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Queen of the Empire
By PJurado (pjurado@aol.com)
***
Mara Jade: Queen of the Empire
Prologue:
It had been six months since the Sluggorn invasion fleet
was defeated in the Coruscant system. The New Republic
was in complete chaos as individual worlds demanded a
greater voice within the Senate. With the last of the
Solo bloodline gone, there was no one left to rally the
disparate factions into a cohesive body. The Imperium was
little better, with individual Star Destroyer captains
proclaiming themselves warlords and attempting to setup
their own little fiefdoms. Ares, the capital world of
Daala's Imperium, remained a world in conflict, torn by
massive ground battles and dogfighting TIE fighters that
brightened the grey skies with their fiery deaths.
Mara Jade: smuggler, pilot, and apprentice Jedi, roamed
the spacelanes with her pirate lover, Berg, until he
finally grew tired of her. Casting her adrift with no
money or resources, Mara was abandoned on Coruscant, the
once proud center of the Empire now a decayed collection
of towering citadels and sprawling megaplexes. With no
money to travel offworld, Mara took up the oldest
profession, prostitution, in order to buy food and a
filth-encrusted hovel in the Eastern Quadrant of the
Capital.
Chapter 1: Alone
Pacifica III
Pacifica System
Beyond the Outer Rim
132 IY (Imperium Year)
The black-robed figure walked sedately down the dim
passageway, the stone-constructed hall lit only by weak
sunlight streaming from narrow windows. Other robed men
traveled down the passage, the serene sound of chanting
filling the air with peace and well being. The black-
garbed man entered an open study that was filled with
books and ancient scrolls. Glow-orbs illuminated the room
as an elderly man with wispy white hair read from an old
text.
"I'm leaving, Master," declared the visitor simply.
"Are you sure?" asked the old Jedi Master with a
concerned frown. "It may not be safe in the Core for Jedi
yet. Our Order survived because we stayed out of human
affairs; we observe, we don't interfere."
"The time for watching is over. I've used the Force to
monitor the Galaxy, the Emperor is long dead, as are the
Dark Jedi. The Republic is in chaos, order must be
restored," replied the visitor passionately.
"I see, Emhyr," nodded the Jedi Master sadly. "You must
go where the Force leads you. I wish you well."
"Thank you, Master," acknowledged Emhyr with a deep bow
before he turned around and left the brightly lit study.
"Walk on the Light Side," offered the elderly man as he
watched his most powerful student disappear into the
hallway.
Coruscant
Capital of the New Republic
132 IY
"Hey, bitch! How much for a blow?" asked a production
worker in a loud bellow.
"Fifty credits, stud," replied Mara as she swayed her
round hips seductively.
"Sounds good," agreed the worker before he charged across
the hover vehicle-choked street. Horns and swearing
assaulted the man, who ran placidly across the duracrete
to where the young woman stood near a glow-orb pole.
"You're one fine-looking whore," complimented the worker
as he gazed appreciatively at Mara's bare cleavage and
long, slim legs. The Jedi apprentice wore tight, black,
latex shorts, a flimsy, black, lace bra, high-heeled
boots, and a black choke collar with a leash ring hanging
down her throat. Mara's red hair flowed down her bare
back, dangling near her hips as she entwined her left arm
inside her customer's. The large, heavily muscled man
twisted to leer at Mara Jade's firm ass as she led him
into a nearby alley filled with garbage and steaming
waste products. The burly man pushed Mara against a hard,
unyielding alley wall, then roughly fondled her round
breasts with his paw-like hands.
"Yeah, nice tits," muttered the bald man as he caressed
and painfully squeezed Mara's soft melons of flesh.
"Ummm, that feels good," moaned the red-haired girl
huskily as she licked her bright, red lips with her small
tongue.
"You like that, don't you bitch?" growled the man before
he tore off Mara's delicate bra, then leaned down to suck
loudly on her inviting breasts. Mara moaned loudly, her
hands firm against the wall as her john licked and
drooled across her warm, white skin. He bit and nibbled
on her pink, sensitive nipples, his large right hand
moving down to rub her latex-covered crotch wantonly.
Mara leaned heavily against the wall, her eyes slitted as
she moaned with arousal and desire.
"Suck my cock, slut," ordered the man as he pulled away
from the girl's heaving tits, unzipping his fly while the
Jedi whore knelt down in front of him. Mara grasped the
large man's hardening cock, rubbing it slowly with her
small hands.
The john slid his meaty fingers into the scantily-clad
girl's rich, red hair, forcing her beautiful face into
his sweaty crotch. Mara obediently began sucking on the
man's balls, filling her mouth with his musky orbs as his
rod rubbed over her pert nose.
Slowly, lovingly, Mara licked up the shaft of her
customer's tool, caressing his meat with her soft, moist
lips until she reached his throbbing head. She wrapped
her lips around the tip of the man's cock, twirling her
tongue around it until she slowly slid her mouth over the
rest of his rock-hard shaft. The man groaned with
pleasure, grasping Mara's head tightly before he shoved
his rod deeper into her yielding mouth, forcing it down
her tight throat.
The Jedi girl gagged softly, but allowed the big man to
fuck her mouth and throat desperately. A minute later,
the burly worker shot his load, filling her mouth with
hot, sticky cum. White cream trickled down Mara's chin as
the man pulled away from her red lips, then quickly
zipped up his baggy breeches.
"Here's your money, trash," sneered the worker while he
tossed a handful of credit chits in front of the kneeling
young woman. Mara quickly gathered up the money as the
large man swaggered out of the alley and back into the
traffic.
Mara Jade wiped her cum-stained face with her left arm,
then picked up her torn, discarded bra and managed to re-
fasten it across her ample bosom. Sighing softly to
herself, the Jedi girl left the alley, then walked east
down the travel conduit until she reached a food booth
near her apartment.
She hastily purchased some steamed rice, bread, and a
beer, then carried her daily meal up uneven stairs to her
fourth level dwelling. Sliding a plastic keycard into a
waiting slot, Mara pushed open her door, then swiftly
closed the portal behind her. She collapsed into a soft
couch, then opened her rice box as the room's vid
terminal flashed on.
"New Republic warships began open hostilities today.
Vessels from several Outer Core worlds attacked planets
within the Inner Rim for much needed raw materials and
slave labor. The Senate is powerless as many factions
continue to debate and withhold vital services, while
others forestall the election of a new Prime Minister.
