Title: Jaxxon's Twi'leks 26 Never Saw It
author : helgaleena helgaleenas@...
Series: post-TPM
Rating: NC-17
Category: slash
Warning: interspecies, prostitution, violence, rape
Disclaimer: Lucas is god of Star wars and owns everything; I am
nothing
Summary: the continuing story of Jaxxon and Quinlan Vos.
It was not a good idea to go back to Ryloth.
More on Jaxxon at web-strip Jaxxon's 11 at theforce.net
http://www.jaxxons11.com
previous episodes: http://www.livejournal.com/users/hlglne/5044.html
"If Ro Fenn does not give you as much credit as you are worth, I
will beat him up," joked Aayla, as she lay in Lana's arms. "I will
come with you, and see to it."
"If he has gundarks, you can speak to them instead, and get them to
do it for you.," Lana teased back. So of course Aayla tickled
her. The exchange dissolved into pure pursuit of pleasure.
All Lana knew was what Aayla and Quin had told her, that they had
used to work in a circus. They had indeed 'spoken' with gundarks.
That they were trying to halt the illegal trade in the dangerous
beasts at the time, Aayla had not vouchsafed. Lana did not know
that they were Jedi on a mission, right now.
She believed it was her mistress Lenara's idea to return to Ryloth,
and present themselves as performers at the stronghold of clan
Fenn. Whatever the smuggling team of Jaxxon and Kiffar had been
pursuing on the desolate moon of Kiffex, with its disappointing
audiences, had not worked out. Kim Kiffar's apprentice Aayla, her
dear friend now, couldn't tell her more, as she didn't know
herself. Certainly there was more spacer traffic there than a
haunted relic of Sith occupation should warrant. But seventeen-year
olds of any species were not usually concerned with such niceties as
trade patterns. They wanted applause, for their dancing, in public
or in private.
And Aayla certainly appreciated her....
..........................
"Don't you want to see the spaceport at all, Meena?" Rena was
sitting on her lap again; it was a habit they'd gotten into, while
watching holos together. Meena always seemed to have her face in a
holo, lately. And Rena enjoyed being petted by those slim golden
hands, especially having her lekku twined around those fingers.
Though she didn't really want to admit how much she liked it, even
to herself. Because Meena was doing it without thinking.
"Kala'uun spaceport will be like all the others-- market, cantinas,
too many buildings to keep track of. I am sick of work, and
strangers. And what should I spend my credits for? You will do
what you like, of course. So will I, my sweet."
She smiled down at her delicious little purple friend. Rena didn't
take to all this scholarship. Her curiosity was for ways to be a
better pleasure worker. It seemed to be in her blood. Meena wasn't
sure what was in her blood; she had no past to hold her back from
satisfying her curiosity, and access to Rabbit's Foot's archives was
plenty to begin with. Absently she pressed a kiss into the four-
fingered little hand, stroking it. They were coming to the good
part.
Rena sighed, and snuggled in.
...........................................
They never saw the wrist-needlers. Clan Fenn was renowned, in
certain circles, for expertise in their use. The four females were
easy enough to cut out of the crowds outside of Fungus Brothers--
they were having one of their sales, and that always raised the
chaos level in the surrounding alleyways. As per instructions,
they took out the Rutian first, in case she really was a Jedi.
That must have been the case, because almost immediately the Kiffar
one had some inkling that they were in trouble, and left the
surveillance area to go looking, him and his big green pal.
Surveillance had no trouble immobilizing them on the way out of the
cantina.
Yeah, clan Fenn had known they were coming.
..................................
"Beast! Suck me off!"
"You murglack, are you nuts? He don't know what that is anymore.
And look at the teeth on him!"
"Oh...yeah... Well, he can still spread 'em, that don't take any
brains."
"Hey, beanpole, get up!"
Blows and kicks landed, until he was rolled over onto his belly,
bound hands jutting upward. He could smell his own fear. So could
they, and it was drawing them.
More kicks, to get his knees under him, and his feet farther apart.
Slowly, from violation after violation, his smell was masked by
dozens of others.
More pain landed, to keep him quiet, or still, or in position.
Eventually his insides felt as if they were worn away, so that he
couldn't help screaming anyway. Then came the blow to the head, and
blessed nothingness.
Voices were approaching, along with footsteps. He did his best to
play dead, or at least asleep, despite the agony in his skull.
"The Jedi go to the special customers. The girls have resale
value, but this? It's just an ugly sack of fur, now. You
shouldn'ta wiped him. Nobody wants a Lepi who don't know how to use
what he's got....
"No, it ain't perfume, it's stink. Get rid of it."
