Tentacle Covered Chaos 17: Seduction Under a Black Sun

Tentacle Covered Chaos

Chapter 17: Seduction Under a Black Sun

<<<Vos>>>

“What have I stumbled into now?” Foolish of him to assume that observing the Council’s latest subject of interest would be straight forward or even remotely simple.

If anything Poppy painted a very grim picture regarding the possible future of the Republic and the galaxy at large. Which certainly wasn’t helped by the fact that the Republic, well before now, had been in a slow decline. Most didn’t notice it, and those that did couldn’t really do anything to reverse the downward trend.

And those that tried were quickly silenced by those that preferred the current status quo. A ‘damned if you do, damned if you don’t’ situation really.

But on the other hand, having an entire warfleet under the control of a paranoiac parasite infected woman wasn’t the greatest thing in the world either. Even if the ships involved were out of date, they were still massive capital ships and, more importantly, there were two hundred of them. The only saving grace was that she wanted jedi officers involved in training and commanding the force.

There’d be some level of balance in it at least.

“Now then, this little plan of mine is…” Poppy coughed, “Expensive, even with cheap black market shit, but I know where I’m getting the money from. Downside, you aren’t going to like it?”

Vos wondered if this was the day he would take up drinking?

“Poppy, none of this is to my liking,” He admitted bluntly, “But continue.”

“Oh good,” She replied with a smile, “I was worried for a moment there. I’m going to rob the Black Sun criminal syndicate and steal a few million credits from them.” She smiled again, hands going together as though she saw no problems with this statement. “Any questions?”

“Man, that drink is really tempting…” Vos simply rubbed his forehead, “You do realize the Black Sun syndicate has a reputation, right? How do you plan to steal a ‘few million’ credits from an organization nearly as paranoid as you and twice as cutthroat?” He asked, morbidly curious despite himself.

“Only nearly as paranoid,” She replied, “They have far worse informational control than I do. Fair’s fair, I don’t use as many agents as them. That, and their slavers are very, very stupid with absolutely no training in dealing with… intoxication, shall we say? Just to avoid confessing to crimes, you see.” Her innocent expression made him sigh. Was it too much to ask for her to not also drug people?

“I hate the fact I can’t disagree…” Vos muttered, having dealt with his fair share of slavers since becoming a Knight years prior.

Poppy didn’t giggle at his comment, but the Jedi knew she was amused by it.

“So I know where they handle large slave transactions or, rather, I know where they deliver payments too and give their ‘product’,” She winked at him, her amusement rising, “I was going to do it on my own, but since you’ve graciously volunteered I figure we go in, you free the slaves as this big Jedi PR win while I rob them blind. We all win.”

“... Well, the Jedi do need the reputation boost…” Honestly since the beginning of the war the Jedi Order had been on shaky ground. They’d settled into being an order of peacekeepers and defenders, it had been so long since they acted as aggressors in a conflict.

Though he imagined certain warhawks on the Council were enjoying the chance to ‘return to their roots’ or whatever justification they were using. Honestly he worried if the war continued to go back for the Order the Council would be forced to turn a blind eye to Jedi that grew too aggressive and violent.

“Alright, how’s this going to work?” Vos asked.

“I’m glad you asked,~” Poppy purred seductively, hand stroking his cheek. “They know I’m looking for them, so they’ll be on the lookout for me… they won’t be on the lookout for a poor… innocent… slave girl…” She whispered, “One with a collar and chain around her throat, looking oh so very pathetic and… vulnerable.”

Her tongue licked her lips and Vos had to remind himself that she was self admittedly addictive to keep his wits about him.

“You could bring me to the site in disguise, or maybe another agent that you trust,” She explained, “Then the trap is sprung.”

“... Sorry, my job was to keep an eye on you,” Vos said with another sigh, “Well, this is better than just sitting around watching you. Come on…”

She laughed, more of a giggle really, and said, “You don’t want to see me in a belly dancer’s outfit? Gold chains, nice and skimpy?~”

“... No…” Vos deadpanned.

“You are a terrible liar,” She noted with a wink.

“And you are a pain in the ass,” Vos retorted, earning a light spank to his ass.

“You know it, sweet cheeks,~” She purred before stepping away, “But I’m not hearing a ‘please stop trying to seduce me’ either…” Her grin widened as she slipped away, “I’ll be putting on my outfit now.~”

Vos just gave a sigh of bone deep exhaustion, despite having done nothing physically demanding, “The Force is testing me, isn’t it?” He wasn’t sure if that made things more tolerable or not, “Or did that one woman from Alderaan curse me somehow?” Honestly, it wouldn’t be the oddest thing to happen to him.

He… tried to suppress the flash of arousal when the girl had come out of her bathroom. A few of her facial features had changed, made softer it seemed, and her hair was dyed a light blonde, but her outfit…

Vos considered it a testament to his experience that he didn’t blush at the amount of exposed skin. And the way she was moving wasn’t helping!

