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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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Jabba’s palace was in an unusually benevolent and festive mood as Commander Kiels entered towing a squad of Storm-Trooper escorts. The soldiers were lightly armed with their standard issue rifle. The true armament was always carried by Kiels in the form of a transmitter alerting the imperial legion to converge and destroy. Besides, Jabba’s invitation was as jolly as the blubbering slug was able to be.
He appreciated the damp coolness of the palace, which ran on far less power than his standard all purpose imperial bunker, but ironically was far more accommodating in those miniscule details that contrasted his apartment as sterile and artificial. His coterie of troops included a sharp shooter scout, Corporal Deacon, and six standard sand troopers, as well as his sergeant Grinfort. Jabba had suggested they prepare themselves for a formal but festive night of celebration, and while the young troopers had excitingly groomed themselves, and pocketed some erectogens, Sergeant Grinfort remained characteristically gruff, and the frigid Corporal Deacon made no excursions to trim himself than the standard polishing of his beloved long-range and scope. Kiels smiled to himself, as he noted Deacon pace along quietly and vigilantly as a vanguard, despite entering supposedly friendly territory. He’ll go a long way, Kiels thought to himself.
Even the Gammorreans seemed buoyant, and there was a rather larger, but more well groomed and good natured crowd in the throne room. Even Jabba the Hutt seemed groomed and oiled as he sat with his favorite pipe in hand. Kiels noted the Alderaani was dressed in coils of golden snakes that supported her open breasts, decorated with jeweled piercings, and another set of smaller metallic serpents which wrapped around her girth, ending in a shower of golden tongues and tails which formed a loin cloth. She didn’t seem dazed or drugged, but neither focused or feisty. Rather she seemed dejected and forlorn with a twinge of sadness along her large brown eyes. She sat as far as Jabba’s chain would allow, along the cushions he laid out for her near his tail. To Kiels amusement, Jabba’s tail betrayed his excitement as it constantly toyed with the slave’s nether regions from behind.
Bib Fortuna greeted Kiels and led him to the honored guest seat at his usual divan set up in an alcove that provided both cover and an unhindered view of the floor. He noted that in place of the carbon frozen space pirate hung a large skinned brown fur carpet, which he assumed to have belonged to the Wookie member of the militia’s Death Star raiding party from a few years ago. He remembered from the circulating files that the animal had been a close friend of the space pirate, as was the wont of the peripheral region scum bags to band together.
Across the room in another special alcove, usually left unreserved, sat Boba Fett. Kiels tensed at the sight of the Mandlorian, who was rumored to have connections even with the high command of the 501^st. Kiels had only once seen the 501^st, and that had only been when he had graduated from the Academy and was given the honor to participate in the parade for the Emperor. The 501^st had participated as well, in a simple marching procession, and he had been amazed at the information his friend had told him, that the 501^st never seemed to accept recruits but bred them in tanks. Cloning was a banned science, even for medical purposes, and had mostly been supplanted with cybernetics. But the 501^st was the key special forces of Vader’s personal armada, which centered around the mythical flagship, the Executor. The rumor that the bounty hunter had personal connections with the higher echelon of the 501^st was enough to keep Kiels from wantonly enjoying himself, as if he were in the presence of a Star Destroyer Captain.
The Mandalorian sat, as ever helmeted, with his sawed off highly reactive rifle in his lap, as if it were a pet. Kiels could see, with amusement, that Corporal Deacon, who had stationed himself at the door in his usual kill-joy manner, was eyeing Fett’s armament with appreciation and envy.
The other guests Kiels had expected were noticeable absent; the slave traders, drug traders, and men of commerce around the five cities and Mos Eisley spaceport. Instead the crowd primarily consisted of Jabba’s entire known, and some unknown to Kiels disgust, lieutenants. Most notably, Ephant Mon, the Chevin right hand man whom Jabba was known to trust more than Fortuna, was seated in a noticeably lower seat of honor beside Fett, stroking an emerald Twi’Lek in his lap. The Twi’Lek girl was lovingly tending the Chevin’s broad husk with soothing strokes, possibly indicating she was a personal property of Mon.
