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The Celestial Inquisitor

Chapter 19: Aayla's Fall

– Aayla Secura –

Trying to stop the shakes, she cursed her captor as she heard footsteps approaching her cell. She hated her time here, trapped in the dark cell. She hated the way her body sweated and shook as it craved the drugs she was being subjected to. Warpstone, he'd called it. She hadn't known anything about such a substance, but she'd learned all too much about the withdrawal effects.

She hated the way she perked up when the footsteps stopped, eager for her meal and the green seasoning that came with it. She was a Jedi Knight, a war hero who had fought against the Sith for years. Her mouth watered as the slit opened, letting a sliver of light leak into the room, but her food didn't come as a pair of golden eyes looked in at her.

It wasn't the usual girl, but she remembered the gaze from her first day here. The Sith had come for her.

She hadn't missed that the other Twi'lek had been giving her less and less of the green dust each meal, and whatever it was, her body demanded more. Her connection to the Force felt so blurred, her body so uneasy. Yesterday, she'd been given none of the dust at all. All a part of his experiment, she guessed. Her body hurt to move, and the darkness around her seemed to swirl and whisper to her as she tried to focus. It was only her Jedi training that allowed her to keep her sanity at all.

"You aren't looking so good, Knight Secura," he finally spoke, getting a tired, uneasy glare from her.

"Bastard," Aayla replied, making him laugh. "W-what are you doing to me?"

"As I said before, this is merely an experiment in Warpstone and the effects of Warpstone addiction. You may not realise this, but I've been examining your body while you sleep to test you for any long-term effects," he explained, getting an angry look from her. "It seems you're fortunate. My rune upon your skin has successfully held off the worst of the effects. My other subjects didn't tend to survive without… considerable mutations. Many I had to put down because they'd been driven utterly mad."

She just glared at him, her mind racing as he calmly unlocked her cell and opened it for the first time. Standing before her, the Pureblood Sith smiled proudly as he examined her naked body.

"W-what?" Aayla asked, hating how weak she sounded as he simply watched her. She didn't try rushing him, not trusting herself to even stand after a day without any Warpstone. She still had a slave collar on, and the Force had seemingly abandoned her.

He reached into his robe, pulling out a glowing green triangular token. Instantly, her eyes locked onto it. Her pupils dilated, the hunger amplifying as she stared at the stone in a desperate need.

"Follow me," Sarik ordered, turning and leaving as she hesitated. She shouldn't… and yet she couldn't stop herself from following him on shaky legs. Her cell barely gave her room to stand, let alone move, so this was the first time she was able to stretch her legs in however long she'd been in captivity.

She was in no position to fight, and he knew it. She hated him, but her body disobeyed her as she eagerly followed after the warpstone. He gave her little attention as he moved through the twisting corridors of what seemed to be some kind of palace or castle dungeons.

As he entered a room, she followed behind and froze at the sight before her. A large bed with red sheets was in the centre of the room, and a collection of toys was on the wall. A sex dungeon.

"I've decided that I've learnt enough about the effects of Warpstone addiction. Your experiment has come to an end," he explained, making her head snap to him as he smirked at her. "That said, there's a lot I could learn from the effects of warpstone withdrawal. How long would you last once I cut you off?"

Her heart pounded weakly because she already suspected the answer. It had been a single day, and already her body felt like it was rebelling against her, sweat coating her form as spasms wracked her body.

"U-unless?" Aayla asked, hating the desperation in her tone.

"Warpstone isn't cheap, but I suppose we could come up with some arrangement for you to earn your meals," he agreed, making her clench her fists in anger at his smug expression. "Call it a part of the tests… just how much does the proud Jedi Knight want her daily warpstone? I never did introduce myself, did I? I am Sarik, Apprentice to Lord Zash."

He was only an Apprentice?

Her eyes never left the Warpstone, which he was fiddling with. He was tossing it into the air and catching it, playing with it as he rolled it along his fingers and tossing it between his hands.

"So, Miss Secura… care to help me find out just how addictive this stuff really is? You know, I've been watching Lord Zash for the same effects as she willingly ingested some of this stuff, but so far, I've seen none of the effects that you have shown," Sarik explained, his tone casual but interested.

She was a proud Jedi Knight, someone who had dedicated her life to fighting the Sith and their like.
"W-what do you want from me?" Aayla asked, her voice weak and defeated. Her eyes couldn't leave the Warpstone, no matter how she tried to look away. Her body ached for it, her hands shaking as she had to stop herself from rushing him and trying to snatch it away.

