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A few years after the Yuuzhan Vong War...

Hutt Infiltration

“Does this kriffing harness have to be so tight?” Jaina asked… again, as she paused to tug on one of the straps.

“It’ll be fine,” Alema Rar replied, watching her ass as they crawled through the narrow drain. “I told you. Embra just wants us to test out his defenses.”

Jaina turned her head and looked back at her suspiciously a heartbeat. “What, he’s worried two fetish models are going to attack him?” she said, waving a hand at the outfits they were wearing.

Alema Rar flashed her a friendly smile. “He’s donating a half-million credits to the Galactic Alliance Orphan Fund,” she reminded her. “Contingent on us making a legitimate attempt to infiltrate his fortress wearing the agreed upon outfits.”

Jaina shot her another suspicious glance.

“Nawara Ven reviewed the contract,” Alema Rar reminded her. “It’s durasteel-clad.”

Embra the Hutt had been a solid ally of the Galactic Alliance during the Yuuzhan Vong Invasion—a rarity among the Hutts. That was the only reason Alema Rar had even listened when he approached her with this scheme, and the only reason she’d been able to get Jaina to go along with it. Of course Jaina had insisted on some changes to the outfits he’d originally supplied. She had flatly refused to wear the eighteen centimeter stiletto heels, or the durasteel collars and cuffs with a built-in tracking device, but both Alema Rar and Embra had anticipated that.

That had actually been part of the plan. Alema Rar had told Embra to start with something over-the-top sexy, that Jaina would reject, so she’d feel like she’d got them to compromise. Instead, they were wearing ankle-boots with chunky heels just twelve-centimeters high.

The bodysuits they were wearing were skintight, black and dark grey, with various armor inserts and padding in appropriate areas. Their shoulders were left bare. Alema Rar let Jaina argue out of a couple of accessories, but she told her that Embra insisted on the bodysuits and ankle-boots if he was going to give the half-million credit donation.

Both Jedi were wearing nerfhide harnesses buckled over their bodysuits, with wide straps around their thighs, waists, just below their breasts, and just above them, with vertical straps connecting them. The sleeves ended in half-gloves that left their fingers bare. Jaina absently tugged on the harness strap encircling her just below her breasts, as it framed them a little too well for her taste. Alema Rar loved hers.

Alema Rar’s bodysuit was tighter than Jaina’s too, and the nerfhide harness even tighter. She also had a matching nerfhide head harness that had a quartet of straps encircling the top half of each of her lekku. Alema Rar had also added thick nerfhide wrist cuffs and a collar, because it’d be suspicious if she didn’t. The whole outfit made her feel very sexy and submissive.

Since Embra didn’t really expect Force-Users to try to infiltrate his fortress, Jaina and Alema Rar had blasters, which were permanently limited to stun, and vibroblades as weapons. They were also each carrying two pairs of plastex binders, supposedly in case they needed to secure someone. They’d left their climbing gear stashed near where they’d made their entrance.

What Jaina didn’t know was that their boots had durasteel plates built into the soles. Embra had maglocks built into the floor of his throne room to trap them when the time was right. There were also hidden durasteel embedded in their nerfhide harnesses. The stitching of their bodysuits were designed to split apart under the right conditions. Jaina not wearing the matching collar or wrist cuffs was fine with Embra and Alema Rar though. It would be even sexier for Embra to collar them himself. It was all part of the plan.

Another part was Alema Rar using the Force to keep Jaina just distracted enough to not catch on to what was really going on. Embra had a pair of Zeltron slavegirls and a Falleen guard spreading their pheromones around to help.

Embra wanted them to infiltrate his fortress. He also wanted to record them doing it, allegedly for training purposes. That had taken some work to get Jaina to agree when she read that part. She’d only reluctantly agreed when Nawara Ven assured her that it was explicitly in the contract that Embra could never allow the footage to be seen outside his fortress. While that was true, Alema Rar had been sucking him off while he explained it to her, and she wouldn’t let him cum until Jaina relented.

Of course Alema Rar had to also make sure Master Skywalker or Jaina’s parents didn’t find out what Jaina was up to. Technically Master Durron had signed off on the plan, but Alema Rar didn’t quite explain all the details to him, partially because she was busy fucking him at the time.

