Jedi Submissive Ta'tan'ia, Chapter 3
Rating: X / Slash (f/f)
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Ka Djo was pacing her room in her fifteen-centimeter heeled boots.
She was wearing the same purple and maroon lizard-hide outfit she had
been wearing, along with her durasteel belt, armbands, and bangle
bracelets. She was also wearing a six centimeter wide black durasteel
collar. Perhaps because she felt guilty about wearing the collar, she
was also still wearing her crown.
her computer terminal beeped, indicating she was receiving a HoloNet
call. She automatically raised her right arm to answer it, only to
remember that she wasn't wearing her ProCorps comlink. Tenel Ka
cursed silently to herself as she hurried to her computer terminal.
Only a limited number of people had her direct comm code, so she knew
it was someone she would need to talk to. As she sat down, she saw
that it was Master Durron, just as she suspected. Tenel Ka ran
through a quick Jedi calming exercise, and activated the HoloNet
Durron greeted her, then calmly asked her how she was doing.
Instantly, Tenel Ka was glad the Jedi Master had commed. She told him
that she was tired, worried, and frustrated, and explained that the
Hapan Nobles wanted Chief Daala to be Regent. She also revealed that
she was seriously considering it, as she was feeling overwhelmed by
ruling the Hapes Consortium.
Durron replied by telling her to trust in the Force, and offered
whatever assistance the Jedi Order could give. Then he told her that
some of her Duchas had already approached Chief Daala about the
matter. That only made Tenel Ka feel worse. She told him that she
should have known something like that was happening in the Palace.
Master Durron reminded her to trust in the Force, and suggested that
if she did ask Chief Daala to be Regent, that she limit her time she
served. Tenel Ka responded by telling him that Ta'tan'ia had
suggested the same thing. Master Durron finished up by promising the
Jedi Order's help again should the need arise. Tenel Ka thanked him
again, and they said goodbye to each other.
she ended the HoloNet call, Tenel Ka leaned back in her chair to
relax and think a few moments. As she did, she felt her collar shift
on her neck.
she muttered to herself in disgust as she reached up and tugged on
the durasteel collar. She had appeared on the HoloNet wearing a
collar without even realizing it.
least it was a secure transmission with Master Durron,
she thought to herself. Then she decided that he probably hadn't even
noticed it, or if he had, he had done an excellent job of ignoring
a fingering her collar a couple of moments, Tenel Ka's hand moved
down to her right breast. She squeezed her cloned-tissue double-dee
cup through her Dathomiri lizard-hide bodysuit. Tenel Ka let out a
moan of arousal, and her hand quickly moved down to her lizard-hide
covered pussy. She moaned again as she stood up, and began stripping
off her bodysuit.
couple of minutes later Tenel Ka was on her bed, lying on her back,
with her legs spread wide. She was naked except for a tight
lizard-hide corset around her waist, and a pair of ankle-high
lizard-hide ballet boots on her feet. A meter long durasteel
spreader-bar with a shackle at each end held her ankles apart. A
large synthrubber ball-gag was held in her mouth by the web of straps
wrapped around her head.
black durasteel collar was still around her neck, and her durasteel
armbands were on her biceps. Twenty silver bangle bracelets were on
her wrist. They jingled against each other as she plunged a large
synthrubber vibrator in and out of her soaking pussy.
Ka moaned into her gag as she masturbated. Somewhere in the back of
her mind, she felt guilty about it, both because she was doing it,
and because she didn't have Moff Wynessa Fel's permission. Tenel Ka
writhed in her bonds as she shoved her fat vibrator in and out of her
arousal and moans grew with every stroke. Several minutes later, the
Hapan Queen screamed into her gag and arched her back as she
orgasmed. Only the durasteel spreader bar kept her legs apart. She
squeezed the vibrator with her cunt muscles in bliss as she rode the
orgasmic high. After about half-a-minute or so, Tenel Ka smiled
evilly around her gag, and eagerly started masturbating again.
ten minutes later, Tenel Ka screamed out through her gag in her
second orgasm. Frakk
that was good,
she thought as she relaxed a few blissful moments on the bed.
