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A Pleasure Den in a Galaxy Far, Far Away

For NerubianKnight

By Draconicon

"Yes, two thousand credits, as promised," Silma said, thankful for the table keeping her clenched fists from being visible to the human on the other end of the call. "As protection for my establishment."

"That will be quite sufficient, Silma. Thank you for your cooperation. The Empire will be most grateful for the taxes in this trying time."

"I'm sure."

The hologram cut off, and the minute that balding, fat-cheeked bastard was off the screen, Silma's faint imitation of a smile disappeared. She leaned back in her chair, her hands balled into tight fists over her lap as she hissed through clenched teeth.

"Bastard..."

"Everything okay, boss lady?"

She flicked her eyes to the left at the bedroom door attached to the wall of her office. One of her employees, a Droat named Kezohr, leaned on the doorframe with a vaguely amused expression on his caprine face. The dragon-goat hybrid had probably been listening to most of the conversation, so an answer was probably pointless. Regardless, she shrugged.

"As okay as it's going to be. The governor's got his protection money for the month, and so long as we don't do anything stupid, there shouldn't be another raid."

"Rest of the club should like that."

"Rest of the club better be damn grateful for it. Now, don't you have a show to do?"

"In about twenty minutes, but I'm already dolled up for that," he said, chuckling. "What do you think?"

Another woman might have taken the Droat's posing as a joking, flirting thing, but as ever, Silma took it critically. The bat-possum hybrid cocked her head to the side, leaning her chin against her fist as the Droat leaned one way, then the other. His thick-muscled arms flexed larger, and his bare chest, oiled up to the point where his brown neck-fluff was matted down and his muscles stood out in stark relief, was as appealing as one might imagine a stripper to be in a more high-class joint.

Of course, most of those strippers weren't outfitted with vibrating cock-rings that were tuned to her office, nor were they sporting chemically-enhanced hard-ons that made them all the harder, hornier, needier on stage. Kezohr's shaft was a substantial one, something that appealed to many different bottoms that came calling to her establishment. If they had the money to buy more than a dance, he was damn good at fucking the living daylights out of them and getting them addicted to his Droat juice.

He twitched his cock as she watched, and she chuckled before shaking her head.

"Serviceable. Should get a good bit of tips tonight."

"That's what I wanted to hear, boss lady. Should I -"

Beep, beep. Silma tilted her head back as the security alarms started blaring, grumbling under her breath.

"Go help security. Make sure that whatever this is doesn't disrupt any of the other dancers."

"You got it, boss lady."

She shook her head as he darted out the door on the far side of her office. For all that he was the biggest escort that she employed, he was surprisingly fast. Then again, most people on this planet had developed some means of moving fast. With the way that life worked on Thadu, there was little alternative.

The bat-possum got to her feet, walking to the one bare wall of her office. She rested a bald, pink paw against the surface. For a split-second, she saw her reflection - a possum-faced woman with a pair of leathery bat wings sticking out of her spine, with large, flexible ears and a bald tail sticking out from behind her - and then it faded, showing the world outside of her establishment. The settlement of Rando III was hardly anything important to the bigger picture that was Thadu's planetary government, but it was a slice of life that more or less matched anything else across the planet's surface.

Ravaged by radiation storms, pock-marked by asteroid impacts, and swept regularly by wind-storms from the less-inhabited badlands of the planet, Rando III was a settlement kept alive by its exports: nergon-14, labor, and 'exotic' workers. Silma was just one of those pseudo-aliens that had gone through the transformative effects of Thadu's atmosphere; most of her employees were likewise transformed, with only a few select people in the Empire's employ able to afford the various shields that allowed them to maintain their genetic purity.

That said, it wasn't all bad; she had to admit that her own body was better than the vaguely rodent-shape that it had once been. The wings made for good night-flights when the air was clean and the storms were mild, and the ears were great on a busy night in the club. There wasn't a staff member that could hear trouble better than she could, nor anyone else that could snag a troublemaker faster.

And it makes us more...interesting. Which is the only reason half of us have jobs...

