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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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Mellina Carniss sat back in the warm soothing bath, as the Theelin Rystall and the Diamon Twi’Lek Lyn-Me bathed her. The celebration had taxed her for a week, preparing the dance, acquiring slaves to soothe the Imperials, and finally performing for the Hutt herself. While she enjoyed a good tryst with the Hutt, as she had come to anticipate his ways, debasing herself along with the other girls always brought with it the complication of an upstart one aiming for attention.
The private pets were the least concern, as Jabba rarely let their guard down, but there was always a dancer or two who serviced Fortuna or Tessek, who felt her position demanded Mellina’s special attention. For tonight it was Saryah, the self appointed leader of the Twi’Leks. Despite her common light bluish tint, she had survived through the years in servitude avoiding attention but bossing around the other Twi’leks. She was hardly the eldest of the Twi’lek girls, probably one of the youngest, but her mind was that of a matron, and she usually spoke down to the other girls as if they were children. Barely five percent the worth of the Diamond Lyn-Me or the recently deceased Emerald Oola and Ruby whats-her-name, she endeared herself by providing gossip and secrets to the Quarren spy-master Tessek. Many guards and girls seemed to fear her flapping tongue, and even Mellina was cautious when dealing with her. Saryah stood with her hands on her hips, trailed by the private pet Leia whom she was pulling to the infirmary.
“Enjoyed yourself, Mellina?” Saryah snapped.
Mellina ignored her, turning around so Rystall could massage her shoulders while she pulled Lyn-Me underwater to service her pussy. Lyn-Me had failed to entice Boba Fett, and Mellina had lost a wager against the dog watcher, Ree-Yees, and was determined to punish her for it.
“This little thing is quite sore from your over exaggerated display of affection for the Master. I’m wondering when you’ll be driving us all to our death.” Mellina knew Saryah had as much sympathy for the other girls as she. Saryah was raising her voice in front of the other girls, who could plainly see Mellina tormenting evidence A with Saryah holding evidence B in tow. Disgusted, Mellina let Lyn-Me out of the water. The Twi’lek gasped for air as she emerged.
“That’s enough for both of you.” Mellina swatted the two dancers out of the water. “Get me my robes.”
The terrified pair hurriedly dressed her as Mellina turned to face Saryah.
“Aren’t you busy?”
Old Yarna Dal hustled over with her bulky body and relieved Saryah of her ward. Yarna was the eldest in the harem. Ever silent and kind, most of the girls looked to her for support. And it was evident from the fact that she took Leia’s leash, but led her by away by taking her hand.
“Sisters!” Saryah addressed everyone. “How many have died in the past month?”
The ‘sisters’ of the harem started mulling around, slowly. Some from curiosity, some from anger, some to support each of their leaders. Most of the Twi’Leks, who usually saw the worst, naturally gathered to their kindred. Mellina could see Lyn-Me leading her lover Rystall to stand behind Saryah. The humans stood behind Mellina, mostly, as they were often anxious for Mellina to hand them out as special gifts. The other aliens were mostly divided or confused, as no one particularly stood out for them, unless they latched onto an interested human or Twi’lek, like Rystall.
“What do we have to lose, sister?” Saryah carried on. “Mellina claims that she can protect you by intercession with the Master. But how long do you think this tirade can go on? You know she would rather sacrifice any of you if to save her neck.”
Mellina continued to silently glare at Saryah, arms crossed. Why was Saryah suddenly raising dissent now? What did Tessek tell her that would embolden her so? A slave girl uprising was ridiculous at best. Though, they were probably the most costly possessions of Jabba, they were also utterly fragile. Five or six armed Gammorreans could easily purge the harem in an instant. Of course Mellina would suffer for that, but Saryah would probably not survive the first five seconds, should that come to pass. Besides, Saryah was not Yarna. She had a motive behind this.
She had to diffuse this situation and assess if later.
“Saetie,” she called a small human girl who served as the maid in the harem, due to her youth.
“Yes, mistress.” Saetie came running. She was a rotund little girl with a voracious appetite for all the leftovers.