"Hmm. Let's start easy, shall we? Your kind are known for your skill in dance, so why don't you put on a show for me?" Sarik asked, gesturing to a pole. "Ah, but you can barely move. I'll show mercy on you and give you this as a… gift. Kneel and open your mouth."

He held the warpstone out, and her eyes flickered from it to the pole. She wished she could say that she put up a fight, falling to her knees before him as she opened her mouth eagerly.

"Stick out your tongue," Sarik ordered, watching her obey as she panted, the warpstone so close that she could smell the strange, tingly scent. She knew she looked obscene, and Sarik didn't hesitate to take a picture of her. A naked Jedi Knight on her knees with such an expression.

Sarik grinned and then broke off a tiny piece of warpstone and placed it on her tongue. She swallowed it instantly, her entire body shuddering as that familiar feeling ran through her veins. It wasn't enough, and she lunged for the rest but Sarik just kicked her back.

"Ah-ha. None of that," Sarik scolded, a smug smile on his face. "Still, I suppose I could be convinced to part with some more. Why don't you convince me just how much you want it?"

She tried to muster up some defiance, but her gaze lowered to his crotch. How far would she go for that cursed substance? Too far, clearly.

"Slow down, let's not spoil things by rushing to the finish," Sarik teased, seeing where she was staring. "Use your words, girl."

"P-please, Sarik," Aayla started, hating him and hating herself all the more as she pressed her head against the floor, right by his feet. "J-just a little more, so I can focus. I-it's so hard to do anything with the fog in my mind."

Where was her pride? Where was the serenity that the Jedi tried to embody? As she debased herself, begging at his feet, she felt neither of them. All she felt was the need, her lekku twitching as she stared up at him in desperation.

As she pleaded, he broke off a second piece and tossed it to the floor a couple of feet away from her. She didn't hesitate, scrabbling for it as she grabbed and stuffed it into her mouth, her body shuddering in satisfaction.

Sarik took a seat in a well-positioned chair, a smile on his face.

"Now, Miss Secura. Time to earn today's supply. Dance for me," Sarik ordered, gesturing to the pole. He intended to treat her like a stripper on Nar Shaddaa, but she just moved over with a shamed expression.

She had been saved from slavery early enough that she'd never been taught how to dance like this, but Jedi were extremely graceful, and shaking her ass on a slightly raised stage was not a hard task. Physically, at least.

Inside her, a war waged. The Jedi Knight tried to remind her of the code, of her duties and pride, but the addict demanded she dance for her supplier. It shamed her that the addict sounded so much louder.
Sarik started some music, and she moved in time to the beat as she swirled around the pole. The warpstone coursed through her body, heightening every sensation as her bare pussy ground against the pole, her breasts bouncing as the cold breeze tickled them. His gaze was intense, and she almost stopped when she saw a small camera drone recording her debasement.

But in his hands was a bag filled to the brim with warpstone. Promise of payment if she impressed him. It filled her with disgust as she gyrated and swayed, shaking her blue ass at him for his enjoyment. He could see her dripping pussy, the way her dark blue nipples were hardened, and he simply smiled.

She was pathetic, a junkie debasing herself for her next fix.
And yet… his gaze felt good, sending shudders through her body as he pulled out his large red cock and slowly stroked it to the show. It was all so wrong but, clouded as her mind was, the voice reminding her that she was a Jedi was so quiet over the thumping of the music.

"Let's say a pole dance is worth… half a token," Sarik decided, making her eyes widen. "I'll make it a full one if you make it a lap dance."

He hid the bag, knowing she wouldn't be able to resist as she moved from the stage, crawling to him on her hands and knees. His cock was out as she began her dance again, lowering her ass into his lap as she shook it with desperate movements, blue booty rubbing against his hard red cock.

Sarik reached around, groping her breasts as she rubbed her ass against him, but she didn't resist. What kind of Jedi was she, letting a Sith grope her without complaint?

Spinning around, she mounted him as she rubbed herself against him, her breasts pressed against his head as he enjoyed her dance. The promise of more warpstone egged her on, her muddled mind desperate for more of the green stone. His cock grew slippery with her arousal as she dragged her pussy lips along it, shame fading as he took out another stone and placed it in his mouth, between his teeth.

