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Bzzzt! Electricity coursed through the slave's shock collar, causing the young Twi'lek to arch her back in pain. Once the jailor released the trigger, the blue-skinned alien needed a few moments to catch her breath, shaking her head. "Ouch! Give it a rest, will ya?"

Jailor Knash's voice was low and cold. "I'm gettin' my fill of fun while I still can, slave."

Then, the jailor finally noticed the menacing Sith warrior standing behind him. Malfius had no use for fools. This Knash will lose his life to a lightsaber in the back if he doesn't learn to be more attentive, he thought.

Knash turned and grumbled, "Ah, as if on cue, look who's back. Word is you might become Lord Baras's apprentice. Hrmph. Nice work, if you can get it."

You don't apply to be a Sith apprentice, fool. I earned my status. Malfius chose to hold his tongue, lest he lose his cool and slice the man in half where he was standing. Certainly the jailor's life was no match in value for his own, but wanton slaughter might draw the wrong kind of attention down upon Malfius. He was a pure-bred Sith, with vibrant red skin, craggy brow-horns, and jutting cheekbones, but his power in the force was still growing. No need to make an enemy of whichever Sith Lord was in charge of replacing foolish, human jailors.

His silence seemed to disturb Knash, who paused, then said, "So, I hear you'll be relieving me of this Twi'lek. She's a pain in the neck."

The young Twi'lek's blue head tentacles quivered. "Ha! Who's pain in the neck? _I'm_the one wearing the shock collar." Her hands were on her slender hips.

A spirited one, Malfius thought. He masked his pleasure. I will enjoy breaking her...

"Hrmph," Knash said. "Consider that a going away present. Seems you might be useful for something after all - this bruiser is taking you into the tomb where we caught you."

"None of you can figure out how to activate the tomb statues to open the forbidden cavern, huh? You got some kind of business in that secret Sith chamber, do you?"

Open a forbidden cavern, is it? The Sith appraised the Twi'lek with a new glint in his eye. She was certainly not the first Twi'lek slave to come into his possession, though she was far younger. And, Malfius suspected, a slave for a different reason. _Slaves are slaves,_Malfius decided. Fun would have to wait until after the Tomb of Naga Sadow, however.

Malfius spoke, his voice raw with the passion of the Sith. "Jailor, I think she needs a little more juice..."

"All right, one more for the road," the grizzled old man agreed. He thumbed the button to another delightful buzzing of electricity, muffled only by the Twi'lek's pained cries of agony.

"Agh! Enough!" she shrieked, grabbing her lekku. Those blue head-tails were among the most sensitive parts of a Twi'lek's body.

"Here, kid, take this shock control collar. I'll set it to a higher level. Use it enough, she'll show you the back door to her mother's house."

Malfius's veneer of calm faded as he glanced at the jailor. After scrutinizing the man for a few moments, the dark jedi concluded that the old man hadn't intended to speak euphemistically.

"I suppose I can play tomb tour guide. My name's Vette. A lot of work went into cracking that nut, but I did it once, I can do it again. So we're clear, I'm officially on strike when it comes to domestic duties."

Would this Vette never shut up? "Let's give this higher setting a test run," he growled, casually pressing the button. The crackling was loud to the point of annoyance, but Vette's desperate whimpers more than made up for it.

"Argh! Okay, that's worse! Stop!"

Malfius waited as the jailor released the slave from her cage. He watched his new acquisition appraisingly. Has she learned her lesson?

"I'll take you to the unlocking points throughout the tomb and then open the secret door for you. Just lead the way," she spat, making sure not to embellish.

Smiling, the Sith warrior simply said, "Good slave. Come along."

* * * * *

Apprentice Malfius leaned back against the smooth, metal chair, exhaling audibly. Naga Sadow's tomb had been nothing next to his power. The mission had been a complete success, and he was now officially the right hand of Lord Baras. He mused, the slave...Velle?...had proved a capable sniper, as well. When we arrive on Dromund Kaas, we shall see if she blasts Republic spies as eagerly as Sith acolytes.

