Lita and Vetta

The Old Republic fan fiction about a female Sith warrior and her slave.

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Vetta paced back and forth in her cabin, anxiously awaiting the return of her recently acquired master, a female Sith warrior named Lita. She thought back on her history - her imprisonment and sale as a Twi'lek slave five years ago, the brief series of boring masters, her purchase and training by the Empire's agents on Drommund Kas, and now finally her new master Lita, who was now out and about in the spaceport shops. Lita had left a few hours ago, telling Vetta only that she that she was picking up some supplies for the ship that the Sith Lord had given Lita. She had also hinted that she was going to make good on her earlier promise to remove the slave shock collar if Vetta continued to behave herself and stayed in her cabin while Lita was gone.

"Oh, I behaved myself alright! I've kept fighting for you and watching your back just like a good little girl! Now I'm behaving by staying in my cabin here on the ship instead of poking around to see what all this ship has! Of course, its not like I've had much choice ... I can see the gleam in your eye every time you touch my shock collar's remote you crazy Sith!" Vetta shouted to the empty cabin. "Now get your ass back here and let me out of this damned collar!" Vetta shook her head and once more wondered over to the porthole and looked for her new master's returning form. "Well, at least I have a pretty master this time, not a fat freak or an old disgusting pervert like my previous masters," Vetta thought to herself. "I managed to avoid having to do anything severely disgusting or damaging with them, and I should be able to just keep that record going." Just then she spotted a hover taxi stopping in front of the landing pad. "Finally! Took you long enough now didn't it!" she shouted at the glas-steel porthole. Vetta watched as Lita dismissed the taxi and headed to the landing bay.

As she walked out of view, Vetta had to admit, her new Sith master was actually pretty cute for a cyborg female. Five foot six inches tall with blood red hair, a face like a pixie, a CyberLine jaw implant, and startlingly brilliant jade colored eyes, Her master had no trouble turning every head in the place when she walked into a cantina ... male and female alike. She couldn't weigh more than 120 pounds with a full load of gear. She was all slender, foxy curves, from her C cup chest to her thin waist to her perfectly shaped ass. Vetta privately called it the 'quicksilver hourglass' ... quick like silver to cut through any opposition, but hourglass enough to make any creature lucky enough to be in her company remember every second of the time spent with that figure.

Lita's figure actually reminded Vetta of her own slender yet curvy body. Of course, Lita didn't have the sinuous Le'kku that trailed from the back of Vetta's head, and Lita was a human shade of pink, unlike Vetta who was a lustrous sky blue. Also, Vetta considered her figure to have a bit more curve and softness than Lita's. Of course, Vetta also had her beat in the upper chest department buy a cup size or two.

"That girl is in a little TOO good of shape." Vetta thought, "Men don't like it when something that little and cute is that deadly … well, most men anyway!"

Lita also didn't have any tattoos yet, unlike Vetta, though Vetta had tried to persuade her briefly to get a twin line of dots on her forehead to match the lines of dots on Vetta's Le'kku. The insolence of asking her master to look more like her instead of the other way around was one of the few times that Lita had made thorough use of the shock collar. Vetta had decided it was a conversation best left for another day, once she stopped twitching. A strategic retreat, not a loss!

Vetta's two soft thick Le'kku were twitching with her impatience at the moment. "I wonder if she took so long because she was doing something to relieve her stress level? I hope so, she's been especially hard on me the past couple of days. Hmm, maybe she got a massage, or better yet, maybe she got laid! Nothing is a better stress reliever than a little rub and tug and thrust ... oh, right, the poor girl doesn't have Le'kku ... rub and thrust then, haha!" Vetta frowned, "Though its not like I've seen her in anyone's company so far. Hmm, I wonder if she just isn't into any personal relationships? Sith are a hard lot, maybe she doesn't care enough to bother? Woop, I hear her banging around out there, I'd better zip the lip, she doesn't like it when I talk too much! That, and it feels like I've been talking to myself an awful lot lately … hmm."

After a few more minutes of pacing in her room, the door to Vette's cabin finally opened. Lita grimaced at the expression on Vetta's face, "Don't even start with me slave! I've been busy stocking up on the last necessities for this ship. I was also looking for things just for you, so you should be grateful! Wipe that pout off your face or I'll wipe it off for you!"

