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 liason. . . and submissive.
Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia
Prologue. . .
Jedi Knight Ta'tan'ia awoke a few seconds before the alarms from her chrono and comlink went off. She was lying in her bed, in her room, in the Jedi Temple. Her wrists were cuffed together in front of her, and her ankles were cuffed together as well. She was also wearing a six-centimeter-wide beskar tracking collar around her neck, and a beskar chastity belt.
She stretched her cuffed arms over her head, then glanced at the time on her six-centimeter-wide beskar chrono locked around her left wrist. It was oh-four-twenty-nine, and fifty-eight seconds. When the chrono read zero-four-thirty hours, it started blaring, as did the matching beskar comlink locked around her right wrist.
The beskar chain connecting her chrono and comlink together was just long enough for her to reach around and key in the password to stop the alarms. Ta'tan'ia smiled as she quickly typed
I serve Chief of State Daala
, into the comlink. The blaring alarms stopped, and the comlink stopped flashing. The maglocks on each end of the chain connecting her chrono and comlink together also weakened, as did the maglocks on the shackles on her ankles.
Chief Daala had had that password programmed to both make sure she was alert enough to input a sufficiently complicated password, and to remind her of her place. Ta'tan'ia quickly pulled her wrists apart, and put the short chain in her nightstand drawer. Then she reached down, and pulled the beskar shackles off her ankles, and put them in the drawer as well.
Next Ta'tan'ia climbed out of bed, and headed towards her compact 'fresher. As she sat up, she slid her feet into the fifteen-centimeter high heeled clear plastex slip-ons she wore around her room. Besides the heels, beskar collar, chrono, comlink, and chastity belt, Ta'tan'ia was wearing a plain black tank-top with the Chief of State's Seal over her left breast. It had been a little tricky at first to use the 'fresher while wearing her chastity belt, but her friends Jaina Solo and Syal Antilles had both been happy to give her some pointers. Now she was quite used to living in a chastity belt.
After cleaning herself, and her chastity belt, Ta'tan'ia changed into her gym outfit that Chief Daala had given her, and headed to the Jedi Temple's gym. The outfit consisted of a blue sports bra and hot pants in Galactic Alliance blue. The Chief of State's official seal was over her left breast, and the words
Galactic Alliance
were print across the back of the hot pants in black.
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.
There were only a few other Jedi working out this early. Ta'tan'ia cheerfully waved to the ones that glanced towards her, and greeted the rest with the Force as she began stretching. Ta'tan'ia stayed in the gym an hour working out, then went back to her room and took a sanisteam. Next she got dressed in her ProCorps-style uniform Chief Daala had given her, and left for the Chief of State's offices.
Her duty uniform consisted of a dark brown robe, similar to what she had worn before, except the that sleeves were shorter, to display her chrono and comlink, and it stopped at mid-thigh. Underneath that she wore snug light-brown pants, and an off-white top. The top had a V-neck, to keep her tracking collar easily visible. Ta'tan'ia was also wearing knee-high brown boots with eighteen-centimeter stiletto heels.
The boots had hidden shackles just below her knees, and at her ankles. Ta'tan'ia was also wearing a ten-centimeter-wide black nerfhide belt with the Chief of State's official seal on the front. She also had a durasteel head harness locked onto her head, with the Chief of State's seal centered over forehead.
Underneath her tunic Ta'tan'ia was wearing a silver durasteel corset that was locked around her torso, along with her beskar chastity belt. Her beskar tracking collar, chrono, and comlink completed her uniform. Those, along with her corset, belt, head harness and boots were locked on, and only Chief Daala could release her.
Twenty minutes later, just before zero-six-thirty, Ta'tan'ia arrived at the office complex. She greeted the security officers on duty, and stepped into the full-body scanner. The only noise it made was a barely perceptible humming as it did it's work. If it discovered something, it wouldn't make any sound, so it wouldn't alert whoever was being scanned. Ta'tan'ia however, was able to sense the security officer's feelings through the Force, so she knew that the scan came up clean. The officer looking at the monitor nodded towards the Sergeant, who told her to go ahead, and have a nice day.
