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Star Wars: Jaina's Discovery

By: HandcuffGirl



Authoress's notes: This story takes place within a few months of the end of the Yuuzhan Vong War. It is the fifth Star Wars story I have written. Unlike the last three, this one is not a sequel to any of the others. I hope you read them anyway, and enjoy all of my stories. Please leave me feedback, public or via email. 

Star Wars: Jaina's Discovery

Chapter 1 of 5

"Mom!" Jaina Solo called out as she set her bag down by the door. 

She didn't even know why she had called out. Through the Force, she knew that her parents' apartment was empty before she even entered. "Three-pee-oh!" she called, as she reached out with the Force again, to flip on the glowpanels. 

The apartment's cooling unit had been off a while. Her parents always shut it down when they were going to be away for more than a couple of days. Jaina quickly pulled apart the stiff collar of her bright orange flight suit, and unzipped it a few decimeters to fight the warmth.

Just to be sure no one else was here, Jaina checked the small kitchenette and two bedrooms in the apartment. This was actually the first time she had been to the place. It was in a newly de-vongformed section of Coruscant. She hadn't particularly expected her parents to be here anyway. 

Must still be in the Reecee system, Jaina thought. That was the last system they were visiting before coming home. Then she noticed a door in the master bedroom that had been left half-open.

Jaina was only a step from the door when she realized that it was probably a closet. Since she was so close, she decided to take a peek anyway, just to be sure.

It was definitely a closet. About two meters wide and four long, practically empty except for a couple of packing containers stacked in the back. Just as she was about to close the door, Jaina noticed an open package in a front corner. Curious, she turned on the closet's glowpanel to get a better look.

Sticking out the top of the shipping container was a gold, round, engraved... something. Jaina leaned over and pulled it out, revealing a golden bra, made of light-weight durasteel alloy. She stood there in stunned silence for several seconds. Then she laughed as she realized that her mother had bought it. Probably for dad, she thought with mild disgust. Imagining her parents in any type of romantic situation was as disturbing to her as it was for anyone else in the galaxy to imagine their parents. Then a vague memory popped into her mind.

OH SKRAG! she realized with sudden amazement. This wasn't just a gold durasteel bra, it was THE gold durasteel bra. The one that slug Jabba had forced her mom to wear on Tatooine all those years ago. Not the exact one; but a replica. Jaina had watched the edited holo-footage of her parents, Uncle Luke and Chewie in Jabba's throne room once, in a history class.

Only recently had she discovered that there was a brisk business selling the un-edited footage, not to mention high quality holographs of her mother in the humiliating slave-girl outfit. Many people sold fake copies, with holoactresses playing the part, but apparently nothing sold like the real thing. Jaina figured it was something about seeing a woman in power, as opposed to some model doing it for money.

Now Jaina knew that the business also included reproductions of that gold slave-girl outfit. With a sort of morbid fascination, Jaina set the bikini top back in the shipping container, picked the whole thing up, and carried it into the main room of the apartment.

Jaina sat down on the couch, and put the container on the stimcaf table. She barely noticed the holodisplay attached to the lid, and quickly pulled the durasteel bikini top back out of the container. 

From what she remembered from the handful of holographs she had seen of the original, this one would cover a bit more of mom's, ew, breasts in comparison. The straps going over the shoulders and around the back were made of a tightly linked gold durasteel chain a couple of centimeters wide. The chain was flat and felt like it would be comfortable enough to wear. The insides of the bra cups were lined in some kind of smooth synth-hide. Shaking her head in amazement, Jaina set the bra aside and reach into the box again.

This time she pulled out the bottom half of the bikini. At least she guessed it was the bottom half. It was more like a rigid belt, made out of the same gold durasteel alloy as the top. The belt was shaped to match the wearer's hips, with the front and back being a little lower than the sides. The front of the belt was wider than the rest, as well, and had the same design engraved on it as the bra had. 

Two long strips of lashaa silk hung from the front and back. The silks seemed to be attached to the belt with small magnetic strips. Jaina gently took the front silk in her hand, and ran her fingers down it, feeling its smoothness. After only a few centimeters, the silk came loose in her hand.

Jaina reattached the strip of lashaa silk, then tugged on it again. It popped free again. Jaina didn't quite understand why it came off so easily. Kriff, you couldn't even adjust them without them coming off, she thought with derision. Maybe you can increase the strength of the magnets? she mentally added, after a moment's thought. It never occurred to her that the slave outfit was designed that way to increase the wearer's humiliation.

The two strips of maroon lashaa silk seemed like they were more to make the wearer think she had some sort of modesty than to actually cover anything. Jaina held the belt up, and could easily see through both strips of silk. They would hide nothing. 

Next her hand came out with a heavy circle of durasteel. It took Jaina a moment to recognize it as a slave collar. It was no trouble to tell that this was a much more... substantial collar than the one Jabba had forced her mom to wear. It was probably about six or seven millimeters thick, and sixty-five to seventy tall. 

The collar was gold, like the bikini, but instead of being slightly dull with a design engraved onto it, the collar was gleaming. If Jaina held it just right, she could see her reflection in it. There was a barely visible hinge on either side, and it closed in the back.

The only thing interrupting the endless circle of gold was the small D-shaped ring attached to the front, with a larger O-ring dangling from it. The O-ring was about five centimeters in diameter, and maybe five millimeters thick. It practically invited someone to attach a leash to it, and lead the wearer around like a pet. 

Impatient, Jaina quickly started pulling things out of the container and setting them on the stimcaf table. A smaller pair of polished durasteel bands. Another, even smaller pair. Both pairs were slightly oval-shaped, with the smaller pair a little more so than the larger. Maroon and gold calf-boots with super-high heels. A gold durasteel chain about a meter long, with a padded grip at one end.

Jaina moved the now empty container to the floor, and inspected the contents. She was still stunned that her mom―MOM!―had bought something like this. Maybe... she thought as she picked the container back up and checked the address on the holodisplay. Nope, it had come to the right place, although there was no name on it. The return address didn't have a name listed either, although it was on Coruscant. Still puzzled, Jaina set the container back down and picked up the slave collar again.

The collar weighed about a kilo-and-a-half. Almost on autopilot, Jaina opened it and lifted it to her neck. It felt cool as it touched her throat. Holding it in place with one hand, Jaina reach back and closed one side, then the other. She let go and the collar opened, almost falling. Jaina easily caught it, still processing the sensation of the hard durasteel around her neck. She closed it again, in front of her. Looking at the back, she tried to figure out how it stayed closed. After a few seconds, she checked the shipping container again, to see if she had missed some sort of key or something.

She found a cheap datapad attached to the inside of the lid, but no key. On the display of the datapad were the words All Species Pleasure Boutique, which Jaina figured was the place the outfit had come from. After setting the datapad on the stimcaf table, Jaina began to wonder how the collar looked on her. Luckily there was a floor-to-ceiling mirror on the wall nearby. Jaina walked over, and closed the collar around her neck again.

It looked wrong around the stiff collar of her flight suit. After a few seconds of fumbling to get her clothes out of the way, Jaina set the slave collar back down, and unzipped the flight suit all the way to the waistband. Then she pulled both arms out, and left the flight suit hanging around her waist. Underneath she was wearing a tight black tank top, with built in support for her breasts. Now she put the collar back up to her neck, and closed it again. Jaina still had to hold the two ends together behind her neck, but the collar was much easier to see with the flight suit out of the way.

For some reason, Jaina loved the way the durasteel slave collar looked—and felt—on her. Once again she wondered how to keep it closed. After nearly a minute admiring herself in the mirror, Jaina went back to the couch.

Since the apartment was too warm anyway, Jaina decided to strip her flight suit off completely. Trying to save a credit on the cooling bill, she thought as she pulled the flight suit off over her boots and tossed it to the end of the couch. The tight-fitting black underpants were much cooler without the bulky flight suit on top. After a few relaxing breaths, Jaina picked up one of the smaller durasteel rings.

It fit perfectly around her wrist. Jaina was still puzzled as to how the collar and... bracelet?... closed. To her disappointment, the mid-sized ring was a little big for her ankle. She was about to set it back down when she remembered that original outfit had included a gold armband.

The gold band was a little tight on her biceps. Must be stronger than mom, Jaina thought with smug superiority. When she relaxed her arm, Jaina could get the ends to meet, but not close. Disappointed again, she set it back on the stimcaf table.

The calf boots were maroon, overlaid with the same pattern as the bikini top and bottom in gold. The heels looked to be at least twelve centimeters high, and maybe two in diameter. The front part of the boots were elevated a couple of centimeters as well. Small magnets were at the top of each boot, on either side of the zipper, to keep it from coming open. The boots also had plenty of ankle support, although the thick nerfhide band seemed like it would be just above the actual ankle joint.

Jaina had always kind of liked high heels. Through the war she hadn't had much of a chance of wearing any, though. Although Alema Rar always managed to, Jaina thought with puzzlement. She knew that she wore the same size shoes as mom. As matter of fact, I'm only a little bigger than mom in everything... Jaina realized, as she held the boot in her hand. 

