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Crime Lord of the Empire	By : Semangelof Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 50098 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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It was dusk when Commander Kiels arrived at the garrison in Mos Espa Central, the capital of commerce and culture on the dustball backwater planet of Tatooine. The Mos Espa garrison guarded the offices of the attaché to the Prelate of the Subsector alpha of Sector 67 of the outerrim. And even that attaché was usually vacant, substituted by monthly reports by the military commander of the garrison. In effect, the highest ranking government official was himself, serving not only as the commander of a thinly spread legion of stormtroopers barely ten thousand strong, but also as the governor, and enforcer of peace on the desert planet.
His stormtroopers lacked any significant mechanized infantry, and had to resort to riding Dewbacks. His predecessor had told him it was primarily due to the sand storms that kept breaking down the equiptment. This limited his range of operation to the populated cities. Kiels could let that pass, as he considered anyone brain dead or desperate enough to moisture farm out in the wilderness was beneath his attention. He knew that more than 95% of the actual economy functioned around the five major cities around the equatorial belt, and the crux of that economy dealt with smuggling illegal merchandise on and off the planet. Jabba was the center of Tatooine, and the people of Tatooine considered Jabba as their de facto regent. His predecessor had told him that the empire chose to remove the attaché to the subsector Prelate when Jabba had boycotted the whole economy of Tatooine by innocently going legal for a month. The coffers and taxes from Tatooine dried up within a season while Jabba had his sabbatical off at Nar Shadaa.
Kiels understood his duty. Keep the money flowing, keep Jabba happy, but keep things under control. As long as he could milk Jabba to make the taxes, he gave Jabba a free hand in almost anything. It was only these unusual times when actual military operational commands came down, did he have to go out and put Jabba in his place, reminding him who ruled the galaxy.
Kiels had his servants air-wash and scrub the Naboo girl before supper as his other slaves removed his clothing and for his water bath. He had only two human slaves, being a xenophobic imperial officer through and through; a local girl, and a rare Correlian, both a gift from Jabba during the years. He had been rough on the local girl and careful with the Correlian, but with the new Naboo girl, he could be rough on her as well. Kiels whetted his lips in anticipation.
He entered the bath, finding the local girl known as Camie preparing his bath water, and the dark haired Correlian Vin scenting herself with oils to please him. Vin rushed forward to unrobe him, cooing, “Master, I’ve missed you.”
She seemed more eager than usual, perhaps because the servants had informed her of the new arrival. The dirty blond Camie sullenly continued to test the water. Being a local girl, she was unaccustomed to so much wealth of water that she privately enjoyed the bath, if it turned out to be a good day and Kiels was pleasant. On bad days, she often found herself held underwater longer than she liked.
Camie was completely nude, busily bent over ant testing the water. Kiels could see that ugly whip marks that the vibro-shard Bantha tail whip had left on her back. He softly ran his fingers across them, drawing a surprised reaction from both Camie, who was not used to soft touhes from her master, and Vin, who seemed alarmed at the lack of attention she was receiving.
“Girl,” Kiels addressed Camie. Camie immediately knelt before her master, placing her hands gently on her lap, but drawing her shoulders back to better expose her breasts, as she was taught to. Kiels chuckled as he bent down to playfully fondle her pert breasts. Camie, who was not accustomed to a carress was unsure whether or nor to suppress a moan or to let it out. She ended up turning her face away, blushing, her heart pounding at both fear and anxiety. Kiels was amused as he sat at the end of the tub and pinched her nipples rapidly, hardening them. Kiels shoved his feet roughly between her thighs. Camie parted them for her master as she let his feet carelessly stroke her labia. Vin, who had stood by in amazement at the lack of attention her cosmopolitan master was giving the backwater farmgirl, took the initiative to start caressing his shoulders, pressing her full ripe melons to his neck. Kiels didn’t seem to mind, but neither did he respond to her advances, allowing her to continue debasing herself. Vin pressed her sandy unshaved pussy to his back, trying to elicit a response. But all of Kiels’ attention was on Camie as the confused girl was at a loss at what to do. Kiels could see her knuckles tensely whiten as she clenched her thighs. Her head helds away in shame as his feet roughly rubbed her womanhood, and his breastplay became more and more violent. His hand would alternately squeeze her breast with increasing strength or twist her nipples harder and harder. Camie’s face shot up to look at him in shock and fear as his large toe slipped into her wet crack. She saw he was still absentmindedly thinking of something else, not even giving her the slightest attention, but Vin, who had been vigorously trying to please him from behind drew a sneerful smile, sensing Camie’s abuse was now beginning.