The luxury shuttle was small, but well equipped. Lord Baras had spared no expense booking this flight, though Malfius itched to fly his own vessel. He scratched his brow-ridges impatiently. The trip would take over an hour, with nothing to do. Perhaps he would take over for the pilot and see what the best class shuttle in the Empire could do?

Suddenly, Malfius wrinkled his nose. The offending smell was coming from his left, where his slave stood, silently. He'd needed to administer a shock or two here and there, but it seemed his Twi'lek slave had finally realized she was not to speak unless spoken to. Scoffing, Malfius said, "You, slave. How long were you in that cage?"

Clearing her throat, the young Twi'lek said, "Five weeks." When Malfius's finger went to the button, she quickly spurted, "...my lord."

"Good slave," the Sith warrior smiled. "This flight will take some time. Enter the washroom and take a shower. I want to know if there is a person under all that dirt and sweat."

Vette blinked, her face betraying her eagerness.

"But what about the shock collar?" she asked.

Malfius said, "Remember my mercy, next time you think to disobey me. Come here and I will remove your collar."

She answered his call instantly, kneeling in front of her reclining Sith master. The collar instantly recognized his fingerprints, unlatching from the slave's neck. "Go," he said simply.

She walked quickly, then slowed, wary. But Malfius said nothing as the Twi'lek finally entered the washroom. The door slid closed with a mechanical whirr.

Pressing the comlink, Malfius contacted the pilot. "Pilot, redirect my holo to show me the washroom."

The officer's voice was shocked. "But sir, there is a passenger in there!"

Tone rising, the Sith warrior said, "I am your lord, and you will do as I say."

"Yes, my lord."

The holotable lit up with a faint blue glow, showing Vette in the washroom, alone. Malfius leaned back, watching as the young, nubile Twi'lek began to remove her dirty clothes. Do with her as you wish, Lord Baras had said. The Sith's throat rumbled softly as he continued to watch.

She was nothing like the well-trained Twi'lek sex slaves of their homeworld, Ryloth. Those women couldn't scratch their armpits without looking seductive. This girl moved with a grace born from efficiency. Every move was quick and functional, from the way she kicked off her boots to her eyes scanning the washroom just like she'd scoped out every nook and cranny in the Tomb of Naga Sadow. The only thought she took as she disrobed was to place her twin blasters leaning up against the wall as close to the shower as she could risk.

Not feeling safe, he mused.

Then she undid the straps that held her breasts tight to her chest, dumping the cloth to the floor. She slid her hands up to the metal tiara she wore, dropping it onto her shirt. While she used her nimble fingers to unfasten the strap around her waist, she turned away from the viewfinder.

Malfius had been hoping to see something. Oh well, that's what holograms are for, he thought, reaching over to the controls and spinning the image until he was looking straight at the young woman's half-naked body. Her breasts pointed upward slightly, with lighter blue areolas, smooth, but a little small for his liking. They barely jiggled, which was probably practical for a snivelling little thief. He admired the rows of dark, black stripes that descended her head-tails, zooming in on the cleft between the two - the most sensitive spot on the most sensitive part of a Twi'lek's body.

Now, however, she was sliding her tight, tan pants off of her body, and Malfius didn't want to miss this. He swivelled the camera until he was zoomed at her smooth, blue midriff, holding his breath as the band slid down. True to her fashion, she tucked her thumbs into both the pants and her underwear, not wasting the motion. Malfius watched eagerly as inch after inch of her body was revealed. She was smooth and hairless, even as the cloth slid down her crotch. Soon, he had a beautiful view of Velle's cleft, similar to a female Sith's (or a human), except that the thin opening was housed in a soft, protruding mound, not entirely unlike her stubby ear cones. He could only grin at the sight of it - she was still tight and sealed, proof of her virginity. Even better, the smooth, blue mound was swollen and slightly reddish.

