Knights of the Old Republic

Black Vulkar Base

Bastila Shaun

Her cell didn't offer much liberty for recovery. With her wrists chained to the roof of it and the neural dampener making it nearly impossible to collect her thoughts. A prisoner of the crude low lives who had welcomed her after her pod crashed down. Surviving the surprise ambush and the landing had left the Jedi in a defenseless position. Lightsaber missing and disoriented from the crash Bastila found herself captured. Still both mental and physical restraints wouldn't stop the effects of her training. Bastila retreated into the teachings of the Jedi. Searching out with the force and gathering her strength for when the time would be right.

Her mind grew clearer by the day. Bastila observed the going-on's of her criminal abductors. Learning she had become a bartering chip in some idiotic gang tournament. It explained the attire forced upon her, tight wet black leather clinging around her body. The cat suit with its slave markings was unbefitting for a Jedi. The black coloring only being offset by the silver zippers strategically placed at her breasts and around her crotch region. She saw herself reflected in their lustful gazes; Saw the future once promised by the Dark Lord and thanked the force it had not come to be.

It still haunted her dreams of how close it had happened. Revan wouldn't have such need for a cage or a tool to cloud the mind. The Dark Lord's command over the force would have been a tighter leash on her than any physical means. The only fact that scared her was knowing Revan had survived the attack. Bastila had felt it even before overcoming the neural dampener. Seeing flashes of the violence the woman committed. Chilling sensations numbly running over her person caused by phantom stimuli both violent and sexual. In the last few hours it had been the former. Her muscles flexed in mimicry. Feeling the invisible weight of a vibroblade in each hand. Hearing the cacophony of spilt blood carried by the screams of the dead in her ears.
A cold feminine voice broke through the violence, "I think we need to readjust the dampener on our friend here."

Bastila recognized the cold eyes studying her as those of an assassin. The hired killer had installed herself as the gang leader's bodyguard. "You're getting paranoid Selven.", Brejik's condescending tone oozed with immaturity.
"I got paranoid a long time ago. Reason why I've outlived everyone else in my field."
Brejik brashly got near her cell. Opening it without fear and lifted Bastila's limp head up. Studying her glazed over eyes lost into nothing. "It's just Republic propaganda how strong the Jedi are, but she'll serve just fine as a token of strength."
Her lightsaber was clasped to his belt alongside a master key. A single second would be all she needed to break free, but that was the hasty move of a novice. Bastila knew her strength hadn't recovered enough. She would be gunned down trying to escape from the heart of their base.

So she would wait for the time they would move her. The force would guide her when it was time to act, and it was quickly approaching. The ripples of the force plainly foretold of it. Everything was already in motion for her to escape. Selven unfolded her arms. Placing her hand a blink away from her holstered blaster. Ready to use it on someone whom to outside observation was completely harmless.
"You give away just how naive you are, but I've seen what these Jedi are capable of."
"Pssh, you're a riot Selven, but if it'll make you feel better." Brejik snickered closing the cage back. His good mood was short to last as the alarms went off.
He ran to the security cameras, "What the hell! It's coming from the garage area! Why were our alarms delayed? Why hasn't Kadon called in reinforcements yet!"
Selven study the blood bath on screen, "Found him…"

The lieutenant was dead in a pool of his own blood along with his bodyguards.

and the prototype accelerator they had stolen from the Bek's was missing.

Hidden Bek base

Mission Vao

They were welcomed back with total surprise. She knew none of them expected little Mission could have done the job. She saw the disbelief on Zaedra's face who probably thought it was some kind of trick.
"You can't fall for this Gadon! I bet this is one of Brejiks tricks.", she openly called accused them of being traitors. Mission expected her to be a bitch, but after what they had just survived, she wasn't going to take it. The young Twi'lek was ready to hit the older one. However, Aria shot her a glance that commanded restraint.
Aria spoke loud enough for everyone in the base to hear them, "I don't fault you for your caution, but I doubt he would be so callous to throw away all the lives we just ended."

