Author's notes. This is the fourth Star Wars story I have written. All of my stories (so far) take place between the Yuuzhan Vong War and the Dark Nest Crisis. I would like for you to read my other three Star Wars stories first, but I highly recommend that you read
Star Wars: Jedi Tahiri in Bondage
, as this story is a direct sequel, although my other two Star Wars stories take place in between.
Alema Rar Visits Hapes
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In only a few minutes, Alema Rar felt the container being lifted, in an uneven manner that suggested humanoids rather than droids, and quickly set back down about a meter high. The cargo container also served to cut off virtually all sound, so she could only get vague impressions about what was happening to her. The Jedi was sure about the whine and slight vibration of the repulsor that came from underneath her, which meant that she was probably on a replulsorsled of some sort. Several minutes into her journey, Alema Rar wondered just why Tenel Ka, or possibly Lady Esoma, had a cargo container that was specially designed for transporting heavily restrained humanoid cargo.
After about fifteen minutes or so, although inside the container it seemed like a lot longer, Alema Rar felt the sled come to a stop, and the container being manhandled onto the ground once again. There Alema Rar, in her cargo container, sat for another twenty minutes, before being manhandled again. This time Alema Rar had the feeling that she was in a ship's cargo hold, although she couldn't be very sure.
To the tightly bound and helpless Twi'lek, it seemed like hours before she detected the vibrations of the ship's engines being activated. Normally Alema Rar had no problem occupying herself for long periods of time, even restrained. All of those involved Force exercises, however, which she was currently unable to perform. Alema Rar had also spent many boring hyperspace flights masturbating, which she was also unable to do at the time. That reminded her once again to get around to writing that instruction manual on females masturbating in an X-wing cockpit.
Finally the engine's hum changed pitch, and Alema Rar felt a slight pressure as the ship took off. After a few minutes, the pressure eased, then disappeared into weightlessness. Her restraints kept her firmly in place, but still, Alema Rar had the distinct impression of floating. The Twi'lek guessed that the Hapans must be trying to save a little energy by turning off the gravity in their cargo hold during spaceflight.
I hope they secured my container good,
Alema Rar thought as she felt the ship enter hyperspace.
By the time Alema Rar felt the ship exiting hyperspace, it seemed like she had been in the container for days. She hadn't eaten since the dinner orgy the night before, and was starving. At least she had used the refresher before Lady Esoma had packed her for shipment.
Once again Alema Rar guessed what was happening from the subtle vibrations of her container. She felt gravity kick back on, then the ship's sublight thrusters engaging. A few minutes later, the ship entered an atmosphere. There was no mistaking the ship's landing struts hitting the hard permacrete of a landing pad.
It was still some time before anyone came to retrieve her.
And why should they?
Alema Rar thought with arousal.
I'm just another cargo container.
The whole trip had turned her on. In her mind, she fantasized about being shipped all over the galaxy tightly restrained in a cargo container. Once she reached her destination, she would be released to execute her mission, the packaged again for shipment.
I bet the order could save a ton on transport fees,
the Jedi thought as she squeezed her thighs together.
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"Hello again, my dear Jedi," Lady Esoma greeted her, as the lid came off the cargo container.
A low moan was all Alema Rar was able to offer in reply.
That seemed not to bother the Hapan noblewoman in the slightest.
"Let's get you out of there, and we'll give you something to eat," Lady Esoma said enthusiastically, as she activated the small replulsorlift that was underneath the Twi'lek.
Once she was on the floor, Alema Rar felt a hand remove her blindfold. With the harness-gag pulling her head back, Alema Rar was forced to look forwards. She blinked several times as her eyes adjusted to the light. What she saw shocked her.
Standing before her was Tenel Ka, Queen mother of the Hapes Consortium. Every single time Alema Rar had seen her outside of her bedroom, Tenel Ka had been wearing tough lizard hide, more suited for a warrior than a Queen.
Instead of the dark Dathomir lizard hide, Tenel Ka was wearing a tiny pink maid's uniform, complete with a frilly white apron. On her feet were pink sandals that matched her dress, with stiletto heels about fifteen centimeters high. Around her ankles were pink nerfhide anklecuffs, about seven centimeters wide, and locked together with about a thirty-centimeter chain.
Smooth white stockings ran up her toned legs. At the lace tops of the stockings Alema Rar could see matching white garters. Since she was lying on the floor, Alema Rar also caught a flash of Tenel Ka's bare, and moist, pussy.
Another reason Alema Rar could see so much was the fact that Tenel Ka's uniform barely came past her crotch. The bottom edge of the maid's uniform flared out, with several centimeters of white lace around the hem.
Tenel Ka's apron was tied tightly at her waist, which looked a narrower than normal, leading Alema Rar to think that she was wearing a corset underneath the dress. On top of the apron was a wide pink nerfhide belt, with a D-ring at each side and in front. Tenel Ka's breasts weren't huge, but they were straining the low-cut top of the uniform, threatening to spill out.
A shoulder-length white glove was on her right arm, with a strap buckled tightly at the top. A few centimeters below that was a pink nerfhide bicep cuff. On her left half-arm was a matching bicep cuff. Locked around her wrist was a pink nerfhide cuff, about seven centimeters wide.
A pink nerfhide collar was buckled around the Queen's neck, which matched the wrist and ankle cuffs. A gleaming silver leash ring was dangling from the front of the collar.
Strapped tightly around Tenel Ka's head was a nerfhide harness gag, nearly identical to Alema Rar's, except in pink. On top of the Queen's head was a white maid's cap, completing the image of a subservient fetish maid.
Alema Rar's eyes bulged out of her head as she stared at the Queen of the Hapes Consortium.
Tenel Ka, on the other hand, kept her eyes cast towards the floor, just as her Mistress expected of her.
"I understand your concern, and speechlessness, my dear Alema Rar," Lady Esoma said, with an amused glance at the Twi'lek's gagged face, "Allow me to introduce you to my maid, Tania."
Alema Rar had no trouble recognizing Tania as a slave name. She glanced at Tenel Ka's face and saw the humiliation, with some arousal.
I thought the Queen had a submissive side,
Alema Rar thought, trying to smirk through her gag.
At Lady Esoma's instruction, Tenel Ka leaned over and unlocked the small magnetic locks that held the muzzle of Alema Rar's gag to her harness. The synthrubber cock came out of her mouth with an audible 'pop.'
