleeping with Ta'tan'ia wouldn't help the Empire, or Chief Daala in anyway. There was no mission, or anything like that. For the first time in years, Seventy-Two could have sex with someone for no other reason that she wanted to. "What about my chastity belt?" Seventy-Two asked as she held out her other wrist. "You'll get that later, after I'm done with you, DJ," Ta'tan'ia said with a wink as she locked the shackle onto her wrist. Next Ta'tan'ia leaned in and gave her an open-mouthed kiss, which DJ eagerly returned. Then Ta'tan'ia quickly stripped off her own Jedi Robes. In a few moments Ta'tan'ia was down to her tracking collar, chrono, comlink, corset and fifteen-centimeter heeled knee boots. As she gave DJ another sensual kiss, they sat down on her bunk, then laid down on it. Ta'tan'ia quickly climbed on top of DJ, in a sixty-nine position. As she did, she realized that Myri Antilles went by the name Sixty, while Jysella went by Nine. Together they were Sixty-Nine. She stopped licking DJ's pussy, and giggled. "What?" Seventy-Two asked curiously as she stopped liking Ta'tan'ia's purple pussy. "Sixty-Nine," Ta'tan'ia replied, blowing gently on her smooth pussy. "Myri is Sixty, and Jysella is Nine," she explained. "Colonel Drasi has a Sixty-Nine." "Yeah," Seventy-Two agreed. "That's what he calls 'em. I think he set it up that way." The two giggled again, then returned to licking each others pussies. Ta'tan'ia couldn't believe how incredible DJ's tongue felt between her legs. She didn't know if DJ could lick pussy like that before she became a ProCorps trooper, but her time in the Empire had definitely been good for her. Ta'tan'ia eager licked her pussy, and hoped she made DJ as aroused as she was making her. It didn't take Ta'tan'ia long to reach the brink of orgasm. She could tell that DJ was there as well. A few moments later, both of them orgasmed with their tongues deep in each other's pussies. Without even discussing it, they both eagerly went for another orgasm. After the second one, Seventy-Two pulled a vibrating dildo out of her drawer, and the two played with it awhile. Nearly fifty minutes and several orgasms apiece later, the two submissive sex-pots were dressed again. Ta'tan'ia was wearing her Jedi robes, along with her tracking collar, chrono, and comlink, and fifteen-centimeter heeled knee boots. Her corset was locked on underneath her robes, and she was wearing a black thong. Seventy-Two was wearing her corset, chastity belt, and the Jedi ProCorps-style uniform Chief Daala had given her. Her wrists still felt naked without the chrono and comlink that she had worn for the past couple of years virtually all the time. It was nice to be back in the rest of her gear though. Seventy-Two still hadn't decided whether or not she would go back to the Empire, but she knew that she would serve someone as a submissive sex-slave, one way or another. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 12 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please vote me a five, and leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 13 Authoress's notes: This is the fourth part of the story of Jaina Solo's transformation into Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. To summarize the story so far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire, with her sometimes lover Jag Fel. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Galactic Empire and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead, after a couple of weeks she puts in for transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corp, or the ProCorps for short. There she learns absolute submission to the Empire, and becomes SX-51472, or "Seventy-Two" for short. Later Seventy-Two helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps. Then she helps the Empire keep control of the Hapes Consortium, where Queen Tenel Ka has become a ProCorps trooper as well. Next she. . . well, read this story to find out what happens next. ;) Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute III: The Return of the ProCorps Trooper ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ CHAPTER 13 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ A few weeks after all the Jedi recover from the Empire's brainwashing scheme. Jedi Knight Ta'tan'ia sat at her receptionist desk outside Acting Grand Master Durron's office, working. She was wearing her light-brown pants, tight off-white tunic, and brown fifteen-centimeter wedge-heeled boots. Her five-centimeter-wide black durasteel chrono was locked onto her left wrist, and her matching comlink on her right wrist. Both were new. Master Durron had gotten wrist chronos and comlinks for all the Jedi that wanted them—free of the Empire's tracking and spy equipment. Underneath her robes Ta'tan'ia was wearing a durasteel corset, and a bright yellow thong. Her tracking collar—well, Chief Daala's tracking collar—was locked around her neck. Ta'tan'ia also had a brown nerfhide head harness on. Her outer robe was in her room—she practically never wore it inside the Temple. As she was typing, Ta'tan'ia received a call on her comlink. She glanced down, and saw that it was Chief Daala's personal assistant, Syal Antilles. "Good morning, DP," Ta'tan'ia said once the connection had been made. "Good morning Ta'tan'ia," DP replied cheerfully. "Chief Daala would like Master Durron to come to her office as soon as possible." Even though it was just a comm-call, Ta'tan'ia nodded her head in agreement without thinking. "Of course, DP. I'll let him know immediately," she replied as she pulled up Master Durron's schedule to see what adjustments she would have to make for him. Luckily they were minimal. Since Jaina Solo had recovered from her brainwashing, Master Durron spent nearly every waking moment with her, allegedly instructing her in