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The Slave Queens New Interest	By : Revelnit Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 58626 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The boot stamped on the landing pad's surface as it's wearer used it's positioning to spin around to retrace the steps he had just walked. The guard, his blaster rifle at the ready, stepped back along the length of the large spaceship he was sharing the landing pad with. The guard was proud to be protecting the ornate ship. It's sleek profile and beautiful ornately styled exterior were enough to be proud of but thats not why the Zyggerian soldier was proud to have drawn this duty.
   He was part of an elite force within the Zyggerian military, picked for their strength, speed and loyalty. All necessary qualities for one of the few found to be worthy and capable enough to guard the queens personal yacht. With this duty on his record came promotions, more responsibility. Perhaps given enough time and money perhaps a slave or two of his own.
   As he reached the bow of the spaceship, he again turned and walked back along the starboard side of the craft for the fifty-seventh time that night. It was probaly too early to think about such long term prospects though. Like most of Zyggeria he had heard about the terrible events at the royal palace and was like any loyal Zyggerian angered by the news. As he passed underneath the engines of the craft he wished he could personally deal with the rat who destroyed everything he had swown fealty to.
   In a flash the guard found himself roughly grabbed from behind and bent backwards a few inches by his assailant. A green glow sprang into existence. just below his neck. Looking down he saw a green lightsaber blade held across his sholder blades, just under his neck. In the jostling he had lost his grip on his rifle and it clattered to the ground.
   He thought of himself as an attentive guard (or at least he had before this) and cursed himself for having been surprised in this way. He just hoped his ancestors forgave him when they saw him which looked to be only a few seconds from now. Just as he was making his mental preparations to meet them a feminine voice spoke into his large right ear.
   “Tell me my friend, are you loyal to your queen?” The voice must come from one of those malevolent jedi. Was she taunting him? He wouldn't be even slightly surprised if the queen were already dead. This jedi would then be here to steal the queens personal transport to escape with. The shame that he felt for not having been able to prevent it burned his face. If he was going to die anyway, he might as well die with honor.
   “I would die for my queen jedi skug.”
   There was a pause as the wielder of the lightsaber seemed to absorb the information. “What have you been told about the queens situation?” The voice asked in a casual sounding tone.
   “I was told that the queen has been kidnapped by the jedi. That they holding her hostage to exchange her for the jedi infiltrators.” From further behind his captor the guard heard a short bark of laughter. It must be another jedi. He had heard those creatures worked in pairs. So, it was two he was dealing with eh? He had to keep that in mind should he make his move.
   “Well, soldier what if I told you that things aren't always what they seem on the news?” The voice just behind him seemed tinged with some amusement.
   “What do you mean? Where are you keeping the queen?” The anger rose in his voice as suspicion that he was not being taken seriously set in.
   The female jedi's saber dipped absently. The guard didn't know it but it's wielder was shrugging. “Ask her yourself.” The lightsaber fell away from his chin as the hand that was holding onto the collar of his uniform pulled hm around the jedi's right side and threw him so that he landed face down on the ground.
   Pushing himself up so that he was at least on his hands and knees the guard was losing his temper quickly. He was not going to be some play thing for arrogant jedi. Even if it was with his bare hands he was going to strike back...
   Before he could take any action the guard looked up. If he had been paying attention to Ahsoka he probably would have been less surprised. As it was his mouth hung open and two attempts to say something died before they could make it's way out of his mouth.
   “Get up private. You can't carry out any of my orders from the floor.” The queens commanding presence was amplified by how casually she gave the order. Ahsoka had to admit the queen new how to look in charge.
   The soldier for his part scrambled off the floor and hastily gave the queen a bow. He looked back over his shoulder at Ahsoka in confusion before looking back at the queen and coming to full attention.
   “As you may have already guessed by now private you have been lied to most effectively. I am not now nor have I ever been a 'hostage'. I do not plan to ever become one by the hands of that monster Count Dooku.” The queen walked in a circle around the soldier, eyeing him up and down carefully until returning to where she started. “You profess your loyalty to me private. However I have been disappointed before by those who have said the same. I will give you one chance and one chance only to show that you are one of the queens loyal guards. You must assist me and my servant here...” Ahsoka's dry look couldn't be seen by the guard. “...in preparing my personal spacecraft for flight. Is that understood private?”