There were better whores in any of the Imperial towns that dotted Thadu, but people with money always made side-trips to Rando III or the other settlements to find the 'interesting' people that made a living selling their bodies. Always came with bribes for discretion, too. She smiled; the Imperial bastards might pretend that they were as xenophobic as they came, but oh, they loved to come down to the non-humans to get what they'd never admit to wanting from 'real' people.

Silma took her hand from the wall, and the vision of the dome-topped, squat buildings and the droids that roamed between them faded. The alarm faded with it, which meant that the situation downstairs was probably resolved.

Pity that Kezohr had to go on-stage soon, she thought, or she might have invited him back up. They'd already shared one round, and a second would have been wonderful to take some of the stress off.

No, no, he has to satisfy the customers, she thought, the bat-possum hybrid taking her seat behind her desk again. Besides, you have other employees you could enjoy...or other clients you could call up to see if they want a special session.

Special session. Heh. She would have been surprised if there was even one of those left. They had been dying like flies of late, flitting from this world to the next. Her business had long since shifted its focus from her body to those of her employees, ranging from the big-dicked Kezohr to the more amenable young men that had big dicks and open holes for the humans and other workers of Rando III. They weren't that interested in her anymore, not since she'd stopped doing the more public dances and...heavier kinks.

Or since the rumor got out that she -

Thunk. Thunk.

Two people? She looked up from her desk to see Kezohr return with a black-robed individual in tow, but rather than the usual security restraints that would have indicated that he was someone that the Droat wanted her judgment on, the newcomer was completely unrestrained. His long black robe covered him from head to toe, and he was shaded by the hood he wore, keeping his face covered.

"...What's going on, Kezohr?"

"Don't blame him," the newcomer said. "He's currently having a hard time thinking."

"What did you do?"

"Smart girl. No, don't get up."

The stranger gestured toward her, his sleeve rising up just enough for her to see the scaly fingers beneath it before something slammed her back against her chair. Hard. She gasped as it knocked the air right out of her lungs, leaving her hissing through clenched teeth as her head rattled back and forth. The impact was so extreme that she was left with her head rattling side to side for a few seconds...and Kezohr didn't do a thing.

"A chair, Droat. And then dance for us," the newcomer said.

"Yes, master."

Master?!

Even as she opened her mouth to demand an answer, the stranger shook his head, two white eyes just barely visible through the shade that the hood cast over his face. Another gesture at her closed her muzzle, keeping it clamped shut as her Droat employee walked around the room. He gathered a chair from the attached bedroom and set it down in front of her desk, then took a position on the side, swaying his hips from side to side and setting his cock to doing the same. Swish, swish went that long shaft, the bejeweled base shimmering in the low light of her office. It was quite erotic to see the huge thing swinging around, and it would have been rather arousing if it wasn't for the fact that she couldn't move.

The stranger sat down across from her, finally pulling his hood down. A horned, scaly head emerged from beneath it, looking vaguely reptilian, but more dragon-like than anything that she'd seen before. His eyes were pure white, and yet, at the very borders, she swore she saw some hint of red, some sinister intent.

"Let me explain a few things, hmm?" the newcomer said, chuckling. "I'm not what you're expecting in a client. If I wanted, I could break you as thoroughly as your Droat here."

"..."

"Don't worry. You'll have your voice back in a moment. Unlike some of the others that follow my particular...path...I do prefer to have underlings with a voice. It seems a remarkably dull existence to only hear your own words for the rest of eternity. Even with slaves around, it seems a shame to waste the voices and experiences of others.

"But back to the matter at hand. I'm looking for a place to put up my feet, to relax and enjoy myself for a while. Considering how I work, a brothel is as good a place as any. And you certainly have some...intriguing employees," the newcomer said, turning his attention back to the Droat as the hooved dancer thrust his hips forward, his balls making a meaty smacking sound every time that they came back down. "And while I could simply take it, there are other options here. Options that mean not exerting myself quite so hard...options that might pay off in the long term for me in a very different way."

"..."

"Heh. You may speak now," the dragon said with a wave of his hand.