redeveloping her Force abilities. Ta'tan'ia's opinion of Chief Daala wasn't quite as high as it had been since she learned of her knowledge of the Empire brainwashing the Jedi. Still, she was the Chief of State of the Galactic Alliance, and could summon the Grand Master of the Jedi Order whenever she wished to. "She instructed me to tell you that she wants you to come as well," DP added. "Okay," Ta'tan'ia replied, a little surprised. While her opinion of Chief Daala had cooled somewhat, she was still the Chief of State, and Ta'tan'ia admired and liked her. Master Durron was in one of the training rooms with DJ, who also went by Jaina or Seventy-Two these days. When Ta'tan'ia entered to tell him that Chief Daala wanted to see him, it seemed like DJ was closer to finding out how hard his cock was instead of discovering the mysteries of the Force. Ta'tan'ia was pretty sure that Master Durron wouldn't be very happy about having to pay Chief Daala a visit even if it wasn't interrupting his training session with DJ. Still, as soon as he approved of Ta'tan'ia adjustments to his schedule, they headed towards the Chief of State's office. While he was reviewing the adjustments to his schedule, Ta'tan'ia commed the Galactic Alliance security officers on duty at the Main Entrance of the Temple and informed them to expect Master Durron's departure momentarily. Per Master Durron's agreement with Chief Daala, any Jedi without a tracking device had to notify the Temple security officers at least fifteen minutes in advance if they wished to leave the Temple. Captain Savar, who was the commander of the security officers that guarded the Temple, had been waiving the fifteen minute notification policy for Jedi Masters for awhile now. One of the officers on duty would serve as the Master's observer as soon as they were ready to leave, as long as they didn't all try to leave at once. Ta'tan'ia knew that Kani and Turi had given Captain Savar a threesome while asking him for that small favor. Nearly half-an-hour later, Master Durron, his Galactic Alliance observer, and Ta'tan'ia arrived at the Chief of State's office complex. Ta'tan'ia and Master Durron went through security, where Master Durron relinquished his lightsaber. As they did, Ta'tan'ia idly wished the guards would take her somewhere and strip-search her like the ones at the Imperial Embassy did. Since that wasn't likely to happen, she just smiled and flirted with them as she went through the scanner, while Master Durron pretended to ignore her. Soon both Jedi were in Chief Daala's reception area. Syal Antilles, and now better known as DP, short for Daala's Pet, offered them drinks and snacks, which Master Durron declined for both of them. As they waited, Ta'tan'ia looked at the new statue of former Chief of State Leia Organa Solo. It was identical to the old one—which had actually been Leia encased in carbonite—but it seemed. . . off, somehow. DP attempted to start up a conversation with Master Durron, just as the ProCorps training materials had taught her. Ta'tan'ia had studied the same materials. As the junior guest, she was fully prepared to be ignored in favor of Master Durron, for as long as he wanted to talk with DP. That wasn't very long though. After a couple of minutes, DP began a friendly chat with her while Master Durron meditated silently. About ten minutes later, DP announced that Chief Daala was ready for them, and escorted them into her office. As soon as they entered Ta'tan'ia saw the display case on the wall to Chief Daala's right. There were nearly three dozen lightsabers in it. Ta'tan'ia's was the fifth one. Master Durron had agreed that he wouldn't complain about the display case in exchange for Chief Daala's help in getting the Empire to withdraw from the Hapes Consortium. Even though he had agreed to the display case, Ta'tan'ia detected the barest flash of annoyance from Master Durron when he saw it. "Ah, hello Master Durron, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala greeted them from behind her desk. "Thank you so much for coming. Can I have Syal get you some refreshments?" "No thanks, Your Excellency," Kyp replied briskly as he sat down in one of the guest chairs in front of her desk. "No thank you, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied politely as she stood next to the second guest chair, awaiting permission to sit down. After a moment Chief Daala nodded her consent and Ta'tan'ia took her seat. "That will be all, Syal," Chief Daala said towards DP, who was just inside the open doorway. "Yes, Your Excellency," Syal replied as she backed out, closing the double doors as she did. "So Master Durron, how are the brainwashed Jedi recovering?" Chief Daala asked him once Syal had departed. "I hope they are doing okay." "Fine," Kyp replied, practically spitting the word out. "If you are so concerned for the Jedi's well being though, Your Excellency, why didn't you tell us about the Empire's brainwashing before Jedi started disappearing. I'm sure DP could have passed the message along," Kyp added dryly, referring to Chief Daala's personal assistant, who had been brainwashed herself. She had also been given as a gift to Chief Daala by High Moff Fel. Chief Daala smiled back, nonplussed. "Now now Master Durron, how was I supposed to tell you something with you made it so clear that the Jedi didn't want my advice," she replied. "Besides, I didn't like the Jedi then as much as I do now," she said with a smile as she nodded towards Ta'tan'ia, then towards the display case with the lightsabers in it. "And speaking of how much I like the Jedi now, I summoned you here to discuss when Jedi Solo will be resuming her duties as my Jedi liaison." Ta'tan'ia glanced at Master Durron. She knew that he had grown very close to Jaina since she had recovered from the Empire's brainwashing. A