Authoress's notes: The following story takes place during the Yuuzhan Vong War, on the planet Duro. It is the seventh Star Wars story I have written, and while it is not a sequel nor prequel to any of the others, all my Star Wars stories do work together. I hope you read all of my stories, and enjoy them. Please leave me feedback, public or via email.
Opening Crawl:
Due to an infestation of Yuuzhan Vong naotebe winglings, the refugees of Settlement 32 on the planet Duro have to be decontaminated before being allowed into Gateway Dome.
Jaina Solo, Rogue Squadron pilot and Jedi, temporarily half-blind after going extra-vehicular during a space battle, has come to Settlement 32 to recover, and has to go through the decontamination process.
Star Wars: Decontamination on Duro
Who designed this system? Jaina Solo thought in dismay.
First, back in the hangar, the automated decontamination system had stripped Jaina, along with all the other refugees from Settlement 32, stark naked. Then, while Jaina was struggling not to stumble into anyone with her poor eyesight, a big durasteel clamp had grabbed her around the waist and whisked her away from the other refugees. After that, a medical droid offered her 'something to help her get through the decontamination process,' then gave her a painful shot in her left butt cheek.
Currently Jaina was being suspended about a meter off the floor, hanging in an upright spread-eagle position. Each of her splayed wrists and ankles was held by a durasteel clamp on the end of a robotic arm.
"Please close your eyes, gentlebeing," the pleasant, androgynous computer voice said just before dumping a thick, foul-smelling liquid over her head.
Then Jaina felt something being sprayed over the rest of her body. She started to panic when she felt a burning sensation on her head, but quickly realized that the liquid was just removing her hair. Then a slightly weaker burning sensation started on the rest of her body, including her crotch, causing Jaina to cringe in pain as her brunette bush fell away.
Intellectually, Jaina had known the decontamination process included total hair removal. Emotionally though . . . Jaina tried to run through a Jedi calming exercise as she imagined what her now-bald mound looked like. She would have tried to take a peek through the foul-smelling liquid, but with her compromised vision, she wouldn't have been able to see anyway.
After a minute or so with the foul-smelling liquid on her, Jaina gasped in shock as dozens of simultaneous blasts of icy-cold water hit her, rinsing the stuff, and the last strands of her hair, away.
"Please close your eyes, gentlebeing," the pleasant voice said again.
Then, a different, even fouler-smelling liquid was sprayed over her entire body. As soon as the spraying stopped, Jaina felt harsh brushes scrubbing her skin, practically taking off the first layer.
Luckily for the hapless refugees, the shot they received at the beginning of the decontamination process included a strong pain-killer, which Jaina certainly appreciated at this point. Idly, she wondered why there weren't other refugees nearby, being decontaminated.
When the stiff bristles hit her nipples, Jaina flinched, more in shock than pain. The computer responded quickly, closing the durasteel clamp around her waist again, keeping her immobile.
Next a round, softer-bristled brush pushed several centimeters into her freshly smooth pussy, causing Jaina to gasp in shock. She weakly tried to pull out of the waist clamp's grasp. The brush started spinning, and Jaina moaned in pleasure. Even with the pain-killers, the spinning brush got her more than a little aroused. After about thirty seconds, the still spinning brush pulled out with a 'plop,' causing Jaina to gasp in frustration.
The computer went back to the stiffer-bristled brush for the next part.
Even with the pain-killers, the stiff-bristled brush being shoved up her asshole caused Jaina to scream in shock. Still, the durasteel waist clamp held her fast. Fifteen seconds with a stiff bristled brush spinning in her ass felt like hours to the young Human.
Ever since the ordeal had begun, Jaina had tried to use the Force to get control of the situation. But with the speed of the process, the Force-presence of several thousand emotionally-charged refugees interfering with her concentration, her compromised vision, and the general lethargy from the pain-killers, Jedi Solo was unable to perform the feat.
Simultaneously the brush was pulled out of her ass and the waist clamp taken away. As soon as the clamp was clear, another blast of icy-cold water hit her, causing Jaina to let out another gasp of shock.
