Darth Orllah smirked as the Rodian collapsed in front of her, his long fingered hands clasped together as he begged and babbled for his life.
"Do you understand what this halfwit is saying?" she asked over her shoulder.
Miley shook her head, unable to speak due to the ball gag lodged snugly in her mouth. She watched her mistress carefully, her eyes lingering on Orllah's lightsaber. The crimson blade had already taken the lives of the Rodian's three overly familiar friends and it now hovered just a few inches from his slender snout.
"You can tell your master," Orllah growled, that if he ever presumes to know my business again I will gut him like the fat pig he is." She lowered her blade and gestured with her chin, watching with a smile as the Rodian scurried away, tripping and slipping on the other dead goons in the process. Only when he was gone and she was sure that they were alone, did she shut off her blade and turn to look at Miley.
"Are you alright?" she asked, brushing a stray strand of blue hair out of her sub's face.
Miley nodded again, attempting a smile despite the gag in her mouth.
"Those fucking Sankor Kings," Orllah growled. "If they had hurt you..."
Miley stepped closer to her mistress and placed her head on her shoulder. She loved when Orllah got protective over her. It reminded her that although she was her slave, their relationship was much more than just a dom and her sub.
Orllah kissed the top of Miley's head, her arms wrapping around her as she pulled her close. Miley would have held her back but her own arms were bound tightly behind her back so all she could do in return was press herself tightly against her mistress.
"Come on," Orllah said at last, stepping back and taking hold of the chain connected to the gold collar fixed around Miley's neck. "It's getting late."
They made their way quickly back to the palace, Orllah leading, Miley following a step behind her mistress as was proper. They met few people along the way, those that they did see stopping and bowing before the Sith as she approached. They didn't appear to look at Miley, but she could feel their eyes on her nonetheless, their confusion, jealousy and awe sending shivers of pleasure through her body. When they reached the palace, Orllah's worrisome protocol droid, BD-7 was waiting in the entrance hall.
"Oh!" BD exclaimed. "Mistress Orllah! Lady Miley! I heard the blasters from here! I was ever so worried! I must ask next time that you call me once the fight is over! I'm afraid I might short circuit with worry otherwise!"
"Enough, BD!" Orllah snapped, though Miley could not help but notice the small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. "Draw a bath and have the kitchen send up some food. It's been a long night."
"I take it the meeting did not go well, Mistress?"
"When does it ever?" she replied, leading Miley up the stairs by the collar to her quarters.
The palace was not an especially large building but it was suitably impressive. Orllah's chambers consisted of the entire top floor and included an entertaining room, a small library and study, a pool and a training room. Most impressive though was the bedroom. A large double bed sat opposite a wide, open balcony. With the palace situated on a small mesa, the balcony offered uninterrupted views of the city to the south, the ocean to the west and the vast, star studded sky above. The walls of the room were draped with fine silks and velvets, whilst padded leather panels with attached shackles hung at intervals. Other equipment, including a small metal cage, were dotted about the room, giving the room the appearance of a luxury dungeon as much as a bedroom.
"Down," Orllah commanded, dropping the leash as she strode towards the balcony.
Miley did as ordered; kneeling on the plush carpet, her legs apart and her ass resting on the heels of her feet. She watched as Orllah cast off her robe and ran a hand over her lekku, subconsciously brushing the small scar on the back of her head. Miley could still remember the day she had found her. Her starfighter had fallen from the sky, sucked into Kintoone's massive gravitational pull and torn apart by the storms that ravaged the upper atmosphere. She had seen dozens of other ships suffer the same fate but none had made it to the surface before breaking up completely. Orllah was the only one to have survived but even then, she had been badly wounded. Miley had found the crash site, had pulled the Twi'lek from the wreckage and hidden her from the raiders and Sankor King gangs. She had treated Orllah's wounds and stayed by her side until she woke up. It had taken a great deal of explaining but eventually she had made her understand. Orllah was trapped on Kintoone just as everyone else was. The only difference was that Darth Orllah was a Sith.
"Mpph?"
Orllah raised her eyebrow as she turned to Miley. A flick of her hand loosened the gag enough for Miley to spit it out, her jaw aching in a pleasing sort of way.
"Do you miss it?" she asked, nodding towards the sky and the countless stars that wheeled overhead.
"Yes," Orllah said thoughtfully. "There's a war going on out there that I'm no longer part of. I thought it was my destiny to bring victory to the Empire..."
"And now?" Miley asked hesitantly.
Orllah turned and looked at her, her eyes sparkling deviously. "Now I don't know what my destiny is," she said. "But I am glad to be here nevertheless... Even if I am stuck with a disobedient bitch like you."
Miley grinned playfully as Orllah moved towards her. She took her chin between her thumb and forefinger and tilted her head back before pressing her lips against hers. Miley melted into the kiss, the taste of Orllah's dark lips causing her body to ache with longing even as she strained against the ropes that bound her.
"Ahem..."