little too close for Ta'tan'ia. The last three times she had went to perform oral sex on Master Durron, Jaina had already gotten to him. Ta'tan'ia didn't mind sharing Master Durron, but she had needs too. Kyp raised an eyebrow in surprise. "What?" he asked in confusion. "Jaina is still training to be a Jedi again. She can't be your liaison." "That's not really up to you, Master Durron," Chief Daala replied smugly. "You and Master Cilghal both say that she has recovered from the Empire's mental conditioning, and I need my liaison back." "Not Jaina," Kyp replied. "How about Jedi Yaqeel Saav'etu," he suggested, referring to a young female Bothan Jedi Knight. "Or better yet, I'll assign Master Hamner. He was our Jedi liason with the military during the Yuuzhan Vong War." He paused a moment, then continued. "As the Chief of State, you really should have a Jedi Master as your liaison with the Order, Your Excellency." "I want Jaina back," Chief Daala responded firmly. "Besides, I wouldn't dream of taking one of the Galactic Alliance's valuable Jedi Masters away from their meditations." Ta'tan'ia could feel the quickly suppressed flash of anger from Master Durron. He didn't want to give up his new pet, especially to Chief Daala. "Um, Your Excellency, Master," Ta'tan'ia said, leaning forward to politely get their attention. "With your permission Master," she said, glancing at Master Durron, "I'd like to volunteer to be Chief Daala's Jedi liaison." Master Durron looked back at her in confusion. Chief Daala looked at her with suspicion. "No, Ta'tan'ia," Kyp told her firmly. "I would be willing to give her a chance," Chief Daala said with a smile, obviously reacting to Master Durron's immediate negative response. Kyp shot Ta'tan'ia a look of betrayal. Then he turned back to Chief Daala. "Um, Your Excellency, Ta'tan'ia is my personal assistant, and I would really rather not lose her," he replied apologetically. Ta'tan'ia opened her mouth to respond, but Chief Daala motioned her to stay quiet. Chief Daala frowned a moment. "I know, Master Durron. And I know she does an excellent job serving you." She paused and nodded towards Ta'tan'ia again. "That's why I want her in particular, Master Durron. She's so well trained." Ta'tan'ia blushed involuntarily from the phrase so well trained. She also sensed that Chief Daala wasn't telling the exact truth. More than likely she was willing to take her just to upset Master Durron. Kyp glanced at Ta'tan'ia, then back to Chief Daala. Chief Daala smiled at both of them. "I want Jaina back, or Ta'tan'ia, Master Durron," she stated firmly. Ta'tan'ia sat silently for a moment. She was pretty sure Chief Daala's main goal was to annoy Master Durron. "Master Durron, I'm sure Kani or Turi would be happy to take over as your personal assistant," she said to him. "And I think it would be a good show of support for Chief Daala's government for you to allow your personal assistant to serve as the liaison between the Jedi Order and the Chief of State." With the Force, she reached out to him, and told him to trust her. Kyp stared back at her for several seconds. "Ta'tan'ia. . ." Then he trailed off a moment. "Fine," he replied resignedly. Ta'tan'ia smiled at him, then at Chief Daala. "It's settled then," Chief Daala announced with a satisfied smile. "You'll start immediately, Ta'tan'ia," she informed her. That was a bit too soon for Ta'tan'ia. She had a few things to take care of first. "Your Excellency, while I'm eager to began my service to you, may I have the rest of the day to close out things at the Jedi Temple?" she asked. She made sure not to say she had to do things for Master Durron. She figured Chief Daala would be more likely to say no if she thought she was doing Master Durron a favor by letting Ta'tan'ia go back to the Temple. "I suppose so," Chief Daala replied with the air of someone granting a great concession. The she smiled again. "Master Durron, while you're here, why don't you turn your lightsaber over to me, so I can add it to my display case?" she asked him. Ta'tan'ia could sense the glee from Chief Daala in the Force as she ask Master Durron for his lightsaber, and mentioned the display case. She could also sense the anger from Master Durron, which he quickly suppressed. "I'm afraid I must decline today, Your Excellency," Kyp replied with surprising politeness. Chief Daala studied him a moment. The she opened one of her desk drawers. "Perhaps you'll accept a tracking collar then?" she asked as she pulled out a five-centimeter wide gray durasteel tracking collar—just like the one around Ta'tan'ia's own neck. Ta'tan'ia could easily sense Master Durron's annoyance. "If you don't have anything else legitimate, we'll be going, Your Excellency," he said as he rose to his feet. "Very well, then," Chief Daala replied as she replaced the tracking collar in her desk drawer. Then she looked at Ta'tan'ia. "I expect you here at zero-six hundred hours," she told her. "Of course, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied cheerfully as she stood. Master Durron turned to walk out, and Ta'tan'ia gave Chief Daala a quick bow of respect, then turned to catch up with him. "Bye Master Durron, Ta'tan'ia," DP said cheerfully as they walked past her in the reception area. "Goodbye Syal," Master Durron said to her with a smile. "Bye DP, see you tomorrow," Ta'tan'ia said cheerfully with a wave. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ "Just what was that all about?" Master Durron asked, once they had entered the Jedi Temple, and left his officer escort outside. Ta'tan'ia assumed they were heading for his office. "Well, Master, I had a few reasons for volunteering to be Chief Daala's personal assistant," Ta'tan'ia replied. "Since she seems to trust me some, I thought I might be able to keep an eye on her." She paused a moment, then continued. "Also, I'm a little worried that Chief Daala might be able to brainwash Jaina again, if she got her. And I suspect that you'd rather have Jaina as your personal assistant now," she explained tentatively. Ta'tan'ia felt Master Durron tense, then relax through the Force. "I have thought of that as well," Kyp admitted. "However, I don't think you'll be able to learn very much that Daala doesn't want you to know; but it could be worth trying. As for who the acting Grand Master of the Jedi Order would prefer as his personal assistant, shouldn't that be for me to decide, Jedi Ta'tan'ia?" "Yes Master," Ta'tan'ia replied obediently. "It's just that you've been spending so much time with Jaina lately and all, and I know she would take good care of you." Kyp sighed. "Yeah, I guess I have been neglecting you some," he responded with a wistful smile, and a pat on her ass. Ta'tan'ia sighed with satisfaction. Master Durron could be so sweet sometimes. "It's okay Master," she said, siding up closer to him as they walked. "I'll just have to spend the evening making sure that you'll miss me while I'm slaving away for the Chief of State." "And I'll have to punish you for abandoning your duties, and your Grand Master," he replied as they reached his reception area. Jedi Kani Asari was at Ta'tan'ia's desk, keeping an eye on things while they had been gone. "Would you prefer a paddle or flogger for Ta'tan'ia's punishment, Master?" Kani asked cheerfully. "How about you go demand Master Sebatyne give you a nice, long combat training session, Jedi Asari," Master Durron replied with mock-seriousness. "Maybe I could just paddle myself instead, Master?" Kani offered with a hopeful smile. Ta'tan'ia understood where she was coming from. Training sessions with Master Sebatyne often resulted in a healing trance—unlike a good, hard paddling, which usually only resulted in the recipient feeling aroused. At least for her, Kani, DJ, Turi, and a few other Jedi she could think of. "Just make sure we're not disturbed, Kani," Kyp told her as he and Ta'tan'ia entered his office. "Of course, Master," she replied cheerfully. "Have fun." "We will," Ta'tan'ia answered with a smile as she closed Master Durron's office door behind her. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ The following morning, Ta'tan'ia arrived at the Chief of State's office complex ten minutes before oh-six-hundred. She cleared security, quicker than normal, then was escorted to Chief Daala's reception area by a YVH droid. The reception area was empty, which was a little surprising to Ta'tan'ia, since Chief Daala had told her to arrive by six. The YVH droid immediately headed towards Chief Daala's actual office. Ta'tan'ia was wearing her complete Jedi Robes, including her brown pants, tight off-white tunic, and brown outer robe. She was also wearing her brown fifteen-centimeter wedge-heeled boots. Her new black chrono and comlink were locked onto her wrists, and her gray durasteel tracking collar Chief Daala had given her was locked around her neck. Ta'tan'ia also had a brown nerfhide head harness on. "Um, are we supposed to be in Chief Daala's office, Bee-Dee?" Ta'tan'ia asked him. "Yes," he replied flatly. "I have special instructions for you while you await Chief Daala's arrival." Ta'tan'ia didn't sense any danger from the Force, but that didn't necessarily mean anything with a droid. "Okay," she replied as she followed him into Chief Daala's office. Once inside Bee-Dee ordered Ta'tan'ia to put her hands behind her back. She hesitated a moment, then obeyed. She was pretty sure Chief Daala was using the droid to test her obedience. Ta'tan'ia felt the droid do something to her chrono and comlink, and her wrists were locked together. She fingered her cuffs, and discovered that she was restrained with a short chain that was maglocked to her chrono and comlink, just like Master Durron liked to do to her. Bee-Dee took her by the arm, and led her to a spot about halfway between the pouf couches that served as an informal meeting area and the display cases where the Jedi's lightsabers were kept. Bee-Dee instructed her to kneel, and Ta'tan'ia obeyed almost without thinking. Ta'tan'ia looked back, and watched the YVH droid lean over and snap a set shackles onto her ankles, over her boots. The chain between the shackles looked to be about five-centimeters long, which was to short to let her walk. Next Bee-Dee produced two more short chains and maglocked the shackle around her right ankle to the comlink on her right wrist, and the left shackle to the chrono on her left one. While Ta'tan'ia tugged on her restraints in confusion, Bee-Dee stood up, pulled her arms closer together, and locked a set of bicep cuffs around her upper arms, just above her elbows. Then he maglocked a short chain leash to the front of her tracking collar, and stood motionless. "Now we will wait for Chief Daala's arrival," Bee-Dee said as he held Ta'tan'ia's leash in his durasteel grip. "Great," Ta'tan'ia replied with a nervous smile. "Any idea on how long that will be?" She was a little worried at being shackled in Chief Daala's office, and more than a little aroused. She wasn't too surprised though, she knew that Chief Daala had kept Jaina restrained sometimes, just like Master Durron did with her. Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 13 "Irrelevant," Bee-Dee replied. "We will wait here until Chief Daala arrives. Silently." Ta'tan'ia opened her mouth to reply, then shut it. If Chief Daala had told Bee-Dee to be quiet, he wouldn't talk except to tell her stay silent. It looked like she'd be kneeling in her shackles for an unknown amount of time. Ta'tan'ia took a deep breath, and began a Jedi relaxation exercise. At least the shackles were comfortable. Ta'tan'ia wasn't sure how long she stayed kneeling and cuffed in Chief Daala's office, but she was sure it had to be at least a couple of hours. She tried to ask Bee-Dee how long it had been a couple of times, but he replied by commanding her to be silent. Eventually she sensed Syal arriving out in the reception area. Still, Bee-Dee didn't make any move to let her up, or start talking. Ta'tan'ia thought about trying to send Syal a message through her wrist comlink, but decided not to. Instead, Ta'tan'ia just continued to kneel, shackled and leashed, and waited for Chief Daala to arrive. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 13 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please vote me a five , and leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 14 Authoress's notes: This is the fourth part of the story of Jaina Solo's transformation into Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. To summarize the story so far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire, with her sometimes lover Jag Fel. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Galactic Empire and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation. Instead, after a couple of weeks she puts in for transfer to the Imperial Prostitution Corp, or the ProCorps for short. There she learns absolute submission to the Empire, and becomes SX-51472, or "Seventy-Two" for short. Later Seventy-Two helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps. Then she helps the Empire keep control of the Hapes Consortium, where Queen Tenel Ka has become a ProCorps trooper as well. Next she. . . well, read this story to find out what happens next. ;) Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute III: The Return of the ProCorps Trooper ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ CHAPTER 14 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ An hour or so later, Chief Daala finally arrived. Ta'tan'ia sensed her presence a few moments before she entered the reception area. Then she felt her stop a moment near Syal's desk. "Good morning, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia said cheerfully as she came into her office. "Good morning Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala replied with a smile as she paused to inspect her. "Comfortable?" "I'm okay, Your Excellency," she answered as she shifted her position slightly. Ta'tan'ia also remembered that Chief Daala had said that she would leave off the bicep cuffs for Jedi that cooperated. Somehow she didn't think Chief Daala would appreciate being reminded of that though. Beside, Ta'tan'ia kind of liked them anyway. "Has she been obedient?" Chief Daala asked the YVH droid. "Yes, Your Excellency," Bee-Dee replied without moving a millimeter. "Good. Remove her restraints, and return to your post," she instructed the droid. Less than a minute later, the YVH droid had taken off Ta'tan'ia's bicep cuffs and ankle shackles, and the chains he had added. Then, without saying a word, he left Chief Daala's office. Ta'tan'ia slowly climbed to her feet, and straightened her robes. "So are you ready to assume your duties as my new Jedi liaison?" Chief Daala asked as she inspected the young purple-skinned Twi'lek. "Yes, Your Excellency," Jedi Knight Ta'tan'ia answered cheerfully. "And has Dee-J—Jedi Solo fully briefed you on your duties as my liaison?" "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied cheerfully. She had talked with DJ for a couple of hours last night. DJ briefed her on being Chief Daala's Jedi liaison, and Ta'tan'ia had briefed her on being Master Durron's personal assistant. DJ had certainly told her how intimately she had served Chief Daala. Ta'tan'ia had served Master Durron just as intimately herself, and was eager to continue serving Chief Daala the same way. That was one of the reasons she had volunteered for this mission after all. "Now, because of some recent events, I'm afraid I'm going to have to be somewhat stricter with you than I was with her," Chief Daala told her. "Keep you on a shorter leash, so to speak," she added with a smile. Master Durron had warned her that Chief Daala would probably react like this; especially since Ta'tan'ia wasn't brainwashed by the Empire. Ta'tan'ia was a little surprised that she was coming right out and saying it though. Ta'tan'ia couldn't help but grin at the phrase on a shorter leash, though. "Of course, Your Excellency," she agreed. "I'll gladly submit to whatever restraints you think are necessary to keep me in my place. I'm here to serve you, in whatever way you require." "For starters you will wear a uniform like Jaina's. It will be locked on," Chief Daala explained. "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered with a genuine smile. She had wanted a uniform like Jaina's since she first saw it. Chief Daala nodded her head, acknowledging her agreement. "And I mean the complete uniform," she added. "Of course, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia agreed cheerfully. "I'll be happy to dress however you wish. "Excellent, Ta'tan'ia. We are going to get along great." Then Chief Daala hit a button on her desk behind her. "DP, you can come in now," she said through the comlink. "Yes, Your Excellency," came the reply. A moment later Chief Daala's personal assistant came in, carrying a container. "Ta'tan'ia, I believe you already know my PA, Lys—Syal Antillies. You may call her DP. DP, this is Ta'tan'ia, she is my new Jedi liaison. You may call her Ta'tan'ia until we come up with a more suitable name for her." The two quickly exchanged greetings. Ta'tan'ia had known Syal when she was brainwashed, and on loan from Moff Fel to serve Chief Daala. Syal had chosen to remain Chief Daala's PA after she had been healed. "Good. Now Ta'tan'ia, DP here has brought your new uniform. I had to pull quite a few strings to get it ready for you so