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Soles of Rebellion, a Star Wars FanFic part 1 (f/f)
by
Kid Indy
The Outer Rim, 2 BBY.
Sometimes the arrival of the Imperial Security Bureau frightens criminals enough to shake them into making mistakes. The menacing triangles of an Imperial Shuttle’s silhouette does the trick usually. Other times the ISB wants to arrive without announcing its presence, and those moments call for vessels that blend in. This was one of those blend-in missions.
Supervisor Dedra Meero was the head of this investigation, and she did not want to give the locals on Aduba time to run and hide. Among those who knew, her reputation as engineer of the Ghorman Massacre had turned her into a figure of Imperial terror, and that had its benefits. But it also made stealth more difficult. So she and her six investigators, plus droids and security troops–no Storm Troopers for this one–made their way through hyperspace lanes in a freight ship, one among hundreds that would pass one another in the frozen darkness of space even out here, beyond the attention or even the knowledge of the Core Planets.
Meero spoke to a holographic projection, a liaison from the Imperial Navy’s Intelligence division: “You are not to harm the prisoner. Operation Juggernaut is ISB territory, and I will lead the investigation.”
The thick-necked Navy officer grunted. “We know where we stand out here where the real fighting goes on, lady. We’ll keep her nice and safe for you.”
Meero’s face was a stone mask. “We’ll keep her nice and safe for you, Supervisor.”
His eyes narrowed. “Supervisor.”
“Good. Now tell me what you know about the Rebel sympathizer.”
“Young. Twenty, maybe. Human. Not from any of the spacer settlements. She’s with one of the religious fanatic camps. The Sacred Way.”
Meero’s face did not move. “Sacred Way. Normally they stay clear of Rebellion matters.”
“That’s what we thought too. So if you give us a swing at her, I imagine she’ll cough up her contact in no time.”
Meero’s voice got louder and sterner. “You are not to touch the prisoner. She is ours to interrogate. You observe holding protocols until we arrive.” She cut the transmission, and the hologram faded.
Meero pressed an intercom button. “Captain, I’m going to be occupied until we arrive on Aduba. Don’t contact me except for emergencies.”
A voice crackled back, “Aye, Supervisor.”
Meero logged in to a terminal in her quarters and opened up the ISB’s portable archive. First she put in a request for a hyperspace transmission of everything Coruscant had on Aduba and on Sacred Way, then started reading her way through the materials she had on board with her. Her eyes moved quickly from article to article, her sharp mind taking in what she needed to use from the history of Sacred Way.
From their religious tenets.
From their social customs.
From their marriage regulations.
From sumptuary conventions.
From social castes and divisions.
The transmission came from Coruscant, and she read more as her vessel made its way to the planet. She examined every case file in which ISB or military intelligence had encountered Sacred Way and looked for patterns that might point towards Aduba or the nearby Eadu system. Within a few hours she knew precisely what questions she was going to ask the prisoner and precisely what might inspire that prisoner to answer.
The ship heaved, and the voice came back over the intercom. “We’re entering Aduba’s atmosphere, Supervisor. Prepare to descend.”
The freight ship heaved one way and another as it entered the atmosphere, and after a bumpy descent it made a solid and jarring landing at one of the planet’s space-ports. Dedra and her team boarded a non-descript land transport and settled in to make their way to the covert Imperial facility.
As they arrived, only a handful of plain-clothes guards greeted them at the gate; the ISB had specifically forbidden the Imperial Navy from sending any Storm Troopers to alert the locals to any increased interest on the Empire’s part, and even an increase in uniformed personnel might forfeit the ISB’s ability to steal into the situation. Meero nodded in cold approval as they disembarked and their boots trod the strange, dry-leafed plants that covered the ground.
A pneumatic hiss let the people in the entrance chamber know that new personnel had arrived, and the team from Coruscant drew whispered chatter from workers nearby and from people passing by in the hallways. The on-site security team checked credentials and verified everyone on the team, and as the intake team finished, an Imperial Navy Lieutenant walked through a corridor’s gate and walked with purposeful strides towards Dedra Meero. She recognized immediately that this was not the officer with whose hologram she had talked.
“I hope your travels were uneventful, Supervisor.”
“What is your security clearance, Lieutenant? I’m here on ISB matters, and these protocols are not insignificant.”
The lieutenant, a short man with an athletic build, seemed to take offense. “I’m to greet you and take you to Special Agent Dorrien.” He gestured back to the corridor. “If you please.”
Dedra pivoted and spoke to her team. “I’ll speak to Dorrien alone. Start canvassing Naval Intelligence and establish potential options.” She turned to one of her own lieutenants. “Sagor, go and retrieve a Plarum crystal. You should be able to acquire one in one of the nearby villages.” She faced her crew and spoke to all of them. “We’ll establish our next strategic aims when I’ve finished.” She turned and gestured back to the lieutenant, who led her through the corridor to a small office. This time she recognized her counterpart from the hologram.
He was tall and muscular, an imposing figure who towered over his counterpart. “So you’re here from Coruscant, is that right?”
Dedra Meero looked the larger man directly in the eyes, never hinting at anything like being intimidated. “I represent the Imperial Security Bureau and its interests in Aduba System.”
“Here to put the Ferrix screamies on my prisoner?”
Meero’s face did not move, but the air seemed to pulse with contempt. “As you no doubt know, Special Agent Dorrien, Doctor Gorst died in a rebel attack on Coruscant.”
A satisfied smirk crossed the Special Agent’s face. “Agency Headquarters didn’t protect him very well, did you?”
Meero did not have time for this. “The facility was Imperial Navy, Special Agent. If you need to review the case’s details, you could read for yourself.”
Dorrien grunted. “So without the screamies, how are you going to break her? Electric shock? Knives?”
Meero did not flinch. “Special Agent Dorrien, you truly discredit the Empire’s intelligence division. The subject is only twenty standard years old. Some attention to detail on our part could make this young woman a valuable asset in rooting out rebel activity in this sector.”
“Detail?”
“How long have you been on this planet, Special Agent?”
“Almost two years, standard.”
“What do you know about Sacred Way?”
The Special Agent began to fidget. “Some kind of religious cult.”
“Some kind of religious cult. Very precise. What are their marriage customs?”
Now the large man’s intimidation became visible. “I don’t know–are they celibate?”
Meero put a gloved hand on his desk. “This prisoner you have is standard marriage age within their religion. If you know that, and you know what’s most important in their marriage customs, then you know precisely where to strike. And if you know about their wedding rituals, then you know precisely how.”
“They get married?”
At this point even the steel-eyed Dedra Meero could not suppress a grunt of disgust. “Do not let any of your men anywhere near the prisoner. I’m going to interrogate her tomorrow morning.”
“We’ve already interrogated her, lady. You’ll not get any intel from this one.”