The invitation was clear, and she captured his lips, feeling him break them into pieces with his teeth. Her tongue hungrily sought the pieces, her body shuddering with each retrieved piece. He swallowed some himself, even as her tongue tried to retrieve them. The combined sensation of the warpstone and his cock rubbing against her sent her mind into a pleasured frenzy, shuddering as she came.

"That will be enough for now," Sarik decided, making her blink as he moved her from his lap with the Force. Even his very connection to the Force felt tainted by Warpstone, the sensation tingling across her entire body as he pulled out another token and tossed it to her.

She swallowed it instantly, without a single thought otherwise. The feeling of the warpstone flooding her body sent her into a trance, her mind expanding as she felt herself connected to something greater than the Force. She had no word for it, feeling her mind and soul race through the ethereal plane, but all too soon, she was dragged back to her senses.

"You saw it as well, didn't you?" Sarik asked, making her look up at him, panting desperately.

"What is it?" Aayla asked, making him grin.

"The Warp," Sarik replied, a grin on his lips. "Your Force Sensitivity seems to help you sense the Warp when you're ingesting Warpstone. Interesting. How would you like to earn a little more?"

"What do you want?" Aayla asked, making him chuckle.

"Just another show. Move to the bed, I want you to play with yourself," Sarik ordered, moving the chair to the edge of the bed as he sat down again. She didn't hesitate, still experiencing the high as she moved. She had been expecting him to fuck her, so this seemed so small in comparison.
Even as the camera continued to record her, she played with her breasts, one hand stroking her pussy at the same time. The heightened sensations from the Warpstone made her touch feel divine after a day of withdrawal.

"Here, use this," Sarik said, tossing a cylindrical object to her. She caught it, her reflexes returning, and froze as she recognised the silver object. Her lightsaber felt light, making her realise that he'd taken the crystal out, but she didn't need to turn it on for this as she replaced her fingers with the thick cylinder.

Sarik just watched, a smile on his face as he watched her pump the lightsaber into her pussy with increasingly frantic movements. He even put his cock away, just enjoying the show as she felt herself cum around the large metal weapon.

It didn't take long to bring herself to completion, and once more she was rewarded with another chunk of warpstone which he tossed to her.

"Good girl. This is your new room, Aayla. I even provided you with some clothes, like the kind master that I am," Sarik explained, his words barely noticed over the sensation of the Warp flooding through her body. "I was going to recommend you ration your warpstone tokens, but this works out better for me in the end, anyway."

Again, she was too lost in the Warp to pay attention to him, losing consciousness as her mind explored the infinite reaches. As she returned to her senses, she had no idea how long she had been gone but it was long enough for Sarik to have departed, leaving her on the bed.

She found several new marks upon her body, similar to the rune he had claimed protected her from the worst of the effects, but one mark made her shudder. Upon her right breast, the unmistakable symbol of the Empire was tattooed onto her skin in menacing black ink.

And yet, despite the degrading mark… her eyes locked to a single small piece of warpstone that was left on the bedside table. As she chewed on it, she knew that the next time he came, he wouldn't be satisfied with her dancing… but the prospect of earning more warpstone made her shudder in anticipation.

– Sarik –

100cp granted. 100cp total.

Aayla is a special experiment at this point because I've been using the rune to amplify her addiction and draw her mind closer to the Warp. I really do want to learn more about Warpstone, especially now that the Cult of Sazen is mining it for me on Taris.

Moving to another cell, I open the door and walk inside with an easy smile as the figure inside stiffens. Naked and blindfolded, Elara Dorne is bound to an interrogation chair. As far as she knows, this is the first time she's been approached. I've been plundering her mind for Republic codes and tactics, which were put to great use in taking down Cheketta.

"Hello Lieutenant Dorne," I say, making her frown.

"Sergeant Elara Dorne, Personnel Number 22-795 under Service Code 37-R of the Republic Military. That's all you are getting from me," Elara corrects, her imperial accent blatant despite her turning coat. I can taste her fear, she knows the cruelty of the Sith and how traitors are treated in the Empire.

"Cute," I reply, running my hand up her leg. She stiffens at my touch, my fingers sliding along her toned thigh and up her stomach to her breast, but she remains silent. "But I'm afraid you're mistaken."

"Sergeant Elara Dorne, Personnel Number 22-795," Elara repeats like a mantra, feeling my hand on her modest breast, but I just chuckle as I move around so I'm standing behind her, placing both my hands on her head.