   The soldier had the look about him of someone that still hadn't absorbed what had happened. His response was stil crisp and clear.“Yes, your majesty!” The male Zyggerian turned immediately and nearly ran straight into Ahsoka before sidestepping her and continuing his rush towards the spaceships yawning entranceway.
   After watching him go Ahsoka looked back to see the sketched smile on the face of the queen. Their eyes met and soon a smile was growing on Ahsoka's face.

   As Ahsoka familiarized herself with the yachts control's she noticed that the queen had slipped out of the control cabin. Once the craft was fully powered and the safety checklist was complete, Ahsoka bounced up from the pilots chair and headed to the back of the cabin to ready her sole passenger. Well, her sole human passenger. Artoo had rolled aboard with them and with a chorus of gratified beeps and whistles immediately plugged himself into the nearest droid alcove compatible with his class of astrodroid. As the droid recharged, Ahsoka patted him on the dome and whispered as she passed him. “Sleep well little guy.”
   She found the queen at the tail end of the spaceship. From what she could see she was finishing up a conversation with their guard. She spoke some last words of encouragement that Ahsoka jut barely didn't catch and handed the soldier a metallic disc. Taking it almost reluctantly he gave the queen one last bow, turned and left.
   Once he was gone and she was certain the queen was safely inside the pressure hatch Ahsoka pressed the button to close it. “We have to go.” The queen kept her eyes staring straight ahead even as the hatch closed in front of her with a hydraulic hiss. It occurred to Ahsoka that the queen could be wondering whether this was her last trip from Zyggeria. The queen slowly brought her head around and ruefully nodded once. Ahsoka turned and ran back to the cockpit, within seconds the royal yacht lifted off from the landing pad. The twin engines, placed on either side of the sleek rectangular body of the craft roared with power as the craft headed into the setting sun.
   Seeing the faraway look in the queens eyes Ahsoka thought she would take the queens mind off her own melancholy. “Well, you certainly don't do things halfway, do you?” When the queen just stared at her she continued. “You could have held masters Anakin and Obi-wan across town, on a differen't continent or even on one of Zyggerias many, many moons, but noooooo. You had to send them to a completely differen't system.” To emphasize her point, her fingers danced over the controls used to calculate the jump to hyperspeed. “Now we have to jump over there, to find who knows how loyal a force administering this labor processing hub they're at. Then we have to somehow get out of there. With, of course, the possibility that Count Dooku could pop up at any time.”
   The queen leaned in closer to Ahsoka as the jedi set the controls. “For a soldier, you complain a great deal. Besides, I was trying to rid myself of those Jedi, not keep them handy. Or did you forget that they and you attacked me?”
   A sour expression settled over Ahsoka's face. “We weren't trying to attack you we were trying to rescue General Kenobi.”
   “Who wouldn't have needed rescuing if you and your little jedi band were not on Zyggeria illegally.” Before Ahsoka could respond to that the queen held up her hand. “Besides, if I had kept those jedi friends of yours close by on Zyggeria they would also be close to Count Dooku right now and within easy reach. It would be that much easier for him to get to them. Don't you agree?”
   Not having an answer for that Ahsoka returned to the yachts controls. Everything appeared set and her calculations seemed to bear out. Confident they were ready to go Ahsoka threw the handle that engaged the hyperdrive. The lights of the stars became points as the yacht lept forward. Then they were gone.
   About a minute or so after the jump into hyperspace the queen bent down to look at the ships controls over Ahsoka's shoulder. She pointed to several of them asking Ahsoka to confirm what it is they did.
   After a few of mundane questions Ahsoka became aware of the shortage of personal space between them. The queen had leaned in so close that their shoulders were mashed together. Ahsoka could feel the queens breath upon her jawline as they talked. As they discussed the specifics of the ships controls Ahsoka began to suspect that the queen knew more about starcraft controls than she was letting on. She was surprised when one of the queens large felinoid ears flicked at her face when the queen was leaning in especially close. It's motion creating a most pleasant brushing sensation against Ahsoka's cheek. The queen gave a muted apology while Ahsoka's face slightly flushed.
   As their conversation went on Ahsoka noticed several instances of the queen becoming more... friendly with her. The queens hand had snaked around Ahsoka's shoulder and at one point rubbed the junction of her neck and shoulder. At several points she would lean across the pilot seat to get a look at an 'especially interesting' set of switches before leaning back. Once when she pointed at something on the instrument panel for emphasis the queen instead of withdrawing her hand completely would let it fall gently into Ahsoka's lap instead.
