A/N: OH. MY. GOD. FINALLY! I am so sorry for uploading this so late. Studies, work and my love life got in the way and now that the studies portion of my life is going to be over soon, I can allocate more time to writing! Yay me!
Ugh... anyway I've been trying very hard to finish this off and publish this chapter so hopefully you guys don't have to wait too long for me to publish the next one. Plus like any other writer I had some writers block and edited a lot of things from my previous ideas.
I see that at least some of you are eager to see some hardcore Vette action soon. However, I must disappoint you by saying that this will not come soon. Vette is a special character to the Sith warrior even in the game's storyline and all I can say is that Aaric will be treating her like how one sexually grooms a innocent and naive girl to become a cum-loving sex slave: By slowly exposing her to increasingly frequent sexual acts of gradually increasing degrees. This is so that this whole story will have something for you readers to look forward to instead of the spattering "wham, bam, fuck you ma'am!" every now and then.
WARNING! ANAL RAPE SCENE AHEAD! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
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"C'mon, Just say it! I saved your life, now you owe me!" Vette chirped as she skipped behind a triumphant looking Aaric.
"I don't owe you anything. I knew that shot was going to hit the one behind me. I let him get behind me, so I could test your skills and your conviction and I must say you didn't disappoint." The apprentice smirked.
"That's bantha crap and you know it." Vette accused. "You almost sliced my head off that one time!"
"I knew you would dodge it. Your Lekku's are extra-sensory organs, not lumpy pieces of meat." Aaric yawned in reply. "At least you have well-developed instincts."
"Of course I have! I've been more than a couple of fights in my lifetime you know?" Vette huffed and puffed out her chest with pride. Little did she know, her master leered at the way her chest jiggled as she did so through the corner of his eyes.
"What then? You want a reward my pretty little slave?" Aaric grinned and leaned closer to her, letting his warm breath tickle the nape of her neck and sending microshivers down her spine. "Because I can think of many ways to reward you, whether you want it or not."
"Uhh… I-I'll think about it later." She stammered, blushing furiously. "Looks like you got company."
As soon as the words left Vette's mouth, Aaric was suddenly accosted by the scarred daughter of Tremel: Eskella Gryton, accompanied by another two acolytes.
"You! Murderer! My father was a staunch traditionalist and he was especially hard on me. But he's my blood. Did you think you could kill him and get away with it?!" She all but screamed.
"That's a very dangerous accusation you're making Eskella." Aaric's gaze narrowed dangerously. "Any evidence to back that up?"
"Everybody says so. The whole place knows you killed him." Eskella seethed, pointing her warblade at Aaric's chest. "And now you have to die!"
"And are you really stupid enough to trust the rumors of acolytes of which most have one foot in the grave already?" Aaric questioned dispassionately.
Eskella, unfortunately, was having none of it. "You will rue the day you took his life! Attack!" She ordered. The two henchmen charged forward, hellbent on striking down their leader's enemy. They managed to reach within striking distance, but…
SNAP-HISS!
The attackers stop dead in their tracks with shocked looks on their faces as they each looked down to see a crimson blade sticking through their chests. Aaric didn't even need to move his arms. All he did was summon his lightfoil and his newly acquired lightsaber to his hands and activate them at the last second, letting the two assailants charge themselves unwittingly to their doom.
"Tsk tsk tsk." Aaric admonished, relishing on the stunned look on Eskella's face as he deactivated his sabers and the two very dead acolytes slumped to the floor. "So quick, so rash. See this? Your pitiful blades cannot match the power of a lightsaber, and I've got two. You stand in the hallway of Darth Baras. Even if you could kill me, you think you can survive the wrath of a Darth? Think with your head and not with your emotions, Eskella. Your father wouldn't want you to die so pitifully."
"You know nothing about me or my father!" The overseer's daughter gritted her teeth in frustration.
"Oh, but I do dear Eskella. You may be foolhardy, but I admit it takes courage trying to go against me." He stepped forward until he was almost a hairs breadth away from the Eskella's blade touching his chest. "Put away your sword and I'll tell you something you don't know about him."
Eskella looked about ready to plunge her blade into him at any second. "How do I know you won't just kill me?"
"You don't." Aaric shrugged. "But if I wanted to all of you would already be dead."
Seconds passed as their gazes locked onto each other's. Vette stood by the side seemingly going unnoticed by the two adversaries. She twiddled her fingers against the imaginary pistols at her sides, silently wishing her new master hadn't confiscated them once they left Naga Sadow's tomb.
Finally, the former Overseer's daughter relented and lowered her weapon. "Fine. I will let you live… for now. What is it you know about him that I don't?"
Aaric scoffed and rolled his eyes at the threat. Then stepped forward in one smooth motion into her personal space and whispered directly into her ear. "Your father lives, Eskella."
His sudden invasion of her space and the abrupt revelation caused her to take a subconscious step back, hitting herself against the wall. "What?!" she exclaimed.
Aaric pressed his advantage and slammed his palms on the wall behind her and between the sides of her head, lording his presence over her shapely form. "I didn't kill him. Your father cut off his hand and left Korriban. I gave him the chance to live, and he took it. See? Listening to rumors is bad for your health. It almost cost you your life."
"Lies!" She hissed menacingly, attempting to summon the strength to push away his father's supposed murderer. Instead, an indescribable mounting pressure was being exerted over her very being and stopping her from doing so.