“Call Ortugg over.”
The bubbling immediately subsided. LynMe tried to hold Saetie back, but the kid was only loyal to the Alpha-bitch. The imp sneered as she pranced down the hall. She was barely gone a few silent seconds when they all heard Ortugg bounding his way into the harem. Mellina could see the opposition innocuously disperse one at a time.
“Ortugg, deary,” Mellina cooed at the Chief Gamorrean. “Lyn-Me here was pouting that she didn’t have any fun with the Fett. Show her a good time, will you?”
Ortugg snorted in appreciation. Before Lyn-Me could utter a scream, Ortugg had her thrown across his shoulders as he disappeared down to corridor to share her with his buddies. The room was dead silent.
“No, she’s right, girls.” Mellina told the crowd. “I don’t give a Kowakian monkey lizard’s ass for any of you.”
Saryah soon found herself standing utterly alone. The entire crowd had dispersed completely without a trace. Mellina walked over to Saryah, roughly yanking her left lekku, she whispered in her ear.
“I am so going to get to the bottom of this, Honey.”

Saryah made her way down to the deepest dungeons. The levels were nearly six stories down, without a pause for an opening. She knew that the levels she had passed were actually the cave that contained the Rancor, and she was now moving below the monster’s lair. Despite her bare feet, her steps seemed to make small splashing noises as moisture gathered on the hewn stone steps. Each step was both hurried for time yet cautious for sound. And her heart skipped every now and then as she felt the monster on the other side of the wall, cracking its head against the rock. From a distance she could see a light shining through the cracks in the doorway.
This was the lair of Malakili the forgotten; No one fed him, no one saw him and he never surfaced on his own accord. The pudgy human was content on living with his pet, probably under the delusion that the monster returned his affection. Malakili’s quarters, as very few knew, also housed one of the few unguarded exits from the palace. Unguarded by Jabba’s regular guards, that is, as the other known entrance was kept by the B’omarr monks. And no one risked going there lest they should suddenly be tempted to join their disembodied brotherhood.
It was rumored that once in a while Malikili would generally turn to favor one of the dancing girls, oft turning to pity. But Saryha knew of no one who pitied anyone else around this palace, and she certainly wasn’t going to start trusting people now, least of all the keeper of the monster. Saetie was born down here, she knew. And that was thirteen years ago, and Malikili had harbored the fugitive pregnant girl only as long as she had the baby before tossing the mother into the Rancor den. Or, at least that was what Saryah had heard. She wouldn’t know, only Yarna was from way back then, and she usually kept to herself. Tessek, on the other hand only received information from Saryah, rarely handed any out.
So, despite what Mellina thought, Saryah usually had to fend for herself. She knew Tessek wouldn’t hesitate a second to give her up if he felt even the least bit threatened. He barely even gave her any leftovers when she serviced him for favors. But no one needed to know about that. Unlike teary eyed Lyn-Me, or the utterly emotional Oola, Goddes-rest-her-soul, Saryah was her own keeper. She never grew up being cherished and prized like the other Twi’lek girls. Diamond Lyn-me, Emerald Oola, Ruby dead-girl-whatever, Saphire Ilan, they were all exquisitely rare beauties back on Ryloth, rare exquisite prizes to slavers, and rare exquisite trophies to Jabba. Saryah sneered, “Little good that did Oola.”
Saryah’s tribe were quite few but hardly rare, not particularly gifted in the arts as the other Twi’leks, but was more gear headed, stubborn and proud. Nothing that particularly endeared them to slavers, but that did not stop her from becoming captured.
She paused. There was no sound from Malakili’s quarters. She cautiously pushed the door open, her heart racing. She could almost feel herself going deaf from the pounding in her heart. Peering inside, she saw Malakili was fast asleep. He had been eating right before falling asleep with a piece of steak hanging from his fingers.
Others would usually laugh at Malaliki, but Saryah new better. Her contact had arrived and had stunned the bastard to sleep. She let out a sigh as she casually walked over to Malakili and fished out the key he kept in his cap and opened the door for her contact.
