Javyar's Cantina
Canderous Ordo
The gang war had settled down by the early morning. Brejik's disrespect for the old ways had seen the Vulkars wiped out in a single night. It didn't leave Taris any the less short of weaklings who thought themselves important. He knew that in a standard solar week that one of the weaker gangs would fill the new power vacuum, and Davik would just let it happen like before. The crime lord was getting complacent with running his unlawful kingdom. It was only a matter of time before someone else saw the coming opportunity like he did.
Canderous drummed his calloused fingers on one of the nicer worn-down tables. Sitting in the far back of a private booth he kept an eye on everyone coming and going. Javyar's had avoided the worst of the action. Thanks to the nearby Hidden Bek's base drawing the worst of it. A few new blaster marks near the entrance but the same old crowd enjoying their choice of poison. They had survived the fighting, giving them a reminder to enjoy life while they had it. He was itching for a real war to give him that same feeling, and the jet juice he was nursing wasn't helping.
His adrenaline was still pumping like a youth after their first kill. He needed to calm down before discussing his suicidal plan. One of the resident whores by the bar caught his eyes. A Devaronian with bright red skin, and two long curved horns unlike most females of her species. Which she flaunted proudly on a shaved head. She felt his eyes and smiled flashing her demon like pointed teeth. Familiarity with his purse brought her over with a simple nod of his head. Not a word said as she crawled under the table.
She clicked her dangerous teeth together in a smile up at him. Making him smile and his cock twitch. She pressed her cheek up against the bulge rubbing it affectionately before freeing it. Letting his mainly cock out to thump under the bottom of the table. Covered in thick veins and healed scares, a few matching the teeth that grazed it now under the lips that kissed down his length, Canderous' cock was fit to belong to him. He only tolerated her foreplay for a minute. Letting her tongue adore his sensitive flesh, making it slick with her drool. Working her way down to his base where she tenderly squeezed his balls. Taking a deep huff of his scent making her already red face turn redder still.
Canderous grabbed both her horns and yanked her head roughly back. Making her laugh before smothering the sound with his girth. Used to such rough handling her throat quickly relaxed. Only letting the finest points of her teeth scratch him as he put inch after inch. The Devaronian let herself be used, gagging on his cock, letting it bulge out her throat. Roughly face fucking the she devil was enough to distract him. Canderous could forget about everything that bothered him for a small moment.
In the beginning there was plenty of action to be found in taking out Davik's competition. Filling the void left after a sixteen-year campaign against the Republic. Just three years after bringing it to heel and he was reduced to being a petty gangster's attack hound. Now he wasn't even that anymore. Only being brought out to frighten cowards by what he represented. If this went on, he would rather be put down. Then to go on to become just an old relic that annoyed green eared youths with his repeated war stories. That was if Davik even kept him around that long.
Since his most recent work didn't require him to pull a trigger. Davik figured that justified a cut to his purse. He was getting out from under Davik, and off this backwater planet. With the help of the so-called Mysterious Stranger that just walked in. She came alone, spotting him all the way in the back over the crowd, and took a seat without being asked. Brave, astute, and in control; All the things he needed in a woman. She was making her judgements on him as well. Her eyes sizing him up like she already knew what he was going to propose.
She gestured to his friend under the table, "Are they part of the offer?" Canderous grinned, "No, just getting my pleasure before business." Slamming down some credits on the table loud enough for his whore to hear, Canderous let go of her horns. She slowly slid off his length, but suddenly slammed back down to his base. Gagging loudly and fighting to get off.
"No need to pay a slut before they've finished working.", The Stranger smiled. Her boot to the back of the whore's head keeping her gagged. She violently struggled for a second biting down hard around his base. The pain excited him, but he had to threaten to hit her to save his third leg from being mauled.