He stood as the slave walked, naked, into the shower, sparing a glance for the way her lekku swayed in exaggerated imitation of her tight, round butt. He paused at the door to the bathroom, using the force to better hear the running water. He couldn't fully sense he - he'd never specialized in that aspect of the force, but he knew she wasn't actually bathing yet, without even glancing at the holotable. She was crouched in the shower, pointing the blaster pistols at the door.

Clever girl, he realized. Not that it mattered. Even if she could somehow kill Malfius, she'd be unable to access the cockpit before an emergency landing. She would know this, of course. Either she'd rather die for murder than follow the Sith, or she knew what was about to happen and couldn't allow herself to be a passive victim.

Either way, he was pleased.

He could feel how tempting the running water was. He kept his eyes closed, waiting until the time was right. Her willpower impressed him yet again - she stayed there for almost five minutes before she decided that her fears were unfounded. Slowly, carefully, she lowered the weapons to the floor, still within arm's reach, and inched toward the water.

She never got there. With a press of a button, Malfius launched the door open. The slave rolled for the weapons, instantly back on her guard, but she was too slow. With one hand up, Malfius willed the guns through the air. He didn't bother to catch the deadly toys, letting them fly past him and _thunk_harmlessly against the wall. The girl crouched there, eyes wide as the only thing that could have made her competative with the Sith Lord vanished.

He stepped forward and closed the door behind him.

"Stop!" she screamed.

He just smiled, cruelly. "I told you to get that dirt off, Velle. What are you waiting for?"

She didn't know how to respond. Finally, she settled with "It's Vette."

"If you won't shower on your own, I will have to supervise, slave." He waved his hand toward the running water.

Will she disobey, now that I have no easy access to punish her? She should realize that without the shock collar, he was still quite capable of making her miserable.

And so she did. Standing slowly, out of breath, she straightened up, making no effort to hide her nubile, young body. Malfius could see the smoldering in her eyes, but she knew when she had to be compliant. "Yes, my lord," she managed, through gritted teeth.

While Malfius watched, she bathed. Ever practical, she managed to enjoy the warm water despite the situation she was in. She could easily have done the bare minimum in quiet protest, but instead the Twi'lek washed herself thoroughly, scrubbing her lekku with soap and water. There were technologies that could replace the need for such primitive cleaning, but the cost of soap and water treatment was low and the pleasure of a shower kept the practice in wide use.

The Sith watched silently until her smooth, blue skin was sparkling, then with a quick motion of his hand, he turned the water off. "Better," he said simply.

Turning rather mechanically toward him, Vette said, "May I go now, my lord?"

She knew very well what he could do to her if he wanted, but she was still holding out hope that the red-skinned warrior was just trying to humiliate her into submission. He shook his head negatively, holding up the shock collar.

Fear flashed across her eyes, but only for a second. This one had a strong will. She calmed her voice, saying, "Is that necessary...my lord?"

This time, he shook his head 'yes'. "You haven't proven your loyalty, slave." With that, the collar floated effortlessly across the bathroom. Reluctantly, Vette took the device. Malfius knew the power of coercing a slave to put on a collar willingly.

"May I at least get dressed first, master?" she asked reasonable. The device _would_get in the way.

"Who said you were getting dressed?"

That shut her up. Taking a few moments, she blinked slowly, and wrapped the collar around the back of her neck. She knew better than to resist.

"Come here," he commanded.

Three small steps at a time, the young girl approached the horned Sith, stopping just out of arm's reach. She was holding her breath, making no effort to hide or accentuate her nakedness, eyes blurred as if watching a crash in slow motion.

"Stand still," he said, reaching forward to slide his palm up beneath one of her breasts.

Reflexively, the girl stepped back and pushed his hand aside, saying, "Hey!"

With a sad smile, the Sith lifted up the remote he'd been hiding in his other hand and pressed the button. Lightning coursed around Vette's neck, and she yelped, the lingering water on her body not dampening the shock. "Ow! Hey!" she said again.

