Title: Undercover Agent
Authors: Jedi Lover
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Luke, Mara, OCs
Summary: A seedy slave-trafficking lair puts Luke and Mara into an unusual position.
This is a story I wrote years ago. It was an NC-17 story, but I have rewritten the last part to make it PG-13. Only Part One of this story is basically the same. Part Two is completely different.
PART ONE
A large reptilian Trandoshan pushed Mara roughly along the dim subterranean corridor of an old fortress. As they came to a large ornate door, the alien grabbed the former Imperial assassin's shoulders painfully and pulled her to a halt, then swung her around and bent over to undo her stun cuffs. Mara winced as the creature's foul breath assaulted her senses. She knew that she could kill it if she had to, she had detailed knowledge on Trandoshan anatomy and their weak points, but that was not why she was here. And even then, she didn't relish the thought of engaging in hand-to-hand combat with a member of a race that pride themselves on hunting Wookiees.
The guard removed her cuffs and clipped them to his belt, then keyed the access codes to the door and shoved her through the entryway. Mara blinked in the bright light of her new prison cell. Unlike the cold duracrete chamber she had been isolated in for the last few days, this room, with plush carpeting and large cushioned lounge chairs and couches lining the walls, was obviously designed to be some sort of reception area.
Mara methodically took in her new environment. The first thing she noticed was that she was not alone. There were two other women in the room. One was sitting in the far side of the room, faced pressed into the corner, cowering and sobbing softly. The other woman sat quietly on another couch, staring blankly at the opposite wall. Both women were dressed in the same fashion as Mara: tiny silk panties and a shear, short blouse that did nothing to maintain their modesty. Mara still bristled at the thought of being paraded around with only a few strips of fabric masquerading as clothing, but it was appropriate since she was now to be sold as sex slave.
Mara still couldn't believe she got herself into this situation. Damn that Corran Horn and his old ties to CorSec. An old friend of Horn's in the CorSec's Slave Trade Interdiction division had approached him a few weeks ago about two of their agents who had gone missing while undercover. Their last known location was the planet Fondor where they had prepared to make a buy. They'd had to go in without comm assets or weapons since they would surely be thoroughly scanned by the slavers; they were never heard of again. That's when the brass in the STI division decided they would need some Jedi help.
The plan was simple. STI would put the word out in the underworld that somebody very rich was interested in buying a specific type of sex slave: a member of the Targon religious sect of the planet Roonadan - an order that required strict vows of chastity and moral virtue. The women of this order were not only believed to be exceedingly beautiful, but were rumored to be genetically different from other human females on the planet and were capable of emitting strong pheromones, similar to a Falleen. Although these pheromones were believed to be able to charm and influence male behavior, it was also believed that they were capable of enhancing the sexual pleasure of a partner one hundred fold. Of course, no one had seen a member of the Targon sect in generations, but the rumors of their existence persisted.
So an STI agent, in the guise of a sleazy and very rich Corellian entrepreneur, offered up an obscene amount of money for a verified member of the tribe and, through their own clandestine Black Operation fencing contacts, offered up to the sex traders what they wanted: a redheaded, green-eyed Targon virgin that they would claim they'd captured out of the jungles of Roonadan. And, with the cooperation of the Roonadan government, they would create a plausible cover story to support their assertions.
That was when Horn had called in a favor and recruited Mara for the job. Once she was 'sold' to the sex traders, she would case out their operation, question the other captives and hopefully discover the fate of the agents. A few days later, Corran Horn, Jedi Knight, would ride in, disguised as a rich sleemo scumbag and buy her out of her situation. It was hoped that the demand for a virgin and the threat of her presumably highly persuasive sex hormones would keep her safe from the traders sampling the wares, so to speak.
Unfortunately, the plan had worked too well. The slum-dwellers that bought her immediately put her in solitary confinement and guarded her closely with non-human personnel, who would likely be immune to her reputed pheromone allurement. She'd had no chance to talk to the other women and try to ascertain the fate of the agents that disappeared—until now.
Mara cautiously approached the sobbing woman, taking note of large mirrors lining the far wall. They were most likely two-way mirrors so that the buyers could observe the slaves unaware.