   It was right around when that errant hand started caressing her thigh that Ahsoka thought it might be time for something to keep the queen busy, other that is than herself. “Tell me your majesty, is there some spare food stored on the ship?” The queen she noticed was too distracted with drawing lines on Ahsoka's thigh with her fingertips to really pick up on what she was saying. “Maybe, you could get us some?”
   The queens finger stopped in mid stroke as she looked up to Ahsoka, her eyes narrowed. “I certainly hope you don't mean to suggest that I am to serve you food?”
   “Oh, uh...no of course not. Here let me get us something.” Ahsoka slowly got out of her seat and squeezed around the queen. She was about to head to the galley when she realized she didn't know where that was.
   “Down the hall, second door on the right my dear.” Ahsoka sighed and headed in that direction, wondering how the queen knew what was on her mind.

   Sitting on the couch seemed like a better idea then eating at the stylish dining table. They both silently agreed that they needed the padded comfort of the couch after the last few hours and neither of them cared if the expensive couch got stains from the basic fare Ahsoka was able to scratch together from the kitchen. It wasn't as bad as some of the emergency ration bars Ahsoka had been forced to eat on some battlefields but there wasn't much to recommend the food either.
   Once completed the meal was followed by even more silence. Ahsoka noticed the queen looking her over as they sat. She was still in a flirtatious mood. Ahsoka couldn't nurture the moment though, there were still questions that needed answering. “You described rather dark living conditions for master Obi-Wan and master Anakin to Count Dooku back in the throne room. How badly can I expect to find they've been treated?”
   The queen recoiled slightly at the new topic of conversation. The ghost of a smile on her face quickly turned to a blank expession. “Are those two jedi so important to you?”
   “They're my friends, my comrades. Yes they're very important to me.”
   The queen arose from the couch and after walking a few feet away crossed her arms. She cocked one of her hips at a rakish angle that drew Ahsoka's eye but didn't distract her. “Why do you care so much about those two? They've set themselves on a course to be used as pawns in the wars of other men. I can release them, but why would that please you? Would they not fall straight back into harms way?”
   Her brow furrowed in anger, Ahsoka stood locking her gaze upon the queens. “They are not pawns of anyone. They're heroes, who've risked their lives time and again for the Republic and untold innocents whom they've saved!” Walking up to just behind her Ahsoka measured her tone away from the indignant one she had been using. “Please, as soon as we leave hyperspace you must order their release. Only then can the three of us help you.”
   The queen threw her hand up in a gesture of dismissal. “Oh yes I'm sure they will love showing their loyalty to me, the same way they showed it at the slave market.” She turned around to face the jedi girl. The exasperation on her features eased somewhat. “Of course, we could always forget about those that have failed so miserably. You and I could be together without anyone else interfering.” Reaching out the queen touched her finger to one of Ahsoka's lekku, running it slowly down the side of her head for a few inches. “I could clothe you in the finest fashions my dear. Or if you wished you need not wear clothing at all. That's an amusing thought. An always naked bodyguard. Wearing only lightsabres and ready for, whatever it is I wished. You would never need to explain yourself to anyone in my court.”
   Ahsoka's face returned to an expression of irritation. “Your majesty, you promised to release them!”
   “Yes I did...Of course you remember what it is you gave in return for that particular boon.”
   “I have not forgotten your majesty. I just wonder to what purpose a champion is for a dead dynasty.”
   The queens hand slid around Ahsoka's head to her neck in what Ahsoka judged to be a surprisingly strong grasp. The look she gave Ahsoka serious. “Perhaps my hold upon the throne of Zyggeria is not as weak as you would believe young one. There may yet be hope in that particular area.”
   The eyes on Ahsoka's orange face narrowed in suspicion. “What is that supposed to mean?” She had seen the queens government fall herself and decisively. There wasn't any hope for her continued governance that she could see.
   “In time you will learn my dear, in time.” The queen now ran her hand from one of Ahsoka's shoulders to the other via the young womans clavicle. A slow caress that made her interest in Ahsoka plain. “What if I told you that I had no further interest in holding on to your ownership papers my young darling?”
   “I don't understand. Are you saying what I think you're saying?”