quickly. Strip so we can get you into it," Chief Daala commanded her. Ta'tan'ia hesitated barely a second before she began stripping out of her Jedi robes. Chief Daala nodded with approval when Ta'tan'ia revealed her durasteel corset, but told her to remove it as well. Less than a minute later she was naked except for her tracking collar, chrono, and comlink. "Very nice," Chief Daala said admiringly as she circled the naked Twi'lek. "And very obedient. That's just how I like my Jedi." "Thank you, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied with a slight blush as she stood still for inspection. Then Chief Daala reached out and lightly tapped her ass. "Hmm, perhaps we should get Property of the Galactic Alliance, tattooed on your cute ass?" she asked as she continued to circle her. "And the Galactic Alliance emblem tattooed above your little purple pussy? That would certainly show your loyalty." While Ta'tan'ia was certainly willing—and eager—to do almost anything on this mission for the sake of the Jedi Order, she wasn't sure about tattoos. "Um, can I think about that awhile, Your Excellency?" she asked tentatively. "Of course, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala answered with a smile as she ran a hand down her new liaison's toned stomach. "I wouldn't dream of pressuring you into doing something you don't want to do." Then she smiled evilly. "For now, let's get you into your chastity belt." With that, Syal pulled a gleaming durasteel chastity belt out of the container. Ta'tan'ia saw that it was lined, for long term wear. As Syal helped her put it on, she saw that Property of Chief of State Natasi Daala was printed across the back of the waist belt. The Chief of State's official seal was on the front of the belt, just above her pussy. While they were getting her into the belt, Chief Daala began speaking. "Now, as you probably know, Jedi Solo wore a chastity belt as well. However, while both the Empire and myself could open hers, I will be the only person that can open yours. I will have complete control of your sex. You don't have a problem with that, do you Ta'tan'ia?" Chief Daala asked her with a superior smile. "Of course not, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered cheerfully as she obediently held the crotch strap in place while Syal locked the chastity belt tightly onto her. Ta'tan'ia hadn't ever actually worn a chastity belt, but it felt lighter than she expected. "Now that's something every Jedi should wear, don't you think, Ta'tan'ia?" Chief Daala asked her as she admired the young chastity-belted Twi'lek. "Who am I to presume to disagree with my Chief of State," Ta'tan'ia replied cheerfully, and diplomatically. While she had wanted a chastity belt for awhile, the Chief of State seal and Property of Natasi Daala wasn't quite what she had in mind. It was for the Jedi Order though, and she was stuck now anyway. Ta'tan'ia was definitely getting aroused at the thought of someone controlling her sex though. She was already fantasizing about begging Chief Daala for permission to masturbate, or have sex. Next Ta'tan'ia took a deep breath, and Syal locked the durasteel corset onto her. At least it was just gleaming durasteel, without any logos are markings on it. Then came her light-brown form-fitting pants and off-white tank top. The tan tunic had a V-neck, leaving her tracking collar easily visible. The tunic sleeves were three-quarter length, so her chrono and comlink were visible as well. Then Syal helped Ta'tan'ia into her new brown boots. These had eighteen-centimeter heels instead of fifteen like her old ones. The boots also had hidden shackles at her ankles, and just below her knees, like Jaina's had. Next was the ten centimeter wide locking nerfhide belt, with the Chief of State's official seal on the front. After that Syal helped Ta'tan'ia lock the head harness Chief Daala had provided around her lekku, and onto her head. The harness was made of a flexible layer of durasteel, lined for long term wear like her chastity belt. The Chief of State's seal was centered at the top of her forehead. Other than the seal, Ta'tan'ia liked the harness. With the Chief of State's seal on her belt buckle and head harness, she felt like a walking recruitment advertisement—and a little aroused. Ta'tan'ia wondered what she'd look like without her robes, wearing just her head harness, chastity belt and other gear. "Now Ta'tan'ia, you're almost ready to serve me. There are just a few more items," Chief Daala told her as she stepped around to the back of her desk. She opened one of her desk drawers, and pulled out a pair gleaming silver wrist-sized cuffs. "I had these specially designed for my Jedi liaison. Please remove your chrono and comlink, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala instructed her. "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied obediently. Master Durron had just given all the Jedi that wanted them new chronos and comlinks, free from the Empire's tracking and spy equipment. Still, she quickly entered the unlock code for both into her comlink. Then she took them off, and passed them to Syal. "Thank you, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia told her as she held her wrists out. "These work basically the same way as the sets the Empire, and the Jedi gave you," Chief Daala explained as she closed the chrono around Ta'tan'ia's left wrist. "Of course I've had some special modifications added, for my Jedi liaison," she said as she closed the comlink around Ta'tan'ia's right wrist. "And of course, I'm the only one that can remove them," she added absently. "Thank you, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied cheerfully, disguising her concern. Well, I can always cut them off, she thought to herself as she inspected her new wrist devices. The chrono and