Malfius was no fool. She knew exactly what he wanted. This time, when he reached for her, she stood perfectly still, like a rag doll, letting the red-skinned alien run his hands all over her body. She bit her lip, but said nothing, even when he ran two fingers under her chin and lifted her to meet his lips.

When she didn't return his kiss, he said, "Kiss me," simply, and she did. She opened her mouth, tilted her head, and allowed Malfius's tongue inside. If she didn't fully comprehend it yet, she'd soon realize that her body was, in fact, his. "You're going to like this," he added.

Her body stiffened. "Is that a command...master?"

So petulant! He almost shocked her just for her tone, but she did manage to add the honorific at the end. "It's a promise." With that, the Sith stepped up against her, wrapping his arms around her stiff body. She didn't fight it, even as his hands roamed her back, until he reached out to grab her left head-tail.

Vette gasped, pushing back against her master's body. "T-those are sensitive..."

"Ahem," he grunted.

"My lord..." she hastily added.

With a gentle squeeze, Malfius said, "I know, slave. I know all about them." Twi'lek tried to keep some aspects of their head-tails a secret, but no one could keep something a secret from a well-connected Sith.

Now when her body stiffened, it was because of the sudden sensations along her erogenous glands. There was a spot about halfway down the lekku, a dark spot you could see if you knew what you were looking for. Hers blended in with her stripes. He gripped her there, softly but firmly.

"S-stop..." she gasped.

He didn't bother with the shock collar, squeezing her head-tail instead.

"Aaaah!" she yelped, reflexively trying to push the Sith warrior away.

"You don't command me, slave," he growled.

Vette clenched her eyes shut, holding back tears, even as Lord Malfius returned to gently stroking her gland. With his left hand, he pocketed the remote control and slid his palm down the Twi'lek's smooth stomach. She shivered when she finally noticed this second touch, still overwhelmed by his hand on her brain-tail.

"Please don't; I beg you, master..." she whimpered.

He had no reply for her other than his hand caressing her hooded mound, letting the fingertip of his middle finger brush lightly against her virgin opening. He felt her muscles tense, but she knew what would happen if she fought back. He looked her right in the eyes as he pressed harder and harder up and into her. At first, she stared back defiantly, but soon enough, she tossed her head back and closed her eyes.

She was _very_tight, and Malfius relished in the way her wet folds wrapped around his two fingers. Just inside, he met a slight resistance - what passed for a Twi'lek hymen. In the Galactic Republic, finding a virgin Twi'lek was one in a million. With a grin, he jabbed his fingers forward, piercing the soft membrane once and for all. Vette shuddered, the act not so much physically painful as mentally. She'd only been a slave for a short time - free tentacle-heads put a lot of stock in saving their deflowering for their life-mate. She was going to have to get used to the fact that she was owned.

Now, between her lekky and her mound, Vette was having trouble remaining quite so stiff. She may not like her master, but her body was finding him hard to resist, particularly since she was clearly in heat. Like other lesser aliens, the Twi'lek were little better than animals, controlled by their own lusts. Touch them in just the right way and they'd spread their legs and offer themselves up as readily as a womp rat.

"You like that, don't you?" he asked, wiggling his fingers inside of her as he slid his right hand further up her head-tail. They became even more sensitive once you reached the part where their brain resides.

"N-no, master..." she groaned.

Malfius smiled cruelly, amused by her combination of obedience and recalcitrance. "On your back," he ordered.

She knew what would happen if she lay down on the wet tile floor, and so she hesitated. He tugged his fingers free and pulled the remote out, but by the time he could reach the trigger, she was already on her butt on the floor. "Good girl," he complimented.

While she lay down, eyes fuming, Malfius used his powers to twirl the remote control in the air to free his hands. He began one by one to remove his clothes. She couldn't help but appreciate his toned, red chest. He kicked off his boots and removed his pants, revealing himself to his slave. If there had been any doubt to his intentions before, they were clear now. Between his legs stood his immense, horned cock, surging with blood.

