SW Saga Edition: The Sluts Unleashed!

[Aenon]

@ Taken

Hel smiled watching Taken obediently tying himself up.

The metal bed had rings at the side for him to bind himself on. Of course she had to do the binding of his last free hand herself, and she was eager to do so.

*clack* he cuff sounded, as it was secured on the ring.

"Now...now you belong to me." she declared.

"I feel I should reward you...but first." she moved over to where he had removed his clothes, fishing out his commling and with swift moves removing its energy cell.

"Now there is no help coming, even with the best tracking technology in the galaxy. Your species is very rare, you know. I don't even know what you are. I could sell you...for a years profit, or more, I bet." she said, climbing up the bed, and standing between his legs, before touching his cock with her foot once more.

"I will sell you to some perverted noble lady, who would keep you on a slave collar and make you her sex toy." she explained...and she really meant it, she wasn't bluffing, Taken could feel it.

"Or I could keep you here. You could be my little sex-pet. I would take care of you...and you would be my slave." she pressed her foot a bit - not enough to hurt him, but enough to make him squirm.

"So...which one do you prefer?" she asked, pushing against his chest with the riding crop, and demanding an answer.

 

[Aenon]

@ Salvie

Finding a security officer wasn't very hard. There weren't a lot of them, just a couple of patrols-not even enough to keep the crime in check (as Salies own actions had proven)...but it was easy to find them hanging out of their security station. One of them was eating a donut, while the other was discussing something about a speeder crash.

"Yes, citizen...is there a crime you wish to report?" asked the guard that wasn't eating a donut, looking at her as she approached.

 

[Stellarnova]

Salvie Avers the Force-sensitive Agent, Location: Level 3 Security station, Tag: Mission, Alone, Mood: Aroused
"Excuse me, I was told you need a female volunteer for a... special investigation and are offering a handsome reward. I'd like to apply for the job."
Underneath her chipper and sincere facade, Salvie was horny and eager to put her pussy to use. The thought of being ravaged by a brute criminal was objectively less appealing than slowly licking some cute, rebellious girl until she was eager to give up whatever was asked of her, but her pussy was as enslaved as her mind. She hoped that at least this guy wouldn't be a degenerate non-human. In any case, she would obey without hesitation, no matter how disgusting her victim was going to be. Obedience was true pleasure. The credits were nice too, for a well-funded covert agent training program, their organization was very stingy, but above all else she just wanted to obey the command her sister had so hotly slipped into her eager, wet mind.

 

[Aenon]

@ Salvie

Both the security guards turned towards her, one eating his donut while stunned, the other somewhat shocked. They clearly didn't expect that.

"Wow, word got out so fast? Eh...that's no good. Give me a moment."

"Base, we have a volunteer...for George's job. Yeah...she volunteered. She is good looking too. Ok...ok I will bring her up."

Meanwhile the other guy who was eating the donut, choked, coughing out pieces of donut...and a plastic thing resembling a piece of paper from inside.

"GHah..the fuck...what the fuck lucky code...who puts this shit in the donuts...what the fuck..." he complained, kicking his mess at the side, but keeping the weird plastic paper.

Meanwhile, the other guard had finished his call.

