Chương 115: The Canon Chronicles II: Darth Salacious
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Months before the Jedi Shaak-Ti and Aayla Secura were gangbanged by their loyal troopers. A dark, ominous conversation took place deep in the darkness of the galaxy between master and servant. Little did they know that a dark and... essentially aroused power was looming behind them...
"My Lord we do not need this… mercenary…" spat the deep baritone Darth Tyranus aka Count Dooku. As his night sister apprentice, Asajj Ventress scowled in the corner of the room, fiddling with her twin lightsaber blades.
Count Dooku's master fizzled in and out on the holo-display, his face in the shadows of his dark hood as he seemed to stare through the Count. Credit where credit was due, Count Dooku did not falter.
"He has his uses…" hissed the gravelly voice of Darth Sidious. "As do you all…" he seemed to glare at Ventress who did not meet his gaze. "It matters not." He said brazenly, "It is already done. He will arrive within the hour… be… hospitable…" he chuckled darkly before becoming very brisk and commanding. "He will take care of the Jedi Secura and Shaak-Ti… and he comes highly recommended."
Dooku scowled, he did not know who WOULD recommend him. But he turned abruptly as Darth Sidious vanished, "Prepare for his arrival…" his voice rumbled around the bridge as the Super battle droids replied.
"Roger Roger."
"Yes Master…" Ventress bowed, but her lips twisted into a scowl.
A ship of odd make and model docked to the side of Count Dooku's command vessel. It was sleek and wide, but it had moved deceptively quick. Dooku waited by the airlock surrounded by dozens of SBDs and Ventress her hands already holding but not activating her lightsabers…
The doors hissed open…
"Dum dum dum du-du-dum du-du-dum…" came a low, mechanical sounding, but musically humming man he walked to the very edge of the airlock door. He wore all black, boots, pants, belt. The only thing that wasn't was a silvery right arm that was obviously cybernetic but looked like plate armor with a heavy shoulder pauldron and what seemed to be a gauntlet as a hand. His masked face, more like a helmet that curved into almost a crown looked around. "…Permission to come aboard?" he asked politely, left hand drifting towards the lightsaber at his waist…
"…Granted." Dooku replied with a twitch of his eye, annoyed at this man's very presence but strangly respectful of his manners.
The man was joined by half a dozen identical women. All raven-haired, pale-skinned, and grey-eyed. They could've been sisters, or clones, they were completely identical. They walked beside him like an honor guard, three on each side, armed with durasteel shields and blasters with bayonets. They halted to a stop, uncaring for the SBDs surrounding them.
"…I was told you had a job for me?" the masked man asked casually. "I don't take republic credits. Or confederate promises."
"I have been made aware of your… payment…" rumbled Dooku. "Disgusting as it may be…" he added under his breath. "I was not made aware however of your…" he eyed the women suspiciously, "…Servants?"
"Oh these are my girls…" the man replied, waving his metal hand lazily. "…Say hello girls…"
The shields suddenly went up, and the women surrounded the man and aimed their blasters out at the SBDs, opening fire. Half the battle droids were devastated before they managed to counterattack but even then, they couldn't break the 'girls' battle line. The blaster fire being absorbed completely by the shields.
The battle droids were down and the 'girls' didn't suffer a casualty, immediately going back to formation as the man dusted off his shoulder. Dooku fumed inwardly. "And I have a couple dozen more where these come from." He said confidently. Patting the cheek of the closest with his real hand. The woman smiled faintly. Then went back to a stoic expression. "Now. Enough bullshit. I got better things to do than fight some idiot's war…"
Dooku was unsure of what 'idiot' he was referring too, but being assuredly offended, looked towards his apprentice and nodded.
With a primal roar, Ventress was in the air and her twin red lightsabers hissed to life and came down on an unmoving opponent. The 'girls' backed away quickly as the man's metal limb went up and knocked the lightsaber's away as if swatting away a fly. Ventress was briefly taken aback as he spun and slammed his boot into her open stomach, sending her flying back.