"Well aren't we in a mood!" Vetta shot back, "And here I though some feminine time out shopping might help you relax! You know, after that last fight I suggested a spa, but noooo, we're far too busy running errands like a good apprentice."

Lita dropped the bag she was holding, "Don't push me right now Vetta, or I'll rethink removing your collar!"

Vetta sighed and bowed her head, "I'm sorry master, its none of my business what mood you're in. Do as you will."

"Better, but I can still tell you are pouting! Maybe I won't show you what is in this bag after all! Maybe you don't deserve anything!"

Vetta bowed her head "No, please Lita, I'd love to see what you brought me! I'm sorry, I just hate being cooped up for hours with no-one around!"

"Oh, I suppose I'll let you off this time. Though remember, its 'Master', not 'Lita'!"

Lita picked the bag back up and walked over to a chair next to the porthole. "The wretched shopkeepers kept me far longer than I had intended. They can never decide which they want more … to get to rip a Sith off for a little extra, or to give them everything for free to get them out of their door that much quicker. Must have been an off day, because most of them tried for the former. I had to choke one stupid Rodian half to unconsciousness before he realized that when dealing with a Sith, his superior in every way, that he should be willing to bring his prices down to a reasonable amount."

Vetta laughed, "Your not quite harsh enough on them when you walk in the door master. I've seen other Sith use the force to throw the shopkeeper and his patrons out of the shop entirely until they had selected what they wanted. Then they deigned to let the shopkeeper charge them only a 'exclusivity fee' for the goods that was half the value of the actual goods while also making them promise that they would clear the shop themselves the next time the Sith came around so as to not 'inconvenience' the high and mighty by making them dirty their own hands."

"I'll keep that in mind" Lita said dryly as she rummaged through the bags. "Now then, I have a gift for you before I remove the shock collar. Wearing these are my condition for removing the shock collar. If you don't comply, I won't remove the shock collar, no matter how well behaved you seem!"

"Anything you deem suitable, my master. Anything to get rid of this tiresome collar. It chafes so badly you know! I mean, how hard could it be to put just a little more effort into making these slightly less inconvenient?"

"Somehow I don't believe slavers have comfort in any part of their minds when thinking on how to control slaves! Fortunately for you, I do have your comfort in mind at least a little. I prefer your mind be on your work, not on your neck." Lita replied as she pulled some very expensive-looking boxes out of the bags. "These cost a small fortune, so you'd better be extremely thankful!"

Vetta wondered over to the table, holding her hands behind her back so her curiosity didn't make her rip the boxes apart. She was pretty sure that Lita wouldn't take kindly to her opening the boxes in haste. "CyberWear, eh? I've heard of them, but never seen any of their products. They make clothing that has integrated electronics and such right? Like, bracelets with tracking beacons, hats with com gear in the lining, glasses with integrated view screens? I'm impressed master, I didn't think you'd have heard of them. They mostly cater to the uppity snobs in Imperial high society and are pretty exclusive in their clients."

Vetta shrank back as Lita fixed her with a steely glare, "Oh, and a Sith Lord has no place in high society? We're just vicious killers with no links to anything else? IS THAT what you are implying?"

"No master, my sincerest apologies, I merely meant you seemed more refined than the usual petty people that run in those sorts of circles!" Vetta did her best to look as unoffensive as possible, hoping she hadn't just signed herself up for a lifetime of slave color chafe.

A moment later Lita relaxed fractionally, "True, they are usually a bunch of self important non-entities, clinging to the illusion of power granted them by Sith such as I. If they knew the true power that comes with being a Sith, they might not preen themselves quite so much. Yes, though, I do know plenty of those sorts. I have had to come to know some of them during my duties as an acolyte and now an apprentice."

"Indeed, master." Vetta sighed, relieved at her reprieve from Lita's often volatile temper.

Lita turned her attention back to the boxes and unsealed and opened the first one. Inside were a pair of odd silver … hmm, now what would one call those exactly? They looked a bit like cloth wrist warmers, but looked to thin to be warming. They had a definite metallic sheen to them, and had a triangular piece of cloth at the top with a loop at the tip that looked like it would go over the middle finger, which would have the triangular piece of cloth covering the back of the hand.