   The queen ran her fingers down the younger womans shoulder and traced a line down the side of her arm. Then she intertwined her fingers with Ahsoka's. “You need not ponder the meaning of my words...” She lifted the fingers she had grasped within her own. Pulling them up to her mouth she planted a soft kiss upon them. “...when I want the meaning to be clear so that you can share the joy of their message. I mean that upon our arrival in the Kadavos system you are as free as your friends.”
   Taking advantage of the momentary registration of shock on Ahsoka's face the queen leaned in and planted her next kiss on the girls lips. Being as they were already open somewhat from the surprise of what the queen said, it was easy to sneak her tongue past the girls unguarded teeth for a brief foray into her mouth.
   After the shock wore off Ahsoka presssed her hands against the queens shoulders and pushed her away. Their lips parted with a soft smacking sound. Ahsoka's widened eyes stared incredulously into the queens. From the look upon her face the queen doubted she even noticed she had been kissed. “I...I...I don't understand. You seemed to want me for your own. Now you're just throwing me away? I don't get it.”
   “Disappointed my dear? Well, I am the benificent one am I not?”
   While Ahsoka acquired a skeptical look, the queen put her arm around her and led her back to the suites couch. The queen sat, while pulling Ahsoka down with her so that she sat on the queens lap rather than sitting next to her.
   Her right hand supported the back of the girl while the queens left manuevered up the jedi padawans thigh. Before it could close in on it's destination Ahsoka interposed her hand. “Why?” The queen sighed at the new interruption. It had never been this hard to take one of her slaves to bed before. Did they weld jedis legs together when they graduated from Jedi school or academy or whatever it is they graduated from? Perhaps Ahsoka was still learning her jediness or whatever they called the training but that still frustrated her. “I mean from everything you've said holding me in bondage isn't a real moral problem for you, so what is it?”
   The queen reversed the hold on her hand so that it was she that was holding Ahsoka's. “Perhaps, I have a hold over you stronger than that of slavery my little blossom?”
   Ahsoka's eyebrow rose. The skepiticism her face bore bordered on outright cynicism. “Oh really? You think that our...togetherness the other night means I will follow you around wherever you want to go? That I will be your willing servant and leave the jedi?” The aloofness emanating from the girl at this point convinced the queen that it was a defense mechanism against emotional closeness. These jedi were novices at emotional matters, there was no doubt about that.
   “I only assume that this is what you want.” When the word 'this' was spoken as Queen Miraj's hand darted in to cup the other womans pussy. Ahsoka gasped as she looked down at this invasion of her personal space. She looked over to the queen with a severe look, but the queen matched her gaze just as intently. It was obvious there would be no backng down on her part. The only thing left to see was Ahsoka's reaction. When Ahsoka merely cast her gaze downward and eventually looked away the queen knew that her advances were welcomed by at least a part of the young jedi.
   When it was assumed that Queen Miraj was the winner in their small test of wills she got to work pleasuring the orange girl. Her thumb began slowly tracing circles over her labia while another finger went lower with the goal of gaining entrance to the younger female. For a few moments the finger teased around the lips of her heavenly entrance, increasing Ahsoka's arousal and enjoyment. When the queen felt that Ahsoka was ready, her long regal index finger entered, accompanied by a gasp from the girl. After a few in and out strokes the queen noticed ther her lover was breathing heavily and that her legs were opening up slightly wider. This while the look on her face was one of confusion and emabarassment. The queen smiled at the way the girl saw this situation as a predicament rather than a pleasure. Her fingers pistoned faster for a while.
   Taking her fingers out of the girls vagina the queen held them under her own nose. She could smell the sweet juices of a ripe female covering them and the smell was a sweet one. She offered the fingers to Ahsoka to smell and at first she shied away, then she daintily smelled the fingers and smiled but not before rolling her eyes. She suggested the jedi take the next step and try a taste, however when that was declined she stuck them in her own mouth and sucked them sweetly for a few seconds.
   Following her taste experience the queen reached back behind the couch. Her hand returned with an object roughly seven inches long and shaped like a tube pointed at one end. The metallic sheened object made Ahsoka's eyes widen. “What is that?”
   Not really believing that the girl was this naïve, the queen told her. In a way, what she said was the truth. “Oh this? This is a...back massager. Would you like to see how it works?”
   Crossing her arms, Ahsoka's face returned to it's accustomed skepticism. “Something tells me I'll regret saying yes.”
   Leaning in the queen planted a kiss upon the girls red lips. Their lips moved together passionately (this time with Ahsoka noticing). They parted only to wind up holding each others gaze. “I promise you won't regret it.”