Aaric leered at her helpless state. Presence was a force technique he developed himself as a way to manifest his power in a single target or localised area meant to assert his dominance. It was extremely useful in intimidating his enemies or dominating more aggressive females that he set his eyes upon. This time was the first he was using it against another force used though, and the results did not disappoint. He could see his presence was having an effect on her; her breathing was getting ragged and her limbs were quivering if only slightly. It also didn't helpe her that he was combining it with his sexual aura to throw her off even more.
Even Vette was being affected. She simply stood in awe at the power Aaric was exerting over the area. It made her scare, but excited at the same time. Like she was meant to give herself fully to this make and let him do whatever he wanted to her regardless of whether she wanted it or not. Suffice to say, an unfamiliar tingling sensation in her nether regions crept upon her and she didn't know what to make of it.
"That;s up to you." Aaric shrugged. "Darth Baras already promised gave me full pardon for offing Tremel after all. I could have easily saved myself the hassle and leave his body there to rot and no harm would have come to me anyway. Perks of being Darth Baras' new apprentice I suppose."
Realization dawned upon the former overseer's daughter. The same look made Aaric grin triumphantly. For a brief moment she wondered why she thought it would be a good idea to target Aaric after all, but another issue brought her anger back to full force. "So you're saying that my father forfeited his hand so you wouldn't kill him? And now he's out there hiding, pretending to be dead like a coward?!"
"If that's what you want to make of it." He replied having had enough fun with toying her and stepped back, relinquishing her of the effects of his presence. "I simply offered him mercy as gratitude for bringing me here. Nobody said Sith can't be reasonable eh?"
Eskella scoffed. "Tch. You may not be a murderer, but your mercy proves you're not Sith material either. I should inform Lord Baras. But I won't. No, let him discover your softness for himself. My directive is clear now. I must hunt down my gutless father and end his humiliation."
"If you must." Aaric yawned. "I would tell you to give up on this little crusade and concentrate on becoming of use to the empire. But it seems too much for me to convince a simpleton like you. I guess Tremel was a far better Sith than you will ever become!"
"H-HOW DARE YOU!" Eskella roared. She swung her blade upwards, fully intent on slashing the infuriating smirk off his face. Baras' apprentice fully expected this, however.
His foot lashed out and connected with her wrist, flinging the now harmless weapon out of her reach. Before her body could even register the pain shooting up her arm, a backhand slap graced her cheek. The force of the hit spun her round and she slammed cheek first into the cold durasteel walls. In a flash, Aaric had her pinned. One hand gripped her wrists above her head and the other groping her busty chest through the skin tight fabric.
"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk." Aaric admonished as he ground his hips and hardening rod against her soft curvaceous derriere. She was muscled and thicker than most women, but her body proportions were all in the right places. "No my dear Eskella. How. Dare. You? You said you wouldn't attack me, yet you did with the slightest provocation. You broke your word and now you pay the price. You could have just walked away. But like all typical acolytes, you let someone control your emotions. Let them take advantage of your fiery disposition. How sad… that Tremel's own daughter can't even offer the same potential to become a Sith of good standing like he was."
Eskella's cheek stung as tears of pain and humiliation threatened to fall. This upstart who in mere days had defeated her father, humiliated her by letting him live, then now physically overpowered her and groping her body that no man had ever done before. She knew that even if she tried calling for help, being seen in her precarious position would ensure that whatever standing and respect she had would be lost. She would see only the barren sands of Korriban for a very long time. "I… will… kill… you!" she ground through gritted teeth.
SMACK! "AHN!" The dark-skinned woman yelped. Having earned a stinging slap on her buttcheek for that comment. For some reason, the pain faded and was replaced by a brief moment of pleasure emanating from her lower regions. Something which disgusted herself to no end. "A bold statement, given the situation you're in. I could kill you now and Tremel would never learn the fate of his daughter."
His free hand groped her supple flesh as his fingers trailed the hem of her tights. Then without warning, he shoved it straight down the crack of her ass, landing his palm directly on top of her soaking wet pussy. "Oh dear, it seems you've become quite wet down there. Could it be you're enjoying this?"
"As if I would ever!" She growled vehemently.
Yet, Eskella could do nothing but whimper powerlessly as he wet his digits on her soaked pussy. She couldn't believe that her body was reacting as much as it did to someone she was hating with a passion. She knew what was about to happen. It was common knowledge for female acolytes who couldn't muster the strength to defend themselves from the voracious men within the academy. So she closed her eyes, preparing herself for the worst. Slowly, Aaric coated his fingers with her pussy juices. Once he had enough, he pulled his hand back out a little. Eskella became alarmed. Was he done already? Surely that wasn't the case?
Her fears came true. Aaric was not done yet, not by a long shot. He grinned darkly. "You have too much pride in yourself. Like a person with a stick in your arse. Allow me to show you what that feels like." Eskella, realising what he meant began to panic and struggled against him. But all the strength she could muster was no match against Baras' apprentice. His lubricated digits found their way to her puckered star of her anal opening and began to wriggle the top of his finger into it. The dark-skinned woman gritted her teeth as she clenched her butt hole as tight sas she could, but it only seemed to excite him even more.
"No… please not there!" She whimpered. But Aaric paid no heed to her cries.