"Put these on." Lita commanded, pointing to Vetta's wrists.

Vetta picked up the long silvery bracelets and worked them slowly over each hand and down to her wrists, getting her middle finger in the loop so the cloth would sit correctly and not flap around. They were tight and cold initially, and felt like they were poking her skin somehow a little. Slowly though, the bracelets warmed up to skin temperature and settled a bit more comfortably.

"Make sure you have them just where you want them," Lita explained, "because once they sit there for a while they get harder to move around." She then opened up the next box. Inside were another pair of the silvery metallic cloth cuffs, but this time they looked to have a strip of the cloth off the bottom of the cuff that looked like it would fit under the bridge of the foot. "Now put these on."

Lita watched carefully as Vetta untwinned her leather wrap shoes and looked doubtfully at the metallic cloth.

"Master, what is this stuff? Why is this a condition of removing the shock collar?"

"Just put them on. You should know better than to question me. Do you want the collar gone or not?"

Vetta sighed inwardly and slowly pulled the cloth cuffs up to just above the ankle where it was snug, with the strap fitting tightly against the bridge of the foot. Once again, at first cold and tight, the metallic fabric slowly warmed to skin temperature and somehow shaped slightly to her ankle's contours. "Maybe this isn't too bad." she thought to herself.

Lita put the two boxes back into the first bag and then pulled another box out of a final bag. Vetta could swear she briefly saw a glimpse of amusement cross Lita's face as she slowly opened the lid partway. Vetta impatiently looked around the edge of the half-open lid and gasped. She felt her face slowly turn a much brighter shade of blue in embarrassment.

"What?! You're going to make me wear special lingerie you picked out?! What, is the condition of my collar being removed that I have to prance around in this and nothing else?!! I won't be much good to you in this, it kinda leaves me no real protection against the elements, much less blasters!" Vetta flicked her fingers at the beautiful, but questionable, silver metallic cloth bra and high-v thong contained in the box.

Lita fell back in the chair laughing, "Oh sithspawn, you should see the expression on your face, haha! Bet this wasn't quite what you had in mind was it? Oh relax a bit, it isn't the only thing you'll be 'prancing' around in, its just what you'll have to wear underneath whatever else you decide to wear each day. You see, once you put them on, they are actually the last lingerie you'll ever need. They are the height of techwear. They change settings to make themselves air or water permeable at need. They cleanse themselves constantly by repelling scents and oils with the slight piezoelectric field they generate, thanks to their nano-crystalline-metallic-weave structure. Of course, these do much much more than just the basic set, as I've had them altered significantly for our purposes." Lita leaned sat forward in the chair again, "Vetta, I trust you to an extent, but I don't trust you completely, and I never will. You are a slave in the Empire's space and you always will be. If you don't belong to me, you'll belong to someone else. I'm hoping you'll find me a not too terrible taskmaster, and I do need comfortable companionship on my long journeys as I rise up the ladder in the Sith ranks."

Vetta looked sourly back at her from where she had sank to her knees on the floor. "High tech, huh. What exactly did you have altered on it that I should know about before I decide to put them on?"

Lita looked down at her, "They have a shock function that is just as strong--"

"WHAT?! I thought you were getting RID of the shock! I didn't want to just trade getting shocks from a collar to getting shocks from my sensitives!!" Vetta snarled, interrupting her.

Lita just glared at her in silence for several moments, before finally replying slowly. "Vetta, Vetta, Vetta, did you really think I would give you total freedom? Were you not listening to what I just said? You are a slave in Imperial space. You must always have some restraints if I am to let you roam the ship and if I am to let you join me in wandering on planets and stations. However, a slave shock collar is basically one giant glowing plasma sign shouting to everyone in eyesight, 'Hello, I am a slave, and not to be trusted!'. Every time someone sees your collar it reminds them what you are. There is no guessing, no doubt, you simply are marked clearly as a slave. Now, that being said, would you not rather have that big glowing plasma sign turned off? Would you not like to roam the streets with me without every last person immediately identifying you as a slave? This will still link you to me, and if you get too far away without my override it will shock you senseless and alert me, but otherwise it will be largely invisible."