Food riots erupted in the Northern Quadrant of the
Capital earlier this evening, causing massive damage to
buildings and heavy losses from looting. A dangerous fire
broke out along the Northern/Western Quadrant borders, it
still rages unchecked through several living sectors."
Mara ordered the vid terminal off, then ate quietly as
shouting and the occasional blaster salvo filled the
silent void of her room. After dinner, the Jedi girl
popped open a bottle of liquor, then drank heavily from
it. The red-haired girl sat limply in her couch, her slim
arms and legs spread apart as she allowed the drink to
burn inside her body. Mara's green eyes were drowsy and
glazed until she heard a loud knock on the door. Cursing
under her breath, Mara staggered to her feet, then swayed
drunkenly to her door and opened it wide.
"You're late on your rent again," hissed the Squid-Head
that ran the low-income habitation. Mara used to know the
race's true name, but her brain was fogged with liquor at
the moment.
"Can't you give me one more week?" moaned the Jedi girl
pathetically.
"No. However, if you're low on credit, we can perform our
usual exchange," suggested the Squid-Head with wide,
eager eyes.
"Humph! Fine, come on in," agreed Mara with a scowl as
she left the door open and stumbled back inside her dark
room. The Squid closed the door after himself, then
locked it securely. With long, clammy fingers twitching
in excitement, the Squid moved to the couch where Mara
flopped down. After taking another long pull from her
bottle, Mara spread apart her thighs, allowing the Squid-
Head plenty of room to kneel in. The robed alien leaned
forward, mouth tentacles wiggling as he pulled off Mara's
skin-tight latex shorts, followed by her tiny, black
panties.
The Squid-Head raised the young woman's panties to its
nose, inhaling her arousing musk deeply. He quickly slid
the undergarment into a wide robe pocket, then bent down
to caress Mara's pussy with several of its facial
tentacles. Mara moaned softly, unfastening her bra before
flinging it over the couch. The Squid fondled the soft
flesh of Mara's labia, excreting a viscous slime from its
mouth that dripped onto her quivering cunt.
The Jedi girl squeezed and pinched her own round tits,
her sensuous, red mouth parted slightly as she grew
aroused by her apartment manager's laviscous attentions.
The Squid pushed two thick tentacles into Mara's warm
snatch, thrusting them deeply into her vagina until they
filled her belly with their cold meat.
Mara shivered in excitement, her pussy growing hot and
wet with her juices while she licked one of her own pink
nipples with her tongue. The Squid reached forward,
grasping the red-haired girl's breasts firmly as he
buried his muzzle in her clenching fuckhole.
"Yeah, baby. Fuck my pussy, lover," groaned Mara as she
thrust her crotch against the alien's probing tentacles.
The Squid-Head caressed the naked girl's tits for several
moments, then moved his long fingers to her long legs,
prying them apart firmly. Slimy limbs of cold flesh moved
in and out of Mara Jade's slit, filling her womb with
clammy flesh as she trembled and moaned in erotic
pleasure. She grabbed the nearby liquor bottle, pouring
the cold, frothy liquid down her throat until it
overflowed her mouth and dribbled down her chin and neck.
Mara's breasts glistened with alcohol, her nipples hard
as they heaved up and down.
The Jedi girl turned onto her stomach, her tight ass
thrusting outwards towards the Squid-Head's quivering
mouth probes. The alien ran his hands across the soft
flesh of Mara's buttocks, exploring her crack as she
moaned loudly. Bending low, the Squid buried its
tentacles in her cunt, stretching the petals of her labia
wide apart as he dug into her narrow vagina.
Mara clenched the top of the couch, her ass pumping back
and forth as she fucked the alien's many slimy limbs. One
tentacle after another pushed in and out of her pussy,
followed quickly by another until over six of them had
entered her dripping slit.
The Jedi girl bit her lip, her breasts dangling
invitingly in the air as the Squid ran his long hands
across her smooth, bare back. The alien pressed his face
firmly against Mara's ass, rubbing his mouth and nose in-
between her round cheeks until she groaned loudly with an
orgasm.
Warm, sticky cum spurted from Mara's pussy, falling wetly
against the Squid-Head's mouth and tentacles. The alien
landlord eagerly lapped the fluid trickling from Mara's
cunt, drinking her honey until her red-haired bush was
dry.
The Squid-Head slapped Mara's ass loudly, then rose to
his feet before walking confidently from the room. The
naked, red-haired girl reclined her breasts against the
soft couch, her small chin resting against the top as she
panted softly for breath. She wiped a sweat-soaked strand
of hair from her forehead, then slid onto her back,
laying warm and nude across the long divan until sleep
claimed her alcohol-drenched mind.
The Ares System
Using the Force, Emhyr cloaked his small ship from the
planet's long-range sensors. The tall Jedi landed the
vessel near the capital city of Ares, the one-time
administrative center of the New Imperium. Today was
quiet, nothing breaking the depressing silence that
covered the city like a heavy cloak. Emhyr wrapped his
black cape tightly around his thin body, then began
descending a rough hillside that led down to the
sprawling metroplex below.
~ Mara Jade: Queen of the Empire ~
Chapter 2
Emhyr walked calmly down the streets of Ares' capital
city, his black cloak wrapped tightly around his thin
frame as a chill breeze ran through his slick, black
hair. The avenues were empty of people, only the
occasional storm trooper stood upon a corner or terrace.
Using the Force, the Jedi fogged the soldiers' minds,
allowing him free access to the government sector and the
admin center.
Entering a large, marble-constructed building, Emhyr
strode boldly to the governor's office on the third
floor. Opening the door to the waiting room, the Jedi
proceeded across the carpeted floor to the inner portal,
then confidently entered the presence of Ares' current
ruler.
Governor Tarth sat at a huge, oak desk, the table's
surface piled with reports and logistics information. The
man was old, with thinning, grey hair and a large belly.
The Imperial uniform sat uneasily on the governor's
bulbous frame, the grey fabric wrinkled and un-cared for.
Tarth slowly looked up at the intruder standing before
his desk, the stranger smug and arrogant with power.
"What do you want?" asked Tarth before he reclined within
his large chair, the leather creaking loudly under his
bulk. "Do you have an appointment?"
"No, I do not," replied Emhyr with an icy smile. "But I
do think that we can help each other."
"How?" inquired the governor simply.
"You control one of the few worlds along the Rim with an
operational shipyard," answered the Jedi as he sat upon a
chair facing Tarth's desk. "With the proper motivation,
we can re- organize your garrison and resume production
of warships."
