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Carnor Jax was smiling too. She wasn't looking at him, still just staring right back at her latest victim. His mind blazed over in orgasmic stupor, she wanted to see how he'd fare under her vicious gaze. Being one of the higher ranking types in this cotillion, maybe he'd let slip some thoughts about the inner workings of their operation without having to actively using the force.
He sensed that intention too. Then he said, bellowed actually, with all the grace of a loud drunk at a cantina on Nal Hutta, only two distinct words. “Mara Jade.”
She couldn't ignore that one. She looked up at him as soon as he said it, and he was looking straight at her. Knew the look in his eyes, knew what he was thinking. He was staring right into her eyes with all the harshness of a Gamorrean on Tattooine making sure that none of the girls brought to that peculiar Hutt wasn't trying anything. Whatever she thought of him for betraying the Emperor, there was no doubt he was looking like a man befitting his station as Sovereign Protector.
Finally Urai Fen of all people broke the silence. “What?”
Carnor Jax looked at him. There was a vague sentiment of dissatisfaction on the Talortai warrior's avian face. The sovereign traitor just shrugged his shoulders and chuckled. “They say there's a criminal loose on the streets of Coruscant. A killer who shows no mercy. Her name is Mara Jade.”
“Maybe she's here,” the inquisitor said, trying to reassert his ground after she humiliated him so badly. He looked down at the moff, still on his knees, still quivering. “Maybe she just fucked you up.”
That got a few chuckles. Even after he had been at her mercy, had been made to look like a boy, he had earned his keep amongst the men here. After her most recent kill, his performance didn't look so bad. And they were all itching to get back at her.
“That's what I thought too. But then I realized this one can't be her. From what I hear, Mara Jade is a killer. Look at you boys, getting hard all over again! Our weak spot is right in front of her and she doesn't take that chance? No, I think this woman is anything, she's a whore sent from Palpatine to watch over us. A spy. Not a real killer.”
As trained as Mara Jade was, she couldn't prevent a flaring up in her chest. Not desire, not kinky fun, but pure anger that burned hotter than anything else she had felt this night. Her expression hadn't changed either and yet for the two last men who hadn't gotten down and dirty, they noticed that change. It was as subtle as the change in the golden glare from under a Jawa's hood, but it was there all the same.
“Really...” said Tyber Zann. “In that case, maybe I should find and recruit this Mara Jade after we're done with this whore. After we're done with killing the Emperor. A killer and a killer, right? The kind of woman I like.” Something resembling a grin crossed his emotionless face. He was looking down on her alongside Carnor Jax. Together, their joined malice made them look like a fitting pair, the Sovereign Protector far more befitting a shadow to the crime lord of the Zann Consortium than Urai Fen ever did. But she figured that was appropriate, scum like Carnor Jax could only ever lick at a gangster's boot than serve the Emperor with faith and fidelity.
“Take this as a good luck charm, eh?” Carnor Jax said, handing him his bottle of sparkling water.
Mara Jade hadn't given much thought to Tyber Zann since she arrived. As far as she was concerned, these criminals were all the same, whether it was Jabba the Hutt rotting in the desert of Tattooine or Prince Xizor plotting from his palace here on Coruscant under the empire's nose, they were all men who thought they were above the Emperor and his rule, plotting out their pathetic little fiefdoms that were scribbles in the sands of a beach compared to the waves of galactic rule. She always figured Palpatine would let them entertain their little fantasies, like spice addicts too high in the stars to realize they were groveling in the dirt.
In her current position, she could not be so sure. An open traitor thrown in with usurpers, sure, there was merit to that even if it was normally a stupid notion. But with Carnor Jax and these other imperial workers at his side, he wasn't some common thug playing at being kingpin, something that even the likes of Jabba and Xizor in all their appetites and perversions could claim. He was aiming for more, had the means to do that.
There was so much malicious intelligence in his eyes. A man like him was inferior in all things even to the likes of that inquisitor or the moff she had just conquered, let alone the two nobles she had first broken. A man whose power only came from those around him, who was around because the Emperor let him. Even rebel scum on the sole of her boot was better than him. But he had the aim to change all of that.
He was unafraid. He boldly went on over to her with a practiced intensity that made you unsure whether or not he meant you harm. In her current position, she was not an Emperor's Hand trained to kill and break all those in her way. Just a whore at his mercy.
He was pitching a tent in his pants. Taking the bottle of water into his hands, he gently poured it over her form. Not the sexy way she did it to herself and not how roughly the moff did it. He was treating her like a lady. Then he simply took one of her hands into his and lifted at it, prompting her to stand. He bent low and kissed it with that daring bravado so common to gentleman criminals, no whatever what race, what world they hailed from.
