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A Jedi's Desire	By : sexdottxt Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 3415 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The next morning, the dancer girls rolled out as was customary. Bib Fortuna looked them over, flanked by Gamorrean guards to make sure they were holding any contraband. When he reached Bella, he saw that she was openly flaunting Alicia's lightsaber. He sneered at her.
“You are bold to be carrying that,” he said in Twi'leki.
“Oh? But I was assured by Master Jabba himself that this weapon is mine.”
“Yes, it is yours,” he said disgruntled. “But it is not a weapon for you to be holding so brazenly. What if the other girls got ideas?”
“Are you saying I should get rid of it?” she said, putting her hands on her hips. That remark was directed to be confrontational. She would not take the risk of leaving it back in the sleeping quarters. She knew that would leave it open to being snatched away when she least expected it.
Bib Fortuna slapped his forehead. He knew this woman was trouble from the start, and now his master's favor only made things worse. Nor would he risk the Hutt's displeasure by complaining about this Jedi Master. He had been the crime lord's majordomo for decades now. But one of the unspoken rules of Jabba's court was that his word alone was law and if you lost favor with him, that was the end of it. This Twi'lek had long believed himself immune to being thrown in the rancor pit. He did not want to test if that theory was true.
But he would not be so permissive with her either. “Conceal it. I do not want to see it. I do not want you getting any ideas.”
Bella leaned in to look at him closer before mockingly bowing before him. “I am thankful. Bib Fortuna shares the wisdom of his master.”
He didn't respond. He just left. The other girls were giggling and chuckling at that little display. Oola moved closer to her and nervously moved her hand closer to hers. Bella looked back at her and openly clasped it. Then the day began.
The Jedi Master and her new girlfriend were seen together wherever they were. They openly held hands, and performed dances together for the various patrons of Jabba's palace. Her dancing skills were just as clumsy as before like when she put on a show for the moff, but she didn't feel as awkward as she did then. With Oola guiding her, she settled into each move, adjusting to them without feeling the need for memorization or practice. She was far from a virtuoso, the artlike moves of Makashi were a far cry from exotic dancing, but it came to her easier than expected.
And the customers had good reason to pay attention to the new little couple. Both women were beautiful in their own right, two different species and totally different body types, a slim and perky little dancer alongside this tall and elegant woman with large breasts and a delicious ass, easily the kind of thing that would catch the attention of so many curious eyes. Plenty of the people who frequented this den also demanded the girls to play with each other to their heart's content. They knew most of their targets weren't lesbians either, but that was part of the fun. No matter who they were, they wielded enough power to have these girls do whatever they wanted. Including demanding them whatever little depraved fantasies they held for their own amusement.
It was another thing entirely to see two of Jabba's girls so openly and proudly together in such a way. Plenty of the dancers kept to their own little cliques and their friend groups simply to have each other's back. Some were closer than others, sticking together to watch out for each other's skin, but they still tended to be the most popular and well sought out for lap dances and other things too, and they would oblige. These too on the other hand were happy in each other's presence.
Oola was already a favorite of many of the people here. Bella Rose on the other hand was a newcomer, and her sheer beauty and tall elegant form coupled with being so close to the Twi'lek girl had gotten many people curious. More than a few of them had requested the privilege of their presence.
Bella was still easing into the erotic dance moves, let alone doing them together with a partner. On the other hand, she had no problem performing various lewd acts when asked to. She had gotten used to the people touching all over her, feeling her up. Only a few days into her contract with Jabba, they were still plenty in awe of her rare combination of having such a tall and voluptuous body of a noblewoman with a vicious streak in spite of it, and after the public execution of that moff, she had become quite the talk of the place. They were more than happy to test their limits with her, still curious to see if they could tame her.
She did not wince as she once did to their hands greedily touching all over her body. On the contrary, she danced even rougher than before back against them, as if there was a battle of wills. She always looked back at them, no matter what position she was in. That led to another thing.
Which was performances with her new girlfriend. After she did the obligatory dances, the patrons looked between her and Oola. They'd request something extra.
Before they even had the chance to specify what that was, Bella would hold Oola close by the shoulders. “You mean with her?” she would say while playing with the Twi'lek girl's lekku. Of course the answer would be 'Yes.' Then they would look into each other's eyes. Oola was equal parts grateful to her new lover for saving her yesterday as well as more than a little flustered after what they did.
“Why, I think I can do that no problem,” Bella would say, and then they would lock lips just like before. Oola was no stranger to doing things with other girls back on Ryloth, but it was another thing entirely to do it out of sheer love. Their tongues flicked hard in each other's mouths while running their hands all over each other. Despite just coming into this sort of thing last night, Bella felt no hesitation either and was also plenty happy to openly do this sort of thing.
Sometimes that would be the end of it. Sometimes an open display of affection from two ladies inseparable from each other and holding hands was all that was needed. Other times they would ask for a little more than that. Bella was still leery on doing this sort of thing with these other people, knowing that so many of them were deep down not too different from the man she killed the day before. Nor would she be happy to let her new girlfriend fall prey to their touches. But she had a work around for that one too.
Without giving them the chance to specify what else they wanted, Bella would step things up a notch with Oola. The first time, she her fingers right in the Twi'lek girl's vagina. She was still a novice when it came to doing this sort of thing with a woman, but Oola was so very receptive to those touches from her new girlfriend. Usually the girls here would play around and fake orgasms with the other girls and the patrons too, but not this time. More than that, the regular clientele she was used to had made her bodyy develop a taste for so many of the unscrupulous types that were all too common here even if her mind wished otherwise, and her flesh was always on fire to some extent in this life of servitude. Yet her admiration for the Jedi Master had turned that mere desire into pure affection and love, and she quickly climaxed, spraying her fluids all over the place.
Bella took her fingers covered in Oola's juices and licked them. No stranger to her younger lover's taste at this point, she still relished in knowing how easy she could get her off at this point. She put those digits to the Twi'lek's mouth and without thinking the girl would close her eyes and lovingly clean them off with her tongue and lips. Then Bella would lick her own fingers again, savoring the mixed taste of Oola's pussy juice and her tasty oral honey.
Without warning, the two lovers started making out again right then and there. They had forgotten all about where they were or the show they were being asked to put on and instead fell to the floor going at it. Oola pulled Bella's top loose, exposing her delicious breasts and sucked on them hungrily. Bella stroked the other girl's lekku, looking down at her lovingly. She was sensitive in her breasts when she was younger, and they had always been much larger after having her daughter. But that motherly calmness didn't last long when Oola's fingers slipped inside of Bella's tiny little dancer bottoms.
Bella moaned suddenly. Oola was far more delicate and refined in her technique than the Jedi had been, and was the older woman's superior just like before. Her fingers reached into her thick pubic hair and found the clit, the aroused nub already sticking out. Just as the Jedi Master's concern for Oola had brought out a flame of happy lust that excited her body and mind beyond what she was used to, so did Oola's touch as her first time with a girl stimulate her in ways that no other woman's touch did before.
But Oola's technique was what really excited her. Bella had been too taken aback from her first experience last night to properly appreciate it, but she realized the girl knew exactly what she was doing. The way that mouth sucked her breasts, those fingers pleasing her clit, it was just the perfect pace which sent electric shivers through her whole body.
Bella nervously came again before she even realized it. She let out a sudden and short little shriek from the back of her throat and gasped weakly before she caught herself. The patrons who had requested her time and company noticed that one even though her climax was nowhere near as obvious as Oola's was. They chuckled, watching this proud Jedi Master be debased in public like that.
Bella also felt something like shame, cumming so strongly in front of all these people. She wanted to say something to Oola to get her to stop. But she was far too excited and breathless to find the words in Twi'leki, and could barely speak it in her native tongue of basic. Her tits were still being suckled on and she weakly stroked the girl's head to get her attention.
Oola felt Bella touching her, wanting her attention. She briefly gazed up at her, saw that look in her eyes. She didn't recognize a need for her to stop. Instead she went even farther. Still licking all over Bella's tit, her tongue whipping up on the hard nipple and her fingers gently massaging that horny clit, she knew how weak the other woman was. She closed her teeth ever so slightly on the sensitive cap.
Bella threw her head back and growled nervously. Her body was already weak in the throes of such an awesome climax and Oola knew how to step things up even more. As she nibbled on Bella's sensitive nipple, her fingers slipped down and into her vagina. Unlike how she only nibbled on the Jedi's breast, she was far more ruthless with her pussy, quickly stabbing her fingers in all the way, back and forth. She was already ready to cum again and submitted to that electric feeling of rapture.
Only for Oola to stop short of bringing her to orgasm. Bella looked down at her. “Please...don't stop...” The Twi'lek was slowly sliding her fingers in back and forth, teasing her. The woman's vagina was already quivering in that post climax ecstasy, but Oola was making it so much worse, making the pleasure almost painful. She still had that tit in her mouth and was looking right up at her with an evil slyness.
Satisfied, Oola went at it faster than ever. She sucked on each of the breasts fast and hard while stabbing her fingers deep into Bella's pussy. There was no question this shorter and slender girl was totally in charge now.
Unable to take it anymore, Bella came again. This time her voice was far more depraved in the midst of this climax, screaming as she came all over Oola's fingers, her clit spraying on the palm of the hand deep in her panties. Just as she was taking it all in, Oola took that hand out and showed it to her. She didn't even need to say anything, the meaning was clear, and Bella knew it too. She licked all over the wet hand slick with pussy juice, the fingers, the palm, everything.
When she was done, she held onto Bella. The two lovers stared deeply into each other's eyes before they shared another tender wet kiss. At that point most of the patrons were staring at them. As their lips parted, there was a long trail of spit that shone in the brief light before it snapped apart.
Then the whole crowd erupted into an uproar of cheers. Bella looked away blushing, while Oola no stranger to this type of environment smiled back and waved at them. Despite Bella's own history with these types, it had been so long since she had interacted with them and more than that, being objectified like that in front of so many people was also a bit humiliating. All her earlier confidence from that morning was gone.
She had hoped that nobody was watching her. But her embarrassment got one of the other patrons to get up and approach her. He was even taller than her and had a big smile on his face.
“How about the both of you give me something more?” he said, stroking his crotch. He made a motion to one of the private rooms. Oola was no stranger to men like him but after that lewd and passionate performance, the thought of doing it with someone like him turned her stomach. She hoped her new protector had an idea.
And she did. Bella didn't need to flip on her lightsaber. Or even use the force to hurt him. Instead she waved her hand right in front of him. “You're happy with what you got,” she said.
He blinked hard for several seconds. “I'm happy with what I got.” Then he walked away.
Bella looked at the Twi'lek, who stared at her in amazement. “How did you do that?”
She shrugged with a light grin. “Just a little mind trick.”
After that morning display, they had no problem doing shows for other paying customers. Some just wanted to see them make out, others liked seeing them finger each other. The whole time, Bib Fortuna had been watching them with his arms folded.
There were also customers who were a little bolder like that first one. But they always found a way to refuse, either offering up some excuse on the fly or using another mind trick. Yet these refusals didn't escape the notice of these men, and though the latter quirk was more than enough to scramble the brains of these patrons enough to forget it, it didn't go unnoticed by their companions. As the day went on and the two evaded doing anything more than play with each other, these disgruntled people began to follow them.
“M-Miss Jedi...” Oola said to her Bella in her heavily accented basic. Bella looked back. There were about a dozen of them looking right at her. She suddenly felt very vulnerable and exposed. More than a few of them probably had blasters or some other kind of weaponry. She remembered the lightsaber she still had on her person. But she still wished to avoid stirring up trouble. She had found some strange level of respect with Jabba. Yet it was a tenuous thing.
Bib Fortuna was looking right at her. He didn't need to say anything for her to understand what he was getting at. He narrowed his eyes at her. But she smiled at him. Then she turned to her many admirers.
“See something you like?” Bella said. Then she grabbed hold of the force and sent it right at them.
All of their scowls and rapacious glares faded in an instant. The Jedi were just as proficient at using the force to control the bodies of others as the Sith were. And this one had a completely different motive in doing so.
No novice to the force, she was still rapt with concentration for what she intended. Bella grabbed the cocks and cunts of the various people who had been eyeing her with so many ghost hands. She grinned as she effortlessly stimulated them, squeezing and grabbing their dicks, inserting her power into their cunts, and manipulated them exactly as they wanted. Her focused willpower was a stark contrast to their confused lusts being stoked out of nowhere. With her mind alone she played their bodies like puppets. They looked nothing like hardened criminals and purveyor of unsavory lusts they were. Rather they appeared as pathetic weaklings exposed to the reality of the force.
She really was working them good and she knew it. Her control of their genitals were so bad that every muscle in their bodies was being worked, they couldn't escape her even if they wanted to. All they could do was thrust their hips forward as they were being hurtled towards a climax they didn't understand.
Then one by one, they lost it. The area was filled with so many weak grunts, glowering screams, and pleasured whimpers. Most of them fell to their knees on the spot, a good many other fell on their asses, and the ones left standing were still walking shakily.
Bib Fortuna looked about him in disbelief. The Gamorrean guards, so menacing and stoic too, also blinked hard at the sight of it. It was a thing to see all these people reduced to nothing. They were in no small number and were big and held their great axes, a primitive weapon but enough for this part of the galaxy. Now they suddenly felt out of their depth before this woman.
Then Bib Fortuna stormed right off. Bella laughed in triumph, sounding nothing like a Jedi. Oola hugged her and the other girls crowded around her in admiration. They were all speaking in their various tongues and even someone like her with all her experience didn't know some of them. But she understood the meaning perfectly.
“Oh stop!” she said laughing. “Really it was nothing...”
After about ten to fifteen minutes the various patrons started to recover. At that point the commotion had died down. Some of them skulked away still lost in that state of delirious happiness while the others just looked at Bella dreamily, paying no attention to all the other scantily clad women around. This proud woman just casually flicked her dark locks of hair back and smiled.
It was a rare sight for things to be so calm in Jabba's palace. Virtually nothing was going on. But things weren't going to remain that way for long. At that point Bella was lounging on one of the seats with all the other girls. Then Bib Fortuna marched right up to her.
“You!” he said in accented basic. He pointed between her and Oola and made a back motion with his hands towards one of the private rooms. “Come!”
Bella looked at Oola. The Twi'lek looked nervous. But Bella just shrugged her shoulders. Clasping their hands together, they accompanied him.
It wasn't the first time either Bella or Oola had been in one of the private rooms. Bella's bold persona had been intimidating enough to keep the other men from trying anything more than touching her all over, and her public affections with her lover after their first time was enough to satisfy the whole crowd. But neither of them could imagine doing anything for Bib Fortuna.
Even then, this room stood out. It was the VIP room, meant for large convocations of customers looking for some fun with as many girls as they could manage. Naturally it was also very decked out too, very dark walls with bright lights hanging up on the ceiling. The tables were set at the walls with plenty of open space in the central area for the girls to dance, and each table was set up with luxurious purple curtains.