Jaina slowly scanned the outfit lying on the stimcaf table. It looked a little small, especially the top, but it would probably fit her. For some reason, the thought of wearing the humiliating slavegirl costume turned her on. The fact that it was someone else's definitely added to her arousal. 

She reached out with the Force to make sure that the front door was still locked. Then she realized that, even if they'd been away for a week, her parents could be on Coruscant already, and here in minutes. Jaina quickly set the calf boot back down and walked over to the apartment's computer. There she made a comm call to the Falcon, to find out when they would be back, discreetly.

Threepio answered, and informed her that both her parents were asleep. Jaina quickly stopped the droid from waking them, and after a few questions, found out they wouldn't be heading back for at least a few more hours. Jaina knew that it was at least a six hour hyperspace flight from Reecee to Coruscant. She left a message with Threepio for her parents saying hi, and not to hurry back on account of her.

Now that she knew that she wouldn't be disturbed, Jaina began stripping off the rest of her clothes as she walked back to the stimcaf table. Her anticipation increased with each step, and each item she tossed to the floor, until she was completely naked.

The first thing that Jaina picked up was the belt. She glanced at the smooth inside and noticed a sensor pad located on the front, just above where her pussy would be. Puzzled, Jaina picked the datapad up off the stimcaf table.

Should have read this before, Jaina thought as she scanned the instructions. The sensor pad in the belt activated magnetic couplings on the entire outfit when in came in contact with the wearer's skin. All I needed to know, Jaina thought happily as she tossed the datapad back onto the table.

Jaina wasted no time in opening the belt, which had hinges at either side like the collar, and pressing the front against her lower abdomen. With both hands holding the belt in place, she slid them around, closing the belt along the way, and pressed the two ends together with a 'click.' The belt was a little tight, but not too tight to wear for a while. 

The two strips of lashaa silk were about what she expected. Looking down, Jaina could easily see the outline of her moist lips, and knew that someone standing behind her could see just as much of her ass. The two strips reached down to the floor, with several centimeters dragging. Remembering how easily they came off, Jaina reminded herself not to step on them. They were only about twenty centimeters wide, so they barely disguised anything anyway. 

The bra came next. Since Jaina was a little bigger on top than her mom, it took a minute to squeeze her breasts into the gold durasteel bra. Luckily it closed in the front instead of the back. With the two main pieces of the outfit in place, Jaina took a moment to check herself out in the mirror again.

Wow, Jaina thought as she admired herself. Mom wishes she could look this good. Then she realized that if her mom could still wear the same sized clothes as her twenty-one year old daughter, then she did look good, for a forty-nine year old anyway.

The boots fit perfectly. Jaina closed the magnets at the top of the zippers, and the bigger ones on the nerfhide straps at her ankles. Then she stood and took a few practice steps, back to the mirror, trying to get used to the high heels. The boots made her toned legs and tight ass look fabulous. Jaina was surprised at how easy it was to walk in the boots. The ankle support helped as well. An unexpected bonus of the boots was that the extra height kept the strips of lashaa silk off the floor.

Next, Jaina closed the armbands around her upper arms, just above her elbows. She was able to flex her arms better with them like that, instead of directly on her bicep muscle. 

The gold durasteel bracelets fit her wrists easily. She slid them up and down her arms, to see how far they would slide. It was only a few centimeters either direction. There was no way she could slip them off without opening them again. The bracelets and armbands were both the same width and thickness as the collar. She could feel their heft. Jaina could barely see the seams on the bracelets. It looked like she had an unending band of gold durasteel around her wrist. 

As Jaina lifted the collar to her throat, she felt the spark of arousal from her pussy. She pushed the two ends of the collar together at the back of her neck, and heard it click shut. 

Jaina felt a flash of danger from the Force a split-second before the entire outfit—boots, bikini bottoms, top, bracelets, armbands, and collar—all clicked again, simultaneously. With all the speed of a Jedi, she reached out with the Force and called her lightsaber to her from across the room. Before it reached her outstretched hand, the sense of danger passed.

Jedi Solo stood crouched between the couch and stimcaf table, lightsaber un-ignited, trying to get a sense of what she had felt from the Force. After about thirty seconds, she gave up, and relaxed, tossing her lightsaber onto the couch. Whatever she had felt was gone. 

Jaina was almost overwhelmed with the strange sensations coursing through her body. She felt excited, horny, and naughty all at the same time. There was a strong clip on the opposite end of the chain from the nerfhide grip. Jaina had to squeeze it hard to open it enough to get it on the leash ring on the front of the collar. For some reason a shudder of pleasure hit her as she did.

As Jaina posed in the mirror with entire outfit on, she had flashes of herself kneeling at the feet of a faceless master, or lounging on soft pillows at his feet. I wonder how much one of these costs, she thought to herself as she gently stroked her clit through the lashaa silk.

One finger was quickly joined by another. Frakk, it's been MONTHS! Jaina realized as she reached underneath the filmy silk with her other hand. She spread her legs a little, to give herself better access. Impulsively, she wished that Zekk were here with his big dick. 

Or Master Durron, she thought with a shudder. She wasn't sure how big Master Durron's dick was, but she imagined that it was massive. Then she imagined Master Durron holding her leash and nearly fell to her knees in ecstasy. 

Jaina quickly stumbled back over to the couch, and fell down onto the comfortable form-cushions, legs splayed obscenely. She hooked her boots heels on the edge of the stimcaf table, and pushed the strip of lashaa silk to the left, out of the way. The chain leash draped off to the other side. One hand reached up to tweak a nipple, but was stopped by the durasteel bikini top. Jaina let out a moan that was half frustration, half arousal as the hand returned to her snatch.

"Heeeyyy," someone said from just inside the doorway. Jaina was far too absorbed to notice that someone had entered the apartment. "OH FRAKK!" the voice screamed out barely a second later, just as she was starting to come back to reality. "Jaina!"

Flying an X-wing with no shields and one engine against a hundred coralskippers, Jaina didn't panic. Wearing her mother's Jabba the Hutt slavegirl outfit and masturbating on her parents' couch when someone yelled "OH FRAKK!" from a couple of meters away, she completely freaked out.

"AAAEEEE, FRAKK," she screamed out as she tried to cover herself with the strip of lashaa silk, dive behind the couch, and bring up her Force defenses all at the same time. How the person had gotten inside her parents' apartment or knew her name didn't seem nearly so important at the time. 

The lashaa silk didn't cover much anyway, so it didn't help much. As she attempted to dive behind the couch, she stepped on the leash with her boot, and fell to the floor with a yelp of pain. That broke her concentration, and Force defenses. Then she realized who the intruder was.

"LANDO!" she screamed from the floor, knees against her chest, arms crossed over them.

"Jaina!" he replied in a slightly lower shout, to stunned to move, not sure if he could, or was willing to, look away from his best friend's daughter.

"What are you doing here!?" they both screamed at the same time, Jaina a little louder than Lando.



Star Wars: Jaina's Discovery Ch. 02



Authoress's notes: This story takes place within a few months of the end of the Yuuzhan Vong War. It is the fifth Star Wars story I have written. Unlike the last three, this one is not a sequel to any of the others. I hope you read them anyway, and enjoy all of my stories. Please leave me feedback, public or via email. 

"What are you doing here!?" they both screamed at the same time, Jaina a little louder than Lando.

Star Wars: Jaina's Discovery



Lando had smiled in amazement when he caught sight of the gorgeous brunette finger-banging herself on Han's couch. How she got there hadn't really seemed important at the time. Barely a second into absorbing the view of her nearly naked body, though, he realized who the girl in the slave outfit was.

Jaina. 

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Then Jaina grabbed one of the cushions off the couch, to cover herself a little better.

"Han wanted me to stop by and turn on the cooling unit for them," Lando replied, getting a good look at the bits of Jaina he could see. "They're supposed to be back late tonight. What are you doing here?" he asked again.

"I just stopped by for a visit," Jaina answered defensively as she scooted behind the end of the couch while keeping the cushion in front of her. 

Jaina couldn't believe she had been so stupid to try on mom's costume. And I can't believe I was so busy masturbating that I didn't sense Lando either, she thought with exasperation. I can't let mom and dad find out about this, she promised herself. Or Uncle Luke, she mentally added.

Being a lifelong gambler, and a self-confessed ladies' man, Lando had quickly regained his cool. He still saw Jaina as his best friend's daughter, but as his adult daughter. "Nice outfit," he commented with a smile as he stepped further into the apartment. The door slid closed behind him with a hiss.

Jaina flushed with embarrassment. She looked like she couldn't believe this was happening. "How did you get in here?" she asked, ignoring the compliment. 

"Han gave me the code," Lando said innocently. "I own the complex anyway," he added with a shrug.

"Well get out of here. Can't you see I'm not dressed?"

A dozen thoughts flashed through Lando's mind. Tendra, his wife, was the most important of them. Han's daughter, was the second.

"Of course, Jaina. My apologies. I'll be outside when you are... free," he said with a grin as he turned and stepped out of the apartment.