“Be careful,” said Carnor Jax. “If this whore tries anything, I can put a stop to it. But if she's Mara Jade, I don't know if I'll be able to save your head from her.”
Tyber Zann looked back at his new comrade. “Don't worry. I'll just have you watch her. After all, you don't know if it's her right?”
“Yes, she could be just a whore. A spy of a whore, but a whore nonetheless.”
“In that case, I'll give His Majesty the Emperor something to talk about.” He moved behind her.
Mara Jade kept her anger in check. She hadn't slipped yet, but Carnor Jax was onto her. She could not risk that chance again. All the more true as in her current position, they were looking right at each other.
Tyber Zann would give her other things to focus on. He took one of her breasts into his hands and began playing with it, stroking the nipple by now standing up with full arousal. He gently stroked it with his fingers, pushing it into the areola and then bringing it out again. At the same time, he had also started playing with her clit. After everything she had done, the nub was sharply sticking out of the hood, screaming for a touch, any man's touch.
That same time, Carnor Jax was still staring at her. Felt him using his power with the force to probe her mind. She was disciplined enough to resist him with her own mastery of the force. That was still true even in her current position. But as Tyber Zann was touching her just right, she felt her mental prowess wavering.
He was kissing her neck. Slowly, he dragged his lips up and down her skin. In tandem with the way he was molesting her sensitive spots, his hot breaths were speaking to something deep inside of her. All the while she still felt Carnor Jax trying to penetrate into her mind.
It was easy enough to fake vapid and inane thoughts to keep a predator off of her. It was another thing entirely to still do that when a man was driving you crazy. She had her fun with the inquisitor, had fucked him wholesale while the treacherous Sovereign Protector was sizing her up, and managed to endure it all. But she had only snatched that power play from the moff back at the last minute and now she was all too vulnerable to the slow and subtle touches of this gangster. He wasn't a disgusting sleaze like Jabba and he didn't need any of Xizor's potent pheromones to do the trick either. He knew exactly what he was doing.
And he only became more aggressive. He still touched her at that same measured pace, but he started chomping down on her neck, biting into her really hard and then slurping and slobbering all over her when he had gone a bit too far. The way he was fondling her breasts and fondling her clit at the same time, he didn't need any mind reading talents to know he was having an effect on her. He could feel it in her flesh, could taste it in her heat. Her bare ass up on his crotch, he was getting so hard in his pants.
Ironic that the most criminal of men here was acting like a proper seducer. Taking his time, he kissed up her cheek, sometimes dry and gentle, and sometimes long and wet, before his lips were at his ear. He blew a stream of warm air into it and said, “What else do you want me to do?”
The whole time he was touching her, Carnor Jax was still probing her mind. She couldn't actively resist his efforts with her own force power, lest she expose herself. Just the slightest crack would alert him like a massiff to the scent of blood. The heat in her body, Tyber Zann's paws on her body, it was getting so much worse. It was a flood of emotion and sensation that would rock her body and break her mind.
She remembered one of the earliest lessons the Emperor gave her as one of his hands. That if she should meet someone else trying to probe into her identity and all else seemed impossible, then she should not act the fool, but become the fool. Make them believe they were wasting their time and infuriate them.
Zann was nibbling on her earlobe now. What he said to her came back to her. She suddenly screamed, “I want you to use me daddy! It's so good!”
She hooked an arm around his head, pulling him close. Then she hit her ass back on him, moving her hips like the stripper she was playing herself as. Her natural strength, she was holding his neck hard and not letting go.
He didn't mind one bit. No stranger to escorts and whores, the only type of woman he had yet to really have were the prim and proper courtesans reserved for nobility and the real power brokers in the galaxy. But as much as he enjoyed pussy that could be exchanged for credits like he was purchasing a blaster, there was something to be said for a real rough woman. Some dumb skank coming into their private meeting and messing up all the other guys here, he was learning firsthand just how much of a baddie she really was.
And Carnor Jax was thrown off too. His mental focus was disrupted by her embracing her desires, on grinding up hard against Tyber Zann. The criminal getting into it despite his suave demeanor was also throwing him off. He thought about asking the inquisitor to help him in breaking through her mind, but joining forces with that amateur, someone as distracted as the rest of these horny idiots, would only scramble his force powers even more.