Bella and Oola entered the room to find six people waiting for them. Two of them stood out, head to toe in dark rags and helmets to conceal their identities, alongside much more well dressed two men and a woman waiting for them, with a third one in the back who also wore many rags but was not so shy about showing his mug, short hair and facial stubble with a scarred line across his face just short of taking one of his eyes, glaring at her with an unmistakable hatred. Bella's confident poise dropped instantly. She knew she was in trouble.
The two in black were dark siders. This den of sleaze had apparently worked to mask their presences in the force but there was no mistaking their signature in the force. There were many mercenaries and other force wielders who used their rudimentary powers to earn a credit in this ruined galaxy and no doubt they would have no compulsions about using the dark side. Yet when she tried peering into their minds with her power, something about them seemed blank and dead, suggesting they were not mere hired muscle gifted with the force and using their powers to carve out a living in today's rough galaxy but real acolytes of the dark side who had bowed before a master at some point in their lives. She did not know who the man in back was either, but he seemed much alike his two masked compatriots though where the other two seemed cold and efficient, he burned with purpose and she could sense the fury in his eyes as he beheld her. If they had met in any other place and knew who she was, he would have probably killed her without a second thought. It was only her status as a Jedi Sentinel much like a vagabond which kept her safe from Order 66 and the many Jedi hunters still loose upon the galaxy. She hoped her daughter was not amongst their number as a Sith.
But it were the other three that bothered her. Wuja Wojaine and Lott Dod, the former an ex-senator of the Galactic Republic, then a senator in the Confederacy of Independent Systems and present on the imperial senate while the latter by some grace of the galaxy still held his position. The pale Pydrian woman took bribes from slavers and was arrested and stripped of her privileges of office and later defected to the Separatists, while the Neimoidian man was an outspoken advocate of the Trade Federation back to the days of Anakin Skywalker's childhood then the Separatists during the Clone Wars to the point of participating in a bombing attempt on the Republic's capital in Coruscant yet by some miracle still was not censured and retained his seat in the old days. It did not surprise Bella to see that the empire welcomed them with open arms.
The third man was Colandrus. This Tarsunt senator was every bit as corrupt in this legendary universe as he was in any other realm bought and paid for, and for all of the other two figures' crimes, she knew they could never be as legion as this man's rap sheet. He was old back in the day when Anakin was just an initiate to the order, and he was older and grayer now and still just as sharp as ever even decades later as Vader terrorized the galaxy, his face lined with wrinkles and white hair while he squinted with his dark eyes, his soul no doubt more slimy and wretched than he had been before. He was no stranger to these kinds of places in the undercity of Coruscant and was just as home here on another planet entirely.
She looked nervously between the three of them. They all knew her as much as she knew them. The imperial senate had been dissolved ages ago, but even then these power brokers held plenty of influence in the shady alleyways of the empire. This criminal's den was perfect for them.
“What is this about?” Bella said.
“We are pleased to see you,” Lot said, bowing.
“Master Jedi it has been sometime,” Wojaine said. “You had rather harsh words for me at my trial, didn't you?”
“I don't regret saying a single one of them.”
“And here you are now as a wanted criminal, hiding out in a den like this one. The funny ways the stars align in the galaxy, eh?”
Bella ignored Wojaine. She looked between Dod and Colandrus. “You two have funny friends. Everyone in the galaxy knows you're a bug Dod.” Then she looked at Colandrus. “But only someone as wretched as Palpatine would ever suffer your presence.”

