Authoress's notes: The following story takes place soon after the conclusion of
Legacy of the Force
. This is the 10th Star Wars story that I have written. Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email.
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A few hours later Seventy-Two woke up, well rested and horny. The music was still playing softly. Even serving just the Officers of the
Admiral Daala
—and she shared that duty—she was routinely fucked at least a dozen times a day. Then she noticed the faint message light on her comlink.
It was from Admiral Garowyn, instructing her that she could perform her ProCorps duties while she wasn't busy with Syal. Seventy-Two smiled at Admiral Garowyn's concern for her. She knew that she would be very horny after so long without sex.
Seventy-Two, on the other hand, was mostly concerned about the morale of the Imperial Officers who fucked her regularly, especially Admiral Garowyn.
Conscious of Syal asleep less than a meter away, Seventy-Two slipped out of her bed and walked to the 'fresher. She barely even noticed the fifteen centimeter heels on her feet.
After using the 'fresher, Seventy-Two stepped over to her computer terminal and made a reservation for an open ProCorps room for the next four hours. Then she silently shut down the terminal, and slipped into her closet to change.
Five minutes or so later, Seventy-Two stepped back into her room, wearing her durasteel corset again. Over that she was wearing the tight black PVC coat that ProCorps troopers wore to stay decent when out in public. Out of curiosity she stepped over to the enviro-controls and turned the lights on to their lowest setting, to see how Syal was doing. She was sound asleep, resting on her side, with both forearms and hands hanging off the edge of the bed.
Seventy-Two knew that she really shouldn't do it, but she just couldn't resist. She quickly walked back to her closet, and grabbed a set of binders off their hook on the left wall.
Then she stepped back into the room and smiled up at one of the holocameras while holding up the binders. Next she walked over and knelt next to Syal's wrists, which were almost the perfect distance apart, and carefully closed the binders on them.
She only had to move her right arm a few centimeters to get the binders locked shut around her sleeping friend's wrists. As Seventy-Two did this, she fantasized about Syal being a Rebel spy, and she was arresting her. She left the binders a little loose, so hopefully they wouldn't wake her up before she got back. Then Seventy-Two smiled up at the holocameras one more time, turned off the light and walked out.
Seventy-Two arrived at the ProCorps room to find Ensign Davves, one of her regulars, already there waiting on her.
"Hey baby, I was so happy when I saw that you were available," he said enthusiastically.
"And I was so glad to be available," Seventy-Two replied as she stripped off her coat and tossed it over a pouf-chair. "Especially for you, Lieutenant," she added with a wink. He, like quite a few other Officers, liked her to call them by a higher rank than they had actually earned. In fact, one Lieutenant Commander liked to be referred to as
Grand Admiral
.
Seventy-Two had been trained to make every Imperial feel like they were her favorite. It was part of the 'morale' component of her mission. Even the most incompetent Officer would feel great after a little time with a ProCorps trooper.
Since Ensign Davves had only paid for fifteen minutes, he quickly stripped off his own civilian clothes. Then Seventy-Two stood still while he ran his ID chit over the scanner on the front of her chastity belt.
As soon as she pulled the belt off, Ensign Davves grabbed her arm and practically dragged her to the bed. She eagerly fell onto her back and spread her legs wide. He obliged her by climbing up and plunging is already rock-hard cock in to her pussy.
The sex was nothing more that straight, hard fucking. Less than ten minutes later, Seventy-Two felt him tense, and shoot his load into her. She screamed out as she matched his orgasm with her own.
Ensign Davves rested a couple of minutes, then rolled off her and started getting dressed. Meanwhile, Seventy-Two climbed off the bed and headed to the 'fresher to clean up. When she came out a couple of minutes later, he was gone. His absence, or the fact that he hadn't even said bye didn't bother her at all. Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 was just happy to be able to serve.
Suddenly, her comlink, chrono, and most importantly, chastity belt all started beeping insistently. That meant she had sixty seconds to get the belt back on, or face a fine and punishment. Seventy-Two quickly ran over—she was quite used to towering high heels and could run surprisingly fast in them—and picked up her chastity belt off the floor. Seconds later, she had it locked into place.
Then Seventy-Two started tiding up the room, in anticipation of her next appointment. A few minutes later the door chimed with another client.
"Well Hello, Lieutenant Diirkson," she greeted him with a smile as he came in.
