Adventures in the Underworld

It all started in a little bar in the capital city of the planet Obulette in the Tapani sector. I was there to made a contact, like myself a purveyor of rare items. His trade was in weapons, robots, gadgets and other technological sundries. Some of the things he traded were in the white market. The white market was what, we in the know called legitimate markets. Go into a shop, buy something, this was an example of a white market transaction. The graymarket had two visions, perhaps three. Counterfeit consumer goods, prescription medications sold without prescription, that sort of thing was one division. Another was a goods bought illegally, stolen goods and items that got a little vague in the description of how they wound up in the sellers hands. Utrecht was also a player in the black, and invisible markets. The only point on which we differed in our commercial practices was that he engaged in activity on the white and gray markets. The black market was for goods and services which were illegal. The invisible market was just that, invisible. The invisible market was for extremely illegal goods and services. I dealt in slaves, mostly what one might classify as entertainment slaves. Not just sex slaves but also other forms of entertainment. Gladiatorial slaves, swoopbike racing slaves and other sources of entertainment. There is a lot of money to be made, provided one check their morals at the door. I did that, partly because I really needed a lot of money for my endeavors, partly because the challenge always drew me.

Utrecht was bringing me the location for a dead drop. I was bringing him the location for another dead drop, the one where I had placed a data card to enrich him in ways that would not be traced to him, a certain algorithm that would transfer funds from one of my shell accounts to one of his. His end of the bargain was for some components for one of my droids, a couple of lightfoils and, from one of his contacts, a custom set of algorithms and programs for the droid. A lightfoil was originally a Sith invention. It was on par with the Jedi's lightsaber in terms of quality and workmanship. However, here in the Tapani sector it was common for noblemen to wield them, or at least imitations of true lightfoils. The ones he was bringing me were real, made before The Cleansing of The Nine Houses. That had happened a while ago, and genuine lightfoil's were hard to come by, most having been destroyed by the Jedi. While a non-Force sensitive could use a lightfoil, and even a lightsaber, they couldn't get all the benefits a Force user could. One of the deepest secrets I held was the fact that I was able to use the Force. I don't say that I'm a Jedi, nor a Sith, but there are more than just two factions that can use the Force.

Later on in the evening I had another engagement. I was meeting with a contact I had in House Mecetti. House Mecetti was the ultimate target of my endeavors. House Mecetti is one of the more urban and warlike noble houses of the Tapani sector. The House was a coalition of noble families and serves simply one noble family.

I belong to House Konham, one of the two Rogue Houses supposedly destroyed during The Unification War. To the best of my knowledge the other house was destroyed totally. House Konham was almost totally destroyed. Of the Old House only 1000 survived. I am descended from a middle-class family that escaped The Destruction. I was ranked as a knight banneret in the House, and head of the HSF, House Security Force. In practice that meant I was a spymaster, a spycatcher, head of law enforcement, head of the military forces the House could muster and an instrument of the House' s sworn vengeance. This is why I needed a large and steady stream of credits. Conducting a war is never a cheap endeavor.

Shortly after Utrecht and I exchanged the locations of dead drops I noticed is somewhat out of place middle-aged woman. This bar was mainly patronized middle-class clientele. She was at least a step and a half, or more, above the other patrons in the bar.

Apparently she was looking for me, because she sat down next to me. I knew that she was in the upper ranks of the lower middle tier of House Mecetti's nobility. Our conversation was brief. She had heard from a friend of a friend that I was involved in the black market, and she wanted to contract me to kidnap and enslave her stepdaughter. Since she had no clue as to my true activities, I played the part of the black hearted scoundrel who could be persuaded to step outside his usual field of endeavor for a high enough price. She made it clear she wanted the young woman would suffer. Also she made it clear that I mean needed to make sure that it was never traced back to her. Unfortunately for her, the chronometer I wore on my wrist was actually a camouflaged, and very good, holo-recorder. Like I said I'm a spymaster. If it were possible to use the holo-recording of that evening to further the cause of resurrecting House Konham I would do that, however I cannot conceive that this time of the way I could do that. Then the Lady gave me details as to her stepdaughter's itinerary for the next few weeks, suggested methods for accomplishing the task at hand, and she named the price. We haggled and eventually settled on a figure of 18,000 credits. She wasn't pleased to have to pay so much but it was obvious to me she wanted this done, and done so that it cannot be traced back to her.