The dark skinned human let himself in and seated himself at Malakili’s desk, fished into his pockets to retrieve a small leather purse and tossed it to her. Saryah deftly caught it in flight and opened it, checking its contents of small rubies, and quickly hid them in her bosom, all in one swift fluid motion.
“Your friend was caught.” She said simply.
The human nodded. “I’ve informed my contacts. It’s becoming more risky for them to come in, each day.”
Saryah rolled her eyes. “Yeah, you never did seem like a very reliable type.” She always expected any agreement to come up short. Oddly enough, her words seemed to have wounded him more than she had hoped for. “Oh, you poor little thing. I’m so sorry if my words made you feel bad”, she sneered. “No, seriously, what sort of friend are you? Wait, I don’t want to know. Fett’s all hush, but Tessek knows that the bounty hunter hasn’t been fueling his ship lately. He may be planning to stay longer. Which may mean that whoever’s collecting your friend may actually come visit himself.”
Her contact seemed to weigh in the information. “The deal’s getting worse all the time.”
“Boo fucking hoo, Calrissian.” Saryah rolled her eyes. “It just means you’ll have to work faster to get us off this rock. I’m beginning to not like this place more than I usually hate it.”
“It’s too risky.”
“Didn’t you say you used to be a gambler, or something?” she stared at him incredulously. “If you can’t get a ship for us, we’ll die in the desert. And I know you want to save that stupid Princess of yours as well, and that will probably require a lot bigger plan than shuffling in to meet me in the basement. Call in the goddamn calvary, idiot, or just say farewell to your precious friends and drop me off at Mos Eisley. I’ll find my way from there.”
“Huh,” snorted Calrissian. “I need you here. I’ll call in the calvary. Just make sure you’ll be ready for me.”
Lando Calrissian handed her a small ear ring.
“Oh, you shouldn’t have, honey.” Sneered Saryah.
“It’s a communicator,” Lando explained patiently. She could see he was trying to be very patient with her. She was having too much fun to care. “It’ll vibrate when I call you.”
"You sure you want me to put it on my ear?" she couldn't help herself. Lando didn't care to respond. "Spoilsport. How do I call you?”
Lando explained the mechanism.
“And what if I don’t want to talk to you?”
Lando didn’t deign to answer her.
“Okay, Gambling man.” She gave him a broad smile, “Let’s go see you grow a pair next time.”
Lando scowled at her as he crept back out. “Be careful, Saryah.”
“Fuck off.” She almost closed the grate on his fingers.

Saryah’s steps back up to the harem was more cautious. She had roused the rabble to follow her ‘noble’ cause, so Mellina would start to suspect everyone, and not just her as usual. Lyn-Me was a pity, but the bitch had it coming. Her heart began to pound faster as she neared the corridor leading to the harem. She could hear Ortugg and his crew taking their time with Lyn-Me, as muffled screams reached her ears. Feeling safe that Ortugg would be too busy to keep an eye on the corridor she hurriedly crept back into the harem. As she made her way across the low-lifes she cohabited with, lolling around aimlessly recovering from the day’s sexual assaults, she reached her own bunk, hidden behind drapes. Her private belonging adorned the small alcove, with trinkets gifted to her from guests and less private, but more valuable trinkets hidden in a trunk beneath the bed. After quickly tossing in the bag of rubies, she locked up and turned to get ready for bed.
Her heart skipped to her throat as she found Tessek standing in the doorway, arms crossed, eyeing her quietly with his pupil-less blue eyes.
“Oh, my Lord Tessek,” Saryah dropped to her knees.
“You’ve been busy, skitting about my kitten.” He purred as he approached, motioning for her to stand up. Saryah approached Tessek, swaying her hips invitingly. The last thing she needed was Tessek being suspicious of her.
“I’ve been eaves dropping about, Master.” She purred, as she placed a hand on his chest. She knew that made him feel manly, especially since she knew he was the pettiest little scumbag in the palace.
