Katarn's Conquests

Episode IV: Smuggler’s Delight


Kyle and Jan walked in silence and rode the turbo lift back up to the command deck. As the lift’s doors opened, they were greeted by Leia.

“I’m pleased to see you aren’t injured.” Leia gave Kyle a wry grin. “I trust Rianna Saren wasn’t too hard on you.”

“Princess.” Kyle nodded, smiling easily. “It’s been a while.”

“I’m afraid I can’t properly reward you for what you’ve accomplished.” Leia said, her eyes glittering with mischief. “But my ship is departing shortly.”

“You’re leaving?” Jan asked. “Is anything wrong?”

“I’m taking the Death Star plans with me on the Tantive IV.” Leia sighed. “We can’t risk transmitting them from here.”

“That’s quite a risk.” Jan arched an eyebrow.

“You need me to come with you?” Kyle asked, his voice full of concern.

“I’ll be fine.” Leia assured him. “Besides, Mon Mothma has another assignment for you. She’s waiting.”

“Safe journey, Leia.” Jan reached out and shook Leia’s hand.

“Keep your head down, kid.” Kyle put on a brave face, but he felt a great deal of anxiety. Something told him that Leia’s journey would be anything but safe.

“Keep Kyle in line, Jan.” Leia said. She looked Kyle in the eye for a moment and then stepped into the turbo lift. The door slid shut and she was gone.

“She has more guts than I did at that age.” Kyle shook his head ruefully, staring at the lift’s closed door.

“Kyle, she’s eighteen.” Jan batted him on the shoulder. “Weren’t you a trained soldier by then?”

“Exactly.” Kyle nodded. “That girl is going places.”

“Well so are we,” Jan prodded him. “Let’s get to them.”


* * *


“I’m glad to see you are unharmed, Kyle.” Mon Mothma smiled as Kyle and Jan entered the briefing room. “I trust your conflict with Rianna Saren was satisfactorily resolved?”

“I was very satisfied.” Kyle winced at his word choice. He could sense Jan’s glare from beside him. He looked behind Mothma and saw Winter give him a subtle wink.

“We have a mission for you, Kyle.” Mon Mothma continued, either not noticing the tension between Kyle and Jan or ignoring it. “If successful, you may discover the origin of the Death Star itself.”

“Infiltration is one of Kyle’s best skills.” Jan nodded, shooting him a sideways glance. “He’s always ready to be inserted into… tight spots.”

“Winter, if you will?” Mothma turned to the snow-haired agent, once again seemingly oblivious to the double entendre.

“The Empire has been utilizing the services of the Black Sun crime syndicate since Palpatine rose to power. They supply material and slave labor for many of the Empire’s more secretive projects.” Winter spoke dispassionately, but Kyle could see the outrage in her eyes. “We’ve recently uncovered a new twist to their business relationship: Black Sun has begun supplying elite Imperial officers with recreational slaves.”

“Concubines?” Jan asked, appalled.

“Black Sun selects the best specimens based on physical prowess and even personality.” Winter explained.

“Personality?” Kyle frowned. “If the Emperor wants to jump in bed with a slave girl, what does he care what her personality is?”

“True, the female slaves are often picked exclusively for their sexual appeal.” Winter nodded. “But that’s where you come in.”

“Me?” Kyle blinked.

“A few days ago, Black Sun began acquiring male slaves. Despite the predominance of males in the Empire, several extraordinary women have risen through the ranks.” Winter said. “It seems they are interested in more engaging partners, both physically and intellectually.”

“What does this have to do with me?” Kyle asked a split-second before it hit him. “Oh, now wait just a damn--”

“Kyle.” Mon Mothma cut him off smoothly. “These concubines are allowed private access to the most carefully concealed installations throughout the Empire. You would be in a position to gather invaluable intelligence.”

“Yeah, but…” Kyle grimaced, trying to justify why his dignity was worth more than the fate of the galaxy. “But why me?”