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Jaina's mind was racing as she started unfastening the bra. Lando! How could I have been so stupid as to try on mom's clothes? How can I stop them from finding out? Lando! Why won't this bra come off?

She used the Force to calm herself, and tried the magnetic coupling between her breasts again. It didn't budge. She began to panic again as she tried the belt, then the collar. Not even the small magnets on the boots would budge.

Lando, she reminded herself, as she tried to figure out what to do.

Then Jaina spied her flight suit hanging over the arm of the couch. She walked over and started pulling it on over the slavegirl outfit. The zippered legs were designed to fit over bulky combat boots, and had no trouble fitting over the high-heels. Miraculously, the two lashaa silks hadn't come off. Jaina barely noticed them as they hung down the insides of the pants legs. The stretchy waistband fit over the durasteel belt with little difficulty. 

The long sleeves of the flight suit covered the armbands and bracelets. Jaina tucked the cold chain leash into the suit as she pulled the zipper up. The collar of the flight suit wasn't quite tall enough to cover the gold slave collar, though. 

Jaina desperately wanted to hide the outfit completely, or better yet, get it off all together. But for all she knew, Lando was comming her parents now, telling them what she was wearing... and doing. With a sigh of frustration, she stalked over to the door to let Lando back in.

Lando seemed to be a lot calmer now. "Jaina, I'm really sorry about that. I didn't know that you were going to be here," he said with the friendly grin he always seemed to have.

In spite of the sincerity in his words, Jaina didn't miss the fact the he noticed that she was still wearing the boots, and slave collar. She got right to the point. "Please don't tell mom and dad about this, okay?"

The Jedi felt sympathy from him. She had briefly considered trying to use the Force to influence his mind, but discarded the idea just as fast. She wasn't completely confident that she could do it, and it was dangerously close to the dark side. Besides, it was her mistake anyway.

"Hey, your secret's safe with me," Lando replied happily. Jaina relaxed slightly, before he added "Nice collar," with a sly grin. Jaina's hands flew up to her neck, making the sleeves of her flight suit slide down a little. "And bracelets," he added. Annoyed, Jaina tried to cover the collar with one hand and that wrist with the other. "Boots too," Land said with a grin.

Jaina stepped behind the stimcaf table, trying to hide the high-heeled boots. She didn't quite know what to say. "Thanks," she finally said with embarrassment. 

Lando calmly sat down on the couch, picked up the datapad off the stimcaf table, and started reading.

"What are you doing?" Jaina asked, puzzled.

"Reading about that cute outfit you're wearing under there," Lando replied without looking up. After a few seconds, he added, "Hey, why don't you come over here and sit down," patting the seat next to him.

"No thanks," Jaina replied, still embarrassed, but curious about why Lando wanted to know about the outfit she was wearing.

After scrolling through the datapad a minute, Lando sat it back down, and looked up at Jaina with a smile. "So, whose voice is that slavegirl outfit coded too?" he asked casually.

"What?" Jaina asked in stunned disbelief.

She saw the huge grin blossom on Lando's face, and felt the air of superiority, like a snubfighter pilot just before a kill. "You don't know whose voice unlocks the slave outfit, do you?"

"What?" Jaina repeated, with the beginning of understanding... and horror.

"When you put the outfit on, it locked automatically. It's set up only to open when it hears the voice of the owner," Lando explained with amusement. He had no idea Jaina was into this sort of thing. He wondered, with envy, who she was planning on wearing it for. Must have been a gift, he thought, which would explain why she didn't know about the outfit's voice lock feature. He also wondered if she knew of the inspiration for that particular slavegirl outfit. 

"Do you know who bought it for you?" Lando asked, curious about that himself.

A look of absolute guilt washed over the young woman's face. She tried to say something, but stopped before any words escaped her mouth.

After a few seconds, Lando realized why she looked so guilty. "It isn't yours, is it?" he asked in disbelief. Inside he felt like falling on the floor in laughter. This girl had no idea what she had gotten herself into.

Several more seconds passed. Jaina dropped her head down, and shook it side-to-side slightly. She was so humiliated, and yet strangely aroused, she couldn't even sense that Lando was virtually erupting in laughter at her predicament.

"Well, whose is it?" Lando asked her with fascination.

Now Jaina wished she could crawl into a hole somewhere. "Mo—om's," she stammered after hesitating a few moments.

It took Lando a few seconds to process what she had said.

"Leia?" he asked incredulously. 

The barest nod of Jaina's head was all the reply she gave.

Lando was completely blown away. LEIA? He had never forgotten the slavegirl outfit that Jabba had forced her to wear. But she hadn't complained—it was to free Han. 

Then raw jealously hit Lando. Han! That lucky son of a bantha! Not only did he have the fastest ship in the galaxy, he had the best—well, second best, as he thought of his Tendra—woman in the galaxy... DRESSED AS A SLAVEGIRL! 

"That outfit belongs to Leia?" Lando asked in amazement.

"Ye—ah," Jaina stammered. For a couple of seconds, she just stared at him, humiliated. "My-parents-can't-find-out-about-this-how-am-I-gonna-get-this-off-me-with-out-them-knowing?" she blurted out in a rush. 

"Hey, relax, okay," Lando suggested soothingly.

Jaina's eyes popped out. "Relax! You relax!"

Lando sighed before replying. "Look, Han and Leia won't be back until late tonight. We've got time to deal with this. Just calm down though, okay?"

That seemed to get the still obviously distressed girl to relax a little. "You've got to help me!" she demanded.

Help a gorgeous woman trapped in a Hutt slavegirl outfit? That was as dream come true for at least ninety-five percent of all males in the galaxy. For the first time in a long time, Lando almost wished he wasn't married. And if it wasn't Han's daughter... 

"I'm sure we can take care of it," Lando replied. 

"But my parents CAN'T find out," Jaina repeated yet again, as she walked around the stimcaf table and plopped down on the couch next to him.

"They won't, trust me," Lando repeated. He wasn't quite sure how, but he'd figure something out. "Look, we'll just slice that one off," he said.

Jaina interrupted him. "Physically, or with a computer?" she asked, referring to the dual meaning of the word.

"Either," Lando answered with a satisfied grin. "Then we'll buy another one and put in the box. They'll never know."

"Except when mom's voice won't open the new outfit," Jaina replied after a second's thought.

Lando frowned. He hadn't thought of that. "Oh. Kriff." Then he had a thought further along those lines. "Although it's probably your dad's voice," he informed the distraught girl.

"What? Why would mom let dad...?" she trailed off as she realized the answer.

"EEWWWW!" she said in disgust.

Lando just nodded sympathetically in reply. 

After calming down once again, Jaina reached up and vainly tugged on the collar. "Come on. Help me!" she pleaded.

Lando thought a few more seconds. Then he said, "Tell you what, let me see the whole thing again." 

"What?" Jaina said as she stared at him a few moments. "No way," she added defensively.

"Not like that," Lando replied, quickly placating her. "So I can see what I'm up against." That last part was about eighty percent true. He did think it would help to get a closer look at the outfit. The other twenty percent of his mind just wanted to see more of her in the outfit. 

Jaina propped her elbows on her knees, and set her forehead in her hands. "Fine," she finally said in resignation.

Lando resisted the temptation to ask her to stand in the middle of the room—or dance on the stimcaf table—as she stripped down. Instead he silently watched while she unzipped the flight suit to her waist, and pulled her arms out of it. 

"Let me get that for you," he said as he reached over and unsnapped the leash from the collar. 

"Thanks," she replied softly as she continued undressing.

Having been around Jedi for a long time, Lando tried not to even think of how amazing she looked in the gold bra. Or how much money she could make wearing the outfit. The collar, armbands and bracelets looked fantastic on her as well. 

Jaina had to stand up to finished taking the flight suit off. Lando noticed how careful she was about the lashaa silks coming off. Her legs were great looking and well toned, and that was before the enhancements of the high heeled boots. Once the flight suit was completely off, Jaina tossed it aside.

"Happy now?" Jaina said wearily as she stood in front of the couch, not even a meter away. She kept one hand over the lashaa silk hanging between her legs.

Leaning forward on the couch, Lando took a few moments to, mostly professionally, appraise the golden slavegirl outfit. From the datapad, he knew that it wouldn't be possible to open the magnetic locks by force without destroying the boots, and causing serious damage to the pieces of durasteel. But maybe we could open them by the Force, Lando wondered. 

"Don't you think I tried that?" Jaina answered in annoyance, after he suggested it.

Lando thought a moment. "Okay, let me see the back," he suggested.

Jaina sighed, and turned away from him. "You better not be checking out my ass," she told him suspiciously.

There was no possible way to avoid checking out her ass. The strip of lashaa silk seemed to highlight the crack of her ass more than hide it. "Trust me," he replied smoothly.

Jaina let out a grunt of disbelief, but left it at that.

Just to be sure, Lando reached down and tried unsuccessfully to unzip the boots, causing Jaina to flinch away with a yelp.