"Ah, Elara… this isn't an interrogation," I say, getting to work as she starts to thrash, a scream leaving her as I delve into her mind with far more power than usual. I've used her for what I wanted her for, so she's expendable now… but that doesn't mean I can't find a use for her.

Before, I was patiently sneaking through her memories, seeking information. Now? I'm ravaging her memories as I use my power to warp her mind and history. It's another test to see if such a thing is possible without killing the target.
It's similar to an infamous technique that was used on Darth Revan, where the Jedi Council suppressed his mind and personality to make him their tool. This isn't quite the same, as I am merely… making a few modifications to her memories, but the idea is the same.

Humming to myself, I continue my ravaging of her mind.

– Elara Dorne –

Standing aboard the Phantom, she waited for her commanding officer to arrive.
As Sarik entered the room, she saluted crisply before placing her hands behind her back as she stood at attention.

"Sir, Lieutenant Dorne, reporting for duty," Elara reported with a steady tone as he took a seat. "Following the completion of my recent mission, I have been assigned to the Phantom for further orders."

"Oh? Report, Lieutenant," Sarik ordered, resting his head on his fist. His posture was far more relaxed than any officer she'd served under before, but it was expected. He was a Sith, he didn't need the structure of military protocol.

"Yes, sir. I was assigned to an operation within the Republic to retrieve valuable intel on their operations and to look for an opportunity to damage the Republic from within. Upon the successful sabotage of the Olaris Reclamation Base's defences for your attack, the Republic will assume I died in the fighting. I have several years of experience in search and rescue from my time with the Republic, and I am an experienced field medic and marksman," Elara reported immediately. "I have extensive experience in both Imperial and Republic codes and protocol and can coordinate any forces you have working under you on future operations. May I say, sir, it is an honour to be assigned to such an efficient commander. Your tactical devastation of Taris and swift annihilation of the Balmorra Resistance is a credit to the Empire."

"What are your duties from now on?" Sarik asked, clearly testing her as she raised her chin.

"To serve under your command, sir, in whatever capacity you desire. My duties are whatever you deem them to be, sir," Elara reported, watching as Sarik smiled at her swift and accurate answer. She was merely a soldier assigned to serve a Sith. It was her duty to serve him in whatever way he wished. It was an honour that she'd been personally picked for his crew, and she didn't plan to shame her family or the Empire by failing him.

"Well spoken, Lieutenant. You're a rather beautiful woman, Elara. Remove your uniform," Sarik ordered, making a hint of a blush colour her cheeks. Despite the abrupt order, she dutifully removed her imperial uniform with efficient and swift movements, standing before him in just her undergarments. "Technically, Lieutenant, your underwear is also a part of your uniform," Sarik reminded, making her curse herself for not realising that. Meeting a new commander was always stressful, but Sarik didn't punish her for failing as her plain sports bra and matching grey panties were removed.

Standing back to attention, she placed her hands behind her back and faced forward as Sarik examined her body with an expert eye. He walked around her, reaching out and giving her buttocks a squeeze as she forced herself to remain calm during the in-depth examination. Her traitorous body did not make it easy as her nipples grew hard at his tender touch, her pussy growing damp as he slid a finger inside her.

"As you know, Lieutenant, we Sith are creatures of passion. Passion itself strengthens me. As such sex is a necessity for me to function," Sarik explained easily, making her nod. "During your time under me, you will be expected to assist in that matter on a regular basis, will that be a problem?"

"No, sir. I am at your command," Elara reported. She was sure some more foolish soldiers might take offence, but it was both her honour and her responsibility for her to aid her commander in every way she could. Why would serving him in the bedroom be different from the battlefield? She'd sworn her loyalty and service to the Empire, and her body was his to use as he deemed fit. It was why his ship was almost entirely crewed by women, for the sake of efficiency as every crew member could serve as both a member of the crew and a source of passion.

"Bend over the table, Lieutenant. I wish to test my newest underling," Sarik ordered, watching her move to the metal table and bend over it with a crisp movement, her breasts pushed against the cold surface as she spread her legs. Reaching back, she grabbed her buttocks and spread them for him, exposing her pussy and anus to him. "Good girl."

He parted his robes, pulling out his manhood as he moved behind her. The large phallus slapped against her buttocks for a moment before he pulled back and thrust into her with a single movement. In an instant, every inch of his impressive shaft was inside of her body, thankfully taking her vagina instead of claiming her anus, as she was ill-prepared for such a rough anal pounding.

