'How about another tattoo?' Loreley smiled at Tarrik and then looked to the Togruta, 'No, not really. I haven't thought about it that thoroughly. What do you have on offer?'
DT-L30 looks at them, especially the one that looked at him. But he doesn't say anything, as he was too close to Moff Tarkin location. He simply waits for him to be called inside.
Vahlia digged deep into her self seeking the force within. Hearing stories of Asaij who came from the same clan as her knew she is meant to be here. Hearing rumors of what the night sisters over the years. She knew she needed to use the magic inside her to change the course. She placed both hands down on the earth and pushed the force out over the dead. A rumbling underneath could be heard.
Gailte moaned loudly into strap on as she felt Nyni's entire hand enter her - then she felt her slave ram the strap-on as far as she could. The MILF almost fainted from pleasure as she felt the brutal assault into deepest parts of her womb. Even worse, Nyni pushed the material of her dress aside and started groping her breasts. Wack! "Yhm!" Gailte groaned as another slap landed on her ass. Rhea then grabbed her by wrists and held her tightly, while frantically pounded her ass. Her Mistress could only groan as the huge phallus stretched her back entrance. Gailte's body shook from one orgasm to other, her pussy juices flow down her tights, staining her stockings. Her eyes rolled back as she slowly lost herself in pleasure. She could only moan, groan and coil, as she was subjected to pleasure. And all that was controlled by Zenobia, who held the MILF by her hair and continued throat-fucking her, closing and opening her ability to breath.
"Sounds intresting, when are you going to beginning?" He asked and look at Cara. "Are you intrested going too?"
The Togruta brings out a collection of jewellery, from simple nipple bars, to rings, hoops and gemstones. "Are you thinking of something more on the practical side, or the luxurious side?"
One of the purge troopers from the back bolts forwards, only to be restrained by the leader. Through the helmet, his words convey a tone of anger. "What, you think you're too good to speak to us? You death troopers are glorified bodyguards. We're the best of the best, asshole. Don't get in our kriffing way". The leader shoves him back. "I apologise for my subordinate, but he does have a point. If we've been summoned for this mission, it means that there's a Jedi involved. That, or a..." He snaps his fingers. "What're the other ones called?" A bookish voice says "Sith". The leader nods. "Sith, right. They're tough, is all I'm saying. Maybe stick behind us. We're the professionals".
As the magick builds up, Vahlia sees another zombie make a swipe at her. Meetra shoves the dead witch out of the way. "Whatever you're doing, do it quick, mistress!"
DT-L30 remained stationary, but was ready to engage in a fight if necessary. Thankfully their leader had more brains than his aggressive subordinate. "Don't worry about me, I've dealth with a jedi before. Two actually. One of them is Moff Tarkin's new bodyguard." He replied in a matter-of-fact tone, "But thanks for the tip, I'll keep that in mind."
The Admiral and the slaves continue to fuck Gailte from orgasm to orgasm for hours on end, switching positions constantly. Finally, with two fake phalluses in her cunt, and two in her asshole, fucking her relentlessly, Gailte succumbs. Zenobia kisses her hard, and Gailte passes out, overwhelmed by pleasure. Hours later, the milf's eyes open, and she finds herself alone, the room dark. She sees text written on a scrap of paper, informing her that Zenobia has gone out for a few hours, but left the slaves there to protect her. As she looks up, however she sees a sight that wasn't there before. A man, looking to be in his mid 50s, stands ramrod straight above in front of the bed, looking down at Gailte, with a well trimmed beard, grey hair and the white uniform of a Grand Admiral. His features are handsome, but stern. "So", he says in a gruff voice, "you're the one my daughter has elected to spend so much of her time with". His blue eyes scan her green ones. "As you've likely gathered, I am Grand Admiral Zenobia. I'm the father of the woman who evidently fucked you a few hours ago". His tone is impossible to read. Gailte can't tell if he disapproves or not.
'I'm not sure yet, maybe tomorrow, he's still hammering out the details with his client,' Loreley answered. She looked over the various jewellery items, 'I should probably start with something simple. I can get more fancy stuff in the future,' Loreley pointed to piercings looking like tiny, silver barbells, 'How about these?'
The doors suddenly open, and DT sees Tika walk out, dressed in an elegant gown and jewellery. "Gentlemen. The Grand Moff will see you now". She turns, and leads them into the throne room, where Tarkin sits on his throne. Tika ascends the dais to stand next to him. DT senses, before he sees, Vader standing in the shadows at the side of the room. When he breathes, the rest of the group turn their heads to face him. Tarkin speaks. "You have been chosen to undertake a mission in the service of the Empire. During the battle of Mon Cala, a disturbing discovery was made. Aboard a ruined space station, inhabited largely by pirates, lurked someone else. Someone far more dangerous. This person was a member of an ancient cult, known as the Sith. The Emperor has personally requested that this fugitive be eliminated." Vader's voice booms through the chamber. "Trooper DT-L30. Your comrade Fendrat Stussad was on the station, and was reported to have communicated with this Sith. We have been unable to contact him. When next you see him, you will inform him that both he, and the engineers that accompanied him on the station mission, will travel with you on this mission." Tarkin speaks far more gently than Vader. "Your mission will begin in three days. Report to this station at 0600. You will be accompanied by an Inquisitor, whose orders you will be expected to obey. Are there any questions?"
Tarrik looks at them. "They suit you". The Togruta smiles. "Well, if you'll follow my assistant?" She gestures to a human woman, who leads Loreley into a back room, as the Togruta goes to talk to Tarrik. The human gestures to a chair. "Take a seat. Is this your first piercing?"
Loreley followed the assistant and sat down in the chair, after putting her jacket to the side. She shook her head, 'No, I got my earlobes pierced before, but nothing in intimate areas.'
DT-L30 was surprised to see Tika actually wearing clothes. At first he thought the bodyguard part was just a rumor, but it seems the Moff aimed to use all of her abilities to the fullest. As they entered the chamber, he listened closely to Tarkin's instructions, keeping Vader's presence in his mind. But when the dark lord spoke, DT-L30 salutes, "Understood my lord! I will inform him immediately." He replied in a stern tone. DT-L30 then faces Tarkin, "If I may, what if the oppurtunity to capture her arises? Shall we bring her back, or simply execute her still?"
She smiles. "Well, it shouldn't be too different from that." One Loreley's breasts are exposed, the woman begins to rub some local anaesthetic on her nipples, causing a numbing feeling. The process of piercing is remarkably fast, using a pinpoint accurate low intensity laser. After disinfecting the nipples, the woman holds up the barbells. "Good choice". Quickly, they're attached, and in the mirror Loreley can see them adorning her red and perky nipples.