“Winter has personally vouched for your qualifications.” Mon Mothma said evenly, a smile tugging at her mouth. “She has assured me that you are well equipped for the mission.”

Kyle swallowed hard and was quiet for a long moment. Winter’s face remained serene, but Jan was fighting to contain a fit of giggles. Kyle chewed his lower lip and nodded in silent acquiescence.

“Black Sun is currently browsing the slave markets of Orvax IV.” Winter continued. “You will be posing as a personal concubine from the House of Kira of Onderon. The hard part will be to gain the attention of the Black Sun representative.”

“I’ll do my best to be irresistible.” Kyle said sardonically. “When do Jan and I leave?”

“I’m afraid Captain Ors is needed elsewhere.” Mon Mothma spoke up.

“We’ve hired a smuggler to transport you to Orvax IV.” Winter continued.

“Who?” Jan and Kyle asked at the same moment.


* * *


“Platt Okeefe, at your service.” The female smuggler said in a cheerful voice. The hatch was already sealing behind Kyle, so he gave Jan a quick wave before following Platt to the freighter’s cockpit.

“Kyle Katarn,” Kyle nodded to her, fastening his safety harness as he sat down next to her in the copilot’s seat.

“Last Chance, you are cleared for departure.” A tiny voice came over the comm system.

“Thank you,” Platt said, her fingers dancing over the controls. The YT-1300 light freighter lifted off, sliding out the side of the Alliance frigate’s docking bay and into space. The off-set conical cockpit gave them a great view of the stars.

“Setting course for Orvax IV.” Platt said brightly, tapping a few commands. The stars elongated and then they were in the boiling light tunnel of hyperspace. Platt turned to Kyle and gave him an easy smile. “So, you’re gonna be a sex-slave. That has to be off-putting."

“It’s the mission.” Kyle returned her smile, shrugging his shoulders. He looked at her closely, getting a good look at her for the first time since boarding.

Platt Okeefe was a striking woman with long platinum-blond hair. A red and silver stripped headband wrapped around her forehead, holding her brilliant hair up out of her keen blue eyes. She wore a white blouse and matching skin-tight pants. A simple red vest complemented her headband as well as her red boots. A blaster-pistol was strapped to her right thigh. Platt Okeefe sat back in her pilot’s chair with relaxed confidence. Kyle liked her at once.

“You’ve worked with the Alliance before, Okeefe?” Kyle asked, resting his right ankle on his left knee and leaning back comfortably.

“A few jobs here and there. Please, call me Oakie. My friends all do.” Platt said cheerfully. “Anyway, the Alliance pays me and I get the job done, but I’m not exactly a joiner. If I mess up the Empire’s day, then that’s just a bonus.”

“I hear that, Oakie.” Kyle nodded in agreement. He felt like he was talking with an old friend he had just never met before. “I usually get paid to blow stuff up and blast stormtroopers. This mission isn’t exactly normal, but you probably knew that. I doubt the Alliance usually has you smuggling Onderon concubines to the Black Sun.”

“I thought it sounded a little weird.” Platt laughed lightly, but quickly sobered. “But Black Sun isn’t something to be trifled with. You know the risks, right?”

“Yeah.” Kyle sighed. “But the job is the job.”

“We’re a few hours from Orvax IV.” Platt glanced at the navicomputer. “I don’t suppose you have any thrilling stories to pass the time, do you?”

“One or two.” Kyle said casually.


* * *


Platt Okeefe set the Last Chance down just a few clicks from the slave markets while Kyle readied himself in his cabin. Kyle was going without any of his gear, wearing just a meager loin cloth. Wearing next to nothing was bad enough, but going on a mission without his shield generator or Bryar pistol was what gave him the feeling of being truly naked.

Platt met him by the loading ramp. Her eyes widened as she saw him in just the loin cloth, and she gave him a comforting pat on the shoulder.

“You look great, Kyle.” She assured him, looking up and down his muscular body. “You are in great shape.”