“Supervisor.”
“What?”
“You will address me as Supervisor Meero. And when I’ve established her as an intelligence asset, I’m going to report to the ISB that you undertook an unauthorized interrogation before my arrival.” She paused. “Perhaps, if you’re lucky, Major Partagaz might teach you something about intelligence gathering.”
* * * * * * *
Through the cell’s pneumatic blast door Dedra Meero stepped, followed by two men from among her intelligence officers, and the young woman inside curled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them on the bench where she sat. She was still dressed in the loose, flowing gown of the Sacred Way, and her dark hair and eyes gave her a striking beauty. From first glance Dedra could see that someone had bruised her face–she was starting to heal, but the marks were still visible. She assumed that the Imperial Navy goons had abused her otherwise as well.
“Su-Jin, I am Dedra Meero, from Coruscant.”
Su-Jin’s dark brown eyes showed her strong suspicion. “You’re Imperial. Don’t leave that part out.”
“Yes, I’ve been sent from the core planet Coruscant because we’ve heard that your planet is being harassed by the Rebel Alliance.”
“Harassed? Talk to your Imperial pigs about harassment! I’ll bet they even pawed at you when you showed up!”
“Su-Jin, I apologize for the behavior of the Imperial Navy, and I assure you that while I’m here, nobody will hit you or assault you in any other way.”
“Except you, of course.”
“No, Su-Jin, I don’t strike prisoners. Now I do need to ask you some things, but in the course of that, I’m not going to touch you in any way that causes you physical pain. And I’m going to be the only one from the Empire who visits you going forward.”
Su-Jin put her bare feet on the floor of the cell. Her flowing, gossamer dress revealed a slender, youthful figure, and her long, olive-skinned feet drew Dedra’s eye immediately. “I’m not sure who this Rebel Alliance is, Dedra Meero. I think you might have the wrong person in here.”
Dedra allowed her face to soften. “Now I will say, Su-Jin, that I don’t like when people lie to me. Our files show that you’ve been reported moving around here in the space port in circles that the Sacred Way would decisively not approve of.” She put a gloved hand against her cheek. “Are you meeting a secret lover, Su-Jin?”
Su-Jin’s response was immediate. “Never! The Sacred Way holds marriage most holy, and I’m betrothed! I’m going to be married in ten months!”
“Then we wouldn’t want any stories to get back to the Overseers of the Sacred Way that you’re involved in an illicit affair with an Imperial Navy Midshipman, would we?”
Su-Jin smirked and tossed her long, dark brown hair. “Is that what you’re here for, Dedra Meero? To blackmail me with false stories of fornication? I assure you, the Overseers will be able to look right through your lies.”
“Yes, your Overseers really are some clever people. If they discover you’ve rendered yourself unfit for marriage, they consign you to be sold here in the port, no?”
“And when they discern that you’ve lied, they’ll bring me back into the circle, and I’ll still be married.”
Meero locked eyes with the younger woman. “Yes. Someone who knows how to deal with lies truly has power in the galaxy.” With a subtle nod she signaled her men. “Take her over to the containment field.”
The two men stepped forward, taking metal cuffs off of their equipment belts, each fastening a cuff to one of Su-Jin’s wrists. “You’re an Imperial liar!” she shouted. “You said you weren’t going to torture me!” They pushed her forcefully to a metal circle in the floor, raised just a few centimeters from the tile around it. When they forced her to step inside, a shimmering blue light surrounded her, and she began to levitate slightly above the floor.
“No, Su-Jin, I said we would not strike you. That remains my intention. But I do need you to cooperate with me, and that’s going to require some other interactions. Men, put cuffs on her ankles as well.” They did, and one of them handed Meero a hand-held electronic screen. Dedra Meero pressed a series of buttons, and Su-Jin’s hands, still inside the containment field, raised above her head, and her legs, guided by the ankle-cuffs, raised so that she appeared to be sitting on an invisible bench in mid-air and resting her small feet on an unseen footstool.
“What are you doing? What is this?”
“This is a modified Geonosian suspension field, Su-Jin. The original models were very inefficient and also tended to cause brain-damage to the people inside.”
“Let me out of this thing!”
“You needn’t worry, though. We need your mind functioning at full capacity for the work you’re going to do for us, so our engineers have rendered the field harmless.”
“I’m never going to work for you! Let me down right now!”
Meero gestured again to one of her men. “Take her shoes off.” She turned back to Su-Jin as he did. “What I’m going to do to you will not leave a mark that the untrained will be able to see. But as I said, I do need assurance of your cooperation.” She stepped forward so that one of Su-Jin’s extended feet floated just within reach of her hands. “Now let’s get to know each other, shall we?”
“The Sacred Way will not bow to any Galactic Empire!” Meero returned her a wry smile before she took the leather gloves off of her hands. Her first touches, with just one hand, were light, tracing touches of one fingertip off of Su-Jin’s heel and onto her sole. “What? What are you doing?” Meero’s other hand now raised to Su-Jin’s other sole, with firmer strokes of four fingertips at once. The ankle-cuffs, though padded inside, kept the younger woman’s feet from going anywhere as she tried to kick away from Dedra’s hands. Her rump, suspended against gravity, twisted this way and that as her legs pulled against the floating fulcrum-points around her ankles. Dedra sped her hands up, tickling both feet with four fingers each, exploring the instep, then the heel, then the ball of each foot, neither hand going where the other played. “Stop! Stop!”
Dedra kept tickling as Su-Jin’s voice took on a shriek of desperation. “You’re going to be laughing soon no matter what you do, but I will warn you that girls who shout while they’re being tickled are setting themselves up to be giggling messes much more quickly. But I like that, so keep on trying to shout at me!”
“Stop touching m–” Su-Jin lost control of her voice just then, squealing as the tickling touches overwhelmed her self-control. Her voice dissolved into bubbling giggles, and her eyes shut, futile attempts to get her ticklish skin away from the terrible fingers that were torturing her. Dedra’s hands changed roles as the laughter started, one hand grabbing one of Su-Jin’s big toes between her thumb and forefinger while the other scratched short-cut fingernails along her stretched sole. The young woman howled at the intense ticklish sensations, and Meero’s fingers kept taking more and more from her, exploring between her toes and scrabbling along the edge of her heel and finding soft spots on her sole to rub and poke and swipe at.
With her hands suspended above her head and her ankles in in front of her hips, Su-Jin’s body took on a writhing, dancing movement in the air, and the silky, loose dress gave Dedra’s eyes a sight to see, even as her ears drank in the young woman’s laughter and her fingers feasted on the flesh of her feet. She tickled, and Su-Jin laughed, until the young woman could feel her abdomen tiring from the giggles, and then stopped, letting her catch her breath as she took deliberate, echoing steps around her until she stood behind her.