Dooku was shocked. "…How did you accomplish this?" he asked, snarling as Ventress recovered, attempting to renew her attack only to be halted with a handwave.
The man clenched and relaxed his metal limb. "Phrik. Cortosis. Beskar…" he said, listing three different lightsaber resistant metals. "This arm costs more than the entirety of the trade federation…" his helmeted eyes centered on Dooku. "Now. If there aren't any more delays?"
Dooku's eye twitched again, and he held up a tiny holo display "Your payment is here…" he said, gesturing to a Republic command vessel.
"I know the plan." He said, turning abruptly and snapping his fingers as the 'girls' followed him. "Just make sure you're there."
The airlock closed behind him, leaving Dooku and Ventress alone with dozens of wrecked battledroids.
"Who does he think he is?!" hissed Ventress, turning to her master. "My Lord?" but Dooku, thoroughly annoyed, merely turned and marched back to the bridge.
"Have someone clean this up…" he replied, stomping hard on a battledroid head, crushing it, and moving on.
The battle had begun. Dooku and his ships warped in and began blasting the three republic vessels almost immediately. As the fighters took flight nobody noticed the odd, sleek vessel fly off towards the lead republic ship. It smashed into the open hanger crashing and blasting any fighter that attempted to stop it before opening fire on the crew with the turrets. Clearing the way for the ramp to open followed by a dozen identical armored women with shields moving out like a wall of durasteel and cutting down the trooper defenders.
The man casually walked out ignoring the screams and the blasters as he followed his girls through the ship. Making his way to the bridge. "Don't kill all of them." He noted as half a dozen other girls suddenly exited the ship, following behind him. "I might need a few."
"Screw you separatist!" a wounded trooper shouted, lifting his blaster pistol only to scream as it was severed from his arm.
"Not that one." He noted abruptly as one of his follow up women lifted her rifle and shot the suffering trooper between the eyes.
They were an unstoppable machine. Killing or capturing dozens of troopers and personnel until finally they got to the bridge. On said bridge were a dozen troopers, staff. And two, beautiful jedi. Aayla Secura, and Shaak-Ti. Their lightsabers hummed dangerously as they waited for their ends… and it didn't come.
The shield wall parted… and the man approached, followed by two troopers and a ship engineer held by three identical raven-haired women.
"Greetings." He said politely. Standing casually, unarmed, and patient as he looked between the jedi. His gaze lingered on Aayla's impressive blue cleavage. "I'm here to negotiate…" he said simply.
"Got to hell separatist bastard!" roared a trooper, and his enthusiasm was met with a cheer from the bridge. Except the Jedi…
"Now. Let's get this out of the way…" he said, raising his hands placatingly. "If you two, Lady Secura and Lady Shaak-Ti, surrender. NOW. Without terms. I promise that your crew will be taken captive to ransom off at a later date. Everyone I haven't killed yet on my way here. Will live."
"How can we believe anything you say!" Shaak-Ti said firmly.
He nodded as if thoughtful. "Okay. Let me try this again…" he snapped his fingers. And the sound of a blaster was heard as one of the troopers held hostage was killed.
"Bastard!" Roared the troopers as they immediately opened fire…
However… the man suddenly pulled a dark red lightsaber from his waist deflecting the blaster bolts as easily as breathing.
"Cease fire!" Aayla roared as she noticed immediately that they weren't returning fire. "Stop!" the bridge went silent as the battle outside slowly turned towards the republic. Even with such a huge distraction the separatists were still losing…
"Now. Surrender…" he repeated, his lightsaber glowing ominously. "Or shall I try asking again?" he said, as the remaining trooper hostage grit his teeth with pride. Ignoring the blaster barrel on the back of his head.
"…What guarantee do you give?" Shaak-Ti asked again, quieter. "That you'll only take our crew hostage?"
He nodded again, "Nothing really…" he said calmly, "…Well… know that my desires are entirely selfish. I don't give a damn about the republic or the separatists… the separatists just gave me a very lucrative offer and I am a man of my word." He wagged his finger, "So… you have my word that your crew will be taken prisoner, or I'll cut down Dooku myself."