Eventually she reached up and began taking off her her harness gag,
while holding her vibrator in place with her pussy muscles. Her
ballgag came out with a 'plop.' She laid it on her bed next to her,
then reached down and pulled out her vibrator, which came out with an
even louder 'plop.'
Tenel Ka eagerly raised the vibrator to her mouth, and happily began
licking her pussy juice off it. When it was clean, she sat it down,
reached out with the Force, and unlocked her spreader-bar with the
remote on her nightstand. Once her ankles were free, Tenel Ka rolled
off her bed, and stood up in her ballet-heeled ankle boots. She stood
a moment, then strutted to the 'fresher to get cleaned up.
Tenel Ka came out, she retrieved her harness gag, spreader-bar, and
vibe, and took them to her walk-in closet. She put them up, then took
off her corset and armbands, and put them up as well. Next she picked
out a set of ankle shackles connected by a forty centimeter chain to
wear to bed. Tenel Ka also picked out a single durasteel wrist cuff,
and a thirty centimeter long chain with a maglock at each end. She
would have liked to wear the harness gag to bed too, but she didn't
want the straps to leave marks on her face when she met with Moff
Wynessa Fel and Chief Daala in the morning.
Ka went to bed still wearing her ballet heels, durasteel collar, and
twenty bangle bracelets. She locked the shackles onto her ankles,
then closed the cuff around her wrist, between her hand and the
bracelets. Next she maglocked one end of the thirty centimeter long
chain to the cuff, and the other end to the front of her collar. She
knew that not being able to reach her pussy during the night would
annoy her, but she liked the bondage more.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
that night Ta'tan'ia and DP took a sanisteam together. Both were
wearing their collars, chronos, comlinks, and chastity belts.
Ta'tan'ia hated not being able to do anything with DP, but that only
turned her on even more. DP said that not being able to do anything
for her turned her on more too.
spent nearly twenty minutes scrubbing each others bodies, along with
kissing, petting, and caressing each other. They also tried to
squeeze their fingers past each others' chastity belts. Ta'tan'ia
didn't know why they even bothered with that though. They both knew
from experience they couldn't come close to touching each others'
pussies with their chastity belts on. All they did was frustrate each
other even more. When they got out, they were both clean, horny, and
frustrated, just like Chief Daala wanted them to be.
they were laying down on the room's single bed. They were still
wearing their collars, chronos, comlinks, and chastity belts. Neither
of them could remove their gear, but they would both have worn it to
bed anyway. Normally Ta'tan'ia slept with her wrists and ankles
cuffed together, and she knew that DP normally slept in some sort of
bondage as well. Tonight though, Chief Daala told them not to.
Neither of them were bothered at all by sharing a bed, or at not
being cuffed. In fact, Ta'tan'ia was very much looking forward to
sharing a bed with DP, even if they were both wearing their chastity
two collared women settled down on their sides, with DP spooning
Ta'tan'ia from behind. Ta'tan'ia smiled back at her, and draped her
right lek, her tchin,
over DP's neck, a strong sign of intimacy for a Twi'lek. DP responded
by draping her arm over Ta'tan'ia, gently stroking her breast, then
pulling her closer.
had only been in bed a few minutes when DP's wrist comlink flashed,
indicating an incoming call. “It's my sister,” DP said
with a smile as she activated the voice-only link.
DP,” Myri Antilles said once the link was established.
Sixty,” DP replied cheerfully. “I hope Nine is taking
care of Commandant Drasi?”
I'm right here,” former Jedi Knight Jysella Horn chimed in.
“He's with Stormie right now, probably fucking her or
smiled and reached behind her and caressed DP's toned tummy as she
listened. DP was as comfortable being called her pet name by her
sister as she was calling her and Jysella their ProCorps names.
Ta'tan'ia had never met Commandant Drasi, but she knew he was in
charge of the Imperial ProCorps Academy.
