Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia II, Chapter 4
Rating: NC-17 / Slash (f/f)

Bethany Handcuff

"Yeah," Ta'tan'ia answered after taking another deep breath. "And she wants me to move into DP's apartment, so I can't train or spend time with everyone."

"Kriffin Nerve Burner," Kani responded. Then she turned her head to look directly at Ta'tan'ia. "You aren't going to do it, are you?" she asked.

Ta'tan'ia sighed again. "I don't want too," she answered. "But I don't know how I'm going to tell Chief Daala no."

Kani set her hand on her thigh. "Well you have to," she declared. "We can't lose you to that evil woman!"

Ta'tan'ia couldn't help but smile back at her. "Thanks," she answered as she leaned over and gave her a hug. "I'll do my best."

"You'd better," Kani replied as they stood up. "It's bad enough she keeps you locked in that chastity belt," she said as they headed for the exit. "Master Durron should be the one controlling that," she added with a smile as they walked entered the corridor.

"Yeah," Ta'tan'ia agreed with her own smile. She knew she was lucky to have such great friends. She hoped Chief Daala didn't force her to choose between them and her.

Ta'tan'ia headed to her room and took a quick sanisteam. Then she cuffed herself, and went to bed.

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The next morning Ta'tan'ia woke up a moment before the alarms in her chrono and comlink went off. As soon as the alarms began, she typed the deactivation code — I serve Chief of State Daala — into the comlink. The alarms stopped, and the maglocks connecting her chrono and comlink weakened enough for her to pull them apart, as did the shackles on her ankles.

Ta'tan'ia put her ankle shackles and the short chain that was connecting her wrists into her nightstand drawer. As she sat up, she pulled off her black tank top with the Chief of State's Seal over her left breast, and slid her feet into the fifteen centimeter high clear plastex heels that she kept by her bedside. Then she stepped over to her dresser, where she had laid out her gym outfit the night before.

A minute later Ta'tan'ia was wearing her skimpy sports bra and hot pants in Galactic Alliance Blue. The Chief of State's official Seal was over her left breast, and the words Galactic Alliance were printed across the back of the hot pants in black lettering. Ta'tan'ia was also wearing black gym shoes with fifteen centimeter wedge heels. The heels were new, Ta'tan'ia had gotten them to replace her old ones that only had ten centimeter high heels.

The waist belt and top few centimeters of the crotch of her beskar chastity belt were visible above the waistband of her hot pants. Her beskar tracking collar, chrono, and comlink were visible as well. Ta'tan'ia was also wearing her flexible durasteel head harness with the Chief of State's Seal centered on her forehead.

Once she was dressed, Ta'tan'ia headed to the Temple's gym to workout. An hour later she headed back to her room for a quick sanisteam. Then she got dressed in her ProCorps-inspired Jedi robes. As she left for Chief Daala's offices, she grabbed a blumfruit muffin from one of the refectories to eat on the way.

Just before zero-six-thirty, Ta'tan'ia arrived at the Executive Building. She passed through security, and went to Chief Daala's reception area.

Since DP was on vacation, Ta'tan'ia didn't get shackled by one of Chief Daala's YVH droids to await Her Excellency's arrival. Instead she immediately went to work sending messages reconfirming Chief Daala's appointments for the day, and various other secretarial duties. Ta'tan'ia actually missed spending an hour or so cuffed and shackled on her knees every morning. It was a great way to meditate on the Force.

When Chief Daala arrived Ta'tan'ia greeted her with a fresh cup of caf. She also gave her a copy of her schedule for the day, and Madhi's latest story. Chief Daala thanked her absently, then headed into her office. Ta'tan'ia settled down at DP's receptionist' desk, and continued her work.

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Awhile later Chief Daala called Ta'tan'ia into her office. Ta'tan'ia quickly checked her appearance as she got up from her desk. A moment later, she opened the door between the reception area and the Chief of State's office proper.

"How may I serve you, Your Excellency?" Ta'tan'ia asked as she approached her desk. She came to a stop about a meter in front of it, and assumed parade rest.

Chief Daala ignored her a few moments as she worked at her computer.

"Tell me DJ," she finally began. "Why were you in one of the Temple's training rooms last night?" she asked as she leaned back in her chair.

"Um, I was training, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered truthfully, if incompletely.

"I see," Chief Daala replied with a thoughtful nod. "And just what sort of training were you doing?"

Ta'tan'ia ran through a quick Jedi calming exercise. "Combat training, Your Excellency," she answered.