Su-Jin felt the cuffs around her ankles and wrists guiding her through the air, and within a few seconds her arms remained above her head, but her ankles were now in an inverted “Y” below her waist, stretching her midsection where before her sitting position had doubled her over.
“Well, that answers some early questions, doesn’t it? You’re obviously so ticklish that you’re going to fall apart as soon as I start touching you again.”
“Wait! You can’t tickle me any more! What do you want from me?”
Dedra leaned over, putting her cheek against Su-Jin’s from behind. Su-Jin could feel the fabric of her dress gathering up as the Imperial officer’s hands gathered fabric and searched for the bottom of the garment, drawing the sides up at the level of her hips. “I’m not going to tell you yet, Su-Jin. You’re thinking right now about what you’d do to get out of this. But there’s no way out.” Su-Jin gasped as Meero’s hands found the bottom of the dress and slid inside, her fingertips reaching around to Su-Jin’s belly. “No way out at all.”
Meero began to pinch at Su-Jin’s sides, just below her ribs, and she cried out only for a moment before her body gave up on protesting and her voice began to soar in unwanted laughter. Su-Jin writhed and giggled as she kept tickling, and as one hand crept forward and down towards her hips, she squirmed as the tickling sensations pulled her body inward on itself, making her legs want to pull against the ankle cuffs. She screamed at the ticklish touches that she could not block.
Then Meero’s other hand wandered.
Su-Jin let out a moan as Dedra’s fingers reached further up under her dress and grazed her breast. “No!”
Then soft, cruel lips planted themselves on Su-Jin’s neck, and a new kind of terror rose up from her hips, through her chest, sweeping over her whole ticklish body.
Su-Jin shouted again. “Stop! You can’t do that!”
Meero whispered in her ear. “Don’t be frightened, Su-Jin. The Overseers never need know.”
Su-Jin tried to brace herself for another fingertip on her breast, but instead Meero’s fingers departed from under her dress and attacked her exposed underarms. The sudden onset of unwanted pleasure had made her skin even more sensitive to Meero’s tickling, and the young woman twisted and squealed as the Imperial Security Bureau officer tickled. And then a hand wandered down, touching Su-Jin’s silk dress instead of her bare skin but tormenting her nonetheless.
Now one hand tickled an underarm while the other caressed Su-Jin’s sensitive, undefended nipple, and now the hands switched, forcing Su-Jin to alternate between giggles and moaning, all the while feeling the opposite tides of exhaustion and arousal swelling in her midsection and below. She felt a quick spasm of pleasure between her legs, and she tried to tighten every muscle in her body against it.
As if she felt the shudder herself, Dedra Meero stopped tickling and stroking, picking up her electronic screen again. To her horror, Su-Jin felt her ankles rising again and her wrists separating from each other, moving her into a horizontal plane, her whole body at Meero’s shoulder level in a large X. Dedra gently lifted the hem of Su-Jin’s dress with one hand and reached inside with the other.
“No! I’m promised in marriage! You can’t do this!”
Without further comment Dedra Meero began scratching the inside of her thigh, and as Su-Jin squealed at the touch, Meero’s other hand reached up her dress and began to tickle the other thigh. The hands moved further and further up, and Su-Jin felt another contraction building in her muscles. She shook her head, but all her voice would do is laugh, until one of the hands stopped tickling her leg and she felt a single finger start to play at the forbidden flesh between her legs. Su-Jin shook her head desperately, but the tickling and the pleasuring continued as the energy built in the core of Su-Jin’s body.
Su-Jin did not last long under the torture. She let out a sound that she’d never made before, a moaning gasp, and her whole body shuddered. Meero stopped tickling and let out her own laugh.
“You see, Su-Jin? Despite what your religion tells you, there are powers in the galaxy that don’t care about your promises. Now let’s talk together–when the Rebel Alliance approached your people, why did they pick Aduba? What are their plans for your system?”
Su-Jin panted. “You’ll never take the free souls of the Sacred Way…”
“Soles, did you say?” Meero once again picked up the tablet and pressed a series of clicking buttons. Su-Jin’s ankle cuffs rose until they were at Meero’s waist level separated from each other so that she could feel the room’s cool air on the damp cloth between her thighs, but her arms rose above her head again, letting Su-Jin look her in the eyes over her own toes. “Your Overseers don’t teach you some things that you’ll need to know soon, Su-Jin. Souls aren’t nearly as powerful as you think they are. When the body starts hurting, the soul follows along quickly enough.” The sudden look of fear was undeniable. “And pain is nothing compared to pleasure. A woman’s body doesn’t fall asleep like a man’s does after a climax, Su-Jin. We get more sensitive. Much more sensitive.” She set the tablet and turned back to Su-Jin, her palms facing up and her long fingers curved as they approached Su-Jin’s feet.
“Stop! What do you want from me?”
“I want you to know that you have nothing to give me that I can’t take from you.” Eight fingertips began to stroke the skin of Su-Jin’s soles, and the young woman screamed as she felt a tickling unlike anything she’d ever known. Her feet writhed this way and that, and Meero’s cruel fingers followed them through the air. Su-Jin’s arms pulled at her padded wrist-cuffs, twisting her body from side to side as the Imperial devil tormented her feet.
The tickling would not stop. Su-Jin heard herself beg for relief, to protest again and again, every plea just broadening the grin on Dedra Meero’s face. The fingers rubbed at her heels, traced ever-more intricate paths up and down her soles, scratched at the stems of her toes. And the Empire’s most intimate tormentor was right: Su-Jin felt every fingernail, every contact of warm fingertip with warm sole, more intensely than she’d ever felt any pain. She felt her own mind start to promise the Force, the stars, this cruel woman, anything she wanted just to make the tickling stop.
In the middle of one of these silent promises the tickling did stop, and Su-Jin slouched against the cuffs, still suspended in air. She heard Meero’s boots against the floor and realized that she was walking around to a position behind her, ready to exploit her defenseless torso. “Please! I’ll tell you what you want to know! Just stop!”
“Are you promising things, Su-Jin?” The young woman could feel the laugh behind her. “Don’t bother. What I want from you right now I’m about to take, and nothing you can say or do is going to stop me.” Su-Jin felt those increasingly familiar hands take positions at her armpits, and she squirmed from one side to another, her body unaware that it could never get far enough away from those hands to avoid what was on its way.
“Stop! You can’t do this!”
“Stop acting like you don’t want more, you naughty girl.” Meero’s fingertips scraped along Su-Jin’s underarms, and she shrieked and squirmed at the touches. The younger woman twisted to the left, and Meero’s right hand immediately darted down, grabbing a greedy handful of her side. Su-Jin’s body twisted around the tickling hand, and Meero’s left hand was on her hip, kneading the delicious flesh and drawing a giggling scream out of Su-Jin. Dedra Meero pinched and poked and wriggled her fingers on one side of the ticklish body, then the other, and Su-Jin laughed and squealed at every change of side.