A wave of murmurs surrounded the party. Zaedra scowled at them not believing it, "Brejik's lieutenant was always surrounded with bodyguards. What proof do you have?"
Mission had enough. She stomped her foot, "Damn it Zaedra we almost got killed ten times over accomplishing what none of you could do, and you're pulling this! You want to know what really happened? Kadon begged us to turn traitor like that schutta Brejik. He kept trying to sell how little this gang respected me, and maybe he was right, but that didn't work. So, you can either believe us or FU-"
"Mission!", The Hidden Bek's leader interrupted Mission mid strid as she was raising a fist, "You don't need to say anymore, and Zaedra is going to do the same." Zaedra tried to interject, but Gadon warned her again.

Only Gadon showed any faith in them, and that seemed good enough to put the rest of the gang at ease. Mission was too heated to pay attention to the conversation. Just catching the surprising turn of events that Aria was going to be the one racing tomorrow when Carth objected out right to the idea.
"Wait she's going to what!", Mission turned to Big Z who growled she heard right.
Carth repeated himself, "It's totally crazy!" Aria drummed her fingers against her thigh seemingly unsurprised at the request, "Is it any less than anything else I've done so far?" She said with a crooked smile before agreeing to it. The Beks had to work overtime to finish setting up for the race, and demanded the two newcomers stay the night.

Aria ended up bunking with Mission, and Carth with Big Z. Mission's heartbeat was racing at the sudden arrangements.
'She's entering the Season Opener!? She's spending the night in my room!?' Almost in a daze, she led her down the halls to her room. It wasn't anywhere near the other rooms shared by gang members. Nestled away to keep the unofficial member far from everyone else. Not too large, it at least had its own private bathroom. "It's uh- not much, but it's home." Mission suddenly became hyper aware of the impression it gave. Multiple Pazaak decks, and slicing tools lined her shelves. A few hand sized holo's projecting snapshots of her life on the mega city world interspersed throughout it. Old dueling ring posters with the faces of Starkiller, Ice, and a brand-new fan-made one of her roommate for the night. Her clothes were scattered everywhere. Dived into two piles of mostly dirty, and somewhat clean. Thankfully none of her sex toys were out in the open. More embarrassingly none of her underwear scattered around was even impressive, just plain utilitarian boxer briefs and sport bras.

Aria paused standing in the middle of it all saying nothing. Alone now with the star subject of her last few nightly fantasies. The awkwardness set in fast. Quickly beating out the long list of things Mission thought she wasn't going to survive that day. Then Aria began to laugh like she had been holding it in. Wiping a tear from her eye she smiled at Mission breaking the uncomfortable ice, "You were going to beat the shit out of Gadon's little attack dog weren't you."
Mission blushed, "I would have too! She's always been like that."
"I got the impression.", they laughed. Everything was suddenly okay, excluding the smell. Crinkling her noise Aria sniffed and gagged at herself, "Is there a burn pit I can toss all my stuff into?" No one smelt like roses after a general trip through the underground, after braving gameroan filled sewers, a rancor pit, and several fire fights through a gang base, there was no way to salvage anything they had worn. "There's a trash chute, but-"
"Thanks.", The woman wasted no time stripping off the destroyed gear she wore. Mission stumbled over herself for a second unsure if she was really seeing someone hot get naked.

Mission tried to avert her eyes, "Ah-uh…You can go ahead and use the shower first."
Aria bent over pulling her pants off, "Can it only fit one?"
Mission covered her eyes with fingers she peeked through, "N-No. There's room for more."
"We can share then. Mission, I'm not letting you stay in these clothes another second. Now hurry up"

By the time Mission had her vest off, Aria was already shoving the last bit of her clothes down the chute. Mission nervously kept glancing feeling like she was getting away with something. Apparently, she had been a smuggler, but the powerful build of her body would make Mission mistake her for a soldier. There were little nicks, faded scars that painted a blurry history of action. A few fresh bruises dotted her arms as well as her back. Mission had never seen someone fight like she did. Growing up on the lower levels she had seen plenty of up-close brawlers, a few martial artist types too, but nothing like the hyper lethal brutality Aria dished out. It didn't matter how many Vulkars outnumbered them. There had been spots where Mission was too scared to even take pot shots. Aria on the other hand had run straight in showing no hesitation with blaster bolts focused on her.