"Good little girl.", The Stranger purred, "That's it. Just focus on milking him and you'll get those credits." There was something in the Stranger's voice that resonated in the air. Tears in her once fiery eyes his whore relaxed growing placid. Focusing on getting what little air she could through her noise. She went back to finishing him off with the Stranger's boot off her head. Deep throating him rapidly, even faster than before. Her warm slick mouth squeezing his size to the point of climax. Canderous gripped her horns holding her face in place as he came down straight into her stomach. Like a true professional she didn't spill a drop.
After collecting her credits, with a few extras tossed in by the Stranger, she left the two alone together. Canderous needed to steady his breathing. He hadn't come like that in a long time. The Stranger just kept her sabacc face. Giving him time to recompose himself as he put his cock away. All he could was sigh, "Well that's one way to break the ice."
She smiled easily, "I've always found breaking whores to be the best way."
"I saw you in the swoop race. Very impressive. You seem like you know how to get results. That's just the kind of person I'm looking for."
"What does one of Davik's muscle want with me?", She asked. He gave her an ugly smile, "When I stared working for him and the Exchange; they promised me a fortune to work for them. Hours aren't great, but I have nothing better to do. Mandalorian mercs like me are in high demand. But lately Davik hadn't been paying me what he promised. I don't like getting cheated, so I figure it's time for me to break the Sith quarantine." There wasn't any surprise that slipped her mask. She just sat back in her seat with an inauspicious glance at their surroundings.
"Now how do you plan to do that?"
"I've got a plan to escape Taris, but I can't do it alone. I need someone I know who can get the job done to help me. I can't count on anyone who already works for Davik. That's where you come in." She nodded for him to go on.
"I saw you win that swoop race, and I started thinking. Anyone crazy enough to race like that is probably crazy enough to break into the Sith Military base. I need someone to steal the launch codes from the base. Without those codes any ship leaving the atmosphere will be disintegrated by the Sith fleet's automated defense guns."
The Stranger gave him a smile at being called crazy. Not missing a beat, "You got a ship." He paused, and she understood, "You can get a ship?"
"Here's the deal: you bring me those launch codes and I can provide the vehicle to get off the planet, Davik's flagship, the Ebon Hawk!" The Stranger didn't lose her mask. She hummed thinking while picking off a bottle and cup from a passing service droid. Pouring herself a drink she said, "That's a hell of a deal, but I'm still waiting to hear the how. The military base is going to have tight security. I have a pretty skilled slicer, but they're not that good."
"Getting in won't be easy. Like you said, it would take a-top-of-the-line astromech droid to slice through their encrypted security system. Lucky for you I know just the place to get a droid like that. Davik had one custom built by Janice Nall. Just tell her I sent you, and she'll sell you the droid. Then you can use it to get the launch codes form the Sith base."
She glared at him catching what he hadn't said, "Davik was already planning to steal the launch codes." He didn't blink, "And I'm the one he put in charge of the job, but everyone knows who I work for. If I was seen leading the theft they'd send an army down on Davik's estate to get those codes back."
She sipped her drink, "So, you're outsourcing, but what promise do I have you won't just kill me after getting the codes."
Canderous glared right back pounding a fist on the table. His rough graveled voice low in the dark bar, "Look, I don't like working with strangers either, but we don't have much choice. I can provide the ship, but not without your help. You can get me those codes, but you won't get the ship without my help. We need each other."
The Stranger leaned forward bringing her eyes under the light. He didn't expect to see such a beautiful history of violence in them. Mandalorians could always tell by someone's eyes how much fighting they'd seen, and hers were… Vast like the ever-expanding blood pooling on the battlefield.
"Okay Canderous.", Her whisper went straight to his brain. Making his skin rise-up in little bumps. "You've got a deal." The Stranger got up and threw down enough credits to cover both their drinks. Before he could argue she cut him off, "You'll pay for the next round. On the next planet, Canderous." He watched her leave without looking back. Not a single ounce of worry in him that he had picked the wrong person.
Sith Military Base
Bastila Shaun
The little droid, T3-M4, worked diligently at the front door of the base. Beeping and trilling little tunes as it made progress. Aria had immediately taken a liking to the little droid. Bastila recalled in her reports on Revan, that the Dark Lord was a skilled mechanic with an interest in droids. It seemed that the enthusiasm for such things had survived in Aria. While the amnesiac Sith examined the droid, and gushed over its build, Bastila barely followed along. Such interests were not for the Jedi.