“Thanks, Oakie.” Kyle half-smiled, feeling extremely awkward. “Let’s hope the Black Sun representative thinks so.”

“Give me your hands.” Platt said. Kyle put out his arms and she secured his wrists with a set of binders. “There! Now you have the look.”

“Great.” Kyle sighed. “Let’s do this.”

The ramp lowered and Platt Okeefe led Kyle through the bustling streets full of rowdy aliens from all corners of the galaxy. Voices from a thousand worlds yelled bids while slaves murmured despondently.

They came to a small courtyard set just beyond the crowded streets in relative seclusion. A few dozen cushions were arrayed around the edge of the circular patio, upon which sat humanoid males, all wearing loins cloths. Beside each cushion stood the slave’s handler, and each handler had a female Twi’lek standing on the other side of the cushion. The Twi’lek women all wore extremely revealing attire, similar to the dancers Kyle had seen in hundreds of seedy cantinas across the galaxy.

“This is your spot.” Platt pointed to a nearby cushion and Kyle took a seat. Having his hands bound made sitting down slightly more awkward, but he was surprised by the softness of the cushion. It was quite comfortable.

“What are the Twi’leks for?” Kyle asked under his breath.

“I have no idea.” Platt shook her head, keeping for voice low. “Maybe they’re just for atmosphere. Uh-oh, put your slave-face on. I think the Black Sun representative is here.”

Kyle followed Platt’s gaze and felt his breath leave him. A gorgeous blond human woman entered the courtyard. She wore a from-fitting violet combat suit with brown leather shoulder pads and matching boots, and twin blaster-pistols hung from holsters strapped to her thighs. Her vivid blond hair shined with golden brilliance in the sunlight, cascading down over her shoulders. Bright blue eyes gazed out from her perfectly flawless face, scanning the courtyard with cold regard. Her body was sublime, and her combat suit did little to hide the fact that she was incredibly well endowed. Kyle had expected a grizzled thug, not an angelic beauty.

“Begin the demonstration.” The Black Sun woman ordered. Her voice was cool and detached, her face completely serene.

“What am I supposed to do?” Kyle whispered to Platt. He glanced around at the other male slaves, trying to catch on. “Should I just start flexing or... oh. Oh, hell.”

The Twi’lek women around the courtyard had begun stripping down. Once naked, the Twi’leks climbed down onto the cushions with the male slaves. As Kyle watched with wide eyes, the exotic alien women removed the men’s loin clothes and started mating with the enslaved males. Each took a different position; one male laid back and let the Twi’lek bounce up and down on his loins, while another man pinned his Twi’lek partner beneath him and rutted into her with brutal power. Kyle felt his stomach sink as he saw just how enormous each man was. Several were clearly better endowed than Kyle, and each had obviously been highly trained in sexual techniques.

“I can’t believe this.” Platt Okeefe hissed between her teeth, keeping her voice down so only Kyle could hear. “Why didn’t we know about this? The Alliance owes me one for this.”

“For what?” Kyle asked, blinking up at her.

“This.” Platt shrugged off her red vest and then slipped out of her white blouse. Before Kyle could so much as open his mouth, Platt was kneeling down onto the cushion facing him, the naked flesh of her pale breasts catching the sunlight. Platt wiggled her pants down over the curve of her slim butt and tossed them down with the rest of her clothes.

“Platt, you don’t have to do this.” Kyle whispered, but his eyes gazed at her naked body in front of him. She was in excellent shape, with lean muscle and modest but very perky breasts. Her platinum-blond hair shined vividly, and Kyle could not ignore the excitement he felt. Nor did it go unnoticed for Platt, either.

“A job is a job, right?” Platt asked with a grim smile and a wink, gesturing down to the bulge beneath Kyle’s loin cloth. “Let’s just enjoy it and show these slaves how it’s really done.”

“All right.” Kyle nodded with halfhearted reluctance. He would never have asked Platt to do this, but he wasn’t about to refuse. He had liked Platt Okeefe as soon as they met, and she was a beautiful woman. Things could have been worse. “So how do you want to do this?”

