Revan's Slave

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Stars flashed to starlines, and the Ebon Hawk was in hyperspace. Revan, former Sith Lord, now the hero of the Republic, double-checked that the autopilot was properly enabled before slipping out of the pilot’s seat. He started down the hallway to the common room, making a brief stop in the navigation center to let T3-M4, his astromech droid, to make sure the autopilot kept the ship on the right course. Reaching past the assassin droid HK-47, deactivated at the moment, Revan stowed slipped something from a cabinet into his robes.

Bastila Shan, clad in her usual jumpsuit, greeted her lover as he exited the hallway.
“I assume that the ship is headed for the right planet, love?”
“Of course. Unless the autopilot and T3 were to both malfunction....” Bastila chuckled, and Revan continued. “We’ve got several hours to kill… Perhaps you are a little overdressed?” he winked suggestively.
“Well, there is that possibility. However, I suggest we get in some combat practice. There are still Sith assassins hunting the Jedi.” Revan looked a little disappointed at her comment, but then an idea came to him.
“Then perhaps a practice duel is in order. However,” he grinned at her, “let’s raise the stakes. Loser does a striptease for the winner. Okay with you?” Bastila paused before answering, as if thinking it over.
“I suppose that will do. But make it more… interesting. He who strips must submit to the winner.”
“You mean she who strips, Bas.”
“Only if you win.”
“I plan to.”

The sounds of a vicious lightsaber battle echoed through the Ebon Hawk. Both Jedi were skilled fighters, and time and again Bastila’s double-ended saber crashed against Revan’s dual blades. By unspoken agreement, perhaps carried through their Force bond, neither called upon the Force to gain the advantage. Blade crashed against blade, neither combatant giving any ground. Yet the battle was slowly beginning to lean in one’s favor. Despite all her efforts, Bastila found herself on the defensive. And then, it was over. With a twisting flourish Revan sent her yellow lightsaber clattering across the room. As the blade flew from her hand, Bastila sank to the floor. She looked up at Revan’s grinning face.
“Alright. You win.” The defeated Jedi stood up and walked to the center of the room, Revan’s gaze following. As he deactivated and stowed his sabers, Bastila began to slowly unzip her jumpsuit, her back to Revan. The material slowly descended, first revealing her shoulders and then, as it approached her waist, the brown back strap of her bra. Her lower half still fully clad, Bastila slowly turned to face Revan. Winking, she bent down to pull the suit farther, giving her watcher a rather pleasant view. With the clothing pooling at her ankles she sat back to pull off one boot and then the other. Tossing these to the side, she stood back up, kicking off her jumpsuit to join her boots. Again turning her back to Revan, Bastila, clad only in her brown bra and panties, reached back to release the clasp of her bra. She slowly lowered it away from her chest, sending it to join the rest of her garments. Her hands covered her nipples as she turned to the other, slowly fondling her own breasts. Revan gazed as she gave one final squeeze before slowly lowering her arms, revealing the full beauty of those orbs. Hands now on the hem of her last garment, Bastila pulled her panties down slowly, revealing her unshaven crotch. The final piece of cloth landed on the pile with her others, and she stood naked before he lover.
“Very nice, Bas! Now,” he grinned, “for the second part of the deal. You remember that?”
The nude Jedi nodded and Revan smiled.
“Good.” He stepped towards her, producing a circle of metal from his robes with a soft click the collar was locked into place. It was not ornate, but it was unique. Near the hitch for a leash was a dimly glowing light and at the clasp a small fingerprint scanner. “That collar will only open for those whose fingerprints it has on record, which happen to only be mine. That is not its only special trait. As you have probably already realized, it blocks the wearer from using the Force.”
“That includes our bond it seems.” Bastila commented.
“Correct. As long as you wear that we will be unable to read each other’s thoughts, though there will be no permanent change. Once the collar is removed you will have full use of the Force again.” Bastila nodded.
“So I suppose this means I am you slave, Revan?” Her tone was slightly cold.
“That was the deal, Bas.”
“I said submission, not…”
“Submission means I get to decide what happens, Bas.” Revan interrupted her protest.
“I suppose so. So what now, master?” Bastila slipped into the role of the slave.
“First you gather all your clothes. Bring them to me in the cargo hold.”
“What for, master?”
“You will find out, slave.” Revan grinned wickedly.
“Yes master.” The naked woman stooped to pick up the outfit she had stripped. Bundling them up for ease of transport, she headed to their quarters to gather the rest. Entering the cargo bay, she found Revan standing by an open plasteel cylinder.
“Put them in here.” Bastila, still not entirely sure what Revan had planned, deposited her load into the container. Revan slid the lid shut and locked the container.
“Like your collar, this container will only open for me.”
“Then you are going to select what clothes I wear, master?” Bastila thought she understood.
“Not quite.” Revan grinned. “I don’t plan on opening this for the rest of the trip.” He laughed at the shocked expression on his lover’s face.
“That… that means I will have to be nude the… the whole time…” Bastila stammered, the idea most certainly not appealing to her. “How can I leave the ship?”
“Public nudity is legal on most worlds, slave.” Revan smirked.
“But… but… the whole trip?”
“We had not set a limit on how long the submission would last. It may continue even longer than the duration of this trip.”
“Don’t I get any say in this?” Bastila was not at all pleased with how this was going.
“No. You had your say when we agreed on the terms.”
“I didn’t expect…”
“That doesn’t matter. Until I say otherwise, if I say otherwise, you are my slave. Understand, love?” Bastila bowed her head at his words.
“Yes, master.” She had agreed to this. And Revan was right. This was fully within the bounds of the agreement.
“Good. Now, I think that hair,” he gestured at her crotch, “obscures the view of your pussy a little bit too much. Shave it off.” He withdrew a powered shaver from somewhere in his robes and tossed it to her.
“Master, I…” Bastila began to protest.
“Do it.”
“Yes, master.” Bastila lowered herself to the floor and flicked the on switch. The gently humming device tickled the sensitive flesh as she removed the hair from her most private area. Blushing slightly, she switched the shaver off and tossed it to Revan. He stowed the device, then looked at his slave.
“Well now, we still have a couple hours left. What shall we do?”