Then he got hit in the head again.
TBC
author : helgaleena helgaleenas@...
Series: post-TPM
Rating: NC-17
Category: slash
Warning: interspecies, prostitution, violence, rape
Disclaimer: Lucas is god of Star wars and owns everything; I am
nothing
Summary: the continuing story of Jaxxon and Quinlan Vos.
It was not a good idea to go back to Ryloth.
More on Jaxxon at web-strip Jaxxon's 11 at theforce.net
http://www.jaxxons11.com
previous episodes: http://www.livejournal.com/users/hlglne/5044.html
"If Ro Fenn does not give you as much credit as you are worth, I
will beat him up," joked Aayla, as she lay in Lana's arms. "I will
come with you, and see to it."
"If he has gundarks, you can speak to them instead, and get them to
do it for you.," Lana teased back. So of course Aayla tickled
her. The exchange dissolved into pure pursuit of pleasure.
All Lana knew was what Aayla and Quin had told her, that they had
used to work in a circus. They had indeed 'spoken' with gundarks.
That they were trying to halt the illegal trade in the dangerous
beasts at the time, Aayla had not vouchsafed. Lana did not know
that they were Jedi on a mission, right now.
She believed it was her mistress Lenara's idea to return to Ryloth,
and present themselves as performers at the stronghold of clan
Fenn. Whatever the smuggling team of Jaxxon and Kiffar had been
pursuing on the desolate moon of Kiffex, with its disappointing
audiences, had not worked out. Kim Kiffar's apprentice Aayla, her
dear friend now, couldn't tell her more, as she didn't know
herself. Certainly there was more spacer traffic there than a
haunted relic of Sith occupation should warrant. But seventeen-year
olds of any species were not usually concerned with such niceties as
trade patterns. They wanted applause, for their dancing, in public
or in private.
And Aayla certainly appreciated her....
..........................
"Don't you want to see the spaceport at all, Meena?" Rena was
sitting on her lap again; it was a habit they'd gotten into, while
watching holos together. Meena always seemed to have her face in a
holo, lately. And Rena enjoyed being petted by those slim golden
hands, especially having her lekku twined around those fingers.
Though she didn't really want to admit how much she liked it, even
to herself. Because Meena was doing it without thinking.
"Kala'uun spaceport will be like all the others-- market, cantinas,
too many buildings to keep track of. I am sick of work, and
strangers. And what should I spend my credits for? You will do
what you like, of course. So will I, my sweet."
She smiled down at her delicious little purple friend. Rena didn't
take to all this scholarship. Her curiosity was for ways to be a
better pleasure worker. It seemed to be in her blood. Meena wasn't
sure what was in her blood; she had no past to hold her back from
satisfying her curiosity, and access to Rabbit's Foot's archives was
plenty to begin with. Absently she pressed a kiss into the four-
fingered little hand, stroking it. They were coming to the good
part.
Rena sighed, and snuggled in.
...........................................
They never saw the wrist-needlers. Clan Fenn was renowned, in
certain circles, for expertise in their use. The four females were
easy enough to cut out of the crowds outside of Fungus Brothers--
they were having one of their sales, and that always raised the
chaos level in the surrounding alleyways. As per instructions,
they took out the Rutian first, in case she really was a Jedi.
That must have been the case, because almost immediately the Kiffar
one had some inkling that they were in trouble, and left the
surveillance area to go looking, him and his big green pal.
Surveillance had no trouble immobilizing them on the way out of the
cantina.
Yeah, clan Fenn had known they were coming.
..................................
"Beast! Suck me off!"
"You murglack, are you nuts? He don't know what that is anymore.
And look at the teeth on him!"
"Oh...yeah... Well, he can still spread 'em, that don't take any
brains."
"Hey, beanpole, get up!"
Blows and kicks landed, until he was rolled over onto his belly,
bound hands jutting upward. He could smell his own fear. So could
they, and it was drawing them.
More kicks, to get his knees under him, and his feet farther apart.
Slowly, from violation after violation, his smell was masked by
dozens of others.
More pain landed, to keep him quiet, or still, or in position.
Eventually his insides felt as if they were worn away, so that he
couldn't help screaming anyway. Then came the blow to the head, and
blessed nothingness.
Voices were approaching, along with footsteps. He did his best to
play dead, or at least asleep, despite the agony in his skull.
"The Jedi go to the special customers. The girls have resale
value, but this? It's just an ugly sack of fur, now. You
shouldn'ta wiped him. Nobody wants a Lepi who don't know how to use
what he's got....
"No, it ain't perfume, it's stink. Get rid of it."
Then he got hit in the head again.
TBC
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