"Yes… that's it." Aaric hissed into her ear. "Clench it tighter. You're only delaying the inevitable and it will only make it painful for you when I finally invade your very insides. If you want it to end quicker, you will relax it. Now."
Eskella knew this was the truth. She could only reign in her tears and accept her hopeless position by relaxing. Aaric smirked; his plan was a success. He felt the puckered hole soften and almost immediately inserted an entire finger all the way to the base of the knuckle. Eskella's eyes snapped open and her mouth became an 'O' in a silent scream as the sensation of pain and even more pleasure invaded her rectum. Not wasting any time, Aaric pumped his slicked digits and a moderate paste. All that sounded in the empty hallway was Eskella's sharp grunts and the slapping of Aaric's palm against her supple flesh as he fingered her.
"Does it feel good, Eskella?" Aaric taunted as he made a come-hither motion with his fingers while using the force to telekinetically massage her g-spot in sync with his insertions. Every now and then, he would remove his finger to slick it again with her wet pussy before stabbing it back in.
"N-never!" She gasped. Eskella couldn't believe this. The initial pain was long gone and now was replaced by a warm ball of pleasure that threatened to engulf her entire being.
"Is it now? Then maybe you just don't have a big enough stick in your arse then." Aaric replied. He removed his finger and pulled down his pants, letting his raging hard cock spring free. Not like Eskella could have seen what was coming anyway.
Vette's mouth went wide open in shock. He was packing this much in his pants?! She thought maybe the bulge she saw was a groin protector but it wasn't the case at all. It terrified and excited at the same time. Was this his true nature? Would he turn his sexual urges on to her next? The Twi'lek shuffled those questions at the back of her mind. Right now she felt pity for Eskella. Something that big couldn't fit inside her… right?
With the head already covered in his own leaking-pre-cum, Aaric lined up his meat shaft with her gaping but still tiny asshole. He rested the tip on the star and started pushing, engulfing the entire length into her rectum in one stroke. Eskella didn't know what hit her. One second she though he was going to insert his finger again, the next second what felt like an entire arm punctured her canal. What she did not expect was an explosion of euphoria that blasted her mind into oblivion of pleasure. She howled as her body came for the first time in her life and her eyes rolled up into her head. While her mind was in shambles, Aaric wantonly jackhammered his rod into her tight passage. He let go of her arms letting them drop to her sides like a puppet whose strings were cut. Now one hand was free to grope her lush breasts like handles and give him the better position he needed to piston his way into her stomach while the other was positioned over her vagina so he could manipulate her g-spot with the force.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Were the only thing that she could verbalise as her consciousness hung by a thread. For the next few minutes he tortured the woman by speeding up and bringing her up to her peak but never crossing over the threshold then slowing down to bring her back to reality again. This sexual torture chipped away at her mind and frustrated her to no end. Why won't he just get it over with?!
Aaric decided he had enough fun. It wasn't good to keep his new master waiting, especially when his office was just down the hallway. He pistoned harder than ever before until it was simply a blur in Vette's eyes. The Twi'lek herself was getting hot and bothered herself just by seeing the entire ordeal. Each second that passed pushed her hand closer to scratching the itch that was bothering her between her thighs. Maybe if she frigged herself here he wouldn't notice? Alas, her time to consider it had run out.
"Can you feel it Eskella?" He growled as his own pleasure mounted. "I'm going to make you cum, then I'll fill you with my seed as it seeps into your very insides. Forever burn into your memory that your first was taken by me in your filthy shit hole!"
"No… No!" Eskella temporarily snapped back to reality as the implications of his words. But her mind could not longer control her body. She could only watch and feel as the wave of pleasure built up by this vile man was about to explode within her. She was about to cum anally for the first time! "No, no, no, no, NO, NOOOOOaaAAHHHH!" She screamed as her urge to come overwhelmed her and her body shook and convulsed upon itself.
"TAKE IT ALL BITCH! RRRAAGGGHHHHH!" Aaric roared as he rammed his hips one last time slamming her head and chest against the wall and allowing his own pleasure to burst forth, releasing torrents of cum from his heavy nutsack and into her rectum. The strength of her anal muscles as she came gripped his cock like a vice and tried to expel his offending member from her sphincter, but his strength kept his manhood in place and continued hosing her insides white with pints of batter. Vette watched in astonishment as the pair stayed in that position for a full minute while her lower abdomen slowly expanded from the amount of sperm he was jettisoning from his body. Soon, Eskella's body came down from her high and her body drooped while her mouth hung agape. Aaric continued pumping every so often to get the last of his come out. Each pump sent unconscious micro orgasms through Eskella's body. Finally done, he pulled out with a wet schlick! and unceremoniously dropped her body onto the floor with cum leaking out of her asshole like a hose.
"Ahhh! I really needed that." Aaric sighed as he flicked his dick to fling the last drops of his semen onto her broken body. "I could kill you, but I won't. No, let the people of the academy find you in this state. Let them see how weak you are. I'll let you live and you can hunt down your father as you please. But you do so with the knowledge that you can… because I let you."
Stuffing his schlong back into his pants, Aaric turned to Vette and motioned for her to come along. Vette could only nod imperceptibly and followed behind like a lost puppy. The whole scene permanently etched into her memories. To her credit, she still attempted to make light of the whole situation. Something the apprentice was glad for.
"W-well…that was tense. If I had my blasters I would've taken them out for sure." She stammered.