"Happy to- ahn~ happy to serve, sir!" Elara replied face down as he pounded her tight pussy from behind with powerful thrusts. His cock was rock-hard, splitting her cunt in two as she clenched down on him. She'd never bedded a Sith before, but she could tell that it was unlike sleeping with a lesser man as he teased her body to a rapid climax, eyes rolling back as her new commander made use of her body for all it was worth. She was right at the edge, but she knew what she had to do first. "Sir! Permission to cum, sir!"

"Such a good girl, so dutiful. Tell me, Lieutenant, how does it feel to be used by your new commander?" Sarik asked, slapping her buttocks and making them jiggle as he continued to pound her.

"I- ooh fuck- it's an honour and a privilege to be able to serve you like this, Sir," Elara reported, stifling a moan as she tried to force her climax away. She hadn't been given permission, after all. "I hope you find my body a satisfactory tool for your pleasure. Your phallus is magnificent, and this is a rather enjoyable- hnng~ enjoyable duty, sir."

"Permission granted, Lieutenant," Sarik mercifully said, pleased by her attitude. It was all she needed; her eyes rolled back in her head as she let out a scream of satisfaction, her body convulsing as her pussy clamped down on his massive cock. Sarik didn't leave her alone in her pleasure, slamming into her with a grunt of his own as he graciously deposited his seed directly into her womb. Pulling out of her, he moved back into his chair with a proud smile as she panted. "I think you'll be a fine fit for my squad, Lieutenant. Now, get that ass over here and ride me. I want to see those breasts bounce, Lieutenant."

"Sir, yes, sir!" Elara replied, moving quickly so as not to disappoint her new commander.

– Later –

On her knees, she saluted as Sarik stroked his cock and pushed himself over the edge. His seed spurted onto her face and breasts as she kept her eyes and mouth open, catching some of it in her mouth which she immediately swallowed before opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out again.

"Well done, Lieutenant. A wonderful start to your career under me," Sarik praised, finally going soft as she beamed. It was important to make a good first impression on your commanding officer. "I've decided that you will be the Phantom's medic and communications officer. I expect great things from you, Dorne."
"I won't let you down, sir," Elara replied instantly, feeling his seed leaking from her anus and vagina.

"First, however, I'd like an in-depth after-action report on your performance in this first assignment. I want a report on how many climaxes you experienced, how many times you made me cum and through which methods, and where you think you can improve," Sarik ordered, making her nod immediately.
This was an unorthodox assignment, but she was an officer, and an AAR was expected of her after any mission. Just because she was serving on her back didn't mean she could neglect the rest of her duties. The idea of writing a report on her sexual performance sent a strange shudder through her, but not an unpleasant one. Even now, she tried to tally up how many times she had cum from his domineering use of her body.

"Yes, sir. I'll prepare a written report asap. Should I assume you'd like an… oral report while you read it?" Elara asked, making him chuckle.
"You learn fast," Sarik praised, getting her to straighten up and stick out her chest in pride. She may have been doing good work during her time in the Republic, but she was glad to be back with her rightful masters.

She was an Imperial citizen, and as such, her place was right here, on her knees before her Sith masters.

– Sarik –

Leaving Dorne to her report, I chuckle. Dorne left because she hated how Imperial protocol would be abandoned the moment a Sith said so and refused to take part in the atrocities my kin ordered. Now, she thinks she left on a secret assignment and sees the Sith as her rightful master.

Her mind is very much fractured, but I've filled in the fractures with me. I am her commanding officer, and her only focus is to obey me and my every whim.

Feats Achieved: 'Recruit' Elara Dorne (100cp), Fuck Elara Dorne (100cp), Corrupt Aayla (100cp). 300cp granted, 400cp total.

"I have to admit, I'm impressed. Elara has been 'reinstated', but she holds no power despite her rank," Mara explains, making me nod thankfully. I mostly wanted to get the death mark taken off her so she didn't get attacked if I took her outside in Imperial space. "You said you wanted to show me something?"

"I've come across a certain necklace that is, quite frankly, incredibly cursed. My power claims that it will cause misfortune on a downright divine scale to whoever gets it, and those close to them," I explain, making her eyebrow rise as the golden necklace appears in my hand.