“This seems to be a more private party than we expected, sir.” Grinfort commented as he took off his helmet, revealing his thick bushy beard.
“Does Fett ever take his helmet off?” Kiels waved over a serving girl to bring the refreshments she was carrying.
“Nay,” Grinfort shook his head, “They say he’s actually half a machine.”
Kiels snorted. The empire rarely acknowledged damaged individuals, placing them slightly higher on the social hierarchy than the sub-humans. Functionality, unity and harmony was the principles of a successful society. The definition of functionality differed from government, as it became more focused on the wholeness of the human form compared to the days when Mas Amedda held office. The principles of human dominance was more evident as the horned Chancellor was replaced by the Umbaran Sly Moore, though not quite human, still seemed visibly so. But even she was finally replaced by Sate Pestage who had purged the Imperial bureaucracy of sub-humans once and for all.
“His exalted Excellency, Jabba the Hutt,” Bib Fortuna announced, taking center, “graciously welcomes his esteemed guests, Commander Kiels, to honor the mighty warrior Boba Fett in his successful capture of the last Jedi.”
There was a shock that passed around the room. Kiels almost jolted from his seat. The last Jedi! His mind raced. The anarchist hero and symbol of the resistance, who had singlehandedly led the assault on the Death Star, was here on Tatooine. And Kiels had not known, and let it slip through his net, allowing a privateer to collect him. Kiels ran through the scenarios in which he might survive this terrible occurrence. He ran through his mental index of officers he had to report to, system commanders, fleet commanders, local expeditionary forces, sector governors, Moffs. He was never a well connected man. And now his resources were dry. He glared venomously at Jabba for this setup. But his thoughts were interrupted by a scream.
“No!” The Alderaani rebel clutched tearfully at her chains as the Gamorreans ceremoniously brought in the familiary metal frame that hung Luke Skywalker, enemy of the Empire.
Kiels watched in morbid fascination at the young man hanging on the rack. His right hand was missing, showing strands of wires in its place, and a large spike piercing his stump to substitute for shackles. Electric currents could be seen constantly running along his bare torso enveloping him in pain. He was skinny to the bones, as flesh seemed to cling tightly to his skeleton. That was the Jedi? Thought Kiels with amazement. The hero of the anarchist uprising was now a bare semblance of a man.
What was Jabba planning to do? Kiels mind raced with the possibilities. Torture and dismemberment of such a high profile catch was an obvious waste. No doubt Jabba would sell. But the Imperial funds for the dust ball was meager, and no amount of spice and slaves he had pocketed during the years could possibly leave Jabba a profitable margin he had probably paid to the bounty hunter.
“How much money can we gather?” Kiels whispered urgently to Grinfort, who seemed as dazed as he was.
“We’ll never be able to buy off Jabba.” Grinfort confirmed his fears.
“Personally, Sergeant. What personal funds do you carry?”
“Barely to even buy a Rhodian slave, sir.” Grinfort shook his head. They both knew they would empty their own banks if they could buy their promotion with this captive.
“Go find out the conditions, anyway.” Kiels ordered. “And keep the men on ready. Alert the Garrison to be on Level Amber.”
“Yes, sir.” Grinfort retreated into the shadows. At the doorway, Deacons seemed unmoving, but Kiels noted with appreciation that he had quietly slipped a magazine to his easily accessible write compartment.
The festivities began abruptly, as Jabba ordered the feast to be set out before the guests. Jabba’s usual band entered and began with the music. And a troupe of dancing girls fluttered in like butterflies, waving long gauzes of colored silks. The girls were heavily veiled mix of near human, and Twi’Lek, as they danced in twirls making circular arcs with their gauzes. As the music hummed on, the girls began loosening their silks wrapped around their bodies. A cheer rang out through the crowd as more common mix of sub human girls entered to mingle amongst the crowd.
Jabba’s prized Diamond Twi’Lek could be seen making her way to the bounty hunter, disrobing herself with airs of the rarest Twi’lek breed, and was completely naked before she privately undulated before Fett.