"What about these damned cuffs on my wrists and ankles? Won't people recognize them?!" Vetta shot back, still angry.

"While they will be recognized as fashion techwear, they are close enough in appearance to the base model that no-one would recognize that they also had alterations. The cuffs still display the time, planetary coordinates, and altitude when you tap the fabric. I made it very clear to the merchant I purchased these from that they must be nearly indistinguishable from the regular ones. They have a couple of extra colored lines in them from the high-capacitance weaves for the shock net, and the micro power source woven into the thong and bra are at the sides where they are a slight bit of extra padding that is hardly noticeable. You could run around in them and nothing else and all but a few select ... ah, circles ... of people would have no idea of their true capabilities, and that they could incapacitate you. Now are you going to put them on, or not?"

Vetta sighed, "I suppose they are better than the damned slave collar. What's to keep me from just taking them off though? I mean, the slave collar is locked around my neck, while these are just underwear. And what, by the way, are the rest of the 'enhancements' you mentioned?"

"Try to take one of the bracers off." Lita smiled.

Vetta glanced at her wrist and began tugging at the silver cloth. She pulled downwards on it violently, but it barely moved on her arm. "What the hell?!"

Lita grinned, "Don't pull it too hard for too long, or you'll risk a pretty harsh shock. The cloth extrudes a few tiny biometallic tendrils into the upper layer of your skin, making it extremely resistant to removal. You won't feel it, unless you pull even harder. If more than 50 percent of the fabric of the cloth is out of contact with your skin it will trigger a shock harsh enough to put you to sleep for several hours. If 90 percent of it is damaged or out of contact it will shock you enough to put you out for several days. If destroyed completely, well, I'll leave that to your imagination. This is actually two sets of shock collars if you will, the wrists and bra are one, and the thong and ankle wraps are another. When they are worn together, they distribute the percentage of material across all of the material. I rather thought you'd prefer to have plenty of material to spread out any possible damage in our escapades rather than just a single pair of wrist wraps or ankle wraps. They are actually pretty durable, as they are made out of a crystalline metal synthweave that can stand up to regular knife edges and even provide a bit of resistance to vibroblades, but unfortunately they don't fare as well against blaster fire or high thermal explosives. I rather think if you get a concentrated doses of either of the later though, you'll have worse things to worry about then getting shocked into unconsciousness. Of course, finally, I will still have a slave controller that can activate the shock among other things."

Looking up sharply, Vetta tugged at the cloth over her wrist one last time. "Well, certainly have the angles covered, I'll give you that! I do supposed its better than having this bulky shock collar chaffing my neck all the time. You also haven't explained to me what the other things you built into this are." She sighed, "Do I at least get some privacy while I put these on?"

"Sorry, no, both to answering about extras, and on the privacy."

"Wh-what? Why not?" Vetta sighed inwardly. So much for finding some way to fake putting them on.

"Your thoughts betray you. Do you forget so soon that I am Sith, a master of the force?"

Her face flushed, "No master."

A thought struck her as she stood up. Damned if she was going to let Lita off easily if she had any say in the matter. If she had to be embarrassed by having to get naked in front of her master for the first time, she'd see if she couldn't spread the embarrassment around a bit. "Well, we can have some fun with this then, haha. After all, with all the run and gun that we do, I hardly ever get to practice my more natural talents!"

Lita stared at her, "What?"

"Well, I have always loved dancing after all. If I have to strip down and put these on," she indicated the bra and thong, "I might as well do it in a fun way that lets me enjoy some dancing, right?" Vetta walked over to the com panel next to the door and queued up a list of music. "You don't mind if I pick, do you?"

Lita looked a bit startled, "Uh, well, I--"

"Oh good! I've always loved this song!" Vetta queued up a fairly slow steamy song, with lyrics she knew were all about hands caressing skin. It had always been a favorite of her dance instructors back in the day. They had always told her if this song didn't melt the plasteel in the spine of heartless patrons and turn them into drooling piles of goo, then nothing would.

