Authoress's notes: The following story is a sequel to
Return to Trigalis
. Lieutenant Stormie Kintra and Jedi Ta'tan'ia have been teamed up, after the Jedi Order and Imperial Security decide to have some of their people work together.
During their first encounter, on the Planet Trigalis, Stormie betrayed and kidnapped Ta'tan'ia, intending to deliver her to Admiral Daala. Admiral Daala's evil scientist wiped the betrayal and kidnapping from Ta'tan'ia's mind, made her trusting towards Lt. Kintra, and added in some minor body modifications with the aim of turning Ta'tan'ia into a more willing sex slave. Stormie hasn't told Ta'tan'ia any of this, of course, and doesn't plan to. Ta'tan'ia though, has settled into the familiar shackles of submission, and is enjoying herself, even if she is still a bit unsettled, for reasons she can't quite figure out.
Star Wars: Partners in Sex
Several days into Ta'tan'ia and Stormie Kintra's partnership
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Jedi Knight Ta'tan'ia strutted back into the cockpit in her fifteen centimeter plastex heels. Besides the heels, she was wearing a tight black tank top and short-shorts. Underneath the shorts, her beskar chastity belt was locked in place, as was her beskar collar, and her chrono and comlink cuffs, the latter three of which were all permanent. A nerfhide panel gag covered the lower half of her face, locked to her head harness.
She paused near the pilot's chair, and set Lieutenant Kintra's water in the cup holder. Then she stepped over to the co-pilot's seat, and carefully sat down, wincing a little as she did. Her ass still hurt from the cropping Stormie had given her a little bit ago. And the paddling a while before that.
They had been partners for about a week now—since that business on Trigalis with the Zoloz. Ta'tan'ia had quickly found herself going along with pretty much whatever Stormie wanted, at least when it didn't affect one of their missions. Like former Chief-of-State Daala, Lieutenant Kintra preferred her in bondage most of the time. Luckily Ta'tan'ia enjoyed being in bondage a lot as well. Stormie had mentioned getting some more restraints and stuff for her, but so far they hadn't had a chance to get much of anything.
Currently, they were on approach to Baros III, or more precisely, the space station orbiting Baros III. While they were refueling on the stop, they were really just taking a break from the ship for a few hours, before heading into the Empire for their first mission there. At the moment, Stormie was getting docking instructions from Baros space control.
"That what you're planning on wearing on the station?" Stormie asked, glancing over towards her with a smile.
Ta'tan'ia just gave her a knowing look in return. She knew she'd have plenty of time to change before they docked.
Once they'd received final instructions, and Stormie programmed the autopilot, they went back to her cabin to change.
After stripping off her tank top and short-shorts, Ta'tan'ia tapped the front of her chastity belt, and grunted questioningly towards Stormie.
"That's definitely staying on, Jedi," she replied as she got dressed. "You gave me control of it for a week, and I'm keeping that purple pussy of yours locked up tight."
Ta'tan'ia had expected that. She just smiled underneath her nerfhide gag, and picked up her bodysuit.
By the time they docked, Ta'tan'ia had changed into her armored black bodysuit, and wedge-heeled boots. Instead of her usual chest and thigh harnesses, she just had a nerfhide belt around her waist, with her lightsaber horizontal across the small of her back. Her gray cloak with three-quarter length sleeves went over the body suit, hiding her lightsaber. Underneath the bodysuit she was still wearing her beskar chastity belt. Her collar, chrono, and comlink cuffs were maglocked around her neck and wrists as well. She was also still gagged, but she didn't plan on wearing that on the station.
Stormie was wearing a lighter gray jumpsuit, with an assortment of pockets, and black nerfhide boots. Her durasteel comlink was maglocked around her left wrist. Neither of them would look out of place on a space station, other than Ta'tan'ia's beskar collar and wrist cuffs.
Just before they left Stormie's cabin, Ta'tan'ia grunted, and gestured for her to unlock her gag.
"You want a scarf or something to hide this," Stormie said, reaching up and tugging on the gag. "I've got a black half-mask you can wear over it. No one will be able to tell. It'll just give you a more dangerous look."
Ta'tan'ia grunted again, and shook her head.
"If you need to say anything, you can just message me, and I'll decide if it's important enough to be said," Stormie explained with an evil smile.
Ta'tan'ia grunted yet again, and stamped her foot expectantly.