"Are you okay?" She asked the distraught woman, projecting an air of concern in her voice. She didn't receive an answer; the woman only sobbed louder and started rocking back-and-forth uncontrollably.
The other woman spoke up behind Mara. "She won't talk."
"Why?" Mara asked, turning to face her.
The pretty brunette woman shrugged. "This is the second time we've been offered up." She hesitated. "The first time ended…badly," she said cryptically.
Mara widened her eyes in mock worry. "How bad?"
"They killed our last buyers. Killed them right in front of us. I spent hours at the sink trying to get the blood and brain matter out of my hair." The woman wrapped her arms across her chest and hugged herself while shuddering at the thought.
"Why did they do that? Aren't our buyers supposed to be wealthy?" Mara persisted, only halfway faking a look of concern. This could tell her the fate of the agents.
"The guards said they were members of the police or something."
Mara rose and walked over to the woman and sat down next to her on the couch. She reached out with the Force and did not sense anybody on the other side of the mirrors, but she spotted a few discrete audio microphones throughout the chamber.
"Why did they think they were agents?" Mara whispered. This was critical information. The STI division needed to change the way they made buys and this woman could very well know what their fatal mistake had been.
"I am not sure," she said, shaking her head. "The buyers were given the opportunity to take us to a back room in order to 'sample' the merchandise. When they refused, they were asked again. When they said no, the guards drew their weapons and shot them." She looked up at Mara, her blue eyes obviously haunted. "I guess they think only police would turn down a free sample."
Mara sat back in shock. If this was true, that meant Corran was in danger. He would refuse and he would die. Running a gamut of possible scenarios through her head, she tried to figure out a way to fight their way out or flee this situation. Her stomach dropped when she remembered the extensive perimeter security around the fortress. The entire facility was built with three-meter walls and was manned by a small army of thugs. It would take a small army of Jedi to escape.
As she quickly tried to think of a plan, she felt a familiar presence in the Force approaching the other side of the two-way mirrors. Her rescuer was here, but it wasn't whom she expected. It wasn't Corran Horn, but the Jedi Master himself, Luke Skywalker.
Though she typically frowned upon last-minute changes in a plan, this wasn't necessarily a bad modification. She had an advantage with Luke - she could talk to him through the Force clearer than any other being in the Galaxy.
Mara closed her eyes and reached out with the Force. 'Luke!'
Luke immediately latched onto her voice and answered in her head as if he was standing next to her. 'Mara! Are you all right?'
'Yes, for now. Where's Horn?'
She felt Luke's annoyance through the Force. 'Nice to see you, too, Mara. Corran got called away when Mirax went into labor. Any luck finding out what happened to the STI agents?'
'Not definitely, but the last pair of buyers here were killed. These women witnessed it, which is why that one is crying in the corner.'
'Why were they killed?' Luke asked, his thoughts heavy with concern.
Mara hesitated. This was going to be awkward to say to her old friend. 'Luke, they have been weeding out law enforcement agents by letting them sample the sex slaves prior to buying. If they refuse, they are shot. They figure only an agent would refuse a free kriff.'
Luke did not respond, but Mara could feel his shock through the Force. 'Can we fight our way out?'
'Not unless you brought some thermal detonators,' Mara replied. 'I assume you were searched for weapons.'
There was another long pause. Mara sensed that Luke was talking to somebody in the room with him. Soon, a door adjacent to the two-way mirrors opened up and Luke, heavily in disguise with a beard and facial putty altering his features, entered along with a male Twi'lek.
"There she is. Isn't she a beauty?" the Twi'lek said as he pointed to Mara. "Straight from Roonadan. We have ensured her virginity has remained intact. She has not been touched."
Luke nodded as he stared deeply into Mara's eyes. He looked calm, but she could sense the underlying distress in the Jedi Master. "She is lovely," he agreed.