One more thing that Alema Rar hadn’t mentioned was that instead of surveillance holocams set up for security, Embra had set extra ones up on several likely infiltration routes, that were intended for close ups of them crawling and squeezing through the tight passages to his throne room. They’d gotten some great shots of their asses as they’d climbed the outer wall. Alema Rar expected it to look like a soft-core porn holomovie.

They passed a hidden holocam, and Alema Rar reached out to ‘accidentally’ brush her hand against Jaina’s inner thigh, while grinning into the holocam.

Eventually they came to a spot where they could stand up. Alema Rar made a show—for the holocams—of wiping some dust off Jaina’s bodysuit, then her own. Jaina silently shooed her away as they kept moving.

Soon they had slipped past a few random guards that seemed to be on patrol, and a couple of servants. Jaina had used the Force to distract them. Alema Rar could tell they were getting closer to Embra’s throne room. The Zeltron’s pheromones were getting thicker, which would help.

They had entered the fortress from the west, but now they were approaching the throne room from the south. They were maybe a dozen meters away, but Alema Rar knew they wouldn’t make it. A couple of seconds later Alema Rar deliberately stepped forward, bumping into Jaina, to distract her. She made sure to grab her boob as she did. A moment later, a quartet of floating security droids dropped out of hidden panels in the ceiling, blasters at the ready.

“Shavitt.”

Sure two Jedi could destroy the droids, and probably fight through whatever guards were sent. This met the criteria of being caught though.

“Shavitt,” Alema Rar replied calmly, raising her hands in surrender.

A pair of guards quickly arrived, a Falleen, and a Weequay. Alema Rar let out a sly grin as the Falleen stepped to Jaina. As the Falleen pulled a pair of the binders off Jaina’s harness, and cuffed her wrists behind her back, Alema Rar let the Weequay do the same to her. Once they were cuffed with their own binders, the guards took their blasters and vibroblades. Alema Rar barely paid attention to the Weequay getting extra handsy with her. Instead she was watching the Falleen grope Jaina, and she grinned again when Jaina barely protested, not even really trying to pull away from him.

Less than a minute later they were being dragged in front of the Hutt. Besides the two guards that brought them in, there were only the two Zeltrons, a human female slave, and another handful of guards. One of the Zeltrons was lounging on the dais near Embra’s head, while the other was perched near his tail. The human woman was standing off to the side, with the guards more or less spread out.

“HO HO HO!” Embra belched out. “Welcome, my Jedi guests.”

“It looks like we failed, Mighty Embra,” Alema Rar replied with an amused smile, gesturing with her cuffed hands as she eyed Jaina, who seemed quite a bit distracted by the Falleen who was holding her against himself, one hand on her ass, the other on her lower stomach.

Embra laughed again. “Bring them before me!”

Alema Rar cheerfully let the Weequay guide her to a spot just in front of Embra’s dais, while the Falleen did the same to Jaina; while keeping one hand on her ass, and the other moving to her tit. She sorta twisted away, but she also sorta leaned into him, and let out a soft noise. It didn’t take a Jedi—or even a person with eyesight—to tell that Jaina was turned on. Things were going just as planned.

“Let us celebrate. Yos, Diima,” he announced with a wave of his arm.

The two Zeltrons slid off their places on the dais and strutted to Jaina. Both were wearing skimpy metal framed bikinis, with collars, stacks of bangle bracelets on each wrist and bicep, and bracelets on each of their ankles. The one on the left’s bikini was yellowish, while the other’s was purplish.

The human woman was wearing a nerfhide harness with a built-in bustier, bikini bottoms and thigh-high boots, all with durasteel accents. Definitely a dommey vibe. She walked up to Alema Rar, and gave her an aggressive open-mouthed kiss. The Weequay was still groping her tits, and one of his hands went between her legs to her pussy.

Alema Rar watched the Falleen and Zeltrons give Jaina a similar treatment. Her friend seemed to be getting a bit more into the mood, kissing one of them back as the other massaged her breast, not resisting much at all as they guided her towards Embra.

Just as they got to Embra, they two guards slipped back, while the three slaves guided the two Jedi down to the floor next to him. The two Zeltrons were still draped all over Jaina, using their pheromones and natural seductive abilities to keep her as horny as possible.