As the Lady walked away I started making my plans. I took the datacard should given me and had a look at it. The young woman was beautiful, the holo-image of her showed her in an elegant gown. Looking over her itinerary, I noted that she would be traveling to a remote area with few bodyguards. The data indicated that would be a total of four with her.

On the way back to The Oasis, my scout ship, I made a detour to the location of the dead drop. Once I had returned to the ship I had a meeting with my crew, my four alpha slaves. We planned the escape route for once the abduction had been accomplished. Once we had our plan firm I went to work on S1-TD0. On the outside TD0 appeared to be a standard humanoid protocol droid. It might have seemed odd to any who might've seen him that he was black in color. This was because he had a sinister purpose. The designation stood for Slave Indoctrination and Training Droid mk0. As of that moment the only programming he had was the absolute bare minimum that would allow me to download into him the algorithms and programs I had picked up that night.

I decided that I would make the abduction the night before the girl was to head home. I also decided that I would send a little bit of a message to the Lady with this abduction. I had a few useful contacts among the small circle of assassins. These days most bounty hunters were assassins by every measure possible save only in name. However there were few who dispensed with such technicalities. They referred to themselves as assassins pure and simple. A couple of them owed me favors, for the standard fee they'd help me disappear the young lady and her bodyguards. With this abduction there would be no evidence whatsoever, the two assassins I had in mind had skill in such matters, they both had cleanup crews.

I had two standard weeks to prepare for the abduction and I use the time wisely. For my normal business I had a rather special rifle. While it look like a standard sport blaster rifle, it was in fact a very special projectile weapon. The projectiles it fired were custom-made by one of the best apothecaries, at least that's what she claimed to be, in the galaxy. In truth she was a brewer of poisons, drugs and other concoctions that ran the gamut from being questionably legal to wholly and highly illegal. She also made the delivery systems. For this projectiles she brewed a potion especially to my specifications. She called it The Last Good Nights Sleep, she's a bit quirky that one. She knew what I was, more to the point she knew what I did, and know that this was a tool for my trade. The concoction would safely put the young woman under in a deep sleep that would end a sufficient time had lapsed for me to be in the hyperspace after I made an abduction.

The abduction went exactly the plan, having the two assassins helping me was a great asset. It wasn't until I was looking through the scope of my rifle that I realized just how poorly the holo-recording captured the beauty of the young woman. Once all the bodyguards were taken out I personally shot the young lady with the special rifle. The projectile was special in that it would cut a hole just large enough for the dart pass through almost any window. Once the window was breached the needle would deploy and when it struck the target it would inject them with The Last Good Nights Sleep.

I got the woman on board The Oasis. I gave both the assassins data cards like the one I had given Utrecht. We parted ways amicably is always, and our three ships set off to different sectors of the galaxy. Once we had made the jump to hyperspace I went back to see if my newest acquisition had woken up yet. I was really looking forward to breaking a member of House Mecetti. It was at that point that I began considering the possibility of keeping her as one of my slaves. The more I thought about it the more enticing it was.

While most of House Konham, and the rest of the Tapani Sector, frowned on slavery that had never bothered me. With the House scattered throughout the galaxy and holding no set territory, morals had taken a backseat to reunifying the House and reclaiming our territory. That and the fact that I was most effective Head of House Security Forces in generations helped ensure that the rest of the House left me well enough alone.