Colandrus frowned at her. But that was the least of her concerns. Amongst the three warriors brought for the senators' protection, she couldn't fail to notice the face of the man in the back colored with anger. The only unmasked of them, his eyes were bulging with fury and he stood up a bit, as if he was answering a challenge, the scar across his face making him look more like a crusader in some far gone war than a thug working for credits. She ignored Colandrus, glaring right back at him. Whoever he was, he looked tough, and there was something about him that made her think he was more than just some thug hired for the protection of these mercenaries. The whole situation was a wretched one and she dreaded on how it would turn out. But even with her feelings going riot, she swore she could feel the dark side coming from the two in black.

Nor would she apologize for that statement. Colandrus' corruption as a senator was an open secret in Republic society. Even now as she beheld him in this new dark era, she couldn't begin to imagine how dirty his hands were, and only standing thanks to his cane, he looked far from powerless. If it weren't for the empire's xenophobia against non humans, he would have made an excellent moff.
“Does that displease you?” Colandrus said. “All this venom and malice, quite unbecoming of a Jedi. Nor would I expect to see you here in Jabba's harem.”
“That's...”
“You don't even know why we're here. Our good master Fortuna has told us why you are here. Searching for your little girl, eh?”
“What's it to you?” She reached for the lightsaber at her hip and found the hilt. The two mercenaries reached under their clothes for their weapons while the man in the back started up a bit, his eyes burning with even more intensity.
“Please, there is no need for that,” Lot said looking between them. “We are here as messengers only.”
Those words didn't do much to comfort her. But she remembered her original concession to Jabba. She was not here as a member of the republic or a Jedi. Just a mother. That statement was true now as it was then. She moved her hand away from the weapon and the other two mercenaries did likewise. The man in the back did not smile but even in his vicious eyes there was a sort of contentment.
“Thank you,” Lot said, clasping his hands in an act of supplication.
Wojaine looked at him with a dry smile. Then she looked up at Bella. “We might know a thing or two,” she said.
“Is that why you came here to visit me? Tell me where my padawan is?”
“Having the right kind of friends means something,” Colandrus said. “Including that an esteemed Jedi decided to break their code."

Bella's face colored. "What's it to you?"

But her anger would prove in vain. "Your order is gone, and here you are as a whore in Jabba's den," he continued. "Is this the legacy of a proud Jedi?"

She was about to snap back at him. But before either of them could continue, Wojaine interjected. "Your resemblance to her...I've often wondered if she's really just your padawan, eh? The Jedi would take kids from their family and they'd never see the faces of their birth parents, of their brothers and sisters. I wonder if it's the same with you. Or maybe something unexpected happened when you fooled around so long ago."

She was fuming with shame and anger. She thought to say something. But Colandrus continued.