"Why bother," shrugged Tarth. "Even at full capacity the
shipyard can only produce a few cruisers and maybe a Star
Destroyer in seven months. If we draw too much attention
to ourselves, one of the Imperial Warlords might get
nervous and attack this system."
"That is a risk," agreed Emhyr with a nod, "but not a
very likely one. The warlords you speak of have few ships
and even less motivation. They concern themselves with
protecting their own small holdings and indulging their
venal appetites. With focus and discipline, the two of us
can rebuild the Imperial war machine and restore order to
the galaxy."
"Umm, an interesting proposal, but I'm just not
interested," said Tarth with a shake of his head. "I want
to protect 'my small holdings' as well. The Empire is
dead, we can't change the way things are."
"You're wrong, but I can illuminate you," retorted Emhyr
as he stared into the governor's eyes, tendrils of the
Force extending out to manipulate the weak official's
mind. "You will give me full authority to command your
men and begin starship construction immediately. I will
act in your name."
"You will act in my name," repeated Tarth with a glazed
stare.
"Good boy," grinned Emhyr with dark humor.
Mara reclined on her torn couch smoking a cigarette as
someone pounded on the door to her filthy apartment.
Muttering curses under her breath, the slim young woman
held the cigarette in her mouth while she staggered up
and shambled over to the door. The redhead impulsively
unlatched the flimsy portal, then pulled it open to
reveal the bulky mass of Capt. Berg.
"Master Berg!" exclaimed Mara in delighted surprise
before she hurled her body into the space pirate's
embrace. Berg chuckled in amusement, his large, meaty
hands caressing her back before sliding down to squeeze
the girl's round ass.
"Still as hot as ever," rumbled the outlaw as he pushed
Mara to arm's length, admiring her curvaceous figure and
full breasts.
"I was hoping you would come back for me," replied Mara
in a quiet voice as she looked up into the pirate's eyes
with a hurt expression on her lovely face.
"Yeah, well, I'm back," coughed Berg uncomfortably before
he shouldered past the petite girl and invaded her
habitation. "Got any liquor?"
"Yes, I'll get it," replied the subdued young woman
before she walked listlessly to the tiny kitchen cubicle.
Lt. Luki, Berg's right hand man, slid into the room,
closing the door behind him. The pale- blonde man walked
around the small apartment, checking everything with a
paranoid glare before moving to stand next to the room's
only draped window.
"So what're you doing these days?" inquired Berg
curiously while he watched Mara walk towards him with an
open liquor bottle.
"This and that, doing whatever people will pay me to do,"
replied Mara with a deep blush as she slid the tall
bottle into Berg's grasp.
"Ah, that's good," said the pirate before he drank deeply
from the bottle, his cold eyes regarding Mara as he
imagined all the sordid things she was forced to do in
order to survive.
"I'm taking you with me on my next run. I spent most of
my money on upgrades for the 'Ravager, plus some down
time on one of the Core's pleasure worlds, so I'm a bit
strapped for cred right now," admitted the muscled outlaw
with a shrug. "But before we go, show me that you've
still got it."
"Got what?" retorted Mara uncomfortably.
"That submissive Sluggorn training they beat into you,"
replied Berg with a malicious grin. "Take your clothes
off."
With a wide-eyed, shocked expression, Mara slowly
unzipped the front of her skin-tight jumpsuit, sliding
the gleaming garment to the floor. The naked girl clasped
her hands together over her bush of red pubic hair, her
thin arms attempting to cover her round tits.
"Hah! She's shy all of a sudden. Don't you remember our
time on the Sluggorn sphere ship? You weren't so hesitant
back then," remarked Berg with a cruel leer. "Luki, go
ahead and have some fun with her."
The thin pirate smiled in anticipation as he walked
towards the trembling young woman, his hands clumsily
unfastening his breeches.
"Please, don't make me do this," begged Mara as her green
eyes grew wet with unshed tears. "I love you."
"Then you'll do as I say, whore," snarled Berg before he
took another long pull from the liquor bottle. "When I
tell you to fuck Luki, you fuck Luki and like it."
Mara's lips quivered as she turned to look at Lt. Luki,
her body growing warm with lust as her alien conditioning
responded to her master's command and made her horny
despite her own wishes. Luki stood next to the naked
girl, grabbing Mara by the head and forcing the girl
relentlessly to her knees. Mara choked back a despairing
sob as she looked up into the lust- filled eyes of Berg's
henchman.
"Suck it, bitch!" commanded Luki as he pressed Mara's
soft, red lips against his hardening cock. Hesitantly,
the Jedi girl softly kissed the head of Luki's rod, then
slowly licked the tip with her warm, pink tongue.
Unsatisfied, Luki thrust his tool into Mara's small
mouth, pushing the engorged pole down the girl's tight
throat.
The taste of cock filled Mara's mouth, triggering more of
her conditioning until she was sucking and licking the
long rod eagerly. Loud slurping sounds filled the small,
dimly-lit room as Mara's mouth moved up and down Luki's
cock, her red lips caressing and rubbing the pulsing
tool.
Mara moaned with pleasure, her hands reaching up to cup
and squeeze her own creamy breasts, her fingers pinching
the pink nipples into hardness. Luki groaned loudly, his
expression one of ecstasy as he held Mara's head and
pumped his meat into the horny girl's mouth. Mara licked
slowly down the shaft, stopping to suck her lover's balls
and roll them wantonly in her mouth.
Luki's body jerked spasmodically, his breath coming in
short gasps as the redhead licked his testicles while
rubbing his fuckpole with her delicate hand.
"I want to fuck you," gasped Luki before he lowered
himself to the floor, then pulled Mara on top of his
crotch. The young woman lowered herself onto his
quivering cock, her pussy enfolding the flesh rod as it
slid down to Luki's mat of crotch hair. Mara moaned
loudly as Luki's cock pushed into her womb, the pole
thick and throbbing as she began humping the man's crotch
energetically.
Man and woman groaned and gasped with sexual strain as
their bodies grinded together. Mara's long, red hair flew
about her shoulders as her round breasts bobbed to her
gyrations. Berg smiled as he watched the naked girl fuck
his partner, his own cock growing hard as he enjoyed the
beautiful Jedi submit her body to his commands.
Luki reached up with his thin arms, squeezing Mara's
heaving tits tightly as he thrust his cock into her
ravenous cunt.
