6 comments/ 37022 views/ 14 favorites Star Wars Jedi Tahiri & Alema Rar By: HandcuffGirl Authoress's notes: This is a sequel of sorts to Star Wars: Jedi Tahiri in Bondage, and takes place soon after the end of the Yuuzhan Vong War. I have some more stories about Jedi Alema Rar planned. Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. Opening Crawl: Pirates have been attacking trading ships belonging to the Hapes Consortium and enslaving crew members. Tenel Ka, Jedi Knight and Queen of the Hapes Consortium, believes that a Hutt named Schliebak is behind the attacks. She has asked her friends and fellow Jedi, Alema Rar and Tahiri Veila, to investigate the matter. . . Star Wars Jedi Tahiri & Alema Rar CLICK! The lock snapped shut with surprising ease. Even if she accidentally brushed up against it, the lock would snap closed. Deciding that it would be good practice, Tahiri tried to free her cuffed wrist without using her other hand. Even with the added flexibility of having her upper arm free, it was futile. After fifteen minutes she reached over and with one finger easily freed her restrained arm. About twenty minutes or so later the waist-high slot on the cell door opened. A guard ordered Tahiri to come to the door, turn around hold her hands up to the slot. He reached through and secured her hands to her sides and then opened the cell door. Three more guards and a Mandalorian were there. They secured Tahiri's upper arms to the frame and put the hood back over her head. Then came another long, slow, shackled walk. They stopped and Tahiri was pushed into a chair and the hood removed. Alema Rar was sitting about a meter away. The Majordomo was in front of her, with the guards spread out to either side. "Hello again, Jedi slaves," he leered at Alema Rar, who winked back with a suggestive smile. "Tonight the Great Schliebak will be hosting a reception for some very important guests. As a symbol of his power, his Jedi slaves will be the serving girls." He looked at Tahiri, waiting for her to object. When she didn't, he continued. "You'll have to be prepared, and in your case," he nodded to Tahiri, "Trained." Alema Rar had grown up as a slave, so Tahiri assumed that was why she didn't have to be trained. "Master, I could probably use a refresher course," Alema Rar told him sweetly. "I wouldn't want to embarrass the Great Schliebak." "Good point, slave. Better safe than sorry," the Majordomo replied. Under his supervision, heels about 13cm high were strapped onto the Jedi's feet. A serving tray was attached to the strap around each of their abdomens. Chains ran from the outer corners of the trays to the D-rings on the front of their collars. At this point Tahiri realized that she wouldn't even be allowed to use her hands to serve. She was just a mobile serving tray, no better than a droid or piece of furniture. Well, a droid could probably do more, Tahiri thought with humiliation. Alema Rar must have realized the same thing, but it didn't seem to bother her. She seemed to be getting back into the life of a slave pretty well. The Jedi spent a few minutes practicing walking in the heels. Both girls were naturals. Luattir was surprised at how fast they picked it up, especially with the ysalamir frames throwing their balance off. Next, the guards sat a tall thin glass on each tray, and the girls practiced walking and squatting to give a seated guest easy access to the tray without tipping the glass over. This also proved an easy task, with Tahiri only tipping hers once. Last of all the two Jedi had to walk and squat while the Majordomo and guards slapped, pinched, and groped the helpless Jedi. This was more challenging for Tahiri, who tipped her glass four more times. When they finished the Majordomo instructed the guards to take the human slave to the dungeon and place her on the bench for her punishment. It took Tahiri a moment to realize that the 'human slave' was her. "Punishment!" she shouted. "For what?" Luattir gave a brief nod to a guard behind Tahiri. Fire lanced across her thighs. Tahiri fell to the ground. She faked being in pain for about ninety seconds this time, and felt a tingle between her legs. The Majordomo walked over and squatted down in front of her. He gently took her chin in his hand and pulled it to face him. "Never speak out of turn, slave. And never, ever shout at your Masters," he told her in a soothing but firm voice. Tahiri glanced at Alema Rar, who smiled back smugly. What's wrong with her? Tahiri thought. She's acting like she's enjoying me getting whipped for nothing. "Yes Master," Tahiri replied