At the moment the three were the only ones out front of the base. The regular force seemed to still be in the lower levels cleaning up after the gang war. However, if anyone saw them now, they would only see two Sith Soldiers and a little droid. Aria had begun explaining where she had acquired the disguise, but Bastila quickly ended her tale of crashing a Sith party when it became clear how the story was leading to a sexual nature. She didn't much like to think of it. Wearing the enemy uniform already felt gross and wrong enough as is. The tight body suit constricted too much around her. Hopefully they could avoid any fights. The heavy armor would only get in the way of her ability to fight with the force.
Stealth was their primary goal. Aria's acquired band of helpers had all volunteered. Two guards watching a droid perform maintenance was believable, but four plus a Wookie would draw too much attention. Even though she was in charge, Bastila had to argue that she should be the one to come. She still had her reservations about this plan.
"Do you really trust a Mandalorian to keep his word?", She asked glancing around.
"I do.", was all Aria said.
Bastila kept her voice low, "Why? His people sacked countless worlds in their conquest. Their a brutish clan that only thrive on violence."
Aria didn't give her worries much concern, "I don't think he's getting the opportunity to sack anything stuck here. Right now, this is our best shot, and if he's stupid enough to betray us. Then he'll pay."
The little droid made a noise Bastila couldn't understand, but Aria did. Praising the droid's on with its work.
"Vwwop!", The little droid announced as the doors unlocked. Aria gave the little droid a pet on its head, "Good job little guy!" T3-M4 beeped happily at the praise. It was wrong the way that Aria was so kind to the machine.
"You don't have to praise it. It's just a droid."
She could feel Aria roll her eyes behind her helmet, "Ignore her T3. She's clueless when it comes to exemplary machinery."
Bastila chided her, "You know every Jedi builds their own lightsaber."
"Yes, and it's really helping us get these codes.", Aria pointed out making Bastila bristle. The former Sith had a knack for getting under skin. She needed to rely on basic Jedi meditations to calm herself more and more.
Aria checked her blaster taking the lead once more, "T3, and I are going in to drop the rest of the security. You keep a watch out here for us."
"Fine.", Bastila took the command. More than happy for a moment by herself to calm down. "I'll give warning if we have any unexpected company." Taking up her guard as Aria entered with T3-M4. Leaving Bastila alone as the doors shut back.
For a moment she was left alone. The Jedi awkwardly gripped the blaster necessary for her disguise. It hadn't been long, but she sensed something had already gone wrong. Bastila found the doors locked again when she tried opening them.
'Blast! What is that Sith doi-Ah!' An embarrassing phantom stimulus came over her. Blushing bright red under her helmet as legs grew weak.
'What is going on in there!?'
Aria Vecet
Walking inside Aria only found a single secretary at the reception desk. The Twi'lek woman glanced up from her computer. A pretty one with healthy green complexion and plump purple lips. Dressed in a snug non-military dress uniform that was stretched thin at her chest. The Sith forces were a xenophobic lot. While they would work anyone to the bone. Aliens couldn't consider themselves true Sith. If she had to guess the Secretary had been forced to maintain her position when the Sith took over.
The Secretary furrowed her brow sensing something was off.
"I don't recognize you. Why are you here Soldier?"
Aria gestured to T3-M4, "I'm a recent transfer, and I'm escorting this droid while it performs security updates. It'll only be a few minutes. You can take a break while it's being performed."
The Secretary cocked an eyebrow crossing her arms, "Mhmm that's not the protocol. Just because I'm a pretty face doesn't mean I'm stupid. You have three seconds before I call in security."
Aria almost thought it was funny how quickly the Twi'lek had seen through her disguise. Aria bet that if the Sith had her out looking for them they would have been caught a week ago. The secretary was already reaching out to call in back up.