"Yes! That feels so good," groaned Mara while she grasped
Luki's arms with her hands, her hips pumping back and
forth as she allowed the man's pole to enter her warm
belly.
Luki and Mara moaned together in erotic bliss, the girl's
pussy squeezing the man's cock as they both melted
towards orgasm. Mara bent down to suck on Luki's fingers
as they kneaded and fondled her sensitive breasts. The
redhead's smooth ass expanded and contracted as her hips
pounded the thick pole into her stomach.
Mara's legs grew weak as her pussy prepared to explode,
Luki's hands sliding down her flat stomach, forcing her
to arch her back away from him as he stabbed his cock
into her slick vagina. With a loud scream, Mara orgasmed,
her breasts thrust out as she covered Luki's meat with
her tight slit. Luki shot cum into Mara's molten womb,
her pink, dripping flesh encasing his member until it was
milked dry. Luki pulled the naked, panting girl to his
chest, then kissed her roughly on the lips, his drooling
tongue invading her mouth lavisciously.
"Alright, party's over," growled Berg as he rose to his
feet, then walked over to slap Mara painfully on the bare
ass. "Get some things packed and let's go."
Emhyr sat in a round, candle-lit room, his legs crossed
together in a lotus position as he relaxed his mind and
allowed the Force to work through him.
"Come to me, my queen," chanted the Jedi softly as he
held his eyes shut and projected his thoughts. "You
cannot resist my summons. You will come to me and
surrender yourself to my will, and together we shall rule
the galaxy. Come to me, Mara Jade."
~ Mara Jade: Queen of the Empire ~
Chapter 3
The Lady Ravager pursued the lone merchant vessel, firing
salvos of laser cannon fire from its forward hard points.
The large, slow transport blasted its engines at full
power, trying vainly to outrun the swift privateer.
Shields flared with azure lightning as the Ravager fired
again, green laser bolts slamming against the merchant's
screens.
"Their shields are almost down," reported Lt. Luki at the
co-pilot's station.
"Maintain fire, target engines only," ordered Berg as he
grasped the piloting controls, keeping a steady course
above and just behind the wallowing transport ship.
After several more barrages of laser fire, the merchant
vessel's shields collapsed, its hull now vulnerable to
attack. Luki wasted no time in firing a short burst into
the ship's engine section, destroying its ability to flee
or maneuver. Berg gently flew his ship next to the
merchanter's hull, using short bursts from the Ravager's
thrusters to land safely on the target's dorsal side.
"Boarding hatch is linked and secure," said Luki as a low
grinding noise reverberated through the raider's hull.
"Get the boys and girls together, it's time to work,"
commanded the burly pirate as he rose from his high-
backed chair and unfastened the safety strap of his belt
holster.
Luki marched into the crew area of the command deck,
nodding his head in acknowledgment as he counted off the
crewmembers waiting anxiously with weapons in hand. Mara
stood near the back of the group, her left hand clenched
in a tight fist while her right hand slid across the cold
surface of her lightsaber.
"Alright everybody," growled Captain Berg as he regarded
his crew balefully. "This should be a simple snatch and
go. Get the cargo and take out whoever or whatever gets
in your way. Luki will stay here to help load the booty
on board. Don't stay to admire the scenery. Let's do it!"
The crew shouted in excitement, then grasped their
blaster rifles tightly as they charged down to the
boarding hatch. Luki was the first to reach the portal,
allowing him time to activate the hatch and watch it iris
open. One by one, Berg's followers climbed down a narrow
ladder that led to the entryway of the merchanter.
With a loud hiss, the trade ship's hatch cycled open,
allowing several of the pirates to slide inside. Almost
immediately, blaster fire resounded through the linked
hatches, the pirates maintaining a foothold while more of
their comrades descended to join the fray.
When six raiders had entered the ship and unleashed a
volley of laser bolts, the defending crew of the
merchanter pulled back, two of their number lying dead on
the hallway floor.
"Keep going! The hold's on level two, right below us,"
bellowed Berg as he unslung his own blaster rifle, then
began to advance on the bridge. Mara followed behind her
master, her lightsaber inactive but ready in her right
hand. The tall, heavily-muscled pirate stomped down the
brightly-lit passage, his large hands firm upon the stock
of his blaster as he scanned the way before him for
targets. The duo reached the bridge without incident, the
sounds of battle far behind them as Berg punched the door
release, then slid away to press his back against the
bulkhead near the portal.
Two blaster bolts sizzled through the door, smacking
loudly against the passage's metal skin as Berg turned
into the open hatch, then fired a long burst of fire into
the confined room. Voices screamed in pain while Berg
walked into the room, his rifle belching focused death at
the crewmen within. Mara ignited her lightsaber, the beam
glowing a sickly blue as she carefully walked onto the
bridge of the trade ship.
Dead and smoking bodies lay strewn around the bridge
consoles, the air thick with smoke and the smell of
burning flesh. Mara gagged at the foul odor, quickly
covering her mouth with her left hand. Berg seemed to
enjoy the scent, inhaling deeply before moving to an open
console and manipulating the controls.
"I'm shutting down main power, releasing the locks on all
the inner hatches, disabling the security systems," said
Berg as he concentrated on the displays. A lone crewman
trembled slightly, blood frothing from his mouth as he
slowly raised a blaster pistol at Berg's exposed back.
Mara reacted quickly, lashing out with her lightsaber and
severing the man's hand neatly at the wrist. Berg spun
around at the whining noise, his eyes burning with
bloodlust as he watched the dying crewman's arm go limp.
"Cut his head off," ordered Berg quietly.
"He's dying, he'll be dead in another minute or two,"
protested Mara as she looked at the prone man with pity.
"I said cut his head off, bitch!" shouted the pirate,
spittle flying from his grey lips.
Scowling with disgust, Mara raised her lightsaber, then
quickly slashed across the officer's neck, freeing the
head to flop wetly to the floor.
Berg stalked forward, slapping Mara hard across the face,
sending her slim body limply to the blood-soaked floor.
"I thought that I made myself clear to you at your little
hovel. When I tell you to do something, you do it and
like it. You got that, slut?" snarled Berg.
"Yes..master," agreed Mara as she looked shamefully down,
avoiding Berg's burning gaze.
"Good. Now go help the other guys secure the ship and
load the booty on board Ravager," ordered Berg sharply
before he returned to the bridge consoles.
