Authoress' notes: This is a(nother) sequel to the Imperial Prostitute series. I know I'll get a lot of negative feedback on this story, but I don't care. I really enjoy writing this, especially the character Ta'tan'ia. If you don't want to read it, don't. I really, really want to end this series, as I do feel as though it's going on too long. However, besides this 30K word story, I already have about forty-eight-hundred words of the next one written. Since Daala isn't COS in the books anymore, I'll have to end it soon. Please read and enjoy all all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email.
To summarize the story thus far. . .
After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Empire, and soon after arriving, Jaina agrees to go through Imperial basic training, with the plan to take command of the Imperial TIE-Fighter Corps upon graduation.
Instead Jaina is mentally coerced into joining the Prostitution Corps, and becoming an Imperial Prostitute. Jaina is very susceptible to the conditioning, and quickly becomes a fantastic sexual servant to the Empire. Eventually Jaina helps recruit Syal Antilles into the ProCorps, as well as Hapan Queen Mother Tenel Ka Djo. After helping keep the Hapes Consortium in the Empire, Jaina is sent to the Jedi Temple, to recruit more Jedi to the Empire.
Jedi Master Cilghal discovers the Empire's conditioning however, and the Jedi manage to cure Jaina and the other affected Jedi. Luckily only human Jedi were affected. They also force Moff Jag Fel to free the Hapes Consortium from the Empire.
In spite of being extremely upset at the Empire virtually brainwashing them, a few of the female Galactic Alliance Heros continue to serve the Empire. Tahiri Veila remains as High Moff Fel's personal assistant. Jysella Horn and Myri Antilles remain as Colonel Drasi's—the Commandant of the ProCorps Academy—mutual lovers and submissives. Jaina Solo becomes Kyp Durron's personal assistant. Jedi Knight Ta'tan'ia—a Twi'lek—becomes Chief of State Natasi Daala's Jedi liaison. . . and submissive.
Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia
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Ta'tan'ia and DP awoke to the sound of their chrono alarms. They quickly keyed in the password to shut off their alarms, then got up, stepped into their clear plastex heels, and began straightening up their room. Then they pulled on their robes, DP's in blue and Ta'tan'ia's in white, and headed to the main room.
On Chief Daala's instruction, DP had reserved an hour for the three of them in the Galactic Alliance wing's gym, when Chief Daala woke up. While they were waiting for that, they began straightening the main room and kitchenette.
Half-an-hour later, Chief Daala, along with DP and Ta'tan'ia left for the gym, accompanied by a pair of security officers. All three of them were wearing comfortable Galactic-Alliance-Blue sweats. Ta'tan'ia's tracking collar, chrono, and comlink were visible, as usual. She was wearing her durasteel head harness too. DP was also wearing her chrono and comlink, but not her durasteel collar. She was carrying a small gym bag too.
Once they arrived at the gym, the female guard went in with them, while the male stayed outside. Ta'tan'ia and DP happily stripped off their sweats to reveal their ProCorps inspired outfits. Both of the officers knew about Ta'tan'ia and DP's chastity belts and collars, but Chief Daala didn't like her male security officers to watch her work out.
As Chief Daala's Jedi liaison, Ta'tan'ia wore a Galactic Alliance blue sports bra and hot pants. The words
Galactic Alliance
were printed across the back of the hot pants, and the Chief of State's seal was over her left breast. Ta'tan'ia was also wearing black gym shoes with ten centimeter wedge heels. The waist belt and top few centimeters of the crotch strap of her chastity belt were visible above the waistband of her hot pants. Her tracking collar, chrono, and comlink were also visible, as usual.
DP's outfit matched Ta'tan'ia's. The waist band and top few centimeters of the crotch strap of her red durasteel chastity belt were visible as well. As soon as she was out of her sweats, DP reached into her gym bag, pulled out her red durasteel collar, and locked it around her neck.
Ta'tan'ia, DP, and Chief Daala stretched, then began working out. The three women didn't quite work out together though. Chief Daala did her own routine, both because she was quite a bit older than her PA and Jedi liaison, and because it just wasn't proper for her to work out along side her staff. Since Ta'tan'ia was a Jedi, her routine was much more advanced than Syal's, even though the former fighter pilot and ProCorps trooper was in excellent shape.
Chief Daala finished a half-hour later, but gave Ta'tan'ia and DP permission to keep going. Ta'tan'ia and DP worked out another twenty minutes, then did there cool down routine, and put their sweats back on.
"Don't forget to take off your collar, DP," Ta'tan'ia reminded her with a smile as they were about to leave.