It was as if a gag had been ripped from her mouth. As Silma gasped for breath, she glanced at Kehzohr. Relying on him for any sort of help would be stupid; whatever this stranger had done, he wasn't going to do what she said. Better to hope that this man was actually going to hold to any sort of deal. And more, she needed information. Fast.

"You...want to make a deal. What kind of deal?" she asked.

"Simple enough. A place to stay, to start with. Access without protest to anyone in your building."

"My employees -"

"Ah, did I say anyone working for you?"

"...You can't -"

"Anyone, I said," the dragon interrupted. "Anyone in your building. Your employees. Your clients. The droids. You. Anyone."

"But the governor -"

"Is also a target." The dragon paused, then smiled. "And not just for me, it seems. Mmmm, do I detect a little desire of your own?"

"...What are you?" Silma whispered, her breath coming faster.

"Hmm, hmm, starting to get it, are you?"

"Are you..."

"Hmm?"

"No...they wouldn't be like you. A Jedi wouldn't do this. You...you're one of...one of the others."

"...Heh. Oh, I know a certain human that would be very upset to know that there's someone else that knows about his order..."

The dragon chuckled, crossing one leg over the other as he folded his hands in his lap. Silma's eyes followed them, flicked across his belt -

"Mm, yes. I have one," he said with a slight nod of his head to the metal hilt hanging from his belt. "But so far, I haven't needed to use it on this planet. I have other options. Much more enjoyable options."

Silma said nothing. A Jedi in her establishment would have been bad enough, but she still remembered the stories of the Sith that were bandied about during the war. There were rumors that the Jedi spent more time hunting them than the old droid menace, and that their powers were something beyond even the old warriors. If one of these were in the bar -

"Silma."

An invisible hand grabbed her chin, tilting her head up from his lightsaber to his eyes. That empty gaze held her as much as those invisible fingers, and she grunted as she was made to look right into them. They were...disturbingly empty, holding her, encapsulating her, and she was afraid.

No, she was terrified.

As she squirmed, as she pushed against her chair, she felt something. It was infinitely small, but it was there, as if her flailing hands had reached something that she could throw. She didn't even think about how she could move it, how she could dislodge this thing that had invaded her brothel. All she did was try and throw it, imagining it hitting the dragon right in the forehead and knocking him back.

It did nothing of the sort. Something flew through the air, she felt that much, but it stopped a full foot from the Sith's face. The white-eyed dragon raised an eyebrow, his black scales shifting in the shadow that seemed to follow him.

"Well, then. It seems my senses hadn't led me astray, after all."

"What...what are you -"

"I'm not the only one in this room with power. Freeze."

Kezohr stopped in mid-dance, the Droat standing on one hoof with the other thrust up in the air. Any other man would have fallen over from the lack of balance, but he managed to hold himself upright. Silma panted for breath as the Sith stood up, looming over her at a full seven feet tall. He never stopped looking her in the eye, and she couldn't look away from him.

"You have potential."

"What..."

"Don't start lying to me; you think that I can't feel the fear in you? The rising anger? The shivers of anticipation running up and down your spine? The Force tells me everything, Silma. Everything that you try and hide, I can find. The darkness in you belongs to me. And unless you embrace it, soon, you will belong to me, too."

"You...you..."

"You've felt it before. In rare occasions. In bed. When you've been cornered, back against the wall with the Imperials taking what they want. In the streets, when the world is closing in and your options all fall away. When nothing is left but desperation, but the purity of the fear, or anger, or lust that you feel in that moment. Then...then you felt it, didn't you? That moment when the raw need takes over. To flee. To fight. To do something."

"..."

"I came here for several reasons. Several, of course, were indulgent," the dragon said, turning away from her and running his hand over the Droat's cock. He took his time to stroke it, his other hand running along her employee's hip, over his rump. A few squeezed back there, a little grunt from Kezohr as the dragon's finger found his pucker and slid inside. "But one certainly was not."

"You're looking for an apprentice?"

