Gailte smiles. "Why, thank you, my dear. I think this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship." She takes a sip of wine and walks to the admiral, her heels clicking. She was now going to seduce the admiral, and hopefully make Zenobia her slave, or, in a worst-case scenario, become her bitch. But she was going to sleep with her. "But I must say, I am rather tired and dirty after my... captivity. So I am going to take a shower... but..." She put her glass down and sat on woman's knees. "I think it's time to... maybe not finalize, but bound deeper our relationship." She put her lips right next to Zenobia's, started groping her stit and ass. "Considering, how high your position is... you must be... frustrated... not being able to be properly taken care..."Her hand slides underneath her uniform. "your position does not allow you to live your fantasies... so my proposition is this..." She lightly twisted woman's nipples. "While I am in the shower, you are going to change - and prepare a set of clean clothes for me as well. We are high ranking officers, so stockings and heels are a must. You will also prepare a set of toy you want to use... understood?" She kissed the woman's lisp. "Now get to work." Gailte got up, and went to shower. Gailte was sure she and admiral would fuck - the only question was, who was going to be on top?
As they walk, she says, "Honestly? I didn't really have any marketable skills after the Order fell. All I was really good at was fighting, and I was afraid that if I signed up as a mercenary they'd figure out that I had the Force and sell me to the Inquisitors. Jedi need to eat too, so I took up a job dancing. I had never danced before in my life, but I had the body, and I was athletic from years of training, so it didn't take long for me to get good at it. People wanted to pay me to do more, and honestly, after years of rarely having sex at the Temple, I wanted it too. It wasn't banned in the Order, but it was frowned upon, especially if you wanted it a lot. It was a natural progression. Honestly? I liked the job." The group makes good progress, walking through the rain to the LZ.
The sergeant falls to his knees, wheezing, and collapses. The others run off, one of them screaming into their comm link about a lunatic droid in a death trooper mask. DT reaches the LZ a little while after Fendrat's group does. He can see the Zeltron and Jedi chatting, as the corvette breaks through the atmosphere on the horizon.
When Gailte finishes her shower, she sees Zenobia waiting for her in a set of lacy black lingerie, with stockings connected to a garter belt, a set of high heels on her feet, and a seductive smile on her face. She sees an identical set of lingerie, adjusted to meet her curvier frame, on the bed, and a replica of her old uniform, complete with thigh high boots and a short skirt. On Zenobia's desk, there stands a large, thick dildo, a long double sided dildo, and two butt plugs. Zenobia smirks. "Let's finish what we were doing before that Mando interrupted us."
" Well, I can't promise you anything, but maybe you will managed to continue your job, this one for Empire. " He said, thinking about what they do to her. She will go to prison or some of admiral will take her as toy? Fendrat feel ewen sorry for her... But his loyalty was in first place for team mates, secend for Empire. He can't help everyone. Zeltron look around and see Deet. He wave to him and continue walking to LZ.
Gailte smiled as she walks up to the woman and kisses her. "Yes let's." She caressed admiral's cheek and ass. "Now, be a good toy and get on your knees. Then, as I start putting on my uniform - which you had prepared by some accident -" she said knowingly "you will be telling me, how you want to be threated..." Gailte then started putting on her uniform.
She shrugs. "I guess that's better than being tortured by the Inquisitors until you're just a parody of yourself, burning down orphanages or whatever dark siders like to do." As they wait, the corvette comes down close to the ground, and opens the ramp so they can all get on.
Fendrat smile with joy. "Yeh, that part of being in army need to be fixed. It is simply unlogic to showing to everyone what power you have. It is better if oponent doesn't know what to expected than let him know you can take his air." Fendrat didn't know why he talking with her? Maybe because it will be her last chance for normal chat? They finaly reach the ship and they enter on them. " So, I don't know if you get something to eat later. Are you hungry? Or thirsty? I have soldier food or water if you want."
Gailte smiled. Slut? By the time she finished with her, she would be her slave. The little slut had predispositions - she already called her mistress. Gailte finished putting on her clothes and sat in admiral's seat. "Drop the bra and panties. Start pleasuring yourself." As she said that, Gailte searched the desk for portable holo-recorder, then, when she was sure that Zenobia didn't look, she started recording. "Enough. Grab that dildo with your teeth and start crawling with it to me."