“We know where Alicia is. She is alive.” He held out a holovid of her kneeling to Darth Vader in dark Sith robes. It reassured Bella to see her daughter alive. Though she was distressed to see her bowing before the Empire's feared enforcer and the most notorious Sith Lord in the galaxy, it was better than seeing her ride Jabba the Hutt. The sight of that dreaded agent of evil, it shook her more than when she encountered him with Aly by her side and lost her so long ago. Then it shut off.
“You have nothing to offer me if you don't say anything.”
“We can take you to your padawan,” Wojaine said. “Skip all the pretense about gathering information. Come with us.”
“Or are you saying you like this life with Jabba?” Colandrus said. He chuckled. “I never thought an esteemed Jedi Master could be so perverted.” He and Wojaine laughed openly.
“Say I come with you, what then? I'm a fugitive wanted by the empire. I'm not going to put my fate in your hands. Or betray the Jedi.”
Lot frowned. “Isn't your love for your disciple greater than that?”
Wojaine disregarded him. “We figured you'd say that. So we have someone else in mind.” She looked at Oola. “The girl comes with us.”
“What? Why!”
“The 'why's' don't matter. We have the credits.”
Colandrus took a bag out from under his robe. “And...” he said with a creepy smile, “one of the rules here is that anyone can buy who we want if we've got the money. So I ask you again. Do you want to see Aly again? Or do you want to say goodbye to your new friend? We've been told all about how good friends you are. You come with us or we'll leave with a new bit of fun.” He licked his lips at the thought of it.
Bella gritted her teeth. They had her. And she couldn't openly fight back or risk provoking Jabba's ire. This lead was the only chance she had.
“Fine.”
Wojaine chuckled. “You sure? You won't see your little lover ever again. You'll be in our care.”
“You said it yourself, right? You're taking one of us. So it should be me.”
Lot smiled and bowed as if she was his friend. “Thank you for making this choice. This decision will benefit us all, I assure you.”
Even then she rolled her eyes. His words were always measured and polite, never vicious. But compared to a slaver and someone who had taken bribes in his entire career as a senator, he was probably the worst. Bib Fortuna didn't fail to catch her disapproval. He looked right at her.
“Give us a show with your girl, Jedi,” he said in Twi'leki. “It will be the last you two ever see of each other.”
“What?” Oola said, louder than ever. She looked over at Bella. “Is that...is that true?”
Bella sighed. “It's an ultimatum. Either they take you or me away. And I won't let them have you.”
“Eat each other,” Bib Fortuna snarled. “Give us a real good show.” He stroked his penis underneath his robes. Oola looked away from him.
“Not for you,” Bella said.
“Oh but I insist,” he said and looked at the three mercenaries in back. “Things can always become more unpleasant, can't they?”
“Fine.” She looked over at Oola and gave her a long loud kiss on the lips. It was a thing of love much as it was of passion. The three corrupt senators chuckled to themselves watching it, they were feeling all over each other's practically naked bodies. Bella was far more into it, grabbing Oola's tight little petite ass, but the Twi'lek girl was very passionate herself, clutching onto Bella's full body, her big butt and her jawdropping tits, like she needed it to keep her safe. A vision like this one was truly only a thing fit for Jabba's VIP room. Then she looked back at Bib Fortuna. Oola was still covering her mouth bashfully, wanting to savor Bella's taste as much as possible. “But not for you.” She looked at Oola. “Something for me to remember you by during the worst of it.”
Oola smiled. The two of them got on the floor together with their faces at each other's vaginas. The Twi'lek girl wasted no time in going down on her Jedi lover. At that moment Bella was weaker than ever, she was far from an innocent flower and her awakening with Oola had made her far more sensitive when it came to doing things with her own sex. Yet it wasn't just the intensity of getting her pussy eaten out so much as it was knowing she was surrendering to the empire. She didn't even know if she'd see her daughter again. She had to enjoy her last moments of freedom.
She came before she even realized it, squirting her fluids all over Oola's face. Her body was already twitching, it was easily the most intense orgasm she had in recent memory. For several moments all she could do was sit there, helpless in the power of that climax. As her body quivered, so too did her emotions run rampant, and she felt on the verge of tears.
Oola had not stopped eating her lover even with those thick thighs clutching around her head from the force of her orgasm. Slowly she returned the favor giving a strong lick inside Oola's vagina. Even as focused as she was eating the Jedi, her own twat was plenty wet at that point and her pussy lips were shaking from the first slurp from her girlfriend. She was hellbent on giving it just as good as she was getting it. She was hardly an ace when it came to clamdiving unlike Oola, but it was her ferocity and the tenderness of the moment which eclipsed any clumsiness on her part. Soon they were going down on each other at an equal rate. The seven others watched the sight of them writhing around on the floor with amusement and a little bit of lust too.
Oola was whimpering, enjoying the tongue stirring inside her cunt. She had to stop eating Bella from how vicious she was getting worked up, and she wanted to enjoy this last fuck with her just as much too. Her face shining with pussy juice, an innocent smile appeared on her face as she let the other one eat her out as much as she wanted. She gasped and murmured, her smile never once leaving her face. When Bella sucked on her clit just right, that finished her off, and she came too.
Then Bib Fortuna moved so that he was standing over them and pulled out his penis. Contrary to his pale skin, his member was pulsing red in it's state of arousal. He had a sick smile on his face.
“Do me too,” he said, stroking it. “Or no deal.” The three mercenaries started up a bit, looking nervously between each other. But then both women rose up and did as they were told, licking all over the shaft of his penis. “Good,” Bib Fortuna said.
As the two of them licked his penis, their own tongues hit each other more than a few times. Oola reached forward and grabbed Bella's hand. The Jedi clasped it back just as tightly as they kept licking up and down his prick. They weren't doing it for him, but as long as they were together, they could endure it.
He was getting hot and hard from their treatment. Feeling bolder, he put his hands on both of their heads, running his fingers on Oola's lekku and Bella's hair like they belonged to him. The two of them were disgusted by this display. But it touched a subconscious part of their bodies living in this seedy underbelly to let themselves service him. And no amount of wishing would make it go away.
His member was pulsing. Bella took his shaft into her mouth first. She would not let Oola suffer that kind of humiliation. She went down on him hard and fast, not intending to let him get off easy. While blowing him, she snatched up his swollen testicles and grabbed onto them hard, short enough of actually crushing his sack. Even in the midst of such a powerful blowjob, he could sense the anger coming from this woman. He felt like she was going to suck his soul out straight from his dick. He gasped as his penis tensed up. She took it out of her mouth and pointed it right at the floor, shooting his cum all over the floor.
That wasn't the happy ending he was hoping for. But he couldn't complain. He had his fun. Oola grabbed Bella and the two shared another sweet embrace.
Each of the senators moved to him and shook his hand. He growled pleasantly at their cooperation with him and even as the two women moved their tongues up and down his pecker. “Thank you my good friends. Your support is appreciated in this endeavor.”
“Of course,” Lot said in his broken Twi'leki. “And we will continue to support you. I am sure the Emperor will see to it that you are rewarded for your efforts. Bib Fortuna will rule the Outer Rim and not Jabba the Hutt.”
That made Bella stop. She was a polyglot as much as she was a warrior, and even with Dod's pathetic knowledge of the Twi'lek language, she understood him well enough. She assumed this was a deal by some corrupt senators looking to curry favor and move up in the galaxy. But if the Emperor was involved, this one went all the way to the top.
She remembered the dark side feeling. It was no coincidence. And she wouldn't let them have her.
She spat out the taste of Fortuna's penis onto the floor and stood up, looking him right in the eyes. Oola froze, startled by what was happening. Calling her lightsaber to her hands, she ignited the blue blade and cut at him.
There weren't any words and there didn't need to be. Bib Fortuna and the other three senators fled out the other back entrance of this room while the two soldiers in black reached under their clothes and drew their weapons. Bella saw they were long staffs and then they ignited from one end with red lightsaber blades. They both swung down at her.
Bella was struggling to keep up with her two assailants. They were making fierce strikes with their lightsaber lances, alternating between using overhand cuts and stabbing right at her, nothing like the moff she had killed a day earlier. She was barely keeping up, blocking their chaotic strikes.
They were pushing back against her. It wasn't long before her back was up against a wall. The unmasked man drew a blaster from his hip and pointed it right at her. She wouldn't be able to parry the two lightsaber wielders and block a blaster bolt right back at him.
“Miss Jedi, Miss Jedi!” It was Oola's frantic voice, of whom had gotten to the other end of the room from which they had arrived in. “The other end of your weapon!” Bella barely heard her. But she looked at the other end of the lightsaber. There was a button she had never bothered with, it seemed superfluous, the mark of a padawan's blade and not a skilled user of the force. But when she touched it, the claw on the butt of the hilt opened up and another blue blade ignited from the other end.
It was a saberstaff. The same kind of weapon that Darth Maul had used ages ago in a duel that ended with the death of Qui-Gon Jinn, the Jedi Temple Guard used to enforce order, and which the Sith hopeful Pong Krell had used to satisfy his hate and kill his clone troopers on Umbara. Her daughter had apparently made some modifications to the weapon in that time. Bella herself had only briefly trained with the weapon herself back in the temple and that was decades ago. But it was exactly what she needed.
She pushed back the two with their lightsabers. They were both on her sides and just as fast turned the weapon so the point of the extra blade blocked the blaster bolt right back at the other man who simply moved his head only slightly to avoid the shot that would have taken his life. Then she spun it back around to counter back the strikes of the two lightsaber wielders. Pretty soon she was pushing back against them while spinning the weapon as needed to reflect the blaster shots of the gunner as needed, who by now was making deliberate erratic movements and shots to try and take her down.
Then the lancer duelists deliberately moved back while the gunner took to the forefront. He reached under his clothes and pulled another weapon she had seen used by imperial soldiers, a force pike. Then he lunged at her, pointing the end of the weapon at her.
It was not an armament to be underestimated. It was only the end of the weapon which was fearsome as opposed to the lightsabers of these other two. But that end pointing right at her was potent enough to sever someone's limbs, and strong enough to resist lightsabers.