Then the Imperial Security Bureau officer’s hands wandered towards the front of Su-Jin’s body. First one finger fluttered across the young woman’s breast, adding a rasping moan to the giggles. Her arms pulled at the cuffs, but the force-field would not let her cover her sensitive body. Now the other hand joined, and each of Su-Jin’s breasts had an insistent suitor. Her back arched, and her eyes closed, and she let out a gasp as she felt a shudder through her hips, one that almost shook loose the pleasure that her soul so wanted to deny.
“No! Please! I won’t be able to marry!” A single finger began to stroke between Su-Jin’s thighs, and her voice became frantic. “Please! I’ll do anything!” But Meero’s finger found its way between her excited lips, and her other hand stroked her breast. And with a sound that was at once a protest and a surrender to fate, the young woman moaned her tickled, pleasured agony into the room’s cool air.
Su-Jin, her eyes closed, heard Meero’s boots walk away from her, and she forced herself to look at the woman, to find out what was coming next. One of Meero’s officers opened a leather bag, and Meero withdrew something from it. When she turned back towards Su-Jin, in the Imperial officer’s hand was a familiar crystal, glowing faintly.
“I’m impressed at the precision that your strange religion brings to your wedding ceremonies, Su-Jin. From what I read, the Plarum crystal will glow green for a girl who’s only reached sexual climax once, but once you’ve had two, the color changes to orange.” She extended her arm to put the crystal next to Su-Jin’s body, and the young woman’s skin began to reflect the crystal’s orange light.
The young woman began to cry.
“Yes, Su-Jin. I’m afraid that at your wedding ceremony, your Sacred Way Overseers are going to know just how much you enjoyed our time together.”
“You go to Hell, Imperial witch.”
Meero let herself laugh again. “Don’t worry, though, my lovely. I’ve already secured funds to make a bid on you in their slave market. Once you’re my property, I’m going to tickle you like this every day until you’re a perfect little toy for one of the perverts of Coruscant’s pleasure district. In a city that big, there are plenty of people who will pay a premium for someone so young and so ticklish.”
Su-Jin’s head drooped.
“It’s a pity you’ve thrown your life away for those animals in the Rebel Alliance, isn’t it?” The sound of boots resumed. Su-Jin saw Meero pocket the Plarum crystal and reach into the bag again. “You really should have chosen your friends and your enemies more carefully.” This time a plastic cylinder, thicker and longer than a finger but not as large as a forearm, came out of the bag. “But there’s always time to make new friends, wouldn’t you say?”
Meero removed a safety cap from the cylinder, and Su-Jin saw that it was a no-needle injection device. She twisted away but could not escape the injector tip as it rested on her outer thigh, not far from her knee. She felt the pressure in her leg increase as the injection went in.
“What are you doing to me?”
“I’m giving you a chance to live the life that you want to lead, Su-Jin. Give it a few seconds. While we wait, I’m going to tell you what you’re going to do for me. I know you’re in touch with the Rebel spies who have been planning an operation on Eadu. You’re going to give us the time and place to catch them, and when you do, I’m going to return you to the Sacred Way. You’re going to marry your young man, and our dalliance today will be nothing but a pleasant memory for you.” She tickled Su-Jin’s sole with one finger, drawing a resentful giggle. “You’re allowed to think of me when his hands are on you.”
“You have nothing left to threaten me with, you Imperial slave. You and I both know that the Plarum will keep my wedding from being consecrated.”
Meero’s mouth curled into a wry smile. “When magic abandons you, my dear, science can become an ally.”
“What?”
“A Plarum crystal doesn’t have a memory the way that living things have memories. It detects subtle changes in human perspiration. And those kinds of things the right kind of medicine can repair easily enough.”
“What are you saying?”
Meero was already retrieving the crystal again. “Why say when I can show?” She extended her arm again, and this time the crystal began to glow green.
“No… this can’t be…”
“Yes it can, Su-Jin. At your wedding ceremony, your body will tell the crystal exactly what it needs to hear, and nobody in your community will know any different.” Meero withdrew her hand and held the crystal close to her own neck. The crystal instantly glowed bright orange. “He was weak-minded, Su-Jin, but I did enjoy him when the lights went out.”
“Is this real?”
“As real as you and I are, Su-Jin. A better question is whether it’s permanent. And the answer is that it’ll alter your exocrine glands until you climax again.”
The conflict was written all over Su-Jin’s face. “Please let me go. I’ll find the Rebel liason and bring him to you.”
“Of course, the side effects of the injection are strange. They only last a couple hours, but they’re undeniable for those two hours.”
“What?”
“Side effects.” Meero reached down again and dragged one fingertip up Su-Jin’s sole. The girl shrieked at the touch. “The injection makes a woman’s skin exponentially more sensitive to touch.” She began to stroke Su-Jin’s sole with four fingers, and the younger woman began to thrash against the wrist and ankle cuffs.
“No! Stop!” And then the laughter erupted from her. Dedra’s other hand reached out for Su-Jin’s other foot, and the young woman’s back arched in tickled ecstasy.
“What’s so special about Aduba, Su-Jin? I’m not going to stop tickling your feet until you tell me, and you’re not going to last very long if I don’t.”
“EADU! EADU!” The laughter poured out of her body as she tried to shout.
“Eadu, you say? What do they want with Eadu?” She stopped tickling, and Su Jin drew in gasping breaths to recover from the unbearable tickling.
“I don’t know! Axis! He said something about Axis!”
Dedra’s eyes widened. “What about Axis?”
“Axis is planning an operation against the Kyber mine!”
“Good girl, Su-Jin! You see? The Rebellion only destroys things. The Empire? We’ll give you back the life that you dream of.”
Su-Jin’s voice squeaked. “Thank you.”
Meero’s blue eyes flashed. “Don’t thank me, little one. I still have to make sure we have something you want. That’s the only way we can get what we need.” She began to walk behind Su-Jin.
“Wait! Don’t! I’m not ready!”
“I know.” Meero’s fingers and thumbs grasped the girl’s hips, and she screamed at the intense tickling. One hand crept up towards her ribs, and the other slid down across her bottom and up between her thighs.
“No!”
The hand tickling the girl’s side never stopped as the hand between her legs began to pleasure her again. The tickling and the sexual touches strove against each other for what seemed an eternity, but soon the gasp of climax filled the room, and Meero once again stopped the tickling.
“Four weeks until your wedding day, young one.” The young woman panted and again began to cry. “If I were you I’d reach out to the rebel and let him know where to meet you for a secret information drop.”
Meero took up the tablet one last time, let Su-Jin’s feet reach towards the floor, and turned off the force-field.
Su-Jin stumbled towards her clothes to get dressed.