Staggering to her feet, Mara wiped a trickle of blood
from her lips, then walked quietly out of the corpse-
filled bridge.
Out in the void of space, the drifting merchant ship
exploded as its drives overloaded, sending out a cloud of
melting debris that spun wildly in all directions. The
Lady Ravager sped away at full sub-light, its engine
ports bright with blue incandescence as it shot deep into
the velvet dark of the heavens.
Within the crew area on the command deck of the Ravager,
loud, pounding music played over the ship's intercom.
Berg sat indolently upon a crescent-shaped couch, his
left leg up on a table as he drank noisily from a bottle
of liquor. Mara sat at one of the diagnostic consoles,
holding a small glass in her limp hands as she watched
Berg's crew dance and sing chaotically.
Mara jerked her head up as she watched a young woman with
long, purple hair and delicate, pointed ears spin to the
center of the rec area and begin dancing erotically in
her tight black shorts and leather vest.
The Jedi girl recognized the female as a sex android, a
class of droid very popular throughout the galaxy. Mara
had transported a sex droid that looked just like the
girl dancing before her, a droid that she had made love
to quite enthusiastically before she had been captured by
the decadent Sluggorn.
Berg noticed Mara staring at the writhing girl with
intense interest, then he grinned cruelly as an idea came
to him.
"You like Padija?" asked Berg curiously.
"She looks familiar, like someone I met once," replied
Mara guardedly.
"Then fuck her," suggested the captain with a leer before
he took another swig from his bottle.
"Please, not in front of everyone," protested Mara with a
scowl.
"Mara, don't make me get the belt," admonished Berg with
a teasing wag of his finger.
Grinding her teeth together in helplessness, Mara stood
up from her chair, then downed the rest of her drink in
one gulp. She walked over to the swaying young woman, who
was currently shaking her round ass slowly at her
captain, her long, purple hair falling in waves over her
perfectly beautiful face.
"Kiss her," ordered Berg as he licked his thick lips in
anticipation.
As the surrounding crewmembers giggled or laughed with
cruel mirth, Mara hesitantly drew close to the gyrating
sex droid, standing intimately near the girl's back as
the elfin female stared at Berg with wide, lust-filled
eyes.
Mara grasped Padija by the chin, then tipped her head
back in order to kiss her full on the lips. The watchers
gasped in appreciation as the two young woman embraced
each other, their tongues flicking and caressing the
other girl's open mouth.
The Jedi girl wrapped her arms around Padija's slim
waist, her hands rubbing across the android's bare
stomach. The two girls swayed to the music, their
graceful bodies grinding wantonly together as they moved
their hips in unison.
Padija returned her golden-eyed gaze to her master as
Mara slid her hands down the arch of the girl's back to
her round ass. The redhead squeezed Padija's firm ass
cheeks, the tight, rubber shorts squeaking loudly as
Mara's long fingers fondled the ripe mounds of flesh.
Padija smiled wickedly, bending down to thrust her ass
into Mara's fondling grip as she slowly untied her vest,
revealing a wide expanse of lush cleavage. The android
pressed her large breasts together, her hips swaying back
and forth as she licked her moist tongue across her
sensuous red lips.
"Take your clothes off, bitches," ordered Berg before he
poured more liquor down his dry gullet.
Padija stood up straight, her eyes smoldering as she
pulled off her small vest and let it fall to the floor.
The elfin female slid her hands under the waistband of
her shorts, then pushed the confining garment to her
ankles as she bent over. Mara undressed more slowly,
unsealing her own jumpsuit before tugging it from her
body. Padija moved to stand next to Mara's right arm,
keeping her gaze on her master as she reached out with
her right hand and began fondling Mara's right breast.
The Jedi girl closed her eyes, her body growing hot as
her conditioning responded to the android's caresses.
The purple-haired girl bent forward, her small tongue
flicking out to encircle Mara's pink nipple. Mara gasped
softly, her knobs growing hard with arousal as Padija
started sucking on her tit lovingly. The android
continued her sensual assault, her hand descending to
Mara's red-tufted crotch where she began rubbing the Jedi
girl's quivering snatch.
Mara groaned loudly, her legs growing weak as her crotch
grew wet with excitement. Padija stopped her tit sucking
long enough to kiss Mara again, her mouth starving for
the redhead's sweet lips. Mara returned the kiss, her own
body burning with helpless lust as her hands reached
around to cup and caress the android's smooth, bare ass.
After kissing each other violently, Padija slowing knelt
down, her tongue sliding across Mara's warm, pale skin.
Upon reaching the Jedi girl's pussy, the android inserted
her slick mouth probe, making Mara tremble with erotic
pleasure.
"Ugh, yes," moaned Mara as she bit her lower lip, her
skin gleaming with sweat as she entwined her fingers in
Padija's long, purple hair. The android girl buried her
face in Mara's cunt, her lips slurping loudly as she
sucked on her lover's labia and clit. Berg grinned
malevolently, his left hand busily rubbing his hardened
cock while his right hand grabbed a nearby dildo and
threw it at the naked, moaning women.
"Fuck Mara with that!" exclaimed Berg loudly.
Padija removed her cum-slick face from Mara's dripping
pussy, then picked up the dildo from the floor before
rubbing the thick rod against the Jedi girl's throbbing
slit.
"Put it in, please," begged Mara as she rubbed her moist
cunt with her fingers, her breasts heaving with each loud
pant. Padija pulled Mara to her knees, then turned the
redhead around until her round ass faced the masturbating
captain. The android girl slowly rubbed the dildo across
Mara's drooling pussy, then she inserted the tool into
her victim's fuckhole. Mara groaned loudly with pleasure,
her hips pushing out in order to propel the rod deeper
into her tight vagina.
Padija wrapped her left arm around Mara's waist while she
pumped the dildo quickly in and out of the naked girl's
slit, the pole sliding deep into her belly. Mara moaned
constantly now, her full breasts jiggling with each
thrust of her hips. Padija licked across Mara's clenched
asshole, her tongue sliding around the small orifice,
then licking across delicious ass flesh. Berg panted with
excitement, his hand jerking off like a machine press as
he watched his sex android ravage his Jedi slave.
"Shove it in her asshole," ordered Berg as he bared his
stained teeth.
Padija obeyed, removing the honey-slick dildo from Mara's
cunt, then inserting it forcefully into the girl's tiny
hole. Mara screamed in pain, her eyes wide with surprised
fear as she felt the thick probe push into her shithole.
