She gets the drop on you.

The huntress brings up her wrist, a finger on top of a silver device around it. There's a low thwip! And you feel something strike you in the neck. You go down, slumping against a garbage container. Whatever she hit you with, it's powerful, and fast-acting. You feel paralysis spreading through your body in a manner of seconds, until all you can do is speak and move your head.

“That was a hell of a chase.” The huntress says, squatting by your side. She's a slender, fair-skinned humanoid in a purple suit of purple leather, veil across the lower half of her face included , though by now you suspect her current appearance is merely a form she's assumed. “But for a Jedi, I've gotta say, your reactions need work.”

“When this poison wears off, I'll kill you.” You tell her tersely. She laughs.

“Hate to break it to you Jedi, but it's not gonna have time to. That said, I imagine someone with your face will do some killing tonight. A Jedi's a good disguise. Trusted, y'know?” For a brief flash, your own eyes seem to stare out from the assassin's veil.

The poison still coursing through your bloodstream, you're powerless to resist as the woman reaches down and plucks your lightsaber from your belt.

She activates it with a hiss, playfully making a few strokes with it.

“Always wanted to try one of these. Bet they make your killing real easy, huh Jedi?” She says, a glint in her blue-lit eyes as she holds the lasersword near your throat.

The heat of the blade near your head and the seeming closeness of **** is enough to get your forehead to bead with sweat.

After several agoninsing seconds, the bounty hunter deactivates the blade and clips it to her belt. She reaches up and removes her veil. She's beautiful underneath. No doubt that helped her get close to some of her weaker targets.

“Relax Jedi, I'm not gonna off you just yet. Not until you're out of those...” She says, patting your robed chest.

The bounty hunter proceeds to undress you, pulling off the main part of your robe, leaving you shirtless beneath.

“Not bad for a Jedi.” She nods, looking down approvingly at your chiseled musculature. Your robe folded neatly and set aside for later, it's her turn to disrobe. Biting the finger of her glove, she pulls them off, and does the same to her jacket. Shamelessly, she brings the zipper on her shirt down as if you aren't even there, stripping off as if she's alone in a dressing room.

You can't resist looking. Being a Jedi, you've never had much chance to see a topless woman before, even if a buried part of you has always longed to. Her tits are bigger than Padme's, but something about the softness, the delicate sensuality of her, reminds you of Naboo's former Queen.

The bounty hunter catches you looking.

“Oh? I guess this is a first for you, huh Jedi? I never understood that, with all that power, why deny yourself what you like?” She smirks, drawing closer, practically shoving her breasts in your face. That said, you do absolutely nothing to look away.

“And I can tell you like me.” She snickers, gazing down at your crotch.

“Stop...” You groan in frustration.

“Why?” The bounty hunter asks, her hand creeping into your pants, closing around your rock hard prick, the first touch you've felt on it since those moments of teenage frustration and failure. “Oh, am I making you break the Jedi Code or something right now?”

You can't help but moan as she gives your cock a few playful jerks.

“Tell you what, Jedi.” She says, before pulling it out. “I'm gonna be merciful. I'm gonna show you a good time, let you live for once, before the end.” the alluring brunette says.

You're in no position to refuse, and the bounty hunter isn't exactly asking.

“I'm Zam, by the way. Just so you know what to moan.”