Lumi story

(text-colour:lime)[Welcome!] (text-colour:green)[This page is simply a written work (with a few images) imported into twine for a slightly more enoyable.There are no story choices or anything to that effect. It was inspired by a piece of r34 made by Crossbowpussy cat, so expect HEAVY NSFW content.] (text-colour:green)[Enjoy!] [[start|p2]]

(text-colour:cyan)[There are many words which could be used to describe the great jedi master luminara unduli. She has been called talented, even peerless, yet also cold, and distant. Normally, she would also be called focus, but not today. Today, and for the last three days, the usually single minded Jedi Master has found herself plagued and distracted, unable to fully apply herself to any task at hand, and all because of - ] (text-colour:yellow)[“one silver credit…”] (text-colour:cyan)[these words tortured her, hung over her head like a shawl, “one silver credit.” She lay awake thinking about these words, they echoed in her mind as she practiced her saber ship, as she trained her padawan, Barris. Barris should be taking the trials soon, it is highly uncommon for padawans to reach adulthood, yet Barris has been of age for nearly 3 years. Normally, Luminara would give this reality her utmost focus, spending all her energy devising how best to prepare her loyal student for this final test. And yet…] (text-colour:yellow)[”one silver credit…”] (text-colour:cyan)[She muttered it to herself when she was alone, scarcely understanding why she could not banish these words from her head, why they frustrated her every waking hour, why she simply could not let them go, as she had so many other things. A Jedi should not form attachments, yet these words clung to her like a barnacle. At last, on day five, she resolved to get to the bottom of this. With council permission, she arranged for a 48 hour period in which she would not be disturbed. Hour one was spent attempting to simply relax, pressed by the hope that mere relaxation would dispel these words, running through her mind like an itch. This was a futile effort, and so come hour 2, Luminara resolved herself to mediation. Mediation had never failed her before, and she knew it would not fail her now.] [[Next|p3]] [[Back|Start]]

(text-colour:cyan)[It was all set up, her favorite incense burning, her preferred mediation pad laid out, a perfectly tranquil atmosphere, and yet-] (text-colour:yellow)[“One silver credit.”] (text-colour:cyan)[Clearly unfocused mediation would not overcome this itch, Luminara realized. The only way through was to walk through the event from beginning to end, to isolate just why these words. This amount, vexed her so.] (text-colour:cyan)[It began about one month ago. Though the clone wars raged on, the Jedi were still burdened with domestic concerns, namely the quelling of Corrasant crime. To that end, an up and coming gang was brought to the Jedi Council’s attention. This gang was connected to a string of high profile robberies, each more daring and deadly than the last but evidence against their leader was lacking. Somehow, someone would need to find some dirt on him, before the council could act. Such a task would previously have been done with a team, or perhaps an outside resource such as a trustworthy bounty hunter (if such a thing exists) Now, however, only a single Jedi could be spared for this task. And yet the stakes were high, fatalities had thus far primarily been limited to security droids, but sooner or later this gang was going to hit a public target, with bloody results. With the odds laid forth, Luminara Volunteered to infiltrate the gang and find what was needed. Lucky for her, the council was relatively certain that evidence could be found on the gang leader’s person, if he could be found alone. Less lucky, however, was the fact that he always tracked with a contingent of fellow scoundrels, especially at their base. Nonetheless, Luminara had a plan, a good one at that, albeit a less than conventional one…] [[Next|p4]] [[Back|p2]]