More than that, he was having a mind to take her. By now she and Tyber Zann were looking at each other and making out real bad. He had abandoned all appearances of being a gentleman criminal, someone higher than the various dregs of the galaxy, the smugglers and Hutts all too ready to indulge in their wanton appetites whether it was the pleasures of the flesh or the promising fantasia of spices, and like a certain other Falleen prince, was now getting into it real bad with this woman. He fondled her breast like he owned it, molesting the soft texture of the teat and pinching the nipple hard, while digging his fingers deeper into her wet twat, flicking her clit all the while. The only thing that went together in the galaxy these days better than moffs and stormtroopers were criminals and whores.
Tyber Zann himself was getting rock hard. Their tongues were whipping bad in each other's mouths, and her slick pussy was clinging to his fingers. The way she was holding him, the way she looked, he didn't like having all these other inferior wretches have a pass at her first. A man of his standing deserved to have first dibs on her from the start but he had played nice to keep the peace. He had been left wanting for too long.
And though she was loath to admit it both from her pride as an agent of the empire and in front of these traitors, she was craving it too. Mara Jade could feel the lump in his pants on his bare behind and his fingers working inside of her, the way he was fondling her tit just right with that viciousness that was even painful but she couldn't but want it so bad. After all the dick she had gotten, she was wanting it, craving it.
He didn't need any psychic powers to know that. He quickly stopped touching her to focus on getting his pants down. That was exactly the excuse she needed to spin herself around away from Carnor Jax's gimlet eye and embrace the crime lord. She was moving herself up against him so hard, grabbing onto the lump in his pants, her tongue flicking into his mouth like she was trying to eat him. Anyone watching her would think any suspicion of her as a traitor absurd.
But she had another reason to her act beyond her own carnal needs. Embracing her needs, it was scrambling her thoughts, her sense of rationality. It was the perfect counter to someone trying to penetrate into her mind with the power of the force.
Tyber Zann couldn't hold it in anymore. Watching her pleasure everyone else had been bad enough, but her sheer libido acting upon him, he took on his true role as a gangster. As far as he was concerned, a whore like this one was ripe for the fucking.
He shoved her back hard. Mara Jade had been through far worse as an imperial agent, but the strength of his push was more than she expected. For an instant a flicker of that alarm, the instincts of a warrior, hit her hard, it quelled her desire that was acting as a bulwark against the psionic eyes trying to peer into her mind. But it was only temporary, he got his pants undone and dropped them in the same manner and strength if he was prepping a blaster. His prick hanging out, he moved onto her.
He moved on her. Grabbing her ass like she was a piece of meat, he rammed his prick inside her pussy all the way. Her tight wetness didn't stymie him at all. He wasted no time in plowing her cunt hard.
Mara Jade didn't know what it was. Whether it was her own desires burning up in her or his own naturally vicious demeanor compared to all the other men she had so far, but she felt her legs wobbling like she was about to collapse. She had taken on this mission as a simple espionage task. But being forced to stand and endure his penis driving into her, she was being driven to her limits beyond the testing of her flesh.
He was not content to merely drive his prick into her either. His hands holding fast to her soon became the only thing keeping her upright. Her torso fell back from the impact of him fucking her so hard.
Eventually she couldn't take it anymore. Her feet gave way and she fell back. Or she would have anyway if someone else hadn't joined into the fray. Just as she was about to land onto the floor with Tyber Zann standing over her, another lover had gotten behind her, holding her hips and keeping her upright. Before she had a chance to reckon who it was, she felt his cock slam straight into her asshole.
Mara Jade grit her teeth. The penis fucking her pussy was one thing, but now she was taking it from two guys at once. It was nothing like when she had serviced that sophisticated noble and the officer at the same time either, she was standing up and had no choice but to take it both of her most sensitive holes.
He was slobbering all over neck while he molested her breasts from behind. Unable to bear it, she hooked an arm around the head of her new lover. He groped her tits with a good amount of strength, and even in her new ridiculous state, she knew it would have been painful if not for how horny she was. But she didn't care, it was all so good, all her thoughts of care and duty went right out the window. She felt his teeth on her skin, he was driving her crazy. She looked back at him.
It was Carnor Jax. She was hit by a pang of shameful desire at having this disgusting traitor, this man she reviled most of all, take her. She remembered how he had been attempting to pry into her mind, and even in her current slutty position, tried to muster up her anger, her resistance at him, knowing this was just another power play from him. But she couldn't, she had decided to play the part of a whore and now with her hips going on autopilot, hands and dicks fucking her up, she was actually becoming one.