"If you wanted to get me a courting gift, I'd recommend something less likely to kill me," Mara jokes, making me laugh.

"I'll keep that in mind. I also gained this," I say, pulling out the Sling Ring. "A ring capable of making a portal. Normally, its range would be limited to places I've been, but with the Beholder chamber…"

"You could drop the necklace… anywhere," Mara says, making me nod as she catches on.

"You seem to enjoy the Beholder Chamber, so I was hoping to get your advice on where to deliver my present. I was thinking of targeting a high-ranking Republic target. I can reclaim the necklace once its work is done, so even if it gets found and locked away by the Jedi, we can get it back," I explain, making her hum in thought before she smirks.

"Oh, I've got the perfect person. That is an incredibly beautiful necklace," Mara says, making me nod. It's allegedly made by a God of Crafting, after all. "And I know a certain woman who wouldn't think twice if she found it in her chambers. Did you know that the Supreme Chancellor has a wife almost thirty years younger than him?"
"Is she by any chance a vain woman who loves shiny things?" I ask, making her smile grow dangerous.

"As it happens, she is. If she found that in her chambers, she'd likely assume it was a gift from an admirer," Mara explains. "Even if it doesn't take out the Chancellor, the chaos would certainly distract him at a time when the Republic can't afford a distracted Supreme Chancellor. Alternatively, we drop it off in Hutt territory and watch the cartels tear themselves apart over it. The curse probably wouldn't even need to do anything for them to start killing."

"The Hutts can wait. For now, I'd like to hit the Republic while they're down," I say with a grin, making her nod.

"I'll use the chamber to locate her and find the best time to drop off your gift," Mara promises, a sly grin on her face. "Though, a warning, Sarik… the Emperor's attention on you has not gone unnoticed."
"I assume the Republic are catching on that I'm more than just an Apprentice?" I ask, making her laugh.

"After Balmorra? Absolutely. You may have let Lachris take most of the fame and, therefore, the heat, but your name is already floating around, thanks to your plagues. That's not who I meant, though," Mara admitted. "You've had more attention from the Emperor since your graduation than most of the Dark Council have had in years… and more than his own children have had. Darth Vaylin, the Emperor's only daughter, arrived on Korriban and started demanding information about you. In the nicest way possible, Sarik, Vaylin is unhinged and incredibly powerful. I don't know what she wants with you, but prepare yourself. You have the one thing she wants more than anything else: the Emperor's attention. Whatever she's scheming, it's going to be a problem."

…wonderful.

"What does the Emperor have to say on this?" I ask, making Mara laugh again.

"Exactly nothing. He's simply sitting back and waiting to see what happens. Whatever happens with Vaylin, don't expect him to get involved," Mara admits. "Just a warning, she left Korriban, but I don't know where she was going. She doesn't seem to be headed for Taris or Balmorra, and her sensitivity in the Force is incredible. She sensed me trying to watch her and lashed out. By the time I broke the connection, I had blood leaking from my nose and ears."

"Understood. I'm not sure how much I can prepare for what sounds like a living natural disaster, but I'll see what I can do," I say, making her nod easily as she turns and leaves. She's not one for goodbyes, and I spot her slinking back into the Beholder Chamber.

[Taisha of the Outsider] - 400cp, 0cp remaining

Prayer and worship grant power to the Kami, and now you have a Shrine which speaks of your virtues and holds prayer. This Great Shrine is a property which you can summon into the world unobtrusively. It will gather people who are like-minded to you and slowly develop a pseudo-religion if you don't have one of your own already in place, if you do, they will practice that instead of making their own. This has several benefits. Firstly, the prayer of those who follow your way, you need not be a god, will embolden your form, allowing you to survive on the prayer alone and granting you virtual agelessness as long as the prayers keep coming from at least one like-minded person. Secondly, prayers can be stored away and tapped into as a potent reserve in the case of divine magics and supernatural abilities.

How convenient that I already have a cult. Sure, they serve Ki as their living goddess, but they've already started to adapt their worship to include me since I'm her master. With a thought, I drop that onto Taris since my Statue is currently there.

Survive on prayer alone, huh?

– Vette –

She was grateful for Sarik giving her time with her family, not that she didn't realise that he was also just busy. Her family hadn't believed her story at first, and she supposed it was unbelievable. Being rescued by a legendary pirate and then ending up with a Sith who had freed her and made her into his apprentice despite her lack of Force powers.

