Jaina Solo - Training for a Hutt

 Here you are. I have completed my first story in quite sometime. 

Jaina Solo is charged with providing intel on the Hutts and their intentions. When she discovers that the new head of the clans only desires her submission. Will Jaina submit to his training or will she resist?

Jaina Solo - Training for a Hutt

“As you know, Colonel Solo, from the end of the war with the Vong until now The Hutts were essentially under siege. Now, three years after the end of the war, they are beginning to make a nuisance of themselves once more in areas that are not wholly regarded as theirs.” The General speaking to Jaina was one she was unaware of, but that wasn’t new to her. In the three years since the end of the war, there had been so many retirements and advancements that it was hard to keep track. She was even offered an advancement to General herself, but she declined, citing her responsibility as a Jedi among other things as reasons.

This General was slightly taller and rounder than the average Sulleston. In a well-tailored suit, he had greeted her in the command headquarters in Coruscant with a likability that spoke to good personal skills. Jaina liked him from the moment she saw how he handled and talked to his staff. They had secluded themselves in a rather large conference room that overlooked the vast city-planet. Still recovering itself from the war there were green splashes all over but the machinery and the hum of the capital that Jaina knew well before the war was starting to return.

“Yes General. The Jedi Order has been trying to keep an eye on Nal Hutta and the Smuggler's Moon Nar Shaarda. Getting informants on the moon is no problem, but all attempts to get any kind of reliable communication from the Hutt homeworld below have been fruitless. As it was during and before the war.” Jaina answered as the General nodded his head in confirmation.

“Yes, and normally we wouldn’t concern ourselves with even these minor infractions into other areas, but the Hutts have become more insular, better organized, and seemingly more united than before since the war. Their overtures into other areas have been into areas they haven’t been known to be involved heavily with in the past. Their spice operations, slavery and mercenary operations are still there but they are making inroads now into agriculture, research and development, and a lot of other categories. All seemingly under one leader, which is a complete departure from the clan system,” the General stated.

“Well, that’s not such a big leap, General. They had to diversify their operations in the war's wake and there was always a dominant clan within the Hutt hierarchy.”

“Yes, and this is what concerns us. If the system they are using for governance has changed even slightly to allow the dominant clan more power, then we are in trouble and I hesitate to say you must of all,” the General sighed.

Jaina could feel that there was something in his mind he didn’t want to say or at least say aloud, but she was shocked that he had singled her out.

“Me General?”

“Well, not you personally….. though I am sure you would be at or at the very least near the top of the list of people they would like to see in their…..” The General stopped for a moment to allow himself another heavy sigh.

“In their possession, so to speak.”

Jaina crossed her arms in front of her chest and her brow furrowed.

“Please elaborate, General,” she asked.

“We have reason to believe the overall new ruler of Nal Hutta is Rotta the Hutt. Jabba’s son,” the General said through a sigh.

Jaina could understand why he thought the revelation might trouble her. After all, it was her mother who had killed his father Jabba, and her father and Uncle brought down his criminal empire.

“So then why am I here?” Jaina asked?

“Well, we have tried to operate on the ground using all methods open to us and even some that weren’t. Still nothing. Even the Bothans can’t get any information off of that planet. So we figured the direct approach is the best.”

“HAHAHAHA! You want me to literally show up in the system with a big sign around my neck proclaiming who I am, don’t you?” Jaina said in a serious yet sarcastic tone. The way the General hesitated and the sense she got rolling off of him was that she had guessed exactly right.

“Yes.” The General seemed to shy away from that. Though it was not great news it wasn’t something she would expect the General to shy from.

“What else is there, General?” Jaina asked.

“Well, we will have no real way of tracking you once you are down there.”

“Ah… on a hostile planet with no backup,” Jaina surmised for him.

“That’s right.”

“Knowing the Hutts they will probably either welcome me as a guest planning to either kill me or enslave me,” Jaina mused aloud.

“That was our take as well, Colonel. Since Nal Hutta operations are under my control, it fell to me to inform you of the orders.”

“Orders? No, I grew up in and around the diplomatic corps General. These aren’t orders. These are deniable requests,” Jaina corrected.

“Yet another reason why you were deemed the perfect candidate,” The General confirmed her suspicions.

“So in the end you want me to go to Nal Hutta. Make contact with Rotta and ascertain what his plans are for the territories the Hutts are moving into.”

“That is correct Colonel.”

Jaina sighed and looked over the General. His fur had taken on a more leveled look, and his face was more sullen than before. Clearly, the General was not happy with having to suggest such things to Jaina, but he did his duty and in the end, she knew she would do hers.

“You know I’ll interpret these orders in a different manner to get the job done, General,” Jaina said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice and trouble.

The General sighed and laughed.

“Of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way, Colonel. Just find out what they are up to and get back. How you do that is up to you.”

Jaina smiled and nodded at the General, who returned an almost conspiratorial smile. With a crisp salute, Jaina left the office.

Walking through Coruscant now seemed almost alien to her. Jaina felt like she didn’t know where she was, even though she knew exactly where she was. The rebuilding efforts had focused primarily on getting the planet back to how it was before the invasion and as such the streets and avenues all had a familiar feel to them. Yet still something alien seemed to come through it all. The Vong had terraformed the planet and even though the people were doing their best to take it back, there was a sense they never would. Something new will eventually evolve from all of this she knew, but she wasn’t sure if she was going to like it.

The spaceport where she had docked her freighter was only a short walk from the headquarters and she felt no need to stop and do anything else. There was a growing unease in the back of her mind about this mission. It wasn’t simply because she would be on her own. She much preferred that in some ways. Though her family’s time with Jabba had been short and years before she had ever been born, it had left a mark on them. Her mother refused to talk about what happened while she was under his care, and her father and Uncle always steered the conversation to the logistics and the fighting that took place.

Jaina was of course aware that her mother had been enslaved and forced into a very revealing outfit. Though it had been a short time, there were still holos of it to this day floating around in seedy corners of the galaxy. In her work Jaina had spent much time in those corners and as a consequence had seen one or two of those holos. To view her mother in that way at first was revolting, but as she got older, she understood how beautiful her mother was and even understood to a degree why the men and some women in those dark corners took pleasure in seeing her like that. So where was the unease coming from, she wondered. She pondered on that as she made her way back to her ship.

Docked alone under the cover of a hanger, her ship was nothing to look at but it was solid and packed some speed and agility. Nothing like her Father’s Falcon or Aunt Mara’s Sabre but it wasn’t meant to be. This was a loaner from the Jedi Academy just to get her here. Now she would plot a course for Nal Hutta and hoped that she would not miss having the Falcon or the Sabre with her instead of this ship. Filing out a flight plan, she noticed a message had come in from the General containing flight codes and authorization as far as Nar Shaarda, the Smuggler’s Moon. From there she would be on her own to find her way down to the planet.

The flight would take three days. Jaina was glad for the freighter to have a galley, bed, and washing station in the back for the ride. Once she was clear of the traffic around Coruscant, she punched into hyperdrive and let the autopilot take it from there. Taking her holopad with her into the back of the ship, she lounged in the galley. Made herself a drink and reheated some stored rations on board. A sip from the drink felt like bliss. It was some sort of caffeinated drink that Lando had introduced them all to years ago. The drink had a bitter taste but sweetened as it went down her throat. She took a look at the rations and tentatively smelled and poked at them. It was some kind of strained beef she was sure her father would have spiced up, but she shrugged her shoulder and took a bite.

She immediately reached for the drink. “Sith that’s awful!” Jaina cried out into the emptiness of the ship.

“Should have grabbed something on the planet. Now I’ll just wait and see if I can get something good to eat on Nar Shaarda when I arrive.” Jaina shoved the rations away from her and took another sip of her beverage. Just the thought of the Smuggler’s Moon and her mission brought back her unease. Deciding not to think about it she instead began to unzip her flight suit and head towards the washing station. A woman now in her mid-twenties Jaina had spent the war growing from an awkward teenager into the beauty she was always destined to be by being her mother’s daughter. A lifetime spent training as a Jedi made her body toned and with little extra weight. The flight suit was off and in a crumple on the floor as she stripped off her underwear, making a straight line to the wash. Jaina didn’t feel particularly dirty having only showered earlier in the day, but she felt the need to wash herself each time she imagined coming into any sort of distance with a Hutt. Like most humanoids and certainly most in and around the diplomatic corps, Jaina had an unfavorable opinion regarding them. It was probably unfair, she conceded in her mind, but that didn’t do much to ease her mind. Her thoughts kept going back to her unease. Her words were in jest that they would seek to enslave her, but the more she thought about it, the more she thought it was probably the number one possibility.

Stepping into the shower, she set the temperature to how she liked it and reached out and stretched. Her body, accustomed to such movements, rippled as the steam rose. As she removed the clip holding her hair in a rough ponytail and tossed it onto a near side table without the aid of the force, she smiled inwardly. Her hands went out to a bar of soap on a dish just below the showerhead. Starting to soap herself up, she noticed to her dismay her fingers were spending a little more time over her nipples and then over her clit.

“How long has it been since I’ve had some…… Is this why I am uneasy? That I might be enslaved and….. used by the Hutts?” Jaina mused. As her thoughts drifted towards that end, her fingers continued to linger around her nipples and clit. She tried to conjure an image of herself in the very bikini her mother was forced to wear, hoping it would stop her from masturbating to the thought of Hutts, but it did the opposite. Her mind simply replaced the image of her mother with her own in the slave wear, and immediately Jaina’s breath was gone. Her fingers slipped into her pussy and began to piston in and out of her. Her other hand busily making itself known as it pinched and teased her nipples. Eyes closed, Jaina slumped against the wall as the water poured over her from the shower. The bar of soap withered away on the ground under the pounding of the water. Jaina fought her own desires. Her fingers working her own pussy devilishly as she had never done so before. She did not want to cum thinking about being chained to some Hutt but she couldn’t deny her own fingers from working a magic she had never felt before in any other her times masturbating. This was something new, exciting, and altogether dangerous and degrading. The hot water from the shower continued to pour down on her, making her already oversexed and overheating body just that much more wet and hot.

“UGGGGHHHHHH!!” She moaned in the shower. Fingers working away on her clit and her nipples. Jaina gave into the desires, immediately releasing the building climax within her body. Her screams of pure pleasure were so loud she was sure even in the freighter in the middle of hyperspace she was sure someone somewhere heard her. Heard her cumming from something so degrading.

Slumped in the shower, Jaina looked over herself. Her fingers still tracing a light little line around her clit and her nipples only just beginning to deflate from her tender touches. The bar of soap had pretty much completely washed away, which caused Jaina to ask herself just how much time she had spent there. Turning it off and thinking that she was perhaps dirtier now than when she entered the shower, she retired to the sparse cabin that offered her a bed. She checked on the autopilot from a command console next to the bed. She was still just over three days away from Nal Hutta but a good couple of hours had passed since the last time she last checked the time.

“Shit…. I am going to have to do something about that before I get there,” Jaina admonished herself before curling up in the bed and drifting off to sleep.

Waking in what Jaina presumed was the morning, she found her index finger lightly tracing around her clit and her nipples rock hard again. What covers the bed provided lay pooled around her feet while her consciousness came back to her, her finger still played with her clit. Forcibly removing her finger from her clit, Jaina yawned and stretched while pulling herself from the bed. Looking around for her flight suit, she saw it was in a pile outside of the cabin. Walking nude on a freighter was always something Jaina found oddly exciting.

Walking across the hold, she picked up her suit and her underwear. Looking over at her footlocker that she had brought on board with a change of clothes, she took a sniff of her clothing and threw them aside and walked over to get a fresh change. Inside, she found a selection of flight suits and some more casual clothing for when she was out and about, as well as her Jedi robes, which were neatly folded underneath. She picked a gray and blue flight suit. Slipping into a new set of underwear, Jaina put on the new flight suit and made her way to the cockpit. She was still going to be in space for more than two days, but she knew in the next couple of hours she would have to come out of hyperspace to make the next move towards Nal Hutta.

When the ship dropped out of hyperspace Jaina interrupted the autopilot and set the ship on a lazy turn around the empty sector she was in. Looking at her communications board, she punched in the number for an old friend who she hoped would be able to give her some more information on Nal Hutta. The call was placed, and she didn’t have to wait long before it was answered.

“Jaina!” The person who answered the call was not who Jaina had expected, but also not a surprise. A woman with a beauty equal to her mother’s but a fierceness that didn’t speak to battles in the boardroom but hand to hand and in the trenches.

“Shada!, I was looking for Talon. I need his help,” Jaina acknowledged her friend.

“Yes, we were expecting your call, which is why I answered Talon's com-link when I saw it was you. Karade is currently in negotiations with someone and can’t be disturbed. But he has left me all the info we have on Nal Hutta currently which sad to say is barely anything more than fleet intelligence was able to give you.”

“How did you know?” Jaina tried to stop herself from saying it but she was always surprised at just how much information Talon and his people had and how quickly they collected that information.

Shada half-turned her head and smiled at Jaina’s reply, and Jaina just shook her head and laughed.

“Could you send the info to me? And do you have time for a breakdown or a summation?” Jaina asked.

“Of course. Nal Hutta has been tough to extract information out of since the war. Even Talon’s contacts have gone dark, with some even showing up dead. Rotta the Hutt is indeed in overall charge of the Hutts now and all their dealings. From all accounts, it looks as if the explorations into new sectors are indeed just how it looks: an attempt by the Hutts to diversify their holdings and increase their presence and notoriety in the galaxy.

“The only other information we have is a rundown on Rotta’s character. He is larger than his father, Jabba. He has a penchant to be a bit of a showman, just like his father. He has bands and performers play for him at all times and has shown a great desire to have a personal slave chained to him, but unlike Jabba, he shows a reluctance to take just about anyone. Karade thinks that he is perhaps waiting for the right one and theorizes that this all could be a trap to lure someone of fame and skill into his clutches….. It was Karade who said clutches not me, HA. I am not sure about that. I don’t see why something so convoluted would be used to only get a slave. As distasteful as it is, there are millions of slaves and in that there would be many a beauty for him to choose from.”

“It is convoluted but I wouldn’t put it past them and I suppose I check off all of those boxes. Add in my mother’s relationship with the family, and I think he may have a point. There is a sense of walking into not necessarily a trap but just walking into something unknown yet known at the same time,” Jaina responded.

Shada nodded her understanding, and the line between them remained silent for a moment while the two women thought about it. Jaina thought about last night and how her fingers had played her body like it had never been played before, all at the thought of simply being dressed and collared like a slave for Rotta. Hutt’s were planners and ruthless and for Rotta to have unified the clans he would be doubly so. She had to prepare for the fact that in order to get information off of Nal Hutta, she may have to play his game.

“We couldn’t get any details on your insertion into Nal Hutta. Can I ask how you are going down there?” Shada broke the silence with the question. Jaina smiled ruefully and shrugged her shoulders.

“For lack of a better option. I’m arriving in the system and broadcasting who I am and asking to go planetside. I am sure I will have to speak to somebody on Nar Shaarda and I was hoping you could give me a name or a place to go that could at least provide a holo hook up to Nal Hutta and even Rotta himself,” Jaina explained.

Shada’s brow furrowed in concentration and worry.

“That’s not a half-bad plan considering how all other attempts have failed, but if Karade is right, you are indeed walking into something there….. As for a contact on Nar Shaarda, we can help there. There’s an old spice runner your Dad may have run into a time or two. He worked for Jabba before your Dad but there was a time where they may have intersected. His name is Girofi. He’s a Fosh with a nasty temper and to be honest, a bit of a perverted old man, but he runs a spice hall and gambling den on the south side of Nar Shaarda’s Eastport spaceport. He still has a link with the family and though he doesn’t provide us any intel, he knows that if you tell him we sent you, he will be owed a favor and he makes his money in those,” Shada laughed.

“Be careful though because he really is a pervy old man. Last time I saw him, he actually tried to grab my butt. He was lucky Karade stopped me because I was ready to slice him open,” Shada winked but behind the wink, Jaina knew there was a seriousness to it.

“I think the hands of a perverted old Fosh are the least of my concerns on that front Shada, but thanks for the info,” Jaina laughed.

“I should re-orientate for my final jump to Nal Hutta. Thanks, Shada and thank Karade for me too. Tell him I think I agree with him.”

“I’m sure he will approve and congratulate you on being as intelligent as your mother," Shada laughed and smiled.

“Yes, but when my mother walked into a similar situation, she found herself displayed and collared. Thankfully, she had Uncle Luke, Lando, and a few others watching her back. I’m all alone here,” Jaina smiled.

“You’re a Jedi,” Shada declared.

“Yes, and the force is my ally. The question is: will it be enough?” Jaina was not only speaking of the doubtless many enemies and people who would fight to keep her in any position Rotta wanted for her but also her own desires. Once more she felt her clit begin to almost ache at the thought of that attire and collar.

“Thanks Shada.”

“Good Luck Jaina.”

The line went dead and Jaina sat in front of the monitor for a brief while after that, thinking about the information. It was all adding into the same place, she thought. Rotta wanted a slave and had manipulated the events to bring him one that he thinks may suit his tastes. Her finger traced around her clit through her flight suit and Jaina wondered if maybe the unease was now turning into excitement or was it always excitement, she wondered. Again more thoughts she would rather not think more on as she turned towards the navigation screens and prepared to make the final jump into Nal Hutta.

Spacelines around Nar Shaarda and Nal Hutta were always full and dangerous. Too many hotshot wannabes looking to make a name for themselves. Souped-up freighters, fighters, even cruisers and corvettes dotted the eye and made it difficult in some areas to see anything more than the lights from the ships. In some ways, it was more traffic and more dangerous than even Coruscant. Jaina though was one of the galaxy’s best pilots. The sight didn’t scare her. It simply made her smile and relish the opportunity to pilot in and around such organized chaos. Her ship’s communications began to broadcast her call sign and her clearance codes for the moon. The information provided by intelligence was good enough for her to jump the line and she found herself flying past the freighters and crews that had been waiting in line to dock for probably hours. She even got some insults over her comm but she simply smiled more and continued on her way. A request for the East port spaceport was granted, and she soon brought her freighter down with a skill and grace that could not be matched.

The Smuggler’s Moon was dirty, seedy with danger around every turn. Jaina’s smile grew larger. Her Dad had never shied away from taking his kids into such areas and as such, she grew up with the ability to navigate them. The moon and its people were to be respected. She locked the ship down and paid the fee at the spaceport. Jaina emerged into the larger city and looked around. There were signs for Girofi’s establishment. It seemed to be only a couple of blocks away and though the air on the moon was rank and awful, it was better than being cooped up inside her ship or even a local transport. She opted to walk.

Along the way, she spotted all sorts of people and species. She made sure to adjust her blaster belt and wondered if she had done the right thing in leaving her lightsaber and Jedi robes in the ship. Her thinking had been that her robes would have attracted attention while in a regular flight suit she would blend in better, but what she hadn’t taken into account was how the form-fitting flightsuit showed off all of her womanly curves. That in itself was drawing attention of a different kind. Jaina mentally admonished herself for thinking about that again. Her mind over the past few days seemed to be set on horny, always thinking of sex. Jaina knew she had to stop it, but with each step closer to the establishment and to Rotta, she knew what most likely awaited her if she couldn’t simply negotiate the information away from the Hutt.

There were a few leering glances her way, and she was sure one or two people recognized her. That was half of the plan as well. To create a stir that she was there to entice Rotta into talking, so she didn’t mind. She knew the robes would have made that easier but Jaina knew on the moon word traveled faster than hyperspace and by now Girofi would know she was on her way towards the establishment. She wondered if Shada or Talon had called ahead to let him know she would be visiting him.

The entrance to his place was nondescript but well-traveled. As she approached she counted no less than twenty people come and go from it. She sensed plenty of people in there and from the music she could hear coming from it, she knew it was going to be loud. A whiff of smoke and spice as well let her know that the place was going to be as advertised by Shada. Stepping into the place she went through a small alcove, she had to step aside to let a pair of Wookies pass her on the way out. Their brown fur tinged with orange spice around their faces and smelling of smoke. Jaina let them by while walking into the larger club.

A circular bar dominated the middle with two stages off in the back where scantily clad women were dancing. To her right there was a large Holoviewer on the wall, playing all sorts of sports and even the news on multiple screens. Below it was a counter behind many steel rods where people were placing bets on the various things taking place above. To her left was a door that said manager only and then beyond that a small counter set into the wall with two bored-looking humans who seemed to be dealing spice to some people in the club. There were by her count at least five bartenders tending bar while all around her, not as scantily clad as the dancers but not exactly covered, were about thirty servers, all of varying species. The nearest took her in before continuing on their way. Jaina moved towards the bar where she spotted an older Fosh pouring out a drink for a couple of nearby humans. She caught his eye, and his face that seemed to have a permanent sneer developed a bit of a smile. Before she had even got within earshot of him, he had draped a towel over his shoulder and put a word in the ear of another bartender. Jaina mirrored his movements as he walked towards a spot in the bar he could walk out of and join her in the main hall.

“Jaina Solo,” he prompted with no preamble. Glad that Shada or Talon had called ahead she simply nodded and pointed her head towards the manager’s office she had passed on the way in towards the bar. He nodded his approval and walked past her towards the door. Jaina followed behind and walked in as he opened the door. The first thing Jaina saw was a young woman, maybe about her age. She was nude except for a thick black steel collar around her throat and a set of wrist restraints that were the same black metal and connected by about four feet of chain. She sat on an office chair looking at a series of monitors in front of her. Though they looked as though they had been originally installed for security, all the feeds were tuned to different porn. The scene itself was like something out of a porno, and Jaina immediately felt an unease come over her.

“Don’t mind my personal slave," Girofi said as he came in behind her and moved to walk in front of Jaina. The appearance of the Fosh bar owner got the young woman’s attention. She didn’t say a word, but she moved her hips on the chair and let Girofi and in turn, Jaina, see that her fingers were busy working around on her pussy and clit. Jaina wanted to turn away, but she wasn’t sure if Girofi was looking for a sort of reaction so she simply followed him through the small office. The slave seemed disappointed not to be paid any attention but Girofi winked at her as he walked by which seemed to sate her lust.

“I had a bit of a problem with my own lusts until Sandri arrived. She fell in love with me and agreed to be my slave….. I think she was subtly sent my way by the Hutts and to be honest, I am in love with her as well.” He said the last part so low that there was no chance the young woman could hear it.

“You realize of course I have no choice but to believe that, but considering she was not actually chained to anything, and the collar was more decorative than enforcement. I am inclined to believe you” Jaina responded. The Fosh opened a door to a small office that was appointed with a small desk and a chair in front of it. He took the seat in front of the desk and motioned for her to set behind the desk. There on the desk in front of her as she sat was a comm unit with an open line about to be dialed towards Nal Hutta.

“I am grateful for this, Girofi.”

“Speak nothing of it. To be owed a favor from Talon Karrde is more than worth it, but to also see just how this plays out is going to be payment enough.”

“What do you mean?” Jaina asked before clicking on the line to dial.

“You think it’s a coincidence you are here. Rotta has been engineering this all along, and I know what his price is for the information you are after. I bet him that the Alliance wouldn’t pay it and now that you are here I know for sure you won’t pay it,” The Fosh leered up and down her body and made it clear that the cost was indeed her body to Rotta.

“You think I am unaware of his appetites and desires,” Jaina quizzed.

“So you have come all this way to be denied,” Girofi stated.

“We shall see.” Jaina took her eyes from him and looked at the screen. She pushed the dial and soon the line was connecting down to Nal Hutta.

It didn’t take long before the line connected with a male Twi’lek whose lekku was wrapped around his throat like some elaborate scarf.

“My name is Jaina Solo. I have been asked by the Galactic Alliance to ask for an audience with the great Rotta the Hutt to discuss his intentions into neighboring areas of Hutt space,” Jaina put on her best diplomatic tone and effort for the first statement.

“We are of course aware a Galactic Alliance operative had entered our space, but one of such fame and beauty is a surprise to be sure. The great Rotta the Hutt wishes you luck and health, but at this time he is not accepting audiences on Nal Hutta.

“I am afraid I must insist. I understand if he does not wish to speak to me personally, but perhaps I can persuade him over holo? All I ask is that you put me through to him. I can then report back to the Alliance that at least I was heard and not outright ignored” Jaina knew how to play the game as well and knew that there was a threat underneath her words. If the Alliance felt it was being disrespected by the Hutts, they may start to perceive them as a military threat. The alliance, of course, had no wish to start a war with the Hutts, but for the Hutts who demanded respect and resolved their differences with violence, they could only think otherwise.

The Twi’lek hesitated for only a moment, which spoke volumes about his intelligence and his mind before he nodded and asked for some time. Jaina granted him the time and sat back in the chair and waited for the line to connect with Rotta.

“Well done,” Girofi announced.

“Thank you,” Jaina acknowledged with a nod.

The line connected and Jaina was greeted by the huge face of Rotta the Hutt. His color was slightly more brown than the holos let on, more so than his father. He was indeed large. Even though the holo only gave his face, Jaina could tell this was easily the biggest Hutt she had ever had contact with.

“Thank you for talking to me Mighty Rotta,” Jaina deferred to him.

“When my majordomo tells me, Jaina Solo, the sword of the Jedi, is on the line for me, I must answer. I, of course, am aware of the information you are after and though I am sure I could tell you what we Hutts are after you most likely would not believe me without evidence. Am I correct young Solo?” Rotta’s large eyes stared through to her on the other side of the holo. The translation from the protocol droid coming through almost as well as C-3PO’s thought Jaina. For a brief moment, she thought about telling him she could understand Huttese, though no human could speak it.

“You are correct. Which is why I request to come to Nal Hutta and receive any such evidence you are willing to provide,” Jaina stated.

“Evidence which of course could be forged,” Rotta replied.

“I don’t think you would willingly do that to the Alliance,” Jaina stated and knew that by saying so he was telling him that the alliance would interpret any forged evidence as an act of war.

“HOHOHOHO you play the game as well as I would have expected from a daughter of a former chief of state. I will speak clearly then. I am sure your spies are saying it is a part of a larger diversifying of our assets. This much is true, but we are also seeking more formal pacts. As a people, we were nearly destroyed by the Vong because we had allowed our neighbors to be small and ignored them. So we wish to strengthen not only their economies but our military strength as well.”

“I appreciate the candor, mighty Rotta. I am not sure the Alliance will appreciate that, but again evidence will be required,” Jaina stated simply but tactfully.

“There is nothing more than threats you can offer me, young Jedi” Rotta responded, and Jaina thought perhaps she had pushed too quickly.

“Nothing at all?” Jaina asked.

“Nothing you would be willing to give,” Rotta seemed more inclined to end the call than anything at the moment.

“I’m authorized to negotiate Rotta. Name what you want,” Jaina asked.

Rotta looked over the young Jedi through the holo. Jaina could feel the look even through the holo. She felt like a piece of meat being appraised at the market and the thought was both disgusting and arousing. That thought was yet another she decided not to think too strongly on. The silence seemed to last forever until the Hutt spoke.

“There is only one thing I desire at the moment and that is a lovely slave to be chained to me for the rest of its life but I am sure you are not willing to do that just for some intelligence reports”

“You are right, of course, Rotta. I am not prepared to sacrifice my freedom for all of time,” Jaina stated.

“Not for all of time…. What about for a time,” Rotta asked.

Jaina was flustered. She was expecting the offer of course and knew how she was going to respond, but the offer of a limited time had not occurred to her.

“How…. How long?” Jaina asked.

“Five years,” Rotta announced as if he was just buying a new speeder bike.

“Five years??? That’s insane!”

“Well, I need some assurances your beauty will continue. You will be 29 by then,” Rotta reasoned aloud through his protocol droid and Jaina fumed.

“It’s too long. I’ll give you five days” Jaina said in a rush. That caused a silence to come over the comm and the room. Girofi’s ears perked up and he moved forward in his seat.

“So the act does not disagree with you but the time,” Rotta stated.

Jaina realized her mistake in admitting it was too long. She had opened a door.

“The act certainly disagrees with me, but as I said, I am authorized to negotiate. I would require the evidence presented first and then time to deliver it to my superiors,” Jaina replied.

“HOHOHOHO so that you could then leave me and not honor your commitment? I too would need proof of your intentions,” Rotta replied.

“What kind of proof?” Jaina asked.

Once more there was silence on the line. Girofi was now standing up and had his eyes focused on Jaina. She tried her best to avoid eye contact, but the sight of the Hutt on the holo screen musing his offer was beginning to drive her crazy. Just as she was going to take her eyes from the monitor, the Hutt spoke.

“Take off your clothes,” Rotta ordered.

“You’re being insane again,” Jaina roared.

“We haven’t agreed on anything yet you already want something now. I am not asking for the evidence until we have an agreement,” she continued.

“This is fair. I offer then, that you become my personal slave for the duration of one year,” Rotta relented.

Jaina looked through the screen at the giant Hutt and sighed. A year was far too long still but at least he was coming down.

“I have a career to think about and people who will miss me, Rotta. A year is still far too long. I can offer two weeks.” Jaina sighed, knowing that the Hutt would not like that, but it was about all she was willing to give up at the moment. Her clit was throbbing, but the thought of being the Hutt’s plaything for a year was just disgusting enough that she managed to contain her own lusts.

“Two weeks is barely enough time. I offer a month and nothing less” Rotta suggested and his tone really made it clear that it was his final offer.

A month was fair, Jaina mused. The intelligence if correct would be good for at least that long and allow time for the Alliance to develop any countermeasures if they deemed it prudent. Jaina looked through the holo viewer and could not believe that she was about to do what she was about to do.

“Agreed. A month will do,” Jaina sighed and felt a great pressure leave her body and immediately it was replaced with something else. Something new and something she could not describe at the moment. It was something akin to longing and fright. She heard Girofi gasp and finally caught his eye. He was smiling as large a smile as Jaina had ever seen on a human. It was as wide as the Hutt’s large body.

“HOHOHOHOHO excellent! Then I wish to see your commitment. Strip for me now,” Rotta ordered.

“No!” Jaina exclaimed before clarifying. “Not until I have received the evidence.”

The large Hutt glared at her through the viewer but nodded his agreement.

“I am unable to leave the planet at the moment and through a strict edict only Hutts, those employed by Hutts and slaves are allowed planetside at the moment. I will send my majordomo up with all the required information. In the meantime, I would like Girofi to take you to my designers on the moon as well as my jeweler’s for fittings and style.”

“I agree,” Jaina replied. The Hutt smiled an enormous smile.

“Very well. When you have the evidence, if it is not enough you may contact me again. If it is, my majordomo will accompany you back to Coruscant and back. He will join you shortly on the moon.”

“I understand.”

The giant Hutt took one last moment to look her up and down through the viewer before closing the connection. Jaina felt someone one hundred percent filthier than she had ever felt in her life. She knew what the term was for what she had just agreed to, and she also knew the term that the military used for it. She cared for neither, but once more for the good of the Alliance she had sacrificed her body. She was going to be Rotta’s whore for a month. Doing the wetwork that the military had no doubt half-expected would come to pass.

When the line went dead, Girofi looked her over and laughed.

“I can’t believe what I just witnessed. Did you just agree to become a slave to a Hutt for a month?” He asked, knowing full well what the answer was.

“I did my duty” Jaina responded, not really wanting to go through this questioning.

“Ha, you will do more than that” Girofi commented while shaking his head.

“Shouldn’t you be taking me somewhere?” Jaina asked to change the conversation.

“Yes, you are right.” Girofi nodded towards the door they had come through.

Walking back through the small former security office; Girofi’s slave was still fingering herself, but she didn’t pay it any attention. While Girofi looked over at her and winked. This seemed to give the slave acceptance and she started to cum.

“Keep yourself busy, slave. I have an errand to do for a friend.” Girofi winked once more and the silent slave simply continued to cum. The Vosh bar owner reached into a nearby locker and removed a long robe with a hood. Very much like Jaina’s Jedi robes, but nowhere near as elegant. She had seen a few people out on the streets with these on and they concealed the identities of the wearers quite well.

“Put this on. Rotta would not like it if it was widely known you were travelling to his stylist and jeweler before he was ready to announce your arrival.”

Jaina took a hold of the robe and nodded. Of course, her grand introduction would be marketed far and wide and it would do no good to have spoilers out even in hushed tones. Once the robe was on and the hood sufficiently covered her face Girofi led her back into the bar and then out the front door. She kept her head bowed and allowed him to lead her through the moon. She was confused at first why they weren’t taking a speeder, but the walk wasn’t even as long as walking from the spaceport to the bar had been. With her head bowed she couldn’t see much but the shop appeared to be small, with blacked-out windows not allowing anyone to see in. In the two windows on either side of the door were two mannequins. One dressed in a bright red lingerie set and on the other side dressed in some kind of strapping that left the breasts bare and a strap that would run up in between the legs.

Girofi opened the door and they stepped inside. It was a smaller store with large holo viewers that ran from floor to ground on all three walls. In the middle of the store was a small podium about two feet off of the ground. Three consoles came up on three sides of the podium up to about her head height but would be just above the waist when someone was standing on the podium. Noticeably, there was no clothing in the store itself. She thought from previous experience shopping and by the mannequins at the storefront that the entire place would be full of clothes, but it was just the podium and the viewers. Towards the back, she could see an open alcove at the joining of the back and to her left walls. Through it came the flying form of a Toydarian. His smile was anything but genuine as he came closer to the two of them.

“You don’t normally bring your slave out of the bar, Girofi. Something special today?” The merchant asked.

Girofi looked at the merchant and smiled.

“Not my slave today. I am doing this for Rotta. I am sure if you looked at your messages more than your bottom line Batuun you would know this.”

The merchant waved away his comment but pulled his comm pad out from a place on his belt. Looking at it, he must have seen the message from the Hutt. His entire stance immediately changed and he turned back towards the pair.

“Quite a special order. Highest level of secrecy is confirmed. Remove your robe," the merchant ordered and with a nod from Girofi to obey, Jaina removed the hood from her head and then the robe. She stood next to the bar owner in just her form-fitting flight suit. The Toydarian looked her over and she could tell from the look in his eyes he recognized her.

“Jaina Solo. Quite a catch for the Hutt. How did he manage that?” He addressed the question towards Girofi.

“It’s none of your business,” Jaina replied for him.

The merchant fluttered over towards her. His smile was instantly replaced by a sneer of contempt. His little wings working rapidly to maintain eye contact with her. A small right hand appeared from his side and he arched out and slapped her across the face.

“Slaves speak when told to” The merchant commanded.

Jaina had a lifetime of learning how to cope with her darker feelings and war had taught her so much more. Even so, she wanted to take the little merchant and pluck his wings from his body. A hand across her chest from Girofi and a look from him let it be known that any incident would be reported back to the Hutt and jeopardize the agreement. Swallowing her pride, she didn’t say a word.

“Good slut, you are learning” The merchant laughed shakily, clearly a little startled by the look that had come to her eyes.

“You will have to handle much more than that as a slave, Jedi Solo,” Girofi whispered into her ear with almost a hint of pity dashed with respect.

In acceptance and thankfulness, she turned and looked him in the eye and nodded her thanks for his intervention. The Merchant eyed them with interest, but a subtle shrug of his small flying shoulders let Jaina know he didn’t really care. He seemed more interested in the command consoles around the podium at the moment. He was entering information into them and swapping back between his comm unit and them without paying them any attention. A short while later, he returned to flutter in front of them.

“Remove the rest of your clothing and step on the platform,” He ordered.

Girofi looked at her and smiled.

Jaina sighed and realized this was all a part of the agreement. Reaching behind her, she unzipped the top of her flight suit and moved it down to the small of her back. Revealing her bare shoulders, she pulled her arms out from the sleeves of the suit. For a brief moment, she thought about covering up her chest and bra. Deciding to have some pride in herself, she simply let her flight suit hang at her waist. Instead of taking time to cover herself and prevent either of the lecherous men in the shop from seeing her, she simply bent over and kicked her boots off before grabbing the waistband of her flightsuit pants.

She stripped the suit to her knees, revealing her tan coloured panties that were more like men’s underwear than anything. She was pleased to get a flash of disappointment from Girofi. The Merchant was another thing altogether. Toydarians were notoriously difficult for Jedi to read so Jaina didn’t get a flash off him but she got the sense he was disappointed as well. The suit was soon down to her ankles. Kicking out of them she finally took the time to stand straight and breathe for a moment before the merchant pointed towards her bra and underwear. He was clearly not interested in waiting to see her most intimate parts. Jaina heaved another sigh. Her bra unhooked easily and quickly enough for them. She pulled them off.

This provoked a reaction from the two men. Girofi gasped and the Toydarian’s smile and eyes grew wider than a Hutt’s. Jaina was every bit the wonderful sight they made it out to be in their minds. Her training and her classical beauty inherited from her mother’s side allowed her to stand with a regalness that was beyond her years while standing topless in the shop. Her breasts were larger than the two of them suspected. She knew that from the moment her bra was revealed. Her areolas didn’t dominate her breasts and were a beautiful shade of pinkish-red which contrasted with her small, erect nipples that were standing bright and pink. They were still definitely thrown off by her chest size though as they just stared with open mouths.

Jaina actually felt quite empowered by that. She had had sex of course and been naked in front of a man before, but to reclaim a bit of power at this moment with the appearance of her chest seemed to grant her additional composure and confidence. Thumbs hooked into the sides of her underwear at her hips, she pulled down and stepped out of them. Now their jaws dropped as they took in her fully exposed body. Jaina was amused to see their eyes switching from her chest to her pussy and back again. Taking all of her in. She reveled in her power at the moment and simply smiled. Her pussy was not completely shaved but she took the time often to trim it and made sure it was pretty close to being bald, although she still always liked having a bit of hair on her pubic mound. Her pussy lips were tight and closed together on her body. Her adventures with men were not so wild and numerous for her to have gained any knowledge on how men preferred her privates to look but she knew that when they saw her pussy they all liked it. Juicy puffy lips concealed her clit a fair amount, which she was happy for because she didn’t have to look down to know she was wet and her clit was throbbing with need. Not willing to give up this bit of power, Jaina stepped onto the platform as ordered but refused to say a word or do anything else but look away. She could almost feel each individual eye on her body.

“Exquisite.” Girofi managed to say after a while.

The Toydarian was still in a bit of a daze but managed to nod and mumble his agreement. Finally snapped out of his own stupor, the merchant went to the command consoles that partially surrounded the platform. Jaina’s earlier appraisal was right. The merchant was right about at her waist level, still fluttering on his wings. A couple of commands that Jaina could not see were entered and she felt and heard a whine above her. She looked up to see the ceiling retract and a small probe droid came down. Small and spherical, it had one eye and all along the sides of it were sensor nodes. Jaina had seen the like before in other adventures and places. A red beam erupted from four points on the probe. Each beam started to scan her. The first one started at the top of her head, right at the very fringes of her hair. Another on her left arm and another on her right arm. The final beam started at her toes. All of them began to work down and up her body until they met in the middle at her navel. Then the probe began to rotate around her. Its one large eye seemed to focus and unfocus at random intervals.

“Spread your legs wider and place your arms by your sides. Limit any movement” The merchant demanded. Jaina sighed once more, inwardly this time, but obeyed the order. Splitting her feet to be about in line with her hips. Looking forward, she noticed that the holo screen that covered the wall in front of her began to emit an image of her. Enlarged and in astonishing detail, it showed a frontal view of her. It began to render her nude body from the top down. Vitals began to be shown from the side including blood pressure, blood type and current sugar levels among other things.

Jaina felt uncomfortable about all the information being taken from her, but she didn’t say a word. She was transfixed, watching as her entire body was rendered into a very accurate and detailed image of herself. Underneath her vitals, other stats began to show. Circumference of her wrists and ankles. Neck size, breast size, which she was surprised to see was listed as a 36C when she had been fitting herself with 34D bras. The last thing she noticed pop up on the screen was height and weight. It all seemed so cold and calculating, but Jaina tried her best not to say anything. The probe continued to orbit her like some kind of celestial object while the merchant seemed to pay her no more mind as he looked at the screens. Because of the way they were angled, Jaina couldn’t make out much on them, although she didn’t try too hard, aware that any movement would probably cause another stern warning from him. Not wishing to force choke him, she kept silent while she stood on the platform naked in the middle of the shop, all too aware someone else could come in through the shop door.

Almost as if Girofi had sensed that very thought he moved back towards the front door and locked it shut.

“Wouldn’t want someone to come in and get a surprise. Especially if they recognized the slave on the stand,” He reasoned aloud. The merchant looked up from his screens and nodded.

“Quite right. I was far too engrossed….. you are truly a wonderful specimen, slave.” The Toydarian merchant was talking aloud almost rhetorically and Jaina knew not to respond.

The probe continued on his trajectory around her. Stopping at certain places and zooming in with its eye before continuing on. There didn’t seem to be any pattern to it and through it, all the merchant simply kept looking at his screens.

“Excellent. Now spread your legs wide. Push your feet against the opposing lip of the stand, ” Batuun the merchant requested.

Feeling even more exposed but unwilling to put up a fight anymore, Jaina complied. Spreading her legs wide she did indeed find a small lip on the platform that would prevent her from doing the splits and sliding off of it. Once she was somewhat comfortable, the probe droid restarted and continued to roam around. Jaina noticed the scans and the modelling of her on the viewer were becoming more and more detailed, showing every blemish on her body. It was oddly discomforting to see it all so super-sized in front of her. Girofi was swapping his gaze from her in-person to looking at the holoviewer. She noticed that the other two walls were showing side and back views of her, again as detailed as anything she had ever seen. The different screens showed different stats. On the screen showing her backside, there were stats for her waist and hip sizes. On the side, it was showing her bra cup size as well as her eye color and hair colour. Everything seemed so clinical and yet arousing at the same time.