She didn't feel his psychic onslaught. That was a small consolation for her, but now she had to deal with his prick plowing her asshole. He was getting rougher with her breasts too, pinching her nipples harder and harder. She threw her head back and moaned deeply, and deep in her mind the only thing she could think of was how she wanted to properly beg them for more. What kept her from voicing such a thing was the last vestige of her pride, even with how wanton she had become, she didn't want to sound like too much of a filthy skank.
Before she could find the right words to properly ask to be fucked, Tyber Zann kissed her again. With their mouths locked, their tongues flicked up against each other hard. The two cocks in her holes were going crazier than ever and she had to move herself in tandem with them just to keep up. But it only made the fire inside her so much worse.
Tyber Zann broke first. He broke his face away from hers, her pussy was so tight on his penis and then he came, blasting his cum directly inside of her asshole. She couldn't handle it and the jizz flooding into her cunt pushed her to her own climax. As she writhed around in her climax, she didn't even realize she had thrown her head back onto Carnor Jax's shoulder.
She was still shaking in a fit of ecstasy. He looked down at her, her eyes half lidded not even really looking at him but just immersed in her wanton euphoria. He stopped pumping her asshole so hard and then just stood here. Still holding her tits, he stroked her nipples tenderly. Then he said in a low whisper, “Mara Jade.”
She looked up at him. Didn't say a word, but she didn't need to, he knew that those two words meant more to her than all the pounding she had gotten tonight, that she recognized it. Saw the beginning of a fight forming on her face.
Not that she could properly fight him. He was still moving in and out of her ass, still groping her tits, and he had no intention of letting her go anytime soon. “Touch yourself,” he said, and his cock still lancing her behind ever so slightly, desperate for more stimulation she complied without any resistance, digging her fingers deep into her cum filled twat. He chuckled darkly to himself while he ate all over her neck, licking and biting her as he pleased.
Even in that state of pure submission, her defiling herself, he felt her resistance in her body like a sixth sense. He could feel the other men watching him too. He wanted to make sure that the best was definitely last.
He moved his head up and looked down at her again. Gazed deeply into her eyes. To anyone else's eyes her face looked weak and pathetic, but he could see that ever present fiery spirit within her eyes, burning far hotter than her beautiful red hair. He'd make sure to punish her for that.
He kissed her cruelly on the lips. It had the effect he wanted, even fucking her asshole and manhandling her tits, Mara Jade's loyalty and violent character had her begin to wriggle free of his grasp. But he paid no heed to it and shoved his tongue deep inside her mouth. As he did that, he groped her tits harder and harder while pushing back and forth inside of her anus at a steadily increasing pace.
Carnor Jax felt her surrender to him in real time. Felt her tongue whip back against his, felt that slight slump of her body that signaled to him that she yielded, not something observable by the rest of them but something he knew intimately. Eventually it went beyond that, she was moving back and forth not just to handle his dick wrecking her rectum, but also out of a frenzied need for her climax. She was stirring her fingers deep in her pussy, unable to do anything but want it.
It got to be too much for her. Gasping for air, her posture fell over forward. She was still standing, but could do nothing more than take it. Capitalizing on the situation, he helped push her down on all fours. With her firmly under his power, the greedy traitor fucked into her ass at full speed, and licked all over her back as if she really was nothing more than a dirty little whore. But her back muscles tensing up, the softness of her flesh and the delicious taste of her skin, she wasn't just some common skank. And the violence in which she was moving back on him, it was more than a way to keep up with him, he knew her libido was going crazy so bad.
He figured out who she was a long time ago. From her reaction to him casually using her name to her trying to defend against him looking into her mind, he knew why she was here. Still, that Palpatine knowing enough about their insurgency that he'd send a woman like this one amused him to no end. He had killed one of his fellow classmates on Yinchorr, had executed missions faithfully and endured years of training still to become a Sovereign Protector, none of it out of devotion to the Emperor or the order he stood for, but from the motivation of power and prestige. As far as he was concerned, the rotting old man was just that, a rotting old man. He could never begin to understand the depths of his liege's cunning and power in everything.
Nor would he have cared even if he did know. Fucking her ass as hard as he was, her giving it back to him, the strength of that behind of hers moving on his hips was unbelievable. Cheered on by his comrades, he wasn't thinking about the repercussions of being found out or even their little plot anymore. The only thing he cared about was giving this bitch hell.
“Are you ready for this Mara Jade?” he hissed.
“Yes, yes!” she cried out hysterically. “Please fuck me!”