Lando quickly apologized, and asked permission to try the belt. 

Even though he was bare centimeters from her ass, Lando concentrated on the durasteel belt. After half-a-minute or so, and only a few peeks, he gave up on that.

"Maybe the collar?" he suggested.

Lando was quite aware of the symbolism of Jaina kneeling in front of him as he sat comfortably on the couch, even if she was turned away so he could examine the back of her collar. That took less time than the boots or belt did.

"Alright," he said after giving up on the collar.

Jaina started to climb back to her feet, a new experience while wearing such high heels. During the maneuver, her boot heel caught the end of the lashaa silk.

Since Lando was still emphatically a man, he was of course watching Jaina's toned body flex as she stood. He didn't think she even noticed the silk come off, but even a novice Jedi wouldn't have missed his reaction. 

"HEY!" Jaina said indignantly as she twisted around and covered her now completely bare butt with both hands. 

"Sorry, sorry," Lando quickly apologized as he raised both hands in a gesture of surrender.

Jaina squatted down to pick up the lashaa silk, keeping both eyes firmly on Lando, who wisely looked off to the side. It took her a few tries to line up the magnetic strip sewn into the silk with the magnet on the back of the belt. She kept her eyes glued to him the whole time, which was part of the difficulty.

Once the translucent silk was back in place, Jaina sat back down on the couch. She glanced across the room at the spot Lando had been staring at while she replaced the silk, and locked eyes with him in the mirror. 

"LANDO!" she said in shocked indignation as she realized that he had been ogling her in the mirror the whole time. A backhanded slap to his chest punctuated the word.

"Fra—OW!" Lando had started to mutter the first word in annoyance—and embarrassment at being caught, then shouted the second one as he rubbed he chest painfully. Damn those Jedi hit hard, he reminded himself. "Look Jaina, I couldn't help it. I'm really sorry," he apologized to her.

"Men," she replied, packing all the contempt she could muster into the word as she crossed her legs and held her flight suit over her to cover herself.

Knowing that was the best he was going to get, Lando tried to change the subject. "Let's comm the store," he suggested, having wisely given up on examining the lock on the front of the bra.

That brightened Jaina up. "Yeah! They probably have some sort of master release code or something!" she said enthusiastically. 

The All Species Pleasure Boutique's comm code was prominently listed right on the datapad. While Lando contacted them, Jaina pulled the flight suit back on over the slave outfit. 

This time though, to Lando's delight, she left it unzipped past the durasteel bra. Jaina also opened the zippers running from the ankles to the knees of the legs, which flashed her boots every time she moved her legs. There was a zipper circling each sleeve at the bicep as well, which she unzipped, removing the long sleeves all together. This displayed the wide gold durasteel bracelets and armbands, the latter of which were a few centimeters below the now short-sleeves of the flight suit. 

The comm call went through, and a friendly sounding female, named Rebekka answered. Lando explained to her that a friend of his had tried on an outfit from the boutique, and since the outfit was voice coded, she couldn't get it off.

"Well sir, just get whoever's voice it's coded to to let them out," Rebekka answered, as if that were the most obvious thing in the galaxy.

Lando paused a moment. "Well, the thing is, we can't contact them at the moment," he replied.

"Well, if you can tell us who it belongs too, we may be able to contact them for you, sir," she responded helpfully.

Even though he was pretty sure of her opinion, Lando shot a token glance at Jaina, who was shaking her head vehemently, causing the leash ring on the collar to jingle against the D-ring as well. "We'd rather not go that route," he replied into his comlink.

"Well then Sir, if you can come to our store, we can unlock practically all of our bondage gear," Rebekka replied cheerfully. "For a nominal fee, of course," she added after a moment.

Lando looked back at Jaina, who was shaking her head again. "Just a moment," he said into the comlink, then muted it.

"Have you got a better idea?" he asked pointedly. 

Jaina bit her lower lip in concentration. "No," she replied in resignation.

"You're gonna owe me, big time," Lando told her, having caught the mention of a 'nominal fee.' Jaina nodded her consent and Lando hit the comlink's mute button again. "Still there Rebekka?" he asked.

"Of course, Sir," came the cheerful reply.

"We'll come down," he told her.

"Great! I'll let our programmer know, so he'll be expecting you," Rebekka replied.

"Alright," Lando glanced at the address on the holodisplay, and mentally calculated travel time to the All Species Pleasure Boutique. "It'll take us a few hours to get there," he informed her.

"That's no problem Sir. We'll have someone ready for you."

Lando thanked her and ended the comm call.

Jaina was nervously running her finger around the edge of one of the bracelets. 

"Well, the sooner we get going, the sooner we can get you out of there," he told her impatiently. 

"Fine," Jaina said with a sigh, then started putting the sleeves back onto her flight suit.

Lando frowned. If he said anything, it would just make the whole thing more complicated. After she got the second sleeve on, he gave in.

"Um, Jaina," he said to get her attention.

"What?" she answered as she zipped her pants legs closed.

"About the flight suit." He hoped that would make her realize her mistake. The puzzled look she returned told him that it didn't. 

"You are going to go to a fetish store wearing your Galactic Alliance flight suit?" he asked her.

"Oh," Jaina said after a moment. An obvious Defense Force pilot, especially a female pilot, in a bright orange flight suit would attract a lot of attention in a place like All Species Pleasure Boutique. While it wasn't technically against regulations, it was definitely frowned upon. And once people started looking her way, they were bound to spot the very un-uniform high-heeled boots and collar. "OH... Frakk," she added a moment later.

"Do you have anything else to wear?" Lando asked.

"Sure, back at the bas..." she trailed off. She would be better off going to the fetish store than the base.

"Maybe your mom has something... else... to wear?" he suggested with a sly grin.

Jaina frowned at the lame joke. "Probably," she replied as she got up and headed off towards her parent's room.

Several minutes later, she came out of her parents' room and stalked into the second bedroom. Less than a minute later, she came back into the main room. 

"There's nothing," she announced in despair.

Even Lando was surprised that Princess Massive Wardrobe didn't have any clothes in the apartment. 




Star Wars: Jaina's Discovery Ch. 02



He thought for a few moments, while Jaina paced back and forth across the room. The boots made her ass sway nicely.

"Can someone bring you a change of clothes from the base?" he finally asked.

Jaina stopped pacing for a moment. Since the end of the war the entire fleet had been downsized, shuffled, re-deployed, and shuffled again. "Only as an absolute last resort," she told him.

He had had another idea while she was answering. "Okay then, I know someone who can bring you something to wear. Something that will fit in at the store."

Jaina sensed that he wasn't quite telling her everything. "Who?" she demanded.

Lando leaned forwards, "A friend that's about your size, and owes me a favor," he answered. When he saw that she wasn't convinced, he continued. "She won't even know that it's for you. I'll just tell her to bring something over. No, I'll have her meet me, then I'll bring it back here," he quickly corrected himself. 

That last part was a definite must. He wasn't sure how close Alema Rar could get to Jaina without them sensing each other through the Force, and didn't want to find out the hard way. 

He didn't even want Jaina to know that Alema Rar was involved, even though he thought Jaina was blowing this whole thing way out of proportion. A lot of people did odd things in the privacy of their own home. A little fetish roleplay barely even rated, although the combination of Leia re-creating the slave outfit she was forced to wear by a Hutt and her daughter getting trapped in the outfit wasn't something you heard of every day. At least Jaina wasn't having a threesome with a Wookiee and a Barabel, he thought with a laugh. 

Then Lando remembered that Jaina was close friends with Lowbacca, a Wookiee, and Tesar Sebatyne, a Barabel. He just shook his head, trying to forget the whole thing.

Jaina reluctantly agreed to the plan, and Lando quickly left the apartment before she could change her mind. He hailed an air taxi and headed towards Alema Rar's apartment. Once airborne, he called ahead to her, told her that he was on the way, and needed a loose-fitting dress from her, or something similar. Then he remembered what Alema Rar usually wore, and told her that it needed to be modest as well. 

Alema Rar insisted that she didn't own any modest clothes, but Lando convinced her to do her best. Then he told her that he'd be there in about fifteen minutes, and to meet him outside with whatever she had.

Then Lando commed the Falcon, and after a brief friendly conversation, casually asked how long before they arrived.

"We'll be taking off in about an hour and a half," Han replied cheerfully. "Should be dirtside in about seven and a half, and home thirty minutes after that."

That soon, Lando thought with a grimace. He racked his brain for a way to delay them, but came up empty. "Alright, see you then," he said as he quickened his pace.





Star Wars: Jaina's Discovery Ch. 03



Authoress's notes: This story takes place within a few months of the end of the Yuuzhan Vong War. It is the fifth Star Wars story I have written. Unlike the last three, this one is not a sequel to any of the others. I hope you read them anyway, and enjoy all of my stories. Please leave me feedback, public or via email.

Star Wars: Jaina's Discovery

Chapter 3 of 5

Un-kriffing-believable, Alema Rar thought as she turned off the comlink with the Force. Next she used the Force to unlock the binders clamped on her wrists. Then she carefully brought one hand around in front of her—they'd been cuffed behind her back since sometime the night before—and gently moved one of her bedmate's arms off her.