comlink were a little wider than both sets of her old ones, perhaps six centimeters wide. They also felt a little lighter. She touched the comlink screen, and the seal of the Chief of State briefly appeared as it came to life, then the seal became a hologram in the background. The menus seemed to work the same though. A hologram of the seal was also in the background of the chrono. This is going to take some getting used to, Ta'tan'ia thought as she smiled appreciatively at Chief Daala. While Ta'tan'ia was checking out her new chrono and comlink, Chief Daala returned to her desk. As she did, Ta'tan'ia heard a beep from her tracking collar. "Now Ta'tan'ia, there is one more thing. As my personal liaison, I want you to be the first Jedi to wear the new, advanced Galactic Alliance Jedi tracking collar," Chief Daala told her as she pulled a gleaming silver collar out of her desk drawer. "It has a few more features than the one you're wearing now." "I'm honored, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied with a smile, once again disguising her concern at the mention of a few more features. Ta'tan'ia loved her tracking collar. The new one was wider, and looked even sexier. It was gleaming silver, like her chrono, comlink, head harness, and belt buckle. Still, Chief Daala's comment about more features set off a few warning bells in her mind. Might as well have fun with it, Ta'tan'ia thought to herself. Syal stepped towards her, and removed her old tracking collar. "Thanks, DP," Ta'tan'ia told her with a smile. Then she turned back to Chief Daala. "Your Excellency, this time I'd like to accept my tracking collar the right way," she said, still smiling. Then Ta'tan'ia dropped to her knees, lifted her lekku out of the way, and bowed her head submissively. Ta'tan'ia sensed a momentary shock from Chief Daala through the Force. She quickly recovered though. "We're going to get along great, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala repeated as she leaned forward and locked the new tracking collar around the Twi'lek's neck. Ta'tan'ia started to rise, but Chief Daala placed a hand on the back of her head, holding her still. "Since you're already down there Ta'tan'ia, why don't you go ahead and thank me properly for collaring you," Chief Daala told her. Ta'tan'ia started to glance up in confusion. Then she noticed Chief Daala's right boot sticking out in front of her. "With pleasure, Your Excellency," she replied with a smile as she dropped her head down and kissed the black mirror-like toe of Chief Daala's boot. As she kissed her other boot, Ta'tan'ia knew that she was going to love this assignment. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ That afternoon, Chief Daala called Ta'tan'ia into her office. When she arrived, she found the Chief of State on a HoloNet conference with a Mandalorian. It was hard to tell through the blue-tint of the Holograph, but she thought the armor was mainly yellow, with gray trim. "You called for me, Your Excellency?" Ta'tan'ia asked as she approached the HoloNet nook. "Yes I did, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala answered. "Mirta Gev here just wanted to see the beskar tracking collar, and other restraints her father sent me for you," she said. Ta'tan'ia knew that Mirta Gev was Boba Fett's daughter, who was a close associate of Chief Daala. Then Ta'tan'ia heard a subtle beep from her uniform belt. "Strip," Chief Daala commanded her. "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied automatically, reaching for her uniform belt. Beskar, she thought to herself. No wonder the new tracking collar, chrono, comlink, and chastity belt felt lighter than her old durasteel ones. They were made of virtually indestructible Mandalorian Iron. Then Ta'tan'ia realized exactly what Chief Daala was wanting her to do. Submitting to Chief Daala in private was one thing. Submitting to one of her allies over the HoloNet was another. "Um, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia began tentatively as she was about to take off her tan tunic. "Hurry up Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala said impatiently. "Madame Gev is waiting." "Yes Your Excellency, sorry, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia said as she ran through a quick Jedi calming exercise. "I just wanted to make sure the connection was secure, so I didn't embarrass the Chief of State's Office by appearing undressed over an open HoloNet channel," she explained smoothly. "Just strip, Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala replied with a smile. "Let me worry about when and where you appear naked." "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered with a grin as she pulled off her boots. A couple of moments later Ta'tan'ia was naked except for her tracking collar, chrono, comlink, and chastity belt. Chief Daala had told her to remove her corset as well, as it was durasteel and not beskar. "Now, step over here into the hologram field, so Mirta can see you," Chief Daala commanded her. "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered obediently as she stepped into the hologram field, just in front of Chief Daala. "Very nice," Mirta Gev said after a few moments of laughter. "And very obedient, just like the last one. Will you be calling this one DJ as well?" "Thank you. That's just how I like my Jedi," Chief Daala replied with a smile. "And I haven't quite decided on a name, but DJ will be hard to top anyway." Ta'tan'ia could feel herself getting wet as they discussed her. She was still a little put-off at finding out that she was wearing beskar and not durasteel, since that meant it would be almost impossible to remove the restraints. Somehow the thought of her pussy being maglocked behind an indestructible layer of beskar made her horny too. "Unfortunately, Jaina