Shaak-Ti bit her lips… "…Stand down." She said bitterly. At her words the remaining hostages were shoved forward, they crawled toward the Jedi as their lightsabers hissed off and they raised their hands.
"Drop your weapons. Hands on your heads." The man said, and he tossed a pair of shackles toward the Jedi. "Put those on ladies. Don't make me tell you twice…"
It was a victory for the separatists… hundreds of republic prisoners of war and it only cost them two ships… the man couldn't help but chuckle at himself. Dooku was however extremely livid as the man lead the two Jedi onto the ship. Surrounded by his women and striding confidently onto the bridge.
"And with that our bargain is complete." He said with a flourish. "I must admit I expected them to put up a fight… but I assume we both have what we want?"
"Yes…" Snarled Dooku from his throne, glaring at him. "Get off my ship."
"Nice working with you to Dookie…" he said and turned. Grabbing the ropes that held the shackles to the Jedi who followed him confused.
"What are you doing?" Aayla asked confused as he lead them off the bridge. Dooku watching annoyed from his chair.
"I told you. The Separatists gave me a lucrative offer. Two beautiful Jedi…" he said as the realization of what was happening hit them. Before they could struggle the identical women slammed the butts of their rifles at the back of their necks. Knocking them out cold…
They awoke much, much later… in softer conditions than when they were awake. Shaak-Ti's eyes opened to face Aayla's lying in bed next to her as she sat up. Looking at the rest of her… Aayla was in some sort of slave garb. A mesh body stocking that was barely held together with leather straps and very revealing, practically see-through… she was wearing the same, immediately she covered herself and looked around. She was in some sort of master bedroom. With a bed big enough to fit eight people easily with soft grey sheets and felt like velvet to the touch. On the walls of the massive room were dozens of creatures of a predatory nature. Things only a big game hunter would truly go after…
"Ah… You're awake…" came a young, slightly raspy voice. "I must admit I think my girls hit you two a little hard…"
"Where are we?!" Shaak-Ti shouted indignantly, "Why are we dressed like we came out of a Nar Shaadaa red light district?!"
"You're on my personal moon." Came the voice. "And I happen to like the way you look." He said, coming into the light. Shaak-Ti went still as she saw him. He was shirtless, but not pants less. His torso was covered in scars; burns, shots, slashes, connecting to a metallic limb at the shoulder… but he had a handsome face: shining green eyes, and bright red hair. But he was young, younger than her and Aayla that was for sure… he smiled at her. He was very handsome indeed. "Not what you expected?" he said, gesturing to himself as one of his identical women handed him a glass of what looked like wine. "I know. It's the arm…" he flicked the metal with his real hand making a high-pitched 'ding' "You expected someone more deteriorated… like I had all my limbs slashed off and left to boil on mustafar?
"That's oddly specific…" Shaak-Ti said, making particular note of his muscular, youthful frame.
"I'm very specific…" he said, drinking the wine and handing it back to the woman.
"So what do you want…" she asked already knowing the answer.
The man's eyebrow rose slightly, then abruptly he reached around and gripped the breasts of the woman.
"Oh yes. Yes, master. You feel so good…" she said mechanically, and stoically. He let go and she went silent.
"…Haven't quite figured out emotions yet, but my guy is working on it." He said, patting her behind as she turned and walked away.
"Oh baby. Oh Baby…" she said mechanically, walking out of the room as he sighed.
"I don't get out much." He said with a shrug. "Anyway, you're going to entertain me." He said bluntly, making her recoil as Aayla began to stir.
"You're sick. Whoever you are!" she said, blushing slightly as he stretched his muscular body. Bringing up odd feelings that an experienced Jedi such as herself shouldn't have.
"Oh right. Introductions. I'm Roland. But everyone calls me Darth Salacious… no idea why." Suddenly Aayla was up and together with Shaak-Ti they tried to force push Roland away… emphasis on try. He held firm, holding out his real hand and struggling to hold them back. "Now… LADIES…" he said firmly struggling valiantly, "I'm a very fair guy once you get to know-" he paused as he slide back on the floor. "-know me…" he said, snarling as he planted his feet and PUSHED.