Kiels was greeted with the harem mistress, Melina Carniss, who brought before him a selection of rare human slaves. The auburn haired beauty flashed an inviting smile.
“As you prefer them, Commander, young and lithe.”
Kiels was not in the mood for an orgy, but he could not betray his mood. The women were a fine specimen of the human race, all fair, young with fear in their doe like eyes. On cue, they stepped forward in turn to introduce themselves, as he made known his preference for high bred humans.
Lenia from Malastare, Dravis from Dantooine, Ysayne from Mandalore, Taris from Coruscant, and Miriam from Koornacht. Despite his preference for city girls, he chose Ysayne the blonde, to spite Fett. He gruffly pulled her over by the wrists and threw her on the divan. Melina seemed amused as she quietly handed Kiels a small remote.
“She’s a gift.” Melina whispered in his ears, pecking his cheek.
“I seem to be getting a lot of gifts lately, Madam.” Kiels retorted dryly, as he fumbled the remote. Had he known he could take her home, he would have chosen the Coruscanti.
“The others are for you to reward your men, Commander.”
That was a surprise, as each human slave girl usually cost a space worthy starship. No doubt he could buy some off his men if he wanted. He awarded the dark haired Miriam, who was the most supple, to Grinfort, as he knew his way. And told gave the rest according to rank, but told his men to share them for the festivities. He would have awarded one to Deacon, but everyone knew and ridiculed Deacon’s aversion to sex before marriage. Miriam stood by waiting for Grinfort to return, while Kiels proceeded to peel Ysayne out of her outfit. The petite girl was trembling as he callously tore away at her clothes.
In truth, Kiels was still observing Jabba and Fett, as he absentmindedly molested his gift.
Jabba was having a joyful time forcing the Alderaani to watch as hungry ysalamiri roved over the vanquished knight, nibbling at his stump where the flesh produced blood and muscle. The Alderaani was in tears, trying to reach forward to her would-be savior and accomplice, but Jabba was holding on a tight leash, a hand on breast and another on forcing her hand to caress his large alien member. His tail, which had been dancing wickedly around her nethers, had begun to vigorously tease her womanhood. But the Alderaani seemed to merely strain for her friend, calling his name, trying to wake him.
Fett, on the other hand was still motionless, even as the Diamond Twi’lek continued her vigorous and enticing dance before him. She was kneeling, with her arms swaying like branches caught in the wind, gyrating her hips in exaggerated circles. A thin film of sweat covered her from her unappreciated efforts making her entire body glisten under the lights. Considering the strong pheromones Twi’lek bodies excrete with their sweat glands, Fett seemed indeed either strong willed or cybernetic in his resistance.
Grinfort returned soon, noticing with appreciation his new toy, but deemed it wise to report first.
“The Chivan says that the Captive is not in the possession of the Hutt.” Grinfort whispered. “He’s to be Fett’s own but the festivities are to show his court his power to subdue even the Jedi. Jabba had wanted to invite even the local great merchants, but Mon had limited the invitation as it was a high security issue concerning us. Mon was cryptical but he implied that Jabba probably has an arrangement with Darth Vader to hand over the Jedi.”
Kiels laughed. “Lord Vader has ties to a local ganster? Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I thought so, too. But Ephant Mon is a reliable source and a cool headed sentient. His sources had always been a help to us, unlike Fortuna. I trust him.”
Grinfort was right. Ephant Mon was the voice of reason to Jabba. Despite his history with the Hutt, he never overstepped his bounds, pocketing girls, drugs or money. Like today, he usually brought his own slaves, whom he usually treated gently. He was also a strong supporter of the Imperial influence on Tatooine, as he had once told Kiels himself, Jabba had more to profit from cooperation with Kiels.
“It’s probably Fett.” Kiels determined, growing more and more wary of the bounty hunter who now seemed to have not only ties with the 501^st but with the Dark Lord himself. A private transaction between Fett and Lord Vader, while it wouldn’t endanger his position, it would certainly not benefit him either. But why would Lord Vader want to hire a bounty hunter for this job?