meekly. "Now, you'll get an additional punishment. It doesn't matter what for. The Might Schliebak can punish his property anyway he sees fit. For any reason, real or imagined." He paused for a breath. "Now, the guards are going to take you to the dungeon. If I get a bad report, I will be displeased, do you understand?" "Yes Master," Tahiri replied, after only a brief hesitation. "Will I get a bad report from the guards?" Pain meant nothing to Tahiri. She was just biding her time until she found an opportunity to escape. "No Master," she told him. "Good girl," he replied, with a pat on the head. As the guards helped Tahiri to her feet visions, of herself decapitating the Devaronian were in her mind. They removed the serving tray as she imagined their severed limbs flying off. The hood was pulled over her head as her partner and friend, Alema Rar, giggled at something Luattir said. It was another long, slow walk to the dungeon. It was odd not being able to feel what type of floor she was walking on through the bare soles of her feet. The hood wouldn't have bothered her greatly, if she had the Force. With the ysalamir strapped to her back, the hood, along with the heels and anklechain, made the simple act of walking a horrifying task. The guard holding her leash kept a steady pull on her collar. With her hands cuffed to the frame, Tahiri had to completely trust her captors. They definitely descended several levels, although the air felt warm and damp the whole time. Once they arrived, at what she guessed was the dungeon, the guard unclipped the leash from her collar. The chain was unlocked from Tahiri's ankles and her feet were spread wide and secured again. She was pushed forwards and made to lean across a padded bench, about waist high. Her tits pressed against the smooth cold surface; some kind of nerfhide, she guessed. Next her wrists and biceps were freed and pulled up and out over her head. Tahiri felt her wrist shackles being locked to the bench. Her cuffs were even with the end of the cool nerfhide of the bench. Lastly, a wide strap was pulled tight over her hips, holding her tight against the bench. Tahiri expected the punishment to begin immediately. Instead, she was forced to wait for over an hour shackled in that position. Finally, she heard the doorway open and the Majordomo's voice. Only then did the guard take the hood off her head. Tahiri looked back and was shocked to see Alema Rar at Luattir's side. She whispered into his ear and giggled when she spotted Tahiri looking. While he was still looking at Alema Rar, Luattir nonchalantly gestured to a guard and he lashed out. Both Tahiri's legs felt the fire. This was a much stronger power-whip than before. Tahiri hoped they didn't tear her hamstrings with it. Another lash and Tahiri screamed again. She kept up the sobbing between strokes. A third lash. By the fourth lash Tahiri had another fire going between her legs. With the fifth lash Tahiri was squirming from arousal. By the seventh Tahiri was screaming to keep from moaning. "Hey Master Luattir, I have an idea," Tahiri heard Alema Rar say in her sultry voice. "What is it, my pet?" "Why don't I give Tahiri her last three licks?" The first thought that Tahiri had was, How did she know I was only getting ten licks? The second thought was, Why is she volunteering to give them to me? Then it hit her. The power-whip! Alema Rar is going to use the power-whip to overpower the guards, free me, and escape! The two Mandalorians would have to go first. Then the Majordomo since he could probably call re-enforcements. Then the other five guards. "Sure you can," Luattir replied easily. "As long as you promise not to go easy on her." "I won't, Master. She'll get everything she deserves," Alema Rar replied with a smile. Knowing that Alema Rar was about to get the power-whip, the two Mandalorians took a couple of steps back and adjusted their grips on their blaster carbines. One of the guards found a better defensive position as well. The other four seemed to be trying to get a better view of Tahiri's punishment. "There is one little problem though, Master," Alema Rar said. "What's that my dear?" "All that screaming is distracting. Can I gag her or something?" Tahiri replayed the words in her mind. How can gagging me be part of her escape plan? "Absolutely," Luattir told her with a smile. One of the guards retrieved a gag, and another released Alema Rar's wrists and arms. She gave the Majordomo a long hug and kiss before taking the ballgag from the guard and strutting over to Tahiri's bound form, which took some skill since she was