“Let’s see…” Platt glanced around at the other mating pairs. He nodded to herself after a moment and then caught Kyle’s eye. “Kiss me while we do it.”

“Why?” Kyle blinked, suddenly far more confused.

Platt reached down and unfastened Kyle’s loincloth, exposing his erect manhood. It pulsed rapidly in time with his heartbeat. Platt’s eyes widened a bit as she studied Kyle’s shaft, and it took a concentrated effort to look back up at his eyes.

“None of the slaves are kissing.” Platt said quietly. “There isn’t any passion; it’s just work for them. Make love to me.”

“Oakie…” Kyle swallowed hard, holding her gaze. “Let’s do this.”

Platt scooted toward him and Kyle raised his bound wrists above his head so she could press herself against him. Kyle lowered his arms, draping them down behind Platt’s naked body and letting his hands come to a rest on the gentle curve of her bare butt. He could feel Platt’s firm breasts pressing against his chest, and Kyle’s cock rubbed up against Platt’s bellybutton as she sat down on his lap facing him.

“You have a wife?” Platt asked, her lips just inches from Kyle’s. A strand of her platinum blonde hair dangled in front of her right eye. She looked beautiful.

“No.” Kyle shook his head. He cupped Platt’s butt in his hands and began to slowly knead her firm glutes. Platt’s eyes fluttered a moment and a smile spread across her face.

“That’ll make this easier.” Platt sighed with relief. Her hands moved over Kyle’s muscular back. “A girlfriend maybe?”

“Nothing serious.” Kyle grinned. “I’m a free agent.”

Kyle leaned in and pressed his lips against Platt’s neck just above her collarbone. He began kissing her smooth skin, working his lips up her throat. Platt let her head loll back, and she closed her eyes as she felt Kyle’s mouth move up toward her chin.

“That’s nice.” She murmured. Then Kyle’s lips were on hers and she melted against him. A moan escaped from her, smothered by Kyle’s gentle kiss. Platt’s arms wrapped snugly around Kyle’s back, pulling him tighter against her. Her tongue slipped past Kyle’s lips and dueled silently with his own. She felt his fingers dig into the firm muscle of her buttocks, and she shivered as his erection pulsed against her toned abs.

Platt’s right arm moved from Kyle’s back down between their legs. Her slender fingers curled around his thick manhood and she raised herself to line up their bodies for the inevitable next step. Their lips parted for a moment, and Platt stared down into Kyle’s eyes with warm affection.

“I’m glad we met, Kyle Katarn.” Platt Okeefe whispered breathlessly.

“The pleasure was mine, Oakie.” Kyle’s voice murmured huskily.

Platt came down on Kyle in one smooth motion, plunging his hard cock into her tight, wet sheath. A sharp squeal escaped Platt’s lips as she felt Kyle’s shaft fill her as she settled down onto him, finally coming to a rest in his lap. From tip to base, Kyle’s cock throbbed inside Platt’s vessel to the steady rhythm of his heart. Kyle’s bound hands tightened their grip on Platt’s butt and began churning her hips against him.

“Oooh! Oh that’s good!” Platt gasped, raking her hands down Kyle’s back as his thick cock stirred inside her, sending pleasure bubbling up through her entire body. Platt began adding her own techniques, twisting her hips slightly with each stroke, and she giggled as Kyle moaned pleasurably. She arched her back, staring down at Kyle’s ruggedly handsome face as she rode him. “Come here, you.”

Platt grasped the hair on the back of Kyle’s head and pulled him into a fierce kiss, their tongues wrestling eagerly. The moans and groans of the Twi’lek females and the male slaves seemed to become a distant murmur of no consequence. The universe seemed to reduce itself around Kyle Katarn and Platt Okeefe as they made love under the bright Orvax sun.