He was fast. The weapon was long with range to spare, but there wasn't much to it's kind beyond stabbing motions. But it was his footwork and quick moves that were threatening to be the end of her. He was moving his weapon around in fast motions that between his strength and the vibration effect of the point of the pike, made quaking impacts that shook her body every instance it met one of the energy blades. His footwork was dangerous too, nothing acrobatic like Ataru but more blunt and yet no less skillful and precise.
She jumped up high with the agility of Ataru just as he stabbed at her and bringing her weapon to her side, swung down at him. He barely had enough time to raise his pike, and she would have cut his weapon in two if he hadn't brought up the end of the force pike at the last minute to counter her blade. She knocked his guard down, and he was open. But as soon as she had and landing on her feet made to take his head, he instantly rolled back faster than she expected and pointed his blaster at her again, firing several shots. Bella blocked each one of them and he was just as swift then too, jumping and making rolling movements to block each one. Then the duelists held out their hands and shot force lightning at her.
She forgot all about the gunner and readjusted her weapon to block the onslaught. As she was holding them back, it suddenly occurred to her just how careful and coordinated they were. She already had a feeling but fighting them for real, she knew they couldn't just be mercenaries, not with their weapons and not with how expertly trained they were in trying to take her down. And accompanying these imperial senators, Bib Fortuna making a deal with the Emperor, red lightsabers, she was fighting trained elites.
As she was holding back the double barrage of force lightning, she felt her knees buckling. Every strike from these three was vicious enough, putting her strength to the test, and it was only her Jedi calm and strict training from being reared in the temple's austere conditions as a padawan up to becoming a knight so long ago that kept her physically stable. But then the gunner stood up and charged at her with his force pike.
Bella made a gambit then, sacrificing her defense against the other two to release one of her hands on her weapon and holding her hand at him, pushed him into the wall with the force. Just as fast she regained her control over the situation with the other two, turning her saberstaff so as to redirect the double barrage of force lightning wholly onto one of them. That unlucky one reached for his lightsaber lance to try and defend himself, but it was too late. The strong impact of his own power and his ally's hitting him so swiftly knocked it right out of his hands. She suddenly sprang at him, knocking him to the floor and on top of him still in her little dancer's attire. She felt an invisible energy protecting him, it was his power as much as it was his ally's, they were putting up a defensive force shield, something the average person would not be able to feel but a trained Jedi could. But she hit back with her own power, and the psychic shield began to crack. She concentrated the force deeper in a way she hadn't known and unlike most men who would be happy to have such a beautiful woman taking them in such a way, felt his power weakening against hers. Focusing all her intent onto him, she drove her lightsaber down, breaking through the psychic shield and hit it home into his chest.
The gunner by now was coming at her again with his force pike, sprinting fast, while the other one unleashed another volley of force lightning at her. She backed up just in time dodge the gunner's strike. The point of the force pike struck the floor near the body of the one she had felled, created a large shockwave on the floor that hit right into her, knocking her back and sent the corpse flying right against her. But she used that to her advantage, using the force to lift up the corpse and throw it right at the gunner, knocking him down. With him momentarily out of the way, she focused on deflecting the force lightning back with her saberstaff.
Smiling, she maneuvered her weapon to redirect the lightning at the gunner. He would have gotten back up already, that was the extent of his strength and vitality, but getting a dose of it up close stunned him for a little longer. That got the dark one to stop using that and use his lightsaber lance two-handed. But he was no match for her, and as she held his lightsaber in blade with one of the ends, she turned the saberstaff so as to hit the hilt of the lance with the other blade of her weapon. As she expected, the long hilt was resistant to a lightsaber blade. However she still applied as much pressure as she could and before he knew it he was losing his grip.
He released one of his hands and made to shoot force lightning at her. But she closed the distance, maneuvering the saberstaff just so and cutting off that hand before he even got the chance. Then she moved in further, impaling his chest with the other end of her weapon. She snatched his lance and readied herself against her remaining foe.
Not too soon because he was standing up. He came at her again with that speed as deadly as quicksilver and then he was right at her, moving past her saberstaff. He stabbed at her with the force pike, too close for her to dodge. It would stab her stomach and she would explode into a pile of guts and ruin.

Then she felt a sixth sense. It was something like when she broke through the defenses of the first man she killed today, but far more subtle, a battle instinct, something that was intoxicating as a Jedi. She moved out of the way just in time and edged closer to him, raised her leg and brought it down on the hilt of the force pike, knocking it out of his hands. His warrior's posture was thrown forward and he was in range of the lightsaber lance. Both hands on the long hilt, she made to stab him.

But he backflipped away too fast for her before she could deliver the killing blow, almost like a dancer's piroutte. From behind him, he pulled out another weapon, a double bladed vibroblade. She knew the look of the metal and counted herself lucky the weapon was cortosis weave and not pure cortosis, otherwise she knew she'd be in trouble. But with their razor sharp coordination and teamwork, she knew she was still in for a rough time with just one of them. She breathed hard, dancing as she had in Jabba's palace with so many lecherous men and all that sex with Oola had gotten her skin sweaty, she had swiftly dispatched people who would out her to the empire with her golden blade before they even blinked but nothing got the blood pumping like a real fight. She looked at him. “Just who are you people?”
“The Emperor's enemies do not need answers,” he said.
That confirmed it. Not like she didn't already know, but this one really did go high up. “Fine. Then I'll beat it out of you.”
He came at her fast. Dealing with the fast and concentrated thrusts of his force pike was one thing, but now he was switching things up. And she thought dealing with those other two at once had been a handful not to mention him providing backup all the while, but dealing with this guy directly was another thing altogether, he was speedy and accurate, it was almost like he was dancing with her. He only used direct thrusts as opposed to switching it up with the slashing of a lightsaber her other two opponents would favor, but that was enough and she had to maintain her entire defense around his stabbing motions even with the other two enemies flanking him. Now she had to change her defense again to deal with his thrusts and slashing motions. As simple as the stabbing technique of a lightsaber lance looked, she could emulate it. Before she knew it, that lightsaber lance was knocked out of her hand.
He was so fast that she was barely able to call her saberstaff back to her hands. And it was only her experience with rough unschooled streets as a sentinel that she was able to keep up with him. She was no virtuoso with the blade like her slain colleagues in the order but she was far from a novice either, and everytime she felt that she had a handle on his moves, he went ahead and surprised her with some unexpected feint, putting her at bay. It was elegant, she had sparred with Count Dooku in the past during the Clone Wars, and there was something like a wardance in her new opponent's moves but even using a double-bladed weapon, there was nothing like Makashi in it. But for all the brutal strikes he was making at her, there was nothing of the brute force of Djem So or even the frenzied barrage of Juyo. No blademaster like the late Cin Drallig, she was still familiar enough with all seven forms of lightsaber combat to know them when she saw them, but his moves were quick and furious, nothing like any of them.
Her twin lightsaber blades did her no good either. The blades of his weapon were resistant to the pure energy swords. That confirmed her suspicion that his weapon was made of cortosis weave, but it was the length of the blades compared to the hilt that worried her. A weapon that high class wasn't found in a Jawa's junk pile on Tattooine.
And with the way he used his weapon, more than a few times he came close to taking her head. Even with a double-bladed weapon herself, she found herself losing her nerve against the ferocity of each of his strikes, it seemed like he was always three steps ahead of her. Part of it was due to her inexperience with the saberstaff that she was constantly kept on her guard, yet at the same time she knew she couldn't fight him off if she went back to using one blade either. The two blades had kept her safe against those two fighting her at once, but with his quick steps and staccato strikes, she was too distracted to call upon the force. A master of a great power, that meant nothing here.

