Chapter 7: The Whores, the Traitors, and Death

Carnor Jax was smiling too. She wasn’t looking at him, still just staring right back at her latest victim. His mind blazed over in orgasmic stupor, she wanted to see how he’d fare under her vicious gaze. Being one of the higher ranking types in this cotillion, maybe he’d let slip some thoughts about the inner workings of their operation without having to actively using the force.

He sensed that intention too. Then he said, bellowed actually, with all the grace of a loud drunk at a cantina on Nal Hutta, only two distinct words. “Mara Jade.”

She couldn’t ignore that one. She looked up at him as soon as he said it, and he was looking straight at her. Knew the look in his eyes, knew what he was thinking. He was staring right into her eyes with all the harshness of a Gamorrean on Tattooine making sure that none of the girls brought to that peculiar Hutt wasn’t trying anything. Whatever she thought of him for betraying the Emperor, there was no doubt he was looking like a man befitting his station as Sovereign Protector.

Finally Urai Fen of all people broke the silence. “What?”

Carnor Jax looked at him. There was a vague sentiment of dissatisfaction on the Talortai warrior’s avian face. The sovereign traitor just shrugged his shoulders and chuckled. “They say there’s a criminal loose on the streets of Coruscant. A killer who shows no mercy. Her name is Mara Jade.”

“Maybe she’s here,” the inquisitor said, trying to reassert his ground after she humiliated him so badly. He looked down at the moff, still on his knees, still quivering. “Maybe she just fucked you up.”

That got a few chuckles. Even after he had been at her mercy, had been made to look like a boy, he had earned his keep amongst the men here. After her most recent kill, his performance didn’t look so bad. And they were all itching to get back at her.

“That’s what I thought too. But then I realized this one can’t be her. From what I hear, Mara Jade is a killer. Look at you boys, getting hard all over again! Our weak spot is right in front of her and she doesn’t take that chance? No, I think this woman is anything, she’s a whore sent from Palpatine to watch over us. A spy. Not a real killer.”

As trained as Mara Jade was, she couldn’t prevent a flaring up in her chest. Not desire, not kinky fun, but pure anger that burned hotter than anything else she had felt this night. Her expression hadn’t changed either and yet for the two last men who hadn’t gotten down and dirty, they noticed that change. It was as subtle as the change in the golden glare from under a Jawa’s hood, but it was there all the same.

“Really...” said Tyber Zann. “In that case, maybe I should find and recruit this Mara Jade after we’re done with this whore. After we’re done with killing the Emperor. A killer and a killer, right? The kind of woman I like.” Something resembling a grin crossed his emotionless face. He was looking down on her alongside Carnor Jax. Together, their joined malice made them look like a fitting pair, the Sovereign Protector far more befitting a shadow to the crime lord of the Zann Consortium than Urai Fen ever did. But she figured that was appropriate, scum like Carnor Jax could only ever lick at a gangster’s boot than serve the Emperor with faith and fidelity.

“Take this as a good luck charm, eh?” Carnor Jax said, handing him his bottle of sparkling water.

Mara Jade hadn’t given much thought to Tyber Zann since she arrived. As far as she was concerned, these criminals were all the same, whether it was Jabba the Hutt rotting in the desert of Tattooine or Prince Xizor plotting from his palace here on Coruscant under the empire’s nose, they were all men who thought they were above the Emperor and his rule, plotting out their pathetic little fiefdoms that were scribbles in the sands of a beach compared to the waves of galactic rule. She always figured Palpatine would let them entertain their little fantasies, like spice addicts too high in the stars to realize they were groveling in the dirt.

In her current position, she could not be so sure. An open traitor thrown in with usurpers, sure, there was merit to that even if it was normally a stupid notion. But with Carnor Jax and these other imperial workers at his side, he wasn’t some common thug playing at being kingpin, something that even the likes of Jabba and Xizor in all their appetites and perversions could claim. He was aiming for more, had the means to do that.