"Follow me then, lady." he motioned to Salvie.

~~~
Soon, Salvie found herself going up the elevator that led to the first level. When they reached the floor, the elevator revealed a sealed door that would only open with the guard's key-card.

"Security, security...as if an armed thug would try to sneak in..." the guard complained. At this point, Salvie would remember that she was carrying with her some weapons...and she was lacking permits for all of them...since none of her weapons were hers to begin with...

 

[Stellarnova]

Salvie Avers the Force-sensitive Agent, Location: On the way to Level 1 Security office, Tag: Mission, Alone, Mood: Aroused
Salvie remained outwardly calm. After entering the facility, she asked the guards: "Excuse me, may I quickly use the public lavatory over there?" (Persuasion roll: 19 with force point)
She winced internally a bit at how mechanical her voice sounded, but she had to stay focused. She reached out towards the security officers' minds with the force, stroking their consciousness to ease them into accepting her request.

 

[Aenon]

@ Raja

The officer left, with the excuse of finding clothes...it looked like he had enough of this awkwardness.

Triss on the other hand, woke up.

"Where are we...what happened?" she asked.

"She woke up just like that...impressive." mused the Doctor, running more scans.

After Raja explained the situation to Tris, Tris looked a bit lost.

"So...I have to...choose..." she mumbled.

"No more racing...but...I have a race tomorrow...and...Raja..." she held Raja's hand, with teary eyes.

"I want to be with you...and...I want to keep my cock too...but...I don't want to force you...if you don't want...I...I..." she stammered. Raja had said that she owned her, but...did she really mean it? She didn't want to impose herself on her. After all she knew she was a Jedi on a secret mission...she didn't want to weight her down.

 

[helvorn]

Sarai Ren the Togruta White Current Adept Tag: Finding a Toolbox, Salvie. Mood: Eager, Curious

Sarai moved almost like a sensuous exotic dancer as she flowed through the maintenance shed. She slipped into each place of cover and embraced it like a lover, slipping around a pole or tightly hugging a crate or some strangely smooth and warm piece of alien machinery. Her mind was entirely filled with her mission and while she heard Raja whispering to Salvie on their shared comm link channel the Torgruta did not register the words in her conscious mind. She'd stripped down to just her brief cropped top and even slipped off the short skirt to wear only the tight, clinging bottoms to remove any barrier to free movement. Sarai was disappointed that she'd not found any coveralls and only one tool kit so the chance to snatch the utility kit caught her attention. Now she just had to ensure that she could manage to take it without being caught.

Setting the tool box down Sarai reached up to take the belt. If she had to she would carefully climb up into the scaffolding.

 

[Pervy]

Raja The Zeltronian Force-User, Location: Guard-house, upper Ring Mood: apologetic Tag: Doc, Tris

Raja gave the doc a look that suggested he could busy himself elsewhere, perhaps take a coffee break..

Before focusing on Tris.. and reaching out to hug her which.. was again not that easy for the shy Zeltron.
"You know.. I think we both learned I'm a terrible pilot.
I guess I could use a helping hand. If you ah.. err.. are willing to trust me in this, I'm willing to trust you to fly me wherever I need to go.

.. I realize that.. ah.. I'm asking a lot. You don't exactly know me, yet you have to make this kinda choice, but..." She smiled and closed her eyes.
"I sense that, if we trust in the force.. and the people I came with here, we can achieve anything.. even find a replacement for your race.. and.. ah.. find the man I need to find here while at it." She nodded.
"Perhaps, if we both try really a.. h.. really hard, t..t.. t.. together... you can both have your cake and keep it." She offered, only then letting go of the Twi'lek with a hint of arousal creeping back up for her at the pretty green woman, all naked before her, Raja adjusting her clothes ever so slightly.

"So, what do you think?" She asked.

 

[Aenon]

@ Salvie

You easily manage to trick the guards, and getting rid of your weapons. You return, and you find out that they don't suspect a thing.

They lead you to the facility, where the scanner finds your weapons, but nothing illegal. You are asked however to leave them all there, for security reasons. Leading you inside, you are led in a spacious office, where an officer is waiting for you, showing you with his hand an empty char to sit on.

"Please sit."

"Ms...?" he asked for her name.

After she had introduced herself, he would continue.

"To get straight to the point, we need you to get raped by a hardened criminal. We will need to let it actually happen, and then we will step in. We will pay you 5000 credits for your services, and you would be doing the galaxy a favor." he explained

"This is a hard and risky job. You will need mental resilience and acting skills. Do you think you can do it? We will only have one chance at this." he warned her.

 

[Aenon]

@ Raja

The doctor coughs, before moving to the other side of the room, leaving you some space.

"If....if we can be together....I...don't care about racing" she says, sniffing. It is obvious that she loves racing however.

"But...do you still want to be with me...even if I have this..problem?" she asked.

"If you changed your mind about what happened back then...I understand...but...I want you still to be mine...no matter what..." she said hugging Raja tightly.

"...you still didn't tell me how to call you..." she added. It somehow felt an important question...

 

[Stellarnova]

Salvie Avers the Force-sensitive Agent, Location: Level 1 Security office, Tag: Mission, Alone, Mood: Aroused