"Be glad you didn't." Aaric replied. "A slave rucking about with blasters in here is a sure way to get yourself killed and I would not be able to protect you. Powerful as I am, I'm still an apprentice."
"Y-yeah… sure. I guess."
"I am beside myself." Baras exclaimed dramatically as he examined Aaric's prize. "Not only did you get the Twi'lek to cooperate, but you completed the task and claimed the ancient lightsaber!
"It was nothing but a trivial task. I hope I have passed your final test, master." Aaric bowed at the forefront while Vette stayed at the sidelines unusually further away from him.
The Darth chuckled, passing the lightsaber back into Aaric's hands. "Quite perceptive of you, apprentice. Indeed if you died in this endeavor I would have automatically given this position back to Vemrin as I planned originally. However, Vemrin was not in my chamber as I instructed. I take it he sought to stop you and claim the ancient weapon as his own?"
"Of course he did," Aaric scoffed "and he failed miserably as expected. Vemrin was nothing if not consistent. I tried to let him live so he could be of further use to you, but alas his anger and pride consumed him. He would rather die than play second fiddle."
"Hmph. It is unfortunate, but inconsequential." The Darth folded his arms. "All the better that you managed to survive the task. Otherwise I would have to go through the entire selection process again. Time is too precious a resource to waste. Either way, I can procure more acolytes like him anytime I desire. I see you may indeed become one of the strongest Sith in the galaxy. Your trials are over. You are now my apprentice."
Immediately, Aaric knelt in front of his now official master. "I pledge myself to your goals and ideals, my lord."
"Rise, my apprentice. This is only the beginning." The sith Lord exclaimed. "With you as my right hand, we shall strike fear into the Empire's enemies! I must convene with the Emperor and inform him of your progress."
Striding over to his desk, he pressed a hidden button. A section of the wall at the side of the room slid open to showcase a full set of crimson armor embellished with Sith incriptions. It was truly a far cry from the one given to him by Tremel as befitting his covered status as Baras' apprentice.
"I commissioned this set of armor a while back when I started tooking for a new apprentice. It's fabric is made of mabari armorweave, complete with durasteel bracers, pauldrons and greaves." Baras explained as he extended his arm with a pass in hand. "This shuttle pass will take you to the Vaiken spacedock where you will transit from there and an Express transport straight to Dromund Kaas. Get your affairs in order, then meet me at the Citadel in Kaas city. I have transferred some credits to your account. You may use them for your personal expenses."
"I am most grateful for your gift, my lord." Aaric replied, collecting the pass and his new equipment. "Tell the Emperor I said hello."
"I'm sure he'll be thrilled." Baras replied dispassionately. "Take the Twi'lek as my gift. Do with her as you wish. If she'll be of use, by all means, take her with you to Dromund Kaas."
"Something I definitely look forward to." Aaric said as he grinned foxily at said slave. "By your leave, my lord."
Vette gulped audibly. What had she gotten herself into?
Within a day, Aaric had changed to his new outfit and packed whatever little belongings he had. Rumours wafted throughout the academy of his becoming Baras' apprentice and wherever he went, lesser acolytes stayed clear of him. Academy instructors gave him nods of approval. Visiting Sith Lords paid him a second glance. Aaric relished in the attention; his next rung to power had been achieved.
Securing the next earliest shuttle headed for Vaiken, he headed out from the academy towards the shuttle pad with Vette trailing behind him while unusually quiet. He paid no heed since he could ask her later at the spacedock. The new apprentice figured it could have been the shock of him wantonly dominating Eskella in front of her. Even he admitted to himself that it was probably a tad overboard for the Twi'lek to see as he didn't normally indulge himself fully when in the presence of others. Then again Vette was now virtually his property. He could do anything he wanted in front of her and she wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
His mind drifted to Phyne, the acolyte who attempted to bargain with him. She caught up with him earlier in his quarters as he was about to leave. It seemed she was the only one who had the sensibilities to avoid fighting Vemrin. Something that impressed him a little. Having a strong survival instinct was key to getting through the academy after all, even more so for females within the Empire. Phyne proudly informed him that she managed to gain an apprenticeship with
Inquisitor Urinth a member of the Sith intelligence operations, something which caught his attention. Thus, she wanted to express her undying gratitude in the only way she knew how.
Aaric, eager to have an agent of his own within the Inquisitorious, accepted her offer with gusto while securing her allegiance with a tad of subtle mind manipulation during their intense ragging session. He made it a point to ensure Vette stayed within sight and fully appreciated what he could do to a female. The high-libido Sith had watched delightfully as Vette blushed and squirmed awkwardly whenever he made eye contact with her while plundering Phyne's nether regions. He had plans to slowly break in his Twi'lek and get her used to the fact that one day he would use her for that very purpose of draining his balls occasionally.
The apprentice and slave pair reached the landing pad and boarded the Imperial shuttle that awaited them. The ride was quiet and uneventful. Aaric entertained the idea of making small talk with Vette but decided against it. Whatever that was bugging her she would eventually spit it out. Knowing her personality, she wouldn't stay quiet for long. The shuttle was standard military grade with no frills and barely any cushioning or entertainment… except for the human female shuttle pilot who he did not waste time getting to know more intimately during the entire hyperspace jump. Aaric obviously knew better than to sexually incapacitate the pilot when she was needed to communicate with traffic control and initiate docking procedures, not that he was incapable of doing so. So he limited himself to one cumshot down her throat… just one. When he was done he went back and sat down directly next to Vette who was sporting a shade of purple dusting on her cheeks.