Tessek appreciate the debasement his private slave-mistress offered him as he casually reached out to fondle her lekku. Saryah had long since felt aroused by anything these idiots offered, but she always put on a good show. Feigning arousal, she decided to think about her stash of rubies, removing her mind to a safe place where she could keep her sanity, as her body was given up to the old lecherous Quarren.
She knew that the thick headed moron of a spy-master believed she was gracious of his visit and aroused by his touch. He proceeded to slip his bony long fingers into her dress, caressing her breasts as he was rewarded by her sharp intake of breath. She clung to him, rubbing her pussy against his thigh. To his eyes, she was the least expensive of Jabba’s Twi’Leks, low of self esteem, and enamored by his high status among Jabba’s minions. He would often tell tales of how his great intellect had overturned conspiracies, not knowing that he had been played like a puppet by his chirping little girl informant who fed him gossip that she wanted him to hear.
Saryah proceeded to disrobe him, drawing a feigned gasp which she silently mocked his wrinkled dry body and puny member. The Quarren chuckled as he, in turn, disrobed her completely, moving down to kiss her nether lips. She began squirming, breathing heavily.
“I could be forceful, slave.” He grunted as his tendrils weaved their way into her slit.
“Please, master.” She whined, as she imitated Leia’s begging she heard the other day, which pleased even the Hutt. As she knew, that begging had left an impression on his courtiers who aimed to emulate their scum-lord. And immediately, the Quarren’s touch became softer.
“But I am a benevolent Master, unlike Jabba.”
The Quarren was busily swirling his tendrils in to her pussy with soft brush strokes, as she ventured to scowl down on him from above. Instead, she thrust her hips forward, parting her legs slightly to assist him, as she knew by just remaining stiffly his aged constitution would probably imagine she was offering resistance. She rolled her eyes as she mouthed one of Lyn-Me’s better lines, “You are kind to me, Master. All that a slave could hope for in her destitute.”
‘Okay, Lyn-Me would never know how to spell ‘destitute’.’ Saryah shrugged.
“It is good you know your place, slave.” The Quarren’s voice was high pitched, excited, feeling her juices begin to trickle out.
“I worship you, Master.” ‘Yup, I know all the keywords that press your buttons, squidhead.’
The Quarren stood up, thrusting his semi-erect penis forward.
“Show me,” he commanded. Saryah knelt down, not forgetting to look up at him with wide doe-eyes that could melt carbon freezing and wrapped her lips around his member.
‘Any second now.’ Saryah hummed to herself, counting backwards from thirty. She had reached fifteen when the limp wrinkled dick issued forth a glob of foul tasting spunk. ‘I love premature ejaculation.’
“Ah, you certainly know how to pleasure a true man, slave.”
‘Now for the hard part’, Saryah closed her eyes and swallowed. “Thank you, Master.”
She bowed low in obeisance, rubbing the rest of his fluids off with her breasts. When she was finished she dressed him again, as he fondled her pussy.
“I’m so grateful for your visit, Master,” she said fastening his robe, “Mellina is so hard on us, sub-humans.” She let a tear roll down her face, holding on to his hands, as if she were reluctant to let him go.
Tessek moved his fingers along her beautiful sharp chin, lifting her elfin face to his. “Never think you are lesser than she is, my pretty.”
“Oh, I’m so afraid when you’re gone, Master.” She clung to him, possessively. “Even today, Mellina threw Lyn-Me to the pig guards. It’s becoming so frequent, her allowing the guards to take the Twi’leks, that I fear that they’ll rape me to shreds, too. I only want to be near you, Master.”
Tessek softly stroked her lekku. She knew his mind was processing her hints.
‘Mellina, bad. Mellina bribing piggies. Mellina, threat. Frequency increasing equals threat imminent. Go fetch, squidface.’
“There may be things going on that is far above your understanding, my pet.” Tessek heaved his chest to look more manly. Not missing a beat, Saryah laid her hands on his chest, stroking them slowly to give off the impression that his chest was large. Tessek kissed her, which she imagined would look truly ridiculous with his tendrils wrapping around her head in a face-hug. She looked at him shyly as he left her. When she was certain he was gone, she hurried out to wash her self, and vomit.
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