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Soles of Rebellion, a Star Wars FanFic part 1 (f/f)
by
Kid Indy
The Outer Rim, 2 BBY.
Sometimes the arrival of the Imperial Security Bureau frightens criminals enough to shake them into making mistakes. The menacing triangles of an Imperial Shuttle’s silhouette does the trick usually. Other times the ISB wants to arrive without announcing its presence, and those moments call for vessels that blend in. This was one of those blend-in missions.
Supervisor Dedra Meero was the head of this investigation, and she did not want to give the locals on Aduba time to run and hide. Among those who knew, her reputation as engineer of the Ghorman Massacre had turned her into a figure of Imperial terror, and that had its benefits. But it also made stealth more difficult. So she and her six investigators, plus droids and security troops–no Storm Troopers for this one–made their way through hyperspace lanes in a freight ship, one among hundreds that would pass one another in the frozen darkness of space even out here, beyond the attention or even the knowledge of the Core Planets.
Meero spoke to a holographic projection, a liaison from the Imperial Navy’s Intelligence division: “You are not to harm the prisoner. Operation Juggernaut is ISB territory, and I will lead the investigation.”
The thick-necked Navy officer grunted. “We know where we stand out here where the real fighting goes on, lady. We’ll keep her nice and safe for you.”
Meero’s face was a stone mask. “We’ll keep her nice and safe for you, Supervisor.”
His eyes narrowed. “Supervisor.”
“Good. Now tell me what you know about the Rebel sympathizer.”
“Young. Twenty, maybe. Human. Not from any of the spacer settlements. She’s with one of the religious fanatic camps. The Sacred Way.”
Meero’s face did not move. “Sacred Way. Normally they stay clear of Rebellion matters.”
“That’s what we thought too. So if you give us a swing at her, I imagine she’ll cough up her contact in no time.”
Meero’s voice got louder and sterner. “You are not to touch the prisoner. She is ours to interrogate. You observe holding protocols until we arrive.” She cut the transmission, and the hologram faded.
Meero pressed an intercom button. “Captain, I’m going to be occupied until we arrive on Aduba. Don’t contact me except for emergencies.”
A voice crackled back, “Aye, Supervisor.”
Meero logged in to a terminal in her quarters and opened up the ISB’s portable archive. First she put in a request for a hyperspace transmission of everything Coruscant had on Aduba and on Sacred Way, then started reading her way through the materials she had on board with her. Her eyes moved quickly from article to article, her sharp mind taking in what she needed to use from the history of Sacred Way.
From their religious tenets.
From their social customs.
From their marriage regulations.
From sumptuary conventions.
From social castes and divisions.
The transmission came from Coruscant, and she read more as her vessel made its way to the planet. She examined every case file in which ISB or military intelligence had encountered Sacred Way and looked for patterns that might point towards Aduba or the nearby Eadu system. Within a few hours she knew precisely what questions she was going to ask the prisoner and precisely what might inspire that prisoner to answer.
The ship heaved, and the voice came back over the intercom. “We’re entering Aduba’s atmosphere, Supervisor. Prepare to descend.”
The freight ship heaved one way and another as it entered the atmosphere, and after a bumpy descent it made a solid and jarring landing at one of the planet’s space-ports. Dedra and her team boarded a non-descript land transport and settled in to make their way to the covert Imperial facility.
As they arrived, only a handful of plain-clothes guards greeted them at the gate; the ISB had specifically forbidden the Imperial Navy from sending any Storm Troopers to alert the locals to any increased interest on the Empire’s part, and even an increase in uniformed personnel might forfeit the ISB’s ability to steal into the situation. Meero nodded in cold approval as they disembarked and their boots trod the strange, dry-leafed plants that covered the ground.
A pneumatic hiss let the people in the entrance chamber know that new personnel had arrived, and the team from Coruscant drew whispered chatter from workers nearby and from people passing by in the hallways. The on-site security team checked credentials and verified everyone on the team, and as the intake team finished, an Imperial Navy Lieutenant walked through a corridor’s gate and walked with purposeful strides towards Dedra Meero. She recognized immediately that this was not the officer with whose hologram she had talked.
“I hope your travels were uneventful, Supervisor.”
“What is your security clearance, Lieutenant? I’m here on ISB matters, and these protocols are not insignificant.”
The lieutenant, a short man with an athletic build, seemed to take offense. “I’m to greet you and take you to Special Agent Dorrien.” He gestured back to the corridor. “If you please.”
Dedra pivoted and spoke to her team. “I’ll speak to Dorrien alone. Start canvassing Naval Intelligence and establish potential options.” She turned to one of her own lieutenants. “Sagor, go and retrieve a Plarum crystal. You should be able to acquire one in one of the nearby villages.” She faced her crew and spoke to all of them. “We’ll establish our next strategic aims when I’ve finished.” She turned and gestured back to the lieutenant, who led her through the corridor to a small office. This time she recognized her counterpart from the hologram.
He was tall and muscular, an imposing figure who towered over his counterpart. “So you’re here from Coruscant, is that right?”
Dedra Meero looked the larger man directly in the eyes, never hinting at anything like being intimidated. “I represent the Imperial Security Bureau and its interests in Aduba System.”
“Here to put the Ferrix screamies on my prisoner?”
Meero’s face did not move, but the air seemed to pulse with contempt. “As you no doubt know, Special Agent Dorrien, Doctor Gorst died in a rebel attack on Coruscant.”
A satisfied smirk crossed the Special Agent’s face. “Agency Headquarters didn’t protect him very well, did you?”
Meero did not have time for this. “The facility was Imperial Navy, Special Agent. If you need to review the case’s details, you could read for yourself.”
Dorrien grunted. “So without the screamies, how are you going to break her? Electric shock? Knives?”
Meero did not flinch. “Special Agent Dorrien, you truly discredit the Empire’s intelligence division. The subject is only twenty standard years old. Some attention to detail on our part could make this young woman a valuable asset in rooting out rebel activity in this sector.”
“Detail?”
“How long have you been on this planet, Special Agent?”
“Almost two years, standard.”
“What do you know about Sacred Way?”
The Special Agent began to fidget. “Some kind of religious cult.”
“Some kind of religious cult. Very precise. What are their marriage customs?”
Now the large man’s intimidation became visible. “I don’t know–are they celibate?”
Meero put a gloved hand on his desk. “This prisoner you have is standard marriage age within their religion. If you know that, and you know what’s most important in their marriage customs, then you know precisely where to strike. And if you know about their wedding rituals, then you know precisely how.”
“They get married?”
At this point even the steel-eyed Dedra Meero could not suppress a grunt of disgust. “Do not let any of your men anywhere near the prisoner. I’m going to interrogate her tomorrow morning.”
“We’ve already interrogated her, lady. You’ll not get any intel from this one.”