(text-colour:cyan)[Officially, the Jedi do not condone the “art” of seduction. Lust and desire are tools of the sith after all. However, few methods of interrogation are as effective, and sure in their chances of success. Luminara knew this well. When she was younger, she was tasked with dismantling a much larger gang than the one currently fouling courasant’s underbelly. To get at the heart of that gang, she presented herself as an up and coming gunslinger who was half cocked in all the best ways. Her skills with a blaster were actually rather lacking, but no one seemed to notice, they were all far too distracted with the way her clothes were just a little too loose, allowing her tits and ass to bounce and juggle with every shot she fired. One by one, she found her way into the bedrooms of each of the gang’s top lieutenants. It was there she learned than one can make a twilek woman cum by just rubbing their aural cones, though it takes a very light touch. Once she has reached the top, it was a simple matter to bring it all crashing down. With this gang at hand, however, she did not have the luxury of time. This would have to be done quickly and quietly. And yet, a similar skill set would aid her here. All she really needed to do was get the gang leader alone, and though she is now of an age considered to be “mature,” Luminara still possessed a very attractive form. As such, all she really needed was some slutty clothes and a bit of information. Both were easily got, and so, 5 days before these meditative efforts, Luminara found herself leaning against a wall a short distance from the gang headquarters, tits barely covered by a thin black cloak, waiting for a certain gang leader to catch her eye.] [[Next|p5]] [[Back|p3]] <img src = "https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/887804260543234091/1366997187237646376/image0.jpg?ex=6813a397&is=68125217&hm=2b7bf2b22d6fa7523108442552741960c03b04e97607bdf819442bb1d06846eb&=&format=webp&width=1252&height=1002">

(text-colour:cyan)[She didn’t have to wait long, at that moment she was the hottest whore in the parsec. It was only a matter of time before she ended up first in his personal speeder, then in his bedroom, and finally in his bed. Performance wise, he was just ok. Luminara of course did not have an overly broad frame of reference for what would count as “good” in bed, but she would assume his performence was merely average, though his stamina may have been subject to a greater task than normal, as your average whore is not so in tune with her own body that she can practically milk a cock with her pussy while simultaneously kissing in ways no man has been kissed before. In any case, that part was over in less than half an hour. He fell asleep in bed soon after, allowing her to sneak out. It was a simple matter to retrieve the needed evidence and translate it to the council. Yet because an army of guards lay between her and her exit, Luminara decided that her best exist strategy was simply to return to bed. After all, he was done with her, and come morning he would discard her as he does with all the whores. This did not bother her at all, in fact she looked forward to it. She longed to return to the prim and proper visage which was so universally associated with her character. “Lumi” the prostitute had no such graces, and as such Luminara had no love for the Persona she had been forced to adopt. And yet…come morning, Luminara awoke to find herself alone in bed. Of course she had awoken when he got up, but determined that it would be safer to wait until he had gone to truly wake. It was the moment after this second waking where the trouble began. Setting up in bed, Luminara took a moment to orient herself, in doing so, she noticed something on the night stand, it was a singular republic credit, specially a silver one. In her somewhat drowsy state, Luminara was uncertain as to why it was there, but only for just a moment. Then, it clicked. It was, of course, payment for services rendered.] (text-colour:yellow)["One silver credit...] [[Next|p6]] [[Back|p4]]

(text-colour:cyan)[For some unknown reason, Luminara pocketed this money on the way out. She told herself that it would be suspicious for a whore to not take her payment. But this did not explain why she kept the credit after she had changed back into her clothes, when she had shed “lumi” in favor of “luminara.” This did not explain why she carried the credit around with her, thinking about it constantly, touching it in her pocket as she walked, constantly vexed but unable to figure out why. And yet now, in this meditative state, concentrating on the full scope of events, Luminara finally grasped the object of her frustrations.] (text-colour:yellow)[“One silver credit…I am worth far more than that...”] [[Next|p7]] [[Back|p5]]

(text-colour:cyan)[And so the reason for her against had been uncovered, and get it brought her no peace. For the next 5 hours, Luminara tried in vain to convince herself that she did not care. She was no whore, she was a Jedi, that gave her more worth than any streetwalker ever could. The one silver credit was in no way an approximation of her appeal to a man, he was simply a cheapskate. With the amount of arms he had he likely felt he could get away with underpaying. This amount was not indicative of her derisirabitly, and even if it was she did not care. Why should she care? A Jedi Master would never care, especially not one as focused as she, and anyways she was far hotter than any other woman in the order. So she told herself again and again, and yet always she arrived at one invariable conclusion.] (text-colour:yellow)[“One silver credit...”] [[Next|p8]] [[Back|p6]]