"Now you're flattering yourself, heh. No, I'm looking for a tool. Something that can stand on its own. Something that might prove itself useful once I have to leave this planet and move on. The Imperials are, after all, not entirely keen on someone else having the same power as their Emperor. But that doesn't mean that it wouldn't be useful to you. The power to control minds. The ability to throw someone out the window with but a twist of your thoughts. The tantalizing tease of being able to play with a body from across the room, to rile it up until it wants you, and nothing less will do."

The bat-possum shivered as she imagined each of those scenarios, and so many more. The dragon's words wormed through her skull, drawing out memories of exactly those moments when she had been most helpless, when the world had shown itself to be the adversary that she could not beat on her own. The shivers that ran along her spine had nothing to do with arousal, but entirely to do with the fear of what would happen if she had ever failed. Every single one could have dislodged her as this woman of minor power, of this business-person who was barely making it.

To have that power...

"You would...teach me?" she asked.

"Heh. And use you. And make use of you."

"..."

"All things come with a price, Silma." He turned from Kezohr, snapping his fingers. The Droat brought his leg back down and left the office, his eyes glazed over and glassy. "And your price will be high indeed. You will bend the knee to me, give me whatever I want. The moment that you resist, I will take it, and you will lose whatever else I might have offered. That's the deal."

"...And in return..."

"In return, you will learn how to harness those feelings. The fear. The anger. The lust. Everything that you feel when someone looks down on you. Everything that you feel when you want someone in your bed. Everything that you feel when you know how unfair the world is, I will show you how to harness and put to use. You will have the strength to take yourself from this little brothel to wherever you want to be...if you do what I say."

"Then...there's no reason to say no, is there?"

"Heh, there is. Let's not kid ourselves. There are reasons to decline the Dark Side. One must know what they are choosing to get the full power. There is power in the light. There is strength there. But it is also...passive. Reactive. Or at least, that was how the Jedi taught it before the Sith exterminated them.

"I've never felt that there is much to be gained from lying to others. One's passions flow freest when they are honest. So, tell me, Silma. Are you going to take this offer? Or are you going to be one of many that just does as they are told when I take this brothel from you and use it until I leave?"

Out of all the threats that she had taken and endured during her time on Thadu, this was the most cordial of them. It offered her a legitimate choice, and one that didn't even require that much from her. Not more money, not more pain. Just...indignity. Humiliation. Service. And she would get to keep everything she already had, and get more besides. With that in mind, was the question even a question?

"I'll take your offer."

"Splendid. Now, your first payment."

He flexed his hand, and her body responded, dragging itself out of her chair and standing up. His fingers twiddled like some old puppetmaster, and the bat-possum gasped as she felt her hands moving on their own volition, darting across her body and pulling at the straps, buttons, and zippers that kept her clothes on.

"What -"

"You own a brothel, but you have the lust of a good little whore. I want to see how much you can take before I start teaching you...properly. Now - oh, this is fine..."

To have a seven-foot-tall dragon looking down on you was intimidating enough. To have one staring down at her while she was topless, to see him leering with a smirk on his face and his Force touch all around her was something else. She couldn't cover her breasts, which were - to put it bluntly - large, nor could she hide the little pink dots that ran down her stomach and sides. The little belly-nipples had always been vaguely hidden during her meetings with other clients, but the dragon -

"AH! Mmmph..."

She hissed and bit her lips as she felt invisible fingers flicking across them, pulling, twisting all four of them at once. Invisible hands groped along her breasts, lifting them, pinching her nipples and giving them a painful twist that nonetheless set her own lusts aflame. Her hands bunched into fists at her sides as they were released, and the invisible touch of the Sith dragon ran along her body. From her head down her back, groping her ass, and then along her thighs. They were everywhere, unlimited, and she was soon left gasping.

"Nnngh..."

"You have too much pent up. Let's release that."

The dragon's free hand flicked backward, and her pants ripped off instantly. She was left naked, her pussy bared and wet, and she was lifted from the ground with a simple gesture. As she was left floating in mid-air, other invisible hands gripped her ankles, pulling her legs apart and showing off her pussy and her ass to the Sith.

"Yes. Quite pleasant to see. How long has it been since someone has looked between your legs?" he asked.

"Nnngh...two months...not including Kezohr this morning."