To her relief, Nat'tf'enn didn't awaken. He just let out a half-whistling snore, then returned to his normal rasping. Even for someone long used to sleeping under almost any conditions, Nat'tf'enn snoring in her ear all night made it hard to rest. Climbing out of bed was tricky, as she didn't want to wake her other bedmate either.

Once she made it to the floor, Alema Rar headed towards the 'fresher. The fifteen-centimeter heels she had worn to bed tapped with every step. Still, she made it a little quicker than her normal 'just out of bed' 'fresher trips, as her bedmates hadn't replaced the chain connecting the nerfhide cuffs wrapped around her ankles after the threesome.

After the 'fresher Alema Rar walked into her closest, surveying her wardrobe. Luckily Lando had commed her while she was at her apartment, and not someplace else. After a couple of minutes, Alema Rar found the closest thing to loose that she had. 

Quite a few of her outfits covered more skin, but they were all very tight on her, so probably wouldn't even fit whoever Lando needed it for. The dress she had selected was dark purple, with a low-cut top and short sleeves. The bottom came down to almost to mid thigh on her. The dress was a little tight around the middle, but that couldn't be helped. Alema Rar had received it as a gift, but had never worn it. 

While dancing at Lando's club, she had attracted the attention of a young Hutt named Gosska, who had given her the dress. The problem was, the clever Hutt had had the words "Property of Gosska the Hutt" prominently printed on the front, and across the ass of the dress, in ultraviolet lettering. 

Apparently the Hutt had added the little feature to all the gifts he had given the dancers at the club. Luckily for Alema Rar, she had invited a Defel to her place for some fun that night, and his species could see into the UV range.

Alema Rar was happy to be rid of the thing. And since she was doing Lando and whoever a favor, it served them right to walked around labeled as property of a Hutt. Better not wander into his territory, though, she thought with an evil smirk.

Then Alema Rar frowned. Even though Gosska had a few shady operations going, he operated mostly above the law. When Coruscant re-opened the maglevs, the Hutt had gotten the contract for the Maglev Security Force. That made him the head of a private police force numbering into the hundreds of thousands, and every maglev station and train his territory.

The Twi'lek pulled on a pair of silver skin-tight hotpants, buckled a studded nerfhide belt through the loops, then squeezed into a purple tube top with wide black stripes down each side. Since her high-heeled sandals were black, Alema Rar didn't have to change them. And since she wasn't changing them, she didn't bother to take off the black nerfhide ankle cuffs either.

Her wrists, however, were bare, which would not do, even for a brief trip out. Alema Rar selected a stack of silver bangle bracelets from a peg on the wall, and slid them onto one arm. A matching set went onto her other wrist. The black nerfhide collar locked around her neck stayed as well.

Alema Rar checked to make sure her bedmates were still asleep, grabbed the 'loose' dress, and walked out of her apartment to meet Lando.

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Twelve minutes and twenty-eight seconds after the comm call, Lando's air taxi arrived outside Alema Rar's apartment. As soon as the taxi came to a halt, Lando climbed out.

"You call this modest?" Lando asked her incredulously, as he held up the tiny dress.

Alema Rar rolled her eyes. "No. I don't. I told you that I don't have modest clothes. You wanted loose, and that's the closest I have. If you don't like it, go shopping," she replied in annoyance. Inside she laughed at the thought of his girlfriend, or whoever it was, wearing the dress with the UV printing on it. 

Lando looked at the dress again, imagining Jaina wearing it, with the slave outfit underneath. The dress would barely conceal the durasteel bra. It was way shorter than anything he had ever seen her in, not counting the slave outfit. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers, he decided after a moment's consideration. I'm not the one that got locked into the slave outfit anyway, he mentally added.

"Look Lando, I hope you and your… friend, have a great time, but I got some stuff to do, okay?" Alema Rar said, as he was examining the dress.

Lando stared at it a few seconds more, in deep thought. "Well, I'm sure it'll be—interesting," he finally said, with an ironic smile.

"Great," Alema Rar replied. For some reason she had the urge to warn Lando about the UV printing, but dismissed it. "Bye bye," she added, as she turned and strutted away.

Lando looked at the dress again, then shrugged. Jaina would pitch a fit. It was perfect. He checked his chrono, then he climbed back into the air taxi, and headed back towards Han's apartment, smiling.

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"What slut did you get this from?" Jaina asked Lando when he gave her the dress.

Lando was well prepared for her objections. "One that could get it to me in a hurry," he replied. 

Then he pointedly looked at his chrono. "I already spent half an hour getting you the dress. It's gonna take us about three hours to get there by maglev train, plus how ever long it takes us in the store, and at least three more to get back. I talked with Han, and they'll be in hyperspace in a little over an hour. They'll be here in less than eight hours." He looked at her with satisfaction. "We can leave as soon as you're ready."

Jaina looked at the tiny black dress, then stalked off into the bedroom in a huff. Less than a minute later, she came out, wearing it.

Just as Lando had predicted, the dress would fit right in at the All Species Pleasure Boutique. Or my club, he thought, intrigued.

Jaina wasn't quite as slim as Alema Rar, so the whole dress was kind of tight on her. The top of the dress mostly hid the gold durasteel of the bra, as long as she didn't try and reach for anything, or move around too much. The collar, armbands and bracelets would all be clearly visible, as well as the high-heeled boots. The lashaa silks hanging down from the dress would only attract more attention, so Jaina had removed them, and was carrying them in her hand.

"I can't go out in this," she exclaimed to him.

Lando, who was relaxing on the couch, took a deep breath. "No problem. We'll just wait for your dad, and you can ask him to say the password to release you from your mother's slavegirl outfit," he calmly replied.

"Frakk," Jaina muttered. "I look like a kriffing whore!" she stated, much louder.

Lando didn't quite agree with her assessment. With the slave collar and arm jewelry, she looked more like—well, a Hutt's slave, than a whore. However, with a lifetime's experience with women, that thought never crossed his lips.

"Look Jaina, I understand. But I don't see what choice we have. Your flight suit will certainly get you noticed, and probably recognized. The dress is all I could come up with."

"Alright then, let's go," Jaina said in resignation.

Jaina picked up her lightsaber, as Lando picked up the datapad and leash.

"Why are you bringing that?" Jaina asked him suspiciously.

He knew she wasn't referring to the datapad. "When you are going into an unknown situation, you take all the tools you can. We probably won't need the leash, but if we get there and do, we'll regret not having it," he informed her.

"Oh, okay then," she replied, accepting his plausible explanation.

"Now, exactly where are you going to carry that lightsaber on the maglev train?" he asked with the air of someone who already knew the answer.

Jaina looked down at what she was wearing. The tight black dress barely covered the durasteel bra, and she wasn't even sure if she could sit down while wearing it, especially since she didn't have any panties. The maroon and gold boots were also too tight to conceal it, and they were locked on anyway. "Maybe you could…?" she asked.

Lando raised an eyebrow as he glanced down at his finely tailored clothes. If he thought there would be any real danger, he wouldn't care about one stitch. "It'd stretch my pants," he replied in mock seriousness. Then he added, "Besides, billions of people take the maglev everyday without a lightsaber." He paused before adding, "And they don't have a handsome escort such as myself," with a theatrical grin.

In spite of Lando's ringing endorsement of himself, Jaina hesitated before setting her lightsaber back down. Then she suggested they should take an air taxi instead of the maglev, because it would be more private.

"That'll nearly double our travel time," he said, glancing back at his chrono. "Which is tight enough as it is," he finished.

Jaina took a moment to adjust her outfit as best she could in the mirror, then the two walked out of the apartment, and towards the nearest maglev station. 

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Jaina had never been more embarrassed in her life. On the ten-minute walk to maglev station, she had been subjected to a near-constant stream of whistles, growls, hisses, and whatever else the males of several dozen different species used to express appreciation for scantily clad human females. Quite a few of them had propositioned her outright, and a few had even directed the question to Lando, assuming him to be her pimp.

The pair boarded the maglev car, and Jaina found an empty two-person seat in the corner. She sat down and slid to the window, and Lando sat on the aisle, blocking the view of her from most of the other passengers. 

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Lando hadn't had this much fun outside of a casino or bedroom in a long time. Sure, Jaina was wearing a lot less than she normally did, but not anywhere as near as little as what Alema Rar did regularly—or a lot of other women he knew, for that matter. Before they boarded the maglev, he had insisted on holding onto the strips of lashaa silk, so she wouldn't get the bright idea to wrap them around her neck, and hide the beautiful golden slave collar.

Even pretty much hidden from view, she was trying desperately to hold the hem of her dress down, and cover her tits. He could tell she was still very frightened with embarrassment. The collar was easily visible, but still, not that many people were paying much attention to her.

Then Lando noticed a very old Bothan couple working their way through the crowded car, looking for a place to to sit down. With an evil grin, Lando caught the man's eye, and indicated that they could have his seat. 