I decided, on the way to my slaves "quarters" that I would keep her. Therefore I activated the second of the two holo- vid recordings I had made. I knew it would rock her back considerably. House Mecetti had been instrumental in the near destruction of our House. The message was going to be played as soon as she was fully conscious, I had a mic in the cell so that when she started speaking the ship's computer would activate the concealed holo-projector to play the message. The message was simple. She would see me standing and speaking these words. "Naturally you were wondering where you are, and how it is that you find yourself naked in the cell. Given your House's machinations you're probably guessing that this is some political move within your House. This is both true and on true. It was your lovely stepmother that sold you into slavery. However there is one very important fact I did not disclose to her. That fact is simple, I Am the Head of the House Security Forces for House Konham. If I were ever going to let you go the following advice might prove useful to your House; when setting out to destroy something it is best to ensure the complete destruction of the target. Failing to do so usually proves lethal. We will discuss politics at a much, much later date. Welcome to your new life slave."

I had known that the possibility existed that I would be married off to form a new alliance ,The House of Mecette even though still a power to be reckoned with was in fact growing weaker . Prince Durwood ,my father had been joined with Helena ,he had hoped to strengthen Mecette with the addition of the forces at her family's command . Unfortunately it hadn't quite worked out that way ,it seems Helena's family had pulled a fast one ,they wanted to rid themselves of the narcissistic egomaniac that became my step mother .
Prince Durthwood was no match for the quiniving bitch ,he fell head over heels in love with her or at least with her love making . We despised each other ,I managed to stay out of her way for the most part , I had no idea the plans she managed to talk father into
With the bitch in the back ground ,the Prince informed me that I was to be sent to The House of Canadatta ,a some what powerful house in their own right .There I was to be joined to Jason one of Prince's sons .
It stank of Helena's hand ,with no assurance of any alliance father had been talked into sending me ,
I wept, pleaded did everything I could to prevent my being sent ,he stood firm ,even to the point of taking Helena's advice on how many bodyguards to accompany me .
It was all over Helena's nephew who had tried to seduce me ,my not letting him had infuriated his aunt ,she being a sadistic bitch had no doubt wanted to see me humiliated at the lose of my virginity .
We set out the very next day ,me wearing the ridiculous gown that had become fastional again ,the way women dressed a few millennials ago ,showing mass amounts of cleavage all in all very uncomfortable .
Father had been warned to send a heavily armed force but poo pooed it off ,She'll be fine ,we'll follow in a couple of days for the ceremony .
The falling of tow of the body guards ,then a third ,the sudden sting in my arm ,waking up in a dungeon like cell ,suddenly aware I was completely naked ,no one other than the doctor at the infirmary since about teh age of eight had ever seen me with out clothes ,I reached for sheet that lay beside the cot ,pulling it over me ,a low chuckle sounded from somewhere .

Even before I peeked through the peephole in the cell door I knew that my newest slave, her name was Jessita, had aawoken. I knew from expanding my connection to the Force and using it to sense her state of mind. I could feel that she was awake and embarrassed at being naked.

How does one describe sensations gained through the Force? It was like trying to describe the feeling of finest silk to a protocol droid, or any droid or being, without tactile sense. Though one might be able to convey words that have meaning, a lot would be lost in translation. Describing the Force, and especially the insights one gains with it, is like that. Even when both people are using Galactic Basic Standard a lot was lost in translation. Without giving Jessita any indication I was there, aside from a low chuckle, I walked away. Before walking away however, I focused on her mind and projected a sense of tension. This was a lot more effective than one would think. Sure the Jedi could bend people's mind in all kinds of useful ways, but it was always transitory. My purpose here was to put her on edge, or further on the edge than she already was. By being more subtle in the way that I used the Force I could produce more lasting effects.