He knew what he was doing too. He would take advantage of the reach of his weapon, keeping her at bay with one end, and then move in close, and while that normally would have been a disadvantage being in just as much danger as she was, it was his footwork and manipulation of the weapon that kept her off guard, only to move back and stab at one of her openings. And he was just as good with slashing moves as he had been with thrusting. Indeed he was so fast that the speed of his blades looked like a silver blur of steel and metal. It was only the survival instincts honed from hiding in the shadows and her attunement to the force as befitted a Jedi Master that allowed her to match his moves. He was more than her match in melee combat, fighting him alone was harder than squaring off with the three of them at once and she knew she'd have to step things up a bit if she wanted to survive.
He jumped back just as he had been sparring up close. He assumed a defensive stance. For several moments the both of them just stared at each other. Her skin was on fire and covered in sweat. Then he came at her again.

Something changed. His moves were never not precise or powerful. But they weren't as swift and deadly as they used to be. She found herself matching him, pushing him back. From her perspective she had taken the initiative now, and she was steadily gaining the upper hand. If she had been paying more attention, she would have realized that his steps were not panicked at all, instead they were very calculated, almost like a performer carefully tiptoeing a tightrope without any alarm at all.

They were getting near the bodies of the other two. It was only a slight adjustment, but he took up the offensive again. He moved one of the bladed implements high up in another calculated move. Bella held her weapon low, ready to parry any strikes. He made a swipe at her head, and she flicked the staff up to block it. That was part of his plan, and he quickly flipped his weapon around with his earlier ferocity, pointing the other blade at her stomach now that she had put all of her guard to her head. She barely had time to readjust her guard. He lunged at her, ready to make a killing strike through to the other end of her body. That battle instinct returned and she jumped to the side just in time, rolling away and landing on her knees as he would have gutted her there on the spot. Not too soon because he was coming at her again. She was still on the floor and had only just begun to stand up again, there was no time to dodge it again and if she tried to parry, she would be flung back and then he would kill her the next second. The end of his blade was poised to stab her right in the heart.
She called the blaster from his hip with the force and shot him in the face. He was quick enough to dodge getting shot in the head but she still got him good, burning a whole side of his face. A jagged scar marring him, now he looked like a two-faced monster. He only stopped momentarily from having an entire cheek burned right off but he was still coming at her despite the severity of that hit. He dropped the vibroblade and was moving at her with his mailed fist stretched outward at her like a raptor's claw.

Bella ran backwards without turning her head in a semicircular motion. He was moving at her in that same pattern, his stance deadly as any predator's. Raising the blaster, she shot at him him. He was too fast just running in that semicircular pattern, dodging every shot, and so swift was he that using the force on him to pin him down was out of the question. She felt that same warrior's instinct again and got a lucky shot on his knee.
His knee was smoking with ruin. He should have been knocked down. But he was still moving at her again, rushing straight towards her like a beast of prey, a marshal's kath hound or like any killer so common here looking to have his way with one of Jabba's girls and nobody able to stop him. She couldn't call upon the force, she couldn't think of anything, all she could do was await the inevitable.

Then his hand was on her neck. He slammed on her, pinning her to the wall. The metal coating his hand was harsh, but far more than that was the power behind his grip. She could not concentrate enough to call upon the force. She moved her head back against his grasp, but he was determined, holding it so that she couldn't get away. In a desperate fit for survival, she grabbed at his hand squeezing the life out of her with every second, but she couldn't get herself free.

She realized he wasn't doing anything as passive as choking her. He was trying to break her neck.

Her vision was going dark, the only thing she could see were his white eyes in his mangled face bearing down on her with fury. She felt her whole body going slack, feeling weak. The inevitable awaited her. Her past, the empire had finally caught up with her. She would not see her daughter again. Things seemed peaceful, but not the peace of a Jedi. An eerie calm washed over her.

If this is death, so be it.

Then her eyes widened. Everything in her rebelled at that notion and all of a sudden she was filled with a surge of malicious vitality. She screamed as loud as she could, at first a faint whimper as her breath was leaving her body, and then it grew, louder and louder until it was deafening to her own ears. She didn't know what happened first, the smoking or him lying on the floor, but she felt power, all too great power filling up her whole body, and then it was out. Wild lightning burning from her fingertips and she was frying him like a meal, charring him with the heat of her anger and her fury all too wholly denied.

He screamed and she laughed. This was power. This was right.

She stopped herself at the last minute. All those lucky breaks that helped her against those three. The will to live. It was the force. But not the will that she had obeyed as a Jedi. It was the dark side.

Even after being so thoroughly cooked, he stood up with a surprising speed, the vibroblade back in his hands. She recovered just in time and called the force she was familiar with, the friend of the Jedi and not the stranger of the Sith, and threw him back, sending him hurtling to the floor.
This time she didn't let him go. He was wriggling against her grip and she found it difficult to maintain her hold over him. But she moved and stood over him.
“Now, who are you?” she said, kicking the vibroblade out of his hands and stamping her foot down hard on the wrist that had almost sent her to the other world. She held one of the lightsaber blades to his throat.
“I'll never tell you, Jedi dog...” he said, but she stomped on the fresh mark she made. “I was trained to endure the worst tortures in the galaxy,” he said, almost laughing as he coughed.

"Tell me!"

He did laugh now. Even in defeat, he was formidable. Something changed in her, a rage she that had grown in her ever since Order 66, and before she realized it, the hand she was using to exert the force upon him suddenly singed with that same hot energy she couldn't begin to comprehend. Bella's psychic power was closing around his throat, feeling the bones and muscle in his neck growing weak, feeling him ready to break. She knew he had seconds to live.

Then she let him. Even someone as hard as him breathed in hard, taking in great gasps of air. That didn't incline her to show him any mercy. "You going to talk now?"
He just looked up at her with that same defiant scowl. She was tempted to grasp his throat again. But he didn't say a word. She was tempted to choke him, then release again. He wouldn't last long.

But she didn't choke him. She had moved lower. She had found his heart. The muscle was beating hard in his body after all that fighting, and she snatched it right up. She felt everything in his body fading, all that power gone to waste. She heard him gasping for air, desperately mouthing something that felt like words.

The thrill felt good. After all the grief he gave her, it was only right she punished him this way. But she remembered Alicia. He might know something about her. And dead men told no tales.

She stopped. She breathed hard. She had felt the allure of the dark side before, it had saved her life in the heat of this fight, but she had never tapped into it like that before. The hot sweat of battle marking her skin was now the chill of death and fear.