Chief Daala raised an eyebrow as she stared back at her.

The Twi'lek could sense she was waiting for something else. "With a lightsaber," she added after a few heartbeats.

"I see," Chief Daala said again. Then she deliberately glanced at the display case on her right, and Ta'tan'ia's lightsaber. "And just where did you get a lightsaber DJ? I thought you turned it over to your Chief of State until I decide that you needed it?" she asked, with a hint of distress.

Ta'tan'ia sighed. "I borrowed it, Your Excellency," she admitted.

"I see," Chief Daala said a third time. "So you've been using a lightsaber even after I specifically expressed my desire that you not participate in any combat training at all, much less lightsaber training, and you've been deliberately misleading me about it."

Ta'tan'ia ran through a Jedi calming exercise. While she didn't think she had deliberately misled her, she had come pretty close. "Yes, Your Excellency," she answered truthfully. "And I'm sorry, Your Excellency," she added contritely. She was frantically trying to think of a way to continue her lightsaber training as well.

Chief Daala stared at her several seconds. "I don't just expect you to obey me while I'm watching you DJ," she began. "I expect you to obey me at all times. And that means obeying my wishes, not just my express orders. Is that understood?"

Ta'tan'ia ran through another Jedi calming exercise. She could sense that Chief Daala was genuinely upset. "Yes, Your Excellency," she answered obediently. Inside, Ta'tan'ia was dismayed. She loved training.

"If my Jedi liaison is lying to me and flaunting my authority, what kind of example does that set for the other Jedi? What if Madhi Vaandt or Javis Tyrr found out? How would that look in the holonews?"

Ta'tan'ia had no idea how to respond to that. Most of the Jedi flaunted Chief Daala's authority as much as possible.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied. "I'll try to be a better example to the other Jedi for you."

"Good," Chief Daala replied with a nod. "Now tell me DJ, do the other Jedi who turned their lightsabers over to me borrow others to train with as well?"

"Um, no, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia responded, hoping she would change the subject. She really didn't want to lie to her, but she wasn't about to tell her that most of them had built new lightsabers, so they didn't need to borrow one train.

Chief Daala answered with an harrumph, clearly unconvinced. "Since I can't trust you at the Jedi Temple, you will move into the Executive Building immediately," she informed her.

Ta'tan'ia's eyes went wide with shock. "Please don't make me do that, Your Excellency," she pleaded. "I promise I won't touch a lightsaber again."

"I know you won't, DJ," Chief Daala replied with a superior smile. "Because you will be here with me."

"Please let me stay at the Temple, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia begged. "I promise I'll make it up to you some other way." Ta'tan'ia was confident that Master Durron could make her relent, but she didn't want to take it to that.

"You will make it up to me by living in the Executive Building," Chief Daala responded firmly.

"Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied obediently. Then she paused a moment. "May I get my things from the Temple, and inform Master Durron of your decision?" she asked.

Now Chief Daala paused a moment. "We will inform Master Durron together," Chief Daala answered. "I wouldn't want him to think I was holding you against your will. And I will provide whatever you need while you are here."

"Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied after a moments' hesitation. She had hoped to be able to talk to Master Durron alone while she was getting her stuff, but it was clear that Chief Daala wasn't going to give her the chance. "Actually Your Excellency, the beskar shackles you got for me are in my nightstand drawer," she pointed out. "And I'd like my clear plastex heels I wear around my room."

"Well, I suppose so," Chief Daala acknowledged as she activated her holoprojector. "I like you in your shackles, and they were pretty expensive." Then she paused a moment. "Why don't you send the list to Jedi Asari, and she can bring them to you?"

Ta'tan'ia thought about that a second. "Okay, Your Excellency," she replied.

Chief Daala nodded her head in approval. A few moments later acting Grand Master Kyp Durron's hologram appeared half-a-meter high on her enormous desk.

"Good morning Your Excellency," he greeted her politely. "What can I do for you today?"

"Master Durron," Chief Daala replied. Then she smiled, and gestured for Ta'tan'ia to step into the holofield. "Ta'tan'ia has decided to stay at the Executive Building with me for a while. She will send Jedi Asari a list of things she needs. Please have her bring them over as soon as you can arrange it."

Ta'tan'ia noticed that she said stay for a while instead of move in.

Kyp glanced at Ta'tan'ia, who was standing quietly behind Chief Daala's shoulder. "I see," he replied after a moment. "Forgive me for saying so, but I don't think that is for the best, Your Excellency. I need to confer with the Jedi Order's liaison to the Chief of State's office on a daily basis."