“Good. Now bend over and hold your ankles,” Batuun ordered.

Knowing full well that this would expose her most intimate areas Jaina thought for a brief moment to hesitate but Girofi’s words stuck in her mind. She would be asked to do far worse over the course of the next month so she better get used to the smaller humiliations like this in order to better handle anything else that was coming her way. Jaina bent over and grasped her ankles, revealing her pussy and ass to all in the shop. Batuun seemed to take notice and moved from one command console to another so that he could see better. Jaina noticed that the holo viewer behind now showed her open and spread pussy in horrifyingly large detail. With her head between her outstretched legs, she could see that the merchant had repositioned himself at a command console right behind her. Every chance he could take, he would look up from the console and stare at her exposed private parts.

Girofi, not to miss the show, had also come up to have a look. His smile was large and the raging hard-on he was trying to contain in his pants was dreadful to see but Jaina tried to put it out of her mind. Batuun reached down the side of the console he was working on and detached something from it. Jaina could not immediately make out what it was. Something connected to the console with some sort of extending wire coming out of the console. As the merchant moved, Jaina got a good look at it finally and saw that it was a small, almost egg-shaped object, attached to the wires from the console.

Batuun’s attention was fully engaged for the moment on the new device while Girofi continued to stare at her. A movement from the merchant seemed to draw the attention of the bar owner. Batuun was making his way towards her with the device. Girofi seemed to grapple with something in his mind, but Jaina had no time for it. As the merchant approached Jaina could see that the device was some kind of mini probe. The sense of unease returned to overpower her lust.

“Batuun, what are you doing?” Girofi asked, finally coming to grips with whatever was going on in his head.

“The probe must determine her pussy size, anal size. Tension and strengths as well” The Toydarian seemed to say the explanation with almost far too much want and need in his voice.

“The probe droid can do that. There is no need to place that inside her,” Girofi answered.

Inside her, thought Jaina. That egg-shaped thing was going to probe inside of her.

“The numbers are much more accurate this way and besides she is attractive and tight do you not want to see?” the merchant replied. Girofi took a moment to reply, but when he did, his brow furrowed and his voice became much harder.

“I do, but do you think Rotta will take kindly to you touching his slave’s most intimate areas just to satisfy your own lust?” The question seemed more of a challenge and a threat than anything to Jaina. The merchant took a step back and seemed to consider this.

There was a growing silence in the shop until the front door lock clicked open and then opened. Girofi immediately went to intercept whoever had picked the lock and decided to come into the shop. From where Jaina was she could not see anything once Girofi had left her sight, but judging by how the merchant retreated back to the console and placed the mini probe device back told her it was someone special.

“I think Girofi is correct. If you value your relationship with Rotta and your life, you will not touch the slave,” the new voice was familiar to Jaina and when she reached out with the force, she could tell it was a Twi’lek. It was Rotta’s majordomo who had obviously arrived from Nal Hutta.

“Hohviwe, I am sorry I didn’t expect you up so soon” Girofi greeted him. Jaina could hear the conversation but see nothing. She could sense though they were walking back towards her together. They came into view a moment later as well as the still orbiting larger probe that was shining its sensors at her most private parts.

“My my!! What a sight!” The Twi’lek remarked

“One of the best views I have ever seen,” the merchant agreed. Girofi simply nodded and allowed the Twi’lek to get even closer to Jaina, even getting in the way of the orbiting droid’s scanners. Batuun seemed displaced from his position on the command console but he did not say anything. Hohviwe looked Jaina in the eye and smiled.

“Feeling a little degraded, Colonel Solo?” the Twi’lek asked her. Jaina looked over towards Batuun and Girofi, who nodded an approval to talk.

“Yes, I am,” Jaina answered truthfully. Not really seeing the need for a lie at the moment.

Hohviwe reached out and stroked her ass with the back of his hand.

“So very tight. Your pussy as well looks very tight, little Jedi. Tell me how many have had the pleasure of fucking that cute pink pussy of yours?”

Jaina grimaced at the vulgar words but thought about the question for a moment. Spending a life raised at first in the relative safety and closed environment of Coruscant and then at the academy, her first contact with any potential lovers was quite unlikely. That had all changed during the war. First being a part of a fighter squadron before leading them. Often coming back from missions wet and horny off the simple fact that she had survived again. She had never been one to indulge in those instincts though, meditating instead. There were a couple of times when she fooled around, but the number of people she had taken as lovers could very easily be counted on one hand.

“One,” Jaina admitted finally coming to terms again with having to answer truthfully.

That elicited some gasps from the assembled men, and Jaina felt a rise of heat come to her cheeks.

“How many times did you allow that one to have his way with this beautiful piece of meat” Hohviwe slapped her exposed butt cheek. Causing Jaina to yelp a little and jump a little on the platform in surprise. Batuun seemed displeased again but kept his mouth shut.

“Twice.” Though Jaina’s head was already down between her legs in such a humiliating pose, she felt the heat causing her cheeks to burn in shame and her head hung in more shame. She felt a tear come to her eye as well as she thought about what she had agreed to on such an experience.

“HAHAHAHA! Rotta is not only going to make a woman out of you, slave, but he is going to fuck you into a bliss you’ll never want to be without again,” Hohviwe laughed as he slapped her butt once more and turned to address the other two in the room.

“I’m imagining you have all the information you require by now, Batuun, to make any and all outfits Rotta may require?” Hohviwe asked, approaching the Toydarian merchant.

“I do now,” The diminutive alien said.

“Excellent. Then I will join Girofi and our new property on her way to see the jeweler. Rotta has already submitted a list of outfits he would like for her. Please concentrate on the travel outfit immediately as he wants that done by end of day,” Hohviwe stated.

“A full travel outfit fit to specs by end of day??? I will have to stop any and all other custom builds,” the disgruntled Toydarian replied.

“You will, of course, be handsomely rewarded. Rotta also wants to make it sure to the both of you that if word of her enslavement gets out to anyone he will hold you two personally responsible, understand?”

“Yes” Batuun automatically replied and Jaina could almost hear him swallowing hard.

“Of course,” Girofi replied with more cheer than dread.

“You can stand back up/” Batuun ordered. Jaina stood and thought about bringing her legs together but she knew she hadn’t been ordered to and her shame at the questions had her in a very insecure area of her mind at the moment. Girofi approached her, holding the hooded robe she had walked over underneath.

“What about my flight suit?” she asked. Huhviwe picked it up and examined it.

“Such an unflattering garment for a slave of your nature.” The Twi’lek seemed almost disgusted that Jaina would have ever thought to have worn such a thing. Girofi walked towards the Hutt majordomo after Jaina had donned the robe and took the flight suit from his hands.

“I’ll make sure you get it back on board your ship,” he said. Folding it neatly in his hands while the Twi’lek looked on with a face that was a mixture of glee and surprise.

“Thank you,” she replied. Jaina turned to the majordomo and looked at him in person fully for the first time. He was tall with a long lekku that stretched well past his shoulders, even with it wrapped around his neck in what Jaina had to admit was a dashing look.

“Before we go to this jeweler or whatever for what I can only assume is more humiliation and degradation, I believe you should have some evidence for me to go over,” Jaina said in her best authoritative voice she could muster after having been on display for all of them only moments ago.

“Quite right.” The Twi’lek’s eyes shone as he regarded her and nodded. He reached into his robe’s pockets and produced five data pads.

“I argued against showing you even this much, but Rotta wanted to make sure you could not say no. Although he will destroy a year’s worth of work and years of planning, he deems you worth it, even if only for a month. After seeing the display I have just seen however, I am once more reminded to never doubt the mighty Rotta,” Huhviwe stated as he handed the pads over to her.

“I would like some time to study these," Jaina wasn’t exactly asking but Huhviwe acknowledged it with a nod and so did Girofi. Batuun was already busy going over her measurements and the probe data, no doubt fast in thought and process for creating whatever outfits the Hutt had dreamed up.

“We have to walk back past my club on the way to the jeweler. We can break there and allow you time,” Girofi offered while looking over at Huhviwe and Jaina.

“That would be acceptable,” the Twi’lek replied.

Jaina nodded and together they all made their way back to the club, leaving Batuun behind who was making his way into the back behind that little alcove he had appeared from when they left. Jaina mused it must be his workshop behind the shop.

Jaina was given the small office to go through the documents in the club. The slave of Girofi’s had left the office by the time they arrived back. Jaina had not seen her in the brief time they were in the club proper, and a small portion of her mind wondered where she was now. Girofi had immediately left and Hohviwe stuck by her side in the office, answering any questions she may have. She found his presence lingering and pervish, but she supposed that was to be expected with how things were working out.

Sitting in just the robe was oddly freeing, she had to admit. On the walk back over, she had felt every gust of wind get up and under the robe, blowing on her pussy and her still wet and engorged clit. To knowingly walk in the middle of such a densely populated area with only the robe covering her had been shameful and frightful at first but as she grew accustomed to it and after realized no one was staring openly at her she began to enjoy an odd sense of freedom under the robe. Keeping her mind focused on the task on hand, Jaina looked into the datapads as soon as they had arrived. At first, it was all trade agreements with local and independent traders just outside of Hutt space. Completely in line with Alliance thinking and even what the Hutts had told her. It was on the last datapad that Jaina realized just how much Rotta wanted to make sure she could not say it was not enough to keep her for at least a month. If she were being honest with herself the information contained on the last datapad was so good that she was surprised he had settled for a month and sent it over even though it was only a month.

Contained on the datapad were treaty agreements with the planetary bodies of more than a dozen systems just outside of Hutt space. A couple of them had agreed to cede authority over essentially all of their systems to the Hutts in exchange for protection and materials. Others were simple military pacts guaranteeing mutual security. Most of them were already in the final terms of negotiation, but only two of them were signed. They were with local populaces that were almost already considered a part of Hutt space. More distressingly though were agreements in place with several sitting senators of the Alliance, offering and guaranteeing monetary support to them in exchange for giving the Hutt’s a free hand. This information alone would impeach many and sink many more careers.

“Rotta must know that even if he informs everyone of all of this being exposed it will kill many careers and the systems involved may face stigma afterwards,” Jaina reasoned aloud but also looking for a response from Hohviwe.

“No one can accurately predict the mind of the Great Rotta but I would imagine he is looking to do just that. Those senators have probably wronged him and I’ll be honest I know of at least twenty more that are currently indentured to us that are not listed. As for the systems on the pads, I would think he is trying to scare them into either his arms or your Galactic Alliance. Either way, the systems become more secure in the off-chance there is another prolonged and deadly war,” Hohviwe reasoned.

Jaina took a moment to think that through and it made sense in a cold, calculated and most deservedly Hutt way. Focusing her eyes again on the pad she had to admit that the information on there was more than enough to convince the Alliance that there was nothing more than diversity and security that was prompting the Hutts to expand.

“Well, I can’t deny that he hasn’t given enough information. This should be more than sufficient. The deal is made and I agree,” Jaina said. It all felt so formal and final that Jaina could almost feel the lock of a collar being placed around her throat.

“My Master will be pleased to hear that. Only a few hours have passed and I am to accompany you back to Coruscant where we will take another ship back here. Before we leave, I have some business to finish. I will meet you at your ship in two hours,” Hohvwie got up from the seat he had placed himself at in the small office and bowed before her before leaving, not even allowing a comment from Jaina.

Jaina sat in the dimly lit office looking at the monitors that were tuned to porn the first time she had seen them. Now they did what they were intended to do and showed the club. She saw on the monitors the Twi’lek leave the club and she just sat there and contemplated her fate.

Her ship was small enough that the engines warmed quickly and easily. It was as well maintained as she could manage, only having it for a short time. She waited in the cabin for Hohvwie to arrive. Her mind was going a mile a minute, not really coming to terms yet with what she had done. Looking over at the fresher and remembering her hours of cumming just thinking about being enslaved, she wondered if that was some kind of force vision. Or worse, was it a case where she purposefully, without even knowing, manipulated the situation so that she had to be enslaved to the Hutt? That thought alone was immense and disturbing enough that she didn’t want to think about it. She was almost glad when the hold chimed to tell her that there was someone at the airlock. She opened the landing ramp from the small cargo bay and there at the end of the ramp stood the Twi’lek. He carried a small duffle bag on his shoulder and a small briefcase in his hand.

“Greetings, future slave. Rotta sends his regards and Batuun sends his first outfit.” Huhviwe lifted the briefcase to emphasize the point. He walked past her, up the ramp and into the ship.

“Standard fare for this model. Only one bed. I will sleep out in the lounge,” Huhviwe stated while he picked out a corner to place his duffle bag down. He dropped the suitcase onto the small table that served in the kitchen. Jaina walked up behind and regarded the case. He saw her eyeline and smiled.

“You are not allowed to see it yet. You will love it though I promise you. Batuun has outdone himself both in quality and in efficiency,” Huhviwe laughed while heading towards the small kitchen and looking in the cold storage for a drink.

“Wow, you Jedi travel sparse, don’t you? Don’t suppose you can wait an hour while I have the ship provisioned for actual people?” He teased, but Jaina sensed a truthfulness in those words.

“I have some final checks to go through. I am sure you can get our ship clearance at any time. If you would be more comfortable with some more things brought on board then have at it,” Jaina clarified for him.

“How wonderfully accommodating.” He pulled out his commlink and immediately made some calls.

Jaina smiled on her way to the cockpit. Truthfully, she wouldn’t mind some more provisions on board for the three day return to Coruscant. For every hour she stayed here at the spaceport was delaying her return and inevitable enslavement to Rotta just that much longer. Settling into the cockpit, Jaina’s thoughts lingered on the case with her first official uniform under Rotta’s power just sitting there as if it was calling to her.

Shaking her mind and her body both literally and figuratively, she studied the star charts and the comm unit. Sure enough, Huhviwe had made her clearance open-ended so she could blast out of the port whenever she desired. Her mind still ablaze with ideas and fantasies, she tried to quiet her mind with a calming technique. Focusing her breathing and relaxing her body, Jaina attempted to enter a meditative state. Her fingers on the other hand had a different idea. Now thankfully redressed in her flightsuit, they were working her way down to her covered pussy. The first time her finger brushed against her covered clit, Jaina’s mind came back to the present and looked down. Her right hands were making circles around her clit while her left hand was ascending back to pull on her left nipple.

“MMMMMMMM.” She tried to bite her lip to prevent the moan from coming from her mouth, but she didn’t react in time. She stopped her actions and looked down and out of the cockpit to see if he had heard anything. There were no words from him or action except the whine of the docking ramp coming down. Jaina looked at the control panel in the cockpit and saw that the landing ramp was descending. She walked out of the cockpit down to the storage area to find Huhviwe greeting five loader droids arriving with enough provisions Jaina thought for a three-month journey. Beyond just food and drink, there was some clothing and even an entertainment unit she thought she saw.

“You don’t need all of that for a three-day trip,” Jaina stated while walking up to stand next to Huhviwe.

“Quite right. Most of this is for our return trip. I am unsure how well provisioned the Master’s yacht is currently stationed on Coruscant. So I took no chances with what I could get here in an hour and the rest I can, of course, get on planet in Coruscant while you deliver your information,” Huhviwe replied.

Jaina stood next to him with her arms folded across her chest. She nodded her understanding and watched as a six droid hauler arrived with more crates. Soon the cargo load of the small freighter was effectively full.

“I’m just going to check if we have enough fuel with the extra cargo,” Jaina knew she didn’t have to, knowing she had close to a full tank, but she wanted to get out of his presence. She couldn’t just stand next to the Twi’lek who seemed to be utterly composed most of the time while her clit throbbed with need underneath her flight suit.

“Of course. Next time you might try taking the suit off in order for better access and a quicker orgasm,” the Twi’lek smiled at her and winked. Jaina left the cargo hold mortified and went to her cabin and lay down.

The ship left Nar Shaarda space less than two hours later. Jaina laid in a course for Coruscant with the autopilot. Huhviwe kept his distance and when Jaina went back into the lounge, she discovered that there was a new fridge loaded with food and a drink. She opened it up to take a look and saw many delicacies and a few drinks she wouldn’t mind having.

“It is of course open to you if you wish,” Huhviwe called from across the small lounge. He sat on the small chair that was around the small table in the little kitchenette.

“Thank you,” Jaina called back and took a hold of a fizzy drink that she had before and loved. With no other chairs available in the lounge except the other one around the small table, Jaina made her way towards it. Huhviwe motioned for her to sit and she took the seat.

“A smooth flight out and I wasn’t even aware we were in hyperspace. A testament to your abilities,” Huhviwe remarked.

“Thank you. The extra cargo you added gave some good balance as we broke atmosphere,” Jaina replied.

The Twi’lek nodded and took a sip from a mug he had been hiding behind his lekku.

“How did you become involved with Rotta?” Jaina asked.

“I was involved with his father, actually. I was just starting out. When your mother killed him on Tatooine all those years ago, I was on my first assignment. I was taking young Rotta to a secure location. Mighty Jabba had determined that there was major upheaval coming to the galaxy and wanted his young protected.”

Jaina nodded and tried not to wince at the comment towards her mother.

“So you stayed with him and rose through the ranks.”

“Quite right. I have a talent for detail and numbers,” Huhviwe acknowledged.

“Handy traits for a criminal organization.”

“So tell me young Solo, when you were masturbating before. Were you thinking of your new Master? Or maybe something more specific. The outfit I have brought aboard for you, perhaps. Or maybe there is something that has been with you since you came to Nar Shaarda. You are familiar with the ways of the Hutt and your family among most others are more intimately familiar with how the Hutts treat beautiful, powerful women. Were you already imaging yourself in a collar?”

Jaina took a sip of her drink and rose from the table. Adjusting her flight suit as she did.

“I am going to be honest with you, Huhviwe. It’s a little of all and I really don’t want to talk about it right now.”

“Understandable. Then I’ll say this and then leave you to your own devices. I can help you but you will have to ask for it and I will make you beg for it. Oh, how I will make you beg,” He took another sip from his mug. Jaina turned on her heels and started back towards the cockpit.

“I am quite aware of the type of help you wish to and want to provide and who knows I may take you up on it but let me be clear. I don’t beg. If Rotta wants me to beg….. I’ll beg because I am aware of what I have agreed to. I am his property pretty much the moment I give this intelligence to my superiors but until then I have my own free will and even after that I will need an order from Rotta to tell me to beg anyone but him.”

The Twi’lek watched the young Jedi go and took a sip from his mug once more.

“She is fire incarnate….. Rotta has chosen well.”

The rest of the trip back to Coruscant was relatively uneventful and even cordial. Huhviwe kept his word and did not pressure her anymore on her sexual appetites and Jaina did her best to suppress a mounting libido. When they arrived on the planet Jaina performed all the shutdown systems checks and then left him to his own as she took the data pads and went straight to headquarters. with instructions from Huhviwe to comm him when she was done.

The General’s office was unchanged from the past couple of days. She was escorted into the office by a pair of uniformed military police which was quite standard. When she arrived in the office, the Sullestion General gave her a wide smile and motioned for her to sit.

“You are either extremely efficient and lucky and thus have the information or you were completely rebuffed as soon as you entered the system,” The General stated.

In reply Jaina reached into a courier bag she had hidden the data pads in and produced them for the General.

“I’ve looked over all of this myself. It was handed to me straight from Rotta’s majordomo. It’s all the information the Alliance needs to ascertain whether the Hutts are a threat or not,” Jaina laid them out on a small coffee table at her feet. The General immediately picked one up and began to browse through it.

“This is absolutely unbelievable information,” The General was almost giddy with excitement.

“You haven’t seen the best stuff. I have been given names of systems that are currently in active negotiations with the Hutts as well as Senators here on Coruscant that are at the very least taking bribes from the Hutts,” Jaina teased the better stuff.

“You have done phenomenally well. What did it cost?” The General asked.

“I have agreed to certain personal favours to the Hutt,” Jaina tried her best to skirt the issue.

“I don’t like the idea of a Colonel and even a Jedi being beholden to a Hutt, Colonel Solo,” The General warned.

Jaina had to force herself not to laugh. The Hutt had no doubt other means to influence even higher members of the military.

“No, it is more of a personal matter,” Jaina tried her best again to steer the conversation clear.

“I am afraid I must ask for more information, Colonel. What have you offered the Hutt in exchange for all of this valuable information?” The General pressed.

“There was only one thing he wanted from me. More so than any military secrets or favours or that a Jedi could offer, ” Jaina began. The General nodded as she spoke.

“Which is what?” He asked.

“Me,” Jaina said simply. The general looked at her and his head continued to nod until it stopped and his brow furrowed. Realization finally dawned within his mind and Jaina caught him shivering from head to toe.

“You? As in physically you?” The General wanted clarification but was too much of a gentleman to ask.

“Yes, as his servant and more,” Jaina confirmed.

“More?” The General said it as if he didn’t want to say it, but his curiosity was getting the best of him.

“I am sure you could guess General. I would rather not say it aloud because I am still coming to terms with it myself,” Jaina said a little more angrily than she would have liked but she had had enough of babying around the subject.

There was silence in the General’s office for a bit until he nodded and told her he understood. She informed him and left papers at Headquarters she was taking a leave of absence.

Walking the streets of Coruscant, Jaina took it all in. As always, the streets were full of walkers and hovering transports. All around her were large buildings. Walkways criss crossing each other. The scene so very unique to this planet was like a big warm blanket to her. There was something very settling about it. Her thoughts though drifted to her future and what she had to prepare herself for. Deciding to get it over and done with, she pulled her commlink out and messaged Huhviwe. He directed her to a spaceport about two hours away by transport. Jaina was familiar with the port. It was used only by the wealthy. Specially designed for them with their own hangers and clubs, the port even turned down Chief of States and royalty. It was for the most wealthy and far too often that meant it was for the vilest people in the world. The travel there by transport took just under two hours and Jaina found herself outside a very nondescript door. Despite its large size that looked like she could fly a squadron of X-Wings through side by side. It was solid glass but tempered to be opaque. Jaina tried to enter through what she assumed was the humanoid entrance, but she found it locked. Pulling her commlink from her belt, she keyed in Huhviwe.

“I am here but I can not get in,” Jaina chimed.

“Ah, apologies. Rotta has had the port closed down for your privacy. It is only me and the droids here. I will be with you shortly.”

In moments Huhviwe appeared at the very door she had been standing at and welcomed her inside. The large port was indeed designed to serve thousands if not hundreds of thousands. The lobby she entered was as large as a corvette and was decorated in silvers and glass with the odd sparkle of genuine gold from the look of it. It gave the entire lobby the feel of something elegant, old and ostentatious all at the same time. Jaina was impressed. There was a set of wide stairs, wide enough for five X-Wings to fly side by side along. They twirled up and up connected each floor. On the second floor was a large bar and conference area from the look of it. The third floor seemed to be some sort of large sitting and dining area. Jaina didn’t get good enough looks before she was taken to the fourth floor that had a long corridor with massive glass windows on each side. Looking through the glass, Jaina saw row upon row of yachts and pleasure cruisers below.

Every forty feet or so, the glass would stop and reveal a door with a handprint and identification scanner. It led to a skywalk that would take to the designed ship below. Huhviwe led her about half the way down the corridor before stopping at one door and entering the required information. They entered a smaller bordered glass skywalk that seemed to have a gentle slope down to the hanger below. From here Jaina could see each individual skywalk ended in a sort of lounge area that was connected to the ships.

Huhviwe led her into one of these lounge areas opposite a very large Baudo class luxury yacht. It was shaped almost like an ancient arrowhead; the ships had twin engines at the back and the cockpit at the tip of the arrowhead. With sweeping wings out to complete the arrowhead-like appearance, Baudo class ships were known for this luxury and ability to customize. This one seemed to have a sensor pod attached to the top center of the right wing and another pod on the left wing that resembled a fuel compartment but Jaina wasn’t entirely sure and attaching something like that at that area would be foolish, she thought. Her mind and eyes focused on the ship, she did not notice that she had entered the lounge. The enormous glass walls that surrounded it gave her complete and utter views of the ship. Getting closer, she saw that what she thought was a fuel pod was another heavy grade sensor kit. One she knew quite well. It was the same type and model that her Dad installed on the Falcon.

Relieved that she had figured that out she trained her eyes on the lounge for the first time. Large plush looking L shaped couches dominated all four corners of the lounge. So large that they stretched almost into the midway of the walls, giving only enough room for a pair of people to walk in between them. In the centre of the room was a large holoprojector with a console attached at the bottom. Behind the couches on the left side was a small kitchenette with a droid that was currently inactive and next to that was a bar with another service droid behind that. That droid was active, his eyes shining a brilliant shade of red as it casually wiped down a glass in one of its arms while pouring a drink in another. It was there that Huhviwe was leading them. The drink was on the bar and served by the time they got there. Huhviwe took it and drank right away.

“Would you care for a drink?” He asked, taking a sip of a dark brown liquid that was iced down with a fair amount of ice.

“I would like some water, please,” she answered and immediately she noticed the droid bartender get to work. Jaina noticed some high-backed stools that came out from the bar. Huhviwe was leaning against one and she did the same. Placing her arms over the back of one, she waited for her drink.

“The ship is prepared. Only a droid staff as his Lord Rotta desires no one to know of your impending arrival,” Huhviwe stated. Jaina understood this. In her mind she imagined herself being unveiled like some sort of new speeder in front of a joyous and perverted crowd.

“How very considerate,” Jaina deadpanned.

Huhviwe chuckled as he took another sip.

“So shall we go then?” Jaina asked.

“Not quite. Waiting on a call from Mighty Rotta. He wishes to speak to you before you embark on your return to him,” Huhviwe stated.

“Any hints on what he wants?” Jaina asked. She was genuinely curious about what Rotta could possibly want to talk to her about that could not wait three days for the return trip to Nar Shaarda and Nal Hutta.

“Knowing Rotta as I do, I would imagine he wishes to speak to you about when your service begins,” Huhviwe replied.

“I thought it would begin as soon as I saw him,” Jaina replied.

Huhviwe regarded her for a moment and for the first time she heard him sigh.

“I would think not. I brought your travel suit in that briefcase. I would say but do not hold on to it, he is going to start the count today. Which I assume you will approve of because that would automatically be three days off of your thirty right away on the trip to him,” Huhviwe replied.

Jaina thought about it and his reasoning made sense. The mention of the briefcase made her clit tingle a little, which she had been thankful it hadn’t done since she left the ship earlier. No doubt it would also mean she would be put under Huhviwe’s care for those three days. His offer to help her became clear in her mind. Breathing a sigh herself, she had to admit though that the time being taken off of her sentence outweighed any other concern.

“You are right and if that is what he wants I will agree to it,” Jaina replied.

“Excellent. I look forward to beginning your training.”

“If that’s what he wants,” Jaina warned but she knew just as well as he that it was indeed going to happen.

Huhviwe had another drink, and Jaina finished her water before the holoprojector chimed to indicate an incoming call. The projector itself was a full-sized ovoid only about two feet off of the ground. When the call connected the entire huge form of Rotta came into view. He was only slightly distorted with the holoprojector. Jaina had to admit it was a very good connection. Like most holo projectors it tended to colour everything a slight blue hue and normally in full-sized projectors like this, it was worse but clearly the spaceport invested in only the best. Huhviwe moved from the bar and moved to stand in front of the Huge projected form of Rotta the Hutt. Jaina stayed by the bar, but she knew he could see her from where she stood.

“Ah, it is good to see you are going to honor our agreement.” Rotta had turned his massive head towards her on the projector. His massive tongue reaching out to lick his lips.

Jaina knew she should show proper obedience, so she nodded her head and walked to stand next to Huhviwe.

“I honor my commitments, Rotta.”

“HOHOHO, I know little Jedi. I wanted to speak to you and my majordomo before you were in hyperspace.”

“Yes, Huhviwe told me. What can I do for you now, Rotta?” Jaina asked with full knowledge of what was about to happen.

“HOHOHO! The information I gave you was enough for your superiors?” Rotta asked.

“Yes. That is why I am here, Rotta. To honor my end.”

“Good, then I wish your time to begin with me now,” Rotta spoke through the holoprojector.

“I won’t be with you for another three days at minimum Rotta. Are you sure you want to burn those days without me even there?” Jaina asked.

“HOHOHOHO my majordomo is an excellent enough trainer to begin your process and as such when you arrive you will not have missed much in the way of time,” Rotta explained.

Beside her Huhviwe practically beamed in recognition of the compliment from his Lord. Jaina waited a few moments and sighed. Knowing this was the last free choice for the next thirty days, she took her time.

“Okay then. Time begins now then,” Jaina conceded.

“HOHOHOHOHO!” The giant Hutt seemed so very pleased over the holoprojector.

“I am pleased you are happy,” Huhviwe interjected.

“Beyond pleased my servant,” Rotta addressed his majordomo. Jaina stood in front of the holoprojector, suddenly unaware or unable to determine what she was to do next. She had just placed her life into the hands of these gangsters and she felt nothing but anxiety and arousal. Her arms folded across her chest in what she thought was more of a protective gesture than anything.

“Now then my new servant, I wish a demonstration of your loyalty and commitment right now,” Rotta addressed her now.

“Such as what?” Jaina said. Her arms tightening across her chest.

“HOHOHO. A slave as beautiful as you dressed in such common and casual attire is not how I prefer my slaves. Strip, slave.” Rotta declared.

Jaina had of course stripped for the merchant back on Nar Shaarda and knew it was going to be much more than stripping in the end with her time with Rotta, but knowing one thing and then taking action was another. Reluctantly, she reached behind to unzip her flight suit. The zipper was at the back of her neck. She found it with practiced fingers and began to take the zipper down. Tracing along her spine, the zipper loosened the flightsuit, causing it to come loose over her shoulders. It stopped at the small of her back. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves and was thankful for the moment she was still in her bra. Keeping it on, she hooked her fingers into the sides of her suit and pulled it down. Coming down over her waist, it revealed her underwear before bunching at her knees. She reached down and removed her boots and socks before standing upright again to finish pulling down the rest of the suit. She stepped out of it and Huhviwe immediately scooped it up, moving towards the bar area. Jaina eyed him with a corner of her eye while she stared at the holoprojector and the image of the Hutt. His lips were being licked by his large tongue, which stopped him from talking at the moment. Jaina stood in her bra and panties while Huhviwe reached behind the bar and pulled up the briefcase he had come with from Nar Shaarda.

“The rest of it now, slave!” the mighty Hutt bellowed.

“Yes, Rotta,” Jaina responded. As she finished her statement and reached behind her to unhook her bra, Huhviwe arrived and with the briefcase in one hand. He used his free hand to slap her ass very hard.

“That is ‘Yes Master!’” He warned. Jaina stared at him with a dark intent for only a moment before she realized this too was a part of the process.

“Sorry. Yes, Master,” Jaina replied. Saying the word Master was not a big deal to her. She grew up calling her Uncle Master and then Aunt Mara Master as they taught her everything they knew about the force. It was a teacher and student relationship. However, in this case, the use of Master was of an owner, lording it over his property which was her. The use of that word that meant so much to her was shattering. It was humiliating and demeaning and using it now for this act and for all the others that will come seemed positively wrong. She stifled a tear while she unhooked her bra and removed it from her torso. Huhviwe reached over and took it from her. Throwing it on a nearby couch. Jaina stood topless before the projected Hutt.

“HOHOHOHO much bigger than I thought. Very good, HOHOHOHO,” The Hutt seemed to be enjoying himself.

“Yes, I thought so as well. Look at the colour of her areola and how strikingly erect her nipples have become, mighty Rotta,” Huhviwe reached over and pinched a nipple as Jaina was hooking her fingers into her panties.

“OWW!” Jaina cried.

“Sensitive too,” Huhviwe remarked.

“HOHOHOHO!” Rotta’s deep voice rumbled through the lounge.

Jaina pressed on, removing her panties and showcasing her neatly trimmed pussy. She handed the panties to Huhviwe who accepted them with as much glee as she had ever seen. He placed the briefcase down on the nearest couch and opened it. It was slightly behind her, and Jaina wanted to keep her body and eyes forward to watch the projected form of the Hutt. Rotta’s image could very well have frozen, as he didn’t seem to move. Thankfully for Jaina, the quality of the holoprojector was such that she could see little droplets of drool escaping from his lips. That was the only hint that the image hadn’t frozen. Jaina stood in front of the image for what felt like hours but it was only a moment.

“HOHOHO you are indeed everything I wanted!” Rotta finally managed to say. Jaina was somewhat happy and proud of herself for having taken the Hutt’s speech away, if only for a moment. Huhviwe returned without anything in his hand and stood between the projected Hutt and Jaina for a moment. Jaina could see some annoyance on the Hutts face but he didn’t say anything. Huhviwe reached out and took Jaina's wrists in his hands.

“Place your hands on your head.” He moved her hands up without her resisting. Placing her hands on her head and then he pushed them down so they were on the back of her head. Moving behind her, he grabbed her elbows with his hands and pushed them out from her body. Her breasts became upright and perkier, which caused the Hutt to lick his lips, his big bulbous eyes bulging even larger. Still standing behind her, Huhviwe took a hold of her hips and had her widen her legs. He placed her feet in line with her hips and then told her to shuffle just a little wider. Jaina was all too aware that with her legs now spread, it completely exposed her pussy to the Hutt. Her tight pussy lips gripped together and Jaina could almost feel Rotta’s eyes focusing on her most private part. Huhviwe reached from behind her between her legs and Jaina felt his hand cup her pussy.

“Tight and warm to the touch, my Lord,” Huhviwe reported before asking. “Did you read the report of her prior sexual contact, mighty Rotta?”

“HOHOHO I did with great and keen interest. Such an inexperienced yet beautiful slave,” Rotta announced. Jaina felt the heat of shame rising to her cheeks. Huhviwe’s hand was still cupped on her pussy when Jaina felt a finger enter her pussy. She tried to hide her surprise but she could not help but yelp a little as he entered her, first with one finger and then two. Jaina bit her lip before she could say anything.

“Wet, warm and tight, my Lord. An absolute exquisite feel. The best I have ever felt, Master Rotta,” Huhviwe announced. His fingers leaving her pussy. His hand removing itself from cupping her pussy. He moved to stand beside her. Jaina looked over to see him sticking the two fingers he had inside of her into his mouth and sucking on them like some kind of rare delicacy.

“Sweet and a little salty, my Lord, absolutely a delight to taste. I am sure you will love it,” Huhviwe continued and now the heat in her cheeks was fully aflame and Jaina tried to hide her face but Huhviwe caught the slight movement of her face and took a hold of her jaw and made sure she was looking at Rotta. His hand then went down to grip her ass and he pushed a single finger into her asshole which caused another yelp from Jaina. Her hands briefly flashed down to grab his hand to stop him. Huhviwe looked at her sternly as he took hold of her hands and placed them back on her head.

“Eyes on your Master, slave,” Huhviwe ordered and Jaina looked out into the huge projected form of the Hutt who was staring eagerly at her. She felt the finger go in her butt again. Suppressing another yelp, Jaina allowed it. She tried to force herself to relax. She felt the finger go in and twist a little before he removed it.

“Very tight asshole. If she squeezed any harder, she would have taken my finger,” Huhviwe chuckled as he said it. This elicited chuckles from Rotta as well.

“Show me how you were playing with yourself slave,” Huhviwe commanded.

“What… here? Now?” Jaina asked, trying to keep her eyes forward as she had been ordered to do so.

“Yes, here and now. Take your hands from your head and show your Master how you pleasure yourself,” Huhviwe demanded.

Her right hand came down first. She only ever used her right hand. Her left was either doing nothing or just slightly caressing her nipples, she thought. She knew he was referring to when she was playing with herself the other day onboard the ship. With her right hand, she started to trace along her sex. Already puffed and ready from all the humiliations and thoughts running through her mind, she knew it wouldn’t take long even with the added humiliation of doing it in front of the Hutt and his majordomo. Her left hand came down to play with her left nipple. Erect as they seemed to always be nowadays she remarked to herself she closed her eyes and started to trace her clit with her right hand.

“No,” Huhviwe grabbed her jaw again and forced her to open her eyes.

“Never break eye contact unless told slave. Look at your Master. Look him in the eyes as you pleasure yourself. That is no longer your body. It is his now. It is his property, and he wants to see you use it. He wants to look into your eyes and see you cum. Understand slave?” Huhviwe ranted.

“Yes.” It was the only thing Jaina could manage through a whisper. Her hand was still stroking and tracing around her clit.

“I am not your Master but all men are better than you now. I am a Sir, try that again,” Huhviwe demanded. He slapped on her butt to emphasize his point.

“Yes, I understand Sir,” Jaina tried her best not to close her eyes, but she did as her finger traced around her clit one more time. It caused another smack on her butt from Huhviwe.

“Eyes open, slave!” Huhviwe barked.

“Ye….Yes Sir,” Jaina stammered trying to take in the information while pleasuring herself.

Huhviwe stood next to her but she could feel his hand hovering slightly off of her butt. The feeling was as if he was waiting for a reason to smack her. Jaina tried not to think about it. Her thoughts were too focused anyway on the need to cum. As humiliating as it was standing there, forced to look into the eyes of the Hutt, she was on the verge of cumming.

“Good slave. Now I want you to continue to pleasure yourself like the whore you are and say these words…. ‘My mouth belongs to you Master Rotta’…..” Huhviwe prompted. Jaina’s fingers, busy making little circles around her clit, stopped for a moment as she pondered the words. It was only a moment, but that was all Huhviwe required. His hand smacked down on her butt not once but twice in quick succession. Jaina jumped in response, and Huhviwe noticed she closed her eyes as she did so.

“Eyes open!!” he demanded again with another slap delivered across her butt.

“Yes, Sir,” Jaina cried making sure her eyes stayed on the image of the large Hutt. Rotta was silent except for his heavy breathing and the occasional sucking sound his lips made when he licked them.

“Say the words slave just as I gave them to you.” Huhviwe smacked her ass again and this time Jaina didn’t jump or close her eyes.

“My mouth belongs to you Master Rotta,” Jaina stated.

“Good… ‘My pussy belongs to you, Master Rotta’…” Huhviwe prompted.

“My pussy belongs to you Master Rotta,” Jaina repeated. Her breathing becoming more irregular, she could feel the orgasm was close.

“Excellent…. ‘My ass belongs to you Master Rotta’…”

“My ass belongs to you Master Rotta,” Jaina’s mind was awash in having to repeat the phrases but with each phrase, she felt herself coming that much closer to cumming in front of them.

“Good….. ‘My orgasms belong to you, Master Rotta’….” Huhviwe continued.

“My orgasms belong to you, Master Rotta,” Jaina repeated.

Huhviwe didn’t smack her ass, but he placed his hand on her ass and squeezed. Causing Jaina to yelp a little and her fingers to stop tracing around her clit for a moment but she did not break eye contact.

“Good slave…. ‘My body belongs to you Master Rotta’….” Huhviwe demanded in a whisper into her ear. His hand was still clutching onto her ass cheeks from behind.

“My body belongs to you Master Rotta,” Jaina dutifully repeated. Her orgasm so close she was rocking her hips back and forth trying to prevent it. Trying to prevent this basic humiliation from occurring.

“Very good slave…. Now cum. Cum right now in front of your Master. He demands it!” Huhviwe commanded. Jaina’s eyes, still locked on the holo projected image of Rotta, flashed with sorrow for one moment but only a moment. After that, her body responded in a way she had never experienced before. It was as if being given that order and permission to cum opened a large gate that had been holding a wellspring of pleasure behind it. All too aware of his hand still gripping her ass cheek and wanting to avoid another slap, Jaina kept her eyes on the Hutt. His lips being licked so earnestly that Jaina was sure he was very much enjoying himself. Her hips bucked as her orgasm washed over her. She felt almost as if it drained energy from the tips of her longest hair to her toes. Her body became alive in pleasure as she cummed with a force she had never experienced in her entire life. It was all she could do to keep herself upright and eyes trained on Rotta. All of her energy was pouring into her pussy.

Jaina erupted in the flow of an orgasm. For the first time in her life, she squirted onto the floor in front of her. Humiliated at this act, her body seemed to have enough energy to make her cheeks turn red with shame. She had to catch herself more than once as her knees buckled. When she was about to crash to the floor, she felt Huhviwe’s hand remove itself from her behind and grabbed her around the waist, adding his strength to hers and keeping her upright. His head looked out over her shoulder while she continued to lock gazes with Rotta. It was then that she realized it wasn’t just one orgasm she was experiencing, it was a multitude of them. Maybe three or four already, as her knees seemed to become like jelly. Jaina let her whole body fall into Huhviwe’s arms and breathed a thank you into his ear as he kept her upright. Her eyes never lost their lock with her Hutt master.

“Say the phrases again,” Huhviwe whispered back into her ear. Jaina was aghast at the very notion of it. Her body was still ablaze in the throes of another orgasm. After her first squirt she had squirted another three times and each time she felt more and more shame.

“Say them again, slave,” he prompted in another whisper but this time with a hardness in his voice. Still holding her upright, Jaina had to foster the energy to even remember the words.

“My mouth belongs to you Master Rotta,” Jaina repeated. Finishing the words started another orgasm coursing through her body. She had to stop while it drained energy from her she wasn’t even aware she still had left. Convulsing in Huhviwe’s hands while she orgasmed.