That done I walked back to my quarters. On the way I passed one of my alpha slaves, Nadia. Nadia, like me was Corellian. She was rather short, fiery red hair and green eyes. She'd been with me for several years by that point and had served me well. She had been born a slave, and had been unlucky enough to of been owned by a rather unsavory character. No doubt due to that, and to his practices, she was the most enthusiastic when disciplining a new acquisition. She always played bad cop to my good cop, she was just a little too sadistic to be able to bring all of playing good cop. I let her know my plans for the first stage of the initial training I would give our newest acquisition. Then I told her to wait a half a standard hour from now than she was to, introduce, herself to the young woman. I laid down firm rules. She could do what she liked with the girl up to certain points. No penetrating the young woman vaginally, no permanent injuries or marks, no drawing of blood and if she chose to put the girl in a particularly stressful position it would not be for more than a standard hour.

Once I got back to my quarters I quickly commed Petra on the bridge. Currently, Petra had the bridge watch. I insisted on military discipline onboard my ships, even the personal ones. This is why there was always at least one person on the bridge at any given time. Petra confirmed our arrival time at the first waypoint for the journey back to my base. While my choice of bases was at times inconvenient, the rest of the House agreed that splitting the military and intelligence forces between Wild Space and the Unknown Regions greatly enhanced our security. Simply put, only someone very desperate or unbelievably insane went to either place.

About one quarter the House was living openly in the galaxy, they funneled everything we needed to the rest of the House. Of the three quarters of the house in hiding, the main portion was in Wild Space. This was where most of the civilians lived. The portion hiding in the Unknown Regions was mainly the military and intelligence forces. We were headed for the Unknown Regions, our first stop was to dock with the Katarn. The Katarn was my mobile headquarters, and slave trading center. She was a Corellian Veloc-II Bulk-Freighter extensively modified to my specifications. The skeleton crew on board her now consisted solely of sophisticated guard droids.

Having tended to the minutiae, at least for the moment, I dressed in my full formal uniform. Though I had hardly ever worn it, it fit perfectly. The main cloth was sort of blackish red. One of the first things I had done on taking command of the House Security Force was to institute a number of changes. The first was to institute a new uniform and insignia. On the outside seam of the trouser legs was something reminiscent of the Corellian Bloodstripe. On our uniforms it was known as the Memorialstripe. It was in memorial of the near-total destruction of House Konham. The stripe itself was made of emerald and black material. The colors were interwoven in the computer generated random pattern to symbolize The Destruction of the House. As this was my formal, but not my full dress uniform, I wore the ribbon bars for the medals and decorations I had earned in my career with the HSF. On my collar were the diamond of four stars, in silver, the insignia of director of the HSF. On the right shoulder was a black and gray representation of the Old House crest. On the left shoulder was the same black and gray representation, saved that it was split in half vertically. These halves were separated and rotated ninety degrees out word so that they formed two semicircles flat side up. Perched acrossed the tops was a representation of the dark green and dark gray Katarn.

To the military belt overtop my uniform I added the holster that held one of my whips and a pouch containing a binder set, a slave collar, a sonic silencer gag, a length of light but very strong chain and two small biometric locks. I set my peaked on my head at the proper angle, the one demanded by regulations, and walked back to the cell holding my newest acquisition. Placing my hand on the control panel for a palm print allowed me to access the controls. I flicked a switch which opened a large horizontal rectangular opening in the door at about waist height. I flicked another switch to open another rectangular opening at eye height, this one smaller. When I spoke, it was with my command voice. That is with the voice I used when issuing commands to my HSF troops.

"Stand slave." I barked at her.

She looked at me with bewilderment in her eyes. I quickly flicked an eye to the side of the frame of the doorway. A steady blue light indicated that the holo- vid had been played for her. Normally with my slaves I'm a little bit lenient during the first interaction. However this one was different. This is not just any slave, she would be my personal slave. Then there was the added fact that she was of House Mecetti. I didn't want to just enslave Jessita, she would also have information that might be valuable to me as head of the HSF. Some of that would be time sensitive. I quickly used the Force to read her mental state. What I got on the surface was mostly bewilderment. Under that was anger, I guess from the fact that she had been kidnapped, and a kind of hot but slow burning rage, no doubt directed towards Helena, I also detected fear, and despair. I projected onto her a sort of calm, not reassurance but is sort of interest in finding out more about her situation.