"Wait!", Aria held out her hand, feeling a physical resistance in the air as she pushed, and to her surprise the Twi'lek did. The Twi'lek seemed to freeze mentally for a moment. Quickly shaking it off but now a little foggy behind the eyes. Aria recoiled her hand unsure of what had just happened.
"Why should I?", She asked frowning. Sounding a little less decisive than she had been before. Aria had no time to waste wondering, but to press her strange found luck.
"Because like I said, I'm supposed to be here." Aria felt something in her voice. A low phantom vibration that hadn't been there before…right?
"N-no. I don't recognize you…This isn't protocol.", She sounded confused now. Doubting what she knew to true just because Aria said it. "You're wrong. This is the new protocol." It was like she was speaking directly into her head. She could hear her voice echo inside the Secretaries' skull.
The Alien pinched her brow shaking her head slowly before repeating it, "This…is the new protocol."
Bastila's words from the night before came back to her. About her theory concerning their so-called luck; The Force.
'Am I?' Aria pushed out her hand again, "This is the new protocol. You have nothing to worry about. You know me." She could feel the wave of her suggestion crash into the woman. The Twi'lek dropped her hand blinking slowly before looking back at her. Confusion disappearing into a friendly smile. Repeating her words back at her as the hypnosis succeeded. The secretary stood up from her desk. Allowing T3-M4 to connect to the access port.
While the astromech worked on infiltrating the system, Aria was contemplating Bastila's now proven theory. For one, why could she do this only now? After a whole life conning, and charming, she had never had such a hypnotic effect on someone like this. The Secretary's eyes were dull and empty as she smiled fondly. Aria waved her hand in front of the woman's face but got no reaction.
"Vrr!", T3-M4 trilled grabbing her attention.
"Good job T3. You know what to do. Access all security cameras. I want a full account of Sith troops on base." She looked back at the secretary. Curious about the limits of her suggestions. Pointing to the chair, "Pull that out for me."
Like a service droid the Twi'lek obeyed. Aria stroked her chin not yet sitting down. Eyeing the Alien's uniform stretching bust. "Your uniform and bra are too constrictive. You need to take them off." Shifting uncomfortably the Twi'lek again repeated her words, sounding a little breathy, before stripping them off. Ripping the buttons off her top as she tore her shirt open. As if it had suddenly become unbearable to wear for another second. Unclasping the lip stick matching bra, which failed to contain her breasts spilling over, and sighing with relief as if she could breathe again as her tits dropped down.
"That's so much better!", She massaged her massive breasts. Aria bit her lip, becoming distracted. Her fun with Canderous' little friend under the table had left her horny, and she hadn't the time to deal with it all day. It wasn't the place, and someone could arrive any second, but she was already locking the doors down. Taking off her helmet Aria sat halfway on the desk. Pretending to look unimpressed with the chair.
"You know… I don't think that chair looks comfy enough. A cute face would really make it more comfortable."
The Twi'lek blushed a dark green hue. The buds of her breasts stiffening between her fingers as she spoke, "You can sit on my face."
She positioned herself, sitting on the floor just in front of the chair. Leaning back her head on its edge. Wantonly opening her mouth and hanging her tongue out without Aria suggesting it. Aria quickly lost her pants and stood over it, enjoying the slutty display. Then she sat straight down onto the woman's face. Burying the Twi'lek's noise right into her ass crack. The Secretary didn't fight it. Only rubbing her thighs together as Aria made herself comfortable. Wiggling her hips so that her new seat was pressed as close as possible to her. Happy to let her full weight rest on her mind-controlled slut.
T3-M4 beeped for her attention, his task complete. Aria went over the information. Finding it easy to concentrate while using someone as furniture. Like it was something she'd done before. Which didn't sound odd, but…She couldn't remember ever doing it before. Aria pushed it out of mind as she focused on how to deal with the nearby enemy. T3-M4 had discovered the location of the codes. They were only on the Governor's private terminal located at the top of the base. The droid had also found plenty of Soldiers still in the base. Far too many to fight. Along with turrets lining the halls, combat droids, and a beefy assault droid with RFID scanning software guarding the elevator up. Even if they didn't draw attention from the Soldiers, the base's inner security would stop them. Thankfully she could solve all their problems right here.