"Do I need to help you?", Aria was too close breaking her out of the train of thought. Mission shot her eyes to the floor shaking her head quickly, "N-No. I got it." Aria smiled and walked on past her into the little shower room. The sound of running water came on, and she could hear her step inside.
'Okay this is actually happening.', hurrying up Mission got rid of all her ruined clothes. Practically skipping her blue ass into the shower. The woman waiting for her was letting the water run over her head. Letting it carry off all the grime and sweat that had accumulated over the day. She stepped aside, letting Mission join her. With a little excitement Mission got as close as she could with leaving space between them. Usually, the water never got hot enough to be enjoyed, but right now it feels perfect. Soothing muscles she didn't know she had. She made the mistake of relaxing, and her legs almost gave out.

The Twi'lek felt herself begin to fall and started to curse, but her hero caught her. Quickly putting a strong arm around her back, pulling their naked bodies together. Mission's head pillowed by Aria's soft warm breast. Blushing madly, she tried to apologize. However, a comforting hand stroking her back stole her ability to speak.
"You're okay.", Aria hummed as her hand seemed to magnetically steal all the locked in stress from the blue girl. The physical contact felt too good to want to break away from. No one had held her like this in…never. Mission realized this was a first.
Shyly she asked, "Can…can we stay like this for a little bit?"
"Of course. You've done such a good job today. I wouldn't have been able to do it without you. So just relax and I'll take care of you.", her voice was honey like.

Mission liked the praise. She liked feeling Aria's hands tenderly rubbing up and down her back. The girl wrapped her arms around the older woman's hips.
It was embarrassing, but she asked, "Can you please say that again."
"You did a great job Mission." The Twi'lek sighed happily letting herself melt. Liking how Aria's hands weren't shy in handling her body. Massaging knots, she didn't even know she had, out of her tense muscles. They started out high and kept going lower. Her heartbeat was in her ears as they glided over her hips to her bottom. Aria pawed at her ass, gripping it with no shame, pulling her ass cheeks apart. Mission softly groaned and buried her face into the cleavage.
Aria's voice sweetly poured into her brain, "Do you want me to stop?"

Mission nervously chewed back the words she feared could ruin the moment. Past relationships had been cut short by them. So instead, she just shook her head, "I like the way you hold me. No one's held me like this in a long time."
Aria's honeyed voice sparked more serotonin, "Let me correct that crime. You deserve to be spoiled." Her hero did just that. Scrubbing her body fully from head to toe with nice smelling soap. Making it nice and soapy. Massaging her scalp with a rub down that reached down into her anxious brain. Having her body handled so sweetly was enough to make her scared it was all a dream. Making her sigh as Aria took procession of her all. Playing with her sensitive breasts, coaxing her breathy moans out. Catching them with a kiss that Mission drowned herself in. Learning the flavor of Aria's lips, her tongue that danced with hers.

Breaking away only because she began to choke on the talented fingers between her legs. Toying with her wanton sex welcoming each digit playing across her folds. Fingering the young woman while speaking low in her ear, "You know Mission. I can't help but to bully cute girls like you." Aria teasingly sank her teeth down Mission's neck bringing an explosion over her body. "I always reward good obedient girls, but Mission I have to warn you. Sometimes I like to be cruel to them just as much." Her husky voice was melodic to her ear, "I like to hurt them especially when they've been good."

The threat turned Mission on again. She wanted to be punished so badly it made her heart skip a beat. Ever since watching the match against Ice, Mission had been fantasizing about being her bitch every night in bed. Aria was finger fucking her so good all her shame disappeared. The words were coming out of her faster than she could think, "That sounds fun~ Mommy can do whatever she wants to me. Hit me, choke me, I even got a slave shock collar you can use on me!"
Only hearing what she said after it was out of her mouth. Bringing a shameful heat to her face. Mission covered her mouth with both her hands.

"Mommy?", Aria repeated the word testing it out as she wrapped a hand around Mission's throat. Squeezing tightly digging her fingers into her neck. Mission moaned gasping for air. Going lightheaded and becoming even wetter than she thought possible.
"I can be your Mommy."
Wetter. Fuck she wasn't even able to make a sound, but her shallow quick breaths.
"Are you going to cum for your Mommy?"
Mission was starting to see spots.
"Don't be shy baby. Cum for me."
Her whole lower body flexed and trembled, only able to stay up thanks to the grip around her slender neck.
"Cum for Mommy, Bitch."
Mission came so hard everything went white. Pleasure rocked her body like an exploding star. Doubling over as all her muscles flexed at once. Her pussy squirting as Aria kept playing with it. Dragging out her finish as long as she could. Only letting Mission breath once the orgasm came to an end.