Vetta slowly started swaying to the music, swaying her hips in slow circles. She let her hands slowly rise to the top of her head and slowly stroked her way down the back of her le'kku, sliding them around to her shoulders, and then slowly down the sides of her body. Not looking behind her yet, she slid her hands around around behind her back and slowly dipped her chest towards the floor, relishing the slow tension in her back as she brought her chest ever so slowly all the way down until she was pressed against the front of her legs. She had always been flexible, and now she got to use it again for more than just dodging blaster bolts.

She brought her le'kku around from her back to twine around her legs, enjoying the sinuous feel of their movement. As she straightened back out slowly she brought her hands up to her chest to slowly start to undo the fastener of her tunic. She pulled the microhook strip slowly apart, enjoying the feel of the cool ship's air caressing the skin she was slowly exposing. She turned slowly around, carefully placing one foot slowly in front of the other in a small dance that would tease her way to facing Lita.

When her eyes caught Lita's face she almost stumbled. Lita eyes were softly glowing green, and she looked extremely intent while watching the movements of Vetta's dance. "Great gods I hope I haven't made a fatal mistake." Vetta thought, "The green glow makes her eyes even brighter than usual! Oh well, I'm not backing down!". She looked away from Lita's face and continued her slowly undulating dance. As she finished undoing the closure of her tunic she slowly teased open the front of it, keep the edges just barely covering her nipples. As usual, the feel of the tunic's edge teasing her nipples made them slowly harden to small pebbles. She had always been taught that dancing to tease should be as much of a tease to the dancer as it was to the audience, and she thoroughly agreed. Plus, it gave her a small measure of control to get to pick how fast and what the audience got to see, and control was rare in a slave's life.

She flicked the edges of the tunic open and let it ever so slowly slide down her arms, revealing her perfect D-cup breasts framed perfectly in a lovely dark purple bra. When the tunic had slid to the tips of her fingers, she held it with one hand and slowly pulled it up in front of her, covering her front again momentarily before letting it drop from her hand to the floor. She slid it slowly aside with one foot, continuing the motion by doing a slow twirl, and letting her head fall back gracefully. She felt her le'kku spinning out in a slow circle around her as she slowly sank to the floor at the end of the twirl. She slowly reached back and undid the clasp of the bra, the release of tension actually letting her breasts round out even more perfectly. She slowly sank to her back, arching it, giving Lita a birds-eye view of her perfect cleavage. She slowly lifted one shoulder off the floor, pulling the bra strap off it, then lifted the other shoulder as well, pulling the strap off it as well. She slowly pulled the bra over her breasts, teasing a bit before finally sliding it off to the side and dropping it on the floor.

"You aren't out of the woods yet girl, you have a thong to put on too." Lita's voice sounded tight and slightly unfocused, which made Vetta grin.

"Oh, I'm not done yet, don't worry," Vetta laughed softly, pulling herself sinuously to her feet. She ran her hands slowly up and then down her breasts, feeling the coolness of the ship's air teasing her with its crispness. Her fingers caught on her hard nipples, tweaking them slightly, bringing a slight gasp to her throat.

She reminded herself silently, "I'd better not get too into this! I meant to make her feel uncomfortable, but I forgot just how much dancing itself turns me on! I won't give up yet, though!"

With her hips swaying back and forth provocatively, she finished sliding her hands down her chest, and slowly untied the string that was the fastener for her pants. She slowly pulled the lace from the crisscross fastener at the front of her pants, swaying her hips in time with the lace coming loose from each fastener. After pulling the lace free of the last fastener, she slowly turned away from Lita again, letting the top of the pants slide down inch by slow inch, revealing her smooth rounded blue ass to Lita as the pants finally dropped to the ground. She sank slowly to her knees on the floor and pushed her ass out towards Lita, spreading her legs slightly as she slid her knees backward on the floor. She looked back over her shoulder, wondering what Lita thought of her slave not having worn any panties today.

Lita just quirked an eyebrow at her, her eyes still softly glowing that strange, unnerving bright green light, "Well, that makes it easier to put the new ones on now doesn't it?" She lifted her hand and the box slowly moved off the table and set itself down beside Vetta.

Vetta shivered softly, not wanting Lita to know how much small displays like this frightened her. All the stories she had heard as a child about all the things a force adept could do …

Lita leaned forward suddenly, snapping Vetta out of her thoughts. "Well, I haven't let you off the hook. Put. Them. On. If you want the collar removed, that is. You can't dance your way out of this."