The Twi'lek smirked at Mara lustfully. "I am sure you are curious as to whether the legends of their sexual properties are true. We are willing to offer you the chance to experience her abilities, shall we say, prior to purchase. If she isn't everything you wanted, then you have lost nothing." The Twi'lek pushed a small button on his belt and a wall panel slid aside leading to a side room adorned with a round bed and an embarrassing assortment of marital aids.
"You will have complete privacy to sample your potential purchase-"
Luke interrupted, "My purchase, you mean." With that, he produced a credit chip and placed it in the Twi-lek's hand. "That should cover your costs. If I am not pleased, I will give her back to you and expect a full refund."
"As you wish, sir. Please enjoy." The Twi'lek said softly as he led the couple into the room.
Mara was slightly relieved. If it was true that they had privacy, then they would just have to wait ten or twenty minutes and then leave after rumpling their clothing. After they entered the room, however, her stomach dropped. Poorly concealed holocams were scattered around the circular chamber so that the occupants could be seen at all times. There was no way out of this.
'We're being monitored.' Mara motioned to the holocams with her eyes and Luke followed her gaze, nodding slowly in understanding. 'We are going to have to…' She trailed off, looking over at the bed.
Luke stared at her with panic in his eyes. 'There is no way I can…I can't do that. There has to be another way. '
Mara looked at the bed with blush pillows and silk sheets. 'We can get under the sheets and fake it.'
Luke blushed profusely and gave a subtle nod of his head. 'I can do that.' She saw him swallow hard and give a nervous cough. 'How do you want to begin?'
'Kiss me before they get suspicious!' Mara demanded silently.
Luke hesitated at first, but then stepped forward and ran his trembling fingers through her hair and then down her back as he drew her toward his body. He leaned his head down and lightly kissed her on the earlobe and then softly whispered into her ear. "I'm sorry you are in this situation."
"This is not your doing…I'm just glad you're the one here with me," she whispered back.
Mara could feel Luke's shock and pleasure at her words. She was always surprised by Luke's shy and humble demeanor. Here was the man who saved the galaxy from the Death Star and a dozen other perilous threats and he was surprised that she happy he was there to save her.
"Thank you," he said softly. Mara shuttered as he moved seductively down from her ear to kiss the curve of her neck. Her eyes fluttered shut at his caress. She never thought the touch of the stoic Jedi master could feel so good. Her thoughts shocked her back into reality. They were in deep poodoo here. If they couldn't convince these slavers that he was a legit buyer, Luke was dead. Already she could feel the Twi'lek stationed outside the room growing suspicious.
'Luke, we need to get your clothes off and get under those covers…now.'
When he didn't move she realized she was going to have to use her decade of undercover experience to get him moving. She gave Luke her best lustful smile and busied herself with unfastening his tunic. As her hands touched his bare flesh she felt him shiver. "Gods!" he moaned huskily.
Pushing his tunic off his shoulders, she ran her palms slowly down the muscles of his exposed chest. She had seen him without a shirt before at the Academy, but never at this close proximity with little more than a bit of sheer cloth between her skin and his. She hoped he wouldn't notice that her hands were trembling.
'I'm sorry that I have to do this, Luke, but we have to make it look real,' she said through the Force. 'I'd prefer that we both got out of here alive.'
He gave her a slight nod as he took her hands in his, turning them over to kiss her palms. She looked up at him and his blue eyes bore into hers with intense sincerity. 'I'll do my best to get us out of here.' He sent his thoughts to her before giving her a loving and tender smile that made her knees weak. Still holding her hands, he drew her carefully to the bed. He pulled the sheets back and looked back at Mara, his face flushed with embarrassment and panic. "Lie down."
She complied, settling back against the plush cushions as Luke stripped down to his boxer briefs. He blushed fiercely as he joined her on the bed and pulled the shimmersilk sheets over both of them. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her gently as he pretended to remove the last remaining bit of their clothing. 'I'm going to have to position myself…in a position…that uhh…'
'Just get on top of me and go through the motions' Mara retorted nervously and with some embarrassment at her situation. 'Remember, make it look good. Our lives depend on this.'
Luke nodded solemnly as he prepared to do the acting performance of his life. Hopefully it wouldn't be the last thing he ever did.
-to be continued-