“Supervisor.”
“What?”
“You will address me as Supervisor Meero. And when I’ve established her as an intelligence asset, I’m going to report to the ISB that you undertook an unauthorized interrogation before my arrival.” She paused. “Perhaps, if you’re lucky, Major Partagaz might teach you something about intelligence gathering.”
* * * * * * *
Through the cell’s pneumatic blast door Dedra Meero stepped, followed by two men from among her intelligence officers, and the young woman inside curled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them on the bench where she sat. She was still dressed in the loose, flowing gown of the Sacred Way, and her dark hair and eyes gave her a striking beauty. From first glance Dedra could see that someone had bruised her face–she was starting to heal, but the marks were still visible. She assumed that the Imperial Navy goons had abused her otherwise as well.
“Su-Jin, I am Dedra Meero, from Coruscant.”
Su-Jin’s dark brown eyes showed her strong suspicion. “You’re Imperial. Don’t leave that part out.”
“Yes, I’ve been sent from the core planet Coruscant because we’ve heard that your planet is being harassed by the Rebel Alliance.”
“Harassed? Talk to your Imperial pigs about harassment! I’ll bet they even pawed at you when you showed up!”
“Su-Jin, I apologize for the behavior of the Imperial Navy, and I assure you that while I’m here, nobody will hit you or assault you in any other way.”
“Except you, of course.”
“No, Su-Jin, I don’t strike prisoners. Now I do need to ask you some things, but in the course of that, I’m not going to touch you in any way that causes you physical pain. And I’m going to be the only one from the Empire who visits you going forward.”
Su-Jin put her bare feet on the floor of the cell. Her flowing, gossamer dress revealed a slender, youthful figure, and her long, olive-skinned feet drew Dedra’s eye immediately. “I’m not sure who this Rebel Alliance is, Dedra Meero. I think you might have the wrong person in here.”
Dedra allowed her face to soften. “Now I will say, Su-Jin, that I don’t like when people lie to me. Our files show that you’ve been reported moving around here in the space port in circles that the Sacred Way would decisively not approve of.” She put a gloved hand against her cheek. “Are you meeting a secret lover, Su-Jin?”
Su-Jin’s response was immediate. “Never! The Sacred Way holds marriage most holy, and I’m betrothed! I’m going to be married in ten months!”
“Then we wouldn’t want any stories to get back to the Overseers of the Sacred Way that you’re involved in an illicit affair with an Imperial Navy Midshipman, would we?”
Su-Jin smirked and tossed her long, dark brown hair. “Is that what you’re here for, Dedra Meero? To blackmail me with false stories of fornication? I assure you, the Overseers will be able to look right through your lies.”
“Yes, your Overseers really are some clever people. If they discover you’ve rendered yourself unfit for marriage, they consign you to be sold here in the port, no?”
“And when they discern that you’ve lied, they’ll bring me back into the circle, and I’ll still be married.”
Meero locked eyes with the younger woman. “Yes. Someone who knows how to deal with lies truly has power in the galaxy.” With a subtle nod she signaled her men. “Take her over to the containment field.”
The two men stepped forward, taking metal cuffs off of their equipment belts, each fastening a cuff to one of Su-Jin’s wrists. “You’re an Imperial liar!” she shouted. “You said you weren’t going to torture me!” They pushed her forcefully to a metal circle in the floor, raised just a few centimeters from the tile around it. When they forced her to step inside, a shimmering blue light surrounded her, and she began to levitate slightly above the floor.
“No, Su-Jin, I said we would not strike you. That remains my intention. But I do need you to cooperate with me, and that’s going to require some other interactions. Men, put cuffs on her ankles as well.” They did, and one of them handed Meero a hand-held electronic screen. Dedra Meero pressed a series of buttons, and Su-Jin’s hands, still inside the containment field, raised above her head, and her legs, guided by the ankle-cuffs, raised so that she appeared to be sitting on an invisible bench in mid-air and resting her small feet on an unseen footstool.
“What are you doing? What is this?”
“This is a modified Geonosian suspension field, Su-Jin. The original models were very inefficient and also tended to cause brain-damage to the people inside.”
“Let me out of this thing!”
“You needn’t worry, though. We need your mind functioning at full capacity for the work you’re going to do for us, so our engineers have rendered the field harmless.”
“I’m never going to work for you! Let me down right now!”
Meero gestured again to one of her men. “Take her shoes off.” She turned back to Su-Jin as he did. “What I’m going to do to you will not leave a mark that the untrained will be able to see. But as I said, I do need assurance of your cooperation.” She stepped forward so that one of Su-Jin’s extended feet floated just within reach of her hands. “Now let’s get to know each other, shall we?”
“The Sacred Way will not bow to any Galactic Empire!” Meero returned her a wry smile before she took the leather gloves off of her hands. Her first touches, with just one hand, were light, tracing touches of one fingertip off of Su-Jin’s heel and onto her sole. “What? What are you doing?” Meero’s other hand now raised to Su-Jin’s other sole, with firmer strokes of four fingertips at once. The ankle-cuffs, though padded inside, kept the younger woman’s feet from going anywhere as she tried to kick away from Dedra’s hands. Her rump, suspended against gravity, twisted this way and that as her legs pulled against the floating fulcrum-points around her ankles. Dedra sped her hands up, tickling both feet with four fingers each, exploring the instep, then the heel, then the ball of each foot, neither hand going where the other played. “Stop! Stop!”
Dedra kept tickling as Su-Jin’s voice took on a shriek of desperation. “You’re going to be laughing soon no matter what you do, but I will warn you that girls who shout while they’re being tickled are setting themselves up to be giggling messes much more quickly. But I like that, so keep on trying to shout at me!”
“Stop touching m–” Su-Jin lost control of her voice just then, squealing as the tickling touches overwhelmed her self-control. Her voice dissolved into bubbling giggles, and her eyes shut, futile attempts to get her ticklish skin away from the terrible fingers that were torturing her. Dedra’s hands changed roles as the laughter started, one hand grabbing one of Su-Jin’s big toes between her thumb and forefinger while the other scratched short-cut fingernails along her stretched sole. The young woman howled at the intense ticklish sensations, and Meero’s fingers kept taking more and more from her, exploring between her toes and scrabbling along the edge of her heel and finding soft spots on her sole to rub and poke and swipe at.
With her hands suspended above her head and her ankles in in front of her hips, Su-Jin’s body took on a writhing, dancing movement in the air, and the silky, loose dress gave Dedra’s eyes a sight to see, even as her ears drank in the young woman’s laughter and her fingers feasted on the flesh of her feet. She tickled, and Su-Jin laughed, until the young woman could feel her abdomen tiring from the giggles, and then stopped, letting her catch her breath as she took deliberate, echoing steps around her until she stood behind her.