Vaiken spacedock was huge even by galactic standards. As befitting its namesake, Vaiken Spacedock was the main staging area of the Imperial Fleet, and was the main hub of transport shuttles bearing Imperial servants to the Imperial capital of Dromund Kaas, the Sith Academy on Korriban, or the port city of Jiguuna on Nal Hutta. So it wasn't a surprise for one to see a heavy military presence in addition to an abundance of mostly human Imperial citizens but also a sizeable minority of other alien species who were either slaves, worked as intergalactic mercenaries or the rare free alien who managed to escape indentured servitude through other means.
The station's main level was separated into five main sections of which each provided exclusive products and services contracted by the Empire. At the center of it all was an alfresco style cantina which provided cookhouse as well as bar services. Here was where one would find the master-slave pair inside a private booth with Vette silently sipping on her smoothie while Aaric stared off in the distance and enjoying his Alderaanian ale in relative silence.
"Umm… So, hey." Vette began, which prompted Aaric to address her with a curt glance. "I've been thinking… maybe you want to take this shock collar off?"
A ghost of a smile graced Aaric's lips. Now this was going to be interesting. "Oh? And why would I want to do that, my dear little bird?"
"O-oh!" The Twi'lek sat upright while starting to think if this was a good idea after all. She smiled awkwardly. "Well… You know, as a sign of thanks for my hard work in the tomb! Not that I don't enjoy the perpetual fear of electrocution."
Aaric chuckled. She certainly did have guts. Any other typical non-Sith owner would have smited her for the sheer audacity for even asking. At least her trademark wit was starting to come back. "Oh? And you think what you've done so far is enough to guarantee your freedom?"
Vette went wide-eyed with shoch as she raised her hands in mock surrender. "Freedom?! Oh, no no no! I'm not asking for freedom. Even I know that's asking way too much! I just want the shock collar off… please?"
"Hmm, let's see." Aaric started counting with his fingers. "You figured out how to access Sadow's crypt and gave me no trouble. You handle yourself well with a blaster and you're no stranger to hand-to-hand combat, if only a little… how do I say it? 'Unrefined' I guess. On top of that, You're quick witted in both mind and body..."
Vette didn't know why, but being complimented by this young Sith made her feel relieved she was being kept around because of her skills and not because of her body.
"...and having something nice to look at won't be a problem either." Aaric finished making Vette facepalm. It looked like Aaric's libido wasn't going to go away anytime soon.
"Alright then. I'll take off your collar." Vette looked up at Aaric with Trepidation. "But it comes at a price."
"A p-price?" Vette stammered, wondering what he was up to now. "But wasn't helping you out back then enough?"
"That was different. I accepted your help and in return I would ensure that you didn't see the inside of that cell once my test was complete. You remember, don't you?" Aaric raised a brow at her. Vette shifted uncomfortably as the truth if his words started to sink in. "Baras giving you to me was something... unexpected. So this is going to a new deal between you and me. You can either accept it, or I could let you go free right here and now with that shock collar on. And you and I both know that without me backing you up you would become a slave again for anyone who notices you the moment you stepped out of this booth. An alien without credentials to ensure your rights as a free person within the empire is a surefire way of getting yourself sold to a new master who may or may not be as merciful as me."
Vette twiddled with her thumbs. She was caught between a rock and a hard place with him holding all the cards which were already stacked against her since her imprisonment on Korriban. Admittedly for all of his power and sexual voraciousness, this young ambitious upstart was logical and reasonable. He wasn't as cruel or homicidal as other Sith were. He gave credit where it was due, entrusted her with weapons albeit temporarily and allowed her to express herself a little more freely in their conversations. Between him and jailor Knash, Aaric was a gentleman in comparison. Her decision was clear.
"What are your terms?" Vette said quietly. Hook. Line and sinker.
Aaric gazed at her with hungry eyes, making Vette wonder if he was really going to commit something perverted right there and then, even if they were in a private booth. He stood and slowly walked round to her while trailing a finger across the surface of the table. "If you agree, you will stand and fight by my side as a partner, not a slave. You are free to do whatever you wish and go wherever you like, as long as I allow it and it is within reason. I will consider your advice and ask for your input when necessary. You will want for nothing as I will provide for you with all the necessities that you need, require or want."
Vette eyed him as he came closer while listening intently to the perks she would enjoy. It wasn't total freedom, but it was much more leeway that what she expected. Finally, her new master stopped directly behind her and gently placed his bare hands onto her shoulders. Her breath hitched at the contact but she relaxed almost immediately as he began to massage her sore muscles. A gentle wave of pleasure washed over her body. It wasn't sexual or erotic in nature as she was expecting. Instead, it was pure Bliss and relaxation. She closed her eyes and sighed as her body gave itself over to Aaric's ministrations.
He gently whispered into her ear. "Serve me, and we will travel the stars together. Just the two of us taking down the galaxy. In return, all I require is your body to be mine to do whatever I please. Your breasts, your arse, your sex. They are all mine to plunder when, where and how I want it. You belong to me and you will heed my every command, but I will treat you well. As far as you are concerned, I am not an unreasonable person."