Ta'tan'ia thanked the officers, and headed towards Chief Daala's office. Ta'tan'ia knew that security officers were both tracking her movements with the signal from her tracking collar, and monitoring her through the many holocameras in the in the building. In fact, Chief Daala's security officers had been tracking her every second since Chief Daala had locked her first tracking collar around her neck several weeks ago.
Since she was a Jedi, Ta'tan'ia was restricted from most of the office complex without Chief Daala's express permission. Ta'tan'ia had a specific route she had to take every morning. She didn't mind at all, she was just happy Chief Daala didn't make her take the stairs in her heels.
Ta'tan'ia arrived in Chief Daala's reception area and cheerfully greeted the two YVH droids on duty. They ignored her, and instantly began matching her physical characteristics to what they had on file, and confirmed the signal from her tracking collar. They also detected the beskar in her tracking collar, chrono, comlink, and chastity belt to further check her identity.
In less than a second they confirmed that she was Jedi Knight Ta'tan'ia, who was authorized to be there. They lowered their blasters, and returned to standby mode without responding to her. Chief Daala had just wanted to use her tracking collar, chrono, comlink, and chastity belt to identify her. She liked the idea of Ta'tan'ia being reduced to her restraints for identification. Ta'tan'ia kind of like the idea too. Only the possibility of someone killing her and somehow using the beskar restraints to gain entry stopped Chief Daala from implementing that plan.
"Good morning Bee-Dee," Ta'tan'ia said cheerfully as she entered Chief Daala's actual office.
The third YVH droid ignore her, and quickly confirmed her identity again. After half-a-second, he produced a short beskar chain with a maglock at each end. "Wrists," Bee-Dee said dispassionately, in spite of the fact that she had already turned away from him, and was holding her hands behind her back towards him.
Ta'tan'ia smiled back at him as he maglocked her chrono and comlink together. She could feel several centimeters of chain hanging down from the section connecting her wrists together. Then he maglocked a leash to the front of her collar, and used it to pull her over to a spot about halfway between the pouf couches that served as an informal meeting area and the display cases where the Jedi's lightsabers were kept.
"Kneel," Bee-Dee stated as he pulled her by the leash down towards the floor.
Just like before, Ta'tan'ia was already obeying before he had given the command. Once she knelt, he leaned down, and pulled her cuffed wrists down to her ankles. Then he maglocked the shackles around her ankles that were built into her boots together with another section of short chain that had been hanging from her wrist cuffs. The two sections of beskar chain were connected with a third section, locking her wrists and ankles together behind her.
Next Bee-Dee stood back up, still gripping her leash. Ta'tan'ia knew they would stay like that for about an hour or so, until Chief Daala arrived. She said she liked to be greeted by a kneeling and chained Jedi when she arrived every morning. Ta'tan'ia certainly enjoying obliging her, although she wasn't quite sure why she had to stay cuffed for an hour. She had asked Chief Daala, but she really didn't give her an answer, past that it just made her day a little brighter.
Ta'tan'ia was happy to spend an hour every morning kneeling in chains for her Chief of State, if that's what she wanted from her. Ta'tan'ia glanced over at the display case with nearly three dozen of the Jedi's lightsabers in it. Hers was the fifth one. She was glad that Chief Daala had her lightsaber, and could track her every movement via the beskar tracking collar locked around her neck.
Ta'tan'ia took a deep breath, and ran through a Jedi calming exercise. Since she couldn't masturbate, she had quickly learned that the best way to spend an hour in chains was to meditate.
Nearly an hour later, Ta'tan'ia sensed Chief Daala and DP arriving in the reception area. While DP nominally had her own apartment now, Ta'tan'ia knew that she spent most nights with Chief Daala. Ta'tan'ia had gotten to spend the night occasionally as well. Chief Daala had her wear a super-sexy fetish maid's uniform while she cleaned her apartment for her.