Su-Jin felt the cuffs around her ankles and wrists guiding her through the air, and within a few seconds her arms remained above her head, but her ankles were now in an inverted “Y” below her waist, stretching her midsection where before her sitting position had doubled her over.
“Well, that answers some early questions, doesn’t it? You’re obviously so ticklish that you’re going to fall apart as soon as I start touching you again.”
“Wait! You can’t tickle me any more! What do you want from me?”
Dedra leaned over, putting her cheek against Su-Jin’s from behind. Su-Jin could feel the fabric of her dress gathering up as the Imperial officer’s hands gathered fabric and searched for the bottom of the garment, drawing the sides up at the level of her hips. “I’m not going to tell you yet, Su-Jin. You’re thinking right now about what you’d do to get out of this. But there’s no way out.” Su-Jin gasped as Meero’s hands found the bottom of the dress and slid inside, her fingertips reaching around to Su-Jin’s belly. “No way out at all.”
Meero began to pinch at Su-Jin’s sides, just below her ribs, and she cried out only for a moment before her body gave up on protesting and her voice began to soar in unwanted laughter. Su-Jin writhed and giggled as she kept tickling, and as one hand crept forward and down towards her hips, she squirmed as the tickling sensations pulled her body inward on itself, making her legs want to pull against the ankle cuffs. She screamed at the ticklish touches that she could not block.
Then Meero’s other hand wandered.
Su-Jin let out a moan as Dedra’s fingers reached further up under her dress and grazed her breast. “No!”
Then soft, cruel lips planted themselves on Su-Jin’s neck, and a new kind of terror rose up from her hips, through her chest, sweeping over her whole ticklish body.
Su-Jin shouted again. “Stop! You can’t do that!”
Meero whispered in her ear. “Don’t be frightened, Su-Jin. The Overseers never need know.”
Su-Jin tried to brace herself for another fingertip on her breast, but instead Meero’s fingers departed from under her dress and attacked her exposed underarms. The sudden onset of unwanted pleasure had made her skin even more sensitive to Meero’s tickling, and the young woman twisted and squealed as the Imperial Security Bureau officer tickled. And then a hand wandered down, touching Su-Jin’s silk dress instead of her bare skin but tormenting her nonetheless.
Now one hand tickled an underarm while the other caressed Su-Jin’s sensitive, undefended nipple, and now the hands switched, forcing Su-Jin to alternate between giggles and moaning, all the while feeling the opposite tides of exhaustion and arousal swelling in her midsection and below. She felt a quick spasm of pleasure between her legs, and she tried to tighten every muscle in her body against it.
As if she felt the shudder herself, Dedra Meero stopped tickling and stroking, picking up her electronic screen again. To her horror, Su-Jin felt her ankles rising again and her wrists separating from each other, moving her into a horizontal plane, her whole body at Meero’s shoulder level in a large X. Dedra gently lifted the hem of Su-Jin’s dress with one hand and reached inside with the other.
“No! I’m promised in marriage! You can’t do this!”
Without further comment Dedra Meero began scratching the inside of her thigh, and as Su-Jin squealed at the touch, Meero’s other hand reached up her dress and began to tickle the other thigh. The hands moved further and further up, and Su-Jin felt another contraction building in her muscles. She shook her head, but all her voice would do is laugh, until one of the hands stopped tickling her leg and she felt a single finger start to play at the forbidden flesh between her legs. Su-Jin shook her head desperately, but the tickling and the pleasuring continued as the energy built in the core of Su-Jin’s body.
Su-Jin did not last long under the torture. She let out a sound that she’d never made before, a moaning gasp, and her whole body shuddered. Meero stopped tickling and let out her own laugh.
“You see, Su-Jin? Despite what your religion tells you, there are powers in the galaxy that don’t care about your promises. Now let’s talk together–when the Rebel Alliance approached your people, why did they pick Aduba? What are their plans for your system?”
Su-Jin panted. “You’ll never take the free souls of the Sacred Way…”
“Soles, did you say?” Meero once again picked up the tablet and pressed a series of clicking buttons. Su-Jin’s ankle cuffs rose until they were at Meero’s waist level separated from each other so that she could feel the room’s cool air on the damp cloth between her thighs, but her arms rose above her head again, letting Su-Jin look her in the eyes over her own toes. “Your Overseers don’t teach you some things that you’ll need to know soon, Su-Jin. Souls aren’t nearly as powerful as you think they are. When the body starts hurting, the soul follows along quickly enough.” The sudden look of fear was undeniable. “And pain is nothing compared to pleasure. A woman’s body doesn’t fall asleep like a man’s does after a climax, Su-Jin. We get more sensitive. Much more sensitive.” She set the tablet and turned back to Su-Jin, her palms facing up and her long fingers curved as they approached Su-Jin’s feet.
“Stop! What do you want from me?”
“I want you to know that you have nothing to give me that I can’t take from you.” Eight fingertips began to stroke the skin of Su-Jin’s soles, and the young woman screamed as she felt a tickling unlike anything she’d ever known. Her feet writhed this way and that, and Meero’s cruel fingers followed them through the air. Su-Jin’s arms pulled at her padded wrist-cuffs, twisting her body from side to side as the Imperial devil tormented her feet.
The tickling would not stop. Su-Jin heard herself beg for relief, to protest again and again, every plea just broadening the grin on Dedra Meero’s face. The fingers rubbed at her heels, traced ever-more intricate paths up and down her soles, scratched at the stems of her toes. And the Empire’s most intimate tormentor was right: Su-Jin felt every fingernail, every contact of warm fingertip with warm sole, more intensely than she’d ever felt any pain. She felt her own mind start to promise the Force, the stars, this cruel woman, anything she wanted just to make the tickling stop.
In the middle of one of these silent promises the tickling did stop, and Su-Jin slouched against the cuffs, still suspended in air. She heard Meero’s boots against the floor and realized that she was walking around to a position behind her, ready to exploit her defenseless torso. “Please! I’ll tell you what you want to know! Just stop!”
“Are you promising things, Su-Jin?” The young woman could feel the laugh behind her. “Don’t bother. What I want from you right now I’m about to take, and nothing you can say or do is going to stop me.” Su-Jin felt those increasingly familiar hands take positions at her armpits, and she squirmed from one side to another, her body unaware that it could never get far enough away from those hands to avoid what was on its way.
“Stop! You can’t do this!”
“Stop acting like you don’t want more, you naughty girl.” Meero’s fingertips scraped along Su-Jin’s underarms, and she shrieked and squirmed at the touches. The younger woman twisted to the left, and Meero’s right hand immediately darted down, grabbing a greedy handful of her side. Su-Jin’s body twisted around the tickling hand, and Meero’s left hand was on her hip, kneading the delicious flesh and drawing a giggling scream out of Su-Jin. Dedra Meero pinched and poked and wriggled her fingers on one side of the ticklish body, then the other, and Su-Jin laughed and squealed at every change of side.