Wedge Antilles' younger daughter Myri, and Jedi Master Corran Horn's
daughter Jysella had both been Commandant Drasi's personal ProCorps
troopers. When they had been cured of the Empire's brainwashing, they
both insisted on continuing to serve him, much like DP had with Chief
didn't know much about
but she had heard from Jaina, DP, Jysella and a few of the others
that she worked at the ProCorps Academy, and had some very
interesting tattoos. Ta'tan'ia also noticed that Jysella didn't sound
the least bit jealous that Commandant Drasi was having sex with
another woman. Ta'tan'ia certainly didn't feel jealous when Chief
Daala spent time with Admiral Bwua'tu, and left her horny and
frustrated in her chastity belt.
giggled a moment. “Sounds like fun. Tell them both I said hi,”
she replied, pinching Ta'tan'ia's nipple.
will,” Myri assured her. “But the reason we commed is, we
want you to come visit us and Commandant Drasi on Bastion. He and
Moff Fel have both already given their permission, and Commandant
Drasi really wants to see you again too.”
considered that a moment. “Well, I'll have to get Chief Daala's
permission,” she answered. “But I thought you were at the
are, but we are inviting Mom and Dad, and the Horns too, and we don't
think Dad and Master Durron want to visit the ProCorps Academy,”
okay,” DP said in understanding. “Well, I'd love to come
visit you and Nine and Commandant Drasi, if Chief Daala allows me.”
hope she does too,” Myri responded. “We really want to
too,” DP assured them. “But right now, Ta'tan'ia and I
have to get some sleep. We have to get up early in the morning to
help Chief Daala get ready.”
Chief Daala we said hi,” Myri said cheerfully. “And give
Ta'tan'ia a kiss goodnight for me.”
too,” Jysella added.
if you kiss Nine for me,” DP replied, giving Ta'tan'ia a
flirtatious smile as she looked back at her.
course,” Myri answered.
Sixty-Nine,” Ta'tan'ia said into DP's wrist comlink, referring
to both of them.
DP, Ta'tan'ia,” Myri and Jysella answered together.
DP replied. Then she closed the link, still smiling at Ta'tan'ia.
“You know you'll probably have to take over for me as Her
Excellency's PA, if she lets me go,” DP said to her.
know,” Ta'tan'ia answered with a grin, still looking back at
her. “And I'll be happy to serve Her Excellency, in whatever
she wants me too.” Then she twisted a little more around, and
said, “And I believe someone promised me a goodnight kiss from
their sister and friend?”
leaned in closer, and the two shared a long, open-mouthed kiss. When
they finished, they settled back into their spooning position, with
Ta'tan'ia's tchin draped back over DP's neck, and DP's arm draped
over Ta'tan'ia's side, her hand on her breast.
time later, Ta'tan'ia was awakened by her wrist comlink vibrating.
She glanced down, and saw that it was Chief Daala summoning her.
Ta'tan'ia silenced the alert, then gently lifted DP's arm off her and
sat up. She quickly slid her feet into the clear plastex heels she
had left at the bedside.
the way out of the room she pulled on a very short white silk robe.
It came to just above mid-thigh, and had three-quarter length sleeves
to cover her chastity belt and leave her tracking collar, chrono, and
comlink visible. Ta'tan'ia stepped out into the main room, closed the
door behind herself as silently as possible, then hurried across the
main room to Chief Daala's door, then opened it.
called for me, Your Excellency?” she asked quietly from just
inside the open doorway.
Daala looked up at her sleepily from the bed. “Yes Ta'tan'ia.
Get me a glass of water,” she instructed her with a lazy yawn.
course, Your Excellency,” Ta'tan'ia replied softly as she
walked over to the nightstand.
was a pitcher of water sitting on a conservator plate to keep it
cool, with an empty glass next to it. Ta'tan'ia also noticed the
remote Chief Daala had used to awaken her, and summon her all the way
from her room just to pour her a glass of water. It was one of the
subtle ways Chief Daala had of demonstrating her power over her and
DP, and the realization made Ta'tan'ia smile with pleasure. Ta'tan'ia
carefully poured the water into the glass, handed it to Chief Daala,
then waited patiently for her to finish it.
you, Ta'tan'ia,” Chief Daala said after she took a small sip.