The scantly clad Jedi flew into the headboard as he regained his balance. Suddenly the doors to the room opened, and before the Jedi could react, there was a pair of pops as two darts plunged into their skin… a blonde girl, otherwise identical to his other girls, lowered the rifle and glared at him. He frowned.
"I don't LIKE that…' he scowled, but she turned and left, he sighed. "Ah well…"
"W-what is this?" Aayla suddenly moaned, her body was heating up at a ridiculous rate as she stared at the half-naked man… suddenly a fully naked man with a large thick cock that made her mouth drool.
"I-Its and aphrodisiac…" Shaak-Ti moaned, her hand slowly lowering to her quickly dampening crotch as she shoved her fingers between her legs. "You sick monster…" she moaned, gasping as her hips thrust up towards her hands as they wildly shoved in and out of her red skinned pussy.
"No. Just lonely…" he mumbled, crawling into bed as Aayla whimpered, immediately wrapping around his waist and shoving her face onto his erection. She licked lovingly on his length as she wagged her rear like a dog in heat. His real hand gently caressed her lekku as she moaned, slurping up his length with her tongue.
"A-aayla you must resist!" Shaak-Ti whimpered, unable to stop herself from masturbating.
But Aayla was lost in her lust-filled haze, her mouth happily opening wide and engulfing his length into her mouth as he cooed softly. "…Nothing better than Twi'lek head…" he moaned softly, resting his hand on her lekku and guiding her on, letting her tongue work sloppily in her mouth as she slurped noisily, barely able to fit him in her mouth. "Come here Shaak-Ti." He said simply, watching the togruta thrust widely between her legs as she leaked on the bed. "Come."
Half-hypnotized, half-aware. She crawled towards him, Aayla glared at her, shoving her slightly with her shoulder as she continued to suck, desperate to keep his attention like a jealous pet. "Now now." He scolded, gently wrapping his cold metal hand around Shaak-Ti's lekku and pulling her soft lips to his still expose shaft. What Aayla couldn't gulp down, "It's okay she just wants to play too…" he stroked her lekku and she hummed affectionately. Shaak-Ti was briefly confused as to how submissive Aayla was being, but then again she had her lips wrapped around a young man's cock… who was she to judge right now?
He groaned in satisfaction as the two famous jedi women worked their majestic tongues around his length. More than content to let them work. Shaak-Ti's hands, slick with pussy juice, gently stroked his shaft and balls as Aayla desperately tried to inhale him down her throat. Deciding he wanted to get to the better parts of the evening… he pulled away.
"Ah!" Aayla whimpered longingly as his cock left her mouth, leaving a trail of saliva between her lips and his cock head, Shaak-Ti was suddenly between them, slurping up the oral connection and kissing Aayla, desperate for more as their tongues wrestled for dominance. They stood up straight, eagerly kissing one another as Roland stroked down their backs and between their ass cheeks. Pushing the mesh aside and slipping fingers into their quickly lubing holes…
He then shoved them forwards onto the bed, they quickly adjusted themselves getting on all fours as their delightful rears pointed toward him. Looking over their shoulders impatiently as she shook their hips, trying to entice him. It was working…
He wasted no time. Waddling on his knees behind Shaak-Ti as he spread her ass cheeks apart, prodding her pussy only for a moment before shoving himself deep into her. "It feels so good!" she moaned, her arms giving up as she dropped to the bed. He lifted her hips higher as he went deeper, thrusting to the root as he pounded away at her. holding her hips tightly as he pulled them back to meet him. His cock stretched her underused pussy wide as he licked his lips hungrily, watching her writhe and thrash beneath him until…
"OH FORCE!" she shrieked clawing lovingly at the sheets as she came, her pussy squirting arousal onto him as Aayla watched jealously on. "I-I've never felt so… so… Ah!!!" she suddenly squeaked in surprise as Roland started moving again, wasting no time to ramming her sensitive hole back to the edge. "He's going to ruin me!" her eyes rolled as she stared at an amazed Aayla. "Oh Force he's going to ruin me!"