The human, Alema Rar just mentally called her Mistress, deftly picked up a durasteel collar that was setting on the edge of the dais. A chain went from the front of the collar to a hardpoint on the dais. Alema Rar obediently lifted her lekku out of the way and let her lock it around her throat, followed by another kiss.

Mistress picked up the other collar, and started towards Jaina.

Alema Rar caught her eye, and quickly slid over to where the two Zeltrons and Jaina were entangled. One of the Zeltrons caught sight of the collar, and nimbly lifted Jaina’s braid out of the way. Alema Rar used the opportunity to lean in and give her a slow, open-mouthed kiss. Mistress used that distraction to deftly maglock the collar around her neck.

“Hey!” Jaina said, in obvious surprise.

“Hey!” Alema Rar replied, smiling seductively. She gave her another open-mouthed kiss. “Sexy.”

“Alema Rar! What are you doing?” she asked, trying to reach up towards the collar.

“Having fun,” Alema Rar replied cheerfully, kissing the side of her neck above her collar. One of the Zeltrons was busy kissing her on the other side.

“But...but,” Jaina stammered as she tried to focus.

“Just relax,” Alema Rar told her. “Embra’s donating a half-million credits. He just wants us to spend some time with him, leashed to his dais.”

“What?” Jaina asked in confusion, still squirming in her cuffs.

“We just hang out here, and have some fun,” Alema Rar said, settling down next to her. “Cuffed and collared next to your favorite Twi’lek—” she set the end of her left lek on her shoulder, and leaned her head close to her—“With two sexy Zeltrons, a Mistress—” she nodded towards the human woman—“and a Falleen stud—” she nodded towards him. “It’ll be fun, and no one will know.”

Jaina considered that a few heartbeats. The Zeltrons didn’t stop groping and kissing her body. Mistress stared down at her expectantly. The Falleen looked on lustfully.

“Okay,” Jaina finally answered. “But can you at least uncuff me,” she added, tugging at her cuffed wrists and twisting to show them to them.

Mistress glanced at Embra, who let out a laugh.

“Do it,” he answered with a dismissive wave. “But remove her bodysuit.”

Jaina’s eyes went with in shock.

“You can take my bodysuit, Might Embra,” Alema Rar said with a mischievous smile. “And I’ll stay cuffed, like a good shag.”

Before Jaina could say anything else, one of the Zeltrons produced a vibroblade and began deftly cutting her bodysuit apart. She opened her mouth to protest, but Alema Rar quickly leaned in and gave her another open-mouthed kiss.

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Two days later...

Alema Rar stood next to Jaina, both smiling cheerfully for the assembled holojournalists. Embra was a meter away, along with Mistress Aime, who was looking very sexy in a just-barely-appropriate for the occasion business suit with a short miniskirt and glossy fifteen-centimeter heels. Embra’s regular guards were nearby, but not on the stage with them.

Two representatives from the Galactic Alliance Orphan Fund were also on the stage. The charity’s president, an elderly but spry-looking Duros male, and Vice-President, an equally elderly but spry-looking Bothan female. Embra had just formally presented his donation to the Fund, and the president was giving a speech of thanks.

For the occasion both Alema Rar and Jaina were wearing their Jedi robes, of course, along with the twelve-centimeter high ankle boots Embra had given them. They kept their robes closed, which hid pretty much everything else they were wearing, other than the boots. Underneath, both were wearing new bodysuits similar to the ones they’d worn when they infiltrated his fortress, along with the nerfhide harnesses, complete with wrist, bicep, thigh, and ankle cuffs. Embra had decided they didn’t have to wear their collars, as that’d be a bit noticeable.

Alema Rar took a half-step towards Jaina, and leaned in close to her. At the same time, she lifted her hand to cover her mouth, so no-one could read her lips.

“Embra says he knows some other Hutts that will donate, if we visit them and ask nicely,” she whispered. She paused, then added, “Gorga is offering another half-million, but he wants us to mud-wrestle each other.”

Jaina eyes flashed her a doubtful look, but she kept smiling for the holocameras.

“And the winner will get to punish the loser,” she added with a flick of her lek.

Jaina just rolled her eyes, and turned her attention back to the charity president at the podium.

~ ~ ~ The End ~ ~ ~
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