“Master,” Camie barely found it in herself to beg a whisper to her intimidating master, “please.”
She was surprised that Kiels opened his eyes and looked at her all of a sudden. His hands stopped hurting her aching breasts and came up to cup her cheeks gently, as if she were his lover.
“Camie, dear, go outside and tell the house keeper to acquire some live fresh electric sand eels. I want to try something.”

“MASTER!” Vin cried out in despair as the servants fastened her to a rack. “Master, please no.”
Kiels, however, was lost in thought as he sat watching her from his seat. The new girl, freshly air-showered and combed, sat naked at his feet, fondling his member as if it was a trophy she had won. Camie stood rigidly next to him, as Kiels fingered her cunt, still only paying the least of attention he could give her. As Kiels was actually lost in thought, balancing the outcome of Imperial and Local duty. Of course, he had recognized Princess Leia Organa of the Alderaan, ex-senator and now criminal leader of an anarchist militia. But it was now balanced between Jabba’s wishes and his duty to report to his superiors.
He motioned the servants to proceed shoving the eels into Vin’s womanhood. The eel began to emit electric currents which shocked even the servants and sent Vin into a rigid convulsion.
“What I lack is Glitterstim.” He muttered to himself. Jabba’s eel had been coated in the narcotic. He had no doubt that the eels was also carefully manipulated surgically to allow cybernetic appendages for external electrodes.
His position relied on Jabba’s cooperation, as well as the official weight that the imperial appointment carried. Even if he fell out with Jabba, his safety was assured by Imperial might. But his Imperial position would be compromised as he had failed to keep the money flowing. Vin continued to scream and convulse, interrupting his thoughts. Kiels motioned one of the servants to gag her.
Leia hadn’t screamed as much when she had been tortured. She was obviously captured during an attempt to retrieve Captain Solo. But would the rebel alliance risk more and more of their operatives to become captured by Jabba, just for one man?
“Camie, go and ease Vin’s pain.” Kiels drew his hand from Camie’s hole and handed her his vibroshard whip. Vin was too lost in pain when Camie’s vengeful lash came raining down on her. The sound she emitted was inhuman enough to surprised his new pet, who stopped stroking his member to look at Vin in shock and fear.
Kiels chuckled at the naivety of his new girl. He lifted her from the floor by the waist and unceremoniously bored her onto his penis. She squirmed as he lowered her, trying to ease her pain by softly rubbing her labial mounds on the tip of his penis in a desperate attempt to get arouse and lubricated at the last minute. Kiels didn’t care, as he roughly penetrated her, his hands groping towards her small breasts and kneading them around.
“Shh,” he whispered to his squirming slave. “There is nothing Vin can do. Nothing you can do. And nothing I can do as well.”
He nodded to himself, silently. Camie’s lashes were her own hatred of Vin. Kiels had only let it loose to whence it came. If the Alliance was foolish enough to keep sending agents in to rescue their comrade, that would be their prerogative. If either Jabba or the Alliance topples in the process, he would have no hand in helping either. The Alliance, though able to go toe to toe with the Empire on the field of battle, was no match to infiltrate this region of space without raising suspicion of their activities. It would all be a small operation in the dark. Jabba against the Alliance on his home turf. The victor will then be the subject of Kiels scavenging.
“Let them fight it amongst themselves.” He said to no one in particular.
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