Aaric's words echoed inside Vette's mind. She was melting into his touch and it was taking every ounce of her willpower to stop herself from immediately shouting 'YES!' at the top of her voice, but she didn't want to sound desperate for his protection. Nevertheless, his massage was just feeling too damn good! If this was something she could experience even occasionally on their travels, then maybe traipsing around the galaxy wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.
But then there was the issue with giving him literally free access to use her body any way he saw fit. Her experience seeing him sexually assault a woman right in front of her unnerved her to no end. But so far he had done nothing but flirt and touch her inappropriately where other slave owners may have just done the deed without a second thought. Maybe being open towards his advances would ensure she was reciprocated with pleasure for herself as well whenever he needed her services. It seemed there was nothing to lose and more to gain in the end.
"So, what say you?" Aaric asked, putting more pressure on to the knots in her shoulder.
That sealed the deal. The undoing of that particular ache in that spot unleashed a pulse of pleasure that made her moan almost in ecstasy. "Yes! Yes I'll join you damn it! Are your massages always that good?!"
Aaric grinned foxily at his newly acquired pet. He had plans for her if she said yes, not like she had a choice anyway. He now had all the time in the world to play with her, so he would slowly introduce the Twi'lek to the world of carnal pleasure in all its forms and by the time she realised it, she would be addicted to his one and only glorious meat shaft. In one swift stroke he released her shoulders and detached the shock collar from her neck.
Vette almost whimpered at the loss of his touch, but the feeling of cool air brushing against the skin where the shock collar used to be jolted her back into reality. She placed both hands to feel her neck as if to confirm that it wasn't some bad prank, then sighed in relief. She was finally free... Mostly. When she looked up Aaric was back in his seat sipping his ale and staring off into the distance as if nothing happened. A small smile of gratitude graced her lips.
"Thank you... My lord." Vette cursed herself at how awkard that sounded. She wasn't used to formalities and Aaric could see it clearly.
"None of that 'lord' or 'master' stuff whenever it's just the two of us, Vette." Aaric replied. "And you're welcome. Just remember who your body belongs too." Vette blushed at the meaning and nodded demurely.
Minutes of silence passed before the Sith apprentice spoke up again. "My name is Aaric Etherall Tritum. You may only call me 'Aaric' when we're alone. Otherwise, mind your formalities. Wouldn't want anyone to think I haven't been training my slave well, wouldn't they?"
Vette understood the hidden meaning and nodded. "Don't worry, I won't give you a reason to slap that thing back on again!
"I won't unless you give me a strong reason too. Neither the collar nor your slavery were my idea." Aaric replied.
"I hear ya. Just another day in the life of the empire, huh?" Vette shrugged. "Well I'm not in prison or collared and it's sorta miserable weather, so I guess we should… uh, what happens now?
"You weren't listening, were you? Looks like my massages feel better than they seem." Aaric smirked as Vette blushed once again. "So how about it? You and me, working together. Taking down the galaxy. What do you think?
Vette simply gave him an incredulous look. Did she really say yes to that? "What? Er, well, of course… me and my buddy the Sith. Nobody's gonna pick on me at school!"
Now it was Aaric's turn to quirk a brow at her in humour. "Uh, sorry. Let's just get going yeah?" Vette muttered sheepishly.
"Well, we still have a while before we have to board our ship." Aaric rubbed his chin then took out a bangle and a credit chit. "Wear this. It's a tracking device in the form of a bracelet that will let me know where you are and classify you as my property when scanned by security. Don't worry, I promise it isn't another shocking device. And here's some credits as well. Go get yourself some new clothes and equipment… and a shower while your're at it. You smell."
Vette gasped in exaggerated shock. "Hey! I do not smell! I'm just a little sweaty, that's all. What did you expect anyway? I hadn't had a good wash since back in Korriban!"
Aaric chuckled as he downed the last of his ale and stood to leave the booth. At least she was back to her normal chirpy self again. "All the more that you should go and have one. Now, you're free to do whatever you want with your time. Just make sure you have that bracelet on. I'm not going to rescue you if you get arrested. Meet me at the Dromund Kaas departure hall. The turbolift is at the north side of the station."
Vette nodded as she watched her master leave. She stared at the two items he gave her, then suddenly had an epiphany.
"Hey, wait a minute! This station is in space and it's round! How is there a 'north' side?!"
After leaving the booth and ignoring the quietening protests of his Twi'lek as he strode away, Aaric made his way to a secluded area of the station before activating his personal communicator. Seconds later, a holographic image of a hooded woman materialised.
"Greetings Aaric. Its been quite a while." The gentle yet authoritative voice graced his ears.
"Lady Brezwalt… It's good to see you." Aaric smiled as he greeted the current head of the Mecrosa Order.
"Indeed. It seems you are holding up well. I assume your training at the academy has been fruitful?"
"More than fruitful, my lady." Aaric proceeded to inform her about the events that transpired at Korriban including his apprenticeship with Darth Baras. He left out his mercy towards Tremel and the acquisition of Vette, though. She did not need to know and it did not affect their plans at all.
"I see. This is better than we ever hoped for." The woman grinned. "Very well. Continue recruiting agents to our cause and expanding your influence within the empire. When the time comes, the Tapani sector shall fall into imperial hands and the wretches at House Pelagia shall burn along with anyone else who stands in our way."
"Your will be done, my lady." Aaric bowed his head. I would like to request some of our artisans to meet me at Dromund Kaas. I would like my new lightsaber to be modified to my standards."