"Which you can do over the comlink I have provided to her," Chief Daala responded effortlessly.

The one you monitor and can control , Ta'tan'ia thought to herself.

"When Syal returns from Bastion, I should be able to let her move back to the Jedi Temple, but until then, I need her with me full time," Chief Daala explained

Ta'tan'ia was surprised at how smooth that sounded. Still, she doubted she was serious about letting her move back to the Temple anytime soon.

Kyp paused a moment, considering that. "That is not the arrangement we agreed to after we discovered the Empire's brainwashing plot, Your Excellency," he pointed out.

Ta'tan'ia noticed that he seemed to be implying the Jedi and Chief Daala when he used we, instead of just the Jedi. Chief Daala had in fact been fully knowledgeable of the plot; and complicit in it.

"It's only for a few weeks or so, Master Durron," Chief Daala replied with annoyance. "Things went great when she accompanied me to Hapes."

Great for you , Ta'tan'ia thought to herself. She hoped it turned out okay for Tenel Ka and the other Hapans. She kept her cheerful smile in place though.

"Fine," Kyp responded with a sigh. "Only until Syal returns from Bastion."

"Of course, Master Durron," Chief Daala answered with a nod of agreement.

"I'll have Jedi Asari bring over Ta'tan'ia's things shortly," he informed her.

"That's fine, Master Durron," Chief Daala answered happily. "Ta'tan'ia should be in my office the rest of the day, but have Jedi Asari comm her before she leaves, just in case I have to send her on an errand."

"Yes, Your Excellency," Kyp responded easily.

"Excellent. That will be all," Chief Daala replied, reaching for the button to end the call.

"Of course, Your Excellency," Kyp answered as his hologram disappeared.

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About half an hour later Kani arrived, carrying a small bag. A YVH droid escorted her to Chief Daala's reception area.

Kani was wearing her tan tunic and pants, along with her brown Jedi robe. A gleaming silver durasteel chrono was on her left wrist, and matching comlink on her right. She was also wearing black knee boots with fifteen centimeter wedge heels.

"Hey, thanks for coming," Ta'tan'ia said as she approached her. At the same time, she reached out with the Force and greeted her.

"No problem," Kani replied with a friendly embrace as she passed her the bag. "Is everything okay?" she asked softly, still holding her close.

"Yeah," Ta'tan'ia answered quietly, with an appreciative smile. She could feel Kani's stiff nerfhide waist-cincher around her midsection. After a moment, Ta'tan'ia took a half step back. "Chief Daala would like to see you while you are here," she told her cheerfully.

Kani paused a moment, and glanced at the YVH droid waiting by the entrance. "Sure, I'd love to see our esteemed Chief of State," she replied with a smile.

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As Kani walked towards Chief Daala's office, she ran through a Jedi calming exercise. She also used the Force to sense any possible danger. Then she glanced over and smiled at Ta'tan'ia, who was alerting Chief Daala of her imminent arrival with her wrist comlink.

When Kani neared the door, she slowed down so Ta'tan'ia could step past her and open the door for her, just as a personal assistant should for a visiting guest. She smiled at her friend as she stepped past her.

"You wanted to see me, Your Excellency?" Kani asked pleasantly as she entered her office.

Chief Daala was already in front of her desk, heading towards her. Kani didn't notice any security officers or droids, but she was sure they could appear in mere seconds if Chief Daala called them.

"I did, Kani," Chief Daala replied with a friendly smile as she stopped near the caf table. "Please make yourself comfortable," she said, gesturing towards the pair of curved pouf couches on either side of the caf table.

"Thank you, Your Excellency," Kani answered as she sat down.

"Can I have Ta'tan'ia get you anything?" Chief Daala asked as she sat down a little less than arms-length from her.

"Thank you, no, Your Excellency," Kani replied, glancing towards Ta'tan'ia with a smile. She also noticed that she didn't call her DJ. "I'm sure she has plenty of work to do for you already," she added with surreptitious wink towards Ta'tan'ia.

Chief Daala chuckled in response. "Ta'tan'ia is a very diligent assistant for me," she agreed, glancing towards the purple-skinned Twi'lek who was waiting silently. "You may go then, Ta'tan'ia," she told her with a nod.

"Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia answered cheerfully, taking a step backwards before turning around and walking out.

Kani watched her turn back to face them as she closed the door, again, just as a personal assistant should.