Mission gasped for breath still seeing spots. Drunkenly kissing the hand that had choked her. Taking Aria's beautiful face in her hands she pulled the woman into a deep kiss. Still shaking from the aftershocks tremoring all over her body. Wishing she could kiss an echo matching the pleasure given to her back into Aria. They moved out of the shower, to her bed. Sharing in the comfort of their weight pressed together. The duelist champion pushed out her chest. Aria cupped her breasts up to Mission's kissable lips. Tracing her pink nipples over them inviting her to suck on them. Mission opened her mouth, letting her tongue hang out and lick them, enjoying the way the teats felt over her tastebuds, and latched onto one. Sucking on one nipple and then the other. Running her tongue over both making them stiffen up in her hungry mouth. She heard the woman giggle as she stroked her head.
"Goooood girl."
"Mmmmm~"

Aria cooed and moaned lightly as she got greedy. Biting and pulling them between her teeth. Pulling a satisfying whine from Aria's throat the harder she did it. Then she sank her teeth hard against the pink areola wanting to leave a bite mark. Bringing a deep throaty moan out of Aria's sexy mouth. Mission quickly kissed the marks of her bite, and sighed relaxing into the woman's bosom.
"Happy Mission?", Aria stroked her lekku causing pleasing little jolts to dance through her brain every time she did it. The question made her feel bashful and she laughed.
"I'll take that as a yes.", the warmth in her voice was so comforting. A quality she hadn't found on any level of Taris. Outside her small room was a cold treacherous world that just battered you down each day, but right now in her bed she was laying satisfied and safe. Beryl blue skin brushed against porcelain cream.

A small seed of doubt reared its head and she needed to ask it.
"It doesn't weird you out?", She already regretted asking.
A tiny hum, "What?"
"The er…Mommy thing. I know it's weird."
Aria's nails trailed down her back. Drawing out all the tension wherever they traced over. Causing tingles to spread out down her lower body where the fingers danced. The woman chuckled, "If it's weird than I'm weird. Hearing you call me that did something to me. So, call me that to your heart's content." Mission had to kill the urge to squeal and settled with kicking her feet up in the air.
"Thank you.", She reached up, their nipples pressing into each other, and kissed her.
"Thank you, what?", Aria demanded.
Mission wasn't ever going to stop blushing, "Thank you Mommy~"

Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest at what Aria said next, "You've been a very good girl for Mommy. Don't worry, I'm going to take such good care of my little girl."
They kissed long and hard. Mission devoured every chance at tasting the joy Aria's lips brought her. She wanted her to never stop. Wiggling her hips at how good Aria's lips tasted. "Good girl.", Aria pushed Mission off her and straddled the girl. Giving her kisses starting at her cheek. From there starting a trail of kisses to each of Mission's breasts, being sure to get a squeal out of her by biting down on each, and down her stomach. Mission almost couldn't believe Aria was going between her legs. Kissing her thighs sweetly leading up between them where she tasted her excitement. Mission immediately began to tremble as Aria licked her pussy. Spreading Mission's sex apart with her tongue running over the dark blue folds. Needing to hold onto Aria's hair to due to the pleasure.

Aria's skilled tongue was bringing her to the edge very fast. It found her most sensitive spots, and repeatedly played with them. Circling her clitoris to the point it was almost too much, but then moving back to the spots that made her muscles involuntary flex. She couldn't control her breathing or her voice. Aria's tongue prodded deeply inside her pussy. Covering her mouth with one hand, Mission tried to stifle her own voice. Afraid that somehow it would leak out to the rest of the base. "AhhhAAAHhhhh Please Mommy I'm so close~AAAhhhh!"
Mission saw white again as Aria brought her to a second climax. Doubling over as all her muscles flexed at once. Aria kept eating her throughout her orgasm. Devouring the taste of her work like she was trying to make her cum a third time. Only relenting after she got her fill of Mission's juices.

She was still seeing stars in her vision as Aria asked, "Did Mommy's little girl enjoy that?"
Her voice too was weak, still rattled by the aftershocks of the intense orgasm. Only able to repeat the soft breathy phrase, "Thank you Mommy.", hoping she could be understood. Aria wasn't done with her yet and sometime later that night they needed to shower off again before finally getting any sleep.