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The scantily-clad Jedi was lost in thought when Lando suddenly stood up. Almost in a panic, she looked up at him, wondering what was he was doing. They still had over two hours until their stop.

"Jaina, I think we should give our seats to this nice couple," Lando politely informed her, as he held out his hand to help her out of the seat. 

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head at the insane suggestion. There was no way she was going to stand up on a crowded maglev dressed like she was. Then the ancient Bothan couple shuffled up to the seat, smiling in appreciation. Jaina shot Lando a look of betrayal, then took his hand, and slowly slid out of the seat.

As she carefully stood, Lando stepped back out of the way. Before Jaina could react, he pulled her by the hand to the middle of the aisle, and held her tightly in front of him, still holding one arm. There were dozens of eyes staring hungrily at her.

Jaina had never felt so frightened in her life. Somehow the dress was still covering the durasteel bra. During the maneuver, she had kept her free hand firmly on the hem, to keep it down as far as possible. She felt like a bantha in a landspeeder's lumalights.

Lando had twisted her right arm behind her, and was gently holding it in place. Jaina quickly ran through a few Jedi calming exercises, then ran through them again. She still felt like kicking Lando through the transparisteel window behind them.

Instead of attracting even more attention to herself, Jaina turned around to face Lando, who released her arm as she faced him.

Now Jaina could feel everyone's eyes on her ass—and legs. She ignored them.

"What the Frakk do you think you're doing?" she demanded.

Lando looked back at her with pure innocence. "Helping a lady out of her seat," he replied in mock puzzlement.

Ugghh, MEN! Jaina thought with contempt—and that included the one in front of her as well as the ones behind her. "No you're not. You're humiliating me, and you know it," she accused him. Only the desire not to attract even more attention to herself kept her voice down.

Now Lando looked pained. "I am?" he asked with a look of deep concern. "Please, accept my apologies. It wasn't my intention to embarrass you at all. I only wanted to do the gentlemanly thing and give my seat to a pair of elderly sentients. In no way did I mean you any disrespect, or mean to cause you any embarrassment," he said so earnestly that Jaina almost believed him.

Suddenly Jaina was overcome with the absurdness of her situation. She had spent the last four years on the edge of death. Chewie, Anakin, and countless fellow Jedi, friends, and squadron mates had been killed all around her. She had survived by slaughtering tens of thousands of Yuuzhan Vong and Peace Brigaders. She nearly fell to the dark side, and now she was worried about some guys checking her out?

"Liar," she responded with a fraction of the anger she felt a moment before. "Do you know that I'm not wearing panties?" she added before he could respond.

Now Jaina had the pleasure of watching Lando blush. He swallowed and his eyes popped out.

"Um…" Lando said, nearly speechless. He recovered quickly. "Prove it," he challenged her. 

Jaina looked back at him a moment incredulously. "Kriffing pervert," she said and turned back away from him, facing her fan club.

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Even though Jaina was a Jedi, she wasn't used to standing in such high heels for so long. She thought about leaning back against Lando, but didn't want to encourage him any more than she had too. What she really wanted to do was sit down. There were plenty of empty seats, but all of them had someone else occupying the aisle seat, which meant that Jaina would have to step over them.

After nearly half-an-hour, Jaina spotted a seat with both spots empty. She tugged on Lando's arm and headed that way.

With the maglev moving at nearly five hundred kilometers an hour, and the stiletto heels, Jaina couldn't exactly run to the seat. By the time she got there, Lando slipped around her and into the window seat.

Jaina groaned in frustration and stamped her foot. When her durasteel heel and sole of her boot hit the durasteel floor of the maglev, half the car looked towards her. That left Jaina faced with the prospect of standing there and arguing over the window seat while everyone watched, or sitting down and getting at least partially out of sight. She slid into the seat, while doing her best to keep the hem of her dress down.

"Ah, Jaina, so nice of you to join me," Lando said with a smile.

"Bantha breath," Jaina replied without missing a beat.

Lando just laughed.

Jaina quickly figured out that if she didn't want to risk flashing the crowd, she had to keep her knees tucked inside the back of the seat in front of her. Almost unconsciously, she started sliding towards Lando, one centimeter at a time.

About five minutes later, she had Lando pressed against the window. He bumped back.

Jaina's slick dress slid across the smooth seat with amazing ease. Only her Jedi reflexes—and Lando grabbing her arm—kept her from landing on the floor. As it was, she ended up on the edge with her legs splayed wide apart, which definitely proved that she wasn't wearing panties.

Luckily, the seat in front of her blocked the view of her naked pussy from most of the other passengers. She could still sense, see, and hear the reactions of at least a dozen sentients though.

Humiliated to a new level, Jaina quickly tugged the short dress back into place, and slid back into the seat. She was careful to give Lando a little room, and was even too mortified to even admonish him for the stunt.

The two sat in silence for the next ten minutes or so. Jaina calmed down considerably, and regained her composure. When Lando checked his chrono, Jaina realized that she had not only left hers back at her apartment, she had also left her comlink, ID chit, and credit chit. Stupid, Jaina thought about herself for about the thousandth time since trying on the slavegirl outfit.

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After checking the time, Lando returned to playing with the chain leash that he had brought along. He really didn't think it would be of any use to them—he just wanted to have some fun with it.

Lando wondered about the best way to convince Jaina to let him put the leash back on the collar, and lead her by it. Since she had just almost slid onto the floor, he decided to give her a line about wanting to keep her close to him, to protect her and all.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Jaina as he opened and closed the clip on the end of the leash. She didn't seem to be paying him any attention at all. 

"Jaina," he began smoothly.

"Try it and I swear I'll choke you to death with it right here," Jaina replied, quickly and succinctly.

Wisely, Lando didn't respond. He did, however, remember what her mother had done to Jabba with her leash, and smiled at the irony.

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Jaina eventually had some success in making herself less noticeable with the Force. By the time the two of them reached their stop, hardly anyone on the car was paying attention to her.

Maneuvering to the door through the crowded car in stiletto heels required her to divide her Force use, though. By the time they made it out of the car, Jaina was glad that she hadn't brought her lightsaber, as several men would have lost limbs between her seat and the platform. She had to make do with giving the owners of the roaming hands hard slaps, or in one case, a stiletto heel in the foot.

This maglev station wasn't quite as crowded as the one they had boarded on. It made up for that by having a noticeably seedier group of sentients. Now Jaina wished she had her lightsaber, and a couple dozen YVH droids besides. 





Star Wars: Jaina's Discovery Ch. 04



Authoress's notes: This story takes place within a few months of the end of the Yuuzhan Vong War. It is the fifth Star Wars story I have written. Unlike the last three, this one is not a sequel to any of the others. I hope you read them anyway, and enjoy all of my stories. Please leave me feedback, public or via email.



The All Species Pleasure Boutique was only a few blocks away from the station, and a few levels up. Only a few steps inside the store, and Jaina already felt more comfortable dressed like a Twi'lek slut here than anywhere else. Then she wondered why she had thought of Alema Rar. 

A red-skinned Zeltron was eager to help them. At least Jaina thought he was a Zeltron—she had never met one. For some reason though, Jaina felt much better near him. Lando, who introduced himself as Mister Smyth, explained to him that he'd spoken with a Rebekka, who had told him that a programmer would be expecting them. 

Meanwhile, Jaina felt her pussy moistening again. Conscious of her lack of underwear, she squeezed her legs together to keep from dripping onto the floor. 

"Before I summon our programmer, Mister Smyth, your slave seems to be missing something," the Zeltron said to Lando. 

With that, he reached over and took the chain leash from Lando, who didn't seem to being holding onto it too hard. Then, while Jaina was busy fighting the temptation to find a 'fresher for some relief, the Zeltron calmly reached up to her slave collar and clipped the leash to the ring hanging from the front. 

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Jaina wanted to take the leash off. The near-constant state of arousal she'd been in for the past several hours was much more powerful though. Almost in a haze, she heard the two men talk about her.

"You have a very beautiful slave, Mister Smyth," the Zeltron commented as he passed the leash back to Lando.

Jaina didn't even notice the slave part. All she noticed was the Zeltron calling her beautiful. Now she fantasized about the Zeltron taking her someplace private.

"Thank you," Lando replied, not even bothering to contradict him. "I just got her today," he added with a grin as he eyed the obviously aroused Jaina.

"Oh, you're very welcome," the Zeltron paused a moment, looking Jaina over. "If you'll forgive my presumption, she seems a bit fidgety. May I offer you the use of some binders?" he asked Lando, as if he were offering to let him borrow a hydrospanner.

Feeling like a youngling caught with her hand in the cookie jar, Jaina jerked her hands away from her crotch, where they had been slowly slipping under the hem of her dress.

Jaina looked from the Zeltron to Lando helplessly. She couldn't get her head together enough to even offer a token protest.

"Nah," Lando said after considering it a moment. 

Jaina felt relief that Lando knew she really didn't want to be cuffed in public like some bondage slut. 