"Thank you for bringing over Ta'tan'ia's things," Chief Daala said as the door shut.

"You're welcome, Your Excellency," Kani answered with a smile. "I know Ta'tan'ia couldn't survive without her plastex heels." She didn't mention the ankle shackles, as she didn't want Chief Daala to offer her a set. She had her own anyway, although they were durasteel.

"Yes, I wouldn't want her to have to go without," Chief Daala replied with a friendly smile.

Then she changed the subject. "I was disappointed that you decided to stop supporting my government and refused to wear a tracking device," she told her after a couple of heartbeats.

Kani wasn't quite sure how to respond to that, at least without making Chief Daala too mad. She could sense that she was being mostly truthful. She also felt a twinge of pleasure at the idea of wearing a tracking collar again. She routinely wore a collar these days, but since she could take it off herself, it wasn't the same.

"Um, sorry, Your Excellency," she finally answered with an apologetic shrug.

Suddenly Chief Daala smiled broadly. Then she leaned forward and opened the drawer underneath the caf table, and pulled out a familiar circle of durasteel. "Well, I have a tracking collar right here, so why don't we go ahead and correct that," she said as she pulled the maglock open and held the collar out towards Kani's throat.

Kani stared at the collar a moment. "Um, I'm afraid I must respectfully decline, Your Excellency," she replied, leaning away slightly. The jolt of excitement she felt at the sight of the collar was undeniable though.

"Kani," Chief Daala began as she leaned back on the pouf couch and slid closer to her at the same time. "I know I haven't always been the Jedi Order's best friend, but I am the Chief of State. Please show your support and loyalty to the Galactic Alliance by accepting a tracking device," she said as she set her hand on the back of Kani's neck, underneath her hair.

Kani glanced down at the open collar, then back at Chief Daala. She could definitely sense that she was hiding something. "I'm sorry, Your Excellency," she answered. "I can't."

Chief Daala scrutinized her a couple of moments. "Ta'tan'ia is very happy with hers," she pointed out. "If she can show a little support for my government, then you can, too," she said. As she spoke, she lifted her blonde hair out of the way with one hand, and moved the open collar closer towards her throat with the other.

Kani leaned away from the open collar warily, then raised her hand to stop it — mere centimeters from her neck.

"I ... don't know, Your Excellency," she said, looking back at Chief Daala. She could tell she was still hiding something. Suddenly she stood up. "I'm sorry Your Excellency, but I can't," she announced as she stepped to the far end of the pouf couch.

"No one has to know except the two of us," Chief Daala replied, looking up at her and lowering the collar to her lap. "If you accepted it, then there would be no need for an observer to follow you while you are spending time with Javis Tyrr."

Kani locked eyes with her as she considered that. Then she wondered if Chief Daala had ordered the observers to get more aggressive, just to get her to accept a tracking collar again.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency," she told her. "Not after what's happened." She didn't say after you let the Empire brainwash and try to kidnap me and the other Jedi.

"I'm very sorry to hear that, Kani," Chief Daala told her with a sigh. "I was hoping you would assist Ta'tan'ia some while Syal is away, but if you won't show this much support in the Galactic Alliance —" she paused to lift the collar a couple of centimeters — "then I don't see how I could ask you to do that."

Kani thought about that a moment. She was tempted, if for no other reason than to stay close to Ta'tan'ia. "I'm sorry, Your Excellency," she replied. "Thank you for the offer though."

Chief Daala glanced down at the collar in her lap, then back up at her. "What if I set it so you could take it off when you were in the Temple, as long as you promised to wear it when you left?"

Kani glanced down at the collar as well. That sounded easy enough. No obnoxious observer following her around. A tracking collar that she could take off in the Temple. Still, she knew she had to listen to the Force.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, but I'm afraid I must respectfully decline," she answered after a few moments' consideration.

As she spoke, Kani could literally sense Chief Daala's mood darken.

"I see," Chief Daala responded after a few heartbeats. "You are dismissed then, Jedi Asari," she informed her blankly.

"Yes, Your Excellency," Kani replied as she turned and headed towards the door. When she reached it, she stopped, and looked back to see her walking towards her desk. "I'll keep your generous offer in mind, Your Excellency," she called out with a forced smile.

Chief Daala didn't even bother to respond. She simply sat down, put the tracking collar in a drawer, and turned her attention to her computer screen.

Kani sighed, opened the door, and walked back into the reception area.