The four horns formed a ring around the tip, designed to hold him in place and stimulate a Sith female. They would wreak havoc on the young woman's pussy. Vette gasped at the dangerous organ, trying to squirm away. He grabbed the shock trigger from the air meaningfully, and she stopped.

"Have mercy, my lord," Vette grimaced.

"No."

The Twi'lek could do nothing but watch as Malfius lowered himself toward her, positioning himself between her legs. Her eyes were locked on his horned tip, which hovered now mere inches from her swollen, pink mound. But before he made her fears come true, he ran his free hand between her small, taut breasts. She only glared at him, her whole body tense once again.

Then, he pushed himself against her cone-shaped mound. She was a little more open, thanks to his fingers, but nowhere near ready for the pointed girth of his tip. Vette was trembling, holding her breath as first the soft tip penetrated her, and then the ring of horns.

"Aaaah!" she gasped, and he hadn't even shoved himself in yet.

The spines were digging into her folds. Sliding a hand beneath her rump, Malfius readied his slave and jabbed_forward, spreading her wider than ever before; wider than her body was meant to. The horns poked into her sensitive flesh, making Vette_yelp from both pain and humiliation being raped by her new owner. With one quick shove, this slave joined billions others, her precious purity gone.

Once he and this news had sunk in, he leaned over her, dropping the remote to his left to employ both his hands on the Twi'lek's arms. He held her possessively, so that she might know to whom she now belonged, guiding more and more of his length into her violated body. The spikes would make her entire passage sting, but by comparison, the rest of his over-sized cock was a blessing. Her tight little mound would never be the same after this.

Vette tried to just lay there passively, perhaps pretending she was somewhere else, but he knew how to fix that. Pressing his chest against hers, he pumped gently as he reached up with both hands to grab her head-tails. "Oh...Ryloth 4!"

Malfius wasn't familiar with that curse, the uninspiring name of Ryloth's fourth moon. At one point, the people of Ryloth had worshipped the moons as gods, their names long-forgotten. But the curse still stood.

He shut her up with a kiss, tugging gently on each lekku. Vette was overwhelmed, as he had expected. Her fertile young body was sending her all the right signals, nerves firing and hormones flooding her young body. It was widely suspected that the Sith and Twi'lek couldn't interbreed, but he knew why such pairings were so rarely productive. Twi'lek rarely released eggs without a particular stimulation, right at the basal cleft between their brain-tails, and few were likely to explain that to their Sith masters. Most owners were happy to use their slaves without consequence, but Malfius wasn't most people. Vette needed to learn her place, and what better way that to claim her entirely - mind, body, and womb.

Now she was moaning, and bucking her hips, her cries muffled by his tongue as he penetrated her again and again. But as he slid his right hand up her head-tails, her eyes popped open. She knew what he was doing, as soon as his hand began to rub powerfully between her spread tails.

"Wait...no!" she gasped.

He cut her off with a particularly rough squeeze of her basal gland, causing Vette to spread her legs, toss her head back and_moan_. Endorphins flooded her brain even as her ovaries started to warm up, preparing to release an egg or two. It was a great testament to her willpower that Vette managed to whimper, "Stop, you don't know what you're doing!"

"I know exactly what I'm doing," Malfius replied, rubbing her gland again. When she arched her back, he took advantage of her to kiss her neck just between the two shock conduits.

Vette worked amazingly fast. He realized his mistake too late, reaching out with the force a second after she thrust her hand out to grab the shock remote. It had just been sitting there, but he hadn't considered she might use it herself. Before he could pull his head back, she slammed the button, and electricity coursed through both of their bodies.

"Rrrrrrrnnnggg!" he growled, blanking his mind to endure the sudden pain. Vette screamed as she electrocuted herself just to get back at him. Once he pulled back his head, he was free from circuit, and he easily grabbed Vette's hand and squeezed until she let go of the remote.