Between pasties on her nipples, connected together with golden chains, no panties, a nearly see-through extremely short skirt, and a golden collar that somehow made her breasts even more emphasized than they already were…

“Force give me strength…” He was a man, after all, and to say Poppy didn’t get a reaction would be a lie, and while the Code didn’t say anything about casual dalliances… Vos wasn’t eager to see what would happen seeing as Poppy was infested by a parasite.

“Do I look the part of a well trained pleasure slave?~” She asked with a purr, “Can I get that cloak next to you? It wouldn’t be good for either of us to be seen walking out of here with me looking like this. Best to reveal it when we get to the right place, no?” Then she held out a thin chain for him to hold, “Of course, you’ll need this to look the part…”

It wouldn’t hold up to even a determined pull, but that wasn’t the point. It was clearly supposed to be decorative, to establish control over her while showing she was trained. It was rather thoroughly thought out and prepared for something on short notice…

“This was going to be used in a different plan, wasn’t it?” Vos asked, “Also you’re enjoying this far too much…” He added dryly.

“Yeah, but I can get another and can’t a girl feel pretty without getting teased over it?” Poppy said, “Now, shall we?”

He sighed, it was going to be a long, long day…

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<<<Poppy>>>

Vos was pretty fun to tease, sure he had excellent control of his reactions but that didn’t mean he didn’t react to her antics. And while she knew she was sexy, knowing she could rile up an experienced Jedi like Vos did her confidence rather well (not that it was ever in doubt, but sometimes having some affirmation did a girl good).

Now she was dosing him with many, many pheromones to ensure he’d never betray her. They’d boost his mood and arousal while was was around her, and towards her, and quickly metabolize out of his body when he wasn’t with her. Perfectly addictive.

Was it highly unethical and morally reprehensible? Absolutely, however paranoia was a helluva drug. Especially when you knew just how thoroughly and utterly fucked the galaxy was in general. It made any moral hangups easy to ignore.

Something that made this much more effective was the tight quarters within the vehicle he was taking her in.

A gentle touch here, a brush there, and a few seductive whispers were all it took to ramp things up further. It wouldn’t be long until he surrendered to his desires.

“Dammit stop it…” He hissed, “I know what you’re doing…”

“Seducing you?~” She purred, eyes shining, “You love it, don’t lie.~” Then she shrugged, a languid and soft movement that made her breasts show through the cloak. “But if you want me to stop, I will.~”

He’d submit to her in time. Then she’d be safe. Safer, anyway.

“How close are we?” She asked after a moment.

Vos have a faint sigh of relief, “About… two hours out,” He said before he eyed her, “... Do I even want to know what you’re planning?”

“It’s simple, really,” She started with a grin, “You approach them as a seller, tell them that you’ve grown bored of me, I’ll be put in with the other slaves as you ‘negotiate’ and then I’ll break free and start stealing shit while you call some Jedi backup.” Her hand waved slowly through the air. “Any questions?”

“Fair,” Vos said, “What if things don’t go as you expect?”

“Oh, that’s simple,” She replied, “We start killing the criminal scum until morale improves.”

“... Why not?” He muttered, probably more to himself than her, “When has violence ever failed to solve anything…”

“Usually when you don’t apply enough of it,” She replied with a grin as she put her legs up on the dash, showing them off even more. “Or in the right places.”

Vos just grumbled, though Poppy is fairly sure she heard ‘Force damned tease’ and ‘I will not fuck the host of an unknown parasite’ and… some things in what she was pretty sure was Huttenese?

She giggled, stretching a little more as she relaxed in her seat.

“Truthfully, I wonder what security they really have. I doubt it’s much, too much activity would draw eyes,” She said, putting her hands behind her head and pushing out her breasts more, her nipple pasties visible through the cloak now, “Expect mines, maybe an emplaced turret or two, and some biometric systems.”

“You think too highly of them,” Vos said dryly as he kept his eyes focused on driving, “I know they don’t have anything more than basic security measures with their own men manning the stations. Keeps the illegality of it all from getting out, say with you will about the Black Sun they run a tight ship in regards to security leaks.”

“How many droids do you think?” She asked, “I know they work with the hutts and probably the Confederacy…” A shrug made her breasts bounce again. “Regardless, I’m going to kill any of the rapists I see; they give horny bitches like me a bad name.”

“... Well, at least you have your priorities…” Vos muttered, clearly he didn’t have any real tolerance for rapists as well.

“Good,~” She purred, toes wiggling as she spread ever more pheromones.

The rest of the ride passed in silence, only changing as they neared their destination and Vos gruffly told her to get ready.

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Slowly, seductively, she stripped herself and began strutting; handing Vos her chain with a sultry smile. “How do I look?~ And be honest.~”

Vos just closed his eyes, “Like a pleasure slave that’s been given top shelf training…” He said in a monotone, which Poppy took as a win with an impish smile.

Soon she’d have even more protection for when everything inevitably went to absolute shit and she had to hide in some forgotten corner of the galaxy! No, she wasn’t pessimistic; she preferred to think of herself as a realist.

She damn well knew despite everything she did and was doing, the simple fact was the game was heavily stacked against her.