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"Everything okay?" Ta'tan'ia asked with a smile as Kani closed the door behind herself.

Kani grinned nervously at her. "I'm afraid I've upset our esteemed Chief of State," she said.

Ta'tan'ia had sensed as much through the Force. She stood up, and they walked towards the exit together. Without even saying a word, they each wrapped an arm around the others' waist.

"What happened?" Ta'tan'ia asked softly.

"She tried to get me to wear a tracking collar again, and I turned her down," Kani explained.

Ta'tan'ia gave her a sympathetic smile, and squeezed her waist. She was about to respond, when the YVH droid that had escorted Kani up stepped forward.

"Jedi Asari, I've been instructed to escort you from the Executive Building immediately," it said firmly.

Ta'tan'ia had wanted to walk her to the security checkpoint, so they could talk some more, but she knew she couldn't leave the reception desk unattended without permission.

"Got to go," Kani said with a smile as she stepped away from her, and towards the YVH droid.

"Bye bye," Ta'tan'ia replied with a wave as she walked out, followed closely by the YVH droid.

"Bye, Ta'tan'ia," Kani answered with a cheerful wave back at her.

Ta'tan'ia turned to go back to her desk, but before she even got there, Chief Daala summoned her to her office. Ta'tan'ia ran through a quick Jedi calming exercise as she changed course.

"You wanted to see me, Your Excellency?" she asked as she entered.

"Strip," Chief Daala commanded her, flexing her favorite crop in her hands.

"Yes, Your Excellency," Ta'tan'ia replied obediently.

In less than a minute Ta'tan'ia was down to her chrono, comlink, tracking collar, chastity belt, durasteel head harness and eighteen-centimeter heeled boots knee boots. While she had undressed, Chief Daala had circled around to the front of the desk, and was currently tapping the crop rhythmically against her hand.

Ta'tan'ia spread her feet apart, and put her hands on Chief Daala's desk without being told. A moment later, the crop landed sharply on her ass. It was a significantly harder strike than she usually got from Chief Daala, but still, she barely flinched. A second blow quickly followed, then a third, and fourth. A Jedi had upset Chief Daala, so she was being punished. It was the life of Chief Daala's Jedi liaison.

After twenty-five licks, Chief Daala commanded her to go back to her desk. Ta'tan'ia thanked her, and quickly got dressed. She winced as she sat down in her chair. About fifteen minutes later, Chief Daala had a guest.

"Good morning Senator Treen," Ta'tan'ia said cheerfully as she rose smoothly and stepped out from behind her desk to greet the Kuati Senator. An attractive male aide accompanied her.

"Jedi Ta'tan'ia," the human senator replied politely. Then she paused and stared at her a moment.

In spite of her polite smile, Ta'tan'ia could sense her ... disapproval. She wondered why, Jaina had never mentioned anything like that from her, and neither had DP.

"Where's DP?" Senator Treen asked curiously.

"She's on vacation, Senator," Ta'tan'ia replied with a smile. "I'm filling in for her."

Senator Treen regarded her a moment. "I see," she finally responded. "Tell me, does Chief Daala call you DJ, like she did Jaina?"

Ta'tan'ia blushed slightly. "Yes, Senator," she answered.

"Well, that is a nice collar you're wearing DJ. It reminds me of a pet I once had, and shows that you know your place," Senator Treen told her.

"Thank you Senator," Ta'tan'ia replied cheerfully, in spite of the negative feeling she felt from her through the Force. Senator Treen definitely didn't like her for some reason. "Let me tell Chief Daala that you're here," she said, raising her comlink to her face.

Senator Treen nodded her consent, and Ta'tan'ia alerted the Chief of State. "Chief Daala will see you now," she said with a smile, gesturing for the Senator to enter Chief Daala's office.

"Of course she will," Senator Treen responded dryly as she walked past her into the office.

Ta'tan'ia held the door for her, then offered both Chief Daala and Senator Treen. Chief Daala declined politely, as did Senator Treen. In spite of their nearly identical tone, Ta'tan'ia could sense the distaste from the Senator with her reply.

Ta'tan'ia returned to the reception area to find Senator Treen's aide sitting on one of the pouf couches, busy on his datapad. Since he didn't seem inclined towards conversation Ta'tan'ia returned to her desk, and went back to work.

A couple of hours later, long after Senator Treen had left, Chief Daala called Ta'tan'ia back into her office, and cropped her again. Ta'tan'ia wondered how bad she would get whipped once they were in Chief Daala's apartment.