The girls on the floor were now completely naked, except for their veils, as gauzes of silk lay in intricate patterns at their feet, while some of the cloth had mockingly adorned the Jedi. One of Jabba’s high ranking muscle, Barada the Klatooinian, entirely drunk and sporting a naked Theelin by his side, stepped forward and spewed his drink at the Jedi.
Thankfully this brought about a laugh from Jabba, encouraging more bold scum to step forward to tell their brats how they defiled a Jedi. Jabba was in a good mood as he kept the drinks and food flowing without stop. The dancers were quickly distributed along the pecking order of Jabba’s court, with Bib Fortuna taking the first choice with a nubile common teal Twi’Lek.
The Alderaani, was now naked as Jabba had let what little garments she had dropped from her form. Mellina was assisting Jabba penetrate the Alderaani by guiding his massive reptilian appendage into her crevice. The Princess whimpered and squirmed as she tried resisting, but whenever she tried to move away, Jabba would yank at her sharply, inducing a sharp strangling at her collar. Mellina knelt down, with a rare show of disrobing her chest, she lovingly lapped at the Hutt’s bloated sack, tracing her tongue playfully along the crevices. Jabba usually held Mellina up before the girls, probably to establish hierarchy, and Mellina responded with the utmost loyalty, only saving herself for rare occasions for Jabba. But in today’s festivities, she saw it wise to let the Hutt dominate her. The Hutt’s hand slithered down her ass and turned up her dress, fingering her cunt decorated with piercings evident of her slave years. Mellina purred in appreciation at her master’s touch, rubbing her wet opening against his fingers in gratitude while she guided his member into the captive Princess. The private pet stopped squirming, as she kept her head sunken in defeat, unable to watch her friend being tortured. Her eyes flowed endlessly of tears, and maliciously, the pet monkey lizard brought up a bowl to collect them for Jabba’s benefit. Jabba, annoyed at the Princess’s surrender, forcibly jerked into the girl while yanking her leash. As the Alderaani failed to respond, other than an unintentional grunt, Jabba pulled his fingers out of Mellina’s crack and grabbed both of the princess’s ankles. Mellina, briefly disappointed in the loss of her master’s touch, evidently decided to turn her disappointment into the pleasure of tormenting the girl. She walked over, straddling the Princess on her back and bent over to kneed her breasts forcefully, pulling at the fresh nipple piercings. Jabba’s tongue flitted in and out, laving Mellina’s wetness. Mellina turned around to face Jabba, allowing him her buds, as her hands moved to push the slave’s pelvis more deeply onto Jabba’s manhood. The Princess finally let out a wail of pain to Jabba’s satisfaction. Pleased, he rewarded Mellina with a loving tease of her breasts, as her hands caressed her master lovingly in return.
“Nothing like fucking the enemy’s women in front of the enemy.” Grinfort chuckled as he seated himself, pulling over Miriam with a hungry eye. The anxious soldiers were already out of their armor and raping the gift girls, almost out of sheer peer pressure induced competition. But Kiels had simply stopped at getting Ysayne out of her clothes and fondling her small breasts, as he was wont when preoccupied. Ysayne, seeing her new master in a gentle mood, stopped resisting and leaned herself against his body, often venturing to stroke his chest, as if to compliment him for being kind.
Fett either seemed reluctantly to consent to the Diamond Twi’Lek’s advances, or tired of her obstructing his view, that he pulled her over beside him with a complimentary cursory fondle of her lekku. The Twi’lek purred as she tried to entice him. But Kiels knew Fett was watching him. And the two men continued to stare at each other, absentmindedly fondling their women.
Kiels had come to an understanding of the situation. Under the façade of celebration, the real substance was the failed attempt by Fett to secretly collect the Jedi to deliver to Vader. Fett had consented to Jabba’s celebration of the show of his power, as he probably indeed needed Jabba’s resources in helping hunt the Jedi. And Vader had found it necessary to detour regular channels and convey a private interest in this captive, a high profile captive who would have otherwise given much information on the workings of the insurgents. Furthermore, Jabba was free to waste other key members of the insurgents. There was an obvious trade going on between Jabba, Fett and Vader, which excluded the Emperor.