"I understand officer. I know what this mission entails. I will serve to the best of abilities, and gladly accept the... burden this operation will put on me." Salvie smiled, trying to seem sweet yet serious, but inside her arousal was building. The throbbing of her pussy grew increasingly distracting. Even after she had a chance to come down from Raja command, her body was still as eager, still as much in her grip as if she had just whispered into her brain. Salvie loved how wet she was. It was a sign of how obedient she was, and there was nothing she'd rather feel right now.
Without betraying anything beneath her surface, she continued: "Please I can start as soon as you want."

 

[Repetition]

Taken the Scouting Agent, Tag: Mission, GM, Mood: Horny and Slightly Nervous, Team: None, Location: Hell of a Deal 'Upstairs'

At the mention of enslavement Taken's smile dimmed a little, though if anything his eyes grew brighter, and as his shaft was rubbed by the lightly callused foot, it did not soften. "As you said before, I am yours now, though I would prefer not to be sold." He adjusts as best he can considering his position to be a little more comfortable, and as the crop touched his chest he shivered slightly, it was cold after all. Or was that anticipation of what would follow, the pleasure that came in excursion, in all aspects of his being, especially physically. A pleasure he rarely had felt before but it was there tickling the back of his mind. He had worked himself hard that day, 8 hours in the sims pushing himself harder and harder until memo refused to keep them running, followed by a grueling training session with Alk'ula. They were using blades that day, and Taken had never enjoyed the feel of a blade in his hand preferring to be further from his target. He had been cut repeatedly during that session, but that hadn't bothered Taken too much. Wait a moment, that was it, what had pushed him to let this Hel lady do this to him. He liked the pain, the feeling of helplessness in the face of a superior opponent. At the same time Taken had gotten one lucky stab in, showing his love of reciprocation. As his vision returns to the lady in front of him Taken Smiles again. "I will do what you wish ... Mistress."

 

[Pervy]

Raja The Zeltronian Force-User, Location: Guard-house, upper Ring Mood: apologetic Tag: Tris, primarly.

Raja felt really responsible for the Twi'leks emotional state, shifting shily. "Ah uh.. I uh.. will have to find a way to distract you from racing, wont I?" She said, coyly.

"I don't notice any problem. You just stay close to me, and it'll be alright.. a.. uh.. I.. I don't think I'll change my mind.. no.." She admitted.. and it was a little hard not having her eyes wander over the lewd Twi'lek body before her as she asserted this. "We.. uh.. should get you some clothes perhaps.. yes.." She blushed, feeling Tris naked body up against hers...
"... soon anyway..." Raja chuckled, before whispering back. "You'll have to find out what to call me yourself.. until then, Raja will have to do." She nodded, seeming just happy in the hug as it was. "Sorry for turning your life this.. upside down.. then again, I err.. I guess the guys in the back alley would have done the same thing..." She mused briefly, nuzzling her head up to Tris.

"... How about err.. we go someplace nice, you enjoy.. I .. don't have many credits left, but they should be enough to treat you for some food and drink,.. also booze." She suggested then, one hand coming to rest up against her lovers back as she nodded, encouragingly.. even with her pheromones mostly held in check. ".. bet I can drink more than you!" She was pretty sure she couldn't, but she felt like Tris needed a win, right now... plus being helpess in her arms was not the worst fate...

 

[Aenon]

@ Sarai

Sarai manages to slightly climb up...above her, the welder was producing "swoosh...swooosh..." sounds, that she expertly used to cover the sounds of her movement. She picks the utility belt, with all the stuff it should have inside (except welding tool!) and...getting out was just as easy for her!

Outside she finds a flustered Salvie... [Check Salvies post for details!]

Having been left alone with her newly aquired utility belt, Sarai is free to do as she wishes!

 

[helvorn]

Sarai Ren the Togruta White Current Adept Tag: Finding a Toolbox, Salvie. Mood: Eager, Curious

Having acquired the utility belt Sarai dances her way back out of the maintenance hangar and closes the door behind her. She looks a bit puzzled at Salvie as she explains her new mission but Sarai nods and returns her kiss. The Togruta is used to sudden changes of orders from their masters and this latest alteration bothers her not. "Take the tool box Salvie and I'll hold on to the utility belt." Sarai straps it around her waist. "I'll go find Sirius but I also want to check out the gambling establishments to see what is known of our quarry and perhaps how we can get into the upper rings of the station."

When Salvie leaves Sarai heads up toward the pleasure level to see what she can find out in the gambling and more exotic areas. Along the way she dumps the belt in a pay locker as something like that would be quite out of place.

 

[Aenon]

@ Taken

"...Of course you will." she smiled, taking a step back and lowering her body, in a position similar to a panther stalking her prey.

"Lets start about exchanging information...tell me....who you really are, and why are you looking for that Ruben?" she asked, her tongue extenting once again to tie itself around his cock, pulling it towards her.

 

[Aenon]

@ Salvie

"Good. We appreciate your help." he nods "Do you plan to go in with your current attire? We have some other clothes for you to pick from...if you wish. They are a bit revealing, but fitting for the occasion."

"We confiscated them from strippers and prostitutes who were arrested." he explains.

"Of course your current attire could work too, but it will likely get damaged."