“My pussy belongs to you Master Rotta,” Jaina said, amazed at finding the energy to repeat the words. Another rolling orgasm came through her body. She felt it building once more and before she could utter another word it erupted again from her like some wild volcano. With her body held upright by Huhviwe’s surprising strength, all Jaina had to do was keep her eyes on Rotta and cum. Something she was more than happy to do.

“My ass belongs to you Master Rotta,” Jaina repeated with a little more strength this time. The orgasms washing over her while draining her of energy seemed to be replacing her body with another type of energy.

“My orgasms belong to you Master Rotta,” Jaina continued, her energy being replenished now with each cum. Still drained and unable to stand on her own, she felt that this new energy coming into her body with each cum was only to be used in service to her cums. It was a self-fulfilling prophecy of cumming, she thought. Giving her energy enough to sustain as many cums as required.

“My body belongs to you Master Rotta,” Jaina said, managing to use some of this energy to take some of her weight back from Huhviwe who stood holding her in a firm embrace, making sure she kept standing. The rolling cums coming through her body were causing a constant squirting now. Almost as if she were some sort of geyser, just expelling pressure under the hot wild core of an active and newly awakened volcano.

With a gentleness that betrayed him, Huhviwe softly allowed Jaina to fall to the floor even while another orgasm was ripping through. Confused at first, Jaina broke eye contact with Rotta to look at Huhviwe. His return smile was enough to let her know she was okay and he was happy with her. For some reason, that meant something to her. Not having time to consider this, her mind immediately told her to refocus on Rotta, who was still looking down from the holoprojector. He had a smile as wide as anything Jaina had ever seen on his face. His lips coated in his saliva that his tongue just didn’t seem to have enough ability to wipe away.

“HOHOHOHO an excellent display,” Rotta finally broke a silence that seemed to have settled on Jaina’s very being.

Huhviwe stood over her. His hand was on her head patting her like some sort of baby or worse, a pet.

“She is extremely responsive, Lord Rotta. A born slut and dare I say a born slave,” Huhviwe’s comments were more demeaning with each humiliating word but Jaina could not find the strength in her to fight them. There was a truthfulness to them that frightened her.

“Bring her to me as soon as you can, my servant. I long for her more than anything I have ever wanted before,” Rotta’s words were uncharacteristically human. There was a longing in them for sure.

“Yes, my Lord. We will board the Jeweled Princess shortly,” Huhviwe responded with a bow.

Jaina would have snorted at the name of the ship, but she didn’t have the energy and there was a certain endearing quality to it. Slumped as she was on the floor, looking up at the large Hutt projected in front of her, Jaina couldn’t help but feel small and nothing but a piece of property to something so large and in control.

“Good. I await your return,” The Hutt signed off and the holoprojector shut down. Suddenly to Jaina the room felt smaller somehow.

“Such a good show you put on, slave. Let's get you cleaned up on the ship and we can take off’

“Yes Sir,” was all Jaina could manage to say.

The ship was as well-appointed as Jaina would have thought. Her mind though, didn’t take in much. Still exhausted, she was led into the ship and immediately into a very luxurious wash and makeup room. With a tenderness that surprised Jaina, she was shown a washer and told to clean herself up. Her dried juices caked along her thighs and legs. Slumped down in the shower as if she had just gone through the war again, Jaina barely was able to turn the water on. Not even flinching when it was too cold, she allowed the water to warm up on her and warm her up with it. In her mind, she thought perhaps she should cry, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Her clit tingled with need and every time she tried to get upset about what had just transpired, she was more eager than afraid for what would be next.

After what felt like an eternity in the shower, Jaina emerged with a towel around her head and another around her body. Still a little wet she saw in the cabin where the shower was, there was a bed. On it sat Huhviwe, who had the briefcase with him. She had forgotten about that briefcase while her mind was occupied with orgasms.

“Slaves should never be covered, but in this case I will make an exception,” Huhviwe stated.

“Thank you…. Sir,” Jaina added the Sir at the end after almost forgetting it.

“I am glad you are remembering your manners,” Huhviwe motioned for her to come and sit with him on the bed.

“This bed I imagine looks quite comfortable.”

“Yes, Sir,” Jaina admitted.

“Do you think you will be given a bed at Rotta’s palace?” Huhviwe asked.

“I imagine not Sir,” Jaina answered truthfully.

“Quite right. So as much as I would like to allow you to use it, I have other sleeping arrangements for you. Follow me please,” Huhviwe took a hold of the case and ushered her out of the cabin and into the main area of the sip. With just the two of them aboard and a few droid helpers, Jaina didn’t feel at all odd being out there in just two towels. Huhviwe led her to the cargo hold. Entering in, she noticed that the hold had been converted although hastily into a bit of a sex dungeon. She even recognized some of the crates as the same ones that were loaded on her own ship on Nar Shaarda.

“You obviously anticipated this, Sir,” Jaina remarked. Her comment was met with a smile and a nod.

“It pays when in the service of a Hutt to think forward and when doing so always think about their wants, desires and pleasures….. As a matter of fact, that is something you should very much keep in mind. Always think of your Master’s wants, desires and pleasures.”

Jaina had no choice at that point to think of what the Hutt could want from her, desire from her and how she could give him pleasure. A visible and audible shutter went through her entire body. Huhviwe caught it and chuckled.

“You have agreed to something most women would find disgusting. To have done so willingly is something I have never heard of as well. To willingly enslave yourself to a Hutt. I have never heard of it before, but you believed your cause to be great and you were provided with enough evidence that even you deemed it worthwhile. I do not envy what lies ahead of you, but if you let me, I will prepare you. Believe it or not, Hutts are incredible lovers and gentle too if they wish to be. Can be rough as well when it suits their needs, which it often does. I will, over the course of the next three days, get you prepared.”

Huhviwe gestured for her to come further into the hold. Jaina could see a holoprojector set up in front of what appeared to be a strange device with a saddle. There was a cross and a bondage horse there as well. In the furthest corner, there was a large animal cage that looked suspiciously big enough to hold her. Now his comments about her sleeping arrangements made sense. Some hastily hung straps and whips, cuffs and chains as well as dildos, vibrators, and butt plugs were also strewn around the hold. Jaina had never used most of them, but knew of them. Really the only things she had ever used was a vibrator. She had been handcuffed numerous times though, she thought with bitterness.

“I don’t believe a Hutt could be a good lover but I agreed to this and I will see it through……… Sir,” Jaina felt a little of her strength and pride returning.

Huhviwe smiled and nodded his approval.

“Good, you will need that fire.” He marched past her. While she was in the hold, she was keeping to the sides of all the equipment. Huhviwe walked straight in, briefcase swinging from his hand. He placed it down on the top of the saddle looking thing, though it was too gently curved and wider than a normal saddle. Jaina approached the man and the case as he opened the case and pulled out the travel uniform. At least that was what Jaina had heard it called.

“This will be your uniform for whenever you travel outside of the palace. Unless otherwise specified, of course,” Huhviwe grabbed a hold of what looked to be its shoulders and let it drape down in front of him.

It was a translucent full-body latex suit, tinged blue and black, complete with what appeared to be either a hood or a face mask attached to the back of the suit at the neck. Jaina couldn’t quite see that portion with the way he was holding it. Well, it was mostly translucent, Jaina amended herself.

The shoulders and arms were not translucent, coated in a black and blue latex that appeared to remain solid around the back, just around her shoulder blades. Her hands were see-through, while still completely covered. The entire torso was clear except from the back of the suit where two almost half-circles emerged in a solid curving line to end right where her areolas and nipples would be. Her midriff and navel were translucent. But as it got to the waist, there was a band of solid black and blue latex that looked more like a belt than anything else. From there, a band went between her legs in what Jaina imagined was an imitation of a g-string. The band was just wide enough to cover her trimmed pussy but narrow enough that it left her inner thighs completely viewable. Down to her knees was clear as day, like most of the suit until just below the knees and becoming solid all the way to her toes in some kind of rudimentary boot.

Huhviwe allowed her to take it all in with a smile on his face. He watched her eyes as they roamed the suit, and when he was satisfied she had seen enough of it, he gripped the dangling item from the back of its neck and showed her. It was a complete hood. A clear transparent hood that was only solid at the back. Her eyes, mouth and nose would all be visible through the latex. It seemed almost stupid to her to even have it, but she was finding out there was a reason for most things.

“If those measurements Batuun took are even a little off, I could be exposed to many people,” Jaina mused aloud.

“Yes, but he has not been off in quite some time. Which is why he is on retainer with Lord Rotta. In any event though…..” Huhviwe produced a small remote from his belt and touched it. There was a brief flash through the suit, and all the clear parts became as solid as the rest of the suit. Jaina had seen the technology in use before, but to see it used in such a fashion left her somewhat startled.

“You think of everything,” Jaina stated. She took the towel from her head and patted down her hair.

“Seems a shame to cover me all up in that?” Jaina teased.

Huhviwe chuckled and clicked his remote again. This time the entire suit became clear, just as Jaina suspected it could.

“Should have known,” Jaina continued to tease.

“No access to the fun bits though,” Jaina continued.

“Oh, of course there are,” He commented. Another touch on the remote and Jaina noticed that the solids around her nipples and pussy disappeared.

“Oh, very handy,” Jaina mockingly teased.

“Yes…… now come here and put it on,” Huhviwe declared and threw the uniform to her. She caught it in her hand and draped it out in front of her, just as Huhviwe had just done. It did look like a better fit than almost anything else she had ever worn. Taking it in her hands, she allowed her towel to fall from around her body. She felt oddly comfortable, with not a hint of humiliation at being nude in front of him anymore. It all seemed to be one suit with no obvious place to step into to get it on. Turning it every which way to try to figure it out, she caught Huhviwe chuckling under his breath, trying to hide a smile. Jaina huffed and finally looked at him.

“How do you even put this thing on?” Jaina asked.

He motioned for her to give him back the suit.

“You see, we don’t want slaves to be able to take off their suits when they are not wanted so they are keyed to their owners and their servants’ DNA,” Huhviwe ran his finger down the centre of the suit. It parted as he did so and opened enough that Jaina could now put it on.

“Cute trick,” Jaina said as she took it back from him. It was now open from the top of the suit down to the crotch, allowing her to place it around her and put her arms through and step into it. Jaina was surprised by how easy it was to put on. With latex, she figured she would have to tug and pull on things to get it into place, but Batuun must use some sort of different infusion process into this latex. She could feel it as the suit settled on her skin, stretching and molding itself into place. She wasn’t so much putting on an item of clothing as she was putting on a second skin. Toes and fingers in place, the suit almost collapsed in on itself to seal itself back. The effect was that the suit adjusted and placed itself in the place. The coverings were indeed measured to absolute precision. Her breasts were bare but her areolas and nipples were covered, at least in the current configuration Huhviwe had placed it in. Below, her pussy was also covered with solid latex, like a g-string that Jaina actually felt was maybe a little too wide if they were going for as much exposure as possible.

“Stand up straight and keep your arms by your sides,” Huhviwe commanded. He moved towards her and his eyes looked all over her.

“Yes, quite a good fit, though I fear we may have gone a little too wide on the crotch latex. Covers a little too much of you,” Huhviwe commented as if he were appraising a piece of art. He walked around her, taking her in. Jaina tried to get comfortable and was happy to find that it was very comfortable. She thought she would overheat as soon as she put it on, but was glad to find that she was actually quite cool.

“How does it feel?” He asked her. Coming to stand before her.

“I don’t like to admit it, but it feels okay. Not too hot and it moves really well,” Jaina flexed and moved in the suit to put action to words.

“Good. That is a special material used by Batuun and while it has been copied elsewhere, he is the best with it.” Huhviwe pinched the fabric at her shoulder and immediately it remolded to her when he let go.

Jaina wasn’t sure what to say or do, so she just stood there with her hands by her sides. Huhviwe studied her, walking around her a couple of times, pinching here and swatting there on her new uniform. She just remained in silence with her hands by her sides until he moved away from her.

“What now…. Sir?” Jaina asked, finally uncomfortable with the silence while standing in essentially a nude bodysuit.

“Now you get some rest. When you wake I began your training,” Huhviwe moved towards the furthest corner where the cage was. Jaina reluctantly followed. Getting closer to the cage, she noticed there were some pillows and even a blanket or two in there. She reminded herself pretty quickly though that a family would also give a favourite pet a towel or blanket to play with or snuggle with. Huhviwe unlatched a lock at the top of the side of the cage and the door swung open.

“I think you know what to do, slave,” He teased but motioned into it with his hand like he was unveiling some grand prize.

Jaina sighed but nodded her head. “Yes, Sir,” she said as she got down to her knees and then placed her hands on the floor in front of her. On all fours, she noticed that the suit was truly like a second skin. She was not even really noticing that she was wearing it except for the slightly blurred vision through the hood. Crawling into the cage felt like the most humiliating thing she had ever done until she reminded herself what she had only done minutes ago where she gave a holo projected Hutt a web show of her masturbating for him. The blankets and pillows were soft, cool and very comfortable, but Jaina would have thought less of the Hutt if they weren’t. In a very humiliating manner, she found herself acting very much like the house pet as she rummaged around and placed the pillows and blankets in comfortable positions before she brought herself to the ground. Huhviwe closed the cage and locked it with what appeared to be a padlock that he then pocketed the key.

“Have a good rest, slave. I will be back in a few hours to get you started,” Huhviwe smiled and pulled a large heavy looking blanket over her cage. Blocking out any light and giving her a very nice environment to sleep. Again Jaina thought about crying, but each time she tried to bring tears to her eyes, her clit tingled in anticipation instead. Her hand moved down to lightly play with her latex enclosed pussy and found that she could not feel much of anything. Her hand moved up to her nipples and found the same sensation.

“Batuun, you are a mad genius,” Jaina complained aloud. Annoyed that the suit would not allow her to play with herself, she took a hold of a pillow and punched it, trying to puff it up for sleep but also to get rid of a bit of aggression. She placed it under her head and found her eyes almost immediately heavy. Jaina had slept aboard many ships in her life. She could tell many things by just being on a ship. Now she could feel the sudden lurch as the ship finally departed the Coruscant system via hyperspace. Knowing full well now that she was on her way, she let the heaviness take her eyes and then her body, and drifted off into a sleep that promised either nightmares or pleasures.

Jaina was awakened by a loud rustle as the heavy blanket that blacked out her cage was removed. The sudden onslaught of light caused her to sleepily shield her eyes before she fully woke.

“Wakey wakey slave. Time to start your training,” Huhviwe’s voice was almost giddy with anticipation. Jaina moaned, allowing her body to wake up and her mind to catch up. She tried to stretch but the bars of the cage prevented her from doing a full stretch.

“Can I at least get a caf or something?” Jaina mumbled. Huhviwe chuckled and unlocked the cage. With a bit of a creak in her bones, Jaina crawled out of the cage. Once all the way out, Huhviwe closed the door behind her and allowed her to stand. With relish, she stood and stretched her arms to the ceiling and yawned. Feeling more alive after that, she remarked to herself that she really did feel nude with the suit on and yet somehow covered. It was an odd sensation, and was the only conclusion she could bring to her mind.

“While in the palace you will actually have servants or droids who will fetch you whatever food or drink you require. Here, we don’t have that, but I would be glad to fetch you a cup of caf and a little food if you desire,” Huhviwe offered with a slight bow. Feeling odd about the offer after expecting the debauchery to start right away, Jaina took a moment to respond.

“Thank you, Sir. I would like some caf and maybe a breakfast bar if there is any on board?” Jaina asked.

“Of course.” Huhviwe turned around and began to walk out of the hold.

“Please continue your morning stretches if there are more. When I return I can accompany you to the was for you to relieve yourself,” Huhviwe commented as he walked away.

Jaina felt a blush rise to her cheeks at the thought of having to be accompanied to the toilet like some sort of child but she simply nodded and then when she realized he couldn’t see that she called “Yes Sir” to him just as he exited the hold.

A couple of moments later Huhviwe returned with a steaming cup of caf in one hand and a breakfast bar in another.

“Thank you, Sir,” Jaina stated as she took the items from him. Taking a sip of the coffee was like an instant wake up and the bite of the breakfast bar was both delicious and full of energy. Huhviwe watched for a moment before he had her follow him out of the hold and back to the cabin where she had been allowed to shower. He stood at a distance holding her cup of caf and half-eaten breakfast bar while she relieved herself in the toilet and cleaned herself before rejoining him and going back to the hold.

Back in the hold, he ordered Jaina to stand in front of the holoprojector and the saddle looking thing. Huhviwe turned the projector on and immediately Jaina’s senses were overloaded with pornographic scenes. The holoprojector projected a life-sized scene of a human and a Twi’lek having sex. The female was the Twi’lek, but it wasn’t lost on Jaina the implications of having a porno with those two species shown.

“Your sexual adventures are not numerous enough that you would have a great idea of everything that will be expected of you. These holovids will play almost non stop and when I am not in the hold you will keep eye contact with them, understood?” Huhviwe asked. Walking up behind her, he gave her ass a small little smack just to get the point across.

“Yes Sir.” Jaina couldn’t take her eyes off at the moment even if she wanted to. The Twi’lek female was nude except for chains connecting her feet and wrists. She lay on her side on a bed with the human male behind her. Spooning together while the male pumped in and out of her exposed pussy with his rather large cock endlessly and with no mercy. The sounds of the two were echoing through the hold. The squishing sound his cock made as he rammed it into her pussy and her excited moans interchanged with his grunts made the entire scene real. Jaina felt her clit moistening.

“Good, now turn around and look at the device behind you,” Huhviwe ordered. Jaina did as instructed. Turning around, she saw the saddle-like device, but the more she looked at it, the more it seemed like a block with the top rounded off. In the center of it, there was a strip of jelly or latex looking material that seemed to shine in the hold's light. Huhviwe brought her to the side of the object which she noted was on a stand, placing the top of the block just a little higher than her waist.

“Now get on it. Place that clit over the latex in the center and straddle it,” He ordered her. Jaina once more obeyed and was soon over the object. She found she had to stay on her tiptoes to keep a balance and now her face was straight looking at the porn again, whose sounds continued to pollute the hold. Because of the suit she was wearing, she didn’t really feel any different from sitting on the latex nub, so she began to wonder what this was all about until Huhviwe removed that remote again for her suit and pressed her button. Now her nipples and pussy became uncovered and Jaina could feel as if there was no suit between her and the device she straddled. She could feel the slick latex material against her pussy. Huhviwe came into view and looked at her positioning. He asked her to shuffle a little forward on the device. Doing so caused the latex on the device to brush against her pussy until she settled on a slightly protruding knob that now rested against her clit. The sensation was odd but what made it worse was her clit was tingling like an orgasm was not too far away.

“You will learn that your orgasms belong to Master Rotta. From now until he tells you otherwise you will not cum. I am aware you will not be seeing him for at least three days, so you will have to get used to it. You will be under almost constant stimulation, however, so you must learn control. Your body will learn to always be ready for your Master.” Huhviwe touched something on the block and the little patch of latex and the knob that her clit rested on came to life. Vibrations like riding an old speeder bike rumbled through the block, causing the patch of latex to almost jump and dance beneath her. The knob shook and vibrated against her clit. Jaina immediately thought she was going to cum but Huhviwe’s words stuck in her mouth. She knew instinctively that she would be punished for any orgasms.

“OHHHHH!” Jaina’s moans seemed to echo those being produced on the holo viewer in front of her. Her eyes closed and immediately she felt a shock come through the block.

“Ah, it works. I wasn’t sure about that feature. The holoprojector has a sensor that records your eye movements while you are on the Sybian here. When you look away or close your eyes, it transmits a signal to the block to shock you all while keeping those wonderful gyrations going on that beautiful tight pussy. Marvelous is it not?” Jaina could tell that the last bit was more rhetorical than anything, but she thought it was more diabolical. Knowing without any prompting that the shock she would most likely get from some other sensor if she were to cum would be far worse, she tried to concentrate to lower her building arousal. Like most things when she was told she could not do something that was all she wanted to do. Her mind battled away just wanting to close her eyes and cum, but it was an exercise in pain, she knew that while only experiencing one shock. This was what she signed up for, and in the back of her mind, a small but growing portion was loving every moment of it. The torture, the degradation and the pleasure were a wonderful mix in her mind.

The orgasm was building though which each thought, each moan from her and from the holo. Jaina kept her eyes on the holo where the two had switched positions now. The Twi’lek female mounted herself on the human male who lay on the bed. She bounced up and down on him like some wild ride. Her moans and screeches caused Jaina’s own libido to flare even more. Jaina knew calming exercises, of course, from her Jedi training, but it seemed wrong to use them here and unlike the Masters she could not use them without closing her eyes anyway, which would cause another shock. All she wanted to do was close her eyes and cum but she fought.

Huhviwe stood around her. He would change positions now and then to get a better look at something on her. First her breasts and then her pussy and then he finally settled on standing right next to her. He watched her breath, her chest heaving as she fought her body’s wants. His smile grew larger and larger until he began to suspect that she was winning. That she was already holding off on her orgasms.

Sweat formed at her brow and dripped down her face, but Jaina was keeping a hold of herself. Her eyes were focused on the porn in front of her and her body was dying to orgasm. The vibrations below seemed to hammer away at her defenses time and time again. She wanted to beg to cum, but she would not have it. She was a Jedi and a Solo, and she would not succumb. Her hips bucked and she tried to take her clit away from the knob, but a shock went through her.

“Oh good, you discovered you can’t escape,” Huhviwe said gleefully from the side. Jaina cursed him under her breath. The pain was intense but she was happy for it if only for a moment it took her thoughts away from the wall she was building in her mind to prevent her cumming. It was only a moment though and then the rush and need to orgasm was upon her again and this time there didn’t seem to be any stopping of it. Her eyes focused on the porn in front of her but all she saw was in her mind a torrent, a wave of pleasure breaching through her walls and flooding through her body. Her hips bucked again but she kept them on the knob. Her mind raced and she knew she had lost. Her eyes still on the porn being played in front of her glazed over a moment before she erupted. Her body spasmed on the vibrating block as she came.

“There she goes.” Huhviwe seemed equal parts relieved and impressed. Though Jaina wasn’t paying him much attention. She was awash in her own pleasure. It only lasted a moment though. The block below her sent waves upon waves of far more powerful and searing electricity through her. Her orgasm turned to pain in an instant and she slumped against the block. A trickle of spittle ran from her mouth as she closed her eyes, only to be given another shock of less intensity. So soon after the larger one, she jumped a little causing her clit to lose contact with the knob. It was only for a second but when she touched down again another shock poured through her system.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Jaina screamed. Huhviwe was next to her, his smile wide and his eye shined with glee.

“Please stop it,” Jaina managed to say. The gyrations and the vibrations of the block never ceased and now that her pain and orgasm were gone, another one was building to take its place.

“Learn control slave,” Huhviwe admonished.

Jaina heaved a heavy sigh and tried her best to get back to an upright position. Her body felt as if she had just been dueling for hours when she was sure only a few minutes had gone by.

“Shocks like that will hurt the merchandise,” Jaina tried to quip. Huhviwe smiled and grabbed a hold of the breast that was closest to him. He gave a tiny yet painful twist.

“You can handle it.” He released her nipple and looked down at the latex covered knob still resting and gyrating on her clit.

“See, already you learn how to deny yourself,” Huhviwe commended her.

Jaina could feel another orgasm coming again, and she didn’t want to experience the pain again.

“Please, no more. I won’t cum without his permission Sir but I can’t help it if you keep stimulating me like this,” Jaina begged.

Sweat began to form again on her forehead and Jaina escalated her pleas.

“Please, please no more,” Jaina asked but she took her eyes off of the holoprojector and got a shock, causing her once more to jump in surprise and lose contact with the latex knob, and forcing another shock through her. This time there was no stopping the orgasm. She hadn’t even had a chance to put any walls up in her mind. It came over her once more like an ocean. Jaina knew what to expect, but knowing and experiencing were two different things.

“AHHHHHHHHHH!!!” She screamed again when the shock hit her.

“Please!” she begged. Her strength ebbing, but Huhviwe paid her no attention while he walked around the room.

“Learn to control it slave,” was all he would say. He was behind her so she couldn’t see him picking a whip off of the hastily hung rack of toys.

“For every beg and plead to stop slave I will whip your ass.” As an emphasis to his point, Jaina felt the sting of the whip landing with such force and pain across her ass cheeks that Jaina thought for a moment she was being shocked again.

“Yes Sir!” Jaina screamed while keeping her eyes on the porn.

“Concentrate…. Say these words...’My mouth belongs to Master Rotta. My pussy belongs to Master Rotta. My ass belongs to Master Rotta. My orgasms belong to Master Rotta’….“ Huhviwe repeated the mantra she had been forced to say the day earlier while masturbating in front of Rotta. Jaina at the moment would try anything. With a heavy breath, she started.

“My mouth belongs to Master Rotta…..” Jaina could feel the heat in her pussy again. It was the undying need to cum. But she focused, trying again.

“My pussy belongs to Master Rotta,” she repeated. Her pussy was aflame with desire, but with each word she gained control. The lust was not abating, but it was being suppressed.

“My ass belongs to Master Rotta,” Jaina repeated with a little more confidence. The words keeping her mind in place and her walls to the orgasm built. She was sure with just a word or a movement she could come but just focusing on the words while keeping her eyes trained on the holos was giving her the distraction she needed.

“My orgasms belong to Master Rotta,” Jaina finished the mantra. When she realized she was finished, the walls in her mind began to crumble again. Her sweat returned and her desire leaped up in waves to the point where her breathing was the only thing keeping the orgasm at bay.

“Keep saying it slave,” Huhviwe recommended.

Jaina nodded and found the breath to start again.

“My mouth belongs to Master Rotta.” Again having something to concentrate on was a help.

“My pussy belongs to Master Rotta.” Jaina felt the walls going up. Slower this time, but they were going up and keeping the orgasm in place.

“My ass belongs to Master Rotta.” The walls were up once more and she could feel it there. It was a breakwater against the waves of pleasure she knew existed. It was an interesting experience, she thought as she knew she could cum whenever she was allowed now.

“My orgasms belong to Master Rotta.” Jaina didn’t stop, she immediately started to repeat the mantra again. Huhviwe nodded as he came into view once more. He clicked something on the Sybian as he called it, and it started to oscillate in different waves. Jaina could feel the walls begin to crumble around it. She had gotten used to the rhythm of before. This new randomness was causing her to lose her focus again.

“Focus slave,” Huhviwe ordered.

Jaina refocused. Saying her mantra time and time again Huhview was impressed but it didn’t last longer than an hour before she burst again. Shock after shock took her body. Jaina screamed in pain and even cursed him a little. He wasn’t surprised, but he was surprised she had lasted that long.

“The mantra will save you slave," Huhviwe kept telling her. The hold became a mix of Jaina saying the mantra and the noises coming from the holoprojector.

Jaina’s skin was slick with sweat inside her suit, but she couldn’t think of that. All she was trying to do was maintain eye contact and not cum. The Twi’lek majordomo caressed her face almost lovingly as he walked by.

“You are doing excellently, slave. Keep it going. I must leave for a bit, ” Huhviwe explained. Taking another long look at her mounted on the Sybian and trying her best not to cum, Huhviwe walked out of the hold. Leaving Jaina to what she could only at the moment describe as the most devilish torture she could ever conceive of.

Jaina straddled the Sybian for another four hours. She took five more increasingly powerful shocks to her body before Huhviwe returned. He returned with a sandwich in his hand and a bottle of water in another. He offered the water to Jaina who took it greedily before realizing that the suit made it impossible for her to drink anything. Huhviwe apologized and stopped the Sybian before allowing her off and then used his DNA imprint on the suit to open the clear hood enough for her to get the water to her lips. She drank eagerly and quickly, almost passing out on the floor in front of the holoprojector which still continued to play porn.

“Thank you, Sir,” Jaina breathlessly gasped in between taking sips of water.

“You have performed well so far today. I did not expect you to have such control so soon” Huhviwe complimented her and Jaina felt a bit of shame and pride well up inside her. Huhviwe reached out and touched the suit just below her chest again, and it parted.

“I think you can get out of it for now, slave. It is self-cleaning but the wearer has to be out of it for it to activate. Here on the ship, I think your identity is protected, ” Huhviwe explained. Jaina agreed. Though the suit felt like a second skin, having been sweating and breathing in it so much for so long she yearned for a change. Once the suit had been put on, stripping out of it was relatively easier. In short order, she stood before Huhviwe naked, and oddly she didn’t feel the least bit conscious about that.

“Come, follow me,” Huhviwe told her, forcing her to come to her shaky and wary legs. Following him out of the hold she noticed that the droid crew were about. Either they were shut off before or Jaina hadn’t noticed them earlier. Their photoreceptors that acted as eyes all seem to stare at her as she exited the hold. Now she felt self-conscious and it was only droids. Her arms instinctively went up to shield her chest and down to cover her pussy, but Huhviwe slapped her hands away and had her walking as normal.

“They are only droids, my dear. They aren’t going to gossip,” Huhviwe reprimanded.

After spending a lifetime growing up around droids who to her were as human as anybody else to hear anyone refer to droids as something less felt wrong to her. Jaina knew they weren’t people and certainly weren’t going to gossip unless their program allowed for that. For better or worse though, to Jaina, there wasn’t much of a difference between droids and people. As such, walking nude through the ship full of them was an exercise in humiliation and a learning experience for what she was going to feel like wearing a slave costume in front of Rotta’s assembled audience and business partners.

“It just feels weird, Sir," Jaina answered finally.

“Get used to it slave," Huhviwe commented with a hint of an edge to his voice. It was the truth she knew, and she would indeed have to get used to it.

Huhviwe led her to the kitchenette in the main lounge area of the ship. There two servant droids were in the middle of preparing some food. Huhviwe simply stepped in between them and took some beef looking thing from a prepared dish and reached overhead to grab a bowl. He placed the beef in the bowl and then went back in between the droids who didn’t seem to mind at all. He took a hold of some veggies and placed them in a bowl.

“At Rotta’s palace the likelihood of you eating at a table are slim to none, I am afraid to say. Often you will be served while in the presence of your Master. Who, it should be known, eats at all hours…. As I’m sure you are aware, the appetites of a Hutt are quite large. Rotta will also watch you eat as he finds the eating habit of his slave to be interesting. In that regard you will not be given utensils and often your hands will be otherwise engaged,” Huhviwe alluded to the last part rather vaguely but Jaina’s mind filled in the rest.

Jaina didn’t have to be led to know where this was going. She was still standing in the nude and simply rolled her eyes before she dropped to all fours.

“Such an intelligent slave," Huhviwe complimented her. He placed the bowl before her and watched as Jaina first sniffed it. It smelt like something her Dad would eat. Some sort of spiced beef. The veggies were cold and raw, but clean. Bending down like she was doing, she was aware that her breasts were pretty much touching the floor and her ass was raised in the air. Her nipples were randomly brushing the floor as she swayed. The effect was keeping her aroused and humiliated. Looking to the side she saw a droid worker, its eyes focused on her as it watched her sniff the bowl like a pet.

“Are you not going to eat slave?” Huhviwe stood over her. A look of anticipation on his face.

“Yes Sir, I am going to eat” Jaina reached forward with her hands but stopped. He clearly wanted her to eat out of the bowl like a pet and with him telling her that her hands will sometimes be occupied, she figured she better get used to it. Placing her chin on the outside of the bowl, Jaina opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She tried at first to get a hold of some of the meat but she found it was too slippery. Switching to the veggies for a moment, she grasped one with her tongue and moved it into her mouth. It was oddly satisfying so she did it again and again until there were no more veggies left in the bowl. All too aware of Huhviwe hovering over her, she knew what she needed to do to get to the beef. She plunged her face in. Almost touching it with her nose, she took a whole bite and looked up to see him smiling.

“I’ll let you finish slave.”

“Yes Sir," Jaina said. Reaching down into the bowl again with her mouth and taking another bite, Jaina looked back to where the droid was before and noticed that it had not moved. Its eyes remained focused on her. She shuddered but said nothing and continued to eat, wondering if the droid was taking some sort of delight in her submission.

If that was the end of the day Jaina was sorely disappointed when Huhviwe returned and asked if she had finished her lunch. Not wanting to believe it was only lunchtime, Jaina almost cracked and cried as she was led back to the holding area. The only relief was that the droid that seemed to be watching her had moved on, but she caught glimpses from other droids. Or so she thought, sure that her mind was playing tricks on her. Thankful for any stop so that her body could get a bit of rest. Even that rest was eating from a bowl on the floor like a pet. Jaina followed him into the hold. Half expecting to go back on the Sybian, Jaina was pleased to see that the holoprojector had stopped and the hold was as silent as it could be when traveling through hyperspace. Instead, she was led to the bondage horse. Jaina knew what this was. She had seen it somewhere before but she couldn’t quite place in her memory where that was. It was a bar supported on each end by two bars going out on a forty-five-degree angle. About waist-high, the bar was padded and at the end, it had a slightly raised section for her head to sit. On each of the forty-five degree angled bracers, there were cuffs attached.

“On the horse slave,” Huhviwe commanded.

Jaina looked at it and jumped on. She found that her ankles were right at the position for the cuffs, but her wrists were too high up. The padding was comfortable, but Jaina knew she would start sweating pretty quickly on the material. Huhviwe grabbed two cuffs hanging from the wall and attached one pair to one set of cuffs by her wrists. Extending the reach of the cuff, Jaina now could be cuffed. Huhviwe moved to do the same with the other and then cuffed her wrists. He moved behind her and cuffed her ankles before moving completely out of sight. Jaina couldn’t see him but she could hear him. He was humming and muttering to himself. Jaina adjusted herself on the horse and found that she was comfortable but not overly so. Not sure how long she could lay on this thing, Jaina tried to make herself more and more comfortable. Instead, she just seemed to be making herself more and more uncomfortable. Huhviwe returned to her view holding a very vicious looking cat-o'-nine-tails. Jaina was impressed with herself enough for knowing what it was for a moment before realizing just how painful those things looked to be.

“Please no…. I’ve done everything you’ve asked, Sir,” Jaina pleaded.

Huhviwe reached down and gripped her chin. Pulling her head up as much as it would go in her position, Jaina tried to lock eyes with him.

“You have indeed, slave. Quite impressively so, but you need to be trained and punished. You came without permission, ” Huhviwe stated.

“I was punished for it” Jaina didn’t have to be reminded of the shocks she got from her orgasms.

“Yes you were, but only I or your Master can determine just how much to punish you,” Huhviwe replied.

Jaina wanted to cry out. That was insane she thought, but she bit her tongue and said nothing.

“Pain has its place slave. You will learn. I want you to start repeating your mantra. Do not stop until I tell you to. Begin now slave," Huhviwe commanded.

“My mouth belongs to Master Rotta, My pussy belongs to Master Rotta, My ass belongs to Master Rotta, My orgasms belong to Master Rotta,” Jaina chanted the mantra taught to her.

“Good slave. Keep going, ” Huhviwe commanded. Jaina could feel him hovering at her backside. All too aware of what he was planning to do with that cat-o-nine-tails, but she stuck to the task at hand and repeated her mantra time and time again, waiting for that devilish whip to make contact with her butt. When she felt something there, it wasn’t the flogger. It was Huhviwe’s hand. Lightly tapping her butt, Jaina wasn’t sure what to make of it and continued on her mantra. Repeating it time and time again. His hand left her butt but was immediately replaced by something else. Tendrils of leather just stroking from the small of her back down and around her butt until they fell off. Then again, the tendrils of the flogger touched the small of her back and slinked along her backside.

Time and time again he did this. Jaina began to love the feel of the leather sliding around on her backside. Her mantra now coming out of her mouth on auto-repeat Jaina didn’t register that she hadn’t felt a hand or the flogger on her backside for a few minutes. The realization was only dawning in her mind when she felt the first wisps of pain as the flogger made contact with her backside, this time traveling at a high speed. The tendrils raked her backside from the small of her back all the way to the curvature of her displayed rear.

“AHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Jaina screamed into the void. Huhviwe replied by landing another blow with equal force. The tendrils reaching out and seemingly caressing her backside in immense pain. Jaina cried out again, and Huhviwe responded by hitting her again with the flogger and then again when she cried out. Her mouth suddenly dry, her mind trying to account for the pain Jaina was out of tears when the next hit came. There was nothing but silence and the swoosh of air as the flogger came down, time and time again on her backside.

“My mouth belongs to Master Rotta…..” Jaina tried to get back into the mantra. Trying with all her might to put the pain out of her mind. She found as she said the words there was a spark of pleasure in her body that spread. The flogger landed again causing her pain but she refused to cry out this time.

“My pussy belongs to Master Rotta….” Jaina responded to the pain wracking through her body. This response generated another spark of pleasure through her. The words gave her hope. Another slash from the flogger seemed to cause more pain, but again she refused to cry out.

“My ass belongs to Master Rotta….” The mantra gained more power and fanned more pleasure in her body. The spark was now a flame of pleasure beginning to encompass her body.

Behind her, Huhviwe smiled with glee. Stretching out the flogger in his hands before slashing it back down on the perfectly curved rump before him. Jaina’s body jumped with each slash but her cries had stopped and the mantra was being said. Huhviwe knew this was a critical moment, so he stayed silent. He let the flogger do the talking. He aimed another slash at the top of her butt.

“My orgasms belong to Master Rotta…” Jaina said as evenly as she had said anything else. The pain from the slashes being replaced by the pleasure from her words. She could feel herself getting aroused and wet. Another slash from the flogger was delivered, and Jaina repeated the mantra once more. With each slash delivered, the pain was less and the pleasure was more.

Huhviwe smiled, listening to her repeat the mantra. She was breathless but not in pain but in pleasure. He wasn’t sure if she was aware of it, but she had begun to subtly point her ass further into the air, almost as if requesting another hit from his flogger. This little bit of extra height allowed him to see her moistening pussy. A little driblet of her juices beginning to coat her gloriously pink, tight and well-rounded pussy.

Jaina clued in as another slash of the flogger screamed up and down her backside. Pain blossoming from it but as she said her mantra, the pain faded and was replaced by far more pleasure. She knew she was beginning to associate pleasure with the pain and she knew that was the whole point of the exercise. What distressed her was she didn’t want it to stop. Her mind was in a struggle between wanting to let go and be trained as Huhviwe was attempting to do and the other part that told her that she was duty and honor bound to continue, but she did not have to like it. More and more though, that side was losing. She did like it, so much in fact that she knew she could easily cum if not for the block there now. Sure, if she pushed it she could cum without getting permission, but the shocks from earlier in the morning were still fresh in her mind.

It was almost instantaneous now after an hour of non-stop flogging each time the tendrils of the flogger touched her skin she reacted in pleasure, not pain. Her mind already made the change as she recited her words. Jaina’s pussy dripped with fluids, but she had not cum. Huhviwe had never seen a slave to the training as quickly. He was sure she wasn’t a masochist just but her reactions to pain previous and certainly she had never been a pleasure slave before but her reactions were beginning to look more and more like someone who had been trained for years or perhaps thought about it for years. The fluids from Jaina’s pussy coated the horse below her and her sweat glistened in the light of the hold. Huhviwe landed one last blow on her now red and broken backside. Marveling at how her body shuddered not to the pain but to the pleasure rippling through her.

“My pussy belongs to Master Rotta," Jaina stated at the last hit from the flogger. Her mouth was dry and her body stained with sweat. Jaina hadn’t been told that was the last one but she hunched down into the horse as far as it would let her. Exhausted, she slumped in her restraints.

Huhviwe came in front of her with a smile. Jaina could barely see him. So exhausted her eyes were half-closed. It seemed all her energy was going to her pussy and half of that was to make sure she wasn’t cumming. When she thought about that she was astounded that she hadn’t really consciously done that. Could the training be changing that much so soon, she thought.

“Very well done, slave,” he remarked. Brushing her sweat streaked hair away from her face.

“Thank you, Sir," Jaina managed to say while lifting her head up just enough to look him in the eye.

Huhviwe reached down and began to uncuff her from the horse. Surprisingly she didn’t even feel the cuffs during the whole process, but as soon they were released she noticed that she must have been using them for balance because she immediately tilted on the horse and felt some pain around her ankles and wrists. Huhviwe grabbed a hold of one of her ankles and brought her foot up in the air, just a shade higher than her butt. Jaina scrambled for balance on the horse.

“Hmmm. The cuffs have left a mark. S4R5 come here!” Huhviwe called. Jaina had been around droids long enough to recognize a serial number. A human-sized service droid appeared at the entrance to the hold and began to roll on his wheels towards them. Getting closer, Jaina was sure it was the same droid that she could have sworn was staring at her earlier. Though they mostly all looked alike, Jaina just knew it was.

“Yes Sir, how may I help?” the droid asked.

“Where are the bacta patches?” Huhviwe asked.

“In the cabin above the kitchenette cooker. Would you like me to get them, Sir?” The droid said in its most helpful and automated tone.

“No, I will get them” Huhviwe stated. He removed the last cuff from Jaina and allowed her to fall to the floor.

“Clean up your mess slave," Huhviwe called over his shoulder as he walked away and vanished out of the hold. The droid simply continued to stare at Jaina. Almost waiting for commands.

“Don’t suppose you can tell me where the towels are?” Jaina asked.

“My programming is not allocated to helping slaves at the moment” The droid responded with what Jaina would have thought was almost a sneer.

“I’m not looking to escape just a towel to clean up,” Jaina persisted. Looking up from the floor at the service droid. Its eyes were focused, looking down on her and she would have thought figuratively as well though it shouldn’t be able to feel that.