"Very well. I look forward to your next report." The holograph dematerialised and Aaric kept his communicator. Everything was going according to his plan.
When the pair finally met at the designated departure hall, Aaric was surprised to see Vette decked out in new clothes and gear. Long gone were the drab grey top and pants. Now she was sporting a black skin tight inner top with long sleeves, olive green pants and a short sleeved matching top. Aaric silently leered at how the armor plates wrapped round and accentuated her chest. Holstered by her the sides of her slender yet muscular thighs were a pair of new and identical blaster pistols; much better than the ones she had back on Korriban.
"Took you long enough." The apprentice nagged.
"Hey! I was on time. Its not my fault you came early." Vette retorted.
"Even so, a slave mustn't keep her master waiting." Aaric said, flicking her forehead.
"Ow! Okay, okay! I'll try to be early next time." The Twi'lek huffed. Having had enough of teasing his pet at her expense, Aaric turned to address the alien Duros who was waiting for them.
"Greetings, my lord. I am a Valet of the Black Talon. I have been assigned to guide you to our ship." The valet explained in his native tongue.
"Very well. Can you tell me more of this ship?" Aaric questioned.
"Of course, my lord! The Black Talon is a Gage-Class transport ship. Darth Baras has arranged a berth for you on the ship. It is reserved for VIPs and since it is an Imperial transport, it is considerably faster than even the best civilian transports. Although I must warn you that the Black Talon goes through dangerous territory, though." The Duros warned.
"Does it? Well, no matter. What's the worst that could happen?" Aaric exclaimed.
"Most probably nothing, my lord." The Duros reassured. "The Black Talon has does this run many times without a scratch. What's more, the Imperial military has been developed a new highly advanced Combat Support Droid that could provide extra firepower in a fight. So, our ship has been one of the few units given a trial model to gather data."
Aaric nodded and motioned for the alien to lead the way. Which he did with much enthusiasm. Once the airlock was in sight the Duros excused himself and the pair approached the entrance which was flanked by Imperial marines clad in their signature black and red armor. What drew Aaric's attention was the slender and shapely form of a female Imperial Navy officer who was addressing another marine more than twice her size.
"Well, tell the captain that I'll be back on the bridge as soon as I've done his errand." He overheard the officer ordering.
"Yes ma'am!" The helmetless marine snapped to attention before leaving. The pale skinned woman turned to face the Sith-alien pair as if on cue.
"Good to have you aboard Lord Aaric." She snapped to perfect attention which to Aaric's delight made her substantial breasts and shapely rear jiggle. I'm Lieutenant Sylas, second-in-command of the Black Talon. We're your ride to Dromund Kaas."
"Well met. I'm sure the ship will suffice," Aaric replied with a leer. "and I'm very sure you'll give me a good ride during the trip."
Vette couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes while the officer lost her sense of speech for a moment at Aaric's very blatant comment before attempting to gather herself again. "Ah… um, yes I am very sure we will."
"How long until we reach the planet?" Aaric continued, as if nothing ever happened. He especially appreciated female officers who preferred to keep their hair instead of shaving them off like others did. The way she bunned it up gave her the allure of a spick and span no-nonsense woman. Plus it acted as a handle for him whenever he got them to suck him off.
"Shouldn't be more than a day. The Black Talon makes this run on a regular basis without much trouble. We're primarily a transport." Sylas explained. "I should also add on behalf of everyone: It's an honor to service the Sith and the Korriban Academy. Consider yourself our guest."
"Oh, I would love if you could visit me in my berth so you could the Sith more… personally." Aaric said lasciviously.
"Y-Yes of course, my lord. If time permits" This time a faint blush stained her cheeks. Aaric snickered mentally. Hook, line and sinker! "Anyway, I won't keep you further. When we arrive in the Dromund system, I'll have you informed. In the meantime, your droid's in the conference room. We picked it up with the upgrades from Geonosis; when we docked here, it mentioned your name."
Droid? That caught his attention. He owned no such thing. "My droid? You don't mean the combat support droid the Duros valet had told me about?"
"Ah, no. It's a messenger droid. The machine asked for you, so I assumed you were the owner." Sylas explained, equally dumbstruck. "My mistake. Either way, it's in the conference room down the hall for your convenience. I'll be on the bridge if you… need me."
"And you, soldier! When you're done playing honor guard, get back to your post. This isn't a luxury yacht." The lieutenant scolded with a little more volume than necessary.
"Yes ma'am!" The marine replied. As she left, Aaric noticed how the woman was adding a little more sway in her hips. Oh, he was definitely tapping that ass later.
"Wow… What. A. Bootlicker! Did you see how much she was sucking up to you?" Vette exclaimed as they entered the ship and strode down the hallway.
"Oh, I see it just fine. Soon enough I'll be having her sucking me off instead." Aaric winked.
"Ugh… are you always trying to get into women's pants?"
"Is that a real question or was it rhetorical?"
"Nevermind, forget I said anything."
Just as Sylas had said, the pair found the droid on standby mode when they peered into the conference room. Once they stepped in, its visual sensor lighted up and looked their way as if scanning them.
"Identity confirmed! Good day. I am advanced protocol unit NR-02. My functions are diplomacy, translation, manslaughter and calumniation. I have an urgent message for you from my master. He is on the line now. Please stand by for delivery." Said the droid.