"Too long. You will be getting it at least twice a day from now on. And then seeking more. I can feel the lust inside of you, alongside the fear. The Dark Side feeds on the passions of those that use it. Fear and anger, yes...but lust, and desire, and greed, those are just as good. You can feel it, now, just at the edge of your consciousness. That will build..."

His hand, his real hand, pressed between her legs. His thumb flicked against her clit, and his longest finger touched her asshole. The bat-possum groaned, arching her back at the simple stimulation, her breath coming faster as he rubbed his thumb harder, faster against her clit. Each touch made her grit her teeth that much harder, her toes curling, the little rings on her digits glimmering in the low light of her office.

He was doing something. He had to be doing something to make this feel so good; even Kezohr wasn't able to get her shivering and whimpering this quickly. His power was driving her up the wall, her back all but cracking as she arched it in mid-air. Her juices flowed hard, dripping down to her pucker -

"NNNGH!"

She didn't even have words for how it felt as he rammed his finger inside of her, forcing it deep as he used her juices for lube. Her breath went ragged, her body shaking as her pussy clenched on nothing and her asshole milked his finger as if it were a cock waiting to spray her full of seed.

"How...how..."

"I know your passions...your needs. It's all there for someone that knows the Dark Side," the dragon said, chuckling. "Now...let's give you what you need."

Need. Need cock. Her asshole clenched harder than ever as he pulled his finger back, the image of a massive black-scaled dick burning in her mind. Her breath wheezed out of her lungs as the fantasy seized hold of her, of her ass cheeks being spread and her pucker being broken in.

What...how...how...

It didn't matter 'how,' as it was already happening. The dragon was over her, and his cock - nearly as thick as her fist - pressed against her pucker. Silma didn't have a choice of whether she took it; her only choice was whether she would let herself enjoy it.

She chose to give in.

"Nnnnngh...mmmph..."

And it felt good as it parted her hole, spreading her rim wide around that stiff shaft. It went deep, deeper, and deeper still before finally coming to a halt with his balls against her ass. She swore that she could feel the thick in her stomach, and if she were to look down, she'd see the bulge of it there.

Before she could even think to look down, his hand pressed against her forehead -

_On her back, legs in the air, the rings of the Sith on her toes and a plug in her pussy. An anal only slut.

Walking the catwalk. Her mouth up in a smile, her hole plugged with a bejeweled thing with his emblem on it.

Her sitting on the faces of customers at the edge of the catwalk, lightning dancing between her fingers._

Her on his lap, his cock impaling her ass, customers crawling to her paws and her employees offering their cocks as playthings at her sides.

Her mouth stuffed with his cock as her power manipulated the others in the room, gathering them, hardening cocks, slicking pussies, drawing them -

"NNNNNGH!"

She came, and it could only have been a minute of getting her ass plundered, but it felt like hours. Hours and hours and hours of getting fucked - no, just a minute - but it felt like so much more. In, out, in, out, that thing too big for her tiny hole, but it was forced to accept it anyway. And it felt good -

Made to feel good. It was made to feel good. The hybrid was just barely aware enough to know that this wasn't supposed to feel good, but the Sith dragon was making it so. In, out, in, out, her breath coming faster, her body spasming as it was made to take the pleasure and feel it stronger, make it better than it was possible to be.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Another climax was coming as she was pinned down against her desk, her breath barely enough to keep her conscious. The dragon was in her mind, fucking it as much as he was her body. Every pulse through her skull sent shivers of pleasure through every part of her. Her nipples, her soles, her pussy, her ass, even her fingers felt it. Everything was part of the sex, and she couldn't stop begging for more.

She was screaming.

Crying.

Cumming.

The rut continued, changing position over and over again. Her over her desk, her breasts hanging down and swaying with each thrust; her on her back, her paws in the air as the Sith teased them with shocks from his fingers; her bouncing on his cock with wild abandon and her pussy juicing like mad despite getting nothing.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

She was against the wall when she finally felt him cum. The heat sprayed into her depths, and finally, the feeling of someone else in her skull faded. She wheezed as she slumped against the wall, her tongue hanging out of the corner of her mouth, and the pulsing, squelching, wet feeling of his seed inside of her just grew, and grew, and grew.