The droid did not respond. Clearly, Jaina would not get any help from it and she knew Huhviwe would be back very soon with those bacta patches. The only things lying around Jaina was sure he would not want her to use. Even the heavy blanket that went over the cage was out of bounds. With a sigh, she decided to wait and ask when he came back and accept any punishment.

It wasn’t long before he returned and saw Jaina still on the floor. Getting her energy back but there were still half-dried juices on the horse.

“I told you to clean those up slave,” Huhviwe said angrily.

“I did not know what to use, Sir,” Jaina responded in sincerity and with a tinge of pleading in her voice. Huhviwe looked her over and breathed for a moment.

“Quite right. The fault is my own. Use your tongue slave,” Huhviwe replied. Though Jaina was thankful there was no punishment for not doing it, she nearly reacted at first with a question as to how her tongue could clean it before she realized what he wanted.

“Yes Sir," She replied. Huhviwe watched comprehension dawn on her. The service droid moved slightly away from the horse and kept its eyes on her as Jaina pulled herself to her knees using the horse as leverage and then moved her face in line with all the drying stains. Without much hesitation, Jaina stuck her tongue out and tentatively licked away a small patch of her juices. The taste of the leather padded cushion mixed with the sweetness of her own fluids wasn’t as bad as Jaina thought it would be. Her tongue reached out again and again. Licking away in long strokes the half-dried juices from the horse.

The service droid remained in the hold with its eyes focused on her. Jaina felt once more like she was giving it a show and felt the humiliation that went with that thought. Though this time more arousal came with the thought, she was better equipped to deal with it. She let it soar through her, letting the energy spark her into continuing her task and not cumming. Her licks became longer and more sensual before finally, she couldn’t help herself. The arousal too great, she moaned for the first time while licking her own juices from the horse. Huhviwe smiled, and Jaina could swear the red eyes on the droid became even larger for a moment. Her eyes became locked with Huhviwe’s for a moment before she finished cleaning it with one long arching sweep that pushed her tongue as far out of her mouth as she had ever done. When she looked down at the horse, it shined with her saliva. Huhviwe leered for a moment before he blinked his eyes.

“Very well done slave. Quite a show. S4R5 will you escort slave to the kitchen and prepare something to eat.”

“Yes Sir," the droid responded in its automated tone.

Jaina was allowed to stand on her shaky legs. She followed the droid out of the hold and into the kitchen.

Huhviwe met her shortly after, carrying her travel suit in his hands. Jaina had been given a bowl of gruel like substance by the droid there. It was placed on the floor and Jaina knew that this was her new normal. On all fours, she leaned her face and mouth into the gruel and lapped at it like a pet. She found the taste to be awful, but like almost everything Huhviwe was doing to her, it was making her wet again. She was constantly wet now, and she knew that was by design. Still though in her mind she didn’t mind it. Pleasure was better than pain and the pleasure she was getting was so wonderful even though she wasn’t allowed to cum.

“Enjoying your food slave,” Huhviwe remarked.

Jaina shook her head in an emphatic no. Not worried about any punishment because she was sure that Huhviwe knew the quality of the food that was given to her.

“Your food at the palace will be much better, but I wanted to show you what can happen if you disobey,” Huhviwe warned.

Jaina got the message. Her food and probably drink quality will be determined by how well she was behaving.

Most distressingly to Jaina was the droid had simply hung around since she had been served and watched as she had licked away the gruel. When there were only a couple of crumbs left, the droid reached down and replaced the bowl of gruel with a bowl of water. Jaina thought that was the most beautiful thing in the world after eating the gruel she lapped at the water like a cat and even heard Huhviwe chuckle from above her.

When she was done with the water Huhviwe ordered her to stand and handed her the suit already open for her to put back on.

“Sir, may I have a wash before I put it on?” Jaina felt like she was a little child having to ask for something so normal but she really did want to have a wash after all the day’s events. Huhviwe smiled and nodded. Taking the suit from her hands, he led her to the cabin and allowed her into the shower.

Washing off the day’s events and suited up, Jaina was led back into the hold. She crawled into the cage as Huhviwe ordered. Her suit was left in the ‘covered’ configuration where she could not touch herself. She was momentarily unhappy about when she put it on but realised almost instinctively after that she could not cum without permission anyway.

“You have been enjoyable today, slave. Tomorrow we continue your training,” Huhviwe smiled. Locked the cage and draped the blackness drape over the cage. After the day’s events, Jaina was exhausted and with total blackness in her cage, she found a comfortable position with her pillows and blankets and was soon asleep.

It wasn’t the all too familiar background noise of a ship in hyperspace that woke her. It was the grinding of something occurring just outside of her cage. The blanket was still draped over the cage, but Jaina could sense Huhviwe near. He seemed to be quite happy with himself and was even humming something as he worked. Jaina moved around in her cage just to shake off any sleepiness that may still be with her. She was refreshed and almost eager to start the day. On all fours right at the moment, Huhviwe removed the covering blanket, Jaina looked every bit the eager pup in the cage. Her suit, like a second skin, showed all of her features off except for the very private parts, but by now Huhviwe and the droids on the ship had seen all of her more than enough that it had probably lost its appeal. But just as she thought that Jaina got a wave of pleasure rippling through the Twi’lek majordomo when he saw her. Pleased that the sight of her still aroused him, Jaina was more than happy to smile as he unlocked the cage and let her out.

Crawling out of the cage, Huhviwe stopped her from raising herself to her full height and told her to remove the travel suit she had slept in. He ran his hand along the front of the suit to unlock it, and Jaina stripped herself from it before standing. Huhviwe took the suit and folded it up and placed it on the cage. Looking around Jaina saw that the grinding she had heard was the bondage horse and holoprojector being moved to the sides of the hold and in the center was a pad with quite possibly the largest dildo she had ever seen mounted on a steel rod at about her waist level.

“Today we must broaden your horizons and get you used to sex” Huhviwe announced as if he was just saying he was going out for a moment.

“On that thing…. Sir," Jaina asked with more than enough disbelief in her voice.

“Yes, this is but the trainer….. by the end of the day you will be surprised what your sweet tight pussy will be able to take slave,” Huhviwe remarked. Looking at her with his smile and motioning with his head for her to stand next to it.

Standing next to the pole with the dildo mounted atop of it, Jaina noticed that the tip of the dildo was just above her waist. The dildo itself was larger than any of the cocks she had ever seen in real life and as such larger than anything she had ever before had inside of her. Both in girth and in size, Jaina knew it was larger than anything she could take.

“I can’t fuck that, Sir,” Jaina complained.

“If you can’t fuck that slave, then how do you think you will take your Master’s cock?” Huhviwe responded with a hint of amusement and condensation in his voice.

“I….. I don’t know I guess,” Jaina stammered.

“Your Master’s cock is easily ten times larger in all respects, slave. Would you rather not be trained and then he take you? Ripping that glorious jewel of a pussy of yours? Or would you rather learn how to take a cock and feel the pleasure?” Huhviwe offered with all the seriousness he could in the message, and Jaina took it to heart. It was, after all, a completely logical argument. She could not back out of the deal so she was going to meet Rotta and she was going to do with her as he wished. Which would include most likely fucking her. She reasoned in her head that Huhviwe was right. It would be better to learn.

“I… I would rather learn Sir,” Jaina felt a blossom of shame come to her cheeks. Her face burned in shame and Huhviwe saw the change. His smile broadened even more.

“What would you rather learn slave?” Huhviwe pressed.

“I would rather learn to take a cock” Jaina blurted out and felt the heat reach a blistering temperature on her face. Huhviwe simply laughed.

“Good. Now see if you can step onto that cock, slave," Huhviwe ordered. Jaina took a big breath and gulped before nodding her head and raising her leg over the dildo on the pole. Taking a hold of the dildo with her hand, she guided herself and it underneath her pussy and then she lowered herself. Her constantly wet pussy was a saving grace as it slid into her with a gasp from her. It was larger than anything she had ever taken. While it certainly felt that way it felt absolutely wonderful to Jaina to have something in her pussy after the constant teasing of the last couple of days.

Huhviwe watched as Jaina’s pussy gobbled up the dildo. Taking it all in one stride, Jaina rested her feet on the ground and grimaced a little.

“Well done, slave," Huhviwe commented.

Jaina smiled and tried to get her mind wrapped around the dildo inside her. It felt so good, she could feel it pressing into and up against her. The pleasures it was generating were not quite the same as the Sybian yesterday but no less erotic. Huhviwe walked up behind her and reached down to the base of the pole. Jaina couldn’t see what he was doing but she knew what it was within moments. She heard a click and the pole started to move up and down. The dildo started to fuck her. With each thrust upwards, Jaina moaned in ecstasy. The walls in her mind stopping her orgasm started to crumble under the onslaught of the dildo.

“My mouth belongs to Master Rotta," Jaina began to recite her mantra once more. The pleasure with the words came in increasing waves. So much so that Jaina wondered if it was a good idea to recite them, but with each word came an affirmation that her body and her orgasms belonged to Rotta and she would not cum. Her breathing steadied and her hips found a rhythm with the dildo.

“Excellent slave…. Truly excellent,” Huhviwe complimented her. He moved in front of her and grabbed a breast in one hand. His fingers cruelly pinching her nipple. Jaina grimaced, but she recited the mantra in her mind and the pain turned to pleasure.

“Oh, you have such a wonderful body. I think your breasts are my favorite, slave. Not large but certainly larger than I expected and your nipples are gloriously reactive,” Huhviwe cupped her breast in his hand. Jaina regulated her breathing from all the stimulation and looked at him.

“I am glad you find me attractive, Sir,” Jaina said, not quite believing what she was saying but it felt real.

“Attractive?…. HAHAHAHA slave you are beyond attractive," Huhviwe let go of her breast and took a hold of the other.

“How long do you think you can hold off not cumming,” he asked her.

“As long as needed,” Jaina answered with confidence that made him believe that she could.

“Good to hear, slave. Let's try for an hour though, shall we?……. Oh, and let's make it more interesting” Huhviwe let go of her other breast and reached down to the pole once more. There was another click but the rhythm of the dildo going in and out did not change at first. Then it started to go in deeper and then shallower. More of a random operation, Jaina found that she had to adjust herself to match it.

Huhviwe had disappeared from view but came back within sight in a moment. Holding something in his hand, Jaina at first thought it was another dildo but she knew another couldn’t fit another one in her, and it was smaller but wider with a wide base. Understanding formed just as Huhviwe smiled and moved behind her.

“Please no…. Don’t stick that in my ass, Sir,” Jaina pleaded.

“You said you could hold out as long as needed” Huhviwe reminded her. His words coming from behind her. Jaina could feel him stretching her ass with his fingers. Then a finger entered her. It was cold and intrusive but it was also coated with something slippery that he smeared all over her second hole as he moved his finger in and out of her.

“Relax, slave,” Huhviwe recommended. Jaina tried to heed that advice but when she felt the tip of that plug at the entrance of her ass Jaina tensed up immediately.

“Relax” Huhviwe ordered again.

The tip of the base entered her ass and Jaina jumped, nearly taking herself off of the dildo. Jaina settled and when she did Huhviwe shoved another inch into her. The plug seemed to be stretching not only her asshole but her mind as well. The pleasures from the dildo were overriding the pain from the plug. Huhviwe without mercy shoved again and Jaina felt and heard a pop and the plug went right in. She felt it inside of her and almost as if it was brushing against the dildo thrusting in and out of her pussy.

“OHHHHHHH GOOOOOOODDDDDDDD!!!” Jaina rattled away in ecstasy but never cumming.

“Still think you can handle it, slave?” Huhviwe taunted.

“YESSSSSS!” Jaina proclaimed.

Huhviwe’s returning chuckle was barely heard behind the sounds of her own breathing and the squishing sound her own body was making as it was being fucked. She was dimly aware he had left the hold. Jaina felt like she struggled for an hour to bring herself under control. The feeling of the butt plug inside her was completely new and unwelcome at first but once she adjusted her mind for it, she had to admit that having it inside her wasn’t so bad. With the dildo going in and out of her pussy, it felt like everything was tighter. She was actually enjoying herself on top of a dildo she thought too big for her and her ass stuffed with a plug. Jaina smiled and started to recite her mantra again.

If it was an hour or a day Jaina did not know, but when Huhviwe returned he did so with S4R5 and a bowl of water. Jaina was all too conscious of the squishing sound her pussy was making still as it was still being pounded by the dildo. Huhviwe came and had a look at the contraption below her. The pole and the dildo were coated in her juices but there was no sign of her cumming and Huhviwe had monitors and other ways of tracking if she had. He was truly impressed as he touched the bottom of the pole and it shut off. With one final plop, the dildo finished inside of her. Jaina hung there, standing on the dildo with her butt plugged.

“I would ask you to clean this all up slave, but we have other training to do. S4R5 will take care of that. You can remove yourself from the dildo now, ” Huhviwe commanded.

With a very humiliating pop and squish, the dildo came out of her as she stood on her tiptoes and moved her hips away. Jaina was tired and so very horny, but ready for whatever Huhviwe had next.

“You did better than I expected. You continue to prove yourself. This next one though I think will break you and I’ll get a chance to punish you again,” Huhviwe teased.

Jaina walked next to him as he led the way towards a storage box. When he was within range of it he tapped a button on his commlink and the box gave way from all sides. Inside was another steel pole mounted with an even larger dildo. This one was at least twelve inches long and maybe eight inches wide. Shaped and coloured to mimic a cock but not a human cock. Instead of being mounted vertically, this was mounted horizontally, with a large motor at the back and some kind of piston and wheel setup. Jaina’s eyes bulged.

“Is that supposed to be a replica of a Hutt’s penis?” Jaina asked. Huhviwe beside her chuckled and slightly shook his head.

“It is not a true replica. Rotta’s, as I said is much bigger, but this is to get you used to the sight and the feel. Go on, put your hands on it,” Huhviwe commanded.

Jaina reached out and tentatively ran her hand over the top of it. It was smooth, hard, yet had a soft coating all around. Almost felt like a gel of some sort. The head was rounded with a large pee hole. Unlike most human species, Jaina knew about this penis at the very least had no foreskin, leaving the head bare and in plain sight. It was so large she could not grip it all the way around with her hand.

“What is the gel?” Jaina asked, curiosity getting the better of her. The plug was still in her ass and with each step and movement, she could feel the agonizing but pleasurable ripples it caused through her body.

“Oh that, it’s a simple gel, but it’s meant to mimic a Hutts. As you may or may not know about a Hutt is asexual. They can be whatever gender they choose. However, when a Hutt chooses to be a male and focuses his body to do so their penis becomes quite large, sheathed, and almost completely flat behind their many layers of fat. This sheathing generates this gel which allows for a Hutt to mate with any female of any species. It has the added benefit of being a healing balm on humanoid female genitals and assholes,” Huhviwe educated. Jaina was marginally aware that Hutts were asexual and knew, of course, about them mating with human females, but she had to admit she never really gave any thought to the biological implications.

“That’s rather convenient though, isn’t it?” Jaina teased.

“Yes,” Huhviwe answered in all seriousness.

“So what do you want here, Sir? That pole looks significantly bigger than the other one. Unless you have some blocks I am going to stand on.

“Ha, not quite slave. On all fours…. Now!” Huhviwe commanded.

Jaina looked at him and looked at the device. She had put together what he wanted from the start but wanted to have a bit more of a rest before embarking on another hour-long impalement on a dildo. Getting down to all fours, Jaina looked at the dildo and shuddered. The size of the thing was enough to convince her this was not going to work. The floor of the cargo hold was cold and not very comfortable, but Jaina knew she was going to have to get used to it. She backed herself into the dildo until she felt it on her butt.

“Little help?” she asked Huhviwe. He simply smiled at her and crouched down right at the dildo. Jaina could feel a hand on her butt. Looking over her shoulder, she saw he had her hand there while his other hand was guiding the large dildo towards her pussy. There was no going back long before this moment, but Jaina had to admit this was going to be something she will never forget. The feel of the tip of the thing was gigantic. Her constantly wet pussy was allowing it to get further in than she would have thought. Width, she knew, was going to be the issue as she felt it spreading her open. She could feel Huhviwe lightly touching her clit just to get her more aroused to secrete some more fluids.

“Relax slave,” Huhviwe said with tenderness in his voice that she had not heard until then.

Jaina tried to relax. Her body was doing its best to respond. Constantly wet now, she was able to lubricate herself well enough that the tip was almost in. There was a floppiness to it that Jaina didn’t expect.

“Is it supposed to go a little…. Well flaccid when it goes in?” Jaina asked.

“Haha, yes, the dildo mimics a Hutts cock in that way. Think of their cocks like a harder tongue, with explosive tendencies… HAHA!” Huhviwe responded. Oddly, the explanation made sense to Jaina and also relieved her. Her body relaxed more than she thought she could at the moment with the orgasms always there, just hidden behind the walls in her mind.

“Very good slave. That’s it just relax,” Huhviwe responded.

The tip bulged into her pussy and Jaina gasped.

“MMMMMMM.” Her moans increased as the dildo slid into her. Her hips moving up and down now, willing the cock in deeper. Her lust now always at the gates demanded that cock inside of her and she was more than willing to comply. Huhviwe wasn’t doing much of anything now when she looked back over her shoulder. She was inching herself backwards. With the tip in, Jaina knew the size would get wider until she had the entire head inside of her. Pushing back, she felt it sliding in more and more. Then her body bucked a bit and she felt the head fully enter her pussy. The pleasure was exquisite and if she hadn’t gone through the training yesterday, she was sure she would have orgasmed about a hundred times already.

“MMMM!” Jaina was lost now. Her lusts and her imagination taking a hold of her. She wasn’t in the cargo hold of a luxury yacht on her way to Rotta. She was there in her mind. Dressed in the very bikini her mother wore all those years ago for Jabba, she lay with her back to Rotta. His hand lazily played with her breast through the metal breastplate. His cock unsheathed, sliding up and around the cloth that barely covered her private parts. Entering inside of her. Causing her to gasp, it was there when the scene widened in her mind. The palace was completely full. She saw people from all races but most humiliating of all was she saw her family. Her mother and her brother and her father. She saw the shame on the faces of her father and brother, saw as they looked away and adjusted their pants. The look on the face of her mother, was it shame or was it envy? Jaina didn’t know but she knew she wasn’t looking away. Mother never would. Determined not to give Rotta the satisfaction. Jaina was wet and her moans echoed through the chamber. She pushed the shame aside and let it fuel her arousal. Rotta’s cock fully entering her pussy was causing her to bounce a little from her side position before the sheer size of it forced her upwards. He pushed the loincloth that covered her pussy aside so that all could see the great Jedi impaled on the cock. Jaina cummed there on the cock in her mind. Her mother blinked and turned away, her father and her brother walking away. The tears came then but she could not stop herself from cumming.

In the cargo hold of the yacht, it was a different matter. She may have had permission to cum in the palace in her dreams, but here and now she did not. She felt it come to her in a wave like all the times before, but this was no ordinary wave. This was a tsunami of cum that would wash her away. It was a moment in time that she knew she had to resist with all her might but the cock slid in deeper. Huhviwe could be heard from behind her. Chuckling and enjoying himself, he had raised himself from the crouching position and was joined by the droid. Jaina was barely conscious of where she was but she could make them out. Efforts better left elsewhere, she tried to refocus. She tried to start her mantra, but with each moment the giant cock slid into her and she felt the wave coming over.

“Please Sir, I am going to cum. Please, can I cum” Jaina was at the end of her rope. She knew she needed permission from Rotta, not Huhviwe.

“I can not do that slave," Huhviwe had turned from the droid and had taken a couple of steps to stand by Jaina’s face.

“Please, Sir… I can’t hold it” Jaina pleaded. Tears came to her face as she begged.

“I suggest you do slave," Huhviwe ordered with as much force as he could manage. Jaina lowered her head and nodded. Trying her best to stop the pleasure that she knew was doomed to come out. The tsunami was reaching the coastline and Jaina knew she was never going to be the same again. In her mind, an image flashed of her being collared after taking Rotta’s seed and told to please him. She saw her mouth wrapping around his cock. For Jaina, that was it. The long-awaited orgasm came and came with a force that it actually pushed the Hutt mimic cock further into her. She squirted in a long arch that actually landed on the droid. Huhviwe stepped aside to look at her body as it shuddered in an uncontrollable spasm. Jaina would have cried for disobeying her order, but she didn’t have the energy. Everything she had went into her orgasm. Not just once, it was a rapid-fire of cums. A day’s worth of teasing came out now with all the pent up pleasure pouring through her. The cock still slid into her, large and taking up what Jaina assumed was every inch within her, and she couldn’t help it anymore. The walls were gone and cums were coming fast and satisfying.

“Sorrrryryyyy” Jaina managed to say. Another cum coming out of her body. Completely uncontrollable anymore, she looked up at Huhviwe to see him smiling. Sure that he was looking forward to punishing her, Jaina figured she might as well let it all out. It felt so good to cum that Jaina for a moment forgot about the punishment that was going to come.

Jaina lay on the ground, the imitation Hutt cock still sliding into her as impossible as that seemed. Her breathing was coming down as her orgasms began to subside. Huhviwe stood over her. His smile never left his face, but he seemed to be taking more and more notice of just how much of the dildo she was taking into her.

“I am sorry” Jaina managed to say.

Huhviwe picked his head up from her rear end.

“Tell me when you came, what were you thinking about?” He asked.

“I…. I …… I can’t” Jaina stammered.

“It may determine if you are punished or not, ” Huhviwe warned.

Jaina shuffled on the floor for a moment. The feeling of the cock in her pussy was still so exciting that she knew she could cum again, but the walls were going back up again.

“I thought of a collar being placed around my throat,” Jaina responded.

“Who was putting the collar around your throat slave?” Huhviwe asked.

“Rotta," Jaina was sure her head couldn’t lower any further with her already resting it on the cold floor of the ship but she was sure it went down a couple more inches as she admitted what she was thinking about.

Huhviwe stood silently over her for a moment. Jaina wasn’t sure if she should have been truthful, but with the cock in her pussy she couldn’t be dishonest.

“Excellent” Huhviwe finally said. Jaina was confused by the reaction and just kept her head hanging in shame.

“I am pleased that you are imagining a life with your Master, slave, but you should be punished for your unauthorized cum. Do you agree?” Huhviwe continued.

“Yes Sir,” Jaina said, trying her best to sound confident but she was sure it came out as more of a whine than anything else. Jaina couldn’t believe her own self. Her body was still aroused but the walls were back up. The mimicry Hutt cock was still buried in her pussy and she was agreeing that she needed to be punished! Huhviwe left her sight for a moment and came back with the same cat-o'-nine-tails that he had used yesterday. He brandished it with a threat in his posture. Jaina was sure in her current state she could not do what she managed yesterday and turn the pain into pleasure in her mind.

“How many do you think, slave?” Huhviwe asked and he seemed to be serious. Jaina didn’t want to answer it, though it felt more rhetorical than anything and any number she came up with she was sure would be outright rejected. Instead, she lay with her head on the floor and her ass still up, braced by her knees and her pussy impaled on the dildo.

There was a sharp hit to her butt from Huhviwe’s hand as though demanding an answer.

“OWWWWW” Jaina cried, but Huhviwe responded with another slap to her backside.

“How many?” Huhviwe asked again.

“I don’t know Sir……. Ten?” Jaina answered.

Huhviwe brought his hand to his chin and draped the flogger down from his other hand. Musing about her recommendation she was sure it was an act at the moment, but he looked down at her and removed his hand from his chin and smiled.

“I was thinking ten as well slave, but I’m not sure I can have you guessing correctly after such a wanton display of disobedience,” Huhviwe stated.

Jaina hung her head. Getting almost exactly the sort of reaction she knew she was going to get did nothing to elevate her fears about the coming hits from that flogger.

“Ten though I think is fair for now. Though you came without permission….. you came thinking about your new role and on a Hutt cock so I’ll grant you some leeway,” Huhviwe reasoned aloud. The tips of the tendrils of the flogger began to rest softly and easily on her back. Jaina knew not to answer, so she just waited with her head buried as far to the ground as her shame would allow she waited for the first strike.

The first one landed more across her back than her backside. This was a change of what she was expecting and as such it caused her to jump in alarm. The dildo slid slightly out of her as she jumped, but when she came down to her hands and knees the cock slithered back into her. Her head was now off of the ground staring straight ahead into the rest of the hold; she could only make out the very edges of Huhviwe as he readied himself for another blow. It came across more of the small of her back then anything this time and Jaina did not jump. The pain spread through her though, and she couldn’t help but yelp in it. Huhviwe chuckled audibly while he landed two swift blows, this time the tendrils raked across her lower back and upper butt. She felt them all hit her skin and she cried in pain.

“Six more to go slave," Huhviwe announced. He seemed to be switching positions to the other side of her. Jaina was trying to figure out just where he was when the tendrils scored hits on her upper back and even traced along her sides and under her. One tendril coming so very close to hitting her nipple. This was unexpected and doubly more so when a second hit seemed to come up from the floor with far less speed and malice, but the tendrils raked across her entire chest. Jaina cried out in pain but kept her position. Impossibly Huhviwe started to hum in a cheerful, almost mocking tone. His feet moved again and she could sense him down far closer to her butt. Two more strikes confirmed his presence there. They raked across her entire butt from top to bottom with tendrils snaking along and under her butt, briefly slashing the inside of her thighs.

Jaina counted two more. She wasn’t sure if she could handle it but she knew she was going to get them. Her body glistened in sweat and she was sure a tear or two had fallen straight down from her eyes. The last two thankfully were across the lower of her back. Painful but not altogether so, and Jaina slumped once more to the ground, breathing heavily and a bead of sweat forming and running down the side of her face. Looking up as Huhviwe returned after placing the flogger back she saw that he seemed cheerful but concerned about her well being. He seemed to examine her and found that though there were fresh marks from the flogger, there had been no damage.

“Very good slave. Now up on all fours again so that we may get you started on the cock” Huhviwe said cheerfully. Jaina did as instructed and raised herself back to all fours. Feeling the dildo buried inside her again, she felt full and wonderful. The pain quickly subsiding as her arousal began to overpower it again. Huhviwe moved out of her sight again but she could feel him messing about with the long pole that the dildo was attached to. With a sudden hiss, the pole sprang to life and started to thrust forward. The thrusting forward slid the dildo further into her and Jaina gasped.

“MMMMMM” Jaina moaned. The dildo slid further into her until she thought it was in her stomach until it receded. Then it brought the dildo head just to the point where it was barely in her pussy before thrusting again inside of her. Jaina couldn’t help her moans and her gasps. The speed was slow but steady. Enough that with each gyration on the floor and on the dildo she felt a new web of arousal pour through her. The drive of the pole was speeding up and slowing down at random intervals like the previous pole she had been mounted on. This time, as she was on the floor on all fours like a beast, the pole and the dildo pushed into her matched her arousal. Her juices were already squishing, and Huhviwe stood before her now with his customary smile on his face.

“Let’s see how long you can go now, slave," Huhviwe cheerfully stated. Turning on his heels away from her and walking out of the hold.

A sudden increase in the speed of the drive forward by the dildo caused her to moan loudly as he walked out of earshot. The sounds of her juices coating the imitation Hutt cock echoed humiliatingly throughout the hold.

Time was not something Jaina had been able to accurately monitor since arriving into Huhviwe’s care but she was sure hours had passed when he finally returned. She had not cum but the floor and the dildo were thick with her dried, drying and fresh juices. Her pussy felt so good and yet so wide that Jaina wondered If there had been any permanent damage after taking something so large for so long. The clipping of his feet on the cold steel of the ship as he walked in alerted Jaina to a change in what had been the status quo for a couple of hours at least. Her weary head looked up from the floor where she had been dangling it for the past thirty minutes or so to see him walking in again with the service droid moving silently behind him, carrying a bowl of water once more. He took the bowl from the service droid once he stood by her head and crouched down. He placed the bowl under her chin and Jaina tried to immediately move to get some hydration but he placed his foot between her face and the bowl and grabbed a hold of her chin with his hand.

“Not until I say so, slave,” Huhviwe warned. Meekly Jaina nodded and returned to just staring down at the floor of the hold while the dildo rammed in and out of her pussy. Her arousal was at the point now and had been almost since the moment he left the hold where she could easily cum once given the command. Her walls back in place in her mind and her mantra recited to herself when she felt her walls breaking, she was in full control of her orgasms. Though with an inward smile, she knew she wasn’t exactly ‘in control’. It was Rotta through Huhviwe who was in control.

The coolness from the water and the stainless steel bowl below her seemed to cool her body and at least her head a little. She was grateful for that more than anything at the moment but the more she stared at the water, the more she just wanted to bury her head in it and sip it dry. Raising her head to look at Huhviwe, she found nothing but that now permanent smile. Pleading with her eyes to be allowed to drink, Huhviwe looked down at her for a moment longer than she thought he would and then nodded.

Forgotten for the moment the dildo ramming in and out of her pussy, Jaina plunged her face and mouth into the bowl of water. The coolness of the water brought a momentary and refreshing chill to her face. Jaina sipped at the bowl like a pet. Unashamed at the display and just thankful for the opportunity to have some water. The rhythm of the dildo sliding in and out of her interrupted by the bliss of something as simple as water. It wasn’t long before the bowl was only holding small little droplets of water, which Jaina was more than willing and eager to lick clean. The pounding her pussy was taking was making her so very hot, and she needed all the strength she could get to keep herself going. She thought about drawing on the force to replenish herself, but she felt like that was cheating somehow. Not honoring her agreement is what it felt like if she were to do so. It occurred to her that she really hadn’t even considered using the force to escape or to make her life any easier since delivering herself into their care. Thirstily looking for another droplet in the bowl, her tongue licked it clean, getting any source of hydration.

“MMMMMMMMM.” Even Jaina wasn’t sure if that was for the water or for the dildo pumping in and out of her.

“I will return, slave,” Huhviwe said. Reaching down, he took the bowl from below her and left, leaving the droid in the hold. Jaina wasn’t sure what was going on with the droid, but it seemed to take every chance it got to look at her. She felt as though it was appraising her.

“I’ll be here, Sir," Jaina responded. Huhviwe chuckled but Jaina’s attention was already back on the dildo.

“Five hours being taken by a cock…….” Huhviwe announced as he came back into the hold. The droid had remained with Jaina through the entire time, never taking its receptors off of her. Her knees and elbows groaned in pain and her shoulders ached but her pussy was where the flame was. An agonizing mix of overpowering arousal and body aches that suggested Jaina was right about her earlier thoughts of her body changing.

“…… Quite an accomplishment slave," Huhviwe continued. Finding himself down by the pole Jaina could not see him but she felt it when he stopped the machine. The dildo came to a stop with the head of the dildo half-buried in her pussy. Jaina felt a sight relief that was only there for a moment before Huhviwe pulled back on the machine causing the dildo to pop agonizingly out of her pussy. Jaina could feel that her lips had been stretched but they seemed to feel okay as they reformed behind her. She could not see at that time, but she was sure to take a look when she could.

“Thank you, Sir," Jaina replied after giving up hope of trying to get a look at herself without taking herself out of her position.

“I have spoken to your Master and he is most pleased with your progress and congratulates you on taking the Hutt cock so early in your training. He has seen you eat from a bowl and being fucked and commends you on embracing your natural self, ” Huhviwe stated. Jaina tried to ingest that information. If he had seen everything then Huhviwe must have transmitted holos of her which meant they had already dropped out of hyperspace to make their course correction to Nal Hutta. The other bit of information she got from that was she had been watched and taped and she knew when she looked around there were no cameras anywhere. Then she looked at the droid and comprehension dawned.

“S4R5 is equipped with cameras then I see," Jaina deduced aloud to which she got a curt, short nod from Huhviwe to confirm.

Jaina smiled and nodded her understanding as well.

“You may stand up slave and follow me. Let's get you cleaned up a bit before feeding you,” Huhviwe commanded.

Jaina did as instructed and raised herself to her feet. The first thing she did was look down at her pussy. It was red with soreness, but she was happy to see that she didn’t really notice a difference. Huhviwe watched as she lightly traced a finger along the outside of her lips.

“Worried about damage, slave?” Huhviwe asked with a slightly mocking but concerned tone.

“Yes, Sir…. I’ve never….. I’ve never experienced anything like that,” Jaina managed to say.

“I understand slave, but you will not have to worry about that. I told you about the healing properties of a Hutt’s cock on human females. I did not lie. Rotta will have his way with you in either hole and you will heal back to your natural position within minutes,” Huhviwe assured her.

“Forgive me Sir but I have never heard of such a thing so I don’t quite believe you,” Jaina replied. Her tone matching her words, she did not fully believe him.

“Again I understand slave. You will see though. Have you not wondered why the most prestigious of the Hutts almost always have a beautiful female as their personal slave?”

Jaina considered this for a moment. “To a Hutt power and prestige are linked. To have power you must have notoriety and prestige. Since most other species find human females attractive, to find one extremely beautiful and chain them to themselves shows that they have the power and with it brings that prestige.”

“Exactly…..” Huhviwe nodded and looked over his shoulder.

“…….. So tell me what would the Hutts think and the circles they are in think when they see you. A beautiful woman in her own right who would be sought after for her beauty alone to be chained but when you add in your own prestige and celebrity….. what would they think?” Huhviwe asked. They were out of the hold now being led towards the cabin for a shower Jaina pondered this for a moment.

“It would be an immense boost to his power," Jaina reasoned. Huhviwe nodded again, looking over his shoulder and turning to allow Jaina access to the cabin and the shower.

“Then tell me again what happens if he shows that he has you and then thirty days later you are gone?” Huhviwe asked. Jaina was by him and just starting the shower.

“He would lose it all.” Jaina knew the answer immediately. Huhviwe nodded.

“So why would he do this? What does this have to do with me not believing you that I will heal?” Jaina answered. Testing the water with her hands for the right temperature.

“On the first, I cannot tell you because I do not know for certain though I can guess and I am sure you could as well. The second is quite simple. Have I told you a lie yet? Have I been anything but upfront and honest with my intentions?”

“He obviously believes he can keep me beyond thirty days. I don’t believe he thinks he can keep me by force, so he is hoping I make the choice to stay. I just don’t understand why he would risk his reputation on it though….” Jaina reasoned aloud. Happy with the temperature of the shower and more than unabashed now to get in and wash up while continuing the conversation.

“Hutt’s are gamblers by nature, but they do not do so without stacking the deck. I think if you are equally honest with me you would tell me you have already enjoyed your time under our care," Huhviwe responded.

The water cascading down her body left Jaina feeling refreshed and clear-minded.

“I have enjoyed it” Jaina relented, and with that admission, she felt another humiliation come and go, her arousal flaring in response.

“I know, but I am glad to hear you say it. I will leave you to yourself for the moment,” Huhviwe bowed his head and turned to exit the room.

“Huhviwe??” Jaina called from the shower.

“Yes, slave?” He answered from just outside the cabin.

“You have been nothing but honest and upfront with me,” Jaina conceded the point.

Huhviwe smiled and moved on his way.

Jaina exited the cabin dry and nude as she had gone in. She saw Huhviwe sat at the table in the kitchen with two bowls on the floor by his feet. Jaina walked over and without prompting, got on all fours and started to eat and drink from the bowls. At least, she thought with pleasure, the food was better. Some sort of steamed veggie mix with some kind of sweet dressing drizzled over top of it.

“I would imagine you are quite eager to avoid being on your hands and knees for a while after that show,” Huhviwe stated.

“Yes Sir, I am” Jaina responded after licking up some food.

“When you are finished we will find a suitable exercise for you” Huhviwe remarked. Getting up from the chair and taking a couple of steps to the counter in the kitchen and grabbing a mug of caf.

Jaina spent the next couple of minutes finishing her meal. By her count, it was the third meal she had eaten on the floor and already she was perfectly fine with it and quite proud she was getting used to eating without getting dirty. It involved her hunching further in. Her breasts often touched the ground but she was happy after just emerging from the shower not to feel dirty again. Huhviwe reached down and grabbed the empty bowls from in front of her, and Jaina was happy to stand while he gave them to the service droids to be cleaned.

“Come back to our little play area," Huhviwe beckoned for her to follow.

Jaina fell into step behind him and moved back into the hold. Jaina noticed that the holoprojector was back in position, but the horse was still moved to the side. In front of the projector was a nice looking padded carpet. Huhviwe directed her to sit on it. Jaina sat down, happy to be in a comfortable position. The padding was beautiful and felt so nice on her abused behind.

“Spread your legs and bend your knees,” Huhviwe ordered.

Jaina spread her legs out wider than her shoulders and then bent her knees in. Forming a kind of V. She was very aware that her pussy was completely visible now. Jaina thankfully was long past these sorts of things causing shame to her. Staring ahead at the holoprojector, Jaina couldn’t help but feel a little weird. Not really shameful but just uncomfortable.

“Yesterday when you were watching the pornos. Tell me, how much did you take in?” Huhviwe asked.

Jaina shrugged her shoulders and really couldn’t say. Yesterday she was so obsessed with not cumming.

“I don’t know, to be honest. I could maybe describe a couple of things but not much,” Jaina admitted.

“As I thought” Huhviwe proclaimed.

He moved to the projector and turned it on. At first, nothing appeared but he hit a couple of switches and touched a few buttons and an image appeared. Projected in holo form in front of her was a still image of a woman bound in chains. Loose-fitting the chains were heavy-looking and seemed quite coarse. About four to five feet of chains linked the wrist and ankle restraints together. The woman herself was nude except for her restraints and a couple of piercings. Jaina felt herself respond to the image. Her arousal was always there now since meeting Huhviwe and negotiating this deal, but as always now she could not cum without permission and her body knew that. Her eyes kept going back to the look on the woman’s face. Restrained as she was Jaina would expect nothing but defiance and or fear on her face but instead, it was pleasure. The woman clearly loved the position she was in. She held the chains at the level of her breasts, which seemed to also highlight the silver studs that were pierced through the nipples of her ample chest. Long flowing brunette hair flowed to her shoulders and just beyond. The chains binding her wrists were thick and looked rough, but she held them against her skin and didn’t seem to mind.

“What do you think?” Huhviwe asked.

“She looks like she is enjoying herself,” Jaina remarked.

Huhviwe chuckled and another image came on the screen. It was Jaina, on all fours in the kitchenette, her mouth inches from the bowl of food. Judging by the food, it was taken the first day with the spiced beef. She was nude and her breasts hung below her like dangling fruit. Her body was tight and shined a little with sweat. Her tongue stuck just a little out. She must have been tasting the food. To see herself in such a way was a shock to Jaina. She wanted to recoil from it but she found that she couldn’t. Her eyes were glued to the image. Seeing herself like that was something she had never experienced and thought of. Without her realizing it, her hand went down to play with her pussy. Looking at herself in such a way was not only fascinating and new but also deeply arousing. Above her, Huhviwe looked at her and his smile grew larger as he watched her play with herself. He held a remote in his hand and clicked it. The holo changed from Jaina on the floor eating to Jaina on the Sybian. Anguish and pleasure on her face as she tried to prevent herself from cumming.

“OHHHHHH” Jaina moaned. Her eyes half-closed, her fingers moved in quick circles around her clit.

“Eyes open, slave," Huhviwe warned. Jaina’s eyes opened in a shot and looked up towards him. Her finger never leaving her clit. A look of displeasure and remorse on her face.

“Sorry Sir,” Jaina said while bringing her eyes back to the holo.

For another three hours, Huhviwe stood over her as she sat on the padded mat before the holoprojector. Images of herself intermingled with other images of women bound, enslaved and humiliated. Jaina played with her clit and her nipples for the entire time. Her moans grew louder and softer, keeping pace with her constant arousal and inability to cum without permission. Exhausted and full of need to cum, Jaina was finally ordered to stop. Huhviwe directed her to her cage where she picked up her travel suit that was on top of it and placed herself back in it. Huhviwe closed it up and patted her down with a smile and then ordered her into her cage. The blackout blanket was placed overtop of her cage and Jaina fell quickly and soundly asleep.

Jaina did not awaken to the sound of Huhviwe or things moving in the hold. Her body reacted to a shudder that went through the yacht. Jaina was alert almost immediately. Reaching out to sense anything on the ship she found Huhviwe the only other humanoid on board. He seemed to be in the cockpit and his emotions were uncharacteristically heightened. Perhaps even scared. Underneath the blackout blanket, Jaina could not see much and this far into the hold and in the ship general she could not hear anything but there was a shudder and the ship was out of hyperspace. That shudder though, was not the shudder of a ship exiting hyperspace on purpose. Everything in her body and in her years as a pilot told her to get up and see what was wrong but she was locked in the cage. Fairly confident she could blast the cage open with a burst of the force she wondered if she should do it. When another shudder went through the ship accompanied by a groan Jaina made her mind up. She centered herself in the force and pictured the lock that held the cage door closed. Just as she was going to blow it open she heard footsteps rushing to her location It was Huhviwe who was fast walking towards her. The blanket was pulled from the cage and Jaina stared up at him. His smile was gone, replaced by a look of fear and confusion.

“What’s wrong, Sir?” Jaina asked.

“Sabotage, I believe. I am no engineer and the droids are not able to see the problem. I understand you are quite good at fixing things” Huhviwe said hopefully.

“I am” Jaina replied confidently.

“Good” Huhviwe unlocked the cage and let her out. Jaina crawled out and immediately stood.

“Take me to the ship’s mainframe,” Jaina asked. Aware the travel suit was still on she knew it wasn’t exactly working attire but only Huhviwe could open it and she was not sure he was thinking entirely straight. Huhviwe led her out of the hold and to the computer mainframe were three service droids were interfacing with it. Jaina took a look at the status screens and the droids.