"Hey Ellie, we've got to hurry, I'm on my stimcaf break," he replied as he started undressing.
Three and a half hours and ten satisfied Officers later, a very happy and well-fucked Seventy-Two headed back towards her quarters. As she stepped into the turbolift she glanced at her chrono. She still had nearly two hours until she had to report for duty.
Smiling, Seventy-Two held her crotch against the scanner by her door. As it opened, she caught a glimpse of Syal sitting up on the bed, frantically pulling the covers over her body with her still-cuffed hands.
"Jaina!" Syal screamed as she clutched the blanket to her chest. Her panic was obvious. "What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Um, this is my room," Seventy-Two responded to the ridiculous question. "What are you doing?" she asked as she walked over to the side of the bed near Syal. The special music was still playing softly.
"Um, um . . . Hey! How did these get on me!?" she asked, still agitated. She held up her cuffed wrists to display the binders, letting the blanket fall to her waist.
Seventy-Two sat down on the edge of the bed, less than arm's length from her. Syal responded by trying to scoot away. "Oh, sorry about that. You were sleeping on your side, with your arms hanging over the edge of the bed, and I just couldn't help myself," Seventy-Two explained. "Do you want me to take them off?" she asked cautiously.
"Oh, um, no, its alright. Its just that I woke up, and there they were, and I couldn't get them off," Syal replied.
"So you like them?" Seventy-Two asked with a smile as she leaned closer to Syal. Then she caught a familiar scent. The scent of an aroused woman. When Seventy-Two had first seen her frantically trying to cover herself up, she had suspected. The scent confirmed it. Syal had been masturbating!
"Um. . . sorta," Syal replied tentatively.
Seventy-Two smiled as she pulled off her coat and tossed it on the bed. Her corset only served to display her tits, throwing Syal further off balance. "Do you want to try on some more then?" she asked. "Or do you want to borrow one of my vibes?" she asked conspiratorially.
"What? No!" Syal shouted in reply. Then she paused and leaned forward. "You mean you have more binders?" she asked as she looked down at the ones around her wrists.
Seventy-Two grinned back. "I have all sorts of things you'll like. Come on!" she exclaimed as she grabbed Syal by her binders and dragged her towards the closet.
"Jaina! Wait!" Syal shouted as she tried to keep from falling off the bed.
Seventy-Two ignored her protests, and kept pulling her towards the closet. Then she glanced back, and saw that Syal was naked from the waist down. Her pussy was glistening. "Ooh, looks like you had some fun," Seventy-Two she said as she turned on the light in the closet.
On the right side and back wall of the walk-in closet were Seventy-Two's uniforms, and a wide assortment of costumes for entertaining. Since being posted to the
Daala
, she was assigned exclusively to Officers, who often wanted more than just a straight fuck.
Low shelves ran underneath, with nearly two dozen pairs of shoes and boots lined up neatly on them. The left wall had waist-high drawers along most of it. The drawers were filled with all manner of clothing, lingerie, and sex-toys, not that Syal could see inside them.
Above the wall-length set of drawers were dozens of pegs and hooks, with a sampling of restraints and related bondage gear, along with some implements of discipline. Most of the restraints were custom-sized for Seventy-Two.
A set of shelves was at the end of the drawers, with other restraints, sex-toys, and odds-and-ends that Seventy-Two used in her duties. Or just for fun.
Syal stood there staring at it all, only wearing her undershirt and the binders. Seventy-Two took advantage of her distraction by pulling a thick nerfhide collar off the wall, and brought it up to her neck.
"Hey!" Syal said in mild surprise.
"Relax," Seventy-Two replied as she locked the seven-centimeter wide collar around her neck.
Then, as Syal ran her cuffed hands along the front of the collar, Seventy-Two reached up and unlocked the binder on her left wrist.
"Wait," Syal protested mildly as Seventy-Two spun her around and pulled both arms behind her back, and locked her wrists back together.
Seventy-Two stepped in close, and put her left hand on the small of Syal's back. Her right hand went under her tank top and caressed her just below her breasts. "You look sooooo sexy like this, Syal," Seventy-Two cooed into her ear.
"Jaina!" Syal said incredulously as she weakly tried to pull away.
"Call me Seventy-Two," she answered as she began kissing her neck and cheek insistently.
"Seventy-Two?" Syal asked, losing the battle and the will to tear herself away.