That evening, Ta'tan'ia accompanied Chief Daala back to apartment. Just like before, Ta'tan'ia quickly changed into her fetish maid's uniform, took Chief Daala a glass of wine, then began tidying up. Tonight, instead of watching the holonews, Chief Daala stayed at her secure HoloNet station most of the evening. Ta'tan'ia really didn't think much about it, as it was common. The Chief of State's work was never done.

Since Chief Daala was busy, Ta'tan'ia commed Jaina, to talk. Jaina however, didn't answer, and neither did Kani. Finally, Ta'tan'ia got a hold of Turi Altamik, and chatted with her while she worked. Ta'tan'ia had almost expected Chief Daala to have blocked her from communicating with any of her fellow Jedi.

When Chief Daala finally emerged from her bedroom, she was in a noticeably better mood than she had been most of the day. She didn't even seem to mind Ta'tan'ia chatting while she was working. Actually, Ta'tan'ia had finished some time ago, but since Chief Daala hadn't given her any other instructions, she was going around, double checking everything. Chief Daala simply thanked her for cleaning up, and dismissed her to DP's apartment. Ta'tan'ia thanked her, curtsied, and went to change back into her ProCorps-style uniform.

Once she arrived, Ta'tan'ia stripped off her uniform, down to her head harness, collar, chrono, comlink, and chastity belt. Then she pulled on one of DP's black tank tops with the Chief of State's Seal over her left breast, and slid her feet into her clear plastex heels. Next Ta'tan'ia locked her beskar shackles around her ankles, and shuffled to the 'fresher. When she came out, she sat down, slipped off her heels, and climbed into DP's bed.

After that Ta'tan'ia commed Master Durron, assured him that she was okay, and asked him to let everyone else know, too. Then Ta'tan'ia cuffed her wrists together, and went to sleep.

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The following night, Madhi came to visit Ta'tan'ia in DP's apartment. Ta'tan'ia ate her out, then fucked her with her synthrubber dildo maglocked to the front of her chastity belt. Afterwards, Madhi gave her another story heaping praise on Chief Daala. Ta'tan'ia thanked her, but she was really starting to regret going along with this plan.

Chief Daala loved the story. She made a few notes, and told Ta'tan'ia to have her release it as soon as possible. Ta'tan'ia of course, promised to obey.

Over the next few days, Chief Daala didn't allow Ta'tan'ia to leave the Executive Building at all. Normally Chief Daala sent her on errands on almost a daily basis. Chief Daala also cropped and paddled her more often — and harder — than she had before. Ta'tan'ia commed Master Durron, Jaina, and Kani as often as she could. She even managed to chat with Neelia and Aileen a couple of times. She exchanged a couple of messages with DP as well. Still, Ta'tan'ia wanted to go back to the Jedi Temple, at least in the evenings.

On the fourth evening Ta'tan'ia had been restricted to the Executive Building, Chief Daala — and Ta'tan'ia — stayed in her office working well past dinner. Finally they went to Chief Daala's apartment, where she immediately instructed Ta'tan'ia to strip.

Once she was down to her durasteel head harness, tracking collar, corset, chastity belt, chrono, and comlink, Chief Daala handed her a pair of nerfhide ankle boots with heels that looked at least twenty-five centimeters high. The toes pointed straight down, practically parallel to the heels. Ta'tan'ia recognized them as ballet heels.

She pulled them on, and wrapped the straps tightly around her ankles. The straps had a small maglock built into them to keep them secure. Then Chief Daala strapped a large synthrubber ballgag into Ta'tan'ia's mouth, and secured it to her durasteel head harness with a spiderweb of nerfhide straps. Next she locked her chrono and comlink together behind her back with a very short chain, and cuffed her upper arms together as well.

With her arms secure, Chief Daala removed her chastity belt. Ta'tan'ia hoped she would fuck her. Instead, Chief Daala inserted a large synthrubber butt plug into her ass, and an even larger dildo into her now moist pussy. Then Chief Daala locked her chastity belt back into place, tight around her waist and crotch. Last of all, Chief Daala shackled her ankles together with her beskar ankle shackles.

Once she was thoroughly shackled, gagged, and plugged, Chief Daala led her to the closet where Ta'tan'ia and DP's fetish maid's uniforms were, and the small cage inside. Ta'tan'ia obediently crawled in, and watched Chief Daala lock the door behind her.

Chief Daala smiled down at her a few moments, then hit a button on the remote in her hand.