"Clever girl," Malfius smiled, not the reaction Vette was expecting. She stared up at her rapist in fear, trying to process his next words. "I think you deserve a reward for that."

She realized soon enough that his idea of a reward did not match hers. Tightly cluthcing the remote control, Malfius redoubled his efforts, pounding away at the helpless Twi'lek until his horned cock was _thumping_up against her womb. Then, with his free hand, he rubbed her basal cleft, making Vette shudder as her body prepared for his seed against her will. "No, please..." she begged.

He just grunted and fucked her harder, pressing hard against her skull. With enough stimulation, she might well produce_two_ eggs, and that was just what he had in mind. "You are mine, slave, and it is time that you learn that."

She wasn't even pretending to be obedient anymore, using the last vestiges of her resistance to push and punch at him while her body sent her conflicting messages. The horny womp rat inside her rocked her hips up and down, wrapping her legs around him. As he expected, the womp rat won, and Vette groaned, about to explode in orgasm.

Bzzzzzzt!

"Aaaaaah!" she screamed, her neck sparking with electricity. Whatever she had been feeling was gone now, leaving her panting and wincing in pain. "What was _that_for!?" she yelped.

His only response was to pound her again, kissing her breasts while he rubbed her cleft. It would take quite a lot of work to stimulate both ovaries, but he knew how to keep it up.

By the time she was panting and groaning again, she realized what he was doing. "No, wait!" she gasped, just as she reached her peak.

Bzzzzzzt!

"Fuck!" she groaned, once again shocked back to ground zero, the animal lusting inside of her growling to be released. She was panting now, blue skin covered in sweat that left her dirtier than _before_her shower. She curled her tentacles and her toes, squeezing her hips around Malfius as she begged him. "Don't, please, master...let me cum...!"

It took all of Malfius' willpower to hold back, even though his engorged cock-tip was pressed up against her fertile womb, but he had mastered his passions through Sith training. Vette had not. Even as she begged him not to -

Bzzzzzzt!

"No, please...just...fuck me already!" she trembled, pressing her head backwards against his squeezing hand. She wrapped her arms around him, pinning him to her as she rocked her body up and down. "I don't care anymore - knock me up, master! Mercy!"

Perhaps she had expected him to relent, but he would give her no satisfaction. Again and again he brought her within an inch of release and _shocked_her into submission. Soon her pleas were replaced by guttural whimpers, the only sound she could make a gasping wheeze to fill her burning lungs.

Now, finally, Malfius had turned her into the animal she truly was. The worm-headed aliens like to consider themselves like everyone else, but they were no real match for Sith (and, he admitted begrudgingly, humans). They were just bitches in heat who'd foolishly learned to talk.

She didn't even have the energy to whimper when the shock was about to come again. Now was the time, and Malfius discarded the shock remote, grabbing both_her head-tails in an iron grip. Vette screamed, her entire body contracting around him as she shuddered and _came, squeezing up against him even as he plowed forward, giving her what she'd been begging for so eloquently before. If that preamble weren't enough to trigger both ovaries, nothing would, and he filled her quivering cunt with cum.

She was weeping with joy as she finally experience the release she needed, well aware and uncaring that her two, unprotected eggs were at his mercy. He painted her insides, already wondering if he should sell her to slavers or a whorehouse when she started to show, or whether to keep her around as an amusement. If she continued to prove her usefulness in combat, perhaps he wouldn't upgrade to a younger slave...

With a grunt, he tugged his sharp cock free, admiring her ruined cunt, gaping open and leaking his seed. He was half-dressed by the time the exhausted Twi'lek could moan, "Thank you, master..."

He could appreciate her sudden obedience, but he knew (and hoped) that as her animal brain faded, her cleverness would return with a deep pit of horror at what had just happened. It would take more than just this time to get her begging for him all the time. He'd only taken the first step in breaking Vette.

And he would definitely enjoy the marathon.