(text-colour:cyan)[And so, by hour 12, in a fit of desperation, to at last rid herself of this conniption, Luminara found herself snuck out of the temple in the dead of night, wearing only her most alluring undergarments and a cloak, and stealing away to a distant street. She told herself that this was necessary to free herself of this strange insecurity, that she would simply prove her appeal and return to the temple a new woman. She did not have to wait long for an opportunity. A bith soon approached her, waving her into the nearby alley. Attempting to suppress her disbelief at her own actions, Luminara followed.] (text-colour:cyan)[Luminara wondered if she was perhaps overly critical of the gang leader’s performance, as the Bith didn’t even last five minutes. Yet he was, surprisingly polite, telling her how good her pussy felt all the while. She told herself that she did not care what he thought, that she took no validation at all from this. Yet even she could not deny the feeling of what came next. Once he had finished, the Bith fished around in his pocket and pulled out A gold credit! A thrill rushed through Luminara, a thrill of validation, and calm, so Luminara told herself, ignoring the qarmth blossoming between her legs and the ache running up and down her back. Taking his money, Luminara thanked him for his time, and watched him walk back into the fog.] (text-colour:yellow)["One gold credit...that is...acceptable...] [[Next|p9]] [[Back|p7]]

(text-colour:cyan)[Her confidence thus restored, Jedi Master Luminara unduli turned, ready to return to the temple and her prestigious, focused self. Yet after a mere four steps, a twilek reached out a hand, flexing a finger to indicate his desires. Luminara paused. She didn’t need his attention, she had proven she was worth more than a silver credit. She took another step, and then he took out three gold credits. Lumira took another step, telling herself that one gold was enough value for her. She took another step, that she had nothing to prove now, another step, that she has shown herself that a mature woman was just as attractive as a young one, she sunk to her knees, that she needed no man to demonstrate her value, but then, she wrapped her lips around his cock, feeling his hand placed on the back of her head. Maybe just one more time, to truly make the point to herself. The twilek barely lasted longer than the bith, flooding her mouth with his cum mere seconds later. He had tried to pull out, yet Luminara didn’t let him, she didn’t want to get cum on her clothes, yet when he offered her two more silver credits to drool cum on her bra, she couldn’t help but comply. She couldn’t beleive that she was doing it, making such a mess of herself for a few measly credits. She couldn’t believe even less when he offered her a gold credit to make out with his twilek girlfriend. She seemed to be into it, actually.] (text-colour:yellow)["almost five gold credits...maybe...I could do better...but no...I am done....I am done...] (text-colour:cyan)[Luminara hurried off into the fog, truly a mess and fully sure that she was well and truly done, no more whoring, she was a Jedi, she would not be bogged down with these material desire any— a zabrak flashed a stack of 6 gold credits at her as she rounded the corner. He opened the door to his speeder, which was piloted by a Gamorean. He asked her name, calling her gorgeous. With a smile to cover her shame, she answered....] (text-colour:yellow)[“Lumi...I am...I’m Lumi.”] [[Next|p10]] [[Back|p8]]

(text-colour:cyan)[She barely made it back to the temple before sunrise. It was exceedingly fortunate that she left instructions to not be disturbed under any circumstances, as anyone who walked in would have witness her trying to wash the cum from her clothes, though they might have been more shocked at the hand which pumped in and out of her vagina anytime she had a free one. The stack of money sat on the table, except for one very desperate moment when she used them to masturbate. It was simply no use, she could not return to how she felt before. Nothing else could satisfy her, not learning, not battle, nor any other form of success. She could not forget the feeling of getting paid for sex, the thrill of seeing just how much her body was worth to the latest customer. It wasn’t just men, by the end, she used her tongue and hands more than she ever had before, and each payment, each “good whore” only served to briefly satiate her, leaving her ever more desperate for the next one. The next night she snuck out again, no longer pretending that this would be the last time, she respected herself far too much to keep up that lie. Any remnant of such an erroneous belief was dispelled by hour 34, where she discovered that few pleasures surpass being selected for spit roasting by a pair of devronian barons. By that point she had found her way into some sort of exclusive party, there were lots of attractive options there, yet this pair had singled her out from the horde, the reality of it almost made her cum. Hours passed in a dizzying array of sex and payment. If it were a competion, she surely would have won something. In some senses, she did..."] (text-colour:yellow)["25 gold credits...fuck yes....more....please more....] [[Next|p11]] [[Back|p9]]