Inside Ta'tan'ia, her dildo and butt plug began vibrating. She moaned in pleasure through her gag.

"I'll be back in a few minutes, DJ," she told her as she reached through the bars and patted her head. "Don't go anywhere."

Ta'tan'ia wriggled in her bondage as her plugs vibrated away. Chief Daala had never done anything like this to her. It was fantastic!

Several minutes later Ta'tan'ia heard Chief Daala returning. Even though she was in the throes of ecstasy, she automatically reached out with the Force towards her.

Ta'tan'ia's eyes went wide with shock. She couldn't sense her! In fact, she couldn't sense anything around Chief Daala. As she came into view, Ta'tan'ia saw that she was rolling an ysalamir on a frame along behind her. A couple of moments later, the ysalamir got close enough that Ta'tan'ia couldn't feel the Force.

Ysalamiri had been a part of a Jedi's training regimen for quite some time. The Masters didn't want a Jedi to encounter them for the first time in the field, and end up dead. Ta'tan'ia knew that Chief Daala had some ysalamiri, but she had never forced Ta'tan'ia to be close enough to one to affect her.

Chief Daala rolled the frame to a stop a meter or so in front of the cage. Ta'tan'ia stared at it warily. She barely noticed the dildo and butt plug still vibrating away inside her.

"I thought you'd appreciate a little sexual release with the Force distracting you," Chief Daala told her as she patted the ysalamir frame.

Ta'tan'ia looked up at her pleadingly, and grunted through her gag.

"Now I'm going out for a few hours," Chief Daala told her. "Don't have too much fun while I'm gone."

Ta'tan'ia groaned in dismay as Chief Daala walked out. Soon the vibrating plugs in her pussy and ass took her full attention though. A couple of minutes after Chief Daala left her, Ta'tan'ia was moaning out in ecstasy.

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Awhile later, in the Uscru Entertainment District of Coruscant ...

"Thanks for coming with me," Javis said as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Thanks for inviting me," Kani replied with an appreciative smile as she moved a little closer against him.

Currently they were walking along an outdoor promenade on the seventieth floor of an enormous skyscraper. The next skyscraper was a few hundred meters away, across a chasm on their left. It had a similar promenade a few stories above them, and another a few below. They were a few dozen klicks from the Jedi Temple, although they had only walked from a nearby maglev station.

Besides Kani, her Daala-appointed observer a few meters behind her, and Javis, there were two Noghri shadowing Kani, for protection. Even knowing that they were there, Kani could barely detect them through the Force. One was out in front of them, the other somewhere behind them. She was confident her observer had no idea they were there, even though the promenade wasn't exactly crowded.

Kani was wearing a pair of baggy black pants with a thick black nerfhide belt around her waist, and a patterned navy blue jacket. Knee-high nerfhide boots with ten-centimeter wedge heels were on her feet. The boots had been a gift from the Empire, when they had been trying to recruit her. Kani was also wearing a nerfhide collar around her neck, as well as her durasteel chrono and comlink around her wrists. Underneath her pants and jacket she was wearing tight-fitting black combat suit with light armor over her chest, back, thighs, shins, and upper arms.

The reason Kani was dressed in a pair of baggy pants and loose fitting jacket wasn't just so she wouldn't be as conspicuous, but also so she could conceal weapons easier. Her new lightsaber was in a specially made pocket on the inside of pants, next to her thigh. She also had a blaster at the small of her back. Her original lightsaber was still in a display case in Chief Daala's office. After Kani had recovered from the Empire's mental influence, she had quickly built another one, without bothering to mention it to Chief Daala.

Javis was wearing a pair of dark gray pants with a dark red jacket, a red and green patterned shirt, and a floppy hat to partially hide his features. He was somewhat of a celebrity after all.

"So, where's this great restaurant you're taking me to?" Kani asked him as they walked.

"Right up here," he replied, nodding ahead. "It's a Devaronian place I know about."

Kani immediately thought of Madhi Vaandt, and Ta'tan'ia. "Great," she replied, laying her head on Javis' shoulder. "I'm starving."

A couple of steps later, Kani suddenly raised her head off his shoulder, and looked around warily as they slowed down. Her hand started towards her lightsaber, then moved to her blaster at the small of her back.

"What's wrong?" Javis asked, his hand still around her waist.

Kani didn't see anything, but she could definitely sense imminent danger. Then she caught sight of a man standing against the guardrail on the upper promenade on the opposite skyscraper. He was watching them as the crowd moved past him, and holding some sort of remote control device in his hands.