"Manslaughter and calumniation?" Aaric narrowed his gaze as his fingers twitched towards his lightsabers. "What makes you think I care about what your master has to say? If I didn't know better, I would say you were here to assassinate me instead."
"Yeah, what makes you think so you bucket of bolts?" Vette joined in with hands on her hips. Aaric turned to her with a deadpanned expression, while the Twi'lek mouthed a 'what?' in reply.
"I assure you that killing you would be against my programming and I am certain you will be most interested when has finished briefing you. Anyone traveling through Imperial space must listen to my master." The corner of Aaric's brow twitched. This droid was surely lacking in the 'diplomacy' part of his programming. Before he could stop it, the droid had already done the deed. "This is unit NR-02 to Grand Moff Kilran. You are now in contact with the Black Talon."
Blast it! Aaric cursed when he heard the name. Of all people it had to be him. I have to be careful or I'll get backed into a corner. Or maybe I already am.
The holographic projection of said person appeared in front of them; Decked in full military garb and sporting a ugly scar that graced from one side of his cheek down to his neck. "Well, so I am. And it seems you've brought me just the person I've been looking for."
Aaric scoffed. Seems his disposition was more arrogant than he gave him credit for. Then again, he wasn't the empire's best tactician for nothing. "You've been looking for, you say? What an honor. I just left Korriban but I don't think I've even earned a name for myself yet. Let alone garnered the attention of the Butcher of Coruscant."
"I see you've been well informed. But a mere acolyte defeating an academy Overseer is not small feat, though." A triumphant smirk graced his scarred face as Aaric stared back impassively. On the inside though, he was panicking… just a little bit. Damn it! He said 'defeat', not 'kill'. Nobody knows Tremel's alive but me. If he knows what I think he knows then I better tread carefully.
"I'm a man of courtesy so I'll go through the standard pleasantries anyway." The Grand Modd continued. "My name is Rycus Kilran. Commander of the Fifth fleet, second to the Minister of War, and of course as you've already mentioned my personal favourite: The Butcher of Coruscant."
"Well met, Grand Moff." Aaric replied stiffly, then observed something interesting. "Hmm… Something wrong with the hologram? Or is your face supposed to look like that?"
Vette's body shook as she tried to stop herself from laughing out loud. Unfortunately, his jab at the Moff's looks didn't faze him one bit. "The scars? Oh they're just an old gift from a Jedi friend. I barely notice them anymore. Anyway, enough with the small talk. Its time I brief you on why you are here."
Aaric opened his mouth to interject but Kilran had beaten him to it. "Six hours ago, the Republic engaged in an illegal border skirmish on the edges of Imperial Territory. One enemy warship escaped. That warship, named the Brentaal Star, is carrying a passenger of vital strategic importance. Yours is the only vessel placed to intercept."
Aaric quirked a brow. "Is it now? If I'm not mistaken you're probably out of luck. The Black Talon is a transport ship, not a destroyer. You can't really expect a Gage-class transport to take on an enemy warship?"
Kilran chuckled. Oh how naïve this little sith was! "I don't believe you're right. Let me explain. The warship's passenger is code-named 'the general'. We don't know his identity, but the Republic believes he possesses military secrets. Our military secrets."
Aaric cursed once again. If the situation was this critical then any other admiral would have also sent in a transport in desperation. But if he had an exceptional Sith of which to use to his advantage… Shit! Then this makes this ship more viable to carry out this mission. Damn it! I have to shake him off!
"I trust the reports. The general must be captured or killed." Kilran ended with an air of finality. "Captain Orzik, the man commanding your transport, doesn't share my enthusiasm. He's disobeyed my orders to attack. Feel free to show him what the Empire does to cowards. Then commandeer his ship, find the Brentaal Star and deal with the general."
"You are asking me to hijack an imperial ship, make an unauthorised change of course to skirmish with a combat-ready vessel using a said ship, a company of marines and a squadron of starfighters?" Aaric summarised with a deadpan expression. "A very enticing balance of odds, good sir. But I'm afraid I must decline. My master, Darth Baras, has strict orders for this ship to get me to Dromund Kaas with utmost speed. I believe the commands from one of such high standing as him would outrank even yours, Grand Moff."
Rycus, however, shook his head as smiled as if making light of the Sith's efforts to thwart him. "Oh, I can sympathize. But I'm sure I can convince Darth Baras to forgive a bit of tardiness. Mark my words Apprentice. The general will be dead or in custody by day's end. If he's not, I assure you… your ship will never reach port. Cheerio!"
The projection cut out before Aaric could protest. Aaric breathed slowly and balled his fists as he tried to keep his temper in check. This was utter suicide! But he had no choice. Either he took the chance and tried to complete the mission, or never reaching Dromund Kaas in one piece. Suffice to say the former was a more appealing choice.
"I will lead the way to the bridge. Once Captain Orzik is deposed and our hijacking is complete, we may proceed to the Brentaal Star." The protocol droid exclaimed, much to his annoyance. He could just destroy the droid right there and then, but it was most probably bugged in order to keep tabs on their progress. Aaric turned to see Vette sporting an annoyed expression.
"Well… Shit." Aaric sighed.
"You just had to jinx it didn't you?" Vette groaned.
"Quiet, you." Aaric scoffed. "Lead the way, droid. Let's get this over with."
"Excellent." The droid beeped. "Then I will proceed."