He took no account of that. He coughed but didn't look away from her. “You'll have to do a lot better than that," he said, his voice filled with fire and surprisingly clear even if he was rasping with every word he spoke. She realized with that scar marking his face, something clearly from long ago, and his continued insolence as she had burned off the other side of his face, that he was right. She'd find the answers herself.
She stood on top of him and moved aside his rags. She almost jumped back at the red armor underneath. He was one of the Imperial Royal Guards. Not releasing her force hold over him, she moved on over to the other two and tore aside their clothes. The same kind of armor, only black. These were the Imperial Shadow Guards, rumors all over the galaxy said they were surviving Jedi captured and broken so hard that nothing of who they were remained. But it was known that they were trained by Vader to kill in the dark side and sworn to enforce the Emperor's will. No wonder they were so tough.
Bella was tempted to see if that rumor was true. But she was afraid she might see faces she knew. Ignorance was bliss. Turning away from them, she looked at the sole survivor. His face looked like an animal chewed up in some sick fighting competition, but even then his wrathful mug was a better sight than to bear witness those of her old friends.
“Forget I asked,” she said. “I already know now. But you must know, I survived for decades after the purge. If you wanted to kill a Jedi, you should have come prepared. Even some mongrel without a name only fit to lick Palpatine's boot should know that.”
“My name is Kir Kanos!” he rasped at her, gritting his teeth. His eyes had that same fury they had when she insulted Palpatine before. “And your padawan is of great interest to His Majesty the Emperor. That upstart Vader once had plans to usurp him with his dark apprentice, his only other successful copy of that wretched Galen Marek, but she proved even greater than that, killing him. Now she licks Vader's boot like the dog she is.”
She remembered that fateful day when she encountered Vader. When she lost her daughter. The young man with him must have been his disciple and her daughter must have pleaded with the Dark Lord to leave her mother be. There was no other explanation for him deciding to spare her life.
“The Emperor fears her power.” She paused. “And craves it too.” Kanos didn't answer. Vader was already trouble, the one Sith Lord who was open about his true affiliations, but the Emperor was a whole other story. She had barely survived encountering the most infamous enforcer of the current era, but if his boss was coming for her, she knew it was trouble.

She couldn't begin to imagine how right she was. Even as Palpatine led the tyrannical new order, he kept his force sensitivity a secret just as he had during the Clone Wars. Only the likes of Yoda and Obi-Wan Kenobi amongst others in the dwindling numbers of surviving Jedi were aware of his true nature as the real Dark Lord of the Sith. As far as she was concerned, she just had that much of a bigger target on her back.
But even with her unaware of Sidious' true nature, she knew trouble was afoot. She knew the ancient Sith lore. For someone to be fully initiated into their order, they would have to commit a sacrifice of someone they loved, totally separating them from their old life forever. “But apparently, she's not to your liking yet. Not if you needed me. So. Why'd you try to kill me?”
“The Emperor wants you alive. You could be a Sith too, like Vader. Maybe even better. Can't you? You should know your padawan is the only reason Vader still lives."
“Because if he dies, then she'll have no reason not to come for the emperor's life. And you need me to control her.”
He laughed at her answer, apparently correct. That forbidden pleasure of answering the dark side's call stung her again. She would not spare one of Palpatine's lapdogs, Jedi idealism was no match for the cold practicality required of her. But she would see him dead another way, a fashion that didn't require her to sell her soul. “And if you won't kneel at the Emperor's boot, you will be ground up beneath his heel.”
“And neither happened today.”
She said that to brag, but she knew it was false. The only way she was able to get the jump on the two Shadow Guards was through deftly maneuvering past their teamwork and turning their moves on each other and even that had felt like a fluke, these slain blackguards were amongst the empire's premier dark side adepts. The only way she had won against this man beneath her who couldn't even muster up a mind trick was with the power of the dark side.

Kanos knew that boast was false too. "You want to see your padawan that badly?" he said. "It's the only way. Take his place and become her master once more.”
“Not going to happen. Your empire is on it's last legs. And make no mistake, I will see my little girl again.” She spat on his face. “Free of your taint.”
“That's it then, Jedi bitch? Make it quick.”
“I don't think so.” She wasn't thinking about the Jedi code then. Instead she intended to torture this man, make her suffer.
But just then from behind the back entrance came a familiar voice. “Master Guardsman, have you taken care of her now? We heard some scuffle and then...”
It was Lott Dod's voice. The weaselly Neimoidian hadn't fled. She moved in that direction and found the three ex-senators hiding. No doubt they expected to win. But then again, returning to the empire disgraced after failing such an important mission was foolish. She knew of Vader's temperament, a man who would kill anyone that failed under his watch. She was still unaware of just how much more vicious the emperor could be.
They made to flee. But she seized all three of them with the force, pushing them down to the floor. She held them there for several seconds before she released them. “Get up.” She lit her lightsaber. “You're coming with me.”
In Jabba's throne room, Bib Fortuna was pleading with his master to have Oola killed. The girl had refused to dance for customers yet again, even assaulted him. Her and that Jedi woman were conspiring together. Oola was feeling more defiant this time, arguing back. Jabba was about to yell at them both to shut up. And then Bella came with the three senators in tow, and dragging the three imperial soldiers as well, their armor bared for all to see.
Everyone there was stunned, unsure of what to say. Bella looked at Bib Fortuna. “Do you want to tell your master the truth?” she said. “Or will I? Seeking to usurp the seat of power in the Outer Rim is quite a bold move.”
He spat. It was not the first time he had made such a move on his master's life and he had only relented because of pity for Jabba. But when a Jedi fugitive arrived in tow and even earned favor with his master, he knew a threat to his standing when he saw one. This time he would not take chances.
However this time he was wishing he had taken that chance so long ago when he had it, and known his place in the present. This woman had unmasked his true intentions and he was left to his master's mercies. He looked back at Jabba.
The Hutt had been looking over the six of them. Even someone as sick and diseased as him, who possessed no love for things beyond his own twisted pleasures, was well informed and recognized the familiar armor of the upper echelons of the imperial military. He also knew the faces of the three ex-senators. If things were different, he would have seen them as familiar gangsters, maybe friends, most likely enemies. Good humor and cheer were anathema to life in the criminal underworld. Then he looked back at Bib Fortuna.
“I would almost respect you Bib Fortuna, if you weren't so pathetic as to throw in with them,” he said. “If your plan succeeded you wouldn't be a king. You'd spend the rest of your life licking the empire's boot on the regular.” He suddenly laughed. “Or maybe that's what you like all along?”
“ Master, I assure you, there is a grave misunderstanding!”
“The only misunderstanding is how you much esteem you think you still have.” He looked over at the imperial soldiers. Even in such a position of defeat, Kir Kanos was glaring at him with a vicious ferocity. “Throw this one to the rancor! I will enjoy watching him fight for his life before it tears his flesh from his bones.”
One of the Gamorrean guards went to the lever that triggered the trap door. Bella hadn't seen any such executions but she had heard plenty already in her short stay here. She moved to stop him.
Jabba grunted at her. “You are testing my patience.”
“And I wish to reward it,” Bella said. “May I?”
Jabba licked his lips in a cruel grin. “Oh yes. As an enemy of the empire, you may have this one.”
“Thank you,” she said with a twisted smile on her face. The dark side's vestigial effects were still strong upon her, another kind of electric exuberance rattling in her bones. She didn't know if was that taint still defiling her next actions or her acting as a Jedi Master embracing the martial role of their tradition, sworn to execute evil when they saw it, and she didn't care. Nothing could keep her from doing what she did next. Bella went over to the lever on the trap door.
“Hear me woman,” Kir Kanos said. “There will be more coming after you. You will bend before the Emperor or die under his heel!”
“I look forward to it.” She switched the lever. The trap door opened and he collapsed from under it. Without her force power holding him down, he quickly sprang to his feet. He drew his weapon. But the roars of the creature were ferocious and soon it came after him. There were the signs of a struggle. And then there was silence.
Kir Kanos to his credit did not scream in his final moments.
Bib Fortuna gulped. His skin was naturally fair, but now his expression had taken on a deathly pallor. He looked at Jabba. “Master I...”
“A grave misunderstanding, you said? I will ensure that the grave of you and your fellow weasels is right here!” He licked his lips and opened his mouth wide.
The three ex-senators looked horrified. They looked around them for security, but they were cornered by the Gamorreans and this fugitive Jedi master.
“May I have these as well?” Bella said. “I know them. It's personal.”
Jabba laughed and licked his lips. “Yes, you may loyal Jedi! After all, I do enjoy a roasted meal now and then!”
Feeling far more comfortable with the saberstaff now, she twirled it above her head like she was a maestro conductor. Then one by one, she slew each of the senators. First Colandrus, the corrupt dog who used his position to satisfy his vicious appetites. Then Wuja Wojaine, the traitor to the Republic. That left only Lott Dod.
“Master Jedi, please...” he said. She smiled and pulled her weapon away. Then she inched closer to Bib Fortuna. He could hear the hum of her weapon growing closer. The Twi'lek jumped up, looking behind him. She moved closer, putting the blue glow of the blade so close to his face that it shone on his skin. “Do you want him fresh or fried?” she said to Jabba.
“ Fresh! You are most generous Jedi. Two fried and two unspoiled ones. This will be a most delicious meal!”
“It is an honor.” She bowed before him and moved the face away from Fortuna's mug. The distinct sound of it shutting off would normally be cause for celebration when formerly at it's mercy, but now it only filled up the pale Twi'lek with dread. So much more when he watched Dod being herded by the other Gamorreans and shoved into Jabba's open maw.
She prepared to leave, then stopped and looked at Jabba again. The Hutt was licking his lips, savoring Dod's taste. “May I have him in another way before he's finished? I want to give him a taste of paradise before he tastes eternal suffering.”
“ Yes, yes! Sadistic and beautiful! I can think of no better end for him!”
Bib Fortuna was staring right at her. His blank face betrayed so many emotions, fear, anger, and in his current situation, an unbreakable defiance. She had an idea on seeing how long that resistance would last.