~~~
Regardless of what Salvie chooses to wear, she is led deeper into the complex. The give her binder cuffs to wear, locking her hands behind her back, something that made her breasts push out. The officer behind her then led her to some holding cells, stopping in front of one of them.

"Here we are. We are full, so you get to share. Enjoy your stay here, scum." the officer said to her in a demeaning tone, before unlocking her cuffs, and pushing her inside the cell.

However there was a slight problem...inside the tight cell wasn't just one, but two inmates. To make matter worse Salvie could only guess who was the pirate...

"Looks like we got company." said one of the inmates.

"Heh, and here I was thinking things could only get worse." added the other.

"Hey sweetie, why are you here?" asked the first one.

 

[Aenon]

@ Raja

Tris agrees with your request, happy to be with you. "I know this place, they have nice drinks..." she mentions.

The doctor injects her with some more medicine, just to make sure that there won't be other side effects, and you are both free to go...only you have to awkwardly wait for the officer to bring some clothes.

When the officer comes back, he is somewhat blushed, and he apologizes for not having better clothes. He could only find a tight skirt and a tight top that when worn revealed Tris's underboob. Of course, no underwear at all.

Tris can barely hide her erection under her skirt. She tries to hide awkwardly as you walk out of the station. Finally, she can't take it any more.

"Eh...my lovely Raja...would you like...if you helped me...calm down? Lets go to a restroom?" she suggested.

"I mean...I own you, so you won't refuse me, right?" she sticked her tongue out towards her, teasingly, before dragging her along...

 

[Pervy]

Raja The Zeltronian Force-User, Location: Guard-house, upper Ring Mood: apologetic Tag: Tris, primarly.

Raja was quite apt at spending a good extend of time emberassed.. but at the same time she didn't seem to disapprove of the Twi'leks outfit either. Raja blushed a bit, watching the Twi'leks arousal, before musing. "Hmn.. I guess I'll have to take care of .. ah.. your .. chemical unbalance.." She blushed, with just a secret hint of a licking of her lips, before nodding in agreement, letting herself be dragged along, her hand shily dipping lower to take a good hold of the Twi'leks lustfu flesh, her hand stroking along the throbbing green length slowly, gently. "Y. yes mistress.. I guess I shouldn't.. refuse you." She purred, and there was an increasing hint of her pheromones in the air once more with her growing arousal... whilest Tris felt a growing calm confidence in her again.

Well, it was either the pheromones, or just the sight of Raja kneeling down before Tris, extending her tongue to first attend her nice, juicy cum-filled balls, licking along them whilest looking up with shy innocence.. even in this lewd gesture. "I've got to make you forget about the racing after all.
Hamnn..." She purred, licking along the underside of the Twi'leks cock, pushing up her skirt.. but never removing it, seeming to seecretly enjoy the sight of its tenting... "So.. .. do you like it when I do that? I ah.. guess you own me now, yes.. so if you make sure to encourage me, I can do this whenever you want." Raja encouraged, her tongue dipping up, the very tips of her purple lips closing over the slit of Tris cock, suckling on her and tonguing at her lustfully, before withdrawing, licking along the Twi'leks length again and affirming.. ever so subtly encouraging: "You have an amazing cock, love.. it deserves to be licked and stroked and attended to as you desire, don't you think?" She encouraged, withdrawing just enough to subtly nurture the Twi'leks desire for her.. to command her.

 

[Repetition]

"My name is Zitha'epaet'githeth, I am-mmmhhh training with a team, and I am searching for Ruben assshh the ff final test of our skill before we are given any" Deep breath "'real' missions. I have knowledge of only one other like me, and shh she is on this station. What else would you like tmmm to know?" He is clearly fighting himself to last. His body tensing and growing sore in ways he didn't know he could. He will last and please her. At least that is what he tells himself as that marvelous tongue begins wrapping around his manhood, reaching from his sensitive tip, all the way down to the family jewels, the only gift he had from his family. His family was an almost forgotten memory, though through it all he held onto one memory, the one that he remembered now. The crying of a young girl as he is lifted up and Taken from his family, followed by the call of "Stay strong, Zitha'epaet'githeth, my taken one." The memory fades, but he is Taken, he will please whom he wishes, and if nothing else annoy those he doesn't. 'Hel seems nice so far, but we shall see. After all I still have some tricks of my own.' He relaxes into her ministrations, no longer fighting his body, but letting the pleasure wash over him, and encouraging himself to ride it further than ever before. This is better than any other form of training after all.