He did just that. Pounding her asshole even rougher, he pushed himself all the way in and blew his load deep inside of her. She snapped her head back and let out a deep and dark groan, grinding her nails into the floor as roughly as possible. He slowed down the rate of his pumping, wanting to savor the feeling of blowing his load inside her donk, of feeling her anal muscles contract on his penis, and of watching her whole body crumble under his power. The warmth of her flesh, her soft moans, it was all he needed right now.
However, for all his power, he had let his guard down. She did not need to know how deep their connections went. These men were the ringleaders, all leaders of various enterprises. With them dead, their operation would crumble like paper in seconds. And now all of them so weak and exhausted, she would finish them off.
At that moment, Mara Jade regained her trained coldness, her natural ferocity. With a speed none of the men there could ever have guessed, she pushed away her two current lovers. Even Carnor Jax was shocked.
For a moment, he couldn't begin to guess what would happen. But then she held out her hand. Too late, he felt the call of the force. Too late, he felt it being used on him. For all his instincts honed to a degree colder than the dark vacuum of space, he realized too late his blaster being snatched away.
Even then she was a deadeye. One by one, she killed every last one of them. They all struggled in their final moments, the two nobles screamed in agony while they died, the inquisitor feebly used the force in some elementary attempt to defend himself and was killed anyway, and the businessman, moff and officer tried to think of something, anything. Too late, they barely were able to form a plan before their skulls were smoking with blaster fire. Carnor Jax, Tyber Zann, her two last lovers and true warriors leapt from the fray and reached for their own armament only to find themselves lying dead on the floor as soon as they had.
Urai Fen came at her with his heavy blades. The one man she hadn't taken, he was fast and agile from the beginning and came at her with the swift fury of a killer. It was either his martial grace and his unnatural speed propelled with the greatness of the force behind each movement in his use of his weapons or they were naturally built that way, but they cut through even the blaster bolts of the high grade weapon of a Sovereign Protector. He was coming at naked woman fast, intent on killing on her.
Only to die anyway. Mara Jade tossed the blaster aside and found his throat with the force. He was accurate and precise, unburdened with the exhaustion of fucking, but eventually he fell to his knees from the sheer power in her psionic strike. He looked at her, hatred blaring from his eyes for her killing his comrade Tyber Zann. He tried to muster his own strength with the force, but he could not. Staring into his eyes as they rolled to the back of his skull, crushing his throat with her psychic hands, it was a darker and far more satisfying thrill than all that sex could ever prove to be.
Then he too fell dead to the floor.
Mara Jade alone remained standing. As part of her practiced act, she ran into the rest of the club, screaming that an insurgent cell had broken in and killed them, and that ruined the party going on. Even the most hardcore hustlers there ran away in terror. She truly looked like a helpless waif, naked and crying out in terror. Only once the area had cleared out, she wore her natural killer's smile and letting her hair run free, put on the clothes she had arrived there in. Then stepping outside, she used her authority as an Emperor's Hand to request a delivery for Palpatine.
When she returned to his throne that same night, she bowed before him with the bodies of the conspirators. The Emperor did not need to learn the extent of their connections, of their webs of intrigue. He knew all of these men, of who they were and their various enterprises. That was enough for him. Smiling, he ordered her to cut the heads from their corpses as a final toast to his victory. And she was all too happy to do it.
Darth Vader despised the red guards. Always sent to escort him on the pretense of protection, he knew it was so that Palpatine could keep an eye on him for his many plots that as a Sith, no doubt he had in mind against his master. And he knew that if he was to throw hands against them, he couldn't be sure if he would survive. Handpicked elites, each one worth a hundred stormtroopers. It hurt his own honor as the Dark Lord and Supreme Commander to admit such a thing and if he were to try and prove otherwise, he knew he would incur the Emperor's wrath in one way or another. Having survived the machinations of the Prophets of the Dark Side and the resurrected Maul amidst many other of Sidious' plots, he knew that dispatching his protection would have him and Palpatine at each other's throats like bloodthirsty rakghouls. Woe to the rest of the galaxy, for the Rebel Alliance would soon become irrelevant in this new civil war.
But the new gift he was granted was far worse than that. In his meditation chamber, the one place he had privacy and some measure of peace, the embalmed heads of each traitor was set on an iron pike and made to look at him, a reminder of him to learn his place even in the one place he could safely remove his helmet and see with his own eyes, take his breaths and reflect on who he was. They were arranged around him like he was surrounded, their white eyes bulging open staring at him and their mouths gaping wide open in an expression of eternal horror. Already having lost so much, his troubled recollections of the past and who he was became that much more severe.
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