Disclaimer: This story is based on Lana Beniko, from the Bioware game Star Wars: The Old Republic. It follows on from the previous story as Lana continues to explore her more sexual passions. Please note, it takes a while to get to the sex, sorry about that!
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Part 2 - Slavers and Slaves
The sun shone bright in the cloudless blue sky, pushing temperatures to a mere ten below zero. This was what passed for summer on Hoth, and while the air remained as frigid as ever, the light reflected brilliantly off the plains of snow, and caused the glaciers to sparkle.
Down the centre of a wide valley a lone speeder hurtled towards distant cliffs. A single figure sat astride the elongated GSI EMP Explorer, blonde hair and green cape whipping about behind her as she pressed on. She was Lana Beniko, Sith Lord, and she was on the hunt for something special.
She guided her speeder over a bridge of ice, unperturbed by the chasm that plunged down beneath her. Heading onwards, Lana angled up a slope, seeking a way past the cliffs and into the snow-covered peaks beyond. She reached out with the Force, sensing the correct route out of the myriad ways that wound their way through the Hoth wilderness. Selecting the right one, Lana went on.
Up and up she went, between rocky outcroppings and past snow drifts. Glancing down, Lana checked a scanner on her wrist. She had been tracking a Phond crystal formation, seeking to upgrade her lightsaber. She was close now, both the scanner and the Force confirmed it. Expectantly, Lana rounded a bend and reached her goal.
Sort of.
"Blast," She cursed under her breath as she brought the speeder to a halt. Before her was a natural hot spring, located beneath an overhang of snow and ice. The heat of the water met the cold air and mist hung all around. Lana did not need to check the scanner to realise that the Phond crystals she sought were underwater.
She sighed. It was a long way back to Frostwake Outpost and she could not be sure that this clear weather would hold. No, if she wanted the crystals she had to do it now.
Lana shut down the speeder and stepped off it. Willing the Force into her body to keep her warm, she began to strip. Hoth was a wasteland, and even without the Force she was confident that she was alone.
Off came her cloak and gloves, then outer clothes, and her boots and socks. Bare feet and toes sank into the soft snow, sending shivers through her. Next Lana removed her undershirt, and it was the turn of her sumptuous breasts to be exposed, nipples turning hard as a chill wind blew past. Lastly she pulled off her trousers and underpants, exposing her shapely ass and blonde-haired pussy to the elements. She was a nude vision of perfection, with flawless milky-white skin and an athletically toned body.
Lana opened the storage compartment on her speeder and took out a small cutting tool, its tiny laser blade fortunately geared to work underwater. Then placing her clothes (and lightsaber) in the speeder, Lana turned and strode nude towards the hot spring. The air warmed significantly as she approached, making her bare skin tingle pleasantly. Lana took a moment to savour the sensation, and then stepped into the water.
The intense heat of the spring came as a shock, but Lana endured it and lowered herself down into the pool. She felt her skin flush and redden as she submerged, and after a few moments she had adapted to the heat, welcoming it. It was the first time since she had been stationed on Hoth that the cold was completely dispelled from her body.
Taking a deep breath, the naked Sith plunged down, the clear mountain water offering her a view down to the bottom of the pool, which went from shallow on the outside to very deep in the centre. She swam down, her finely honed athletic body as adept at swimming as fighting, and saw the pale orange cluster of crystals nestled among the rocks below. Lana went to it, and began using the cutting laser to begin harvesting the crystals.
The Force allowed her to make her body far more efficient, making the oxygen in her lungs last longer and enabling her to stay underwater for a solid four minutes. This was just enough time to get a handful of crystals, and then she began swimming back up.
Lana broke the surface, gasping as she did so. She breathed deep of the air, but coughed as its cold hit the back of her throat. Reaching the edge of the pool, Lana dragged herself up, sweeping her soaking blonde hair back from her face and feeling the cold against her bare skin even more keenly than before. From the heat of the pool to the freezing wind was horrible, but Lana forced herself to endure as a Sith should, drawing on the Force to strengthen her.
Only then did she realise that she was not alone. So focused was she on the task at hand that she had allowed someone to sneak up on her, no doubt drawn by the energy signature of her speeder. Standing between her and it was a tall Mirialan, a green-skinned humanoid with tattoos down the side of his face. From his rustic garb he looked like a pirate or salvager, and not a Republic soldier. The Mirialan was flanked by two combat droids, and he leered at her dripping wet naked form.
"Well, what have we here?" He said, running dark eyes up her gorgeous body as his droid escorts levelled their guns at Lana.
Lana, refusing to give in to embarrassment (a form of fear in her mind, and she feared nothing), put her fists on her hips and glowered at the man. "Leave," She commanded, "Now. I am a Lord of the Sith, and I give you just one chance to depart alive."
The Mirialan shook his head, though his eyes remained glued to her ample tits and her cold-hardened nipples. "Nah, I don't think so. A rare skinny-dipping nudist Sith? No such thing. All you are is lone little lady, and you are going to look so damn good with a slave collar on!"
Lana glanced over the Mirialan's shoulder, to his speeder parked nearby. The large vehicle, a four-person model, had a large array of weapons and equipment strapped to it. A blue-skinned Twi'lek sat restrained and alone in the co-pilot's seat, a shock collar around her neck. The alien, with her species distinctive head-tails, had dark purple eyes that were carefully watching the spectacle nearby.
Lana concluded that the Mirialan was clearly a slaver, and while she had no issues with slavery (quite common in the Sith Empire), she was certainly against becoming a victim of it.
"So be it," She said, and called on the Force.
The two droids rose into the air, weapons firing wildly as their computer minds tried to process what was happening. With a gesture Lana slammed them into each other with enough force to destroy both instantly, and dropped the entangled mess of scrap to the ground. Turning on the now-terrified Mirialan, she reached out with the Force and grabbed him by the throat, dragging him close.
"Plea...se!" He gasped as he fell at her bare feet, "Don't... kill me!"
Lana was in no mood for games or delays, and would have been content to just end his life then and there, but for the sudden reaction of his Twi'lek slave.
