Authoresses notes: This is the sequel to
Imperial Sex Exchange
. Jedi Jysella Horn & Myri Antilles, the daughters of Corran Horn & Wedge Antilles, are assigned to partner with an Imperial Security Officer. They quickly decide to spend most of their time having kinky sex with him, and each other! He responds by seeing how far he can push them into becoming Imperial Sluts!
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Colonel Drasi, Myri, and Jysella were in the Colonel's apartment, sitting at his bar, enjoying dinner. He was on the kitchen side, while their backs were to the main room. He had changed out of his uniform into a pair of comfortable dark gray pants, and a light gray undershirt. They were still wearing their issued uniforms, tight dark gray mini-dresses with built-in corsets, with the tops unzipped for a bit of comfort, exposing the top half of their breasts. Their comlinks cuffs were still maglocked around their wrists—Imperial on their right, Jedi on their left. Their towering glossy black stiletto heeled boots were still on their feet as well.
"So, ladies, I was thinking," Colonel Drasi began. "Why don't we get the two of you into some TIE-simulators?"
Jysella and Myri exchanged a glance. They had talked about that last week, right after Jysella had gone to that lifeday dinner with Colonel Drasi. They had decided that Jysella definitely shouldn't, in case the Empire had biometric sensors in the simulators, and learned something about Jedi they shouldn't. While Myri did get some combat simulator time in back home, she wasn't very interested doing it against Imperials.
"I thought you didn't want us flying simulators against the Imperial Navy's pilots, Sir?" Jysella asked with a polite smile, after she took a swallow of her wine.
"Not in any serious way," he replied with a dismissive shrug. "I definitely don't want every TIE jock in the system lining up to dogfight a Jedi and the daughter of Wedge Antilles. But, I was thinking I could log you into the network with some anonymous IDs, and just let you have some fun," he explained with a friendly smile.
"Are you talking about the rec room, Sir?" Jysella asked.
The station had a large rec room with a hundred or so recreational-grade simulators that served as a lounge for off-duty crewers, or anyone that wanted to have some fun. The simulators weren't even enclosed properly. They were just a seat with a wide screen in front, and basic controls.
"No, I was thinking of something more... private."
Jysella and Myri glanced at each other again.
"No thank you, Colonel," Myri answered between bites.
Colonel Drasi frowned a bit. "You two are pilots. Very good ones. You mean to tell me neither of you want to get a little simulator time in? Especially more time practicing in TIEs?"
"We're fine, Sir," Jysella responded. "We're just here for our mission."
"And sex," Myri added with an evil smirk. "At least I am."
Colonel Drasi couldn't help but grin back. "Well, that's a bit of what I was thinking of."
Jysella and Myri exchanged another glance with each other.
"You want to have sex in a simulator, Colonel?" Myri asked, skeptically as Jysella took a bite of her dinner.
"Not exactly," he responded with a chuckle. "I want to put you in simulators, anonymously, of course, flying against random pilots. You'll be in somewhat of a modified uniform underneath your flight suit, and receive certain rewards and punishments during the dogfights."
Now Myri was definitely intrigued, and she could tell that Jysella was too.
"What sort of punishments, Sir?" Myri inquired.
"That's a surprise," he told them with a smile. "You will be wearing your bondage collars though, and have vibrators in both your pussies, and asses."
This time Myri and Jysella glanced at each other, and exchanged grins. There was still one problem though.
"I might give it a shot, Sir," Myri told him. "But Jysella's gonna have to pass."
Jysella responded with an audible huff.
"And why is that?" he asked, glancing at Jysella, who was obviously disappointed with this.
"Well Sir, Myri and I talked about this a bit after the lifeday dinner we went to, and she believes that the Empire could monitor my biometrics during a simulator run, and gain knowledge of Jedi that may be used against us later," Jysella explained.
Colonel Drasi frowned in thought a moment. "I admit that is a fair suspicion, but I assure you, that will not happen." He paused, then added, "And that's very shrewd of you to anticipate that, Tech Antilles. You're a natural at this."
Myri raised her eyebrows, not at all taken in by his flattery. She didn't need him to tell her how good she was. She wasn't quite convinced of his assurances, but she knew that Jysella would use the Force to sense if there were danger.
"So you're going to have us fly simulators against Imperial pilots while wearing shock collars to punish us, and vibrators in our pussies and asses to reward us?" Jysella asked.
"That's about it," Colonel Drasi replied with an affirmative nod, as he raised his glass, then took a swallow of his wine.
"And we'll be flying with anonymous IDs, against whatever pilots happen to be logged into the simulator network at that time, Sir?" Myri asked.
"Correct," he responded.
"Won't they see us get in the simulators though, Sir? And figure out who we're flying as?"
"I've thought of that. I'll have two of our simulators moved to a secure room, by people that I trust. Then I'll borrow two simulators from the Navy, so the rest of our people won't notice we're short," he explained. "We don't have a lot of TIE simulators, so they would be missed."
"Sounds like fun, then, Colonel," Jysella said with a smile.