Vetta slowly turned to the box, looking over the bra and thong. Quietly she though, "Damned if I'm going to quit dancing … though I supposed these are worth it to get rid of that stupid collar. At least they will be less visible." She slowly pulled the bra from the box with one finger, gently dragging it over her skin. The music was at the quietest part, just a soft beat that always seemed to match her own heartbeat.

She slowly pulled the bra, which she now realized was strapless, around so she could see the back of it. The microlock on it suddenly released. Vetta glanced up to see Lita holding the new slave controller, her fingers having just tapped the combination of keys that would trigger the unlock mechanism. She noticed Lita was still intently watching Vetta's body, which continued to slowly writhe in time with the quiet beat of the music. Vetta leaned forward slightly and lay the bra over her stomach and pivoted slowly so she was face on to Lita, her entire body exposed. She knew just how beautiful she was, from the le'kku trailing softly from her head, to the perfect mounds of her breasts, to the slightly lighter trail of blue that led to her now rather moist, perfectly symmetrical, ever so soft, warm, and sensitive slit, with the six tiny tendrils that looked like miniature, and much more sensitive, le'kku that surrounded it. She knew even her cute dark blue rosebud of an asshole was beautiful to behold, and she kept it all meticulously clean.

She slowly looked up at her master, starting at the boots, moving slowly up her pixie-like figure, slowly to her face, realizing she was almost afraid to see what might be in her master's eyes now that she was so totally exposed. She gasped at what she saw. Lita's eyes were glowing a brighter green than ever, with tendrils of energy slowly whirling around them in a halo. The look on her face wasn't regular lust, but it was … lust for control. The love of controlling someone. The love of having someone's life in her hands, to do with as she saw fit.

Vetta quickly sat up and pulled the bra up under her breasts and clicked the microlock back together behind her. The bra instantly snugged up, tightening almost too much, drawing a squeak from Vetta. Looking down, she saw the bra moulded snugly to her breasts, pushing them up to form that perfect cleavage that Vetta had never been able to maintain in a regular bra. She reached for the thong and gasped when Lita's hand was suddenly there on her wrist, her grip like iron. She hadn't even seen Lita move, but Lita was suddenly on her knees beside her.

"You've been doing all the work, I'll help you a bit with these," Lita laughed softly. "Wouldn't want you to stress yourself too badly, after all, I'll need your services for quite some time to come."

Lita released her wrist, which Vetta drew back carefully. Lita picked up the thong and caressed the fabric, "It really is very soft and comfortable fabric once it is in place. Lift up your legs and I'll slide them on". She pushed Vetta back softly and Vetta sank down to her back again and lifted her legs. Lita lifted her legs even further in the air and indicated she should pull her knees to her chest. With her legs back, Vetta knew her master had an even better view of everything that Vetta now wished she hadn't flaunted quite so much. Lita slowly slid the thong up Vetta's legs, gently dragging the fabric along Vetta's soft calves and then thighs.

"You'll have to prop your butt up a bit so I can slip them under, Vetta."

Vetta slowly lifted her ass into the air and supported her lower back with her hands. Lita slowly slid the thong further up and further up, making sure it was going on evenly. The cold metallic fabric softly brushed against Vetta's sensitive slit and tendrils, making her gasp again. Lita didn't stop, and finished snugging the thong up so that it was tight and the sides made a lovely V shape. Vetta shivered slightly but the material soon warmed to skin heat as the others had. Lita ran one finger slowly along the front of the thong, from the top edge, down slowly over where her slit was covered, finally to where Vetta's asshole hid, making her gasp again.

"Yes, I do believe they got your size just right. I'm quite pleased indeed." Lita rose to her feet suddenly and pushed Vetta's head down. Vetta heard a couple of beeps and a click and felt the hated collar detach itself from her neck. Lita turned and quickly left the room, taking the collar with her.

Vetta heard the quiet click of the door lock engaging behind her. She let out her breath she'd been holding. "Yeah, I'm not playing strip chicken again with that girl. I'm not sure if I won or lost there." She got up and threw her previous clothes into the refresher. "Time for an extra cold shower I think …"