Kyle groped Platt’s firm butt, his powerful arms pulling her hips against him with relentless zeal. She rode him without the grace of Winter or the youthful lust of Leia. Platt was a tender lover, and each stroke of her hips was filled with the same warmth as her smile. The pleasures coursing through Kyle’s cock were intoxicating nevertheless, and Platt’s muffled moans of ecstasy told him that she was enjoying herself as well.

They continued on, kissing leisurely as their bodies rocked together to a steady rhythm. Minutes slipped by unnoticed as pleasure ebbed and flowed between them with each stroke of Platt’s hips. Eventually, the pleasure escalated beyond her control.

“I’m…I’m going to…” Platt gasped, breaking their kiss for the first time in what seemed an eternity. “Are you close?”

“Yeah….aaargh!” Kyle moaned, clenching his teeth. He had been fighting off an orgasm for the last few minutes, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last.

“Come on!” Platt urged him, riding him faster still. “Go ahead! Come with me!”

“Yes! YES!” Kyle hissed through his teeth, his eyes clamped shut as he let his orgasm explode. His muscular body shook as ecstasy took hold. His cock shook inside Platt’s hot flesh, pumping his seed into her.

“Aaaah! Yeah! AAAAHHH!!!” Platt Okeefe convulsed against Kyle, her inner muscles clamping down on his hard shaft as he filled her with liquid fire. She smothered Kyle’s lips in a deep kiss as they both rode out the rest of their orgasm, savoring the beautiful harmony between their bodies while it lasted.

Finally their muscles relaxed, and Platt pulled back from their kiss to give Kyle a sweaty grin. Her mouth opened to say something but then her eyes widened as she glanced past his head. Kyle craned his neck around and saw the golden-haired Black Sun representative standing over them, her almost unnervingly perfect face staring down at them with no discernable expression.

“You are the handler?” She asked Platt flatly.

“Handler and owner.” Platt nodded. Kyle marveled at how quickly and calmly she went into character considering she was completely naked and still impaled on Kyle’s slowly relaxing manhood. Platt extended her hand to the other woman. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Platt Okeefe of the House of Kira of Onderon.”

“Guri.” The blond woman introduced herself coolly, obviously not interested in small talk. “You do not have a Twi’lek assistant.”

“Well, Kyle here is my personal favorite.” Platt shrugged easily, swiping an errant strand of her silvery hair away from her eye. “I wasn’t about to sell him without getting one last round out of him. I’m still not sure I want to part with him.”

“He is your personal concubine?” Guri asked. Her voice betrayed nothing.

“I don’t make it a practice to rent out my prize stud.” Platt frowned indignantly. “But I’m strapped for credits, and a girl can’t live off multiple orgasms alone.”

“Fifty-thousand.” Guri said camly.

“One million.” Platt shot back immediately.

“One-hundred thousand.” Guri’s face remained impassive.

“Five-hundred thousand.” Platt held her gaze unblinkingly.

“Done.” Guri nodded curtly. “I will take possession of him now.”

“So soon? Ooooh!” Platt gasped as she dismounted Kyle and got to her feet. “You have my credits on you?”

“Half will be deposited in the account of your choice now,” Guri explained flatly. “The rest will be paid upon the satisfactory outcome of the tests.”

“Tests?” Platt asked, gathering up her clothes.

“I must determine his effectiveness.” Guri said as she reached down and grasped Kyle’s arm, hauling him up onto his feet with amazing strength. She was exactly as tall as Kyle, but he could have sworn he’d just been manhandled by a wookie.

“You?” Platt asked, her eyes widening. “You’re going to test him out yourself?”

“Correct.” Guri nodded.

“Go easy on her, Kyle.” Platt gave him a wink.

“Holding back would be unwise.” Guri said dispassionately, leading Kyle away.

Kyle glanced back over his shoulder and saw Platt Okeefe give him a brave smile, but he could see the fear in her eyes. While Kyle was unnerved by Guri’s amazing strength, part of him was eager to find out what else about the blond Black Sun vixen was also extraordinary.

He only hoped he would live to tell the tale.