She smiles. "I'd love some water, if you have any. I haven't had a drink since before I got on stage. Dancing and fighting tends to make you thirsty". The ramp closes behind the group, and the Captain stands there to address them. "Well done, everyone. We'll be heading back immediately. Get some rest. You earned it. Take your prisoner to the brig, and make sure that the crew doesn't get a good look at her." He salutes, and goes back to the bridge. He walks to the bridge, and activates the intercom. "Alpha One, mission accomplished. You can go off alert. Alpha Two, remain where you are".
As he returned to the ship, he was a little glad the jedi didn't resist while he was away. And seeing how she and Fendrat were getting along quite well, maybe she was the woman the engineer was looking for all along which could resist his pheromones? Hmm. With that thought, DT-L30 rips aways his makeshift cloak, and heads to his quarters to take a shower to remove the stench of oil on himself.
“Hey...Hey! You look like you probably fucked up your last job...don’t you walk away...” Dana was skilled at a lot of things. Being charming wasn’t one of them. Usually, the typical crowd she hung out with, ignored it because of her looks and her use as a crew member, but there was a reason they’d only keep her around temporarily. “Miss Dannan, perhaps a change in tactic is in order?” Her droid that remained at her side was about all she had for company. It put up with her. It had to. Unlike the rest of the types that crowded the bar area trying to take a load off from the flight. Dannan leaned against the door, arms crossed, before she actually took a minute to consider her droid’s input. First, unfolding her arms. She had to look more open. Placing them on the cold metal behind her, it presented her chest out more without her thinking about it. Second, forcing a smile. Third, she could try flattery. Supposedly, that’s how people broke the ice when their reputation wasn’t there to speak for them. Seeing the next passerby who looked like he had money for a ship, she had to get his attention with a softer approach. Alright. She could do this. She landed a husband, after all. This shouldn’t be that much harder. “Hey cutie, feeling a little lonely all abroad that ship by yourself?”
Zenobia slides her arms behind her back and undoes her bra, the lacy fabric falling off and revealing her pert, shapely tits. They aren't as big as the milf captain's, but they are round and firm. She slides her panties down her legs, and begins to play with her clit, juices flowing freely from her pussy. The Admiral holds the dildo between her teeth like the hero of a romantic holofilm would hold a rose, and crawls across the floor to her new mistress.
The showers are communal, and he sees Meera peeking at him from time to time as she strips and takes her own shower, water running down her moderately sized breasts and firm ass.
Fendrat give salute to capitan. "Yes Sir!" Next he take bottle of water and lead her to brig as he get order. "Sorry, I can't untied you, so I will give you water. Give me signal when you want to stop." He said, letting her sit on the chair and slowly letting her drink, not too much to not dive her. When she show him, she have enough he take bottle. "So. I'm glad that you give up. I don't like killing, well to be honest it will be more possible that I will get killed, but still thank you. I was always thinking the Jedi can't having sex in Order."
She sees a well armed and well dressed man in his late mid to late thirties. He looks in her eyes with a piercing gaze for a moment, before his eyes rove across her body. "Maybe. Who wants to know? And why?"
Gailte takes the dildo, and 'allows' Zenobia to wet the dildo with her mouth. She then puts the toy on the desk. "Now, stand in the middle of the room, your legs apart, your forearms clasped behind your back. Don't move." Gailte choose the spot the holo would get the greatest image of her. She then walked behind the woman and started pleasuring her, fingering her, caressing her, teasing her, nimbling her ears, pinching her nipples, groping her tits... Exiting the woman to the point she couldn't think .... Only beg for release.
She nods. "Sex was allowed, but emotional attachment was banned, as was "surrendering yourself to lust" as Master Shaak Ti liked to say. So basically, you could have sex, but you couldn't feel anything for the person you were screwing, and you weren't allowed to enjoy it. The Jedi were a force for good in the galaxy, but I have to admit, that rule was stupid". She smirks. "I'm glad I didn't kill you either. Look, I just don't understand how a good person like you joins the Empire. Don't you know what they do?"
Zenobia gasps and moans as she feels her subordinate's hands groping her. "Oh, yes, mistress! Please, let me cum!"