From beside the door to the cell I drew from its bracket shock-rod. The thing was brutal and simple, designed for administering electroshock with the aim of inflicting pain. I flipped another switch and the cell door opened. Striding into the cell I flicked the shock-rod to on and a blue electric current arced between the six points. The crackling of the current seemed loud in the small cell.

"I know you saw my holo- vid so you know you are my property slave." I growled in a low, menacing tone. "There are three very important rules you need to learn right now. Disobedience or defiance will be punished, as will mistakes in compliance. That is rule one. Rule two, at all times will address me as Master in my slaves, who will outrank you, as Mistress. Rule number three is that hesitation counts as disobedience. Do you understand slave?"

"You know who you think you are…" She began, but the rest of whatever she was going to say was cut off in a soft scream. The shock rod was not designed to cause permanent damage, nor excruciatingly severe pain, however it was painful. The pain would be intensified I knew, shock did that, by the sheer fact that I had actually shocked her. House Mecetti was arrogant and warlike, but aside from the duels of the Sabre rakes, direct physical attack was seen as gauche and uncivilized.

After her scream she started to glare at me, then she started to take in my uniform. When she saw the Old House Crest on my left shoulder, and the modified version on the right, I thought she'd faint.

In the other Houses of the Tapani Sector I knew that the names of two Houses were never mentioned, the House that was destroyed and House Konham, instead they were referenced as the Rogue Houses. On Tapani day, the celebration of the Unification of the Sector, on every world of the Tapani Empire part of the festivities included burning replicas of the banners of the Rogue Houses. This was the only time at which the insignia of those two Houses is ever displayed. Jessita was intelligent enough to realize the full symbolism behind the dark colors of their depiction on my uniform. We hid in the shadows until ready to strike. I also knew that should be intelligent enough to know what a Katarn was.

Having designed the insignia myself, I knew exactly what one was. I also knew what it represented. On the world of Kashyyyk they were one of the most fearsome predators, to the point where even Wookies kept their distance from them. Part of their fearsome reputation was their intelligence, and patience. They had been known to stalk prey for days at a time, waiting for the right time to strike.

Returning my thoughts to my captive, I sensed that she was in a very different frame of mind. Her father was one of the most powerful scions of his House. Therefore due to the internal politics and machinations she would naturally feel both protected from and a target of plots. It is a curious sort of dichotomy. Within their House it was standard practice to test one's meal before they ate it. Poisoning was a time-honored tradition in that House. She was suddenly finding herself in a new kind of game. Played by a wholly different rules, with wholly different equipment.

"But, I mean I thought, we were always told," she was stammering, a good sign.

"Very nearly slave. Only 1000 survived, and to the best of my knowledge the other was totally destroyed. Seeing as how having a House Defense Force for a house without territory is pointless, I am head of the House Security Force. That is my rank. However to you I will always be Master. When the time comes I will have to have a nice little chat with Helena. She gave me such a nice little bonus without intending to." The last sentence I delivered a nice softly mocking tone. Touching a control on the chronometer I was wearing, the same one I had wore the night I met with Helena I played the holo-vid I recorded for Jessita.

When the recording was finished I regarded Jessita. I used not just my eyes but also my Force senses. Rage was back in spades, but then that was the point of the exercise. Right now I was just trying to get her as off-balance as possible, to get her as confused as possible. Doing so would allow me, and my other slaves, to more easily break her down. That was the first part of her training. That was standard practice with any slaver, however in this case part of the braking her would involve a thorough and very detailed interrogation. I would squeeze every last fact about the entire House Mecetti she knew out of Jessita.