"The binders might scratch her bracelets," Lando continued. "Thanks anyway though."

Scratch the bracelets? Jaina thought with astonishment. What about me? 

"Don't mention it, Sir. Now, if you are ready, I'll take you to our programmer," the Zeltron offered.

"Please do," Lando answered, without even a glance at Jaina.

The Zeltron led Lando, who via the leash, led Jaina, down a flight of stairs and to the boutique's programmer. A dark-skinned human male about thirty years old was working amongst a few computer terminals and dozens of restraints and other bondage gear. Jaina saw a humanoid-sized cage against one wall.

Lando quickly explained the problem to the bored slicer. Jaina wondered if how many other girls were stupid enough to get trapped in humiliating slavegirl outfits like she had.

The slicer, who had introduced himself as Luke, calmly listened as Lando explained the problem, without mentioning names of course.

"The current password will run you five hundred credits, plus tip. That won't stop whoever has the control unit from changing it, or get whoever's voice it's coded to to say it," he told them. "For fifteen hundred, I can program you a datapad that will update the password every time they change it, with only a few seconds delay. That however, will take me about eight or nine hours, and still won't get them to say it," he said calmly.

None of those options were what they were looking for. "Can you get the outfit off her like now?" Lando asked him.

"Well, if that is a standard model, then yes. That will be a thousand credits," he replied in the same bored voice.

Lando frowned, then asked, "Well, the datapad says that this is an advanced model, what about that?"

Now Luke let out a long whistle. "Wow. To actually unlock an advanced model Hutt slavegirl outfit will run you twenty-two hundred, and take about thirty or forty-five minutes."

Lando cringed, but a glance at his chrono made up his mind for him. Have to find some way to delay Han, he decided. It wasn't that he didn't have that kind of money, he just hated spending it with no return. Lando looked at Jaina, wondering if he could talk to her about paying him back, but she was overcome with the Zeltron's pheromones.

The Zeltron took advantage of the break in the conversation. "If you'll excuse me, Mister Smyth, I need to get back to the floor," he said politely.

"By all means," Lando responded, watching him suspiciously as he left the room.

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As soon as the Zeltron was gone, the intense fog of arousal that Jaina had been experiencing disappeared. She took a deep breath, and looked towards the now-out-of-sight Zeltron, thinking of chasing him down. She missed the fact that both Lando and the slicer had stopped talking.

"Calm down, okay," Lando said soothingly. "He didn't mean you any harm, and you're perfectly okay now. It's just their way," he added.

Now Jaina was completely confused. While she was near the Zeltron she had felt incredibly horny. When he got about four or five meters away, all of the sudden she felt normal again. Well, as normal as she was before meeting him, which was only kind of horny, and very humiliated.

"What are you talking about?" Jaina asked as she turned back towards Lando. She didn't even notice the leash that was still attached to her collar, and that Lando was still holding the opposite end.

"You know about what Falleen can do right? The pheromones and stuff?"

"Yeah," Jaina answered hesitatingly. Then it dawned on her. "You mean Zeltrons can do that too? He is a Zeltron, right?"

"Yes he is," Lando answered the second question first. "And their abilities go a bit farther than the Falleen's, and work a little differently, but if you are aware of them, then they can't influence you... much," he explained.

Now the slicer laughed. "Yeah, Baahn does that sometimes," he confirmed. "He's harmless though. Just tries to increase sales. I'd tell him to back off, but his family owns the place."

Lando glanced at his chrono, then deliberately cleared his throat. "Well, don't worry about it today, Luke. We are kind of in a hurry, so we'll take the total unlock package, as quick as you can," he told the programmer as he passed him a credit chit.

"Alright. Come around here and let me get a closer look, baby. I'll see what I can do with that Jabba the Hutt slavegirl outfit," he said to Jaina as he slid the chit across a credit scanner.

Since he was helping her, Jaina just bit her lip when he called her 'baby.' She did take her frustration out by unclipping the leash from her collar and throwing it at Lando's chest.

"Serves you right," she added as he winced from the blow.

Once she got around the counter, Luke ran a small hand-held scanner over her, and then professionally informed her that he needed to examine the entire outfit. While Jaina had half-expected this, she wasn't eager to do it.

"It's just business, honey," Luke said. "I promise, I've seen lots of women, and men, and some other things, in all kinds of restraints and costumes. A human woman trapped in a Hutt slavegirl outfit is just another day at the office," he explained rationally.

Through the Force Jaina could sense his sincerity. Still, somewhere in her mind, she wanted him to want to see her naked. "Have you got some place I can change?" she asked.

Luke looked at her like she was being ridiculous. "Change into what?"

"Oh. Frakk," Jaina said in annoyance as she started peeling off the dress. 

Jaina did remember to get the two strips of lashaa silk from Lando and attach them to the belt before she took the dress completely off. Luke did seem a little more sexually interested than he had let on at first, although not enough for Jaina to comment on it.

Luke kept going back and forth between the computers, and running scanners over the slavegirl outfit. Jaina paced back and forth, picking up and looking at the various pieces of bondage gear. That is, until Luke threatened to lock her in the cage if she touched anything else. 

"As matter of fact, why don't you just come over here and kneel down next to me?" Luke asked, gesturing to the floor next to him. 

"No way!" Jaina replied indignantly, hands on hips.

Luke smiled. "I need to scan your collar a lot, and if you kneel down next to me, I won't have to keep getting up to do it," he explained.

Jaina could sense that he was being honest. Mostly, anyway. 

"I can get you out of it faster," Luke added, again truthfully.

"Alright," Jaina replied after a moment of hesitation. Then she walked over, and knelt down alongside him, the back of her collar less than arm's length from him.

A few minutes later, Luke jokingly suggested, "I've got some binders I can put on you if you want." 

Jaina almost answered yes to the question without thinking. For some reason she liked the thought of binders tight around her wrists. Sure, she was wearing the bracelets and armbands, but for some reason it wasn't the same. "No thanks," she replied, displaying one of the gold bracelets. "They might scratch my bracelets," she added, remembering Lando's line from earlier.

"Well, if you change your mind, let me know," Luke answered as he turned back to the computer.

"Okay," Jaina agreed cheerfully.

Lando kept busy on his datapad, and checking his chrono, seemingly oblivious to the conversation.

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Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the Maglev Security Force...

"Chief Gosska, our surveillance holocams have captured some images we think you should see," a human Maglev Security Force Colonel said, as he displayed a holograph of Jaina Solo entering a maglev car. "The girl is wearing one of the dresses you give out, along with a slave collar and other associated jewelry," he added with a smile.

The Hutt stared at the holograph, and let out a noxious belch.

The Colonel hit a button on a remote, and the holograph on the large wall-mounted flatscreen changed to an ultraviolet image.

Gosska stared at the holograph a minute. The black dress was one that he gave out to scrumptious females. Most of them had no idea what was printed on it, however, which was the best part. He didn't even recognize this girl, although he wouldn't mind having her chained to his repulsorsled for a while. "So?" he demanded.

"She was with Lando Calrissian," the Colonel said in triumph, as he brought the corresponding holograph up on the flatscreen.

Calrissian! What kind of scheme is he up to? Gosska wondered. Then he thought for a moment, and let out a booming laugh. Probably just taking a new dancer to that All Species Whatever place to buy her some things, he decided. The thought of a new dancer at his favorite club excited him.

Gosska barked out instructions that he would be visiting Calrissian's club tonight. His lackeys—that's how he thought of them even though they were fully authorized security officers—erupted in cheers. They enjoyed Calrissian's club almost as much as he did, although not all of them would be accompanying him.

The Colonel who had told him about Calrissian and the dancer—Cremk was his name—got his attention. "We can stop them for an additional security check, and bring her to you, if you prefer, Chief Gosska?" he asked, in obvious anticipation.

Now Chief Gosska—he relished his official title—thought about that. The additional security checks were nothing more than a scam to strip unsuspecting girls out of their clothes. Once his officers realized that they could strip virtually any woman they wanted down and grope her under the guise of a search, he had men lining up to become Maglev Security Officers. 

Then, like any good businessman, he dropped the officers' starting pay by twenty percent, and still had more applicants than his staff could process. After another twenty-percent drop things started to level off. Most of the well-qualified applicants, those with legitimate law enforcement experience, withdrew their names from consideration.

That left Gosska with mostly inexperienced candidates, who he put up with to save money, or men who just wanted to strip women down for fun, who were exactly the kind of officers he wanted.

Of course all the strip searches were recorded, for the woman's safety of course. After Gosska got his copies, his officers attempted to identify the victims—oops—subjects of the search. In highly selective cases, Gosska had some associates who would send the women a few holographs, then blackmail them to keep the entire recording from being sent to their friends and family. 

The blackmail scheme had only worked a few times, but with great results. Why, that young lawyer paid nearly twenty-five thousand credits to keep the recording of her orgasming during a strip search from being made public. What made the scheme particularly bold was, if one of the recordings actually did become public, the Galactic Alliance would have grounds to cancel his contract.

Gosska weighed seeing the girl dance versus seeing her strip-searched. 

