Against his will, Jag - the right half of his body painted blue to symbolize his growing-up among the Chiss, something that Lorangal learned from him when she asked about his life and forced out of him - ejaculated into Lorangal's vagina as the vigilante Ducha squealed in delight from her own climax. She then dropped beside her captive victim and cuddled up next to him while he silently fumed that his wrists were stuncuffed to the frame of the bed, disallowing him from using his now-clenched hands from strangling this bitch to death.
"I have to say, Jag," Lorangal whispered into his ear, "you're my favorite toy among the rest."
After a few moments, Lorangal pushed herself out of bed and began collecting her clothes, putting them back on one at a time until she was fully clothed in her resplendent gown and dress. She then headed over to the exit to her bedchamber and opened it, waving the two Hapan soldiers standing guard outside to come in.
"You may take Jag back with the others," she told them. "I'm done with him for the day." She then reached into one of the pockets of her gown and produced the keys to the stuncuffs holding Jag's wrists and ankles bound to the bed's frames, giving two to each guard.
As the guards went and unlocked the stuncuffs, freeing Jag from the bed - though obviously not from his capture by Lorangal - he offered no resistance as each guard grabbed him by an arm and ushered him out of the bedroom.
But as soon as Jag and the guards were gone, Lorangal's consort appeared at the threshold of the door.
Lorangal noticed the nervous-looking woman at the door and inquired with raised eyebrows, "Yes, Lady Zar?"
"Milady, I beg your pardon," Zar said, "but in case you did not know, the Hapes Consortium is in utter chaos."
"I am already familiar with the news," Lorangal replied evenly. "What of it?"
"Well, um... Milady, would it not be a good opportunity to return and claim power for the throne?" Zar asked.
"I would not mind to try to get the throne for myself," Lorangal said, "but as it is, I will not return until I have claimed vengeance for Drekana's death." Her tone then became more impassioned. "I will kill Dev'lia and everyone supporting him, and if that means that I lose my opportunity to claim the throne of Hapes, then so be it. Do you have any problems with that, Lady Zar?"
Zar just continued to stare at her superior for a moment in what amounted to repressed incredulity until she stammered, "Uh, no, no, no, Milady. I was simply curious as to why you would not wish to vie for the power of Queen Mother back in the Consortium."
"Has your curiosity been sated now, Lady Zar?"
"Um... yes, it has, Milady," Zar replied uncertainly.
"Then why are you still here?" Lorangal asked rudely.
Without another word, Zar offered a curtsey and turned to leave, making sure that the door was closed behind her along the way.
As Zar continued back to her quarters, she passed by the room in which Jag had been placed; a bunker of sorts for the twelve men whom Lorangal kept as her sex playthings, which included Jag.
Inside this dimly-lit bunker, each of the men - all of whom were naked and bore attractively muscular physiques - had their lumpy beds to sleep on in two small rows, with a single toilet and sink stationed opposite the exit to the room. There was no shower, but anytime Lorangal chose someone on whom she would mount, an armed Hapan guard would come in and escort - forcefully, if need be - the Ducha's chosen "partner" to the nearby shower room so that he looked and smelled nice for Lorangal to have sex with. The same occurred whenever they were led to the exercise room, to keep their musculatures up to snuff for the Ducha's pleasure, or when they had to go into the costume room, dressing themselves up to be even more quickly dressed down for Lorangal; Jag, for his part, had been dressed in a Grand Admiral's uniform, since whenever Lorangal thought of a Chiss, she thought of Thrawn, as many people did outside the Ascendancy. And every now and then, trays of food would be brought via hovercart by a guard who wouldn't hesitate to shoot them all down with her assault blaster if they offered the slightest bit of trouble, even if that meant upsetting Lorangal over the loss of her toys.
With nothing more to do - what with their dinners for the day having all but been eaten - Lorangal's degraded playthings sat silently on their uncomfortable cots, looking down at the floor, thinking whatever thoughts they could to try to find some reason to smile in this situation.
Jag himself tried to think about Jaina, what might be happening to her, how she was doing, if she was even alive, for that matter. He wished he had the Force to know what had happened to his wife, just as she and her brother Jacen would know what would happen to the other, what with their twin Force bond and all.
Jag tried to think back to the good times that he had with Jaina, but because he had been used by Lorangal yet again, he couldn't help but see that vile witch on top of him, getting all the enjoyment she could get from his forced erection. Thinking about it turned his stomach, and it turned his stomach so much that it... that it...
Immediately slapping his hand over his mouth, he quickly stood up from his cot and rushed across the bunker to the toilet, barely making it there before he allowed the gorge that rose up from his belly to spew down into the bowl below. He allowed more the gorge to stream out of his body, letting the pain wrack his body, as he knelt against the toilet.
When he was done, feeling starved yet not wanting to eat anymore, he started to sob, and he continued to cry in despair even as he felt the hand of one of his fellow sex slaves touch his shoulder in comfort.
And meanwhile, across the galaxy, in the remote base where Jaina was used for a slightly different purpose, she cried on top of the table in Dev'lia's Dirties' dancers' lounge, taking solace in the company of her fellow exotic dancers.
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Standing behind Captain Udono, Jacen carefully surveyed the Service Sender's bridge and her crew, who barely seemed to pay any attention to the overseeing Jedi Grand Master. However, through the Force, as always, Jacen sensed, along with the dedication to their duties, the crew's apprehension to his presence.