“I hope that wasn't too much trouble for you?”
Welcome, Your Excellency,” Ta'tan'ia replied as she took the
glass from her and sat it back on the nightstand. “And not at
all. I'm happy to serve you, in whatever way you wish.”
Daala smiled up at her a moment. “Good girl,” she said.
Then her eyes went to her beskar tracking collar. “I hope your
collar and chastity belt don't make it too hard for you to get some
at all, Your Excellency,” Ta'tan'ia answered with a cheerful
grin. “I rest much easier knowing that my Chief of State is
tracking me, and controlling my sexual activity. In fact, I doubt I
could get to sleep without them now,” she explained.
girl, Ta'tan'ia,” Chief Daala told her with a smile. “You
may go back to bed now,” Chief Daala said as she laid her head
Your Excellency, thank you,” Ta'tan'ia replied with a cheerful
left the room, and returned to hers and DP's. “Hey,” DP
said from the bed as Ta'tan'ia hung her robe on the hook just inside
the door. “What did Our Excellency want? Fluff her pillows?
Adjust the temperature one degree?”
grinned at her as she stepped out of her heels. “A sip of water
from her nightstand,” she answered as she slid into the bed
next to her.
smiled intimately at her as she caressed her beskar chastity belt.
Ta'tan'ia leaned in close and the two shared another sensual
open-mouthed kiss. Soon they fell back to sleep, facing each other,
with their limbs entwined.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
next morning Tenel Ka awoke early, but not quite as early as she
normally had when she had been a ProCorps trooper. Her first thought
was of serving Moff Fel caf, and briefing her on her schedule. Then
she remembered that she wasn't a ProCorps trooper anymore. She was
the Queen Mother of the Hapes Consortium—and she had to stand
up to Moff Fel and the Empire.
wriggled to her nightstand, and used the remote to release her wrist
cuff from her collar. Then she rolled out of bed, and shuffled to the
'fresher in her ballet heels and ankle shackles. Next she shuffled to
her walk-in closet to take off the rest of her bondage gear.
Ka emerged wearing a dark purple leotard with a gray sports bra and
tights. Her custom-made black gym shoes with fifteen-centimeter heels
were on her feet. Since she couldn't take them off by herself, she
was also still wearing the twenty bangle bracelets on her wrist. She
walked to her outer door, opened it, and had one of the guards on
duty help her take them off.
she put the bracelets up, and tucked her comlink into a small pocket
on her leotard. Working out was one of the times a wrist comlink was
actually better than a regular one, but she would just have to make
do. Then she went to the Royal gym, accompanied by four of her
guards. She worked out for forty-five minutes, then returned to her
Royal Suite to get ready for the day. When she arrived, she found two
of her servants cleaning. She thanked them for their hard work,
something she didn't do very often before becoming a ProCorps
trooper, then took a sanisteam.
she emerged from the 'fresher Tenel Ka was wearing her clear plastex
heels and a short black Selab Moth Fiber robe. She found one of her
twin cousins waiting to help her get ready.
Trista,” she quickly corrected herself, while mentally cursing
her mistake. “Good morning,” she added, shaking her head
worry about it, Your Majesty,” Trista replied with a forgiving
smile. “Let me help you get dressed for today.”
was wearing a maroon bodysuit with black trim. She was also wearing
black crotch-high boots with fifteen-centimeter heels. A wide black
nerfhide belt hung low on her hips.
Tenel Ka replied.
an hour later the Hapan Queen was wearing a black and dark gray
Dathomiri lizard-hide bodysuit, with black ankle boots that had
chunky fifteen-centimeter heels. She was also wearing her silver
durasteel belt, with her lightsaber maglocked to it at her hip. She
had decided to go without her armbands or wrist jewelry for today.
One of the simpler versions of her Crown was on her head.
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