“Everything looks fine but there is a slight power fluctuation that the droids are putting down to wear and tear but I don’t think so,” Jaina said. She took off immediately on a run to the cockpit.

Once in the cockpit, Jaina had only to look for a couple of seconds to find the compartment that the hyperdrive ran through. She opened it with a multitool that was in the cockpit and took a look. Everything seemed fine, except there was a small device attached behind some couplings and some other components that looked out of place. It was attached to a coolant and return valve coupling that Jaina knew ran to the hyperdrive and the regular drives. It looked out of place, but Jaina wasn’t entirely sure until she touched it and it emitted a bolt of electricity. It was either a faulty component that was causing the problem or something else. She called for a droid to come and look as they would be more familiar with the entire components. When it assured her it was not on the specs, Jaina used a rubber glove to move it around and was able to verify that it was a remote timer coupled with a small little detention device. The droid was better grounded and Huhviwe noted that Rotta would be most upset if she were to be injured so Jaina allowed the droid to remove it. It gave him an almighty shock that she was sure would have really hurt, and then it exploded in a small flash, taking the droid’s arm clear off. Jaina and Huhviwe were lucky they were not hit, and the rest of the cockpit seemed fine.

“Anyone else knew you were going to Coruscant, Sir?” Jaina asked.

“No…… you think it was sabotage?” Huhviwe clued in.

“I think your instinct was correct,” Jaina stated. She continued her reasoning. “It wouldn’t have destroyed your ship, just marooned it and probably right in the area they could then come for you… us. So I suggest we do a complete check on all systems and then get out of here as soon as possible.”

Jaina had barely finished saying the words when the navigation and sensor system lit up like a Coruscant night. Jaina immediately looked at the sensors and saw three corvette class ships coming out of hyperspace almost on top of them. Way to close for them to escape and Jaina wasn’t sure about the capabilities of the ship. Huhviwe leaned over and looked at the ships on the sensor screen.

“Recognize them?” Jaina asked.

“Yes….. Pirates we have had some dealings with. Mostly Corellian with some Duros mixed in. We have had dealings with them but they don’t have the intelligence to plant something like that on Rotta’s ship” Huhviwe stated.

“Rival Hutt?” Jaina asked. Huhviwe nodded.

“Any chance they know it’s me on board?” Jaina continued to question.

“No, your name was never mentioned in any plans being made but everything was marked special and Rotta pushed everything through. A rival could have noticed the sudden changes and the trip and gone fishing, so to speak,” Huhviwe reasoned.

“If they are hired by a rival, what will they do if they find me?” Jaina asked.

“They would attempt to take you, I would imagine. Even if they didn’t recognize you, to steal a woman who is bound for slavery to another Hutt is an act of extreme power and status” Huhviwe said.

“I won't let them take me if you give me my lightsaber. I can hold them off. Problem is the three corvettes out there easily have us outgunned” Jaina said.

“Your belongings can be easily returned. However, Rotta was adamant that you not be discovered.” Huhviwe seemed to be growing more agitated.

“I think that is out the window now, Sir,” Jaina remarked dryly.

Huhviwe looked over at the comm unit and activated it.

“Attention pirates, Let it be known I recognize the IDs of your ships. They have been scanned and sent through hyperlink to the Mighty Rotta. If you persist in this action you will not only earn his eternal wrath but you will never find work anywhere ever again” Rotta said in such stern tones that Jaina had only ever heard when telling her not to cum.

There was static on the line for a moment, and then there were the deep tones of a human coming over the line. Gruff and indigent it as male and full of anger.

“You are bluffing. We detected no message sent.”

“Are you willing to take the chance? As you are aware Rotta can and will have you skinned alive," Huhviwe answered in his most commanding voice.

The pirates’ ships were slowing and Jaina thought Huhviwe was getting through to them. The sensor units beeped again, telling them another ship was coming out of hyperspace. Years of war and training before that let Jaina recognize the sensor data immediately. It was a Galactic Alliance Republic class Cruiser. Designed at the end of the war with the Empire, the cruisers were smaller then star destroyers but had more firepower and carried five squadrons of fighters aboard. It registered as the Allegiance. The three pirate corvettes rapidly stopped their approach on their yacht and tried to angle for an escape vector. Jaina was unfamiliar with the ship but judging by how quickly the snubfighters bristled out of their bays they were still operating at wartime efficiency. Jaina was impressed as the X-Wings swarmed out of the launch bays and launched classic attacks on pirates. First, they disabled the corvettes' engines and then they locked tractor beams on the pirates.

“How very fortuitous,” Huhviwe remarked dryly. Jaina eyed him and wondered if perhaps he knew they were coming. Through her senses, she could not detect anything like that from him. He seemed more amused than anything.

Their communications monitor began to blink, telling them that the pirate had ceased his communication and another comm link was coming in.

“Jeweled Princess, this is Galactic Alliance cruiser Allegiance. Do you require assistance?”

Jaina looked at the communicator and shrugged her shoulders. Huhviwe chuckled.

“You wish to talk to your own people?” Huhviwe teased.

“I would like to ask them how they tracked the pirates and who their commander is, but I think it best they not even hear my voice. For all I know, I trained or flew with half the pilots out there. They would know my voice as intimately as their own mothers,” Jaina reasoned.

Huhviwe smiled and chuckled.

“This is Jeweled Princess, you came at the right time. We have no injured and are quite sure we can patch things up here," Huhviwe replied.

“Good thing we’ve been tracking these pirates since they raided a mine in the Sluis sector two days ago”

Jaina smiled and shook her head. Pirates were always just too stupid and too greedy to ever really get anywhere.

“Thanks for the timely intervention” Huhviwe responded. Jaina had already exited the cockpit to start the repairs and the system checks.

The ship was back in hyperspace and Jaina had even seen how long they had left to Nal Hutta. Only about ten hours more. Jaina wasn’t sure she was looking forward to it or not but she was thankful for just being able to be useful more than just a sexual object, doing something she loved in getting dirty crawling through a ship. Huhviwe and S4R5 had watched with glee while she checked every system and went through everything she possibly could, all while wearing the skintight travel suit.

“Back to the hold, slave," Huhviwe commanded. Jaina looked at him with a bit of a grease stain on her cheek. She was in such a familiar role that she almost immediately said no and told him to go away but her training over the past couple of days kicked in. She was reminded when she thought about her pussy that was just aching for release and then when she looked over herself she saw that she was still in the travel suit. It was stained with her sweat and some fluids from the ship, but it was still a reminder that she was a slave now. Accepting this, she nodded and followed him back to the hold.

“We only have some hours and you will have to get cleaned up and some sleep before we arrive at Nal Hutta so your training will be greatly shortened today” Huhviwe stated.

“I understand, Sir," Jaina replied with a bowed head. Standing in the hold once more on the padded mat that had not been moved, she looked at Huhviwe who smiled again.

“Good” He reached out and touched her suit just below the collar to unlock it and told her to strip herself of it.

“I think it needs time to clean and we need to get you cleaned up as well” He continued. Taking the suit and folding it somewhat neatly and draping it over his arm. He placed the suit for the moment on top of her cage and then proceeded to walk over and turn on the holoprojector again. He fiddled around with the controls and Jaina watched as some images flashed up and projected by the holoprojector. Too fast for her to see them Jaina just waited until he was done. Finally, an image settled for longer than a second on the projector. It was of a brunette, hair down to her shoulders. Athletic build and well-toned she was nude except for a collar around her throat and restraints on her wrists and ankles. Nothing was connecting them though. She stood with her legs parted beyond her shoulders and had her hands on the back of her head with her elbows out to the side. The image rotated around the woman, showing her from all angles. Jaina looked at the image with curiosity. When the image spun around to front face forward again Jaina noticed that there had been a word imposed at the bottom. The word simply read inspection. Confused for a moment she noted that Huhviwe was done fiddling and came back to stand next to her.

“We are going to work on some slave positions you will be expected to know. The first one you see exemplified before you is called ‘Inspection’,” Huhviwe explained.

“Am I supposed to emulate it?” Jaina asked.

“Quite right” Huhviwe responded. Jaina took a look at the position being displayed. Currently, it was on the side view but she had a good look before. She spread her legs slightly wider than her shoulder width and placed her hands behind her head and thrust her elbows out the side of her body.

Huhviwe watched as she assumed the position. When she was done he took a look and walked around her. He slapped the small of her back with the back of his hand.

“Stand up straighter, slave,” Huhviwe demanded. Jaina straightened her posture and looked forward. She found her chest was thrust further outward as she pushed her back almost impossibly straight.

“Good slave," Huhviwe had returned to stand in front of her and smiled.

“How do you feel?” He asked.

“Vulnerable," Jaina answered truthfully.

“As well as you should. This position Inspection is meant just for that. In this pose, all of you is open to be seen and enjoyed. If I were to own you the sheer sight of you in this pose would be enough to make me lose my mind” Huhviwe complimented.

“Thank you, Sir," Jaina answered, oddly touched by the sentiment and trying her best to stop her arousal from breaching her walls. There was something he said about being on inspection that just made her feel humiliated, exposed and so hot.

Huhviwe nodded and turned from her and went back to the control panel on the projector. He hit a button on the panel and the image changed. The subject remained the same. The same woman stood before her in the same restraints and collar but this time she was in a different stance. Her legs were still spread at the same distance, but this time her hands were placed behind her back. The image rotated like the other and Jaina noticed that her hands were not just behind her back, they were gripping her elbows, placing her arms right across her back. Spinning around to the front again, the word displayed was 'Wait'.

It was relatively easy to change her position to match the image, and Huhviwe nodded in satisfaction after walking around her again. There were a total of five positions that Huhviwe walked her through before he had enough and had her go to the cabin for a shower. When she returned he looked her up and down and gave her the suit which had finished it’s auto clean cycle and removed all the stains. Already opened, Jaina put the suit back on with practiced ease and stood before him.

“Things will go fast from here slave. Though it is not night, I want you to have some rest before we land on Nar Shaarda," Huhviwe stated as he opened the cage door.

“I’m all for these next twenty-seven days to go by quickly, Sir, but land at Nar Shaarda? Why not Nal Hutta?” Jaina asked, genuinely curious as to why they would head back to the Smuggler’s Moon.

“We never got to the jewelers before leaving and Rotta demands that when you are presented you are outfitted appropriately. I will also have to contact Batuun and see if the other pieces of your wardrobe are ready. Don’t delude yourself, slave, you have enjoyed your time with me and I guarantee you will enjoy your time with your Master much more,” Huhviwe explained. The cage door open and he motioned for her to crawl in. On all fours, Jaina crawled in and turned around in time to watch as Huhviwe locked the cage door behind her.

Jaina had no retort for that because she had already admitted not only to herself but to Huhviwe as well that she had enjoyed herself. To think she would enjoy her time more with Rotta seemed like a blasphemy almost, but there was a large portion of her mind and fantasies that were beginning to think that was more true than she would ever truly know until she was there with him.

“You think he gambled and won already, don’t you? You think I’ll stay after thirty days?” Jaina asked from inside the cage while Huhviwe prepared to put the blackout blanket on.

The blackout blanket was halfway over the cage. Leaving only the front open so that Jaina could look up into his smiling face. Huhviwe looked down at her and pulled the blanket over the rest of the cage.

“I think you’ve already decided. You just haven’t come to terms with it,” Huhviwe remarked. Jaina heard it through the blanket and though she wanted to say something in response, the clicking of the heels on the cold hold floor told her that Huheviwe was already on hi sway out of the hold.

“I am a JEDI!!! Not a slave!!” Jaina cried but received nothing in response.

“Aren’t I?” she whispered to herself. Grabbing hold of a blanket and wrapping it around herself, she lay down on and put her head against a pillow. Her thoughts were jumbled for a while but she refused to call herself a slave even in her own mind even as the arousal in her kept telling her differently.

Jaina didn’t even remember falling asleep but she was woken up by the sound of the blackout blanket being pulled off the top of the cage. The sudden waking and the onslaught of light left her momentarily blind. The lock clicked open and Huhviwe stood there and called for her to crawl out. Coming out of the cage, Jaina noticed that the hum of hyperspace had been replaced by the sound of regular thrust.

“We are out of hyperspace,” Jaina stated.

“On final approach for Nar Shaarda,” Huhviwe confirmed.

Jaina stood up and looked around. The hold was almost all packed up. Not only had she fallen asleep, she also hadn’t been woken by the sounds of the packing. Huhviwe closed the cage and locked it before showing her a cloak that had been hung over the bondage horse that had yet to be packed.

“Put that on. We will be on the moon shortly,” Huhviwe commanded.

“Yes Sir.” Jaina took it from the top of the horse and started to don it. No stranger to cloaks, Jaina had it on over top of her suit in no time. It had a hood that Huhviwe pulled over. It reached down to her nose, causing Jaina to have very little sight. She wouldn’t be able to see where she was going. Jaina pulled back the hood and explained her problem to Huhviwe who smiled and reached into a half-packed crate. He took out what appeared to be a pair of stun cuffs with a chain leash attached in the center.

“Standard fare for the transport of slaves on the moon. No one will think twice about it. Jaina didn’t like the idea of stun cuffs being placed on her but she knew there was always going to be a hint of restraint in her service to Rotta and she did remember seeing some cloaked and cuffed women being led around the moon on her last time here when she was walking from the spaceport. Huhviwe took the cuffs and without comment placed them around Jaina’s wrists who just stuck them out and couldn’t believe she was willingly allowing herself to be cuffed and taken to Rotta to become his plaything for the better part of a month.

The final click of the cuffs was another seminal moment in her journey towards Rotta. Jaina felt more and more enslaved and captured with each of these moments passing. Her own words echoed in her mind. She was not a slave, but with each passing moment, the reality was that she was and she really didn’t mind. There was a telltale bump as the ship touched down and hiss as the ship came to rest on the moon.

Exiting the ship, Jaina noticed they were in the same spaceport she had left from, just in a different and altogether more secret and private bay. When they exited onto the street it was through about a half dozen tunnels that brought them out on street level out of what appeared to be a droid repair facility that was always closed. No one took notice as they emerged. The Smuggler’s Moon was alive and active as usual. Huhviwe turned and made sure her hood was all the way over, closing her eyes. All Jaina could see was her feet, her cuffed hands, and the ends of the leash that was being dragged now. Jaina fell into step behind Huhviwe as he negotiated the streets of Nar Shaarda. The sensation was interesting as she used her enhanced senses with the force to truly follow Huhviwe without bumping into anything and anticipating when he was going to stop and start.

Even with these enhanced senses, there was something very lonely about it. Humiliating as well when she imagined what she looked like to the outer world. In her cloak and hood, there was barely a mention of her shape except for where the cloak ended just below her knees which then gave a view of her travel outfit that was placed on her and also the very comfortable boots she was given to walk the streets. Every so often there was a tug on her wrist that told her Huhviwe wanted her to speed up or slow down. Her mind though, would get lost. She found it odd that all she really had to do was keep her feet moving and respond to Huhviwe’s directions. With that, her mind could wander. Absent viewing anything around her as she walked, her imagination took over. She wondered about the people around her. Some must be paying attention to her, wondering who this was being led through the moon by the majordomo of the preeminent Hutt. Perhaps putting it together with the rumors of a Jedi, perhaps even a Solo being on the moon only days before. Could the person under the cloak be her mother or her even her? Would people accurately guess? It was amusing to think about in her mind and even arousing like pretty much anything else that involved Huhviwe and Rotta.

Tugs on the leash and the feeling of entering a building stopped the sounds of the street and immediately Jaina noticed a familiar presence in the shop. Huhviwe pulled her deeper into the store and Jaina waited impatiently under the hood until he pushed it back over her face. Her eyes soon adjusted the blinding light of the shop and she saw she was in the shop of Batuun. The winged hovering Toydarian was only a few feet away talking to Huhviwe who was walking back towards him after removing her head. Jaina spun around in place and saw the center podium and the screens all over the shop. There was something oddly settling about being in a place she had already been in before.

“Welcome back to my shop,” the costume maker sneered to her.

“Thank you” Jaina opted to be as sincere as possible in her reply to see if it would anger him a little. She was still not happy about the slap he had given her before and she would take the opportunity to get at him if she could.

The merchant simply huffed and returned his attention to Huhviwe. The Twi’lek was gesturing with his arms rather wildly. At least more so than what Jaina had seen before. Then he turned and moved back towards her. He had her remove the cloak. Once it was removed Jaina stood once more in the shop, not exactly nude, although the controller to do that was on Huhviwe’s belt. In this traveller's suit, she was more covered than she was the last time she stood in the shop, but not by a lot. The Toydarian merchant came fluttering up to her and had a look around her, huffing and talking to himself as he pulled at little pieces here and there.

“Yes, I can see what you mean. I made the crotch strip too wide but beyond that, I think on such short notice it was quite good,” Batuun finally announced. Huhviwe chuckled to himself and then came to stand next to Jaina.

“You will fix that narrowness,” Huhviwe declared.

“Of course," The Toydarian declared as he threw his small arm in the air and fluttered away from them. He moved to the back of the shop and disappeared into the workshop behind. Huhviwe was looking her up and down with that smile on his face.

“What?” She finally asked him.

“How are you feeling? You are hours away from meeting Master Rotta,” he asked. They were dimly aware of the merchant in the back cursing at someone or something, but he was yet to reemerge.

“My mind has been so focused on what’s at hand. I haven’t really thought about it, to be honest,” Jaina answered.

Huhviwe chuckled and looked out past her to the returning merchant.

“I suggest you think about it,” Huhviwe replied, before welcoming Batuun back who seemed to be carrying a small datapad.

“As requested, the completed sets of costumes and clothing have already been shipped to the palace. The two remaining pieces, the serving uniform and the selection of sleepwear will be done within the next couple of days,” Batuun’s wings fluttered and his free hand gestured around. Huhviwe smiled and took the datapad from him and nodded his approval.

“You have done well. You have also sent the specifications to the Jeweler?” Huhviwe asked.

Batuun waved this question in a sense of dismissal.

“Of course, of course,” Batuun answered. The merchant turned to take in Jaina.

“I look forward to seeing you in any of my creations, slave,” The terrible merchant sneered as he said it.

Jaina didn’t answer but Huhviwe moved to put a hand on her shoulder and moved her away from him.

“If Rotta wishes for you to see her, then you will see her.” Huhviwe implied a threat through his very tone, and the Toydarian merchant paled and fluttered away. Huhviwe turned back towards Jaina and pulled the hood back over her eyes and took a tighter grip on the leash from her cuffs.

The Merchant went back to his backroom, apparently done with the pair, and Jaina was happy for it.

“Now we see this Jeweler that we missed before?” Jaina asked. Huhviwe tugged on her leash, leading her back to the door of the shop.

“Quite right” Huhvwei responded, the door to the shop opening and the sounds of the street greeting their senses again. Another tug and she was out the door.

The walk to the Jeweler was a longer one then she would have thought, and because of the hood, Jaina had no idea in which direction. She thought it was perhaps back towards the spaceport because the initial turn seemed to be that way but all she could see was her own feet. Tugs here and there and Jaina became lost in her own thoughts again, again wondering if people were picturing her under her cloak. Were they wondering if it was her or if not, what was the person wearing underneath it all? Imagination running wild, she was thankful when a tug from the leash told her to stop and Huhviwe was heard opening a door with another tug telling her to follow the leash into the store. She could hear Huhviwe talking in hushed tones to some people.

Jaina initially felt a few people in the store when they arrived. Now she felt all but one coming and walking past her on the way out of the store. Huhviwe dropped the leash and walked past her back towards the door. Jaina heard a click and a hiss. The door had been locked and Jaina heard other hisses from around her as Huhviwe walked behind her. He pulled off her hood and then helped her remove her cloak while her eyes adjusted once more to the light.

It was a smaller shop, again with no merchandise displayed but there was once more a podium and on the far left wall, there was a counter with what looked like a couple of data terminals and also some kind of detachable portion that seemed to be more droid than counter. A man in a purple cloak stood by the counter. Leaning against it, he seemed to be appraising her. Jaina couldn’t make anything out from him more than a feeling of amusement. He had a rough, unkempt beard that ran into dark hair that was hidden behind his hood and cloak. His beard had spots of white and even some ginger in it. His eyes bore into her though and Even though Jaina still wore the travel suit, she felt completely naked.

“This is who Rotta has finally chosen to wear his collar.” It wasn’t a question but more of a statement and one tinged with curiosity and amusement.

“It is. It is understood you will not speak of us being here?” Huhviwe confirmed.

“Of course…. I don’t understand the need for secrecy though. I mean, she is very beautiful. Well endowed and a physical specimen to be sure but I have seen a couple slaves much hotter,” The man seemed to shrug and Jaina wasn’t sure she was insulted or amused by it.

Huhviwe was more amused than angered as well.

“Our friend’s life is his art so he naturally doesn’t get out. Why I am sure he doesn’t even know we recently had a massive war,” Huhviwe said to Jaina, but loud enough for him to hear.

“I know about the war… it’s with the Empire, right?” The man smirked and Jaina was again unsure if he liked this man or not.

“You got the measurements and what not sent to you from Batuun?” Huhviwe continued on.

“Yes….. can’t believe you are still using him for that stuff, Hu. He’s a sleazeball.” The man finally stopped leaning against the counter and moved to the portion of the counter that seemed to house a droid.

“He’s the best on the planet” Huhviwe responded casually and opened his hands in supplication.

The man sighed and nodded before he reached over and turned on the droid. It came to life and started beeping around. Jaina could see it was a heavily modified astromech with its dome head replaced by a block that made it camouflage into the counter. Rolling out, it seemed to follow its owner as he made his way towards her.

“Your slave will have to get out of that suit, Hu” He remarked while the droid followed right at his heels.

“Of course,” Huhviwe conceded, and Jaina took a breath in. Add another person to see her naked about to the list. Huhviwe unlocked the suit and had Jaina strip out of it. Practiced hands had her out of the suit before the man had finished closing the distance to them. He stopped when she stood up after removing the last portions of her suit and looked at her.

“Ah, now I see it,” the man proclaimed. Jaina was sure she had just been recognized. Heat came to her cheeks in shame. She wanted to cross her arms in front of herself but she knew Huhviwe would not allow that. She stood with her hands by her sides and waited for the realization to be said.

“Her breasts are magnificent and her look. With the suit on, the face was too obscured, but there is a look of nobility that is also contrasted with a roughness that makes her look both regal and wild at the same time. Stunning. Rotta, as always, has chosen well,” The man finished. The droid simply beeped and went past him to come to a stop only a couple of feet from her.

Relieved and still slightly insulted that she wasn’t recognized, Jaina heaved a sigh of relief. She certainly didn’t appreciate being talked about like she wasn’t there but she assumed she was going to have to get used to it.

“Stand on the platform, slave,” The man asked with a little more consideration than she would have thought him capable of.

Jaina moved to the platform, which wasn’t exactly the center of the store but close enough. It had a rail that went up to about her waist all around except for one side where she was directed to walk up and stand. The droid that had nipped at her feet followed her and even with an extended wheelbase joined her on the stand. Jaina watched the man and Huhviwe come to stand at the bottom of the stand. Feeling like a bit of a showpiece which she guessed she kind of was Jaina just tried to settle herself.

The top of the droid was opening as the man ascended the stairs. Two halves of the top of the droid began to slide away from each other, revealing inside a padded case-like area that held five silver rings. They were all about an inch thick, but in three different sizes. On each of the rings was another smaller ring, welded together with such precision that there were no marks, as if it was just made in one seamless stroke. These rings were much smaller than the ones they were attached to and clearly designed for chains to be connected to. With that information clear in her mind, she knew what they all were. Restraints, four for her wrists and ankles and a collar for her throat. A little surprised that she wasn’t going to get them at the palace, she hadn’t expected something like this so soon. When she was told she was going to the Jeweler she had imagined actual jewelry but in hindsight what was jewelry on a slave but her restraints. The man was now next to the droid and he picked one of the smaller rings up clearly designed for her wrists.

“These were made from the information provided by Batuun so if they don’t fit perfectly then you will have to blame his scanners,” The man said as he turned to Huhviwe and presented him with the cuff. Jaina was all too aware that she was still in stun cuffs. She tried to get a better look at the one in Huhviwe’s hand as opposed to looking at the ones right in front of her. Huhviwe studied the restraints. He held it close to his eye and then balanced it on his palm.

“It is quite light. How strong is it?” Huhviwe asked.

“Strongest thing there is besides beskar, but getting that stuff from those Mandos is tough. This will hold up to anything short of a turbolaser or maybe more likely a lightsaber," the man said. Jaina gulped and Huhviwe stuttered for a moment. So quickly though that she was sure the man did not notice.

“Well, I don’t think we need to worry about lightsabers,” Huhviwe remarked while pointedly looking at Jaina. Jaina paled and then shook her head no to confirm that they did not have to worry about it.

Unaware, the man simply took the restraint from Huhviwe and reached into his tool belt. He removed a long pin-like object and rotated the restraint in his hand a little. Looking for something, Jaina looked at the restraints on display in front of her and couldn’t figure out what he was looking for. Obviously finding what he was looking for, he pushed the long pin in and Jaina heard a click. The restraint popped open.

“Keyed only to this rod for that one time open. Once closed there is only one thing that can open them” The man declared. Jaina worried. If they could not be reopened after her thirty days then she did not want to put them on now.

“That would be Rotta’s DNA,” Huhviwe said before Jaina’s mind could blow the thought up any more.

“Exactly as requested,” the man said with a large, almost comical smile.

The man placed it back in the case that was the droid’s head and proceeded to open all the restraints with the tool. He then threw the tool in a trash compactor and laughed.

“Won’t be needing that anymore,” he said with a grin.

“As always, you are far too cavalier about such things. What about the other items?” Huhviwe asked.

The man’s eyebrows raised and he assumed a much more serious posture.

“You want to do that now?” He asked.

“Yes, she is due to meet with Rotta soon,” Huhviwe replied.

“Ah man, ah right, let's do it. They are ready but I thought this was more show than actual doing” The man’s demeanor changed and though he was still jovial, he became much more professional in his outward appearance. He moved to the droid and touched the side of it. Extending from the side of the droid seemed to be a sort of gun. It was not a normal gun. Jaina had seen these before and used them when she was a teenager. A piercing gun for her ears, she thought. She had long ago let the holes close. It was not exactly something a Jedi or even a fighter pilot dealt with. The man had the gun in his right hand and with his left hand, he touched the top of the droid’s head that had not slid open for the restraints. The droid beeped happily and the padded restraints moved up and then extended out on a mini platform while another padded platform ascended to take its place.

In this padded area, Jaina saw two silver studs, nine smaller rings, and another stud that was on a short little chain, all silver. Glistening and beautiful, they all seemed to have tiny little patterns and what not etched into them. Jaina was just unsure of why so many for her ears. Maybe they were spares and for different occasions, she thought. Huhviwe joined him on the platform while the man with the gun still in his hand removed a cloth and some sort of container containing liquid from the same side the gun had come from.

“Again just as discussed,” The man said.

“Very nice," Huhviwe stated. He reached over and pulled one of the rings from the padding. He examined it in his hand and gave it a good looking over.

“Remarkable craftsmanship. Such intricate etchings. Very well done,” Huhviwe continued.

“May I see?” Jaina asked, not sure what kind of response she would get. Batuun at the other store had slapped her before when he thought she had talked out of order. The man turned to her and smiled.

“Curious slave…. I like that” He picked another of the nine rings up and gave it to her.

Jaina examined it. The ring was small so she didn’t expect much in the way of weight, but she was still surprised to find that it was virtually weightless. The silver gleamed against her skin and. There were etchings on the ring but it was so small she had to squint to look. On the ring was wording, just one word but Jaina had to rotate the ring as she read it. The word was ‘slave’. Humiliating, but someone would have to be so very close to her to see it that they would have already have determined that she was a slave.

“Very intricate,” Jaina acknowledged while she handed it back to the man. The man nodded and placed it almost with reverence back on the padded platform. He took the other one from Huhviwe and placed it back with the same reverence. The gun now in his hand and the cloth and container now propped up on the rail that surrounded the platform.

“Shall we get started?” The man asked Huhviwe but he did lock eyes with Jaina for a moment before she nodded.

“Yes… where will you start?” Huhviwe asked.

“I prefer to work down,” The man said. Standing tall and coming to stand within inches of Jaina. She could smell his sweat and what he had for lunch on his breath. It wasn’t pleasant but again she knew she was going to see Rotta and was going to spend thirty days with him so she should get used to closeness and off-putting smells. So close and off-putting it was that Jaina did not realize at first that he said he wanted to work down. Thinking he was just doing her ears, her mind now began to expand its thoughts and she did not like where it was going.

“Ummmm you're just doing my ears, right?” Jaina asked.

“Hahaha…. She’s funny this one," The man laughed and pointed towards her while talking over his shoulder to Huhviwe. Huhviwe smiled and moved to stand a little closer to Jaina.

“Your Master requires piercings in your ears, nose, belly button and pussy lips,” Huhviwe said without preamble. His tone was sincere and also forceful, showing that he would not tolerate any resistance. Her mind tried to catch up with the information. Ears she knew about, but her nose? Belly button and pussy lips? It all seemed surreal.

“I…… I…… I understand, Sir,” Jaina finally relented to Huhviwe and to herself. She was confident that she could just remove them and let them heal after her time with him was done anyway.

“Be thankful, slave…. Normally an incoming slave to a Hutt of Rotta’s stature would be tattooed as well,” Huhviwe warned.

Tattoos could be removed of course, but with more difficulty. She shuddered at the possibility and nodded at Huhviwe.

“I understand, Sir," Jaina repeated and slightly bowed her head.

“Proceed then” Huhviwe motioned to the man. The man nodded and placed the gun down on the platform holding the restraints and moved to take the container and the cloth. He poured the container on the cloth for a half-second and then again and gain. Jaina wasn’t sure what the liquid was, but knowing normal piercing protocol she would think it was some sort of alcohol to ward off infection.

“This disinfects and numbs the area. Not really needed for the ears but I like to be nice….. especially to the more gorgeous slaves” The man smiled and even threw in a wink. Though this man was charged with piercing her in areas she had never even thought of and placing restraints on her that could only be removed by Rotta, Jaina found herself liking the man. He clearly enjoyed what he was doing, was not personal or mean, and was very talented in his field.

He took the cloth and rubbed it against Jaina’s ears on the outside lobe and inside lobes on both sides. He placed the cloth back on top of the container on the rail. Picking up the piercing gun in one hand, he smiled at her before locking his eyes on her left ear. He flipped something on the gun and the needle at the end of the gun was bracketed with a small wedge that Jaina was sure would slip behind her ear to allow the needle an easier piercing. Jaina had to admit that she didn’t feel anything as the man pressed the trigger and the needle went through her earlobe. He took away the gun from the ear and the droid opened another compartment on the same side the gun came from. The man grabbed a cloth from it and wiped away a little blood. He put that cloth back into the same compartment and picked up one of the studs. Jaina watched as well as she could as the man took the stud and threaded it through her earlobe. He repeated the same procedure on her right ear. Two new studs in her earlobes. Jaina couldn’t see them, but she didn’t mind the idea of her ears being pierced. It was everything else that was about to happen that concerned her. Jaina heard a switch being flipped and saw that the little wedge that appeared to bracket the needle was gone.

The man placed the gun down and picked up the cloth and the container again. A couple more times he placed the cloth over the top of the container and rotated around to get more liquid on the cloth. He rubbed her nose for a little longer than he did the earlobes and Jaina felt herself tensing. She also felt her nose numbing a little. It was an interesting visual for Jaina as her eyes crossed trying to keep track of the man and his piercing gun. She was sure she should be able to feel something on her nose but she didn’t. Before she knew it he was placing the cloth against her nose and bringing it away with a spot of blood on it. There was a glimpse of a ring being taken in hand by the man but then again Jaina couldn’t see much. She didn’t even know what nostril they were putting the ring through. The man though didn’t waste any time and soon his hands were away from her nose. Jaina could feel a little difference in her left nostril but she wasn’t sure. She grew more preoccupied now with what was coming next. The Jeweler had the liquid soaked rag in his hand again and he was moving to her nipples.

Moving towards her nipples with the cloth, Jaina flinched. Her ears and even her nostril were one thing but there was something so….. slavish about her nipples and the rest being pierced that initially, her mind recoiled at the thought. It was so quick though that she was sure no one noticed. The man rubbed her left and right nipples down with the antiseptic and numbing agent and picked up the piercing gun. Trying to get a view was a little easier this time but every time Jaina tilted her head down to see the man placed his spare hand against her chin and pushed up. After the third time of that, the man sighed heavily and Huhviwe stepped in.

“You will see it all when done slave. You can’t do anything about it right now and you are just slowing down the process” Huhviwe said calmly. While putting his hand on her shoulder.

The man mumbled something about a spoiled slave and why wasn’t she fully restrained but the look from Huhviwe’s eyes was one that made it clear the man would not get much more leeway. Jaina nodded her understanding and took a deep breath and willed herself to look away. She could not feel anything as the gun came up to her left nipple. There was a slight pinch as she was sure the man took a hold of it. To her shame, she noted that her nipples were already erect but she tried to tell herself she was nude in a shop and she was cold but she knew better. The constant arousal left her nipples always erect, so much so that she had gotten used to them. After about half a minute or so of the man placing the gun against her nipple, she saw him place it down and grab a hold of another ring. Unaware that she had already been pierced Jaina was surprised to see out of the corner of her eye the ring being brought to her nipple. The process was repeated quickly on the right side, and Jaina knew that she was now sporting two rings from her nipples.

Her bellybutton was next on the list and Jaina wasn’t entirely sure how one was done but she kept Huhviwe’s words in her mouth and tried to look away. She felt the cloth rub up against her bellybutton and slightly above. There was some poking and prodding just above it which confused her for a moment.

“Not a hint of fat,” The man said, clearly in awe.

“Does that make it more difficult?” Huhviwe asked.

“Not at all” The man replied. Jaina felt the cloth against her skin and then the gun pushed up against her belly button. A quick look down confirmed it was placed almost inside her belly button but it was pointed upwards. Jaina then remembered what she knew about belly button piercings and knew that they went through the soft tissue just above the belly button. There was no time to ponder this, however. The man squeezed the gun and Jaina felt nothing. She looked away when she saw him place the gun down and pick up the ring that had a bit of small chain hanging from it. Again she felt nothing while it was placed through. The first hint she got that it was done was the feeling of something tiny and metal striking against the flesh below her belly button. She looked down and from the ringed piercing the small length of chain hung down to just below her belly button.

“The next part I’ll need a better angle,” The man said mostly to himself. The droid beeped and Jaina heard a hiss below her just to her right and saw that a small panel slid away from the bottom and something was coming up through it. It took a moment to see that it was a chair of some sort. As it rose the three of them stepped back and Jaina noticed it was a high chair. White with a small back it looked to really only have a seat that would barely cup her butt. It finally came to a rest with the seat being higher than her waist. She was ordered onto it and found that her legs were dangling from it. The man and Huhviwe had her spread her legs widely which presented her pussy to him. With such a small seat nothing was stopping the man now from having a closer look at her most intimate area.

“Impressive… inexperienced, I would say until quite recently…..” The man laughed. “Been having fun training this one, Huhviwe?” The man asked.

Huhviwe’s smile grew large as he looked at the man. “You have no idea,” he replied. Jaina felt a massive rush of heat come to her face. Being talked about in such terms directly in front of her was humiliating, and she just wanted to find somewhere away from the two men.

The man poked around and pulled and teased her pussy lips. In her constantly aroused state, Jaina had to suppress a moan here and there as he poked around.

“So tight and pink…… I am more and more ashamed of my original impression. This here may be the most wonderful specimen of a pleasure slave to ever come into service and she is going to a Hutt?” The man was almost talking rhetorically, but Huhviwe could not miss a chance to humiliate her further.

“Willingly too,” Huhviwe said and the man’s eyes shot up and his brow furrowed.

“Really? I just thought you’d already trained her obedience in and she didn’t need to be restrained, but she is here on her own free will?” The man asked. Momentarily forgetting about Jaina’s pussy.

“Quite right” Huhviwe responded.

“I would say she was some kind of kinky person then, but her body tells me that she is inexperienced…… How did you arrange it? Blackmail?” The man asked.

“I am not at liberty to say” Huhviwe responded and though his tone was friendly and even jovial, he also made it clear he was not going to tolerate those questions. The man sighed and scratched the back of his head in wonder and excitement.

“Wow,” he said before he went back to teasing and poking Jaina’s pussy lips. Jaina looked away, not wanting to see this particular violation of her body while the man rubbed her lips with the cloth and brought the gun up. It took about ten minutes in total but Jaina could feel them by the end of it. Four rings in each pussy lip. Eight rings through her lips that would be there for the next twenty-seven days or so. The man went to cleaning his supplies and placing them back into the droid while Jaina was told to stand up. She watched as the chair disappeared into the podium again. Standing there and becoming aware of the pain from her ears and nose Jaina knew she was going to experience more than that but she was sure she could handle it. The man came back into view with a regular medical needle and took a hold of her arm.

“Just a painkiller and antiseptic. This should stay in your system for the next couple of days while you heal. You shouldn’t feel much of anything,” the man explained.

“Don’t suppose you can do that for longer so I don’t feel a whip or a flogger,” Jaina quipped. Huhviwe chuckled and the man smiled and laughed.

“Sorry no can do,” he replied. He found a spot on her shoulder and after wiping it down again with the antiseptic cloth, he plunged the needle into her arm.

“Thank you,” Jaina said in all truthfulness. What the man was doing was a violation and modification of her body but she had agreed to it and he had been nothing but professional except for some comments about her which were more compliments than anything.

The man raised an eyebrow.

“Definitely not a kinky freak. Not someone who would volunteer for something like this. It’s a business transaction. Did your family lose you in some sort of wager and if so what was the wager because you are far too sweet, beautiful and all together phenomenally to willingly enslave yourself, let alone to a Hutt,” the man replied. Jaina wanted to answer but knew she couldn’t and shouldn’t she simply bit her lip while Huhviwe placed a hand on his shoulder.

“It is a sort of business transaction” He replied and Jaina was thankful for him stepping in.

The man shook his head in wonder and scratched the back of it. He moved off of the podium with the droid sticking on the platform.

“I knew Rotta was good but man…. Impressive. I get the hint though so I won’t ask anything more than this. You have a noble look yet have the bearing of a military officer. Are you both?” He asked and Jaina was sure the answer would give her away even to this man who did not know of current celebrities would surely be able to put it together.

“I am afraid if she or I were to answer that my friend you would have too much information and though I would love to tell you, when you get drinking, you say too much to the wrong people sometimes. Rotta finds your work exquisite but will not tolerate loose lips…..again, ” Huhviwe warned. The man took the explicit warning and raised his hands in surrender.

“Understood,” he replied while he walked back to the podium. The droid beeped happily at his return. Rings now all gone, the droid had reverted back to its first configuration with the restraints now in the center of its open head.

“Okay then, let's get these on you quickly so that I don’t get taken to the Rancor pit,” the man said and though he smiled and even winked at Jaina she knew he was taking it seriously. It came off of him in waves and Jaina knew he would not say a word of this whole thing to anyone.

All the restraints were open so all that was needed was them to be placed on her. Jaina held her arms out obediently while he placed the wrist cuffs on her and then raised her legs for easy access to her ankles. First her left leg and then her right. After that, all that remained was the collar. There was something about the collar going on her that Jaina thought back to when she fantasized about Rotta putting the collar on her. How she had cum and couldn’t stop herself from cumming even though she tried with all her might and will. Now she stood in a shop on the Smuggler’s Moon. Her body pierced, her wrists and ankles cuffed and about to be collared. When the collar was placed around her throat and closed, Jaina could have sworn that the sound it made as it locked was as large as a Star Destroyer exploding but since no one else seemed to react with more than smiles Jaina was sure it was in her mind. The man stood back and looked at his work.

“Excellent as always,” Huhviwe remarked.

“Thank you,” the man replied.

“Can I see?” Jaina interrupted impatiently.

The man smiled and shook his head woefully.

“You are going to have a hard time training this one,” He said but as he did so he moved towards the counter and behind it. He pulled out a block that was on wheels. It only stood to about his knees, but when he got to the foot of the podium, he pulled up on a handle atop of the block, and the block came upwards revealing a mirror. It folded out to give a full-length view. Jaina stepped down from the podium and looked at herself in the mirror. She wanted to cry, and tried to force herself to cry. She wanted to hate what had been done to her. All the piercings and the restraints. All in the same gleaming silver made her stand out. She wanted to hate it.

“I look……. nice,” Jaina said. It was all she was able or willing to say. She wanted to hate it but she could not. Even the nose piercing with the tiny ring was arousing to her. Opening her legs a little, she got a good look at the four rings there. Not very large but wide enough on each one to get a pinky finger through Jaina loved how they showed off her pussy. The nipple rings as well kept her always erect nipples at attention and added a bit of flair to her body. She wanted to hate it.

“You look fantastic” Huhviwe replied. Coming to stand next to her. Jaina looked at him in the reflection of the mirror and his smile. She wanted to hate that too.

“Are you ready to meet your Master?” Huhviwe asked. Jaina wanted to say no, but all she could manage to do was nod.

“Yes Sir,” Jaina finally said.