By the time that he stopped cumming, she felt positively bloated, but didn't feel bad. She reached down to her guts, feeling her hands obeying her for the first time in...she didn't know how long. A long time. It felt...good. Very good. And the heat inside that he had left behind was all the hotter as a result. As that cock fell from her, popping out of her ass and leaving her dripping, Silma looked over her shoulder at him. Her breath was still coming back to her, but she smiled a shaky smile.

"So...what is...what is the first...lesson?"

"The first lesson is confidence. Confidence in your lust. Feeling the rightness of it. The need to take charge, to feel it and know that you have no right to be told no."

"And how..."

"Out there. You will go out there, and walk the stage like any of your dancers. And you will let them touch you...demand they touch you..."

A hint of fear rose beneath the lust that remained, but there was too much arousal for her to listen to it. Her pussy had gone untouched that whole time, and while she had the self-control to not touch it now, she wanted more.

More orgasms.

More pleasure.

More satisfaction.

Perhaps he was still in her head, because it had never been so easy to leave her clothes behind and walk out of her office naked before. There was a hint of humiliation, a piece of fear that stuck around in the back of the bat-possum's head, but it wasn't enough to stop her. Her pussy was burning with need, and her asshole's drip, drip, drip of his seed was enough to push her forward. He had claimed her already, promised her pleasure, promised her power, and she would get it.

The hybrid's sense of time was still off; one moment she was at the door of her office, the next she was backstage. The other performers - mostly males, but with a few others around - stared at her as she walked bare-ass naked toward the curtains. She didn't care. They could stare all they wanted. The staring...the staring felt good.

The announcer waited at the edge of the curtain, the hybrid dragon-horse looking at her without a word. Silma nodded, and when the announcer said nothing, she took the microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, for a new show...myself."

The words were still echoing on the other side of the stage as she thrust the microphone back at the hybrid and stepped through. The lights came down on her, making her sweat-slick fur shine, and as his seed rolled down the backs of her thighs, she strutted forward. The fear rose, almost making her run away as the embarrassment of being under so many eyes threatened to overwhelm her, but one thought kept her moving.

If I stop...if I hold back...he'll make me do it anyway. He'll take away the power. I need it...I need that...

And so she kept walking. One step after another, she pounded the runway with her bare paws, walking all the way to the edge of the catwalk and standing there, legs spread with the biggest smirk that she could spread across her face. The need to do something, anything, to take back some of that power hit her, and she turned on her heels. She spread her ass cheeks and pushed -

Squelch.

Plop.

Squelch.

And his seed rolled down her legs for all to see. She extended one, curling her toes, and she caught the chin of one of the customers in the crowd. Silma flicked her wings and her tail as she looked over her shoulder, seeing a lucky human staring up at her. His eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open as her cummy toes cupped his chin. She caught his gaze and made her smile that much bigger.

"You want it, honey?" Silma smacked her ass. "Prove you're fucking worth it."

"Mmmph..."

"Suck on my toes, like a good boy."

The eyes of the brothel club were on her, and as much as she fought her blush, she fought her need to cum right then and there even more. Something had broken in her, something that had held her back for years. There was something about being there, showing off for the crowd of aliens, humans, and more, that left her feeling...powerful. She seized hold of that lust, that need, that sheer arousal, and used it to shove her toes right past the human's lips, making him suck them clean.

"Go on...show me where you belong..."

And as she whispered, she felt the white eyes of her new master staring at her from somewhere else in the building. He knew what she was doing, was watching her...and she had to make sure that she put on a good show. He still had the power...but she could learn.

The End

Summary: Silma is a club owner in the Star Wars universe, and is about to meet a Sith that has a different take on the Dark Side.

Tags: M/F, M/M, Dragon, Star Wars, Hybrid, Sith, Possum, Bat, Goat, Brothel, Sex, Anal, Mind Control, Corruption, Dancing, Nudity, Paw Fetish, Toe Licking, Exhibitionism, Cum, Orgasm,