"No, please, don't" panted Mara as she craned her neck to
see what the female droid was doing.
"Just relax and enjoy it," suggested Padija before she
rammed the dildo even harder into Mara's sore asshole
while she lowered her face down to the prone girl's pussy
and lapped the juices dripping from her fleshy, pink
petals.
Berg watched with obscene satisfaction as the android
smoothly fucked Mara's ass with the dildo and ate out a
moist cunt with her mouth. The Jedi girl's moans of pain
and ecstasy filled the room, her naked body coated in hot
sweat as her hips jerked erotically in time to the
invasion of her nether holes. Mara's arms went limp, her
upper body slamming to the cold floor as her ass shoved
up into the air. The young woman's breasts were pressed
to the ground, drool escaping her lips to stain the cold
metal while Padija stuffed the dildo into her anus and
plunged two long fingers into her sopping cunt. Mara
moaned weakly, her body exhausted with exertion as an
orgasm rumbled in her gushing womb.
Padija increased the speed of the pumping dildo and her
own finger fucking, her long digits ravishing the naked
girl's vagina while the rubber tool filled Mara's tiny
cavity. Mara cried out, her ass convulsing as hot cum
spewed from her pussy into Padija's eager mouth. The
android girl lapped quickly and firmly, drinking all of
Mara's hot cream as it flowed from her quivering twat.
Padija removed the long dildo from Mara's asshole, then
sat in front of Berg and sucked on the rubber cock like a
little girl with a lollipop.
Berg jacked off, directing the stream of white cum into
Padija's youthful face. The android girl smiled
innocently as the hot jism dripped from her mouth and
chin, then she licked the sticky fluid with her small,
pink tongue. Berg zipped up his pants with a satisfied
sigh, then wobbled to his feet while he admired Mara's
naked, prone position, her right cheek against the floor
and her ass thrust out into the air, her arms limp
against her sides.
"Now that's what a woman should look like," remarked Berg
with a cruel grin as he watched Mara's violated, sex-
depleted body. Laughing harshly, the pirate grabbed
Padija by her right nipple, dragging the naked girl
behind him towards his quarters.
~ Mara Jade: Queen of the Empire ~
Chapter 4
The Nebulan-class cruiser slid into orbit of the planet
Endor. The once lush world was now a desolate ruin, its
thick vegetation seared away until only broken rock and a
thin layer of atmosphere remained. Grand Admiral Daala,
in a fit of vengeful anger, sent a small flotilla of Star
Destroyers to bombard the site of the Empire's first
collapse during her brief campaign against the Republic;
alas the race of Ewoks was no more.
Emhyr sat within a cushioned, high-backed chair, his legs
spread apart as a ravishing, blonde-haired girl sat on
his lap and humped his hardened cock. The Jedi panted
softly for breath, his eyes locked on the naked body of
the young girl as she slid her tight pussy up and down
his fuckpole. The girl pressed her hands against Emhyr's
shoulders, her grasp firm as she pushed his tool deeply
into her small belly.
"How does it feel, Lara?" asked the Jedi hotly.
"Good...it feels so good," moaned the blonde while she
licked her full lips and increased the pace of her
pumping. Emhyr smiled lustfully, reaching out with his
hands to cup and fondle the girl's small, pert breasts.
Lara groaned loudly, her petite body shuddering as an
orgasm rose within her. With a loud, high-pitched scream,
the blonde girl voided a stream of sticky honey from her
bush of blonde pubic hair. Lara collapsed against Emhyr's
hard chest, her breath coming in short pants as she
closed her eyes and clung to her lord. The Jedi stroked
Lara's sweat-slick hair until the ship's intercom chimed.
"Sir, we've established orbit around Endor," reported a
young bridge officer crisply.
"Screen on," ordered Emhyr as he gazed above Lara's small
head. A large, holographic display materialized within
the center of the dim chamber, exhibiting a view of
Endor's barren surface. The Jedi concentrated, his mind
using the Force to scan the planet for his prize.
"Sir! Sensors detect a Sluggorn sphere ship leaving the
far side of the planet," said the bridge officer tensely.
"Where is it going?" asked Emhyr with a displeased frown.
"Out system. It's preparing to jump to Lightspeed."
"What's its heading?"
"A barren stretch of space leading to the Outer Rim,"
replied the officer.
"So that's where they ended up," murmured Emhyr
speculatively.
"Who?" asked Lara curiously.
"The Sluggorn. Surely you remember the aliens that
decimated Daala's fleet and broke the Republic's hold on
the Core," answered the Jedi with mild amazement.
"Sorry, master, but I was busy working the streets on my
homeworld," shrugged Lara apologetically.
"That's alright, little one. I didn't take you for your
mind," soothed Emhyr as he ran his fingers through the
girl's thick, blonde hair.
"The Sluggorn ship has jumped to Hyperspace," informed
the bridge officer.
"Move the ship into a geo-synchronous orbit above their
launch site," ordered Emhyr.
As the long, grey-hulled cruiser moved gracefully on its
new heading, the Jedi renewed his concentration, scanning
the area where the Sluggorn ship had once been. Emhyr
snarled with anger as his senses detected the location he
sought, the same place the aliens had just left.
"Prepare my shuttle," commanded Emhyr before he set the
naked Lara to the floor, then strode quickly towards the
large room's exit. "Lara, get dressed quickly and meet me
on the hanger deck."
"Yes, master," bowed the girl before she rushed to her
quarters for suitable attire.
The sterile, white shuttle landed in a cloud of loose
dust, the craft's wings folding upwards as the landing
gear slid down. Emhyr barely waited for the landing ramp
to descend before he shot forward, marching relentlessly
towards a patch of smooth ground. Short, delicate Lara
hastened to catch up to her master, a satchel placed over
her left shoulder as hot, dry air blew her tresses across
her oval face. Emhyr walked quickly to the charred patch,
a pile of decayed wood and ash the only feature of
interest. The black-garbed Jedi stopped abruptly, his
eyes cold with fury as he realized the burial site had
been plundered recently.
Emhyr had traveled to Endor in order to find the remains
of Darth Vader, the Darklord that had once served the
Emperor and helped eradicate the Jedi Knights. Although
the fallen Jedi had finally repented before his death,
his armor and vestments were still drenched in the black
decay of the Darkside. Vader's garb had power, the power
to enhance a Dark Jedi's abilities, or to grant a mundane
sentient limited access to the Force. Unfortunately, the
Sluggorn had beaten Emhyr to the grave, stealing Vader's
armor as well as a large portion of the Dark Jedi's
remains, for what reason even Emhyr couldn't guess.
