Authoress's notes: The following story was strongly inspired by the work of the author Joe Doe. Please read and enjoy all of my stories.
Star Wars: Jedi Jaina Solo is. . . Arrested on Agamar!
Not too long after the Yuuzhan Vong War, on the planet Agamar. . .
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Jedi Knight Jaina Solo looked at the package that had just been delivered to her room with curiosity, and a little trepidation. She had only been on Agamar a few hours, but apparently someone had found her already. The package was addressed to her room, with no name.
She had come to Agamar to investigate claims that a rural constable was arresting attractive women on trumped-up charges and forcing them to perform back breaking physical labor as punishment. The main problem was that he was also allegedly forcing them to work nights as strippers and prostitutes. Apparently the poor women would spend ten or twelve hours a day on a chain gang, then another four to six dancing on a stage or flat on their backs with their legs spread for the local yokels.
Practically any reasonably attractive woman between the ages of eighteen and forty-five that passed through Constable Beaver's territory was arrested for the most trivial offenses. Littering was one of they more outrageous things that Jaina had seen on the list. Of course, every arrest included a full strip and cavity search. The New Republic had been conducting an investigation, but the the Yuuzhan Vong invasion created other priorities. Now the Jedi Order was trying to get things back on track.
Jaina reached out with the Force again to check for danger from the package. Then she carefully opened it. Inside she found a cheap datapad, and a silver durasteel collar. A divider underneath them hid whatever else was in the container.
She picked up the collar and examined it a few moments. It was about four centimeters tall, and perhaps five millimeters thick. In small print around the outside was
Property of Constable Phil Beavers, return for reward if found
. Phil Beavers was the Constable she was here to investigate, and locking tracking collars on his prisoners—only the attractive females ones—was another barbaric practice she was here to investigate. Jaina rolled her eyes at the sound of his name, set the collar down, and picked up the datapad. She turned it on and a message appeared.
Greetings, and welcome to Agamar, Jedi Jaina Solo. I understand that you've come to investigate our law enforcement practices hereabouts, particularly our rehabilitation policy towards young women that break the law on our part of the planet. Well, if you want a real inside look, then all you have to do is put on the little undercover outfit I've included, and just head out our way. I'm positive my officers will find you pretty quick; they've got a real eye for sexy girls like you.
Don't bother bringing any ID or credits. You won't need them in our women's jail. Of course, if you really want to bring some credits, that's fine. I'm sure one of my officers will use them for you while you're experiencing Agamar style justice.
Jaina rolled her eyes in annoyance. Another complaint the Jedi Order had gotten was that the Officers confiscated whatever valuables the women had on them when they were arrested, and never returned them. The message basically told her to bring credits for them to steal.
It'll probably take you a few weeks or so to conduct a proper investigation, so before you come out to see us, leave all those old Jedi robes and anything else you brought with the hotel's front desk. I'll have one of my officers come by and pick it up. Make sure that laser sword thing you Jedi carry around is off though. I wouldn't want my officer to get his arm cut off or something.
Now, I know I told you that my officers would find you pretty quick in the undercover outfit I sent you. Since you're from Coruscant though, you probably think we're just a bunch of dumb rimkin. Well, it's possible we might have some trouble catching a
Jedi
that wanted to evade justice, even in that outfit you'll be wearing. So to make sure you don't have to wait to long to start working off your debt to Agamar, why don't you go ahead and lock that tracking collar around that cute little neck of yours. You'll be wearing it for your
entire
investigation anyway.
Jaina was stunned by the message; and a little aroused. She sat the datapad and tracking collar down, and opened up the rest of the package, to see the
undercover
outfit they wanted her to wear.
First she pulled out a tiny, thin white tank top. Then a scandalously short blue micro-miniskirt with frayed edges where it had been cut off. Under that she found a tiny white g-string. Then about a dozen cheap plastex white bangle bracelets, and a dozen more in blue. Last there was a pair of crystal clear plastex sandals with probably fifteen-centimeter heels.
Jaina recognized the outfit. It was very similar to what the women were forced to wear while they served their time in Constable Beavers's jail. She picked up the tank top and held it against herself. It would barely come down to the bottom of her ribcage. The skirt didn't look like it would even cover her ass.
She had planned on swooping into the Constable's headquarters in her full Jedi robes, sending the officers into a panic. Constable Beavers himself would beg for mercy as he ordered his men to free all of the wrongfully convicted women. He would immediately resign, and Jaina would stay a few weeks to keep an eye on things, while the remaining officers catered to her. But if she did as the message suggested, she'd get a first-hand experience of what all the other women had gone through. Jaina squeezed her legs together in arousal.
Before she realized what she was doing, Jaina had stripped off her tunic. In less than a minute she was standing in her hotel room naked. She picked up the g-string an pulled it on. It was nothing more than a tiny triangle of thin cloth connected by three strings. It barely covered her pussy it was so small. Luckily she didn't have any hair down there.
Then Jaina stepped into the cut off micro-miniskirt and pulled it up her legs. To get it far enough down to cover most of her ass, she had to pull it low on her hips. Now the skirt sat so low that someone could easily pull it down completely. The strings of her panties were several centimeters above the top of the skirt.
Next Jaina pulled on the tiny white tank top. There was no bra. Her nipples were easily visible through the thin material. Just as she had suspected, the bottom of the shirt stopped about halfway between her breasts and her belly button, leaving about twenty-five centimeters of exposed skin between the tank top and tiny skirt.
Jaina squeezed her legs together with arousal. Then she strapped the towering high heels onto her feet. Next she slid the bangle bracelets onto her wrists, alternating white and blue on each wrist. While the top and skirt were far too revealing for her tastes, she actually liked the bracelets, and heels. As Jaina looked at herself in the mirror, she knew that this was what she would be wearing when she went to see Constable Beavers. Then she picked up the tracking collar, and quickly closed it around her neck. It locked with a magnetic 'click.' Jaina took a moment to check herself out in the mirror, and decided that she sort of liked the dull silver collar too.
Except for the tracking device and 'Property of Phil Beavers' printed on the side, that is.
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A couple of hours later, in a small, rural town on Agamar. . .
Jaina climbed out of the taxi and tugged her tiny micro-skirt down nervously. That pulled the top of it down a couple of more centimeters. She looked around for one of Agamar's finest to swoop in and arrest her for something or another. They wouldn't have to look very hard. She was only a few dozen meters from the Constable's headquarters.
"Hey sexy!" someone said from behind her. "You've got a great ass. What's your name so I can ask for you tonight at the strip club?"
Jaina turned and saw a middle-aged, overweight man wearing farmer's coveralls leering at her. That was another part of of the complaints. The women would be harassed by the locals, and if they tried to do anything but meekly accept the lewd comments, they were promptly arrested. Even reporting the harassment to the police resulted in the woman be arrested and strip-searched!