"However you need not worry about seeking your vengeance. In a way that will be handled by me. So that you know your entire House will be humbled. Since your House was the one that had the most direct role in destroying the Old House they will have to pay a price, both in terms of credits and territory. But that is a concern for after you are fully my slave. After your training is complete. Now stand slave." That last I can growled, low and menacing. The way it came out sounded a lot like a Corellian Sand Panther's purr. She slowly stood, careful to keep the sheet wrapped around her.

"The next rule you need to learn slave is that you are not allowed to cover yourself in any manner, ever. Unless you are given clothing by me or one of my slaves you will remain naked and exposed at all times. Now, turn around and place your hands behind your back.”

As she turned around and placed her hands behind her back the sheet dropped to the deck. I snapped the wristbinders around her wrists. There were two metallic bands welded at ninety degrees to each other. They feature the locking mechanism opened by a thumbprint scanner. They would only open with a recognized thumbprint. I fixed them around her wrists so that her wrists were crossed palm to palm behind her back. While she was faced away from me, I slipped the sonic silencer guide into her mouth. At first she didn't want to open her mouth for me, but a sharp slap to the ass made her squawk. While her mouth was open I slipped the gag in place.

I have designed this gag myself. It contained a pair of small speakers within it in a watertight compartment. Through clever use of the speakers, and a microphone in the back side, they were able to nullify any sound she might make. The clever part was that it only nullified verbal sound she made, and no others. With her still facing away from me I placed a collar around her neck. It was made from the finest leather, with precious metal details and a floral pattern. It to lock with a thumbprint lock. It had a ring at the front, and another one at the back. I opened one of the small padlocks and left it hanging from the rear ring. I pulled the chain out of the pouch and locked one end to the ring at the back of her collar. I spoke a simple phrase of old Corellian and a ring, hidden behind a sliding panel, emerged from the wall. Using the chain as leash I lead her over to the wall and locked the free end of the chain to the ring with the other padlock.

I walked in front of her and freed my whip from the holster. Still holding it coiled in one hand, I used the coils to lift her chin.

"Now slave, for your defiance when I first entered this cell, you have earned ten strikes on each breast. For your defiance and refusing the gag, a further three on each. You are to hold position throughout, each time you move out of the position you are now in, you get one strike on the thigh."

While many slavers will use the latest high-tech implements when disciplining and or training their slaves, they would just slap a slave collar on the slave's neck and of the press of a button administer painful electric shocks. I was different however, sure my methods took a little bit longer and were more theatrical. However my slaves always commanded the highest prices, usually one quarter to two thirds more than other trainers could expect.

One of the reasons I have the reputation I have on the black and invisible markets is the quality of my provided wares. Part of this is due to the fact that I'm a traditionalist, of a sort. When I discipline or train a slave it is more involved. I knew of one guy, a Twi'lek, who had trained several racing slaves. The slaves did okay, they won often enough to keep their owners happy most of the time. However he had killed more slaves had he had been able to train fully. In the several years since I had become a slaver I had never killed a slave, either intentionally or otherwise. I hope that I never would have to kill one intentionally, and I knew I was too careful to ever kill one unintentionally.

I was also careful about who I sold to, at least when I was selling the living creature. I only sold to those who would be merciful in their ownership. It was a source of pride to me that of all the serious slavers in the galaxy, I had the distinction of being the one with the highest ratio, so to speak, of of slaves I had trained that eventually gain their freedom.

While all that had been going through my mind I had been running the whip, still coiled, across Jessita's exposed flesh. I did so in a manner that was almost sensuous, letting her feel the smooth fine quality of the leather. I paced back halfway to the door and with a flick of the wrist released the whip from its coil. I stretched my shoulders in my arms to limber them up a little bit and then I began. I was feeling a little bit merciful, so to speak, so I told her that we would go through some warm-up before I moved to her breasts. I struck about fifteen times on each leg gradually increasing the strength of the hit as I worked up her thighs, from just above the knee to her hip. The last strike on each hip drew a red line across her skin. She flinched a little in the beginning, but by the last strikes on her hips she seemed steady.