Scowling deeply, Emhyr remained motionless as Lara walked
forward, kneeling down to sift idly through the ash and
disheveled dirt.
"Look, master! Something's left!" exclaimed Lara
excitedly as she withdrew two worn, pitch-black gloves
from a thick pile of decay.
"The Gauntlets of Vader," whispered Emhyr in wonder
before he sprang forward and took the gloves from Lara's
small hands. The Jedi caressed the gloves lovingly, his
senses burning with Dark power as the evil essence of the
gloves stimulated his white flesh. Emhyr slowly pulled on
the Gauntlets, closing his eyes as the malevolent majesty
of the Darkside flooded his brain with god-like
omniscience. He could feel the minds of the crew aboard
his ship, their thoughts, dreams, and secret fantasies.
He sensed the ever-present flow of the Force as it pulsed
across the galaxy, feeding off the lifeforces of every
living creature and sentient.
Emhyr's lips trembled, his body feeling transparent and
ghostly as his mind expanded to encompass the very soul
of creation, the essence of death. The Jedi could see the
Tapestry, the great fabric that tied the past to the
present, and led to the infinity of the future.
"Master?" asked Lara softly as she grasped Emhyr's slack
right hand.
"Child," replied the Jedi warmly, squeezing the young
girl's hand affectionately before letting the limb go. "I
see now. I know what I have to do."
"What?" inquired the girl.
"I was right. It is my destiny to restore the Order of
the Empire. I will unite the quarrelsome factions, then I
will take Mara Jade as my consort. She will help me to
protect the galaxy from all of its enemies," declared
Emhyr with clouded eyes and prophetic confidence.
Blinking rapidly, the Jedi quickly removed the gloves,
then handed them down to Lara, who gazed up at her lord
with concern.
"Take these. They will grant you the abilities you
require to find Mara and bring her to me."
"Yes, master," replied Lara as she accepted the
Gauntlets, then slowly slid them over her small hands.
The large gloves shrank until they fit snugly on Lara's
limbs, the warm, black fabric stretching to cover her
skin from fingers to elbows.
"Come, there is much to do," said Emhyr before he spun to
return to the waiting shuttle. Lara cast one last look at
Vader's violated grave, then she turned away to follow
her lord. The Jedi walked boldly, arrogantly, his eyes
alight with fanatical fire.
The Lady Ravager spun to port, laser fire filling the
ship's previous position. The swift pirate ship evaded
and jerked as the space around it flared with turbolaser
salvos and dogfighting interceptors. Captain Berg had
flown his ship into the Orius system, hoping to find
buyers for the stolen cargo filling his holds.
Unfortunately, the agile raider stumbled into a violent
space battle between Orius' small defense squadron and an
invading Imperial task force. Two Star Destroyers
provided long-range fire support as several squadrons of
TIE fighters tore into the planet's outgunned defenders.
The Lady Ravager dove, pursued by two TIEs belching jade
lances of death. Dorsal and ventral turrets returned
fire, forcing the Imperial fighters to break off and
approach from flank positions. Berg gritted his teeth as
he rolled the Ravager to port again, allowing the ship's
laser turrets to sustain a stream of fire and destroy one
of their attackers. The second TIE remained in the chase,
firing short bursts into the raider's weakening shields.
Pulling back on the control sticks, Berg flipped his
vessel over as both turrets concentrated their fire,
ripping the small fighter apart into a sphere of flaming
debris.
Before the privateer's crew could celebrate their
victory, one of the Star Destroyers noticed the swift
ship and fired a huge barrage of turbolasers. The Lady
Ravager's shields quickly overloaded and failed, allowing
several large bolts to slam into the ship's hull. Berg,
Mara, and Luki were pummeled by their restraints as the
cockpit slammed from side to side.
"Shields are gone! We've lost the main engines!" shouted
Luki in terror.
"Weapons are out," reported Mara coolly.
"Shit! Divert all power to thrusters," snarled Berg as he
wrestled with the controls, turning the ship slowly until
it faced the orb of Orius Prime. With flaring pillars of
thruster fire, the crippled vessel wallowed towards Orius
as the Imperial ships ignored them and concentrated on
destroying the few defenders still alive.
The Ravager dipped into the planet's thick atmosphere,
its charred hull reddening as air slammed against its
skin. Berg struggled with the controls, his face dripping
with sweat as he fought to keep the ship on an even
heading. The cockpit trembled and bucked as air pounded
against the powerless craft, hullplates groaning with
tremendous strain. Passing through a bank of cotton-white
clouds, the Lady Ravager re- emerged into bright light,
the surface of Orius visible as it drew closer and
closer.
"Brace for impact!" shouted Berg into the ship's intercom
seconds before the ship crashed into the ground, metal
screaming in agony as the vessel dug a deep furrow into
the rich earth. The three cockpit occupants slammed
against their restraints, the fabric biting deeply into
their flesh but preventing them from flying out of the
chamber's observation window. Slowly, achingly, the
Ravager slid to a stop, acrid smoke rising in thick
plumes from the damaged hull.
A dorsal hatch blew open, allowing Captain Berg and his
crew to stumble out into an empty plain. Berg shaded his
eyes from the glaring sun, scanning the horizon until
several hover transports appeared in the distance. The
crew of the Lady Ravager milled together in a small
circle as the lead land speeder slowed to a halt,
allowing a tall, thin man dressed in a brown duster and
boots to dismount and approach the wary pirate.
"Berg. Nice landing," smirked the tanned male while he
glanced wryly at the smoking bulk of the Ravager.
"Thanks," snarled Berg, "it was so nice of you to warn me
about the Imperial task force hanging over this
dirtball."
"They just Jumped in a few hours ago. They demanded that
Orius acknowledge the new Empire's authority, then
surrender supplies and raw materials as tribute. The
government impolitely declined, then the shooting started
up there. Personally, I say the defense forces last
another hour, tops."
"Can you repair my ship?" asked Berg as he jerked his
thumb up at the downed privateer.
"Yes, and I can give you a good price for the booty
you've got stashed in your holds, but I want something
extra now," said the thin man with a feral grin.
"What?" asked Berg in exasperation.
"One of your women," replied the man.
"Shit, Brucer, don't you have enough snatch already?"
exclaimed Berg vehemently.