A few weeks ago, he would have had ordered the girl stopped. But now the Galactic Alliance was investigating him. First, he would have to make sure that there weren't any GA agents in the station. He also didn't want to upset Calrissian too much—the human did run a great club.

"Leave them for now," Gosska instructed Colonel Cremk.

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"Got it!" Luke announced in triumph. "And in only twenty-eight minutes!" he added with a huge smile on his face.

Jaina had sensed his achievement a few seconds before he announced it. She was still thrilled to have it confirmed by him. Lando seemed happy about it as well. The only problem was, Jaina hadn't sensed or heard anything from the slavegirl outfit indicating that it was unlocked. She reached up and pulled on the collar's magnetic lock.

"It's not coming off," she informed them.

"Oh, sorry," Luke said, and pressed the enter button on the keyboard.

Suddenly the collar popped open in Jaina's hands. Now she was thrilled. She switched to sitting on the floor, and took off the boots. Then she massaged her feet in relief. 

Lando looked at his chrono again. "She can take everything else off whenever she's ready?" he asked Luke.

"Yeah, anytime," Luke replied. "In fact, maybe she should go ahead try the bra and belt, just to make sure," he added with a grin at Jaina.

Jaina's hand was halfway to the magnetic coupling of the bra before she realized what he was suggesting. "Good idea!" she said excitedly, grasping the coupling.

Now Luke stared at her, with a grin of superiority on his face.

Jaina gave the coupling a gentle tug, and felt it pop apart. "Maybe next time," she told him with a wink as she closed the magnets back together.

Lando let out a dry laugh, then said one word. "Parents." Then he added, "Soon."

That got Jaina moving. She quickly tugged the boots back on, and climbed to her feet, while trying not to show the two men too much under the lashaa silks. Then Jaina pulled the black dress on. She really wanted to take a few minutes to get something a little less revealing, but knew that they didn't have the time, and she didn't have the credits. 

How am I gonna pay Lando back what I already owe him? Jaina wondered as she picked up the slave collar off the floor. She gazed at her reflection in the gleaming gold durasteel a few seconds, then clicked the two ends together and transferred it to one hand.

On the way out, Lando asked her if she still wanted him to carry the lashaa silks for her. Embarrassed, Jaina reached under her dress, tugged them free, and passed them to him. 

The crowd at the maglev station didn't seem quite as intimidating as before. While they were waiting for the maglev to arrive, Jaina realized how odd she felt without the collar. She glanced surreptitiously towards Lando, then slipped the collar around her neck. 

Jaina felt much better when the slave collar snapped shut. Lando glanced over at her, and she gave him a big smile in return. He looked at the collar, but didn't comment on it. For some reason Jaina thought about letting him put the leash on her, to show him how much she appreciated him helping her out. After a few moments though, she simply thanked him.

"Oh, don't thank me," Lando replied as the maglev train came to a stop. "You owe me twenty-seven hundred credits. Just pay me back," he added as the two boarded the maglev car.

"I will, Lando," Jaina responded solemnly. "I just don't know how." Then she frowned. "Hey, didn't Luke say that it was only twenty-two hundred?" she asked.

Lando found them some empty space in the middle of the car. "Yes, plus I gave him a four hundred credit tip, since he finished so fast," he explained as he grabbed one of the overhead handles. "Plus maglev tickets for two, air taxi ride, and so on. Oh, and at the first station a couple of security officers thought you looked suspicious, and I had to bribe them to keep them from taking you into a back room for a thorough search."

"What? How did I look suspicious?" Jaina asked as she reached up and grabbed her own handle, pulling her dress dangerously high. With her other hand she held the hem down as best she could.

Lando snorted. "You didn't. You looked like a slut, and they wanted to have some fun with you," he explained with a laugh.

Jaina thought about that for several seconds. "That's not right!" she complained.

"Yeah, well, if you want, then tomorrow you can go do something about it," Lando replied indifferently. "But for now we got to get you—well, that slavegirl outfit—back to your parents' apartment before they get there."

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Minutes before they reached their stop, Lando got a call from Han. The Falcon had landed. Lando looked at his chrono. Then, in an effort to stall Han and Leia, he offered to buy them dinner. 

For some reason, though, Jaina's parents seemed eager to get home. When she heard them whispering over the comlink, and her mom giggling, Jaina realized why.

They wanted to play dress-up.

"EEWWWW!" she muttered in disgust.

Fortunately, the general noise of the maglev kept her voice from carrying over the comlink. Then Lando muted it, and asked her if she had any ideas.

"Well, I could use my rank to have them arrested," Jaina suggested jokingly. The idea that her, or Jacen for that matter, would take out an arrest warrant on their parents was ridiculous.

Lando seemed to be taking her seriously for a moment. "Nah, it'd never work. They'd probably take out half the security force before you could cancel it."

"I was joking," Jaina replied in mock annoyance. Then she remembered the muted comlink in his hand. "My parents," she reminded him.

"How about a private table at my club?" Lando offered them. "Dinner, dancing, entertainment, you name it?"




Star Wars: Jaina's Discovery Ch. 04



It still didn't work. Her dad said he had to finish securing the ship, and ended the call.

Lando looked at his chrono again. "Should have about twenty minutes," he told her with a tight smile.

Suddenly, Jaina had the urge to tell Lando where she had found the outfit. She leaned in close to him, and explained that she had found the open box in the corner of the closest, with the bra sticking out. Even though he looked confused, Lando listened carefully. Jaina hoped that it was just her being paranoid, but it felt like an urging from the Force.





Star Wars: Jaina's Discovery Ch. 05



Well, it could be worse, Jaina thought. It could have been Zekk. "Thanks," she replied with a smile as she climbed into the air taxi with Alema Rar.

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"I didn't know you had a speeder," Jaina said as Alema Rar merged into a traffic lane.

"I don't. This is a... friend's," she replied. "Oh, there's something for you in the back seat," she added, flicking her right lek towards the back.

Jaina looked in the back seat and found her flight suit, boots and lightsaber. Alema Rar activated the speeder's privacy tinting, and a relieved Jaina started changing.

Once she was back in her flight suit, Jaina asked, "Do you want your dress back?"—attempting to confirm the Twi'lek's ownership of it. 

"No thanks," Alema Rar replied with a smirk. "You should keep it. It looks good on you," she added, winking at Jaina.

Jaina smiled back, long used to Alema Rar's mannerisms. Inside, she was sort of fantasizing about wearing the dress on the Maglev, and wondering what would happen with another 'security check'. "Thanks," she answered, after a few seconds' hesitation.

"I can loan you some shoes to go with it too," Alema Rar offered. "And maybe some jewelry?"

Jaina thought about that a moment. Now that the war was over, Alema Rar pretty much only wore towering high heels, like the slavegirl boots Jaina had been locked in earlier. Jaina had a pretty good idea of what kind of 'jewelry' Alema Rar had in mind as well.

"We'll see," Jaina answered with a smile.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ EPILOGUE ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Several weeks later...

Jaina nervously fingered the fifteen gleaming silver bangle bracelets on her wrist. They matched the ones on her other wrist perfectly. Every time Jaina moved her arms, they jingled against each other musically. The bracelets belonged to Alema Rar, who had given her the black dress a few weeks ago. 

Jaina kept getting a bad vibe from the dress, and had thrown it away a couple of days after Alema Rar had given it to her. Now she wore her own brand-new, orange and black dress, several centimeters longer than the black one, and a little more concealing on top. It was still far more revealing than what Jaina normally wore in public.

Tucked in a tiny hidden pocked on the dress was an identity chit with the name Ezri Wepii on it. The only other things Jaina was wearing were the black sandals with chunky twelve-centimeter heels, and a tiny thong. Navigating the crowded Maglev station wasn't too difficult in the heels—Jaina was mainly looking for some officers of the Maglev Security Force.

Then Jaina sensed a pair of focused presences behind her, barely a second before she felt the tap on her shoulder. 

"Yes?" she said, smiling as she turned to face the officers. 

"Excuse me Ma'am, you've been randomly chosen for an additional security check. Please come with us," the human officer said, as he firmly took hold of Jaina's bare upper arm.

"Of course, officer," Jaina replied eagerly. "Hey, aren't you gonna cuff me first?" she asked, holding her decorated wrists out. Her bracelets tinkled as they slid down her arms, and the light from the glowpanels reflected off of them.

The two officers glanced at each other a half-second, then both reached for their binders. The second officer was a little faster, and snapped a binder onto Jaina's wrist before his partner could. He then smoothly spun her around, and snapped the second binder on her other wrist, below her bracelets. 

The first officer didn't let his partner outdo him completely. As soon as Jaina felt the binders close tight around her wrists, she felt another cuff close on her right bicep. She looked back to see, and feel, the first officer pull her elbows together, and close the binder around her other bicep.

Her pussy was dripping with anticipation as they led her towards the security office, each with a firm grip on her bicep, and the first officer with his free hand squeezing her ass.

Frakk, that mind trick was easy, Jaina thought.