She pushed him down to the floor with the force. If ever there was someone she would feel no guilt for using the dark side on right now, it was him. But she had another idea in mind.

She grabbed a certain part of him with the force and he couldn't breathe at first. She grinned as she watched his manhood coming to life under his robes. Just like she had with the other customers, she stimulated him. Bib Fortuna was no stranger to the power of the force, not after dealing with her daughter, and certainly bearing witness to this woman's power. But it was something else to have this power used on him in such a way.
Bella was grinning cruelly at him. She didn't look away from his eyes. He was looking back into her eyes at first. But the pressure of her mental hands, his inevitable fate, he lost his nerve. He looked away.
Then Bella let him go right before the joy of climax. He breathed hard. As expected, he looked back up at her, almost pleading for more. But instead she walked away. It amused Jabba so much that he laughed heartily. She felt his agony through the force as he was swallowed alive more than any of his screams of protest. A smile crept on her face as she paused to hear it.
“Jedi,” Jabba said after he was finished. She stopped and looked back at him. “The man from Black Sun will be here tomorrow. That much I can promise you.”
That filled her with hope and dread. Black Sun was still a name to be feared. She was on good terms with Jabba now, but she had no idea what this other man would be like. She nodded without a word and taking Oola's hands, left the area.
That night, Bella had buried the shadow guards in the outskirts of the palace. Whatever they might have done in the empire's service, they deserved proper burials. Even if it was a crime ridden wasteland like the sands of Tattooine. They would die in her memory as the Jedi they were, not the tools of the Sith. And as she retired properly in the dancers' quarters, she was alone again with Oola.

"You're hurt!" said Oola, looking at the marks on Bella's neck.

"It's nothing I haven't been through before.”

"You suffered for me. Please let me..."

Bella knew a few Jedi tricks to accelerate healing. But Oola wouldn't have it any other way. The Twi'lek girl massaged it with her hands. It was a raw feeling compared to the serenity of the force, but surprisingly not unpleasant given how wild that fight had been.

"Thank you Oola..."

"More." She dragged her full green lips on the bruises on Bella's neck, slowly kissing them. It incited an all too familiar feeling of love and lust inside the Jedi's body.

"Yes more," she said, and then they locked lips again.

As they were viciously making out, Bella broke back. Physical pleasure was not enough to keep the specter of her Alicia away from her. She looked at Oola. “Tell me. About my padawan, did she...”
“ Yes?”
“ What did you think of her?”
“ She was much different from you. When the other customers gave her trouble she actually killed some of them. She even used your kind of power on Jabba!”
“ You mean she choked him?”
Oola nodded. “And she always kept to herself. But...” She paused.
“ But?”
“But she always stood up for us. I know they call her a Seeth." Bella smiled hearing her accented use of that word. For far too long everytime she heard it or thought about it only brought her pain. Now she had to laugh at it. "That she's Vader's servant now. But deep down she's a good person, I know it.”
"What about Bib Fortuna? How did she get along with him?"
"Oh, same as you. Though when he tried to do things to her, she choked him and grabbed his penis with the force. Then she stopped right before he came."
Bella laughed. But hearing that news about her daughter lifted a weight off Bella's chest. She wasn't Vader's creature yet. “And that Bib Fortuna is gone now. Let's make this a fun one.”
She spread her legs. Oola understood implicitly and got in the same position. The two girlfriends moved closer to each other and started scissoring each other hard. While they did so, they moved their torso's together so they were right up against each other. Bella's much larger breasts were mauling Oola's smaller ones, and the young girl could only moan weakly.
“Cum for me,” Bella said in a smooth velvety tone. It wasn't just her tone that had changed, it was the power behind them. Mind tricks worked in so many ways beyond deception. Oola shrieked as body and mind she was wracked with a powerful climax. Bella grinned feeling that Twi'lek pussy spasming on her own.
Oola had to hold onto her for support. But the Jedi woman wasn't finished yet. Her lover looked knocked out. And she wanted to make it so much worse for her.
She moved forward so Oola was down on the ground. Bella was right on top of her, using her pussy and her tits to give hell to the young girl. Oola was shivering and making strange noises. The other girls had gathered around to watch them. Bella shut her up with a vicious kiss, her tongue brutally raping the other's mouth as her body pressed up on the other one. Eventually it got so bad that Oola couldn't even move anymore.
Bella came first this time. The heat of their bodies, the thrill of domination, and all of today's events had brought out something new in her. Already under her power, Oola came again, making only a weak and muffled whimper with Bella's mouth still dwarfing hers. As they enjoyed the mutual climax, she finally moved away from her much younger lover and lay right next to her.
Oola was staring up at the ceiling, panting hard. Her face was blank. Bella kissed her on the cheek. “And that was for saving my life earlier.”
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The next morning, it was a strange thing for Bib Fortuna to not be there to rouse the girls up. But the Gamorrean guards still assembled by the door. They all stood up and went out.
However Bella was called to Jabba's side. She answered the call. “Yes?”
“ My friend will here in an hour. Prince Xizor of Black Sun.”
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Minor note, I know Colandrus is a new Disney character, not Legends, but on the other hand, he's such a sleazy piece of shit that I felt I had to include him anyway.
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