still shackled. She knelt down, her face inches from Tahiri's. "Trust me," she whispered. Then she pushed the black synthrubber ball into Tahiri's mouth and buckled the strap behind her head. Alema Rar turned to the Majordomo. "Can I blindfold her too, Master?" she asked with a smile. Tahiri was still adjusting to the intruder in her mouth and didn't hear the question. Luattir nodded and a guard tossed Alema Rar a padded nerfhide blindfold. She quickly placed it over the startled Tahiri's eyes and secured it. Tahiri was now shackled, blind and mute. Alema got in position and turned the power-whip on. She reared back and swung the whip towards her friend's ass. The eighth lash was worse than the first seven. It hit her right at the top of her thighs. Tahiri was so shocked that her friend had actually hit her with the cruel power-whip that she forgot to suppress the pain of the next blow. Tahiri genuinely screamed into the gag. She pulled with all her strength against the unforgiving shackles. Her pussy juice was leaking down the insides of the thighs. By chance or intent, the last lash landed directly on Tahiri's wet cunt lips. Arching her back against the ysalamir frame, Tahiri orgasmed from the pain. She gave a long scream into the gag, which was barely heard by the guards. Still coming down from the mind-numbing orgasm, it took Tahiri a few seconds to realize that something was between her legs. Licking her pussy, to be more precise. Tahiri tried to squirm away from the unknown tongue, but the strap across her hips kept her in place. It was a talented tongue. Soon Tahiri was trying to squirm into the tongue. A second orgasm was well on its way. The tongue definitely wasn't human. Tahiri felt her ballgag being unbuckled. It popped out and she moaned loudly. Something else was pushed past her lips. She opened her mouth and the cock went in. Hands grabbed each side of her head as the cock thrust in and out. Luckily it wasn't very big. Only about a decimeter long by her estimation, and thin. The magic tongue was still hard at work. The little dick in her mouth shot its load after only a couple of minutes. Tahiri nearly choked on the cum there was so much. It came, and came, and came some more. Her chin and the bench were covered with the stuff. She had swallowed all she could, just to keep breathing. The cock pulled out just in time for Tahiri to scream with her second orgasm. The gifted tongue stayed busy, giving Tahiri the maximum amount of pleasure possible. Finally, it pulled out of her dripping snatch. A few moments later Tahiri's blindfold was removed. She blinked several times and looked into the grinning face of Alema Rar. "Now wasn't that fun?" The Twi'lek said with a roguish smile. While Tahiri was still processing that, Alema Rar leaned in and gave her a long open-mouthed kiss. Tahiri was shocked by the kiss. She was doubly shocked to taste her own juices in Alema Rar's mouth. She was the one that had been eating her pussy! Not that the Twi'lek hadn't made it clear over the years that gender, not to mention species, meant nothing to her when it came to the pleasures of the flesh. During the Yuuzhan Vong war Alema Rar's reputation was legendary. She was known to do ANYTHING, and anyone, to reward troops for a job well done. When the 'C' Company of the 2551st, with 200 members, ambushed and destroyed an entire battalion of Vong, Alema Rar attempted to fuck the entire company. She was over half way through them when a Vong counterattack interrupted the whole thing. Alema Rar licked her lips after the kiss. On the Majordomo's orders, Tahiri was released from the bench and re-cuffed. Alema Rar was also secured. The hoods were placed back over the Jedi's heads and Tahiri was taken back to her cell. Once in her cell, Tahiri's hood was removed. Her wrists and arms were left cuffed, and the high heels were still strapped on her feet, not to mention the various sex juices drying on her face and pussy. Laughter was the answer to her complaints. After a while, the lower flap opened and a wide bowl was pushed through. Tahiri was starving. She pulled on the shackles in vain. "Hey! I'm still chained up in here. How am I supposed to eat?" "With your mouth, Jedi!" Came the reply through the cell door. Groaning in frustration, Tahiri got on her knees and leaned over the bowl. She couldn't even tell what this stuff was. It looked like some kind of brownish-red gruel. Feeling like she was an animal, Tahiri begin eating the unidentifiable substance. The stuff was on Tahiri's nose and face and in her hair when she was done. Since she was