Kiels’ muscles tightened, in his anxiety his fingers had nearly tore off Ysayne’s nipples. A tight and stifled cry from his slave brought him out of his thoughts. Kiels kissed her aching nipple, as her hand gently stroke his hair. She was slightly unbalanced by the bipolar display of pain and affection, but she would rather have him be kind to her than wrathful, as she espied her sister slaves thoroughly brutalized by the army men. Miriam, though, was becoming drunk, as Grinfort seemed to enjoy getting both of them drunk. Ysayne was surprised to see the usually shy Miriam giggle playfully, as she poured the bearded bear like officer a drink which first she let trickle off her nipples into a cup.
The lack of Kiels’ enjoyment of Ysayne was actually because he had been thinking of selling her fresh. Despite her evident beauty, he had marked her around fifty thousand credits on the black market. Bundled with the Correlian Vin, and the Tatooine native Camie, he could make enough to buy some property on Coruscant, perhaps marrying the young Naboo Apaila as a slave-wife. His other wealth in confiscated goods and spices, drugs could also help him establish a small business, perhaps in Sector 8 near the old ruined Jedi temple. But that would be cashing in his chips, far less of a recompense for his toils to rise in the ranks without being connected to a family from Coruscant. A small thought crept its way into his mind, budding from his loyalty to the imperium and its ways; He could intercept the Jedi for himself.
Kiels mood lightened at the thought, and he began to enjoy his evening. He looked up to see the concerned and timid look of his new slave. Disgusted by her sympathies trying to creep her way into his mind, he bit down hard on her breasts.
He will have to circumvent most of the military hierarchy if he were to leave enough for himself to collect on the rewards. He felt blood in his mouth as the slave whimpered and tried to pull him off of her. He sat up and unfastened his belt, letting out his member for a breath of fresh air. He landed a hard grip on the back of his slave as he forced her down on him.
‘You’re looking at the next Moff, girl.’ He thought to himself. ‘Be honored.’
He imagined a home in a palace like this, filled with human servants, with concubines at his beck and call.
‘Fresh concubines’ he reminded himself, ‘not the hand-me-downs Jabba threw at me.’
He imagined his dominance over the sector. How he would deploy his starships and utterly demolish the Hutt’s presence.
He moved his slave’s head up and down his cock, almost as if masturbating. The girl whimpered in the pain from her breasts, left unattended. Kiels gave her another surprise as his fingers moved along to her fresh dry cunt. He pinched hard on her clitoris, grinding it forcefully between his fingers. The pert nubbin hardened, as the slave scraped on the divan in pain.
Jabba seemed to be reaching a climax, as well. The harem Mistress now moaning in ecstasy as she lapped up a heap of Glitterstim from Jabba’s fingers. Jabba was pumping the Princess without stop, and the tiny girl was crying in pain and sorrow. But her cries were stifled as the monkey lizard amusingly hugged her face, inserting his small puckish dick into her mouth. Kiels watched the fascinating foursome with Jabba fucking the Princess, eating off spice from Mellina’s breasts, as Mellina fingered herself, and the monkey lizard took advantage of the Princess. Aroused, Kiels ejaculated his seed into his slave.
“Don’t dare to let that precious juice spill, girl.” Kiels whispered, feeling content. “It’s the spunk of a Moff.”
On the dais, the Princess of Alderaan, covered in sweat, let out a high pitched wail as Jabba, too, emptied his seed into her. The profuse amount dribbled down her legs in pulsating waves as his massive testicles emptied gallons of sperm, overfilling her vagina. Mellina hurried over to lap up some of his precious juice. She was soon joined by half a dozen other girls who had converged to hungrily lap up the Master’s seed that flowed between the joining of the Princess and the slug.
Everyone seemed to have been driven near a synchronous orgasm, as Kiels heard satisfactory moans throughout the room. It was probably due to the music, which had moved to a climax, and now was almost silently drumming.
As Kiels sat back in satisfaction, stroking his slave’s pussy, he was graced by the sight of Boba Fett, calm as ever, silently stroking the Twi’lek’s lekku, returning a cold hidden calculating stare at him.
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