I gave her a few moments to rest, then I moved on to her breasts. The first strike on her left breast caused her to flinch, so I snapped the whip on the inside of her right thigh. She had flinch to the left, so to reinforce the don't flinch order, I had caused her to move in the other direction. I was satisfied to see that the linear welt on her left breast was in the direction and length I had desired. I next struck her on the right breast, and then again on the inside of the left thigh. At the end of her discipline, and five additional by strikes, Jessita had a large six pointed star on each breast. This star was divided vertically centered on the nipple. Inside the hexagon created by the lines of the large star there was another smaller one. They hexagon inside of this star just about perfectly surrounded her aerola, again centered on the vertical division line. It was whimsical, but it also demonstrated the skill I had acquired. Her breasts were large enough, though still perky, that she couldn't see the underside of the stars but that didn't count. She would certainly feel them. She was silently weeping, this was her first experience with corporal punishment I guessed. Also it must be humiliating which was part of the point. I coiled the whip and replaced it in the holster.

I came towards her and reached behind her to unlock the chain from the wall. I spoke another phrase of the old Corellian and the ring retreated back into the wall and the panel closed. I locked the lock on the and link of the chain letter dangled behind her. I put my arm around her shoulders and gently stroked her hair, speaking soft reassuring words.

"Sshhh, it's okay your brave girl. You're a good girl, a good girl for taking your discipline. Now it's over and done with. Don't have to worry about it anymore. I know it's a lot to take in, that the quicker you adapt to your new situation the better off you'll be. In the end you might even find yourself surprised, you could be happy being my slave." While I had been speaking these soothing words I had used the Force to gently calm her feelings a little bit. The calm I projected onto her was just enough for her notice of tiny shift in her emotions. Enough to get her thinking about that calm. Of course I would never tell her I was a Force user until she was fully trained. Her knowledge of that fact would undo the subtle manipulation I would be using. I could use the force well enough that I could probably mind trick her into doing anything I wanted, say give me a blow job right here and now, but it would be more effective to minorly manipulate her emotions just at the edge of her notice. While it might be satisfying to just take her and use her as I saw fit, I had to be careful in how I broke her in. After all I wanted to own her for the rest of our lives.

Jessita's weeping slowed, and once I was sure it would and pretty soon I left the cell, using spoken old Corellian to open the cell door. I walked out and locked the door behind me. I passed Nadia on the way back to my quarters. She was on her way to "introduce" herself to Jessita.