shackled, she was unable to clean it off. When the guard came to get the bowl, Tahiri meekly asked him if he could wipe off her face. After making her ask again, he opened the top flap and cleaned off her face and hair with a wet cloth. She practically had to beg him to convince him to wipe the drying cum off her pussy, but when he did he grabbed her harness with one hand while he turned the wipe into a full blown fingering session. By the time Tahiri squirmed away she was thoroughly cleaned down there. When she asked him to unlock her, he just laughed and slammed the flap shut. Softly cursing him in frustration, Tahiri went to use the tiny 'fresher. It took a bit of time shackled like she was. With nothing else to do she lay down on the bunk and, after a while, drifted off to sleep. Star Wars Jedi Tahiri & Alema Rar Alema Rar seemed to be having similar problems with her emotions. "Anytime, frakking girl!" She spat out. The Majordomo quickly laid out the rules. Fight till the other one gives up. No eye gouging or permanent injuries. If ordered to stop, stop fighting immediately and back away. The two Jedi followed by the spectators were taken to a shallow area of the pits. The guards freed their wrists, arms and ankles, and removed the trays that were locked to their collars. Tahiri then removed her muddy heels. Alema Rar's were already on the deck. Keeping their balance in the calf deep mud was tricky with the ysalamir frame still welded on their backs. The spectators started laying out bets. Tahiri Veila, Jedi Knight, was oblivious to the fact that she was about to engage in a naked mud fight with a fellow Jedi for the amusement of a bunch of criminals. All the resentment that Tahiri had been holding back since the Twi'lek had tried to steal Anakin away on the mission to Myrkr came boiling the surface. She lunged at Alema Rar, trying to tackle her and use her weight to wrestle her down. The lithe dancer side-stepped and kicked her in the thigh. In the gooey mud, both lost their balance and fell. Tahiri face down, Alema Rar on her back. Tahiri dived again, and landed half on top of her opponent. Alema Rar tried to twist away, but Tahiri grabbed one of her head tails, and pulled it back. Howling in pain, she drove an elbow into Tahiri's solar plexus. With an ummph, Tahiri lost her grip, and Alema Rar squirmed away, just enough to plant a swift kick to the side of her head. Tahiri fell into the shallow mud face down and Alema Rar landed on top of her. She grabbed the prone girl's hair and held her under. Tahiri slapped vainly at her hands, but the Twi'lek held on. Tahiri switched tactics and reached back, finding a bar on her ysalamir frame. She pulled and Alema Rar fell off, allowing Tahiri to rise and take a much needed breath. Both grappled for about a minute, with neither gaining an advantage. From her back Tahiri pushed Alema Rar away with both legs. The Twi'lek got up and caught her breath. Tahiri did the same. A few seconds later, they both attacked. Alema Rar tried to kick her in the knee, but Tahiri dodged and trapped her in a leg lock. Both went down, lost their balance and went down again. Both girls landed on their backs, with Tahiri on top of Alema Rar. Tahiri had kept her grip on the Twi'lek's leg, and was trying to twist her ankle, while Alema Rar was attempting a choke hold while keeping her own head out of the mud. The ysalamir frame, as well as Tahiri's weight, was making it difficult for Alema Rar to breathe. Her knee and ankle were both killing her from the leg lock Tahiri had on. Her own choke hold was ineffective because of the frame and the wide collar that Tahiri was wearing. Alema Rar released the choke hold and grabbed Tahiri's left arm. She pulled it back to the ysalamir frame and with the quick-snap lock and the D-ring on Tahiri's cuff, locked her wrist to the frame. Tahiri muttered a curse when she felt her cuff lock to the frame. She reflexively yanked on the durasteel cuff in vain. Alema Rar meanwhile got hold of her other arm and tried to pull it to the other snap-lock. She wrapped her legs around Tahiri's waist to hold her in place. It was a losing struggle. Centimeter by centimeter, Tahiri felt her wrist being pulled closer to the snap-lock. She suddenly stopped trying to pull away and grabbed the frame. Unfortunately the frame and Tahiri's hand were both coated in the slippery mud. Alema Rar quickly broke her grip and locked her wrist to the ysalamir frame. Ignoring the groan of frustration, Alema Rar leaned close to her ear and whispered to her. "Everything is gonna be OK. Just trust me." While Tahiri was distracted by the whispered confession, Alema Rar threw her off and climbed to her feet. With a triumphant smile, she took a moment to catch her breath. The spectators begin exchanging credits. Most seemed disappointed; they must have bet on Tahiri. One female human in particular, seemed especially disgusted. Alema Rar turned back to her shackled opponent. She was on her knees, trying to struggle to her feet. Alema Rar was about to make her submit, when Schliebak shouted, "Enough!" Experienced in what was expected of a Hutt's slaves after entertainment, Alema Rar turned to Schliebak and bowed. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tahiri following her lead. "Stand," Luattir instructed them after Schliebak gave permission. Alema Rar had to help Tahiri to her feet. "After we wash the two of you, Jedi Alema Rar will receive her reward for being triumphant." Alema Rar knew that a Hutt's 'reward' was probably not much of one, for her anyway. The two Jedi were taken out of the mud pits and re-shackled. They were then taken to the kitchen and a small cleaning closet. There they were hosed off with frigid water. Without even being allowed to dry off, the shivering girls were led on leashes back out to the repulsor deck. The Majordomo welcomed them back, and announced Alema Rar's reward. "The Great Schliebak has proclaimed that for your reward for winning the slave girl mud fight, Alema Rar will have the honor of being auctioned off first." Tahiri stood in stunned disbelief. She was going to be sold? Like an old speeder? Or broken droid? Alema Rar cursed and Tahiri glanced at her. For the first time since their capture, the Twi'lek was visibly despondent. Tahiri, on the other hand, felt a glimmer of hope. She didn't know what kind of security measures any of the buyers had, but they couldn't be as extensive as the fat one's. The auction began for one female Twi'lek Jedi with a ysalamir frame welded on her, two additional frames, and three Force suppressing ysalamiri. Special pricing for additional supplies was also included. Tahiri idly wondered if the 'special' prices would be more or less than the regular prices. The bidding swiftly rose. All the guests seemed to want a slave Jedi. Tahiri did notice that the one Human woman didn't even bother to bid, she just stayed busy on her datapad. One by one, all the other guest dropped out. A Hutt finally bought the Twi'lek for a price that would have bought a small island on an Outer Rim world. Alema Rar was led to her new owner by her leash and the auction for Tahiri began. She noticed several guards slip away. The bidding for Tahiri was just as intense. All the guests bid, even Alema Rar's new owner and the Human that hadn't bid on her. After about 10 minutes it was down to the woman and one of the Hutts. The price was already well past what was paid for Alema Rar, which honestly surprised Tahiri. The human woman bought Tahiri for an outrageous price, nearly half again more than Alema Rar. Tahiri was led to her new owner by her leash. She looked like a veteran spacer, closer to 50 than 40, tall, with dark brown hair. Probably quite attractive in her younger years, still what one might describe as handsome. The Majordomo accepted payment and passed her a datapad that he said had information on the ysalamiri, the frames, and the slave. Raven, as the Majordomo called her, thanked him and Schliebak for the wonderful time, and departed for her ship, Tahiri following on her leash. They piled into one of Schliebak's speeder vans for the trip. Tahiri, her 'owner' ―or soon as I get a chance, victim, Tahiri thought―her four Human guards, and a driver employed by Schliebak. Trailing them on a speeder bike was one of the Mandalorians. The woman, her guards and Tahiri rode silently. The driver tried to start up a conversation, but the woman was busy reading the datapad Luattir had provided her. "Ma'am, how much would it cost for some time alone with that pretty little Jedi of yours?" The driver asked as they came to a stop at the landing pad. Tahiri hadn't considered what she would do if her owner tried to turn her into a whore. The woman looked up and considered the question a moment. "Your life," she replied without a trace of a smile. Tahiri was confused by the answer. The driver just laughed while they piled out. The woman held Tahiri's leash, but didn't pull on it like everyone else had been doing the last few days. They walked across the landing pad and to a mid-size freighter. The landing ramp was down, and they went up. As soon as the ramp closed, everything changed.