Solo chose to return to the Jedi Order," Chief Daala told her. "But I think Ta'tan'ia here will make an excellent replacement," she added as she reached out and slapped Ta'tan'ia's ass. Ta'tan'ia grinned and blushed slightly. Still, she remained silent, just like her ProCorps training material had taught her when her superior was talking about her and not to her. "That's too bad," Mirta agreed. "Maybe I'll try to get her to come and visit me again," she said with an evil smile. "I could use a good Jedi slave around the house." "Well, good luck getting her away from Master Durron," Chief Daala replied. "If you do though, I'm sure you'll keep her as docile and obedient as I keep my Jedi pets. "I'll do my best," Mirta assured her with a smile. "For now though, I'll let dad know that you're happy with the restraints we sent for your knew Jedi pet." "Thank you, I am very happy with them, and so is Ta'tan'ia," Chief Daala replied. "Aren't you, Ta'tan'ia," she added, slapping her on her ass again. "Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied obediently, glancing back at her. Chief Daala rolled her eyes in amusement. "Don't tell me, tell Madame Gev, and don't forget to thank her." Ta'tan'ia turned back to the hologram in front of her. "Thank you for my fantastic beskar restraints, Madame Gev," she answered with a smile. "I love them, and am very happy to wear them for Chief Daala." "You're welcome, Jedi Ta'tan'ia," Mirta answered with a smile. Then she looked back to Chief Daala, thanks for the show, Your Excellency." "No problem," Chief Daala responded with her own smile. "Ta'tan'ia is happy to be of service. Also, tell Boba that I want the next order of restraints as soon as it's ready." "I will," Mirta replied with a brisk nod. "It should be ready for shipment in a day or two, at the latest." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ EPILOGUE ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Master, you won't believe what that woman did!" Ta'tan'ia said as she burst into Master Durron's office. She hurried towards his desk, with her eighteen-centimeter stiletto heels tapping rapidly on the stone floor. "What?" Kyp Durron asked, obviously distracted. "Who?" Ta'tan'ia came to a stop about a meter in front of his desk. "Chief Daala! She put me in this uniform," she said, waving her hands down her body. "Ta'tan'ia, now isn't the best time for this," Kyp responded uncomfortably. Ta'tan'ia tugged on her nerfhide belt with her thumb. "This is locked on," she said, ignoring him. Then she reached down, and tapped the hidden shackle at the top of her right boot. "My boots are too. Chief Daala programmed them to unlock when I got to the Temple," Ta'tan'ia said as she pulled her belt open. She actually loved the fact that her uniform was locked on, but she didn't want Master Durron to know that. In fact, Ta'tan'ia was pretty aroused at just about everything Chief Daala had done to her, and a lot of what she had done to Chief Daala. She just wanted to tell Master Durron about it. Kyp stared back at her as she pulled off her uniform top. "Okay," he answered blankly. "She gave me the corset too," Ta'tan'ia said as she laid her uniform top over a chair, revealing her gleaming durasteel corset. "She also gave me a new tracking collar, chrono, and comlink," she said as she displayed her new restraints. Then she pulled her pants down to her knees. "And, as you can see, a chastity belt." Star Wars Imperial Prostitute 3 Ch. 14 "Haven't you been wanting one?" Kyp asked her absently. "Not with the seal of the Chief of State on the front," Ta'tan'ia said. "And with Property of Natasi Daala inscribed across the back of it." "Oh," Kyp said, obviously distracted. "Well. . . ask her to take it off," he suggested after a moment. Ta'tan'ia flicked her lekku in annoyance. "Master, the collar, chrono, comlink, and chastity belt are all made of beskar," she announced. "And she can spy on all my communications through the comlink!" While she didn't have the slightest problem with Chief Daala locking at tracking collar on her, she knew it would take a while for her to get used to Chief Daala monitoring her communications. After a few moments, Ta'tan'ia realized that she wasn't going to get Master Durron to understand. She ran through a Jedi calming exercise. "We'll talk about it later, Master," she said as pulled her pants back up. "I'll probably be wearing the collar and stuff for the rest of my life," she said as she put her uniform top back on. "Guess I got to stay trim," she added as she closed her belt around her waist. "Yeah," Kyp agreed absently. "Oh, Jaina, want to hit the gym when you're done?" Ta'tan'ia asked as she walked towards the door. There was a couple moments of silence. "Sure," Jaina replied, from underneath Master Durron's desk. "Great," Ta'tan'ia replied cheerfully. "Just let me know when you're free," she said as she reached the doors. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Frakk, Kyp thought to himself as Ta'tan'ia closed the door behind herself. Then he looked down at the young, sexy blonde on her knees under his desk. "You forgot to lock the door," he told her with mock-sternness. "I'm gonna have to punish you for that." Jaina looked up at him apologetically. "I'm sorry Master," she replied earnestly. "Maybe you could put me in a chastity belt like Ta'tan'ia has?" she suggested with a smile as she licked the tip of his cock. Kyp rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Yeah, with the Chief of State's seal on it," he replied with a smirk. "Get back to work," he added as he nudged her head down onto his cock. "Yes Mast—" she responded as she slid her lips down his rock-hard shaft. "—gulp!" ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Remember, please vote me a five, and leave me feedback, public or via email.