I knew I was being watched .The schooling though years ago had stayed with me , the supreme sense had not left me completely . Unlike male members of the royal family ,females were only given a very minor introduction .The boys on the other hand received training not unlike the Jedi's .Still it was enough .
I needed to use a disposal unit ,I had to pee and move my bowels ,nothing in the cell except the cot and one sheet .
Please I begged to an unknown person ,creature or what ever or whomever my capturer was ,I need to rid myself of waste .
Again the low chuckle ,drop the sheet Jessita ,when you learn to obey you will find I am not unreasonable .
I had wondered why I had been stripped naked but given a sheet ,now it became clear ,I was being humiliated ,by disrobing completely ,who ever it was watching wanted to bend to its will .I was resolute ,in no way was
I going to use a disposal unit while being viewed .That is until I could no longer hold it .
I stood ,with trembling hands ,a sob escaping my throat ,please I pleaded once more .
Drop the sheet Jessita ,the voice cold .
I had noticed earlier a camera lens ,now as I looked around I could see a multitude of them ,the whole room was in fact a huge camera ,absolutely no where to escape to
Sobbing ,I let the sheet go ,covering my breasts and crotch with my arm and hand .
Lock your arms behind your head .Please I cried out ,but was cut off ,obey Jessita .
One more I did as ordered ,standing naked ,my hands clasped behind my head .
The small door was opened at the bottom of the bigger door ,a container of sorts was slide in , the sort I had only seen in pictures ,no need for them anymore ,this was different though ,complexly clear as if made from glass ,on one side a roll of paper ,of the kind used a few millennium ago ,even in my state I had to wonder how people so long ago had managed to cleanse them selves with paper .With modern appliances there was no need .
To add to my horror the voice commanded ,use the pail to defecate and urinate into .
My blood ran cold ,I had no way out ,the most basic of needs human nature would be observed .
I held as long as I could then sat on the pail ,crying the whole time ,did my business ,taking the paper ,using it to wipe myself
I grabbed the sheet covering my self again ,lying on the cot sobbing hearing the chuckle .
The door opened ,saved I thought having no idea from what .
An attractive woman entered accompanied by a droid ,get rid of it she ordered ,close the door behind you .
It was then I noticed ,yes she looked like a woman but from having been shown images of the dangerous breed of what where called " trannys" . I recoiled .The trannys had been integrated into society ,still slaves but with special talents ,they appeared to look like women but retained male penis and testicles ,In their genes had been bred a savage desire to sadistically use by any means they felt appropriate bend others to their masters will .They was used as in very old films to do wet work .
Well well she began so the high and mighty princess isn't so high and mighty any longer she laughed. Shit and piss in a bucket in front of the whole planet ,I imagine your family will ove to see it on the interplanetary system when it shown .
With that she jerked away the sheet ,licking her lips ,yes you are a beauty her hand ran down my breasts ,pinching the nipples ,its to bad I cant avail my self ,she then stopped ,oh well and unfurled a whip

She identified herself as Nadia , ,I'v been instructed to help you understand what your owner wants from you ,She had an evil grin on her face ,by whatever means necessary .
I was horror stricken , a video being shown throughout the galaxy ,I would find out later it was all part of my step mothers scheme to show my father that I was nothing but a slut ,that I had volunteered
She pinched my nipples harder ,drawing a squeal of pain from me .One hand went to my pubic hair ,she was bit puzzled by it as woman where now with out .However it had become fashionable in recent years to grow it back ,expertly trimmed by a droid . I shutterd as her fingers played with vagina ,on trying to insert a finger .
Nadia ,the voice sounded like a warning ,she shrieked ,fell back clawing at her loincloth ,exposing her to be the half man half woman that I expected ,I shrank back ,as she tried to remove several rings attached to her penis .
I had seen images of men's penis's ,in fact i had seen one of my brothers ,it was then that I was moved to a cloistered school but in o way was I prepared for this woman's penis ,it was humongous .ti hung down to her knee .Her scrotum hung as well ,not unlike a bull I seen images off .At the moment I understood that she had crossed a line ,she had tried to penetrate me wit her finger ,she was now paying the price for what was disobedience on her part ,
Slowly gaining her senses ,looking at a lens ,offering her apologies to the unseen who was obviously in control . She produced a penis shaped object from her shoulder bag ,roughly 20 cm or 8 inches in old world measurement attached to what appeard to be replica tetsicles ,Your going to learn how to give oral pleasure .I was stunned ,give oral ,what was she talking about .
Before anything else happened .a object was held to my arm ,a jolt sent me to my knees Nadia quickly fastend a collar around my neck , sealing it closed .
If you do not obey ,the jolt like you just received only believe me a hundred times worse will be applied .Now get back on your knees .
The rubber penis was positioned to my lips , the mere thought of taking it in my mouth was so disgusting I couldn't do it .People just didn't do such vile things ,perhaps centuries earlier but certainly
not in this day and age . Sex of any kind was although not technically against the councils orders was certainly frowned upon .Even intercourse ,no longer needed to procreate was from everything I been taught
a disgusting act only performed by the lower classes ,now this man/woman wanted to pretend i was giving oral sex ,A harder jolt changed my mind ,I did as she commanded ,letting the horrible thing
into my mouth .
Now suck it ,she instructed me in the finer points as she put it of sucking a cock