Fine Art [NSFW]

	It had been two years since his demotion, and Commandant, well, Lieutenant Cumberlayne Aresko found himself at the end of another long day at the Lothal spaceport.  Back then he would have been leading field ops to track down those blasted rebels, but now, he was relegated to customs duty.   With the Imperial fleet scanning the cargo of most ships before they even made atmosphere, Aresko's post was by far one of the most boring jobs in the Empire.  Sure, some smugglers would slip through the cracks, but they were smart enough not to offload at the spaceport, where it was almost guaranteed that they would be discovered.  He was little more than a tax collector, enforcing the tariffs that funded the Imperial rule of Lothal.
	He just had to go and inspect one last ship before he could call it quits for the night.  The long hours had been taking their toll on him, and with how drained each day left him feeling, it seemed like all he did when he wasn't working was sleep.  The ship was located in the industrial shipping area, on the complete opposite side of the spaceport.  His two years at the facility had allowed him to figure out that the main corridors were not always the quickest routes, and had taught him almost every shortcut through the massive complex.  If he went though the bulk storage area, he could cut ten minutes off of his walk.  Despite his demotion, Aresko did his best to maintain efficiency in his service to the Empire.
	Wandering his way through the seldom traveled gaps between the tower-like stacks of shipping containers, he reviewed the stated contents of the ship.  Mining equipment did seem to be the flavor of the month on Lothal.  Something felt off to him, as though someone was following him.  This late at night, he should have been the only one in the area.  Trying to shake off the feeling, he returned to his datapad and rounded the corner of another towering stack of containers.  “WHAP”  The world suddenly seemed to tilt on its side.  “Oh, wait, no, that's me falling over,” he though to himself, his mind vaguely registering that something had struck the back of his head.  Just before impacting the ground, Aresko thought he caught a glimpse of a Mandalorian holding some sort of a club as his eyes drifted shut.
	The past few months had been a dry spell for the crew of the Ghost.  With no missions or supply runs to make, Sabine had to make her own fun.  Vandalizing Imperial property had been enough to keep her occupied at first, but with the idiocy of the stormtroopers hardly making it a challenge, it quickly lost its entertainment value, although not before she had repainted no less than a dozen TIE's, three AT-ST's, the armor of twenty-five stormtroopers, a Lambda-Class Shuttle, and even sprayed a less than savory depiction of a certain Togruta Jedi Master across the side of an AT-AT.  The last one had been her best work by far.  The paint that she used was specially formulated to stain the armor of the vehicle itself, rather than simply form a pigmented layer over it.  For three days, anyone who walked by the Imperial garrison on Lothal could see the crew of the walker hanging off of the vehicle attempting to remove her lewd craft from the side of their machine.  It didn't help that she had painted it as realistically as she could, dropping her favored caricaturized style for one more similar to that of a pinup artist.  With how expensive the replacement of the armor plating would be, it was ultimately decided just to leave it.  Ever since then, one would occasionally see a walker trundling along with a red skinned woman pleasuring herself with her own lekku painted across the entirety of its left side, with the words “The Love Shaak” sprayed in stylized Aurebesh below it.  If the information from her time at the Imperial Academy on Mandalore was still accurate, the Jedi in question was still believed to be alive and at large, and her image on the side of one of the Empire's walkers, especially in such an unsavory fashion, would surely be an embarrassment to the ISB agents stationed at the garrison, as well as any of the commanding officers in the Lothal System.
	As proud as Sabine was of her work, that had also been the night that the entertainment was sucked out of her vandalism.  No less than seven patrols had passed under her as she worked.  She was unsure if they legitimately didn't notice her, or just didn't feel like dealing with her.  As many times as she had hit that garrison, it was entirely possible that the commander of the garrison had realized the futility of trying to capture her, and had put out orders to ignore her as long as she wasn't breaking anything.  Remembering what had transpired between Ahsoka and that trooper in the alleyway two years ago had given her an idea.  She didn't want to target a random trooper however, she wanted more of a challenge.  She remembered an officer presiding over the Empire Day celebrations that same year.  In particular, she remembered the way that Minister Tua had looked at him that night.  Going after him would kill two Lothrats with one stone:  It would satisfy her own desire for a challenge, while taking something that Tua clearly wanted.
	It hadn't taken long to figure out who the officer was.  The Empire had made his demotion rather public on Lothal in an attempt to shame him.  After that, however, came the difficult part.  For two months she had stalked her prey.  She studied his habits, his likes, his dislikes, what he ate for lunch on each day of the week, all while remaining hidden.  Whether she was just another face in a distant crowd, perched atop the containers that covered the spaceport, or hiding in the bushes just outside his office window, he never had the slightest clue that he was being watched.  Sabine learned exactly what routes he took, the areas he avoided, and his schedule.  Tonight, she had finally gotten the chance to pounce.  A falsified report of a freighter needing inspection on the other side of the spaceport was all it took to lure him into her trap.  Without access to the Force like Ahsoka had, Sabine opted to use her favored method of sedation:  Blunt force trauma to the cranium.  It had worked well enough, with Aresko down and out after one swift blow to the back of his head.  He had even stayed unconscious long enough for her to carry him to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the spaceport.