"Oops, thanks," DP said with an embarrassed smile. Then she frowned. "It's locked on," she explained, her frown turning back into an embarrassed smile.
DP promptly commed Chief Daala, but got no response. She and Ta'tan'ia concluded that she was probably in the 'fresher. Since only Chief Daala could unlock her collar, DP decided to wear it back to the room. She picked up her gym bag, and they went back to Chief Daala's suite.
Once they arrived, DP and Ta'tan'ia reported to Chief Daala, who was just getting out of the sanisteam. DP explained that she forgot to remind her to program her collar to unlock after her workout, so she had had to wear it back to the suite. Ta'tan'ia smiled as she took responsibility for Chief Daala's mistake. She would have done the same herself. Their ProCorps training had taught them that they were always wrong, even when they were right. Ta'tan'ia couldn't imagine even implying that was wrong about something, even without her ProCorps training. She was her Chief of State after all! Chief Daala responded by telling DP to remind her to punish her for the mistake later, then told them to take a sanisteam and get dressed.
A while later Ta'tan'ia, DP, and Chief Daala headed to the Royal Conference Room for the talks with the Empire and Tenel Ka. Ta'tan'ia was wearing her ProCorps-style Jedi uniform, while DP was wearing her ProCorps-style Galactic Alliance uniform. Chief Daala was wearing a dark gray military-style uniform.
When they arrived at the conference room, Tenel Ka was already there, along with one of her cousins, and Ducha Ta'i Shume. Tenal Ka was wearing a dark lizard-hide bodysuit, with her silver durasteel belt, and lightsaber. Her crown was on her head.
Her cousin was wearing a maroon bodysuit with black trim, and black crotch-high boots. A wide black nerfhide belt hung low on her hips.
"Good morning, Your Excellency," Tenel Ka said when Chief Daala entered the room. "Ta'tan'ia, Syal," she added with a nod towards them. "I hope you slept well?"
"Good morning, Your Majesty," Chief Daala replied. "We slept wonderfully, thank you."
Ta'tan'ia and DP both nodded their heads in agreement. They were used to Chief Daala answering things like that for them. Ta'tan'ia had greatly enjoyed sleeping with DP anyway.
"I'm glad, Your Excellency," Tenel Ka responded. "This is Trista Zel, and Ducha Ta'i Shume," she said, gesturing first towards her cousin, then the older Ducha.
"Nice to meet you again," Chief Daala told them. "This is Syal Antilles, my personal assistant, and this is my Jedi liaison, Ta'tan'ia, who will be observing matters for the Jedi Order, as we agreed with Master Durron."
The Hapans greeted Ta'tan'ia and DP, and the six women chatted while they waited for the Imperials. A few minutes later Moff Wynessa Fel arrived, accompanied by General Lovvel.
The Imperials exchanged polite greetings with the Hapans, then greeted Chief Daala.
"By the way, Your Excellency, allow me to compliment you on your brilliant idea of locking tracking collars on your Jedi," Moff Wyness Fel said to Chief Daala. "It will make them a lot more controllable, and must say, Ta'tan'ia's looks very nice on her," she added, smiling at the purple-skinned Twi'lek. Then she glanced at Syal. "And yours looks nice on you too, DP."
Ta'tan'ia felt herself flush with embarrassment. . . and arousal. She saw DP blushing as well. Ta'tan'ia also noticed that Moff Fel had called Syal
DP
.
"Thank you, Moff Fel," Chief Daala replied with a smile. "I do wish more of the Jedi would accept them, but I know that Ta'tan'ia is happy to wear hers, aren't you Ta'tan'ia?"
"Very, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied with adoration. Then she turned to Moff Fel. "I'm thrilled to show my loyalty and trust in Chief Daala and her government by wearing a tracking collar, and turning my lightsaber over to her," she explained sincerely.
"Very good, Jedi Ta'tan'ia," Moff Fel responded with a surprised smile. "Chief Daala is lucky to have such loyal Jedi as you serving her."
"And we are lucky to have such a wonderful Chief of State, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied cheerfully.
Then Moff Fel looked back towards Chief Daala. "And I hope DP here is serving you as well as she always has, Your Excellency?"
Ta'tan'ia saw DP blush again.
"She certainly does," Chief Daala replied proudly, with an affectionate pat on DP's shoulder. "The Empire trained her well. Now that she's given up that silly notion of following her father and piloting starfighters, she is happy to serve a greater purpose. Aren't you, Syal?"
"Of course, Your Excellency," DP replied with a smile. "I'm much happier serving you than I was flying starfighters," she explained sincerely.