Her head was bowed as she was ‘pulled’ into the slaver den. Slavery was technically illegal on the planet, but that didn’t stop anyone; not that the law was commonly enforced. There were far, far bigger fish to fry with the CIS and other wartime enemies. Even before that, well, the hutts paid big money for people to ‘ignore’ things.

There was also the whole ‘Out of Sight, Out of Mind’ thing many Republic citizens suffered from. If the problem didn’t draw attention, then there was no problem after all! Honestly, Poppy was fairly sure it was that belief which initially led to the rot the Republic had been suffering from.

The initial weapon checks passed with flying colors, helped by Vos’s outfit shielding his lightsaber from scans and, well, she was the weapon on her end.

Then he started negotiating and things went horribly wrong. She wasn’t entirely sure what twigged them either. Remote biometric scans? Or they’d recognized Vos in spite of his hasty disguise? Either way, the weapons had come out.

“The downside of being a successful agent…” Vos muttered to himself as he pulled his lightsaber and started bouncing blaster fire away from himself and Poppy, and sometimes throwing them right back to their shooter.

Not to be outdone, tentacles exploded forth from her flesh to impale attackers and, further, inject venoms into them to speed their demise… and rifle through their pockets for credits.

“Why can’t things ever go to plan?” Vos grunted as he used Force Push to throw some thugs into the wall, cratering it as they laid crumpled, “Honestly you’d think they’d be thrilled! Profit hounds the lot of them, they should’ve laser focused on the ‘top shelf pleasure slave’ that they could make a massive profit on! But no!” Okay, Vos was obviously venting and Poppy felt it was wise to simply leave him to it.

Poppy shrugged as she formed bone shields to block attacks from an emplaced turrey, “We were cursed to live in Interesting Times?” She suggested, skipping her way towards where they kept slaves; something that made her everything bounce in oh so pleasant ways. “Want to take one in alive?” One of her tentacles had wrapped around a grunt’s throat, it wouldn’t be hard to not kill him…

“It would probably be wise to do so…” Vos muttered.

“Easy, done!” She replied, pouring a knockout drug into the thug’s body before letting him drop and marking him with a pink, and non-toxic, ink. “Marked him!”

Vos just rolled his eyes at that. “Of course you use pink,” He said dryly.

Poppy squinted at him, “Is that a bit of schadenfreude I hear?” She teased. “It’s just very bright and easy to spot.”

“Yes,” Vos said without a bit of shame.

“Ha!” Poppy called out with a smirk, ripping the throat out of a thug trying to pull a grenade on them, “Your weapon is much cleaner than mine. At least where blood is concerned. Very useful for making sure crime scenes aren’t too… hard to deal with.”

 Vos just shrugged, “It’s a civilized weapon… except when it isn’t,” He said, “Lightsabers can be brutal in unexpected ways.”

“Burn wounds are a bitch,” She agreed, cupping a mine in a bone half-sphere before it detonated and cracked the ground. “They may try to blow us up. We should hurry. I’ll go after the cash, you free the slaves? You good with that?”

She was aware she was already talking, and moving, fast for a humanoid; but Vos could keep up. He was a Jedi Knight, after all, and a skilled one at that.

“I am,” Vos said as they proceeded to split up, the Jedi heading to the ‘Merchandise’ whereas Poppy went to find the safes to syphon away as many credits as she could.

They were locked, and with quite nice locks if her research had anything to say about it, but that didn’t matter when she could simply tear the door off its hinge to scoop all of the credits, and other valuable items, out. Safes, cabinets, and drawers were easy grabs. She didn’t take any weapons or tech, too easy to track, but the credits, gold, platinum, and similar? Those were easy to grab.

Honestly? If Palpatine wasn’t such a threat, she would’ve been giddy to liberate so much wealth from slaver scum. Unfortunately, Palps was still a thing, so she couldn’t. Though it would make a good beginning for any plans she had or would make in the future!

Assuming she had any left after her purchases anyway.

The building shook, knocking some plaster off the walls. That was a good sign to leave.

She slowed down as she arrived at the nearest landing pad; one that happened to have a few prisoners, all of the slaves, Vos, and police enforcers. “I’m glad there’s such a welcoming committee for me,~” She purred, skipping towards Vos, “It wasn’t too hard to handle without me, was it?~”

Vos just snorted, the slaves just awkwardly shuffled or giggled, while the enforcers tried (and failed) to not stare.

“Surprisingly simple,” Vos said, “Usually the Black Suns are on top of their game. Must’ve been where they send the slackers.”

“Likely,” She agreed, “Think the captured idiots will give info that’ll help, or not so much?”

“Eh… maybe,” Vos said, “But how much of the information will be genuinely useful? That’s the real question. But still… not bad for a spur of the moment operation,” He added, giving Poppy a nod in congratulations.

“Then I think I deserve a reward,~” She purred, getting closer to him, “Don’t you?~”

Vos eyed her suspiciously, “Depends… none of your tricks I hope…” 

She smiled wider, “Oh no, this will be very… direct.~”

Poppy grabbed him before he could object and pulled him into a deep kiss, tongue going down his throat as she moaned.

The enforcers just stood around awkwardly while the former slaves whistled and cheered their saviors on.

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