Pressing firmly down on the back of her head, he thrust deep into her, roaring his release as he flooded her womb with his seed. He panted happily, his balls thoroughly drained as he gently rotated his hips. As if making sure he coated every inch of her insides. "…Wooo…" he cooed, ripping his cock from her body quickly as she trembled in orgasm. "And they say sith girls are wild…" he laughed, his attention slowly turning to an increasingly nervous, and excited Aayla. "…Where do you want it?" he asked, his fingers probing both of her holes gently. "Are you adventurous?" he asked, his thumb going deep into her ass as she jumped slightly, definitely unused to that.
She was quiet for a moment, then rolled over onto her back, lifting her legs and spreading her pussy like a dog exposing her belly. She thrust her hips gently, her very pussy twitching in eagerness. "…Please mess up my pussy…" she said shyly. And who was he to refuse?"
He claimed her like a republic colony. Planting his rod deep into her body as she squealed in delight. Her tightness was too amazing to pass up as he let himself adjust to her body, then collapsed onto her, feeling her breasts press against his chest as he claimed her lips… then slipped his hands under her ass. He lifted her from the bed, much to her shock, carrying her quickly to the head of the bed, pulling out, and slamming back in as her body bounced against the wall. In and out, in and out the patter was repetitive and relentless as Aayla's body responded adoringly to his cock. He licked at her lekku as she screamed her pleasure, letting him bury his cock balls deep into her practically virgin pussy as he claimed it as his.
"Fucking! Cum! In you!!" he roared possessively, as she squeezed around his length, sucking the very cum from his balls as he flooded her pussy just like Shaak-Ti. He bit deep into her neck, marking her with his teeth as she trembled. He dropped her onto the bed. She bounced slightly as she breathed heavily… she felt so good, her body reacting almost manically. Suddenly her vision darkened slightly as Shaak-Ti's cum soaked pussy dropped on her face, and absently her tongue left her mouth and began to lick soon tasting the salty familiarity of Roland's cock as it was shoved right where it belongs, between a beautiful woman's legs.
"Oh Yes! Yes please more!" Shaak-Ti praised, her head shaking wildly as her arousal built, then it dropped and her tongue was buried into Aayla's pussy. Aayla shrieked happily as she felt her friend's tongue scrape her insides of cream. Roland's fingers buried into Shaak-Ti's ass, and inevitably he roared his release once more. The thick human cream leaked from Shaak-Ti onto Aayla's face. She licked her lips lovingly, getting quickly used to the taste… and liking it.
Roland collapsed onto the bed with a sigh, Shaak-Ti and Aayla's bodies still twisted into a pleasurable knot as they ate each other out. Roland, watching the show, began to stroke himself. Gently petting Shaak-Ti's lekku as she moaned lovingly. Sure, the drug will wear off soon. But by then they'd be too tired to do anything, and he could ship them back to the republic. He had his fun… he frowned, and taking Shaak-Ti's head, pulled it to his cock as she obediently began to suck, Aayla's hips twitching in sudden loneliness.
Shaak-Ti moaned around his length as he guided her head up and down, grunting his obvious release. When suddenly the door was sliced open and a head was tossed into the room, twitching and sparking as one of his raven-haired HRD's bounced on the floor. He scowled as Asajj Ventress strutted into the room, holding her lightsabers and kicking a headless mechanical corpse ahead of her.
"I have come for- what the hell are you doing?" she spat disgustedly as Shaak-Ti eagerly sucked, apparently knowing her treat would soon be denied her.
Roland held up a finger and forced Shaak-Ti's mouth down as far as it would go and released. Filling it with salty seed as it spilled around his shaft. He pulled out as she lifted her head and gulped his load before licking her lips and returning to Aayla's lonely pussy.
"…Well now." He scowled, getting off the bed and pulling his saber with the force to his real hand as it erupted into crimson red life. "…it seems you broke one of my toys… I guess that means I need a NEW ONE…" he said coldly, his eyes hazing over with red mist.
Asajj scowled… and charged.
End of Interval
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