Then the Imperial Security Bureau officer’s hands wandered towards the front of Su-Jin’s body. First one finger fluttered across the young woman’s breast, adding a rasping moan to the giggles. Her arms pulled at the cuffs, but the force-field would not let her cover her sensitive body. Now the other hand joined, and each of Su-Jin’s breasts had an insistent suitor. Her back arched, and her eyes closed, and she let out a gasp as she felt a shudder through her hips, one that almost shook loose the pleasure that her soul so wanted to deny.
“No! Please! I won’t be able to marry!” A single finger began to stroke between Su-Jin’s thighs, and her voice became frantic. “Please! I’ll do anything!” But Meero’s finger found its way between her excited lips, and her other hand stroked her breast. And with a sound that was at once a protest and a surrender to fate, the young woman moaned her tickled, pleasured agony into the room’s cool air.
Su-Jin, her eyes closed, heard Meero’s boots walk away from her, and she forced herself to look at the woman, to find out what was coming next. One of Meero’s officers opened a leather bag, and Meero withdrew something from it. When she turned back towards Su-Jin, in the Imperial officer’s hand was a familiar crystal, glowing faintly.
“I’m impressed at the precision that your strange religion brings to your wedding ceremonies, Su-Jin. From what I read, the Plarum crystal will glow green for a girl who’s only reached sexual climax once, but once you’ve had two, the color changes to orange.” She extended her arm to put the crystal next to Su-Jin’s body, and the young woman’s skin began to reflect the crystal’s orange light.
The young woman began to cry.
“Yes, Su-Jin. I’m afraid that at your wedding ceremony, your Sacred Way Overseers are going to know just how much you enjoyed our time together.”
“You go to Hell, Imperial witch.”
Meero let herself laugh again. “Don’t worry, though, my lovely. I’ve already secured funds to make a bid on you in their slave market. Once you’re my property, I’m going to tickle you like this every day until you’re a perfect little toy for one of the perverts of Coruscant’s pleasure district. In a city that big, there are plenty of people who will pay a premium for someone so young and so ticklish.”
Su-Jin’s head drooped.
“It’s a pity you’ve thrown your life away for those animals in the Rebel Alliance, isn’t it?” The sound of boots resumed. Su-Jin saw Meero pocket the Plarum crystal and reach into the bag again. “You really should have chosen your friends and your enemies more carefully.” This time a plastic cylinder, thicker and longer than a finger but not as large as a forearm, came out of the bag. “But there’s always time to make new friends, wouldn’t you say?”
Meero removed a safety cap from the cylinder, and Su-Jin saw that it was a no-needle injection device. She twisted away but could not escape the injector tip as it rested on her outer thigh, not far from her knee. She felt the pressure in her leg increase as the injection went in.
“What are you doing to me?”
“I’m giving you a chance to live the life that you want to lead, Su-Jin. Give it a few seconds. While we wait, I’m going to tell you what you’re going to do for me. I know you’re in touch with the Rebel spies who have been planning an operation on Eadu. You’re going to give us the time and place to catch them, and when you do, I’m going to return you to the Sacred Way. You’re going to marry your young man, and our dalliance today will be nothing but a pleasant memory for you.” She tickled Su-Jin’s sole with one finger, drawing a resentful giggle. “You’re allowed to think of me when his hands are on you.”
“You have nothing left to threaten me with, you Imperial slave. You and I both know that the Plarum will keep my wedding from being consecrated.”
Meero’s mouth curled into a wry smile. “When magic abandons you, my dear, science can become an ally.”
“What?”
“A Plarum crystal doesn’t have a memory the way that living things have memories. It detects subtle changes in human perspiration. And those kinds of things the right kind of medicine can repair easily enough.”
“What are you saying?”
Meero was already retrieving the crystal again. “Why say when I can show?” She extended her arm again, and this time the crystal began to glow green.
“No… this can’t be…”
“Yes it can, Su-Jin. At your wedding ceremony, your body will tell the crystal exactly what it needs to hear, and nobody in your community will know any different.” Meero withdrew her hand and held the crystal close to her own neck. The crystal instantly glowed bright orange. “He was weak-minded, Su-Jin, but I did enjoy him when the lights went out.”
“Is this real?”
“As real as you and I are, Su-Jin. A better question is whether it’s permanent. And the answer is that it’ll alter your exocrine glands until you climax again.”
The conflict was written all over Su-Jin’s face. “Please let me go. I’ll find the Rebel liason and bring him to you.”
“Of course, the side effects of the injection are strange. They only last a couple hours, but they’re undeniable for those two hours.”
“What?”
“Side effects.” Meero reached down again and dragged one fingertip up Su-Jin’s sole. The girl shrieked at the touch. “The injection makes a woman’s skin exponentially more sensitive to touch.” She began to stroke Su-Jin’s sole with four fingers, and the younger woman began to thrash against the wrist and ankle cuffs.
“No! Stop!” And then the laughter erupted from her. Dedra’s other hand reached out for Su-Jin’s other foot, and the young woman’s back arched in tickled ecstasy.
“What’s so special about Aduba, Su-Jin? I’m not going to stop tickling your feet until you tell me, and you’re not going to last very long if I don’t.”
“EADU! EADU!” The laughter poured out of her body as she tried to shout.
“Eadu, you say? What do they want with Eadu?” She stopped tickling, and Su Jin drew in gasping breaths to recover from the unbearable tickling.
“I don’t know! Axis! He said something about Axis!”
Dedra’s eyes widened. “What about Axis?”
“Axis is planning an operation against the Kyber mine!”
“Good girl, Su-Jin! You see? The Rebellion only destroys things. The Empire? We’ll give you back the life that you dream of.”
Su-Jin’s voice squeaked. “Thank you.”
Meero’s blue eyes flashed. “Don’t thank me, little one. I still have to make sure we have something you want. That’s the only way we can get what we need.” She began to walk behind Su-Jin.
“Wait! Don’t! I’m not ready!”
“I know.” Meero’s fingers and thumbs grasped the girl’s hips, and she screamed at the intense tickling. One hand crept up towards her ribs, and the other slid down across her bottom and up between her thighs.
“No!”
The hand tickling the girl’s side never stopped as the hand between her legs began to pleasure her again. The tickling and the sexual touches strove against each other for what seemed an eternity, but soon the gasp of climax filled the room, and Meero once again stopped the tickling.
“Four weeks until your wedding day, young one.” The young woman panted and again began to cry. “If I were you I’d reach out to the rebel and let him know where to meet you for a secret information drop.”
Meero took up the tablet one last time, let Su-Jin’s feet reach towards the floor, and turned off the force-field.
Su-Jin stumbled towards her clothes to get dressed.