"Let's go," she said after a couple of moments, urging Javis along.

There was an entrance to a pedestrian corridor into the skyscraper several meters ahead. Kani took Javis' hand, and started guiding him towards it. Before they made it, Kani felt the Force suddenly cut out.

Ysalamir ! Kani thought in alarm. A split-second later, she saw a small hoversled rise into view from below. Instantly, she recognized the two Force-nullifying creatures on their nutrient frames on top of it — and almost the same instant, Kani saw another figure on the opposite promenade, a few dozen meters ahead of the first guy. This one was aiming a rocket launcher at them.

"Run!" Kani shouted at Javis, and the handful of people nearby.

Javis didn't need to be told twice. The rest of the people, though, mostly just stopped and stared at them.

Kani pulled out her blaster and dashed towards the guard rail to get a better shot at the ysalamir on the hoversled. Once she had the Force, she could deal with the rocket. She reached the guard rail, aimed, and fired.

Kani's mouth fell open in shock as the blaster bolt bounced harmlessly off a deflector shield. She frantically fired again, with the same result. Panicked, Kani briefly thought of trying to shoot the guy with the rocket launcher, but she knew she couldn't hit him from this distance without the Force, especially with a crowd of people behind him. Instead she tried to shoot the rocket out of the sky.

With the Force, she probably could have done it, but with the ysalamiri, she had no chance. Kani muttered a curse as she turned and ran towards a large duracrete planter. After just a couple of steps, she knew she wouldn't make it. A couple of steps later, the rocket hit the wall behind her.

The explosion propelled the athletic human Jedi into the duracrete planter like she had been thrown by a Wookiee in full rage. Still without the Force, she lay there for nearly a minute, fighting to stay conscious.

Still groggy, Kani finally tried to get back up. When she put pressure on her left arm though, she let out a yelp of pain. It was broken. From the feel of it, her ribs were broken as well. Even with the armored bodysuit, the rest of her body didn't feel much better.

Slowly, Kani climbed to her feet. She looked around for her blaster a moment, then gave up and reached for her lightsaber. There were an assortment of people walking around, some dazed from the blast, some rushing to help the victims. More people were lying on the ground, some screaming, some lifelessly still. Then she caught sight of a figure in black pants and a red jacket lying motionless several meters away.

Javis !

The next thing Kani knew she was kneeling at his side. There was a large blaster hole in his chest.

Despair, sadness, anger, and shock hit Kani all at once. It was a million times worse than the blaster bolt she had been hit with a few moments before.

Almost as soon as the tears reached her cheeks, Kani heard the sound of a blaster from her right, which was the direction she had Javis had been going.

Kani turned to see a human man in a bulky gray jumpsuit heading for her through the crowd, blaster carbine in hand. Kani grunted in pain as she climbed to her feet, and grunted again as she raised her lightsaber into a one-handed guard position, and moved towards him. Her left arm hung uselessly — and painfully — at her side.

A moment later the guy fired at her. Even without the Force, she somehow she managed to deflect the shot. As he fired again she stepped to her right, and charged him. His second shot missed her by centimeters. His third, however, hit her in the stomach like a club.

Even with the armor over her midsection, Kani doubled over in pain from the bolt. That allowed his next shot to pass over her head. Through sheer determination she kept moving forward. Now Kani was close enough to strike. With one arm she thrust her lightsaber out, straight for the middle of his chest.

To Kani's utter horror, her blade hit some sort of armor, jarring her wounded shoulder painfully. The blade deflected off to the side, and she dropped her hand towards the ground.

Beskar ! she realized as he fired again.

This bolt hit her in the chest. Kani felt an intense fire — worse than the one in her shoulder or stomach. She couldn't take a breath. She didn't even feel the next bolt hitting her chest again. Kani knew she only had a few seconds to live.

She swung her arm up in a slash and was somewhat surprised to see that it was still holding her lightsaber. As another blaster bolt hit her, she watched the end of the blade cross his face, leaving a massive gash just above his mouth. Her arm continued its arc, causing her body to twist. Another blaster bolt hit her side.

Kani fell to the ground and watched her lightsaber roll away. Then she saw the human — Mandalorian she assumed — fall lifelessly in front of her. She looked into the gash from her lightsaber, and saw that she had nearly decapitated him. The last thing Kani saw was one of her Noghri protectors — Er-kzaim, she thought — limping towards her, covered in blood.

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