“As always, thank you for your help,” Huhviwe spoke to the Jeweler. Jaina hadn’t even learned his name but he had profoundly impacted her life, or at the very least her body and perhaps her image of her own body. She wasn’t sure she would get rid of many of the piercings when this was all over.

Huhviwe picked up her suit and handed it to her. Jaina looked at him quizzically.

“Really? Over all these piercings, Sir?” Jaina asked.

There was a chuckle from behind as the man laughed. Huhviwe chuckled as well and simply re-extended his arm carrying the suit. It was already open, so Jaina had no problem stepping into it. She pulled it on and the first thing she noticed was it molded around the piercings. Her pussy lips were the first to be covered and she stopped putting the suit on at her waist to look down. The rings, though not viewable because at the time the suit was rendered that way, could still be seen as independent bulges around the lips. Jaina looked in horror, wondering what people would think if they saw but again remembered the cloak she wore. Satisfied, she pulled her arms through the sleeves and completed the suit at her neck. Her nipple rings poked out clearly in the suit as well. The full suit was on but Jaina felt more on display than ever. Conscious about the bulges, she allowed Huhviwe to place the cloak on her and bring the hood down over her eyes.

“Come back to see me when she is fully trained. I would love to see how it works out” Jaina heard the man calling. Huhviwe meanwhile was taking the leash that had been fastened to her stun cuffs and looping it through her new wrist cuffs before tugging her on her way out of the shop. Jaina could hear the sounds of the street once more as they emerged back out into it. Some tugs here and there, but Jaina knew where they were going now. They were going back to the ship and then down to the planet so that she could finally meet her fate for the next part of the month.

Since the ride down to the planet was a relatively short one, Jaina was allowed to stay in the lounge of the ship for most of the trip in. She asked if she could fly since it would be the last time she would be able to fly for a while. Huhviwe had relented and allowed her to take off and she was just getting ready to land on the private dock of a large palatial estate on Nal Hutta. It was the first time she had been to the Hutt homeworld. It was dark, and swampy as the books and people had said. The entire planet seemed to be one giant swamp. Here and there were power stations and large forests filled with dropping trees and all sorts of wildlife. In its own way, it was more like Dagobah than anything. Yet where there was a wildness about Dagobah there was none of that here. The marshes and forests while appearing wild in the dark and drooping way there was a cultivated aspect to it. Marshes would run into forests that seemed to mark borders between large estates. For as far as the eye could see that was all there was to be seen. Large estates all with at least one massive palace and then a wealth of smaller buildings scattered across the properties.

The homing beacon taking them to a private dock brought them over easily the largest estate she had yet seen. There were storehouses all over the place from what she could see but it was the size of the palace at the very heart of the estate that impressed Jaina. It looked as if it had sprung from the ground itself. It was made of dark brown stone that by the looks of it had been carved lovingly into a mansion fit for an emperor. Three enormous towers rose into the sky, spanning from the left and right and center. Jaina could see in the center tower was full of windows at the top, giving it a look of an old fashioned lighthouse. There were no corners to the palace, it was all curved and shaped. Everything ran into another. Even the towers didn’t seem to rise from the palace as much as they seemed to swirl up. The homing beacon was telling her to land just shy of the eastern part of the palace. There didn’t seem to be a landing pad until they dropped just a little lower and the ground moved away revealing a hidden underground landing pad. Jaina, with little effort, placed the yacht down in the landing bay with barely a sound. There were three other ships in the bay but there was not even a droid to be seen.

Huhviwe gripped her shoulder.

“An excellent display of piloting,” he complimented her.

“Thank you, Sir,” Jaina answered. She rose from the pilot’s chair and looked at him.

“I guess it’s time," She stated. A hint of trepidation in her voice.

The smile on Huhviwe’s face was broad and warm.

“There is nothing to be worried about. You will be treated…… well you well be treated poorly by some standards, but I have gotten to know you these past few days….. you will be fine. You will love it and I anticipate seeing you for longer than thirty days,” Huhviwe stated.

“I don’t know about that,” Jaina replied.

“Those very words tell me that you are considering it already and you have yet to truly be trained and tamed. Rotta will tame you, Jedi. He will turn you into more of a wanton slut then you already are and then when you are begging, demanding even to cum, he will not let you. You belong to him and you will belong to him for the rest of your life,” Huhviwe stated with a certainty that worried Jaina.

Jaina wanted to refute this, but she could not. Her arousal piqued at his words. She simply turned away, which caused him even more delight.

“Come then. Let's not keep him waiting any longer,” Huhviwe insisted. He handed her cloak and told her to put it on.

“Even here in the palace?” Jaina asked.

“Just until you are within his presence," He replied. They exited the cockpit and then exited the ship. Jaina was expecting Rotta to be there right at the foot of the ship but again there was nobody in the landing bay. Huhviwe looped the leash through her wrist restraints again and led her out of the bay. The bay doors that opened into the bay from the larger palace were absolutely huge in size. They slid open with a tremendous sound that Jaina was sure shook the entire estate. They walked through with Huhviwe leading while she kept her head down. She heard some service droids running about and even spotted a mouse droid rolling by, but beyond that, all Jaina had to look at was the stone floor. It was a dark gray with specks of lighter portions intermingled throughout. Carved from stone, her booted feet made it feel smooth and easy to walk on. No doubt for the Hutts who preferred to slither about from place to place when not on their automated lifts. The walk seemed to last for hours but Jaina thought that might be possible judging on just how big the palace looked from the outside. Huhviwe as he did on the moon would tug here and there to let her know what he wanted, and Jaina would obey without question and comment.

She heard a loud door opening and Jaina walked through into what felt like a small room. Behind her, the door closed. She felt Huhviwe fumbling around with something before another door in front of her could be heard opening. A tug on the leash told her to follow, and Jaina felt like she was walking out of a small room into a very large one. She was led in a straight line for a couple of minutes before she was kind of forced to snake around a little. Once Jaina had adjusted to the route taken, her other senses kicked in. She could smell swamp, the dearth and murkiness that went with it as well as something else. A smell that was sweet, yet musty and foul all at the same time. A smell Jaina had long ago associated with a Hutt.

She was brought to a standstill and felt Huhviwe move behind her. He tugged on her hood and pulled it back. In the lightly lit room, her eyes didn’t take long to adjust.

Standing before her was Rotta. He was in front of what looked to be a mighty throne large enough to accommodate his massive size. He was easily the largest Hutt she had ever seen. His big bulbous eyes took her in and his lips were constantly licked by the massive tongue. The sheer girth of him took up almost her entire vision. She could see a little behind him the throne and some stone pillars that were aligned along the sides of this massive room she stood in.

“Come closer, Jaina Solo,” Rotta ordered. His voice boomed through the massive chamber, echoing as if they were in some sort of cavern.

Jaina took a few steps forward and stopped. Huhviwe remained where he was. The enormous Hutt now occupied her entire vision. His tongue licking his lips was only a couple of feet away.

“You will address me as Master,” he commanded. Jaina nodded and looked him in the eye.

“Yes Master,” she replied.

His eyes seemed to be the size of her entire body. She shuddered to think of his penis and how big that was going to be. She glanced down unintentionally, and Rotta caught her eyes looking.

“HOHOHOHO! So eager little one?….. There will be time for that,” Rotta teased.

“Has she cum Huhviwe?” He directed his question towards the majordomo.

Huhviwe cleared his throat and Jaina tensed.

“Yes, my lord. It was unearned but she was punished for it. However, I feel it was a good thing,” Huhviwe stated.

“Explain my servant,” Rotta asked.

“She explained that when she came she was thinking about only one thing” Huhviwe walked up to stand directly behind Jaina and whispered in her ear to tell him. Heat rising to her cheeks at hyperspeed, Jaina shuffled her feet before speaking.

“I was thinking of being collared by you, Master,” Jaina admitted.

The Hutt’s big eyes bulged slightly and his mouth smiled. He seemed very pleased with the answer.

“I shall forgive it then this once. Your orgasms belong to me, ” Rotta commanded.

“Yes Master,” Jaina answered dutifully.

“Good. Now give me a kiss and show your loyalty. Huhviwe, you are dismissed.”

“Yes Master,” Jaina answered. Though inwardly she cringed, she was determined that she would not show how much she hated or loved something he did to her. She took a couple of steps forward and was within inches of his massive mouth. Huhviwe had bowed his head and was now out of her sight. His lips were so large she really didn’t know where to begin. Taking a deep breath, she leaned in and placed both her lips on his lower lip and kissed him. The taste wasn’t nearly as bad as she thought it was going to be, but it was still uncomfortable because of the saliva left from his tongue. Rotta let her stay like that for a moment before having her step away.

“Good slave…… follow me,” Rotta commanded. He turned and began slithering away from her. Jaina thought he was going to the throne, but he actually went around it. This was the first chance she got to see the room she was in. It was large with those pillars along the sides of the room. All carved out of stone, they were absolutely stunning. They all seemed to emulate the styling of the three towers that the palace was built from. When Jaina looked behind her she noted that there was a large door that would grant entry to Rotta who apparently liked to sit on that large throne. Jaina noticed as she neared the throne that there was a large ringlet made of stone embedded in the throne. Presumably, she thought, for a leash.

When she looked to her left from the throne beyond the pillars, she noted that there was a smaller door that explained where she and Huhviwe had come in from. Trying to keep pace with the large Hutt was actually quite challenging. For such a large Hutt, he moved with surprising speed and even grace. The rest of the large room was effectively barren. Behind the throne, there was some space with some counters arranged around and even what looked like a small dance platform but nothing more than that. Rotta was leading her towards another large door. When he arrived there, he had to do a retina scan to allow the door to open. Without a word, he moved through and Jaina followed. They entered into what appeared to Jaina to be a small waiting area. There was a large U-shaped couch that bordered the three walls to her right. In between, it was a coffee table and to her left, there was some sort of vending machine that held everything from food to condoms. Directly in front again was another door with a retina scan. Rotta went through that process and then brought her into that room. He slithered through just as before.

Entering into the new room, the first thing Jaina noticed was the smell had changed. This was more of a swampy area than anything. Sure enough, when she looked to her right she saw a large curving lagoon that seemed to come out of the walls. Murky and dirty water seemed to surround the room but Jaina was okay with it and Rotta took a deep breath, almost as if he enjoyed it. To her left was a large platform with blankets, pillow and all manner of luxurious comfortable items. Jaina assumed this was his private chambers and this was his bed.

“This is my chamber, You will spend some time here, but your accommodations are directly through that door down there. Only mine and Huhviwe’s retina scan and DNA scan can gain access” Rotta pointed to a slightly smaller door down to the right almost by the swampy lagoon’s endpoint. Jaina nodded and wondered if she should make her way there. Rotta had stopped, but as he told her about the entrance to her accommodations, he started to move towards the door.

Her accommodations were that of a fairy tale. Jaina walked in and the first thing she noticed was the air was as warm and scented as it would be on any planet she would be glad to call home. The door opened right at the ending of her own lagoon. It had a curved beach that swept the entire bottom of the room in beautiful waves. The water was clear and from the looks of it, warm. There was maybe about forty feet of it to her right with a rock formation in the center at the end where water cascaded down in a wonderful soothing sound. The beach was wide enough for her to place blankets down end to end and just lie there. It was like a little piece of heaven.

To the left was the rest of the room. Walking into the room, she turned left and something immediately got her sight. About ten feet from the door they had just come through were glass walls with a toilet and a shower. The walls were as crystal clear as if they really weren’t even there. Right outside of the washroom was a large walk-in closet. Again with see-through walls, Jaina saw a few outfits already hanging in there and she was torn about whether she wanted to see them.

Just out from the wall and centered between the closet and washroom was a small L-shaped couch with a chair and makeup desk in the middle. There seemed to be a set of drawers next to the desk angled out back towards the washroom that most likely carried all the makeup and whatnot. The second major thing she spotted was up at the end of the room was a large cage. About ten feet by ten feet and about ten feet high as well. The roof of the room was the stone and it was so high some of it was just enveloped in darkness. Inside the cage were all sorts of pillows, blankets and even stuffed animals. Jaina didn’t have to be told that was her sleeping area.

The third major thing she noticed was a large boxed out room that was not see-through. It was a large room about thirty feet long and coming out from the wall about twenty. The entire room itself was immense. It actually felt like it was empty, it was so large. Underfoot it wasn’t even stone, but some kind of synthetic wood that was soft as Jaina walked on it. Naturally, her curiosity was getting the better of her and she was walking towards the sealed off room. Rotta seemed content to watch from behind as she walked through the room. Not saying much, but Jaina could feel his attention focused squarely on her. There was a door that was large enough for her and Rotta to enter side by side with more than enough spare room. Jaina went to it and noted once more there was a retina ID. She looked at the scanner and back at Rotta, who just slithered closer but still regarded her with curiosity. Shrugging her shoulders Jaina reached over and let the ID scan her retina, thinking that the scans done at the merchant would have registered it and she might get lucky. Sure enough, there was a click and the door opened. Rotta smiled and gestured for her to walk in.

This sealed room was clearly where most of the training was going to be done. It was for all intents and purposes a dungeon. Stocked with everything she could ever think of and more. The first thing she noticed was the floor. It was a cherry redwood that was dark against the walls, which were black. The roof of the dungeon was potted with daylight lights that illuminated the dungeon like it was the middle of the day. All the light in the world didn’t do anything to Jaina’s spirit when her eyes settled on the instruments in the room. Included were a Sybian, bondage horse, cross, vertical cage and a pillory. Though there was more in the room those were the ones Jaina identified quickly. All the devices were out and from the walls which had racks on the near wall filled with whips, floggers and riding crops. On the wall to her left, there were cabinets lined up against it. Jaina looked around the dungeon and shuddered a little, but she tried to not show it. Rotta was behind her now in the dungeon. The door was large but if Jaina wanted out she would have to ask him to move. She turned and looked at him. His stare was calculating, and it unnerved her a little.

“Are we to start in here right away, Master?” Jaina asked, preferring to take a direct approach.

Rotta took a moment to look her over as she stood there. Jaina was suddenly aware she was standing in the nude. Restraints on her wrists and ankles and collared, but she wanted to make sure she knew what was coming.

“No, not yet, slave. I wanted you to look at your area. You will not leave this area unless under my direct control or Huhviwe’s,” Rotta rumbled as he turned and slithered out, allowing Jaina to exit the room as well. The door closed automatically behind her. Jaina wanted to move to the wardrobe next, but she also wanted to get as much information out of Rotta as possible. She preferred to know what was going to happen instead of possibly being anxious about what was to come next.

“So when’s the great reveal, Master?” Jaina asked.

“Reveal…. What reveal, slave?” Rotta answered and though Jaina could not gauge tone and emotion from a Hutt, she did get the sense that he was confused with her question.

“Showcasing me to all your friends and onlookers” Jaina clarified.

“HOHOHO, do you yearn to be so fully exposed?” Rotta asked in response.

“I just know it’s a part of the deal,” Jaina responded.

“You will not be publicly exposed until if and when you agree to stay as my slave past thirty days” Rotta stated. Jaina was stunned. That was not the answer she was expecting. She was thankful of course, but there was a large part of her, the part where the arousal was that was disappointed.

“I don’t understand,” Jaina responded.

“There is a chance, however remote, that you may not be with me past the agreed-upon time. If I were to show you off now and then less than a month from now you are gone, I would lose too much prestige. Any I would have gotten by displaying you now would be erased and far more gone. You will spend your time with me, Huhviwe and maybe some droids until you decide to spend the rest of your days with me,” Rotta confirmed.

“That won’t happen,” Jaina stated.

“We shall see, If not, then you and I will have twenty-seven days of memories to endure a lifetime," Rotta argued. Jaina was pretty close to the wardrobe now and walked into the closet. For the size of it, there was barely anything in there, but there were a couple of outfits hanging. Rotta didn’t join Jaina in the large closet but with the see-through glass, he could still keep an eye on her.

She had to admit she was having a hard time figuring him out at the moment. Her first act within his presence she was sure was going to be in front of a large crowd and now she had been told she was essentially going to be in isolation for the better part of a month. Not being able to read Hutt’s through the force also made it worse. It was like a black hole and though she had dealt with Hutts before and knew them not to be impulsive and were always calculating, she had always been able to figure out what they were calculating. Beyond the obvious of wanting her to stay forever, Rotta was impossible to get a read off of. Even now while she looked at the clothing in the closet, he just remained there. Not saying anything and simply observing. It was unnerving. Was it bad that she just wanted him to get it going? Just order her to fuck him or some other lewd act? Was that impatience on her part or was it the arousal? Jaina truly wondered and worried if it was both.

“I thought Batuun had created more than this?” Jaina asked, just trying to get any information from her new Master.

“He has and they will be arriving shortly. These two outfits were ones I had made from another designer,” Rotta replied.

“I’m not even sure why you want me in an outfit if I am just going to be seen by you and Huhviwe. You can keep me nude the entire time," Jaina replied trying to tease the Hutt.

“I could,” Rotta replied. The corresponding lick of his lips felt like a wink to her and Jaina was happy for that.

“Would you prefer that?” Rotta continued.

Jaina chuckled under her breath and turned so that she could look more closely at the Hutt through the glass. His lips and tongue weren’t moving and his small hands were grasped in front of him. He seemed to be true regarding her with this answer. Jaina took a moment to search through her thoughts and then decided to be truthful as always in this situation.

“I wouldn’t complain, but I think I know how some of this works. It’s about power and control. Prestige and the ability to get more. To dress me up shows your power over me. I was thinking before it shows your power over me to others and thus gives you more prestige, but since I am not to be seen. Dressing me up lets me know that you have the power over me and to you, you hope it will grant you prestige down the road” Jaina reasoned aloud.

The giant Hutt clasped his hands tighter in front of him and then began a slow clap for about twenty seconds. His giant tongue licked his lips messily, sending drops of saliva everywhere around him. He smiled and Jaina knew she hit pretty close to the mark.

“Very good, Jaina Solo. You have a good grasp of what is going on. So you tell me, how will this end?” Rotta asked.

To Jaina, there was only one way this could end. It had to end with her enduring the next couple of weeks with him and then returning home, hoping to never think about what kind of things she was forced to do. However, in the back of her mind, her arousal grew with each passing day and she had already surrendered to it. She had already given up control of her orgasms to Rotta and knew without a shadow of a doubt that she could not cum without his permission even now only three days into her service. So it was not impossible to think and to know that by the end of thirty days many things will have changed and she may very well decide to stay.

“Honestly, Rot….. Master. I don’t know. I want to say it will end with me going home in twenty-seven days, but in keeping with that honesty, I never thought I would have ever done a fraction of what I have done in the past couple of days. The rational part of me says that there is a chance I could stay after my time is up. You and I both know that if you wanted to keep me here it would be more trouble than it’s worth even without my lightsaber. The part of me I know you and Huhviwe are cultivating, the part that just wants to cum and will do anything to make that happen, says that I will stay. So I don’t know how this will end, but you are right. There will be memories. The only problem is will they be nightmares or will they be something else entirely……” Jaina shrugged her shoulders and looked out through the glass at the Hutt who still regarded her intensely as she spoke.

“…… I am not naïve enough to think I can come through this without being changed. I know I have already changed. So in the end I guess we will see,” Jaina concluded.

Rotta took a few moments himself to gather his thoughts from the look of it. Jaina could not look him in the eye. Even admitting that there was a possibility that she could stay was extremely humiliating. She pretended to concentrate on looking over the outfit she was running her fingers through. It was some strappy thing that was made of some kind of leather with frills at certain sections that Jaina wasn’t sure of where they would be on her body. She focused on the outfit, more interested in keeping her eyes away from his.

“Honesty will always be rewarded, slave. I appreciate it. I thank you for it. Your stay with me will indeed be memorable. I will bring you to heights of pleasure you never dreamed of. I will also cause you pain the likes of which you may never have had. Your mother caused me pain but this is not about me getting revenge on your family. I saw an opportunity to increase my standing and make a statement not only to other Hutts but to the wider galaxy so I took it. We shall see indeed how it works for both of us. Your words are wise. As wise as your body is beautiful. Honesty in all things with me slave and I will always return the favor……” Rotta answered. Again getting a read on the Hutt was hard, but Jaina did get a feeling that what he said was truthful.

“…. As for your lightsaber and the rest of your belongings. Huhviwe will be arriving with them shortly. We will store them in your closet there,” Rotta concluded.

Jaina was a little surprised that he would allow her easy access to her lightsaber but again as she had just stated there was no real way they could keep her here. Even behind retina and DNA barriers. Jaina would find a way.

“Are you not worried about me having access to my lightsaber?” Jaina asked.

“As you said, if you wished to escape we could not stop you,” Rotta dismissed it before continuing. “I thought perhaps having it close to you would make you feel somehow better.”

Jaina thought about it for a moment and nodded.

“I do…. Thank you, Master," Jaina said. Turning around now to view him through the glass once more, she noted he had moved a little closer.

“Good, now I want you to rest for a bit. A service droid will be in shortly with a meal and drink for you,” Rotta ordered. Jaina nodded her head and looked at the cage where she was supposed to sleep. The door was slightly open and wondered if she was able to open it. She started to walk towards it when he stopped her.

“You will not be able to get out of the cage once it is locked behind you. I suggest you keep that in mind if you were thinking of closing the door. The lagoon there is also heated to a temperature humanoids find relaxing. You will find soaps, shampoos, and all other types of things in the washroom. If you need anything else let Huhviwe, myself, or the droid know,” Rotta explained. He slithered over towards her and motioned for her to come closer as well. He reached down and cupped her chin.

“I will be back later to have some fun,” Rotta stated.

Jaina nodded and watched as he turned from her and made his way to the only door that led out of the room. The one they had come through. Unsure of what to do with herself she went to the cage and had a look in. She had to admit it did look fairly comfortable in there and the thought of having a lay down seemed nice, but she had a good rest on the ship before they arrived in the system. She did feel a little grimy though and thought about a shower. The washroom was right next to the wardrobe and when she entered, she noticed a cabinet full of towels, including beach towels. The thought of a dip in the lagoon was far more appealing so she grabbed one of those and made her way towards the lagoon.

The droid found her on the lagoon beach. Jaina was so accustomed to her nudity now that she didn’t pay attention when someone or something new saw her, even with her new piercings. She admitted she had forgotten about until she dove into the pool and wondered if she should be swimming with the fresh piercings. Remembering the extra dose of painkillers and antiseptic she got, she was sure she was okay and if not she would feel something in the force and be able to ward it off easily enough. The droid had delivered some steaming veggies with some type of fowl that had been barbecued and was spiced. It was not too hot but so good, Jaina thought as she devoured it. Water had come as well, with the droid offering to get her anything she desired as another drink. She had opted to stick with the water but asked for some flavored water she preferred to get when she could for the next time. Aware that the light in her resort-style cage was not really sunlight Jaina knew she could not get a tan and with all her new piercings was unsure if she wanted one to be honest but there was something so relaxing with her eyes closed, beach towel under her while she lay on the sand.

“You look absolutely beautiful, slave.” Jaina hadn’t even sensed someone else in the room, let alone hear anyone. Annoyed that she hadn’t felt the presence, she opened her eyes to look up into the smiling face of Huhviwe once more.

“Thank you…… Didn’t expect to see you so soon,” Jaina remarked.

Huhviwe showed her a bag he was carrying in his right hand.

“Your belongings. Rotta wishes you to have them in your closet,” Huhviwe stated.

“Of course," Jaina could feel her lightsaber in the bag. The very fact that it was near made her feel much better. She watched out of the corner of her eye as Huhviwe moved away from her on his way to the closet.

When he returned, he held the same smile on his face he seemed to have plastered on it or the past few days.

“I would get some rest slave. Your Master will be here soon to truly begin your training,” Huhviwe remarked as he was heading out.

“Thanks,” Jaina said dryly.

Huhviwe looked at her and nodded. Almost at the door now, Huhviwe seemed startled when it opened prematurely. The gigantic form of Rotta the Hutt obstructing his path. Huhviwe immediately bowed and moved aside. Rotta moved in with surprising speed and grace. His eyes focused on Jaina as soon as he spotted her. Not paying any attention to Huhviwe who simply disappeared behind the large Hutt and left the room.

“You look relaxed, slave," Rotta remarked, coming to a rest just on the outside of the beach.

Jaina tensed, she had to admit. She knew what was coming. There was anxiety there and also arousal at the thought of finally pleasing him, but she refused to admit to it. The only thing she wanted to admit to was the possibility that she may be allowed to cum once she has gone through with this act.

“Thank you, Master… it is not uncomfortable here,” Jaina said.

“HOHOHO lets see if I can make it at least a tad uncomfortable,” Rotta laughed while he moved away from the beach and Jaina got the vibe that she was supposed to follow him. Her piercings warmed slightly as she raised herself to her feet, Jaina moved to follow. She was thankful that he didn’t seem to be heading towards the dungeon. He stopped halfway between the makeup table and couch and her cage. He turned towards her and Jaina joined him.

“I don’t think I will ever get bored of seeing your body slave," Rotta admitted. It seemed more rhetorical than anything so Jaina chose not to respond. So close to the Hutt, Jaina could make out that sweet and musty smell again. She could also make out the outline of his cock that seemed to be swelling behind its sheath that seemed to originate at about a quarter of the way of his body and went right up to close to his chin. Jaina was immediately aware that the Hutt cock she had been on in the ship here was a mimic and not a replica. Something that big would surely be far too big for her.

“I see your reluctance, slave. Do not fear. I will not hurt you” Rotta actually tried to reassure her. Jaina sighed inwardly and knew this was the time.

“How may I serve you, Master?” Jaina managed to say in the most sultry voice she had. It sounded terrible and Rotta seemed to agree with her own opinion but it seemed to do the trick. The sheathing was peeling away and his cock was standing on end. It was almost impossibly hard for a being who seemed so inherently soft. Jaina instinctively took a step back.

“Come here. Place your hand around my cock, slave,” Rotta ordered. In Jaina’s mind, the only thing that was going through it was cone thought. So it begins.

Tentatively, Jaina moved forward. Close enough to reach out and grab hold of the massive thing. Aware that men normally preferred a gentle touch she wasn’t sure what Rotta wanted but the look on his face told her to keep going. She wrapped both hands around his cock and started moving them in short little sweeps up and down. Only a couple of inches each way, but that seemed to be more than enough to make him very happy. His lips were pouring saliva around him. Some of it coming down and soaking her hands and his cock as well as getting into her hair. It was a very messy affair, she had to admit.

“Kiss it slave," Rotta commanded. Jaina gulped and nodded her head. Her hands still moving up and down the shaft, Jaina moved her lips to the cock. Reaching out with her lips, she planted a small kiss on the head. Jaina wasn’t sure what she was expecting but she wasn’t expecting to like it, that was for sure. She had never sucked or even kissed a cock before, but she had never imagined it being an enjoyable experience. This was not terrible but neither was it enjoyable. It was different and she had to admit to herself once more that she could probably do this. He seemed to enjoy her hesitation, but only for a moment before he motioned for her to kiss it again.

“Longer. Place your tongue on it,” Rotta ordered.

Jaina opened her mouth this time and when she kissed it she stuck her tongue out and licked a couple of times before withdrawing from it again. Rotta enjoyed it, she knew, from how he looked at her but he wanted more and without prompting Jaina was ready. She bent down and placed her mouth on the cock and opened her mouth. Her tongue began to work around his head. The head of his cock was just a bit smaller than her mouth and as such when she opened her mouth wider she found her mouth sliding down it. Her tongue working down the head of the cock. There was a moan from somewhere, and Jaina wasn’t sure if that was him or her or even both. Her whole world for the moment became that cock. It was the only thing she could see and feel. Her tongue swirled around it while it seemed to grow but also become less hard. Not really paying attention, she noted she needed a breath. Her head came up and off of the cock and she took a deep breath.

“Well done, slave,” Rotta said. He reached down with his small hands and patted her head like a pet and Jaina didn’t feel all together humiliated.

“Again,” he commanded.

Jaina nodded and got back to work. This seemed to be the pattern for the next twenty minutes or so until Jaina felt more confident to breathe while she was sucking on his giant cock. Then her mouth was on the cock for what seemed like hours before Jaina could feel something changing within the base of the cock. Since the head was the only thing she could see, Jaina wasn’t aware of the base, but she knew he was about to cum when she tried to remove her mouth from his cock and he stopped her by placing his small hand on the back of her head. The direction clear, she kept her mouth on the cock as he came.

Jaina had heard stories of what this was like from other women, but in the instant before it happened, she decided she was going to keep an open mind. With such a large cock, the amount of cum that came out of the top of his cockhead shot out at such a pace that it hit the back of her throat like something was thrown at her. Jaina flinched for a second but kept her mouth clamped over his cock. It wasn’t until a second later when she realized her mouth was full and the cum was leaking out of her mouth and going down her face, throat and the sides of Rotta’s cock that she realized she might be in trouble. It was instinct that took over and she swallowed. Jaina was dimly aware of how swallowing cum was viewed in some circumstances, but she didn’t care at the moment. Her duty was to please him and she could not do that while he was still cumming and her mouth was full. So she swallowed and accepted more cum into her mouth, aware that the taste was salty and odd but not the worst thing she had ever eaten or drank. Rotta roared as he came and Jaina thought perhaps she had done something wrong in swallowing his cum, but he seemed more pleased than anything. Finally his cock jerked once more, and then she felt the last bits of cum dribbling into her mouth as his orgasm faded away. She swallowed one last time and wiped away some that had leaked out from the sides of her mouth with her hands.

Envisioning how she looked, Jaina crumpled to the floor unaware of just how tired she had become. The whole thing was draining, but there was a pleasure in it. She didn’t even notice that when she crumpled to the ground, her hand had moved to play with her clit. Rotta seemed to be in a state of bliss. His tongue sat at the side of his mouth, slightly hanging out while saliva dripped out of the opposite side of his mouth. Jaina was dimly aware of her own arousal and looked at his cock. It was still unsheathed and looked as if she could start again but it was covered in cum, quickly drying. Without being prompted, Jaina got to her knees and started to lick up the remains. Rotta looked down at her. A look of bliss returning to his face.

“Very good slave,” Rotta complimented. Jaina nodded as she worked her head up and down on the cock, licking away all of his drying cum. Jaina was sure this was an extra, but something told her to do it and to continue to do it. It came from her own arousal and also a part of her mind that told her this is how you service a man.

When she was done with it and rocked herself backwards a little on her knees so that she could see Rotta’s face better, she looked up and saw him smiling. At least, she was pretty sure it was a smile.

“I thought your experiences were limited, slave?” Rotta commented.

“They are, Master,” Jaina confirmed.

“You swallowed cum and cleaned me without prompting and you have never done it before?” Rotta asked.

“That’s right, Master," Jaina once more confirmed.

“HOHOHOHOHO, you are a wonder. A natural slave, I think. Tell me. Would you like to cum?” Rotta asked.

At the mention of her own cum, Jaina felt her own arousal flood into her. Hidden behind that wall in her mind, she knew she could cum at any moment.

“Yes Master," Jaina whispered, almost bouncing off of her knees with need.

“Continue pleasing me like that and I will think about allowing you to cum,” Rotta stated.

Jaina’s mind was filled with the need to cum, and she took in the words without truly thinking about them. She nodded and said that she would continue to pleasure him as needed and would wait to cum. It wasn’t until her brain processed it that she realized not only would she not be cumming now, but she might have to wait much longer. She felt betrayed somewhat but she knew that was wrong. She was wrong in hoping that she would be allowed to cum.

Rotta moved a little away from her and reached down with his hands and gripped Jaina’s chin.

“You will cum when I decide. I know you understand this,” Rotta stated. Jaina nodded with him still holding her chin.

“Good slave….. Now prepare yourself. It is time to mount me,” Rotta commanded.

Jaina was exhausted but she nodded once more and raised herself to her feet. She noted that the head of his cock was just a little higher than her waist, almost like the pole mounted dildo she had done in the ship on the way here. Jaina touched her pussy and knew that she was wet enough that she was going to at least get it deep inside her. Looking at the giant cock and thinking about how she was about to mount should have disgusted her, she knew, but the humiliation of doing so was driving her arousal into overdrive. There was no helping herself as she took a hold of the cock with one hand and stretched her leg out over it like she was mounting a speeder bike. Ever since she had agreed to this, she knew this was going to happen. Despite the disgust and the arousal, she wanted to tell herself this was just another mission, but as the cock was guided into her pussy, her mission took on a whole new meaning. It became more about keeping her sanity and not giving in to the pleasures that were being given to her.

It was impossible for her to bounce on his cock. It was so large and slinky that as it was, it was just too much. On her tiptoes, Jaina couldn’t do much more than accept it. Her own arousal in overdrive with each passing moment. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The only thing she was worried about at the moment was making sure he was satisfied. So her hand continued to guide his cock. The tip of his head was now pushing into her. It was so large she felt like she was being split in two. With all of her own juices and some of his, the tip of his cock slipped in and Jaina felt an immense relief and then fullness inside her when the rest of the head slipped in.

“OHHHHHHHH!” Jaina moaned. She felt his small hands on her shoulders, helping to guide her. His cock didn’t seem to penetrate as much as slither into her like his body moved. It just filled her up. Jaina closed her eyes as she just tried her best to make sure she did not cum, so she could not see how much of his cock was inside of her but she sure felt like it was a sizable amount. It wasn’t until his small hands on her shoulders started to lift and push on her, causing her to bounce impossibly on his cock that Jaina almost lost control of herself. Thankfully, her training on the ship had been total, and she was back in control of her orgasm just before it slipped past her defenses. Rotta roared in what she believed to be pleasure. She never knew a Hutt could make such a sound. It was piercing and wild, like an animal and Jaina loved it. Now with the cock in her, she had no time in her head to not embrace her service. This was pure joy in her mind, bouncing up and down on the cock to Rotta’s and her enjoyment.

“Yes slave… take it,” Rotta moaned. Jaina didn’t answer, she couldn’t. She was lost in her own bliss and she wasn’t even cumming. Letting Rotta dictate the speed and pleasure by using her as a toy on his cock, she was doing her job and with each passing moment, it was one she totally enjoyed.

“Yes Master," Jaina’s own moans were loud enough that she thought everyone on the planet could hear. What was worse though, was she didn’t care. She had never experienced pleasure like it, and she still had to keep telling herself she had yet to cum. If her pleasure was like this right now, she wondered what it would be like to cum. That was when she started to beg and Rotta would refuse. She would beg every so often, but Rotta seemed to have an incredible amount of endurance. The entire session seemed to be hours and Jaina was sure she wasn’t reading the time wrong as she thought of that. Her plea to cum continued to fall on deaf ears.

“Please Master, may I cum?” Jaina asked one more time. This time the answer wasn’t verbal. It was given to her when he took one hand from her shoulder and slapped her breast. Jaina got the hint and stopped asking. Rotta was close to cumming now and Jaina’s mind went to satisfying him and ignoring her own desires.

Another roar from Rotta and she knew he was cumming. She could feel his cock swell impossibly large within her and felt his cum pumping like a fountain into her pussy. Jaina felt everything on her sensitive clit, trying with all her might and succeeding to prevent herself from joining him in a blissful orgasm. Rotta’s cum lasted longer than the blowjob she had given him but when he was done the cock immediately began to shrink and seek shelter back in its sheathing. Jaina was forced off of it, cum leaking from her pussy, running down her thighs and her rear. So much had been pumped into her, she felt like her entire lower half was coated in it. She didn’t complain though, when the cock withdrew and she found herself suddenly on the floor.

Rotta loomed large over her, breathing hard and looking up into the ceiling of her cavern prison. His tongue hung from one side of his mouth, but there didn’t seem to be any saliva coming from his mouth. It was as if his entire body’s energy had gone into producing his cum. She sighed and gathered her hands under her head to form a makeshift pillow. Laying at his feet, she was already exhausted before she had mounted him, but now she felt like she could just drift off to sleep without any help.

“That was far better than I expected slave," Rotta’s voice was low, even wary somewhat, but his admiration showed. His voice knocked Jaina out of the sleep that was threatening to grasp a hold of her.

“Thank you, Master….. It was….. fun” Jaina replied honestly.

“HOHOHOHO….. good……. I have matters to attend to and you must be tired. Get some sleep and rest. I must recover as well, ” Rotta said. Jaina couldn’t feel the Hutt in the Force but she got the impression he was indeed most satisfied with her performance. Maybe she would be able to cum sooner than she expected, she thought.

“Yes Master,” She answered. Rotta patted her head like a pet once more and again Jaina did not mind. He made his way to the door, she watched as he exited leaving her alone. She slumped to the floor before willing herself to get up and clean off. With barely any energy, she stumbled towards the washroom, leaving a trail of his cum leaking from her behind.

Jaina was in the shower when she noticed a small mouse droid in the area cleaning up the trail of cum she had left from where she and Rotta had been to the shower. With curiosity, she followed it around the room until it disappeared in a small little mouse door that she had not seen right next to the main door. Exhausted, she walked to the cage for the first time and entered. She wasn’t sure if she should lock it behind her, so she kept it open in case Rotta came in and needed her right away. The selection of soft and comfortable blankets and pillows had her spoiled for choice as to where to put her head down but soon she found a place and lay down in the cushioned softness of the cage and fell asleep. That ended her third day and first day in Rotta’s direct care.

On the fourth day in his service and second day with him, Rotta was absent when she woke up. Jaina mulled about in her cavern prison. She was doing some exercises and lounging at the pool before a droid came in through the door with food and water. As always, they were in bowls. Jaina accepted them from the droid with a nod. The droid placed them on the floor where she was, which at the time was in the cage lay down after a shower. Jaina without prompting simply got on all fours and started to eat without using her hands as Huhviwe had trained her to do. The food had only just been finished when Rotta had come in. He had made straight for her and mounted her while she lay in the pillows and blankets. She was on her side while he mounted and thrust. She felt like she was going to explode with pain and pleasure before he had cum and then been on her way. Jaina had felt used, but consoled herself with the fact that it had been what she had signed up for. It was maybe a few hours later when he came in again. She had been on the beach lounging on a beach blanket when he found her. Jaina had been commanded to suck his cock before once more she mounted him like the steel pole in the ship. By the end of the second time, Jaina was shattered. Her body was exhausted and her mind was simply trying to avoid cumming while Rotta came as often and when he pleased. He had effectively only just finished cumming when she had been let go from him and he was already on his way out. A droid coming through the door afterwards to clean up. Not only the beach area, but in the cage from earlier in the day. Jaina felt used again but she still desperately wanted to cum. Rotta would order her and compliment her, but there was a coldness about him.

Her third day with him started with him waking her up in the cage. He fucked her there and then had her clean him from the base of his cock to the tip. Jaina had knelt in the very area she had only just been sleeping in. Her knees were covered in his cum that he leaked out from her last fucking. She had to reach under the base of the cock where the sheathing had piled back and lick up from there. The process was long and humiliating, but Jaina loved every moment of it. The use of her and her abject degradation were fueling her own pleasure. Still she was not allowed to cum. Two more times he would come in that day to fuck her. Once while she was on the beach and finally once more in the open area. Jaina would begin to look at the dungeon and wonder why he was not using it on her. Wonder why she was not being allowed to cum but she pushed it aside. On that third ending, she had been complimented and patted on the head once more but there was still a coldness about it.

Her seventh day and fourth day with him had her on her hands and knees twice while he fucked her from behind. The experience had been daunting at first. She was worried that the sheer girth of him would fall on her and cause her severe harm, but Rotta had displayed remarkable balance while fucking her with force from behind. Jaina was beginning to see past the pain and just see the pleasure of it. She would ask to cum once and only once during a session, and once refused she would stop, which seemed to give him immense pleasure and he would fuck her harder and rougher for a few moments. Jaina loved every moment of it. On that seventh day, he fucked her another two times as well while she mounted him upright like the first time. They fucked a total of four times and each time she would clean his cock from base to tip with her tongue and lips afterwards. Now without prompting she would simply start right away when she knew he was done. As much as she enjoyed it Jaina began to wonder if he was numbering the days by the number of times he would take her. She enjoyed it as much as he did but she was sure anything more than five or six a day would destroy her mind and not in the way he would want it.

Thankfully she was proven wrong the next day when he fucked her four times again. Once on her side, twice standing up and finally while she was on fours. Jaina was awash in pleasure each time and her body looked forward to it each time she saw him but still she looked at the dungeon and wondered why it was even there and in between the times with Rotta were seeming to be longer and longer as she found herself bored in her prison.

On the tenth day in his service and seventh day with him after he had finished fucking her from behind for the second time Jaina had started to lick his cock from the base to the tip when she felt a pang of sadness take over when she realized that he would soon be gone. When she was done she looked at him and he must have sensed she wished to say something.

“Speak, slave,” He commanded.

“It’s nothing…. Master, it’s just. I get so bored when you are gone," Jaina said with more timidness in her voice than she had ever experienced in her life. This shocked her but she continued to look at him.

“HOHOHOHOHO you wish for me to stay?”

“Yes, Master,” Jaina replied.

“I cannot play with you all day slave,” Rotta stated.

“I know but I can be used for other things,” Jaina desperately said.

“Such as?” Rotta asked, and there was a genuine curiousness from him in his question. Honestly, Jaina didn’t know what she could really do as he had droids for everything else and servants for stuff as well.

“I don’t know…. Anything….. I’ll….. feed you your food……” Jaina offered.

“…..I can clean for you Master……” Jaina continued.

“….. You can torture me in the dungeon, Master….. anything you wish, Master,” Jaina begged.

Rotta was silent for a moment while he looked at her. Jaina’s eyes were big and pleading. It was not something he was going to admit to her but it was exactly what he had been waiting for.