There was so much malicious intelligence in his eyes. A man like him was inferior in all things even to the likes of that inquisitor or the moff she had just conquered, let alone the two nobles she had first broken. A man whose power only came from those around him, who was around because the Emperor let him. Even rebel scum on the sole of her boot was better than him. But he had the aim to change all of that.

He was unafraid. He boldly went on over to her with a practiced intensity that made you unsure whether or not he meant you harm. In her current position, she was not an Emperor’s Hand trained to kill and break all those in her way. Just a whore at his mercy.

He was pitching a tent in his pants. Taking the bottle of water into his hands, he gently poured it over her form. Not the sexy way she did it to herself and not how roughly the moff did it. He was treating her like a lady. Then he simply took one of her hands into his and lifted at it, prompting her to stand. He bent low and kissed it with that daring bravado so common to gentleman criminals, no whatever what race, what world they hailed from.

“Be careful,” said Carnor Jax. “If this whore tries anything, I can put a stop to it. But if she’s Mara Jade, I don’t know if I’ll be able to save your head from her.”

Tyber Zann looked back at his new comrade. “Don’t worry. I’ll just have you watch her. After all, you don’t know if it’s her right?”

“Yes, she could be just a whore. A spy of a whore, but a whore nonetheless.”

“In that case, I’ll give His Majesty the Emperor something to talk about.” He moved behind her.

Mara Jade kept her anger in check. She hadn’t slipped yet, but Carnor Jax was onto her. She could not risk that chance again. All the more true as in her current position, they were looking right at each other.

Tyber Zann would give her other things to focus on. He took one of her breasts into his hands and began playing with it, stroking the nipple by now standing up with full arousal. He gently stroked it with his fingers, pushing it into the areola and then bringing it out again. At the same time, he had also started playing with her clit. After everything she had done, the nub was sharply sticking out of the hood, screaming for a touch, any man’s touch.

That same time, Carnor Jax was still staring at her. Felt him using his power with the force to probe her mind. She was disciplined enough to resist him with her own mastery of the force. That was still true even in her current position. But as Tyber Zann was touching her just right, she felt her mental prowess wavering.

He was kissing her neck. Slowly, he dragged his lips up and down her skin. In tandem with the way he was molesting her sensitive spots, his hot breaths were speaking to something deep inside of her. All the while she still felt Carnor Jax trying to penetrate into her mind.

It was easy enough to fake vapid and inane thoughts to keep a predator off of her. It was another thing entirely to still do that when a man was driving you crazy. She had her fun with the inquisitor, had fucked him wholesale while the treacherous Sovereign Protector was sizing her up, and managed to endure it all. But she had only snatched that power play from the moff back at the last minute and now she was all too vulnerable to the slow and subtle touches of this gangster. He wasn’t a disgusting sleaze like Jabba and he didn’t need any of Xizor’s potent pheromones to do the trick either. He knew exactly what he was doing.

And he only became more aggressive. He still touched her at that same measured pace, but he started chomping down on her neck, biting into her really hard and then slurping and slobbering all over her when he had gone a bit too far. The way he was fondling her breasts and fondling her clit at the same time, he didn’t need any mind reading talents to know he was having an effect on her. He could feel it in her flesh, could taste it in her heat. Her bare ass up on his crotch, he was getting so hard in his pants.

Ironic that the most criminal of men here was acting like a proper seducer. Taking his time, he kissed up her cheek, sometimes dry and gentle, and sometimes long and wet, before his lips were at his ear. He blew a stream of warm air into it and said, “What else do you want me to do?”

The whole time he was touching her, Carnor Jax was still probing her mind. She couldn’t actively resist his efforts with her own force power, lest she expose herself. Just the slightest crack would alert him like a massiff to the scent of blood. The heat in her body, Tyber Zann’s paws on her body, it was getting so much worse. It was a flood of emotion and sensation that would rock her body and break her mind.