(text-colour:cyan)[Yet before she knew it, the 48 hours were up. It was time to return to her old life, to give up Lumi, top tier whore, for good, to return to Luminara, Jedi Master. When she was asked afterwards if she had found what she was looking for, she would simply bow and give a small, dignified smile, assuring them that she did indeed. The moment they turned their backs, however, she would squeeze her legs together, resisting the urge to touch herself as the addictive rush of shame and pride invaded her entire being, even as her holocomminuctor pinged, singling a new call. Once thet were out of sight, she would step around the corner to answer, lifting her top to show off her ever-perky breasts, the objects of her greatest pride... saying] (text-colour:yellow)[“This is Lumi.”] (text-colour:cyan)[Without an ounce of regret or visible shame...moaning on every elongated syllable] (text-colour:yellow)[“Give me a time, place, and price and my pussy is allll yours.”] (text-colour:cyan)[And she meant it too. She wouldn’t even change clothes before showing up. She let clients raw her in her most ornate Jedi clothes, she even started bringing her lightsaber, once she realized they would pay extra if she sucked on it then used it as a dildo. She didn’t care, nothing felt as good as this, she felt valuable, prized, perfect, and nothing would ever change that for her...] (text-colour:yellow)[Use me.....fill me....fuck me-PAY ME...] (text-colour:cyan)[This was all she wanted now, the Jedi order meant nothing to her now, at least not beyond the uptick in value it gave her. She still showed uo sometimes to meetinsg and battel plans, just to keep up apperances, but Luminara Unduli was no more, that was just a mask, a facade, a cover to allow her to maintain her true self in peace and prosperity. She was not Luminara Unduli, jedi knight. She was Lumi, prized piece of fuckable meat and the most expensive and desirable whore this side of the equator. And she, could never get enough...] [The end....] [[Back to start|Start]] [[Back one page|p10]] [[Bonus story|p12]] <img src = "https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/887804260543234091/1367007846364872726/image0.jpg?ex=6813ad84&is=68125c04&hm=e7c8d08c1b554f0d15b787cab6878b8d3e0fc955a5005c007b0ebff68ebc431a&=&format=webp&width=1252&height=704">

(text-colour:cyan)[Despite her newfound ways, none at the order suspected the depth of her corruption, no one except her closest confidant, her dear padawan, Barris. This suspicion grew every time her teacher would vanish for another “negotiation” or “secret meeting”. Only to return with a slight twitch in her walk. Soon she followed her, she was very good at that. She watched as her teacher, the strongest, proudest woman she knew, debased herself for money. She couldn’t stop watching. She couldn’t interfere, she couldn’t stop the excitement pooling in her stomach, she couldn’t even stop her own fingers finding their way between her legs when the need simply became too much. Afterwards, she would say nothing, even as she now knew why her teacher had to change clothes, why she suddenly cleared her lightsaber so often, why she always kept her communicator on hand. Everytime she would get a call, Lumi would depart, and Barris would follow, helplessly addicted to watching her mistress be pounded and used and enjoyed. She got caught eventually, of course, but when that happened her panties were soaked, and all she could do was beg, beg to be used and abused just like her beloved mistress. Lumi of course felt no shame at this, in fact she felt a great deal of pride when it became clear that two Jedi whores were better and more expensive than one. And so master and apprentice were reunited, dragging eachother deeper into pleasure filled addiction, and all over one somber credit.] [[Back to start|Start]] <img src ="https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/887804260543234091/1367009570202845204/image0.jpg?ex=6813af1f&is=68125d9f&hm=8c015f669922b21d75506ed57b0c50a8afed1d002adf4857f9d149d0ba3681e0&=&format=webp&width=1252&height=704">