“Huhviwe tells me you are quite a sight on the Sybian,” Rotta stated. Jaina nodded and inwardly cringed. The thought of spending more time on that device was pure torture but she would do anything at that moment for him. Rotta motioned towards the dungeon and soon she had walked in and he had slithered in behind her. Jaina spotted the machine and with Rotta’s urging, she placed herself over it. Positioning her clit just over the little latex covered knob as Huhviwe had ordered her to do so before, Jaina tensed herself. Her clit was already on fire from the fucking she had just received, but she wanted some company and this was the price to be paid. The machine was turned on by Rotta’s nimble little fingers, and soon she was sweating and panting on the machine. Rotta was not too far away as he watched, constantly licking his lips with his enormous tongue. Jaina had been taught to keep her eyes forward and focused on something, and that something was Rotta. His eyes were much bigger than hers but she focused on them. Willing herself not to cum under the constant stimulation she could see in Rotta’s eyes he was aroused at the display. Jaina’s moans echoed through the dungeon while she kept her orgasm at bay.

“Do you wish to cum slave?” Rotta asked after about thirty minutes on the Sybian.

“Yes, Master,” Jaina responded quickly.

‘Agree to stay after your thirty days,” Rotta pushed.

“Be my slave for the rest of your life,” Rotta continued.

Jaina’s mind was in a place where she would have agreed to anything but that sent alarm bells off in her head and she managed to bring herself together. Though she was so close to cumming, she could not speak without worry of saying yes or moaning so loud she would shatter her eardrums. She could not surrender to be his permanently, she thought. Her mind was dueling with it while she stared into his eyes. His mouth full of saliva and his tongue moving about in great swooshes. His eyes were so large but she could make out his small hands moving towards her, grasping a breast in one hand and pulling himself closer to her. His other hand reached down to the contact between her clit and the knob of the Sybian. Just ever so slightly touching her clit with his fingers.

“All day, every day you will feel such pleasure," Rotta whispered. Jaina’s mind sang at the idea, but she could not, would not give in.

“I…..” Was all she managed to get out before she had to concentrate all of her power to keep herself from cumming. His fingers working delicately but with purpose. They tracing around her clit while the vibrations from the Sybian worked their magic. Jaina was in hell. She knew she could cum but she would be punished severely for it. Or she could give in and be his for all time, but she could not do that. She summoned every ounce of will she had and managed to fight her lust back just a little. Enough to finish her statement.

“I….. can’t,” she breathed out.

His fingers rapidly withdrew themselves and the Sybian was turned off. Jaina sagged in relief on the Sybian.

“Then you shall not cum” Rotta said, clearly angry with not having gotten the answer he wanted.

“Yes Master,” Jaina said between gasping for breaths.

Rotta moved towards the door and Jaina was immediately overcome with a need to redeem herself.

“Please don’t go, Master…. I can feed you if you desire," Jaina hated herself when she tried to be sultry. It never seemed to come off right and she knew it. Rotta though found the effort enduring and chuckled to himself. His anger faded a little.

“I will have some food delivered for both of us later, slave. You may serve me then,” Rotta announced. Jaina nodded her head and removed herself from the Sybian.

It was a couple of hours later when a couple of droids came in with two bowls for her and a massive banquet for him. When he arrived, he told her that she was not to eat until he was done. She had understood this and begun to feed him. The droids had brought in something that was almost like an aquarium, and he had instructed her to pinch the fish swimming around in there and serve it to him. It was disgusting work to be so close to him and watch him eat but Jaina was thankful for the company.

Later that night after dinner, Jaina and Rotta had fucked and she cleaned him up again. Now she laid in the cage, freshly showered but absolutely drained of energy that she thought to herself how close she had come to giving her life to him. Disgusted with herself and angry, Jaina fell asleep promising tomorrow would be different.

Rotta woke her up with a tap on the cage door. Jaina woke up and was still angry with herself from yesterday. She looked at the Hutt and she felt shame, pleasure and anger. Telling herself that today she was not just going to give in. She wasn’t going to make a fool of herself and beg for company or even pleasure.

“Morning slave,” Rotta said.

“Morning Master," Jaina replied automatically but there was something in her tone that Rotta knew he was going to have to deal with.

“Come out and suck my cock slave," he demanded.

“No,” Jaina said flatly.

Rotta had been expecting this and knew exactly what he wanted to do.

“If you do not come out and suck my cock slave, then I will be forced to punish you,” Rotta threatened.

“Do you worst. I am done with this. You’ve had your fun. Just let me go,” Jaina demanded.

“Your belongings are right there….” Rotta pointed towards the wardrobe.

“…. as we have established if you want to leave I will not be able to stop you” Rotta gestured for her to not only come out but to walk to her belongings and take her lightsaber up.

“No, you wouldn’t be able to stop me.” Jaina brought herself to her feet. Aware that she was as always naked except for the restraints and the piercings that he had done to her. She looked at herself and fondled the jewelry that had been added to her and sighed. She had agreed to this, but she hadn’t thought she would be feeling like this.

“You are not happy with yourself, slave,” Rotta started.

“You are feeling far more pleasure than you would have ever dreamed” He continued. Jaina let him speak, trying not to hear his words. Standing there, she absently played with the rings hanging from her nipples.

“You are ashamed of this. Ashamed not only because it is bringing you pleasure but also because it is at my hands” Rotta continued to talk. Jaina still tried her best not to hear him, but she couldn’t help but give a subtle nod to the statement.

“Ashamed that yesterday when I asked you to stay you almost said yes” Rotta continued to talk and Jaina was beginning to get even angrier at him for being so right.

“You should be ashamed,” Rotta said. That caught Jaina’s full attention.

“You should feel ashamed because you are denying what you are. You are my slave and you will be for the rest of your life. If you continue to act out, I will punish you. So come out now and suck my cock, slave or accept your punishment or leave. Those are your options, ” He finally finished.

Everything in her told her to summon her lightsaber to her and slash him across his chest. She sensed that the thought must have come to him as well because he seemed to tense for a moment as she tensed. With a heavy sigh, she knew she could not do that. Escape was still possible, but there was a larger part. A dominant part now that didn’t want to leave but it was at complete war with the other part of her that refused to let him win right now. She stood her ground and eyed him.

“I will not suck your cock…. Master,” Jaina replied.

Rotta waited for a minute to see if she would attempt to escape, but when she seemed to relax, he did so as well. Jaina sighed and placed her wrists together in front of her and knelt before him. Her head bowed, she simply looked at the ground while he came closer.

“Punish me…. Master,” She whispered.

“HOHOHOHOHO! You shall certainly be punished, slave,” Rotta held her proffered wrists in his tiny hands and raised her to her feet. He turned and exited the cage while dropping his grip. He motioned for her to follow. He led her to the dungeon.

Being strapped to a cross was a new feeling for Jaina. Being strapped in willingly by a Hutt’s small hands was another feeling entirely. His fingers were nimble and he was even able to get down and strap her ankles in. He had her with her back laid bare on the cross. All Jaina could see was the wall behind the cross. Her back was open to the rest of the room and to Rotta’s desires. Not being able to see or sense what he was doing was adding a form of anxiety to the situation that was upsetting her. Telling herself that she needed to breathe and calm down, Jaina didn’t expect the first rasps of pain coming down from the top of her back. Rasps though was perhaps not the right way to put it. Her scream when it hit was more like she had been hit by a Vong amphistaff. It wasn’t as piercing, but just as painful as Jaina had experienced more than enough of those hits during the war.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” Jaina screamed again as whatever it was hit her again just in between her shoulder blades. Sure that she wasn’t bleeding, that was the only saving grace. The pain was unimaginable. She tried to curl her head around to have a look but the only thing she could see was the giant tail from the Hutt and little movement before she felt another spark of pain. This time midway down her back and on her spine.

“What…. What are you using?” Jaina managed to say. Her answer was in the form of another sharp crack before she felt pain blossom once more on her back, this time just above her ass cheeks. Jaina screamed in pain again and had to use a Jedi technique to help herself. Trying her best to concentrate on relieving the pain, she did not notice that Rotta had appeared next to her. He seemed to be brandishing something in his hands. He held it high. It was something long and black with a large handle at the end that almost resembled the grip on her lightsaber. Jaina watched as he used his other hand and began to coil it around and around. Jaina knew what it was then. It was a whip. Large and leather but most painful and telling was at the end there was a slight knot that was more than likely causing her all the pain.

“That is barbaric” Jaina commented. She saw the smile on the Hutt’s face grow wider.

“Let's see what you think after we are done here, slave,” Rotta warned.

Jaina was immediately reminded of what she had felt from the flogger on the ship with Huhviwe. She tried to remember what it was and how she got into that space. Earlier she was so upset with herself and with Rotta that she hadn’t even thought about it.

Rotta left her side and she swore she could almost hear the whip coming through the air now as it landed on her shoulders, then on the side of her back and then on her ass cheek. Over and over again, he hit her. Her ass, shoulders, back, even her exposed legs were all in play for him. He struck her with the whip time and time again. So often and so painfully, Jaina could not find in herself the mind space she was in onboard the ship. Giving up she tried to surrender to the pain but he would not let her. He would stop for minutes at a time and then whip her nonstop for far longer. Then he would assume a more relaxed state where he would whip her but not as often but this time focused on more vulnerable areas. Jaina sagged in her restraints. Eventually, she just took it all. Crying without shame, tears running down her cheeks, Jaina cried and cried. Rotta was merciless, however, and the whip continued to strike even after she was out of tears. The only visible signs she was still even awake were some sobs and the movement of her back as she breathed.

Continuing to sob, Jaina hadn’t even noticed when Rotta had stopped. His giant form was next to her on the cross while he looked her over.

“Will you disobey again?” Rotta asked.

Jaina didn’t have the strength or the will to disobey at the moment she vigorously shook her head no and tried to stop herself from sobbing. She felt a light touch of his hand on her back, just in between her shoulder blades. It moved down softly and without much more than a touch here and there. She felt it go down to her butt where he gripped her lightly and then moved away from her.

“Good slave. Now let us continue.” Rotta’s tone was severe and cold. Jaina’s mind screamed before she could, and only an instant before the first of the next thirty minutes’ worth of strikes landed on her back once more. The sobbing returned and Jaina, with strength she didn’t know she still had, thrashed and bucked in her restraints. Crying anew, she begged and pleaded for him to stop but Rotta was merciless. The whip landed time and time again and she knew she was bleeding now. She could feel it going down her back and her legs. When her teary eyes cleared enough, she could see little blotches beginning to drop off of her and land on the floor behind her.

Jaina slumped in her restraints, only held aloft by them. She had cried and begged and pleaded until she was out of breath and energy but she refused to slip into unconsciousness. She just stuck there on the cross, silently sobbing. By the time it was over, there was a good-sized pool of blood from her back on the ground. So much so that Jaina wondered if she felt lightheaded from the loss of blood or the pain or her crying. She wasn’t sure which one but it was probably a combination of the two. She hadn’t received another hit on her back in some time but she hadn’t heard from Rotta as well. She got the sense she had been left there in the dungeon. Silently sobbing and bleeding while he had gone off and forgotten about her. That was fine by her, she was content to just wither and die on the cross if that was what he wanted. Her own foolish pride had gotten her here, and she would not let it get in the way again.

Impossibly, she must have fallen asleep because she was jolted awake by the feeling of something being applied to her back. She was still restrained on the cross, and the mere hint of something touching her raw back sent shivers of intense pain through her body.

“I am sorry, slave, but you must bear it.” It was Rotta’s voice but there was a hint of concern in it that Jaina had never heard before.

“Rott…… Master?” Jaina corrected herself.

“Yes, stay still so I can get the bacta patches on you” Rotta demanded with a little of his forcefulness in his force but more tenderness than she would have ever expected from a Hutt.

“I am sorry….. I fear I may have overdone it” Rotta said again. The tenderness clearly there. Jaina didn’t know what to say except to begin to sob again.

“I am sorry for being a fool,” she managed to blubber out as her cries renewed.

Jaina could feel the bacta beginning to work. Rotta finished applying the last one that seemed to grip around her butt. He then took the restraints off. With nothing to support her on the frame of the cross, she nearly fell over with little strength to hold herself. Rotta grabbed her in his small hands and lowered her to the floor. Jaina was surprised as she turned around to see that there were two droids with him. One a protocol droid and another a modified astromech. The protocol droid seemed to be a medical service droid while the astromech was arrayed with all sorts of items that a paramedic would need.

Some strength returning Rotta allowed her to stand up. She felt every ache and tear on her back. There was a weird sensation though in her mind. A part of her knew she should despise him for what he had done to her, but another part of her wanted it. She knew he was trying to use compassion to win her over now, she knew better, but there was some sort of switch thrown in her. The pain that he had delivered to her while anger-inducing and the compassion afterwards were so transparent in intention that Jaina still loved it. Her arousal had not gone away. If anything, it had grown.

“Come, let me get you to an actual bacta tank,” Rotta suggested. The tenderness there but a lot of it was replaced with a command.

“No. I’ll be fine. I had worse during the war," Jaina brushed it away. Not really wanting to be in a bacta tank and not sure why. If she spent a couple of days in the tank that would be time served, but would she be fine by that? Despite herself as Jaina steadied herself against the very cross she had been restrained to earlier, she could not help but look down at his cock. Sheathed, it didn’t look very hard at the moment, but Jaina wanted it. However, she felt self-conscious with the droids nearby, and just pushed by them and left the dungeon.

Half stumbling, she found her way to the cage and tried to lie down. The bacta patches and the pain made that an interesting adventure. She managed to find a comfortable spot just as Rotta and the droids arrived at the entrance to her cage.

“You should be in a bacta tank” The medical service droid demanded. Jaina just waved him away and looked at Rotta. There was hate behind her eyes, she knew. She hated what had happened and ashamed at how easily she had forgiven him simply because she wanted to please him and maybe cum. Maybe now she had earned it. In her mind, she knew if she asked for it she would be allowed, but she didn’t want it that way. Not sure if Rotta sensed all of that but he did tell the droids to go. He slithered into the cage and looked down on her. Jaina kept her eyes up and looked at him, matching the same intensity that she had greeted him with.

“I am sorry but I will do it again, slave,” Rotta simply stated.

Jaina looked at him and nodded.

“I know” She replied.

“Good. I assume you have ways of healing yourself?” He asked.

“Yes, with the patches and a healing trance I should be fine after a good night’s sleep,” Jaina honestly told him.

“Good, then until the morning” Rotta turned and moved out of her cell and was soon out of her prison. Jaina sighed and found her center while getting comfortable in the pillows and entered a healing trance.

The next day Rotta was waiting for her when she came out of her trance. He remarked that he had been there a couple of hours and watched as he could see some of the wounds had closed as she slept. Jaina smiled and thanked him, remarking that the Jedi had learned to better their techniques during the war for obvious reasons. She had a flashback to that ill-fated mission over Mykr where her brother had died and where they had been captured on purpose and tortured for days before actually starting their mission. Rotta had let her memory play across her mind while he waited for her to regard him fully again.

“How may I serve you today?” She asked, not trying for her sultry voice today.

“How would you like to get out of here for a bit?” Rotta asked.

“I thought you didn’t want to show me off yet,” Jaina replied.

“That is right, but there are a couple of people on the Smuggler’s Moon who know you are here. One of them has a package that I would like to get from them. He was going to courier it down but as I watched you sleep, I thought perhaps you might enjoy it,” Rotta reasoned.

“But we can’t be seen together and I can be seen at all around this system,” Jaina argued.

“Yes, I will not be with you. Nor will you be with Huhviwe. He has other duties to attend to today. You will be allowed out unaccompanied, ” Rotta explained.

Jaina regarded him quizzically. She wasn’t sure what he was trying to do, but the issue remained that she could not be seen.

“I still can’t be seen and you must be worried I’ll take the ship I’ll need to get up to the moon and just leave,” Jaina remarked.

Rotta produced a device from somewhere, Jaina had no idea where from. He tossed it towards her and Jaina caught it. Immediately she recognized the device.

“A holo shroud?…. I would ask how you got one of these considering how the Alliance keeps these under lock and key, but I know better Master. Why not allow me to go up there in my cloak?” Jaina eyed the wardrobe in the distance that contained her lightsaber and cloak.

“HOHOHOHO you could but I have an order to make if you agree to it, which involves the shroud. As for you escaping, the loss of a ship would be easily replaced,” Rotta replied.

“What’s the order?” Jaina asked before adding, “Master.”

“The shroud as you know only lasts at best four hours. You will have to put it on when you arrive at the spaceport on Nar Shaarda so from there you have four hours. Underneath the shroud, it would please me greatly to know that you were just as you are now. Naked and in your restraints and piercings with a couple of extra flourishes.”

Jaina caught on quickly.

“You want me to walk around the moon nude? Relying on the shroud to hide me? Master,” Jaina asked, knowing the answer.

“I will add some things but yes,” Rotta confirmed.

Jaina balanced the device in the palm of her hand and looked at him.

“You know these things are notoriously unreliable, especially around holographic fields,” Jaina stated.

Rotta licked his lips and nodded.

“What happens if it does fail, Master?” Jaina asked, surprised she was really considering this exhibitionist task.

“People will see you, but your restraints mark you as mine. Nothing will happen. You will most likely either be allowed to continue on your way, be attacked by a rival or simply told to come back to me,” Rotta explained.

Jaina smiled and looked at him. It would be an interesting experience, and it would give her time to heal.

“So what do I need to pick up?” Jaina asked.

“The Jeweler has some items for me that you can pick up,” Rotta confirmed.

“I would need at least a datapad with instructions. I was hooded on the way there,” Jaina said.

“You will have one,” Rotta replied.

“I agree then” Jaina’s smile was wide. She rose to her full height and looked at the Hutt.

Rotta’s return smile was wide as he motioned for her to come with him. Jaina rose from the cage and followed him to her wardrobe. Rotta was so large he could not go inside the large closet, but he ordered her to open a drawer and in it, she discovered a selection of chains. Rotta had her connected her wrists with a three-foot chain and her ankles with a four-foot chain. It would give her a slight hobble but she seemed to be okay walking in it. Then he had her hand him a section of chain that he attached to her collar. He ran it down to her wrist and attached it to a padlock there and then ended the chain in the middle of the hobble chain. Jaina was now all chained up, and Rotta seemed to be very excited at the prospect. His cock was half unsheathed as he worked on her but Jaina kept her mouth silent. She hooked the shroud to her collar tentatively and found that it would stay there. Normally they were worn on the chest or belt, but she did not have that available at the moment.

“That should work,” Jaina stated.

“I think so,” Rotta confirmed.

“Turn it on” Rotta encouraged.

Jaina touched the button on the shroud and it came alive. The way shrouds worked was they projected an image of someone or something else over her and her actions so when she moved the holo shroud did. She could see right through it, but she could see that the shroud appeared to be a man of some sort. She walked over to the wardrobe mirror and found that she resembled any generic pilot on the moon, in a standard flight suit with some shredded clothing and some dirt on his face. Jaina would blend right in with the denizens on the Smuggler’s Moon. She turned it off, mindful of her power usage and looked at Rotta.

“I wasn’t sure what kind of holo you had programmed it with.”

“An adequate precaution, slave,” Rotta replied.

“Still have to get through your palace without being seen,” Jaina remarked.

“That will be no problem,” Rotta dismissed.

It turned out there really wasn’t a problem. Jaina was taken out of her cavern prison and back into what she had called his throne room without seeing anyone. Exiting from the throne room into the halls, she noted that the only things in the corridors were droids. Jaina walked in the nude, chained and pierced through the massive palace. She knew she should have been memorizing the way to the hanger bay but she didn’t see the need. Oddly, the very thought of her walking through these corridors undressed as she was was enough to keep her mind occupied.

Coming into the hangar bay she noted that too was empty except for four ships in dock. One she recognized as the one she had arrived in and three others. One was more like a cruiser than anything. Much larger than anything else and taking up a fair portion of the bay, it seemed to be Rotta’s personal craft. The size of a Nebulan B-frigate, Jaina was impressed it could even be docked in the bay. Her eyes though were drawn to a small little what they called in the services, a puddle jumper. A small one-person ship that people could do a couple of hyperspace jumps in comfort but for nothing longer than a day. There was no fresher and no kitchen in them. Just a cockpit and a small engine room. Rotta directed her to one and she climbed in through the side door, which was built only for humans.

“Does the Jeweler know I am coming?” Jaina asked before she closed the hatch.

“He knows I am sending someone. Not who it is,” Rotta replied.

“Am I to reveal myself to him?” Jaina asked. This seemed to be something Rotta had not considered, so he took his time to formulate his response.

“No, you will not,” Rotta finally declared. Jaina nodded and stretched out her limbs a little. The chains clinked a little and she tested just how far she could move her limbs.

“Yes Master,” Jaina smiled and was actually looking forward to this little adventure. She closed the hatch and set about making sure the little ship was ready to go. Inside the cockpit, she found a little datapad that she had forgotten about for directions. She looked out the window to see Rotta was already slithering away from the ship and out of the bay.

To Jaina, there was nothing more natural in the world than being behind the controls of a ship. Any ship it did not matter, Jaina could familiarize herself with any controls, and this was no different. These ships were quite common throughout the galaxy and though Jaina had never flown this particular design, she had flown classes above and below it. So it was no surprise to her or the watching Rotta from an observation gallery that she pulled it up and out of the bay with the skill and grace that showed just how good she was. The navicomputer had the coordinates locked on and she was blasting out of the atmosphere within minutes. The moon came into view and started to get larger quickly. There was a lot of traffic in and around the moon but she found this jumper had clearances that permitted her to make her own way in at her own time. She would have expected nothing else from Rotta. The computer was directing her back to the same spaceport she had landed at before. Even flying nude and in chains didn’t really seem to bother her. It felt like home in a cockpit no matter what she was wearing.

Settling down in the docking bay, Jaina made sure to attach the shroud generator to herself and then removed the datapad from the cockpit. She turned on the shroud and saw her image change in the reflection of the jumper’s windows. Jaina moved out of the ship and for the first time in her life, she was walking, nude and chained in a public space. Around her immediately, Jaina noticed a few mechanics and pilots. Instinctively she went to cover herself, but they made no move or mention of her as she moved by. Her posture was tight and anxious as she moved out of the spaceport proper. Gaining confidence with every step though, she was soon in the main lobby area of the spaceport where there were hundreds of people and species and no one said a single word. However, her chains still clinked and clacked as she walked, and Jaina cringed wondering if someone would see through it all. Thankfully, while there were hundreds of people in the lobby there was ample space, so Jaina took a route around most of them to avoid any clashes and bumps and was soon out and onto the street. The datapad flashed a screen with a route and Jaina set about following it.

It was an experience Jaina couldn’t even describe in her own mind. There was a paranoia about being found or the shroud failing or just any sort of circumstance that would lead to her being discovered. Discovered as she was, with what she was or was really not wearing, also added to that. Her arousal though at being out in the streets nude with no one knowing added a layer of arousal to her that Jaina wasn’t even sure existed. There was something freeing even as she moved through the streets chained. The two things should have been opposites, but for some reason, in her mind, there was extreme freedom in her nudity and chains. Always careful to avoid contact with any as the shroud might give way, Jaina mainly stuck to paths that she could easily navigate. The one thing she hadn’t countered on at all was how cold she was. The Smuggler’s Moon was not a warm place at the best of times but with her cloaks and flight suit before Jaina had been fine. Now as she walked around the moon with no coverings, she was deeply cold. Her pierced nipples stood at attention and the steel from the restraints were ice cold. Jaina knew she had four hours worth of holo shroud but didn’t want to cut it that close. The datapad was showing a walk of about fifteen to the Jewelers, but she was cold and thought she could spend some time elsewhere for a few minutes to just warm up. She noted that Girofi’s establishment was pretty close, and she knew she could slip in there and hide in the crowd and get warm for a bit. Altering her direction a tad, she moved towards the bar she had originally come to on this moon.

The loud music led her straight to the place and though Jaina could sense there were fewer people in the bar than before, there was still a large contingent. Walking through the door into the small alcove, she walked easily in without having to pass anyone. She took a look around and the bar was full as was the sports betting area, but down by where the dancers were there was a good space for her to go and just warm up. She noted that Girofi was nowhere to be seen at the moment. Taking care not to bump into anyone, Jaina made her way there. Grateful she could feel herself warming as she walked. It was only when she sat that she realized that she didn’t have any credits on her to pay for anything, and they would most likely ask her to leave. Another thing she hadn’t thought about was the furnishings in the bar while not dirty or rundown neither were they clean and new. If she was going to sit, she was going to be placing her nude behind on the chairs of the place. A mental shrug told her she could do nothing about either. She decided that she would sit and ask for some water and pretend she was looking for someone. At first, she eyed a small table with a couple of chairs that was about twenty feet back from a stage where a human in red see-through lingerie was dancing. One chair facing towards the dancer and the other not. She was going to sit at the one not facing her but she realized that would draw attention. A single man in that area not bothering to at least look. So she sat facing towards the dancer. A blonde in red clothing that split in strategic places to make sure that her pussy and nipples were clearly visible. Jaina wanted to be disgusted but the girl danced with a smile and her gyrations were calm and collected like any skilled dancer Jaina had ever seen. Jaina saw a waitress coming over and had her story framed in her mind so that she could just stay in there for a couple of minutes. The waitress was a brunette dressed in a white baby doll that covered all of her intimate bits but left very little else to the imagination.

“What can I get for you, Sir?” She asked.

Jaina was dimly aware that she hadn’t even guessed or checked if there was a voice modulation on the shroud so that the man she was being seen as didn’t have a woman's voice. She was in it now though and just inwardly sighed, trusting that Rotta wouldn’t have missed it.

“Some water please for now. I am just here looking for my friend Wallan. Have you seen him? Smaller guy with thinning hair and yellow teeth.” Jaina was surprised to find that her voice indeed was modulated into that of a guy. It was disconcerting but rather fun. She tried not to move though as she talked because the waitress was so close she would certainly hear her chains rattle.

“No, sorry hun.” The waitress's face twitched a little when she realized she wasn’t going to get a tip from Jaina.

“Oh, that’s alright he’s probably halfway to Ord Mantell by now just thought I’d have a look in,” Jaina’s new manly voice replied.

“I’ll get you that drink then.” The waitress moved to turn around and Jaina nodded her head. Satisfied that would buy her a few minutes to warm up. Watching the patrons of the club walk around and drink Jaina was a little disappointed not to see Girofi. She wasn’t sure what she would have done if he was there, but she was sure she would have gotten immense pleasure just walking by him in her current state without him realizing. There was a good portion of her that really just wanted to reach down and start playing with herself while she sat there. It wasn’t the beautiful woman on stage that was fueling her desire, it was the lewdness of her act. Jaina was aware of what it was preparing her for, what it was conditioning her for. It was to get her ready to be viewed in front of people. To be Rotta’s displayed slave, his trophy, so to speak. It was an interesting way to train her she had to admit, and even more begrudgingly she also had to admit that it was working. She loved every moment of this. As she thought when she was outside walking there was a freedom in her nudity and chains. It was as if all responsibilities had been taken from her and all she had to do was be aroused and serve. It was so freeing. The waitress returned with a small glass of water and placed it on the small table before her and went on her way with no more chatter. Jaina took the glass in her hand and marveled at how the shroud warped itself to maintain the illusion. Holding it in her restrained hands the glass of water looked crystal clear, suddenly thirsty Jaina downed it in one go. Pleased that she was adequately warm she looked at the datapad and saw that she still had a good ten minutes to walk to get to the Jeweler. Giving a nod to the waitress as she walked out, Jaina was glad for the experience.

The rest of the walk to the Jeweler Jaina felt a renewed confidence in her ability to travel within the shroud. Walking into the Jeweler’s shop, Jaina knew exactly what to expect. He saw the Jeweler himself at the counter, seemingly engaged in an argument with his astromech droid.

“I told you, you continue to do this and I’ll have you wiped,” the Jeweler threatened. The droid answered in its beeping language. Jaina was all too aware the longer you are with a droid you form your own language and with astromechs it’s even more personal to some. They become like loyal pets, but much smarter and versatile. Jaina smiled and walked towards the man.

“I come from Rotta,” she announced, still put off by the manly voice emanating from the shroud. The man eyed her and finally nodded. He reached behind the counter and picked up a box. About two feet by two feet and about three feet deep, the box was brown with a large black stripe that ran down the center. There were hinges on the back and a small lock at the front that needed an actual key. That seemed funny to her as she took it in hand. No one used keys anymore as they were so easy to break into but she assumed Rotta had his reasons. It seemed to be made of wood and didn’t weigh much more than what she would expect a box of wood this size to weigh.

“There it is….. Rotta sent me a holo of you and told me you were coming,” the Jeweler seemed to want to get back to his conversation with his droid.

“Thank you. Don’t suppose you could spare a credit or two. I left mine in my ship and Rotta asked me to pick up some supplies,” Jaina ventured, all of a sudden thinking perhaps she could spend some more time up on the moon.

The man shrugged and reached into the counter and pulled out a surprisingly large satchel full of credits. He took some in a small bag and tossed it to her. Jaina balanced the box on one forearm and caught it in her other hand.

“I’ll put it on his bill,” The Jeweler said with a tone that suggested Rotta might be displeased. Jaina inwardly smiled and wondered if she should just tell him that he’d probably think it funny.

“That’s good. Be sure to tell him it was me,” Jaina’s manly voice responded.

“Your funeral” The Jeweler replied.

Jaina smiled inwardly and turned on her heels. Mindful of the chains rattling and giving her away, she cringed a little as they clanked together. The Jeweler though, in his typical apathetic mood didn’t hear or didn’t care as he turned back to chatting with his astromech. She was back out on the street with some credits in her hand and an idea in her head. The walk back to Girofi’s bar was considerably shorter this time because she knew exactly where she was going. Also, she was growing more and more confident with the shroud, no longer sticking to the sides of the sidewalks and walkways but making her way through the crowd. It was a surreal experience walking through the streets nude and chained but that kind of drifting back to the back of her head. Now the foremost thought on her mind was having a bit of fun, experiencing a bit of freedom and generally just enjoying herself.

The bar was a little more crowded than before but she was able to get into the back where the dancers were with little difficulty and once more there was barely anyone there. Maybe a couple more gawkers in the front row having a look. There was a beautiful redhead on the stage at the moment whose curly hair ran down to the middle of her back. Green eyes sparkled in the lights and glittered off the dance floor. She wore essentially nothing but a very tight looking g string that went through her pussy lips, highlighting a slight damp spot that glistened as well in the lights. The only other thing she wore was a white pair of long opera gloves that stretched up to her elbows. She was currently in the process of biting on the tips of the fingers, to remove it one by one. Jaina could spy on the dance floor behind the woman that there were the remains of more clothes. Normally the overt display would have made her blush or even sneer at outright but now with her eyes open to all the debauchery of Rotta, she found the woman sexy and sensual. In the loud establishment, Jaina did not have to worry about her chains being heard, so she put that right out of her mind as the same waitress approached back. She had a slight look of contempt on her face.

“Couldn’t find your friend?” She asked almost good enough to mask her annoyance at Jaina having returned.

“Nah, he’s gone but figured I’d come back for a caf and something to eat,” Jaina replied with the voice modulation changing her voice again. The waitress’s body language immediately perked up knowing that with an actual order a tip would be forthcoming.

“Certainly,” The waitress said cheerfully and marked down a caf in her datapad that she hung from her waist and walked away only to return with a menu. Jaina thanked her for the menu and relaxed as she went through it. Nodding her head in thanks when the waitress returned a few moments later with the caf Jaina asked for a little more time to go through the menu. She was transfixed by the redhead on stage. The opera gloves were now gone, added to the pile of clothes behind her on the stage Jaina watched as she traced a finger along her g string and lingered just a fraction longer over her clit. The men in the front rows were leaning forward and there was a real sense of excitement from them. Jaina had to admit her pulse had quickened and she was made all too aware once more of her constant state of arousal now. Taking a peek around she wondered if anyone would notice her own fingers going down to her pussy. She was sure behind the shroud it would look as if her hands were moving to her non-existent cock and perhaps doing a bit of readjusting which was a common thing among the patrons here.

Her finger lightly traced her pussy lips to her clit, a shudder running through her as her mind realized that she was nude, chained and playing with herself in public. It was something Rotta no doubt would have her do if she stayed with him. The sensation of being so naughty and lewd in a public place was enough that Jaina had to quiet her breathing and remove her hand. She was frightened she may cum without permission. But how would he know, she thought. He may have guessed she would take a detour and may come here because she was familiar with it, but would he have people watching her?. It was a distinct possibility, she had to admit to herself. Besides, her mind told her her orgasms didn’t belong to her anymore. The little battle played out in her mind while she relaxed and chose something to eat. She was content now to just watch and enjoy without cumming. Her orgasms anywhere in the galaxy belonged to him and she did not question that thought in her mind.

Lost in her mind, Jaina didn’t notice the waitress approaching until she was right by the table. She dropped the order of food she had gotten and left with a smile, promising to return with the bill. It was then as she watched the waitress move away that she spotted Girofi working behind the bar. He must have slipped in when she wasn’t paying attention. His eyes were focused on his work but when Jaina looked over, he seemed to notice someone was watching. He looked towards her and though he didn’t seem to do anything, Jaina felt like some sort of bulb had light up for him. It wasn’t long before he was coming over, shaking hands and saying hello to his patrons. As he walked over, Jaina felt her pulse rise. There was no way he recognized her and she still had a couple of hours left on the power of the holo shroud. He smiled as he approached and without word or reservation, he took the chair opposite her and sat with a smile on his face.

“Hello Jaina," He looked her up and down, seemingly looking through the shroud. Jaina didn’t respond. She simply took a sip of her caf and a bite of her food.

“Come on now, who do you think got and programmed that shroud for Rotta?” Girofi said exasperated.

Jaina still opted not to respond. More to do with not knowing how to respond. She was under orders not to reveal herself, and she was choosing to obey that to the letter at the moment, though she might be forced to abandon that.

“You know, know a response is a response and I am pretty sure I can rig my datapad here…..” He pulled out a pad from his belt.

“….. I can rig it to disrupt the shroud,” he warned.

“What do you want, Girofi?” Jaina decided she needed a different tactic to avoid him.

“I wanted to confirm my suspicions… so thank you. Also if you are running away, I have a duty to report to Rotta,” Girofi warned. His eyes flashing.

“I’m not running away……” Jaina picked up the box she had picked up from the Jeweler that she had placed at her feet and showed it to him.

“…. I am running an errand for him,” she corrected.

“I could verify that you know,” Girofi pressed.

Jaina looked at him and nodded.

“Call him,” Jaina confirmed.

The bartender looked her over and though she was still covered by the shroud Jaina felt as naked as she had ever felt, which probably had something to do with the fact that she was naked except for her restraints and piercings.

“Nah….. I know you won’t break your word. I’m just surprised you’re running errands for him. I would have figured he’d have you doing other things,” His smile was lecherous and full of knowing.

“Those things…… are my main duty” Jaina admitted and felt a rush of blood to her face. A blush formed at just the thought of admitting that she was being used like a toy. Not even a toy really, but something more like a sex puppet. It was a sobering thought and yet that sobriety did not extend to the arousal in her body that seemed to spark even more with the admission.

“Which gets me thinking just what are you wearing underneath that shroud?” Girofi asked. Jaina blushed once more and knew that her admission was going to cause her arousal to peek again.

“Not much of anything” Jaina confirmed and felt that arousal grow in her mind again. The walls she had built to avoid cumming more than capable of holding it back, but with each new humiliation and admission that she was experiencing it was almost like it was different aspects of her arousal and her mind that were pushing her closer to climax.

“Yes, that much I would have hoped for and thought so. Since I cannot see you, tell me, what are you wearing?” Girofi leaned in over the table as if she was about to tell him the secret of the universe. His smile was wide and his posture eager. Jaina inwardly sighed and knew to expect her arousal to pique again. Oddly, she was looking forward to it.

“Nothing except my ankle and wrist restraints and my collar all connected by chains and also I am pierced in my ears, nose, nipples and pussy lips,” Jaina’s voice trailed off as she said it but he heard everything and his smile became a grin the size of Rotta’s face.

“Thank you for telling me. Your drink and meal are on me, slave,” Girofi pushed back from the table and stood up.

“Will you stay beyond the thirty days you agreed to?” He asked while he adjusted his shirt and pants. Ironing out any wrinkles he had caused from sitting.

She pondered the question as thoughtfully as she had been thinking about it in the back of her mind since she had begun this whole affair.

“Maybe,” Jaina admitted and felt a surge of arousal flood through her. The honesty causing the arousal was bliss in her mind and Jaina opened her mouth to elaborate.

Girofi looked at her through the shroud once more. His posture became more serious but his grin remained on his face.

“Be honest with yourself.”

“I honestly think…….” Jaina stopped and tried to frame her mind and thoughts.

“I honestly think…… I honestly think….. I don’t know,” Jaina finally said. The words were just not coming to her. The thoughts could not find purchase within her mind yet. Her body sagged inside the shroud and she felt an enormous weight on her. Something was pulling in her mind. She knew what it was but refused to admit to the struggle.

Girofi chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

“Be honest with yourself and don’t care about anyone and anything else. You’ll make the right choice for yourself. In the meantime, I would head back to whatever ship brought you here and get back down to the planet. It’s about to get real busy in here and there might be some people coming in who can see in different spectrums….. you understand?” Girofi warned with real sincerity. Thinking about it, Jaina had not even thought about that. How many Gands, Given, and other species had been out on the street that could see past the shroud, see into different spectrums. They wouldn’t be able to identify her… mostly…. she hoped and thought, but suddenly she felt very naked and wondered just how many had seen her walking around the streets nude and chained. A shudder rolled through her but it came with arousal and not shame.

“Oh, my….. you are right….. how many have seen me?” Jaina wondered aloud. Girofi chuckled and squatted down next to her.

“Don’t worry any of those would not be able to identify you because the spectrum they would use to see through the shroud would not generate anything then a form and heat signature after pausing through the shroud….. probably,” Girofi tried to tell her. Jaina knew this to be true, but she was thinking about people seeing her just walking nude and chained and she felt such shame. Not at people seeing her but at the fact that she was so horny and aroused at the thought of it.

Mind in a fog, Jaina left the bar and looked about as if she was smuggling something. In a way, she was smuggling herself back to the ship. Walking was now much more exciting and she told herself that she could do it. Every little glance her way Jaina felt like she was being stared at but there was a thrill. By the time she reached the packed lobby of the spaceport, Jaina had a little more confidence again and didn’t mind so much that there might be people out there that could see through. If Girofi was right then they wouldn’t be able to see more than her form which was no different from wearing a flight suit she told herself. The lobby was navigated with Jaina only getting a few glances her way. Soon she was back in the jumper and turned off the shroud. With it off, she took a look at it and noticed she had about an hour’s worth of power left.

“Not bad…….” Jaina remarked to herself while she readied the jumper for launch. Thankfully, with it being registered to Rotta there was no objection when she decided to take off regardless of clearance or such. Once she had reached the upper atmosphere and she was out of collision range with any other ship Jaina looked back at the box she had been given and wondered again what was in it.

Arriving back at Rotta’s mansion on the directions from the navicomputer Jaina wondered if she should have gone for a bit of a joy ride but there was a sense of duty that she had to uphold. There was also always the chance that she might be given permission to cum the sooner she arrived. When she touched down in the bay, it was empty again. Jaina wondered if perhaps there were only Rotta and the droids in the palace. She noted that as she walked towards the bay doors to walk into the palace proper when it opened before her to Rotta. His smile was wide and came slithering towards her. Jaina held the box in her hands, braced against her hip. The chains clanking and clattering on the cold floor of the bay.

“Welcome back, slave," Rotta greeted her.

“Thank you, Master….” Jaina looked into his giant eyes and nodded.

“….. here is your package." Jaina handed it to him. He took it in his small hands and placed it on an astromech that had followed him into the bay without Jaina seeing. His hands reached down and grabbed the chain that hung from her collar and connected to her wrist chain and pulled her closer to him.

“You took a detour,” he said simply. There was nothing accusing in it or even anger. It was just a statement.

“Yes, Master,” Jaina admitted, aware that Girofi must have contacted him.

“HOHOHOHO I expected as much and half expected you to just leave, so a detour into a bar is perfectly fine. I also saw the bill from the Jeweler was higher than expected and he said that my man needed some pocket cash.” Rotta said with a smile on his lips and half a chuckle.

“Yes Master….. I didn’t know how to pay for some food or a drink at Girofi’s,” Jaina answered truthfully again. Almost feeling like a little kid who was being told off for not informing her parents where she had been.

“All is forgiven, slave, but next time when you are ordered to go somewhere. Take no detours unless I have given you permission. Understood?” Rotta asked, the last bit more serious in tone.

Jaina nodded soberly. “Yes, Master,” she responded.

Rotta placed his small hand on her shoulder and applied pressure to get her to start walking. She took up a position of walking next to him and they walked out of the bay and soon Jaina once more was led through the palace without seeing anyone but droids. She was back in her prison grotto within minutes of being back on the planet.

“Before I leave you, I wanted to have some fun today,” Rotta smiled. Slithering over towards the center of the room where there was nothing. Jaina was still in a good mood from flying and the thoughts of the whipping had been replaced by her exhibitionism today. She nodded to let him know that she was okay with anything. He led her into the centre of her prison and told her to wait there. He went into the dungeon and returned with a small holoprojector.