She remembered one of the earliest lessons the Emperor gave her as one of his hands. That if she should meet someone else trying to probe into her identity and all else seemed impossible, then she should not act the fool, but become the fool. Make them believe they were wasting their time and infuriate them.

Zann was nibbling on her earlobe now. What he said to her came back to her. She suddenly screamed, “I want you to use me daddy! It’s so good!”

She hooked an arm around his head, pulling him close. Then she hit her ass back on him, moving her hips like the stripper she was playing herself as. Her natural strength, she was holding his neck hard and not letting go.

He didn’t mind one bit. No stranger to escorts and whores, the only type of woman he had yet to really have were the prim and proper courtesans reserved for nobility and the real power brokers in the galaxy. But as much as he enjoyed pussy that could be exchanged for credits like he was purchasing a blaster, there was something to be said for a real rough woman. Some dumb skank coming into their private meeting and messing up all the other guys here, he was learning firsthand just how much of a baddie she really was.

And Carnor Jax was thrown off too. His mental focus was disrupted by her embracing her desires, on grinding up hard against Tyber Zann. The criminal getting into it despite his suave demeanor was also throwing him off. He thought about asking the inquisitor to help him in breaking through her mind, but joining forces with that amateur, someone as distracted as the rest of these horny idiots, would only scramble his force powers even more.

More than that, he was having a mind to take her. By now she and Tyber Zann were looking at each other and making out real bad. He had abandoned all appearances of being a gentleman criminal, someone higher than the various dregs of the galaxy, the smugglers and Hutts all too ready to indulge in their wanton appetites whether it was the pleasures of the flesh or the promising fantasia of spices, and like a certain other Falleen prince, was now getting into it real bad with this woman. He fondled her breast like he owned it, molesting the soft texture of the teat and pinching the nipple hard, while digging his fingers deeper into her wet twat, flicking her clit all the while. The only thing that went together in the galaxy these days better than moffs and stormtroopers were criminals and whores.

Tyber Zann himself was getting rock hard. Their tongues were whipping bad in each other’s mouths, and her slick pussy was clinging to his fingers. The way she was holding him, the way she looked, he didn’t like having all these other inferior wretches have a pass at her first. A man of his standing deserved to have first dibs on her from the start but he had played nice to keep the peace. He had been left wanting for too long.

And though she was loath to admit it both from her pride as an agent of the empire and in front of these traitors, she was craving it too. Mara Jade could feel the lump in his pants on his bare behind and his fingers working inside of her, the way he was fondling her tit just right with that viciousness that was even painful but she couldn’t but want it so bad. After all the dick she had gotten, she was wanting it, craving it.

He didn’t need any psychic powers to know that. He quickly stopped touching her to focus on getting his pants down. That was exactly the excuse she needed to spin herself around away from Carnor Jax’s gimlet eye and embrace the crime lord. She was moving herself up against him so hard, grabbing onto the lump in his pants, her tongue flicking into his mouth like she was trying to eat him. Anyone watching her would think any suspicion of her as a traitor absurd.

But she had another reason to her act beyond her own carnal needs. Embracing her needs, it was scrambling her thoughts, her sense of rationality. It was the perfect counter to someone trying to penetrate into her mind with the power of the force.

Tyber Zann couldn’t hold it in anymore. Watching her pleasure everyone else had been bad enough, but her sheer libido acting upon him, he took on his true role as a gangster. As far as he was concerned, a whore like this one was ripe for the fucking.

He shoved her back hard. Mara Jade had been through far worse as an imperial agent, but the strength of his push was more than she expected. For an instant a flicker of that alarm, the instincts of a warrior, hit her hard, it quelled her desire that was acting as a bulwark against the psionic eyes trying to peer into her mind. But it was only temporary, he got his pants undone and dropped them in the same manner and strength if he was prepping a blaster. His prick hanging out, he moved onto her.