"Let's start with reconfiguring the patrol droids and all turrets targeting software." She wiggled against her seat, "And you can start using your tongue." A muffled sound answered, and Aria blushed feeling the Twi'lek obey. A skilled tongue working across her sex and savoring it as if it was the most delicious thing ever tasted. Making it wet as the tongue pressed in. Stretching itself as far inside her as it could reach.
"Hungry fucking Bitch aren't you.", Aria wiggled her hips on her new chair. Eliciting a stifled moan in response from it, and then a whine as Aria lifted herself up.
"Enjoy the chance to breathe. I'm not giving you another chance until your lungs are burning, and you're kicking for it.", Aria spread open her ass cheeks.
"Yes Mast-", The Twi'lek was cut off by the full weight of Aria's ass crashing violently down on her. Aria sighed as her newfound slave diligently went to work eating her ass.
'I could get used to this.', She thought as she brushed her fingers against her wet pussy. As she did Aria commanded T3-M4 after the droid finished its task. Next was priming the power terminals in all the rooms containing Soldiers to overload. As she worked with T3-M4 to make sure they would all go off at the same time, her chair kept tongue fucking her asshole. Aria fingered herself to a quickly building high. Getting off on using someone she just met like this while plotting a wicked massacre.
The Twi'lek's legs were vigorously rubbing together. Her skirt hitched up them. Revealing some lacy black panties. Aria bit her bottom lip staring at them. Studying how they clung to the lips of the alien's sex. She ran her digits faster against her own. Playing against the pink folds as she grinded harder against a hungry mouth. The tongue rolling around her ring happy to be used to the point of asphyxiation. The Secretary-turned-chair was beginning to run out of air. Her body began to jerk and kick out. Trembling like Aria's thighs as she attempted to stay under her.
Aria enjoyed watching the sexy green legs kick out under her. The more she fought, the more her tits bounced up and down.
"Not yet.", She chided her with a husky voice. T3-M4 trilled that everything was set.
"Not yet.", She moaned out. Letting her finger trace around the command trigger. Aria waited what was sure an agonizing minute for her air deprived chair. Still working obediently to bring Aria to the edge of her climax as her lungs burned. Aria trembled all over as she finally pressed down on the button. The base shaking explosion rivaled her own internal satisfaction. Distant blaster-fire provided a backdrop to her afterglow. Those that survived were now being put down by the reprogrammed droids and turrets.
Aria weakly raised herself up off the Twi'lek's cum drenched face. She could almost drink in the confusion and fear radiating through the walls. The Twi'lek gasping for air slumped down to the floor. Passing out after being used so intensely. Aria used the discarded woman's shirt to clean herself off. Unceremonious tossing it over the used slut after she was done. T3-M4 powered down all the remaining security while Aria pulled her pants back up. When Bastila was finally allowed in Aria had expected indignation from the Jedi.
Instead, the Jedi didn't say a thing right away, but Aria could see it in the way she moved. She could even taste the frustration and…shame. Bastila just pretended she didn't notice the Twi'lek.
"I don't know what you did, but you shook the entire building. I'm surprised it's still standing. You remember we were trying a covert operation?"
Aria quickly explained why the plan needed to change. She smiled putting her helmet back on, "Now we just need to worry about the Governor. He shouldn't be too much trouble for the two of us."
T3-M4 chirped, and she corrected herself.
"The Three of us. You sure you're ready for a fight T3?" From hidden components the little droid sprung out two concealed blasters. Trilling a happy war cry.
Bastila sighed setting her blaster aside, loosening the heavy armor off her blast suit, and drawing out her lightsaber, "A blaster totting droid, and a scoundrel. I put my faith in the Force, but it has provided the oddest of companions. Very well. Let us finish and be rid of here. The sooner the better."