But she had convinced them that it was all true. She was a free Twi'lek on the winning team with skills that made her valuable. More importantly, she had convinced them of something else as well.

"Ce'na, I've been a pleasure slave on Nar Shaddaa since I was fifteen," Tivva replied, making her nod in acknowledgement. "Trust me, I've done far weirder. If you think this is the best way, I'm up for it."

"Are you sure he'd want this? I'm an old woman, Ce'na," Diida said, making her look over at her mother. Diida was a broken woman after years of brutal slavery that had broken her will and her body. She was glad Jansa had killed her mother's old master, seeing the state she was in. Force, she'd have asked permission to go to Tatooine and kill the bastard herself if Jansa hadn't done it.

It was a true sign of how scummy the Hutts were that the slaves of the mines rejoiced at being owned by a weird demon working for a Sith over being owned by Whuddle the Hutt. She'd spoken to Jansa, and the merchant seemed offended at how inefficiently the mines were being run because why work your slave to an early death when you could keep them healthy and get decades more out of them?

"Trust me, Sarik will want this. He has a thing for Twi'leks, and a mother, daughter, daughter foursome is the best present for him," Vette promised. She didn't mind them calling her Ce'na, but she didn't feel like that was her anymore. Ce'na was a scared little girl, and Vette was a deadly assassin. "Again, this is totally optional. Sarik promised to hire you as maids with a good wage no matter what."

"You really like him, huh?" Tiiva asked, making Vette blush slightly. "I figured Sith would be more… lightning and torture."

"Sarik can be that if he's crossed. Don't mistake his kindness for weakness. Those who serve him well get rewarded equally well, and those who betray him get lightning. Trust me, I thought the same when I was given to him, but Sarik isn't a monster. As long as you don't outright betray him, he's patient and understanding, even when you fuck up," Vette explained fervently. "Sarik is going places, and I intend to go with him. Stay on his good side, and you'll have an easy life from now on. I promise you that."

"Serving a single client from now on wouldn't be so bad," Tiiva admitted. "I needed to get out of that club. Toobu bought some new, fresh young Twi'leks, and my income was dropping. If Jansa hadn't bought me, I don't know what Toobu would have done, but I've seen other dancers disappear when they stop earning enough and heard stories about what happened to them."

"I don't have long left, girls. I can feel it. I don't know what is going to happen, but I want to spend what time I have left with my daughters," her mother said, making Vette look at the gaunt woman again as her anger grew. Fucking slimy Hutt bastards. Diida should have decades left, but she'd been worked to the bone, and it had aged her beyond her years.

"You're not dying, not any time soon," Vette swore, making Diida blink. "I didn't get you back just to lose you, and Sarik can work wonders. Trust me, you'll see."

She needed him to put those fancy runes on her mother. She'd seen the way they affected the Nikto cultists and seen even the sickliest Nikto be returned to their prime without issues. Sarik could save her mom again, and wouldn't he want his maids to be at their best?

Diida didn't seem to believe her but didn't call her out on it. At the end of the day, anything was an upgrade over her time in the mines. Twenty-hour shifts of manual labour, compared to that, sleeping with her new boss was a blessing.
You could take the collar off of the slave, but in the end, Diida had been in slavery for so long that she couldn't comprehend being a free woman. Tiiva wasn't the same, but Tiiva was also pragmatic enough to understand that banging her boss was a good way to stay in his good graces, and Sarik was more handsome than her usual clients.

As for her? After everything Sarik had done for her, convincing her family to indulge in a familial foursome with him was nothing. In truth, she'd grown to love the hedonism and debauchery that came from serving him. Taunt was rapidly becoming good at apologising for her betrayal, but she had to wonder how talented Tiiva was after her years of servitude on Nar Shaddaa, her mind drifting to increasingly degenerate thoughts.
Diida may be old, but once Sarik worked his magic, she'd still have plenty of life left… enough for Sarik to give her a new sister or two. Her mind provided her with the image of her, her mother and her sister all bloated with Sarik's babies, and her pussy throbbed in need. She'd be surprised if she weren't pregnant, given how many times Sarik had creampied her.

For now, she continued to plan her surprise for him. Oh, who was she kidding? Nothing she did was a surprise for Sarik and his stupid, sexy, big brain.

— Quest Section —

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Author's Note: This is just a side chapter to show Aayla and Elara's training.

Marethyu's Note: I vote for option -5

Written: 17/01/2025

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