“I know Huhviwe taught you some basic slave positions. I want you to learn a couple more," Rotta said. Jaina shrugged her shoulders and agreed. The positions before had been relatively painless and the humiliating nature of being told to pose like a toy was something that appealed to her.

“I want you to emulate the positions on the holoprojector. I will correct as needed,” Rotta commanded. Jaina looked at the small projector and watched as an image took the shape of a nude brunette on her knees with her legs spread. Her feet touched behind her. Her back was straight and her hands were behind her head with her elbows out like the first position she had learned. Getting down to her knees, Jaina got herself into position. She noted that her pussy was on display, as well as her nipples and breasts. Her piercings, in the simulated daylight of the prison, seemed to shine a little more in this position. Rotta slithered about her prompting her to raise her elbows a little more which caused her face to rise a little and Jaina was forced to look ahead.

“Good slave. This is called Collar Me. I want you to remember this one well because it is my absolute favourite,” Rotta chuckled. A small hand reached out and snaked its way to a pierced nipple. He pinched it for half a second. Jaina groaned and moaned in pleasure. She was leaning into his touch more and more every time he did it. Jaina knew it was a bad sign but she had begun to stop caring about that. She just wanted to cum and please him. With her body exposed and her on her knees like that she really couldn’t imagine anything more submissive, which she was sure that was why he enjoyed it.

The holo changed. The brunette was still on her knees but her hands were in front of her body. Her wrists were crossed and on a level with her knees. The position had her back arched, pushing her breasts up against her arms as they came down to cross her wrists. This state really showcased the woman’s good-sized cleavage. There was an amusing thought in the back of her head that she would have better. Laughing to herself inwardly Jaina took up the position, happy when she did momentarily look down her cleavage was obviously on display. Rotta slithered about her again. Jaina faced forward, looking at the holo. Rotta seemed pleased but he tapped on her shoulder and she was forced to look up at the Hutt.

“Mouth slightly open, slave," Rotta pointed to the holo and sure enough the woman’s mouth was slightly open. Jaina nodded and opened her mouth as well.

“Good…. Very well done slave. This is called Ready to Please. I am sure you can see and imagine why” Rotta chuckled and Jaina found herself half chuckling as well. The sheer audacity of the position was such that it could only be used in some sort of submissive relationship. She supposed the others were like that too, but this one was more like an inviting pose. Beckoning from the slave to be used while the others she had learned so far seemed to be more about display and control.

Once more the holo changed and the brunette was still on her knees. This time her knees were still spread at the same angles, but her face was looking down and her hands were on her thighs, palms up. Jaina looked at the pose for a moment longer. Not because she needed to, but because of the thoughts it conjured in her mind. On the outside, the position was no different from the others, but with the face looking down and the ornamental position of her hands, it made her think there was more to it than just a position. There was an acceptance about it. An acceptance that whoever assumed that position for their Master was fully aware that her body did not belong to her and that she would do anything for them. Jaina was dumbfounded that she read that much into it. She stared for a little longer until a touch on her shoulder from Rotta to see if she was okay knocked her out of her mind.

“Are you okay, slave?” Rotta asked with clear sincerity and concern.

“Yes, Master….. The position just kind of…. spoke to me I guess,” Jaina was confused and embarrassed to say. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was embarrassed but she was and admitting it in such an easy and matter-of-fact way was adding to it. In her mind, she knew again that she was beginning to relate to Rotta on a more personal level, which was allowing her to be more open. She knew that this was what he wanted and she knew that it would make it harder for her to leave, but as she admitted to Girofi, she wasn’t even sure if she was going to already.

“Spoke to you?” Rotta asked, clearly intrigued enough to let her ponder and wait to assume the position.

“Yes….. not sure how to describe it, Master. It’s like it just seems more than the others?” Jaina wasn’t sure it was a question, but it certainly came out as one.

“HOHOHOHOHO, this position is known as Nadu. The name is unimportant but what is important is that this is the position that a slave greets her Master in when otherwise not told. It is also the position in which a slave will rest until given the rest sign. I think it is remarkable that it speaks to you. Assume it and let us see if you can properly perform” Rotta commanded. Jaina nodded her head, and from her current position, all she had to do was lean back. She uncrossed her hands in front of her and rested them on her thighs, palms up before looking down. She straightened her back and listened and watched out of the corner of her eye as Rotta slithered around her. In this position with her eyes downcast, Jaina felt vulnerable and completely exposed. Rotta came to rest in front of her and was silent for a minute before he spoke.

“Wonderful, how does it feel, slave?” He asked.

“It feels…… vulnerable and…… there’s something else….. I just don’t know what it is, Master,” Jaina explained.

“Are you hot, my slave?” Rotta asked. Jaina thought the question was hilarious in her mind. She had been in a perpetual state of arousal since she had agreed to this deal. So of course she was hot, but there was something else in that question. Rotta of course knew she was hot but was that feeling something different. Was there something new about it? Jaina thought about it for a few moments and then realized it was. She was hot and it was a new type of arousal. It was an acceptance, an acceptance of being displayed and controlled. More so than ever before It was almost like her previous experiences and feelings had been leading her to this. Leading her to this higher state of acceptance and subservience.

“Yes,” she admitted.

Rotta hummed for the first time that Jaina could remember and took his time again before speaking.

“Stay like that,” he declared and moved away from her again. She could not see him but knew from the direction he departed towards he was going to the dungeon. Jaina stayed in position, wondering what was about to happen. Her arousal grew again. The walls in her mind were keeping them at bay but she was becoming more and more frustrated not only as the days went on but as the hours went on. All she wanted to do was cum and she was pretty sure she would do anything just for it. Knowing what he would ask for it, Jaina was inching ever closer to his desired answer.

He returned but with her eyes staring at the floor she could not see what he was doing. Jaina could only make out the blob of his giant self. She saw something long with a larger white head descend before her eyes. Rotta was holding it and bringing it down to her exposed crotch. With it now directly in her eye line, Jaina could see it was a large vibrator that he placed the head of right on her clit. Jaina had never used this particular item but she knew what it could do. Rotta’s small hands and fingers played with the switch on the long cylinder of it. It came alive directly on her clit.

“OHHHHHH!!!!!!” Jaina moaned, instantly aware that she was going to have a problem. This vibrator was directly stimulating her clit even worse than the Sybian. Rotta had it angled perfectly on her. She was in a very quick instant squirming, trying to stop herself from cumming.

“MMMMMMMM!!!!” Jaina’s moans grew much louder and more constant. Rotta smiled, noticing that even though she was now in a position where she was squirming and looking to get away from the vibrator she was not doing anything to do that. She was obeying and staying in position until told to move.

“PLEASE CAN I CUM!!?” Jaina screamed, trying desperately to not disobey but knowing that she would at any moment.

Rotta chuckled and angled the vibe just a little further into her, forcing Jaina to press herself against it. Her moans were delicious to him and he wanted her to break.

“You know what I want,” he replied. Jaina’s face came up then with a look of desperation on it. Her eyes blinking back tears.

“PLEASE…. I CAN’T…..” Jaina pleaded. It was useless though, she knew he would not give her permission. After all these days of holding herself back and not cumming. Being used and abused for his pleasure, all she wanted was to cum. Was one cum worth the rest of her life? It was a thought that was spinning around in her mind when the vibe impossibly turned up a level. The vibrations increased on her clit, causing her to scream, both in pleasure and in turmoil. Her face was still locked on his. Her neck craned upwards to view him. His lips were slick with saliva as his tongue moved across it. There was a twinkle in his eyes while he worked on her that Jaina had never seen. It was the twinkle of a Hutt who was absolutely enjoying himself.

He pushed the vibe in further. Bracing his weight and hers on it so that she was almost engulfed by it. Her breathing became more and more labored while she fought the orgasm. Her eyes pleaded one more time with him but there was a determination in him. Her body started to jump and squirm more but never really moving.

“PLEASE” She pleaded.

“You know what to say,” Rotta said immediately, licking his lips and thinking to himself that he could watch this all day.

Jaina hung her head, looking down at the floor once more but her squirming and moaning did not stop. Tears came out of her eyes. She fought the approaching orgasm with everything she had. She knew if she came she would be punished, and after yesterday she did not want to be punished anymore. She just wanted to please him and finally cum.

“I can’t” She all but whispered. Especially over her moaning and the humming of the vibrator.

“Why? Because you are Jaina Solo, Jedi Knight, Colonel in the armed forces?” Rotta wasn’t teasing anymore. He was trying to help her to where he wanted her to be.

Jaina’s head was still downcast. Her body tensed over the vibe as she tried in vain to prevent her orgasm from coming. Her nod though could be seen and Rotta knew it.

“I can come anytime you want. I’ll serve you in any way as your toy, your sex slave, your trophy, but I can’t just disappear and then…. Reappear as your slave,” Jaina managed to get out. Still in barely a whisper, but Rota heard it. They both knew she was negotiating. Trying her best to keep her mind.

Rotta pushed the vibe in more and Jaina wriggled, trying again to get some distance without moving. The increased pressure making sure she was only moments away from cumming. Tears streamed down her face as she looked up at him and pleaded with her eyes once more. He pushed the vibe in a tad more causing her more agony in pleasure. They both knew she was close. Then when her lips tightened and refused to budge, Rotta knew he could push no further. He removed the vibrator from her clit and pulled it up towards him. It was coated in her juices. He took a delight licking them away from it with the tip of his tongue. Jaina collapsed on the ground. Struggling for breath but she was thankful she had not cum.

“You are my slave, Jaina Solo. You will recognize that before you cum,” Rotta announced and though Jaina was in a half daze trying to collect herself from the floor, she nodded. She knew that what he said was true. She had been moments away from agreeing to it.

She couldn’t help but nod. Her body was calming down and her mind was less afflicted, but she knew what he said was true. The conditioning over the past few days had been effective and thorough. Once more she had taken to it naturally. She knew that and though she tried to deny it in her mind, she knew that denial was now the reason she was being denied an orgasm.

“I know Master,” Jaina replied. She got back up onto her knees and assumed the Nadu pose once more. Her eyes downcast at the floor, she was amused to see that her thighs were coated in her now drying juices, along with a few spots on the floor below her.

“Then accept my offer and be mine for the rest of your life," Rotta continued. Jaina’s head turned slightly away from him but kept it bowed. The thoughts were going through her mind again. She knew it was almost inevitable now. The only hope she had was to last the full thirty days and then crawl home with some sort of dignity. She shook her head sadly and waited for him to talk.

“Disappointing, but not altogether unexpected. You still have plenty of time with me. You will submit fully and I will lead you out in front of my people as my slave.” Rotta turned from her and grabbed the holoprojector in his free hand. He told her to look up and handed her the two items and told her to put them back and then he was done with her for the day.

Jaina woke in her plush cage with a soreness through her body. A soreness born of a need to cum. Her body was on edge and she was desperate from the moment she woke up. Even in her dreams now she could not escape. She had not had wet dreams since she was a teenager, but now Jaina was dreaming of being enslaved and used by Rotta. It was always Rotta but Jaina had to persevere. Stretching out on the blankets Jaina thought of just how much time she had to run down now to escape from the dungeon. By her count, she was on day eleven. Not even halfway and she was already on the verge of giving him all he wanted. The last time she had resolved to fight back she had been severely and harshly punished to the point where she did not want to do that again. In her mind, she figured the best thing was to keep him happy but she knew that was a slippery slope because what would make him happy was her eternal servitude.

The cage was never locked but she looked at the bars that surrounded her and wondered if this was going to be the rest of her life. Her clit tingled in response and she inwardly told it to shut up. Standing up and continuing to stretch, Jaina wondered how long it would be until Rotta arrived. She exited the cage and went towards her bathroom. Lumbering into the shower, she loved the hot water washing her down. The dried juices from yesterday’s actions were scrubbed away and her long hair was brushed out and shampooed. Rarely did Jaina ever pamper herself like this but since being in the Hutt’s care she had started to take immense pleasure in doing so now. The shower was stocked full of shampoos, washes and all sorts of things that Jaina knew to be expensive, and when she tried each one she found she liked most of them. She had never been a girly girl, even from as a youngster, always preferring to be knee-deep in engine oil and grease than anything else, but now she found it thrilling to pamper herself. No idea how long she took in there, she was disappointed when she emerged and she was all alone.

Not much to do in her prison, Jaina realized she hadn’t done any exercise in a few days. So she went about doing some stretching and lumber exercises before moving into a calisthenics routine and then she started to run around the prison. Panting and absolutely exhausted from her workout, she submerged herself in her little ocean and lay on the beach afterwards. She was starting to grow concerned, having not heard from Rotta or even having a droid come in. Almost as that thought finished, the door to her area opened and in rolled an astromech with a serving tray on top. It rolled to her on the beach. Jaina took the food and water bowls from it and it turned and left. Her stomach rumbled and she placed the bowls on the sandy beach and got on all fours and started to eat from the bowls, hoping that when the droid was gone that Rotta would finally return. It wasn’t to be, though. The droid left and she finished her food and water. Leaving the empty bowls on the beach, Jaina crossed back towards the shower and showered once more to get the sand off of her. Again she grew worried when she got out of the shower that Rotta was still not here. The droid entered after an hour or so later to retrieve the bowls, but still no sign of Rotta. Jaina began to wonder if she had upset him. The entire day passed and Jaina did not see him. Confused and so horny, Jaina settled back into her cage and slept again.

Three more days passed, Jaina went to bed at the end of that third day with no contact except for the droids with food and water. Her arousal was still going strong though. Before she went to bed she had looked hard at the dungeon. Wondering if she could have some fun there. Still, she thought that was for Rotta to use on and with her.

It was the morning of the fourth day and Jaina thought that was about the fifteenth or sixteenth day. She wasn’t sure anymore, but she woke to find Rotta waiting for her outside of her cage. Jaina stretched as she walked out to greet him.

“I was worried you had lost interest, Master,” Jaina stated.

“Nadu slave," Rotta demanded without any explanation. Not that Jaina needed any. She was greedy for attention and remembered the position. She dropped to her knees before him and bowed her head. She rested her hands on her thighs with her palms up. Knees spread, she looked downwards wondering what he wanted.

“I will be leaving you to yourself for the remainder of your time here. I may come in once or twice more to see you and perhaps avail myself of your body but with no future in this for me I must concentrate my efforts and attention elsewhere.” Rotta’s tone was serious and matter of fact. His saliva drooling down his lips was not nearly as much as before. He had lost interest in her. Something in Jaina faltered and she felt so sad she could cry. The training had done such a number on her that she didn’t even want to turn back now. A tear escaped her eyes and she tried to find the right words.

“Please, no Master…. I can’t cum without your approval now,” Jaina pleaded.

“That is no longer my concern, slave….. you have doomed yourself to a life without the types of pleasure you know you need,” Rotta answered in a cold tone.

Jaina shifted before him. She tried her best to think of something to entice him back to playing with her, but she could think of only one thing. Inside she screamed but she knew what was going to happen. The tears were already flowing from before but now they came in a waterfall.

“Please don’t make me,” Jaina pleaded.

“Don’t make you what slave?” Rotta asked. The coldness still there in his voice, but there was a hint of curiosity.

Her face still looking at the floor, she watched as the tears dropped from her cheeks and landed on the floor.

“Don’t make me stay please…… my family will come looking for me….. others will come looking for me,” Jaina pleaded.

“No, they won’t. You are gone from here in two weeks. I’ll be a wet dream that you wake up to every night for the rest of your life because you didn’t have the courage to surrender,” Rotta said matter-of-factly. Jaina dared to look up at him. The tears burned her eyes while they fell.

“They will come……. If I surrender,” Jaina replied.

“You refuse to and if so that would be my responsibility to handle. But that is just fiction now anyway,” Rotta replied.

Jaina looked down at the floor and resumed her crying while Rotta started to move away. Everything in her told her to scream at him. To call him all sorts of names or anything else. Surrender, her mind kept telling her. She was doomed, once he left, to never be able to cum again. She was sure after a long time she might be able to overcome that but did she want to? Rotta slithered towards the door and before she could say a word he was gone. Jaina ran to the door and tried to follow him through, but she did not have the clearance. The door blocked her. Slumped with her back against the door, Jaina put her head in her hands and cried.

It was the opening of the door that told her she had fallen asleep with her back against the door. When it opened she fell backwards into the droid that was bringing her food. The droid immediately stopped and extended an electrical charge. Waking up quickly with her head on the front of the droid, Jaina saw the stun charge on the droid and jumped up. She saw that she could exit the doorway, although she might be shocked if she didn’t act quick enough. She could run out of there and steal a ship and be gone from here early. At that moment she looked down at herself and saw herself. Nude, pierced and wearing restraints, how far would she get? Would she want to get far? She jumped back into her prison and watched as the door closed; the droid handed her the food and water. Jaina said thank you to the droid, thankful for any connection at the moment. She took the two bowls further into the room and got on all fours again and started to eat. She could technically eat sitting up or however else she wanted, but she didn’t care to. This was how a slave was supposed to eat.

The door to her home opened and Jaina was surprised to see Huhviwe walk in. He held the same smile she had last seen him with, but also a closed posture. He seemed disappointed.

“Hello, Jaina.”

“Hello, Sir,” Jaina answered. Suddenly aware, she was still on her hands and knees in front of the bowls.

“I am here to offer you a choice.” Huhviwe came to a stop and sat cross-legged in front of her. Jaina, still on all fours, hunched back to sit on her heels and looked at him.

“You may stay here and serve out the remainder of your time, or you may leave. We caught you on the security camera thinking about leaving and Rotta has no need to be concerned about you now,” Huhviwe explained.

“I’m not leaving or making any choice until I speak to Rotta,” Jaina said with determination. Huhviwe looked at her and nodded. His smile grew wider.

“I understand. I will tell him shortly” He raised himself to his full height and walked out of the prison.

“Good, tell him I’ll be waiting,” Jaina said exasperated. Not entirely sure what she was going to say to him when she saw him again, but sure it would be something of worth.

Rotta entered her prison home a couple of hours later. Jaina was at the time lying in her cage on the comfy blankets and pillows. He had slithered up to the front of the cage and looked out over her as she got up from the floor and looked at him in return.

“I do not take kindly to being summoned…… less so in my own palace. Speak Jaina Solo,” Rotta’s tone was one of annoyance.

Jaina was not unaware of how he and before him, Huhviwe had stopped referring to her as a slave and had just started using her name again.

“You want to throw me out of here because I won’t commit to being your slave for the rest of my life, ” Jaina stated.

“Yes, my time is precious and you have wasted enough of it.”

“You knew this was a possibility,” Jaina retorted.

“Of course, but I was right about you though. You are addicted to me and you can not cum now without my permission….. is this true?” Rotta asked.

“Yes, it is,” Jaina admitted.

“I just do not think you would not have the courage to embrace who you are,” Rotta finished.

That rattled her a little. Jaina had never thought that she would ever be accused of not having enough courage. He was right of course and though she was standing she felt like she was on her knees. Her head hung and she looked at the ground. The pillows and the blankets covered the floor of the cage. It felt silly but she felt like getting back on her knees was the right thing to do when in the presence of Rotta. Jaina knelt down to the floor and assumed the Nadu pose. This seemed to unsettle Rotta who just looked at her.

“All I ask, Master, is to use me as you see fit for the remainder of my time here. I can not cum without your permission and if I am to spend the rest of my life like this, then let me have a few more days of memories serving you,” Jaina said in the most sultry voice she could manage and she had to admit the words coming out of her mouth were probably sexy enough. Rotta stirred and his tongue sauntered across his lips in pleasure.

“I will have you any way I wish right now…. Come out of there," Rotta insisted and Jaina crawled out of the cage. Coming face to face with the giant Hutt again, Jaina couldn’t help herself. She was constantly wet now thanks to him and Huhviwe. Her body was barely under her control. When it came to her arousal, it was directly under his control and Jaina remarked inwardly there was nothing she could or would do even if she had the option to.

“Yes, Master,” Jaina replied while she looked up at the giant Hutt.

“Surrender to me now and be my slave and I will let you touch me. Perhaps I may let you cum” Rotta demanded. His look and his tone made it known to Jaina that this was the last time she would be given the option. Despite her pleas to just serve out her time, he still demanded her total surrender if she was going to please him.

Jaina looked down at the floor and up at him. The same feelings coming to her again about wanting to serve but the weight of her responsibilities. The past couple of days rang true in her mind. All the inner turmoil was all gone now as she looked at him once more. Locking her eyes with his own giant ones, Jaina looked down once more. The cushions of her cage were gone and it was just the cold floor, but there was still something settling about this place now. Eyes downcast, she nodded her head. She looked up, back into his eyes, and nodded again. Mainly to herself, but again so that he couldn’t misunderstand.

“Say it” Rotta commanded.

Jaina looked up at him and watched as his cock became unsheathed almost right before her. Becoming hard as Jaina had ever seen. Licking his lips in utmost delight while she knelt before him.

“I surrender. I am your slave, now and forever, Master,” Jaina stated simply. She felt a great weight lift from her. The choice made; she was now free. It was like the thought of being free behind the holo shroud in her nudity and chains, but if that feeling was the joy and pressure of a volcano erupting this was the size of the birth of a new star. Freedom personified in her mind. She looked at him. He had a twinkle in his eye that she was sure was reflected in her own.

“HOHOHOHOHO!!” Rotta’s pleasure echoed through her cavernous prison.

“You will have to prove it, slave,” Rotta announced. Jaina was so elated at being called a slave again that she couldn’t help but grin.

“Fuck me, Master, do with me as you wish” Jaina responded.

“I will. However, I am thinking I need more proof,” Rotta answered.

Jaina was confused. She wasn’t sure what else she could do or say that would prove she meant it. That she would stay with him and be his forever.

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean Master," Jaina replied, trying to think of a way she could prove to him without using anything that he had already used.

“Surprise me, slave," Rotta demanded. His cock unsheathed now Jaina was mere inches from it while she knelt on the floor and all she wanted to do was please him.

Jaina thought about it and thought about it. Looking at his cock while she did so and she could only think of one thing, but it would truly destroy her. It would destroy her link to her past life and any hope of going back to it. She supposed that was exactly what he wanted. Asking for a minute, she brought a smile and a confused look to his face when she got up from her knees and walked past him to her wardrobe. Jaina went in and noticed the couple outfits that hung there and wondered why she had yet to try them on, but those weren’t the things she was looking for. She found what she was looking for under her folded Jedi cloak. Her lightsaber glistened silver in the light of her wardrobe. Taking it in hand, she walked back to Rotta. He had turned from the cage to watch her and eyed her and the lightsaber in her hand as she returned. Jaina handed him her lightsaber.

“Take it, Master. It is a symbol of my old life. Destroy it, display it. Do what you will with it.” Jaina felt like she was giving away a part of herself. She tensed a little as he took from her and turned it over in his hands. His saliva began to drip a little on it. Jaina watched as he eyed it with great interest.

“Is it true that a Jedi forms a bond with their lightsaber as they build it?” Rotta asked. He thumbed over the activation trigger but took great care not to activate it.

“Yes, Master," Jaina replied.

“How is this done?” Rotta asked.

“It’s about forming a bond between the power source, the material and most important of all the Kyber crystal,” Jaina explained.

“There is a crystal in here,” Rotta asked, heaving the lightsaber up at her.

“Yes, Master,” Jaina replied. Rotta chuckled and reached down with the saber.

“Show me," Rotta demanded. Jaina had offered it to him for him to do as he wished and she half-imagined him destroying it but for her to be told to take it apart was not something she had braced herself for. She nodded reluctantly and began to disassemble the lightsaber. Rotta watched in fascination while she used the force he suspected to open cavities in the perfectly formed cylinder. It came apart in a rush of pieces. So many that Rotta was impressed it could all be compacted inside such a small shell. Each individual piece hung in the air around the central piece, which was a violet-colored crystal. The crystal was cradled in a small little wire nest that the power source seemed to be on the bottom of. Jaina reached in and plucked the crystal, which was a surprising size. Maybe about an inch tall and half an inch wide, it was shaped like an elongated diamond. Jaina rolled it around in her hand. She remembered as a young woman when she had gone hunting for her crystal and how it had almost spoken to her. Sighing, she reached upwards with it in the palm of her hand and gave it to Rotta. He took it from her and turned it around in his hand. It was light but well built. Rotta had seen many gems through his travels but had never come across something quite like it.

“Where do you get these crystals from,” Rotta asked.

Jaina squirmed, wrestling with the question.

“I’m afraid I can’t say, Master. It is a closely guarded secret of the order and not mine to give out” Jaina responded. Opting for honesty and hoping she would not be punished. Rotta mulled the words in his mind and thought perhaps he should punish her, but thought better of it.

“Disappointing but I understand slave," Rotta answered. Jaina breathed out a breath, not even aware she had been holding it in.

“Could you reassemble the lightsaber, and if so how quickly?” Rotta asked.

“Using the same components I could do it in about an hour but I would need to be in deep meditation.”

“And with new components?” Rotta asked.

“It depends. It’s all about how the force responds and to be honest most Jedi really only ever build their lightsaber once so it’s not exactly a skill that is mastered over and over again but as our understanding of the force grows, it should be easily done. I would say in meditation again, probably a few hours” Jaina answered.

Rotta turned the crystal over and over again in his hand and eyed her.

“I can make this work,” Rotta said. Jaina was confused but looked down at where the rest of her lightsaber lay.

Jaina lounge on the beach in her home. The sand on her naked body clinging to her freshly wet surface. She had not even bothered with a towel before she had jumped in, knowing she could shower afterwards. It had been a few hours since her surrender. Rotta had left, leaving the crystal in Jaina’s hands. She had not reassembled her lightsaber on his command and left it on the floor in her wardrobe. Confused and a little anxious about what was to come, she had decided on a refreshing dip in the water. The warm, almost volcanic spring-like water had washed away much of her anxiety and relaxed her. She still doubted her decision but that weight was gone now. Worry over how it would be seen to the wider galaxy still gripped her but she was confident in Rotta’s ability to handle it. In the end, she had made the choice. She had certainly been influenced by it, but she was fine with it. She was happy, lying on the beach with a smile on her face. Her nude body glistened from the water and shining from the restraints and piercings.

A sound from the doorway announced Rotta’s return. He slithered in with a droid behind him. The droid carried on its servant table, two bowls and the very case she had brought back from Nar Shaarda. He beckoned her over and Jaina immediately got up and walked over towards him. On instinct, Jaina took the two bowls from the droid while Rotta opened the case. Putting the bowls down on the floor but slightly away from them Jaina caught a glimpse of steel in the case but that was all her eyes could catch as she bent over. Her curiosity was overriding any thirst or hunger at the moment, so the thought of getting down to eat didn’t pass through her mind. The droid remained underneath, supporting the case on its table while Rotta’s hands seemed to be searching through it. Jaina came over to look and saw inside nothing but steel. There were two items of steel on an embedded bed of velvet that seemed to be on a false bottom. Rotta appeared as though he was just placing the false bottom back when she had looked in. The two items were familiar and foreign to her at the same time. One was clearly a g-string panty, but unlike any she had ever seen.

The g-string was barely anything more than a couple of straps going around her waist. They came together at a metal piece that had been shaped to look like a woman in the inspection pose: elbows out by her head and feet spread wide. Her feet were slightly wider than her elbows and the strings of the waistline met at each elbow.

The metal was shaped into a bit of a bow to show a woman’s body. Her back was turned outwards so that she was pushing inwards into the skin. Where the legs met the waistline at her butt, the metal piece had four tiny chains dangled from the tiny pussy to the forged metal feet in small crescents. A fifth chain, also small and metal, hung straight down, barely more than an inch with a small cradle at its end.

From her feet, two chains sprang forward that would do nothing to cover her pussy. Instead, they would frame it, running along the outside of her pussy lips. Rotta rotated it in his hands as he picked it up. The two little chains that would frame her pussy seemed to meet up with another string that would run through her ass crack just after her pussy. The effect was that while it was a g-string, it was also jewelry. Rotta handed it to her and Jaina took the small thing in her hands and turned it over. The metal was polished and shining a beautiful silver that would match her other jewelry. Her attention was so focused on it, she didn’t see the other piece of jewelry that was in the case. Jaina handed it back to Rotta, who took it with a smile.

“Go get your crystal slave,” Rotta ordered. Jaina nodded and went to grab it from where she had laid down the disassembled lightsaber. She came back with it quickly and noticed that Rotta had a small little bottle in his hand that he must have gotten from the droid. It looked to be a glue of some sort. He took the g string in his free hand and used his small but nimble fingers to separate the fifth chain that hung down the center from the tiny metal pussy. It was the chain with the small cradle.

He peered at the top of Jaina’s crystal where it went into a point to finish its elongated diamond form and looked back at the cradle. He mused a little and then placed the bottle on the top of the droid and reached for something by its side. Jaina could not see because of his enormous girth but she didn’t have to wait long. He had picked up a tool Jaina was familiar with. It was a laser sensor that would imprint the three-dimensional print of whatever was scanned in its memory. It could then be transferred to a small laser sculptor tool that could shape things like metal.

He had Jaina lay her crystal flat on the palm of her hand while he scanned the tip of it. Then he removed a sculpting tool from the droid and transferred the dimensions to it. He turned back to the g-string, holding up the fifth chain with the cradle again, and he moved the sculpting tool over it. His nimble fingers hit a couple of buttons on the side of the tool and then activated it. The cradle was awash in the red laser light of the tool and began to reform slightly. Where before the cradle was in more of a hex shape it now it started reshaping into more like a cone. Rotta took a couple of minutes with it and then put the tool down, happy at the outcome. He took the crystal from Jaina’s palm and tentatively placed it upward into the cradle. It was a snug fit, but it would work Jaina had to admit.

Realization then dawned on her. If her crystal was going to be attached to that g string and she was going to wear that piece of underwear then she would always be with her crystal and it would be a permanent reminder of her destroyed lightsaber. No one else except a Jedi and Rotta would know the significance but the thought did truly humiliate her. She would have cried if she could, but she was far more aroused at the humiliation and the creativity her Master was showing in giving her humiliation.

Rotta the glue he had placed down on the droid and applied a generous amount to the inside of the small cradle. Picking up the crystal again he placed some of the glue at the tip and then pushed the two pieces together. The crystal slid in snugly but firmly and caused some of the glue to ooze out and around the cradle and crystal. Jaina watched as the droid removed a cloth from one of its center front panels and gave it to Rotta who held the cradle and crystal in one hand. He seemed to be pressing in the two pieces to ensure a good fit with his index and thumb. He took the rag and wiped the excess away and then tentatively took his fingers away. He held the g string up like a caught fish. Both of them looked to see if the crystal would fall straight down but it did not. Rotta gave a hard tug on it and it remained. It was now glued, most likely forever into the cradle. Jaina felt humiliated and degraded by the action, but her arousal only flared at the thought.

Rotta passed her the g string and focused his attention now on the other item in the case. Jaina took the g string from him and knew the implied command was to put it on but as she started to lift her leg to put her foot through it Rotta without looking and without his eyes on her reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Not yet, slave," Rotta commanded. Jaina nodded and folded the small metal string in her hands and waited. Turning her eyes towards Rotta and the case she saw Rotta pull out the other item.

The second item in the case was something Jaina had to get her mind around. It was two large steel rings connected in the center by a small chain. On the opposite side, larger chains hung while from the top another large chain extended to connect with the rings together like the strap on a halter-top. The two large chains that hung from the outside of the rings had clasps on the ends of their chains. Rotta held it up for a bit and he must have seen the confused look on her face so he moved closer with it.

He placed the two large rings at her breasts and then with one hand holding it up used the other to show that the large crescent chain that connected the two at the top would go over her head and rest on her neck and then he showed that the two side chains would clasp being her back. It was a bra without any support, Jaina realized her breasts would go through the rings. The rings would sit around her breasts, allowing full access and view. Again, everything was in the same polished silver, all gleaming in the light. Jaina wondered how the rings would get around her breasts because she had to admit her breasts looked to be slightly bigger than them. She hoped it would not constrict her chest in any way as she felt that would be painful to wear over time.

Rotta took the full thing in his hands and Jaina noticed he had a small little tool he was using on the sides of the rings. In moments they popped open like cuffs. That’s how they would get around her breasts, Jaina thought. Rotta had her get even closer to him and took the bra and fitted it, first over and under her left breast, and then the same with her right breast. He left them unlocked for the moment while he took the clasps of the two side chains and ran them behind her back. The weight and size of her breasts kept it relatively in place as Rotta clasped the two together before pulling the top chain over her head. She was forced to stoop her head a little to allow him better access but it rested at the base of her neck just below her collar.

Rotta then turned his attention to the rings themselves around her breasts. He had the same tool in his hand and had to fumble a bit with pushing her breast around to get a good angle to close the ring, but he did so efficiently and with numerous gropes, she admitted with glee. Soon both were locked and Jaina looked down as she felt the cold steel around her adjusting to her body heat. The rings were wider than she thought, and also bigger. They were not constricting in any way and they helped her already pert breasts to stand just out just a little perkier.

Rotta stood back and appraised her. Jaina stood straighter and even moved around a little without prompting so that he could get a better look.

“Good. Might have to change some things over time, but the Jeweler does good work. Now let us get you ready for your underwear.” Rotta had a hold of the g string and pulled it up for her to see again. The sight of her crystal on the naughty piece of clothing sent shock waves of pleasure through her. She knew intimately, without any reservations, that it would continue to do so for a long time. She watched as Rotta fumbled a little with the two smaller chains that would frame her pussy and noticed that as he fumbled with it they gave way from the string running up her ass. They were detachable, Jaina realized. His nimble little fingers held the chains while he moved around her. He was behind her when he pulled them in front of her and asked her to take a hold of them and put them on.

Jaina did as he instructed, feeling the small chains bounce against her thighs as she pulled them up into position on her waist. The woman’s legs came down to just frame the tip of her pussy lips, hanging her crystal almost right at her clit. It was ludicrous, but it felt like another cover, covering her most sensitive and private area. Each movement she made caused her Kyber crystal to move, lightly bouncing on her clit which sent little shivers of exquisite pleasure through her.

Rotta looked down at her and smiled. His nimble fingers held the two tiny chains for her pussy and told Jaina to spread her legs a little. She watched as he threaded the chains through her pierced pussy rings, before reconnecting them with the string to complete the underwear.

His dexterous little fingers withdrew from her private areas with a subtle little flick on her clit, which caused more shivers of pleasure to run through her. Rotta assumed his normal massive size over her, and Jaina looked down to see that his cock was still unsheathed and ready for her attention.

“Stand back, slave, let me look at you and your proof of submission” Rotta commanded. Jaina did as was ordered. Stepping back a couple of paces and then twirling slowly in place until she faced him again. It wasn’t the bikini her mother had been forced to wear all those years ago, the one that had inspired such naughty thoughts on her way here to begin with, but this was much more overtly sexual and showcased everything about her body.

Rotta moved back to the case still on the table of the droid’s head. He removed the false bottom from the case and placed it aside. From inside he pulled out two long sheets of cloth that were red with gold piping bordering them. At the top of each, there were clips that looked like they would fasten to the string of her g-string. She understood now they were the same sort of coverings her mother wore. She took them from him and noticed that one had the clips more central while the other had the clips on the outside of the coverings. She took the one that had the clips on the outside of the cloth and placed it over her crotch. It brushed against her metal underwear as she clipped it into the strings just as they emerged from the metal woman’s elbows. The cloth went down to her ankles and flowed with each movement. She took the other and clipped it behind her. It covered her butt and went down to the back of her ankles, but Jaina somehow felt more exposed. It was as if the little covering she was given made it more like a secret.

“How do you feel slave?” Rotta asked. He placed the false bottom back in the case and finally sent the droid on its way.

“Exposed and aroused Master. I really need to cum,” Jaina said with a smile and a twinkle in her eye.

“HOHOHOHOHO and your new coverings?”

“I like it…. They are so revealing and sexy, Master,” Jaina answered.

“They will not be the only things you wear as you know you have a large wardrobe that will become chock full of revealing outfits as your time here grows. You will entertain me in all of them, but this will be sufficient for your introduction to the court,” Rotta stated. It was with that that Jaina understood now with her surrender, she would be seen. She would be brought out and paraded for his pleasure. She looked forward to it.

“I understand Master,” Jaina replied. She looked down and noted that the bowls of food and water were still there. She eyed them, becoming very hungry as she did so and asked if she could eat them. Rotta had laughed and said yes. He watched her eat for a time and then left her in her new home. Her prison grotto that was now to be her home for the rest of her life.

Rotta returned, she thought, maybe a day later. She knew she was refreshed. Clean and happy. There was something in her that screamed at her to not be, but she was happier than she had been in years. Wearing her new uniform, she had set about doing her exercises, and then she had unclipped the clothes and taken a swim and a shower. The g-string and the bra were water-resistant and though they could be removed and would be removed for sanitary reasons for washing, she wanted to feel the water on her skin while she wore them. There was something very sensual and arousing about every action she took now. He found her lying around in her cage with her blankets and pillows.

“You look comfortable, slave,” He announced.

“I am, Master,” Jaina confirmed. Jaina noted that his hands were behind his back and he seemed to be carrying something heavy.

“What is it you have, Master?” Jaina asked.

Rotta brought his hands forward and Jaina noticed a long length of chain and a padlock at the end.

“Your leash” He announced. Jaina jumped to her feet and walked towards him. She knelt in the Nadu position before him.

“I am yours, Master.”

“HOHOHOHOHO head up slave," Rotta commanded. Jaina obeyed and raised her head. He took the end with the padlock and unlocked the lock and placed the end of the leash next to the d ring in her collar. He took the padlock and connected the two together. Jaina felt a rush of excitement go through her.

“Now to introduce you” Rotta pulled on her leash, dragging her up to her feet and pulling her forward. Jaina yelped a little as he pulled and fell in line behind him.

For the first time since her excursion to the moon, Jaina was led out of her prison and into the throne room. Immediately she was overcome by how different it was. She noted that there were people all around. Mulling about, chatting with each other in large and small groups. There had to have been close to a thousand people in the room. It was a little unnerving to know that all that time while she was naked and alone, just next door were all these people and Jaina could tell these people were not the cream of the galaxy. These were the pirates, assassins and smugglers that seeded the underbelly of the galaxy. These were people her father had known, had been a part of and these were the people that were going to take great delight in seeing her like this.

Her arousal flared at the thought of the humiliation, all too keenly aware that Rotta had gotten what he wanted. He had gotten her surrender, but she had not got her orgasm. What was worse was she was learning to get her pleasure through the small shivers and waves that his actions caused her. Only a few steps in and she felt the room’s atmosphere change. A murmur started to her left, where she noticed a small group of Rodians and a couple of humans had been talking. Their heads had shifted and were staring at her. Jaina was reminded of her time on the moon and how she had felt at the thought of being so exposed. Now as she walked into this room on a leash like the piece of property she had agreed to be, she felt those pleasure shivers go through her again. Rotta would have nothing interfere with his pace though, and Jaina had come to almost a halt as she had stepped into the room. Now a slight tug forced her onward, the leash pulling her in behind him again.

The murmur raced around the room and almost like in a wave heads turned to observe her and Rotta. She could feel all their eyes on her. She felt her body quiver in the old shame of being exposed, but she told herself she knew better now and this was a good thing and it was. Those shivers of pleasure continued to go through her like a positive heartbeat on a monitor. Constant and beautiful, they stayed with her as she was led into the room. The people coming in around her as Rotta and her made their way to his throne. Jaina noticed the hook in the podium and the familiar-looking blankets and pillows that had been arranged there. Rotta slithered his way up, carrying the chains over his shoulder in his right hand and forced her up behind him. He took the chain and padlock that had been on the platform and locked his end of the leash to the hook. Jaina was now chained to the platform. Rotta smiled and slithered into position, laying on his side in front of the blankets and pillows. He just allowed the people in the room to come closer and closer to the throne, taking the view Jaina in. She felt the eyes more so now on her and wasn’t sure what to do with herself. There was a considerable amount of time elapsed until Rotta finally spoke.

“I see you all have taken an interest in my slave,” Rotta chuckled. His chuckle was taken up through the entire room. Jaina heard her name in whispers and she felt something break in her mind. She knew she was going to be recognized at one point and if she wasn’t, she would be outed by Rotta himself. She thought she was prepared for it but thinking about it and doing it are two different things. She wanted to curl up and protect herself as her name was whispered around the room.

“Introduce yourself slave," Rotta’s little hand reached out and caressed her butt through the thin fabric that was clipped to her backside. Happy for any sort of direction, Jaina wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted besides her name but she opted to be honest as always and degrade herself.

“My name is Colonel Jaina Solo, Jedi Knight” She announced so loudly she felt the echo in not only the room but in her soul.

Rotta chuckled and she felt his hand rub her ass. She relaxed her body into his hand and felt better for it.

“You are no longer a Colonel or a Jedi Knight though, are you?” Rotta asked. Prompting her to respond.

“No, I am no longer a Colonel or a Jedi Knight,” Jaina responded.

“What are you?” Rotta demanded.

“I am a slave. I am a piece of property” Jaina wasn’t even aware these were the words he wanted but she was sure they were. She could tell by the way his hand touched her ass that he was happy.

“Whose property slave?” Rotta asked, clearly relishing this.

“I am your property Master Rotta," Jaina responded, and she felt the crowd around her intake their breath and then there was silence. Until someone finally cheered, and that cheer was taken up by the rest of the crowds. Everyone craned their bodies in to try to get a better look at her. Jaina just stood there with Rotta’s hand on her ass.

The End.