	As Aresko came to, he found himself tied to a chair, naked, save for his hat,  and in front of an orange-and-blue haired girl, who,  was in an equal state of undress.  She was kneeling in front of the chair, mouth mere inches away from his manhood.  Before Aresko truly came to appreciate the magnitude of his situation, the girl, who he estimated was eighteen or nineteen, leaned forward and took his flaccid shaft between her lips.  A surprised gasp escaped his lips as he felt her mouth engulf his rod.  Continuing to bob her head on the slowly hardening member, Sabine looked up at her captive.  His eyes were wide and his mouth was agape, clearly surprised by the sudden sucking at his crotch.  She slowly withdrew her head from Aresko's cock, leaving just the tip in her mouth, which she began to slowly circle with her tongue.  Steadily moving her head forward again, she quickly ran her tongue side to side across the bottom of his shaft.  When Sabine reached the bottom, she held for a few seconds, before slowly withdrawing.  Creating as much suction on the way back up as her mouth would allow, the now fully erect rod fell from her mouth with a slight “pop.”
	“Good to see that you are finally awake,” said Sabine, now standing, “I was beginning to think that I hit you too hard.”  “I'll have you know that assaulting an Imperial Officer, not to mention kidnapping one, is an offense punishable by -”  “Oh shut up,” Sabine said, cutting Aresko off mid sentence, “I've done enough to the Empire that adding another fifteen years to the sentence isn't going to put me in prison any longer.”  As she said this, Sabine sat on Aresko's lap, wedging his saliva drenched cock between her ass cheeks.  “I've killed well over fifty stormtroopers in the past year alone.  What makes you think that I care what the Empire says I can and can't do to its officers?”  Aresko didn't answer.  “It's not like the Empire could even catch me if it wanted to.  You should know that from personal experience Aresko.”  Aresko's mouth fell open as he realized who he was dealing with.  “Y-you're one of those rebels I was chasing when I got demoted!  You took everything from me!  You're the reason that I'm suck working at this blasted spaceport!”  “That's right,” she whispered, clenching her glutes around his cock.
	She began to rock back and forth, working Aresko's shaft between her ass cheeks.  Sabine had no intention on making this quick on him, or easy for that matter.  After how much work she put into following him, she was going to enjoy herself.  Aresko began to squirm under her.  “What's wrong?” Sabine asked, “You don't like being under someone else's control?  Like the Empire does to so many worlds?”  “I hope you rot in the Citadel rebel scu-”  Sabine once again cut him off mid-sentence, this time by her springing off of his lap and shoving a nipple in his mouth.  “Come on Aresko, You're smarter than that.  We've been over this before.  Your stormies couldn't catch me if they tried.  Besides, that place couldn't hold me even if I was caught.  I've already broken into and out of the Spire.  The Citadel would be no different.”  Despite not wanting to, Aresko couldn't help but suck the breast that she had pressed into his mouth.  It was almost instinctual.  “That should keep you quite,” Sabine whispered, holding his head to her breast as she began to lower herself back to his lap.  With her other hand, she positioned his shaft at her entrance.  She lowered herself just enough for his tip to rest within her.  Aresko began to push up in the chair, attempting to work himself further into her.  Sabine, however, was having none of that, as she matched his movements to the best of her ability in order to prevent him from gaining any further penetration.  With a slight grin, Sabine muttered into the helpless officer's ear, “I don't think I said you could do that.”  Switching out the breast in his mouth, Sabine continued,  “you've been good so far though, so I guess we can move on.”  She slowly brought herself down on his cock until she had reached its base.  Aresko shuddered under her as Sabine slowly began to rise back up.
	A slight moan could be heard from Aresko, despite the breast in his mouth muffling any sound he made.  Sabine began to speed up, bouncing on his shaft with surprising speed.  Years of running an jumping while fighting the Empire had given her legs speed and stamina that a Void Strider would envy.  Rolling her hips at the peak of each withdraw, a pleasant warmth began building inside her.  All the tension leading up to her strike, followed by her slow torture of Aresko had Sabine on edge.  As she bottomed out on Aresko, she began pausing for a moment to grind her hips back and forth.  Aresko was becoming visibly strained.  Knowing all too well what this meant, Sabine began to massage her clit, determined to finish before him.  The combination of the tension from earlier, Aresko's shaft piercing her, and her own handiwork had Sabine climaxing in moments.  Her inner walls clenched around Aresko's rod, fruitlessly trying to milk it.  Aresko, however, wasn't quite done.
	He looked up at her with a pleading look in his eye, his mouth still attached to her breast.  “Oh all right, but only if you promise to stay quiet.” Sabine said, answering his unspoken plea.  Hopping off of his lap, Sabine once again found herself kneeling in front of Aresko, taking his member into her mouth.  Quickly engulfing his cock to the hilt, Sabine began to work her tongue across the base of his cock.  Aresko's breathing quickened.  Feeling the need for air, Sabine quickly pulled herself off of him.  Placing the tip back between her lips, she suckled on the head briefly before beginning to bob back and forth on the cock.  She felt Aresko begin to twitch between her lips, as his seed began to spray onto her tongue.  Sabine clamped her lips tightly around him, making sure that none of his seed was spilled.  When Aresko's climax finally subsided, Sabine removed herself from his cock, and looking at him, swallowed the fruits of her efforts.  “Well,” said Sabine, standing and moving behind him, “I guess that wraps this up.”  Before Aresko could respond, Sabine had already clubbed him again, once more knocking him out.
	Aresko awoke with a pounding headache, hunched over his desk in the Imperial Customs Office.  “Had it all been a dream?” Aresko thought to himself, pulling some painkillers out of his desk to ease the headache.  “It must have been.  I must have fallen asleep in the office.”  That's when he noticed a burning, stinging sensation on his thigh, just beside his glutes.  Pulling down the waist of his pants, he found an orange, birdlike symbol tattooed on the cheek of his butt.  Sitting back down in his chair, Aresko buried his face in his hands.