   After shooing away her crossed arms the queen gently lifted up Ahsoka's top uncovering her breasts. With a flip of a switch at the base of the 'massager' it came to life, giving off a buzzing noise as she brought the tip of the device up to one of Ahsoka's exposed red nipples. It already stood at attention when the queen tounched the tip of the device experimentally against it. The reaction she received was what she was looking for. Ahsoka gave off a delighted sigh as queen Miraj drew vibrating circles around the Areola, much to the enjoyment of her lover.
   Soon the devices vibrating tip traced a line down from Ahsoka's breasts, over her stomach and down to the area it was designed to inhabit. Giving out a 'Oh!' Ahsoka felt the device inside her. It's vibrating sensation being the odddest one the girl had felt in a long time. As it moved inside and out of her her hands drifted down to her personal region to join the hand of the queen. She wanted, she needed the dildo to go into her faster, harder. Taking the cue the queen added new urgency and speed to her motions.
   Ahsoka's hips bucked as her orgasm approached. The hand the queen used to thrust the dildo was by now covered in the juices of her partner. She didn't mind it one bit. The girls high pitched cries came faster until finally her orgasm overtook her.
   Her cries faded as she slumped back onto the queens other arm as it supported her back. She couldn't believe that this feeling the queen gave her was so pleasurable. She couldn't believe how much beauty she found in the queens company, but she did.
   The queen removed the dildo from inside Ahsoka and placed it gingerly on the table in front of them. Ahsoka sat up in the queens lap trying to catch her breath. She reached forward and caressed queen Miraj's jawline with one finger. Her hand drifted downwards towards the felinoids shoulders...
   That was when the ships hyperspace alarm sounded. It didn't signal a crisis, only that the ship was about to emerge from hyperspace. The Kadavos system along with master Anakin, master Kenobi and the end to this whole mess, including, according to the queen, the end of Ahsoka's captivity, awaited.
   Of course that didn't mean the alarms klaxon was greeted as anything other than a rude interruption by Ahsoka or queen.
   While Ahsoka let out a disappointed sigh the queen placed the palm of her hand against her forehead. The queen entwined her fingers with Ahsoka's, then gently touched her forehead to Ahsoka's. “We must ready ourselves. I cannot meet the administrator of the facility like this.” She held up her hand to show the covering of liquid that had come from Ahsoka. They could both smell the results of their lovemaking as well.
   “But, I didn't...Take care of you.”
   The queen was touched by the jedi's selflessness but it wasn't to be. She gestured to the girl indicating she wanted to stand, which they both did. “I understand my dear, you want to be a generous lover. However we have our duties to perform.” She strode towards the bathroom and just short of the door, stopped and turned. “Of course you could always stay my slave. Then sessions like these would be commonplace.”
   The raised eyebrow and freshly crossed arms spoke volumes to the queen about what the jedi thought about that. “Well, it was worth a shot.” She turned and walked into the bathroom, the door closing behind her.

   Walking back onto the bridge the queen saw the planet Kadavo looming ahead. The jedi through some decent navigation had manged to get them out of lightspeed fairly close to the planet. The queen was impressed. She was about to say so when she realized she could do more than just thank the girl currently working the controls of the ship.
   Leaning in close to her lover as the jedi busily worked the controls the queen produced the sex toy they had been using some minutes earlier and held it up in front of Ahsoka. As the girls eyes widened the queen placed her other hand on Ahsoka's shoulder. “A gift for you my dear. A remembrance of our time together. Also, the device has been cleaned so you can relax.” She dropped the sex toy into Ahsoka's lap but the jedi's relexes caught the dildo before it got there.
   Holding it up and giving the item an inspection Ahsoka seemed fascinated by it. “I don't know, it's so...not in keeping with the jedi code of honor.”
   “My advice would be not to get it confused with that.” The queen tapped her finger on the butt of Ahsoka's lightsaber. “It would be rather awkward if in the heat of either battle or passion you used one device in place of the other.”
   That last comment caused an explosion of laughter to come from Ahsoka. Smiling she placed the sex toy into a hip bag she then put on. “Thank you. You will understand of course if I don't walk around the jedi temple showing it off to the other jedi?”
   A picture of just such a scenario sprang to the queens mind. Now it was her turn to let some laughter escape.
   The mingling of the womens laughter blended together with the roar of the yachts engines as the ship entered the atmosphere of Kadavo.
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