Stormie chuckled a moment, then tapped her comlink a couple of times.
Once Stormie had released the hidden maglocks, Ta'tan'ia quickly pulled the thick nerfhide panel gag away from her mouth. She tossed it on the desk, the dildo slick with her saliva.
"Clean that, and put it away," Stormie told her, tapping her boot expectantly and gesturing towards the gag.
Ta'tan'ia stared back at her a few heartbeats, then obediently replied, "Yes Lieutenant," as she stepped over and retrieved the cock gag.
"And hurry up, Jedi," Stormie called as she left the cabin.
Ta'tan'ia caught up with her on the dock as she was confirming their refueling arrangements with a maintenance droid.
"I think we need to get you some clothes," Stormie commented as they headed away from the ship. "You can't wear that bodysuit every time we go somewhere."
"I don't," Ta'tan'ia countered. Then she realized it was pretty much all she had that was suitable for wear in public. "I guess we can go pick up some things," she admitted.
"Do they even let you Jedi wear regular clothes?" Stormie asked her as they entered the station's main promenade.
There were at least several dozen beings nearby, with hundreds more further down the promenade. Quite a few glanced towards them as they emerged from their docking slip, and most of those kept staring when they saw that they were both attractive women.
Ta'tan'ia pondered the question a moment. She had never really bought clothes. She had worn Jedi robes growing up, and then switched to the more fetishy versions of them right after Master Jaina had started wearing them—just before she took over as the Chief of State's Jedi liaison. Then Chief Daala had told her what to wear at pretty much all times, down to her chastity belt. Since then she mostly wore an armored bodysuit when she was on a mission, and a fetishy version of Jedi robes at the Temple. While she was in her room, she preferred a tank top or sports-bra with tight short-shorts and her plastex heels... and her collar and wrist cuffs, of course.
"Most of us wear Jedi Robes," Ta'tan'ia explained diplomatically, ignoring the stares. "Or combat suits, when the situation dictates." She quickly employed a Jedi technique to dispel some of the attention.
"And chastity belts," Stormie added with a sly smile, reaching out and patting the front of Ta'tan'ia's bodysuit, just above her crotch.
"That's different," the blushing Twi'lek answered, looking around in embarrassment.
Stormie chuckled, and said, "Well, I'm sure I can find something I'll like you in." She scanned her eyes down her body, then added, "Something that goes with your collar."
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Just as they found a store that catered to spacers, and looked to have a decent selection of clothes, an average looking man in his mid-thirties intercepted them.
He introduced himself as Officer Sindur of Baros Station Security, and took them to the Station's Security Force's second in command. Major Ralls told them that there was a ship docked at the station that they believed was smuggling for the Hutts, and asked for Ta'tan'ia's help as a Jedi. He explained that the planetary Governor and Station Commander weren't keen on the Jedi though, so Ta'tan'ia would need to ask them for assistance—at least officially.
The ship was docked while its hull was being repaired. After sensing hundreds of beings in intense fear on board the ship, Ta'tan'ia contacted Master Horn. To her surprise, he simply told her to put one of Lieutenant Kintra's tracking devices on the ship, and that the Galactic Alliance would intercept it later.
Major Ralls agreed that that was probably for the best, as he didn't want a battle near the station, and the security force was geared more towards customs enforcement than tactical ship entries. Lieutenant Kintra provided the tracking device, and then she and Ta'tan'ia disguised themselves as two of the repair techs working on the ship's hull in order to plant it.
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Once that mission was complete, Major Ralls wanted to treat them to dinner. Stormie didn't want to, but Ta'tan'ia insisted, for politeness's sake. Ta'tan'ia suspected she'd be punished later.
The food at the restaurant Major Ralls chose was okay at best, and she could tell that Stormie didn't care for it, but Ta'tan'ia had never been picky about what she ate. Major Ralls wasn't much of a conversationalist though. Even when he'd first told them about the suspicious ship, he seemed... pompous. With no mission to plan, he was even more unlikable.
He also invited Officer Sindur along. When he'd first met them, he was a bit star-struck at meeting a Jedi. Now though he was only interested in alternating between hitting on Ta'tan'ia and Lieutenant Kintra. Neither of them were interested, although Stormie was more obvious about it. Ta'tan'ia was pretty sure she'd be punished once they got back to the ship.
"Fifty-two minutes," Stormie commented in obvious annoyance once they'd left the restaurant.