Of course, Jacen didn't care; so long as none of them decided to violate their captain's (forced) orders and try to attack him, they could stew in their apprehension all they wanted. So long as the Sender brought him to wherever Jaina was, let the Dreadnaught's crew feel uncomfortable, he thought. After all, this is the same crew that dealt in the market of slave trades, a practice that was as illegal in most of the galaxy as it was immoral, so maybe letting them feel as uncomfortable as they were now was the least they could go through after all the lives that they no doubt ruined by placing those lives into slavery; and sex slavery, no less.
Jacen was suddenly brought out of his thoughts when an alarm sounded throughout the Sender.
"That's the intruder alert," Udono explained to Jacen. "Someone else is aboard this ship." He then turned away to a section of his bridge crew. "What do we have on the vidcams?"
"Static, sir, on several screens, from the hangar bay and into the corridor outside," an Ugnaught crewman reported, looking at Udono and directing a hateful gaze at Jacen.
"Just like what you did with our cams!" Udono remarked to the Grand Master.
"Whoever's doing this must also be a Force-user, if they don't have any kind of equipment that could do the same thing," Jacen pointed out. "I'll try to sense them through the Force."
After a moment, though, Jacen shook his head. "I can't get a good read on whoever it is," he elaborated. "So they must be a Force-user." And he already had an idea of who it could be; he didn't know how she could have come aboard in time, but he had a feeling as to who it could be.
"Order your men to shut off the alert," Jacen commanded Udono. "I'll go and handle this myself." He turned away to leave the bridge, only to stop in his tracks halfway there and level a finger back at Udono. "And don't do anything stupid, like having your men turn on me."
Udono shook his head. "I promise not to."
Jacen nodded and placed his hand back to his side. "With your cooperation," he said, "you and your men might not get life in prison when this is all over; I can vouch for reduced sentences."
"I don't suppose we could just get-out-of-jail-free cards when this is all over?" one of the crewmen asked coyly.
Jacen grinned sardonically. "Not unless you've saved the galaxy," he said, and then turned back to fulfill the act of leaving the bridge.
Now back in the Service Sender's corridors, he traced his feel of the unidentifiable Force presence back to its source, which was getting closer to him even as he approached it.
After he rounded a few corners, he came into contact with Tenel Ka, who, without hesitation, had her one arm encircled around his neck and pulled him in for a long, impassioned kiss.
A kiss that he managed to break off by shoving her away before wiping the sleeve of his right arm along his mouth.
"Don't ever do that again," he intoned.
Tenel Ka now levelled a similarly-stern gaze at him. "I thought it might change your mind," she said.
"It didn't," he replied curtly. "How did you get aboard this ship anyway?"
"I had a change of heart after you left," Tenel Ka explained. "So I made it to one of the shuttles discharging a group of slaves and used Force-speed to enter it, stowing away. I thought now would be a good time to emerge; I figured that it might have taken you this long to take over the ship."
"Right," Jacen said. "And you did nothing to stop the slave trade?"
An awkward silence passed between them. But after a moment, Tenel Ka said, "I came to help you save Jaina and Jagged Fel."
Jacen gave her a wry look. "Well, now that you're here, I guess. Just don't try to pull off that stunt that you just did again, do you understand?"
Tenel Ka nodded reluctantly. "I understand, Jacen."
Jacen sighed. "Listen, Tenel Ka, I know how you must be feeling. You feel alone, unappreciated, and without love for so many years, ruling the Hapes Consortium and all. Believe me, I've had to go through far worse, though in a shorter time." He wasn't sure if there was another being alive in the galaxy who went through the same trials and tribulations that he went under Vergere's tutelage back during his captivity among the Yuuzhan Vong. "But when this is all over, and Jaina and Jag are safe... Well, if they're even alive, that is, we'll have to work out how to deal with the anarchy you caused by leaving the Consortium."
"I am not going back there, Jacen," Tenel Ka said in an authoritative tone. "I want to stay with you."
"Tenel Ka, no," Jacen replied as forcefully as he intended. "Don't you get it? I'm happily married to Danni, and nothing's gonna change that."
"You never know what can change, Jacen," Tenel Ka argued. "Did you ever think that you would be the Grand Master of the Jedi Order? You, the same boy who wondered if what the Jedi was even doing during the war was even the right course of action? Did you ever think that you would grow to be the man who would end the war without having to resort to genocide against the Yuuzhan Vong as a solution? You, one of the most uncertain people I've ever known, who had twice achieved enlightenment through the Force, as I have heard, are now one of the most certain people I have ever known, yet how can you even be so certain that your marriage with Danni Quee will last even half as long as the marriage with your parents, or-or the marriage that your aunt and uncle have, or-or... or..." She trailed off as she began crying, allowing herself to back along the wall behind her before sinking to her haunches. There, she began crying against her knees as Jacen sat down next to her and held her, an embrace that she returned with her one arm with nearly crushing force.
"I've been so alone now, Jacen," Tenel Ka muttered. Jacen couldn't help but notice that she had used a contraction when she said that; something very small, but very noticeable to him. "I've been so alone, and I've had no one to talk to or care about or love while the rest of you had been off getting married and being in loving families."
She then looked directly at him with tear-streaked eyes. "Can you help me, Jacen? Please?"
After a moment of hesitation, Jacen nodded. "I will try."
Tenel Ka gave him a sad smile, and practically dove onto him as she hugged him. "Oh, thank you, Jacen. Thank you."
And they just sat like that, with some members of the Service Sender's crew awkwardly watching, but otherwise not doing or saying anything aside from just leaving to continue on with their duties; and Jacen made sure, at the periphery of his senses, that none of them would pull anything stupid, even if it was just so that they could get reduced prison sentences for their crimes.