"Yes, but I want to sample some fresh meat, just for one
night," retorted Brucer implacably.
"Luki, go get Padija," ordered the pirate with a loud
sigh.
"Sorry, boss. Padj got busted up pretty bad in the crash,
she won't be giving head any time soon," replied the pale
blonde man.
"Shit!" swore Berg.
"How about that one?" asked Brucer while he pointed to
Mara, who stood near the back of the group coiling a
strand of red hair around one of her fingers.
"Hmpf! Fine then! But I want quality parts for my ship,"
demanded Berg as he clenched his fist in Brucer's
direction.
"Nothing but the best for my old friend, Berg," agreed
Brucer before he shouldered his way through the muttering
crew, grasping Mara's slim arm and pulling her towards
his land speeder.
"Berg?" asked Mara doubtfully.
"Go with him. Do whatever he wants," commanded Berg
before he turned away to study his damaged ship.
Mara entered the ornately appointed dining room wearing a
sleek, black evening gown that clung to her torso and
hips. Her long, red, hair was freshly washed and coiled
over her head, her eyes and lips painted to accentuate
her angelic features.
"Please, sit my dear," urged Brucer as he stood
respectfully from his chair, gazing with admiration at
Mara's glowing beauty.
"Thank you," acknowledged Mara with a fragile smile
before she walked forward and sat opposite her host down
a long, orb-lit dining table. Serving girls dressed in
small bows and nothing else entered the warm room,
carrying many trays of steaming food and delicacies from
all across the galaxy. Mara watched as the girls arrayed
the dishes conveniently, her eyes discerning the tell-
tale signs of sex androids around the bright red bows
that barely covered breasts and cunts.
"Yes, they are sex droids," nodded Brucer as he raised a
full glass of wine and watched Mara with amusement. "Now
you know why I turned down Capt. Berg's offer of his own
sex android, I get quite enough artificial stimulation on
my own."
"Why me?" asked Mara before she took a bite of food.
"I crave real female flesh. Boiling blood, sweat, real
moans of ecstasy, that's what really excites me,"
admitted Brucer with flushed cheeks.
Mara ate in silence, her gaze wary as she observed her
increasingly frantic host. After a rich dessert, Brucer
waved the serving girls away, then practically leapt from
his chair to take Mara's arm and lead her down a long,
carpeted hallway. Unlocking a door at the far end, Brucer
led the way down a dark staircase that ended at a small
foyer. Low intensity glow-orbs lit the way down another
passage until the couple reached a reinforced, iron door.
Brucer palmed the door open, then pulled a reluctant Mara
inside his private domain.
The Jedi girl looked around the room, her suspicions
confirmed as she noticed the manacles, chains, and choke-
collars festooned around the large, dimly-lit room.
Brucer led Mara to the center of the room, where he
gently raised her hands above her head and fastened her
wrists inside tight, metal restraints dangling from
clinking chains.
The thin man grinned maniacally, his eyes gleaming as he
slid a rubber ball gag in Mara's mouth, then cinched the
device tightly around her head. He untied the girl's
hair, allowing her fiery, red locks to spill down her
back. Brucer backed away, activating a video pickup to
record the debauchery he was about to commit, then he
advanced to slowly circle his prisoner, admiring her
slim, curvaceous body as it wriggled futilely in its
bonds.
"This is going to be fun. Feel free to scream as loud as
you wish, the recorders will get it all," said Brucer
before he stopped at Mara's back, reaching out to rip the
expensive dress from the Jedi girl's body. Mara gasped,
dressed only in a black lace bra and black, silk panties.
A silk garter belt hung at her waist, holding up sheer,
black stockings.
Brucer slapped his hands against Mara's bare ass, her g-
string panties exposing all of her round buttocks. He
slid his hands across her naked flesh, caressing her firm
ass cheeks, then running a finger up the crack of her
butt. Mara slowly gasped, her eyes closed, as she grew
wet from her tormentor's attentions.
Brucer moved to a nearby cabinet, removing a long, black
whip from a rack and activating the power stud. The
weapon flashed with an azure, snapping glow as the thin
man raised it into the air, then slashed it down across
Mara's smooth, pale skin. Mara screamed as the shock whip
flamed over her nerves, her muscles spasming helplessly
as Brucer whipped her back and ass repeatedly. Bright red
bruises marred the Jedi girl's flesh as she went limp in
her wrist manacles, her breasts heaving with desperate
panting.
Mara protested loudly, her words unintelligible through
the red ball gag that filled her red- lipped mouth as her
head hung low against her chest.
"Tired already? I've only just started," commented Brucer
with a happy grin before he lashed out again, smacking
the girl's lower back with a loud crack. The torturer
coiled the glowing whip as he gazed at Mara's manacled,
trembling form, then he turned off the shock whip and
replaced it with a smooth, hardened paddle. He walked
eagerly forward, grasping Mara's thick, red hair and
pulling it back painfully before slapping the paddle
loudly across her bruised, reddened ass. Mara groaned
over the gag, tears staining her flushed cheeks as Brucer
spanked her over and over with his paddle.
As the spanking continued, Brucer reached around Mara's
bound body, roughly fondling her tits over the soft, lace
bra. He pulled the garment down from her right breast,
squeezing and pinching the sensitive organ until the pink
nipple was engorged with blood. Mara moaned with agony
and pleasure, her crotch moist with cum as her ass burned
with hot pain. She bit down on the rubber ball in her
mouth, salty water dripping from her bright, green eyes
as Brucer wrapped his arm around her waist and
intensified the beating of his paddle, the hard material
smacking wetly as it slammed against her soft flesh.
The thin man halted the spanking, discarding the paddle
as he moved to stand directly behind Mara, then knelt
down under quivering, bruised buttocks.
He pushed aside the drenched, sticky panties, inhaling
Mara's rich, musky cunt scent. Brucer nuzzled his mouth
against the Jedi girl's pussy, her red pubic hair
tickling his nose and cheeks as he sucked loudly on her
dripping labia. Mara moaned with sweet ecstasy, her slit
throbbing with lust as she felt her tormentor slide his
thick tongue deeply into her hot vagina. Mara's ass began
pumping up and down as Brucer slid into her womb, his
tongue flicking and caressing her slick, warm fuck
tunnel.
Both of the Jedi girl's breasts escaped from the
confining, lace bra, flopping in rhythm to her obscene
humping motions. Brucer buried his face in the girl's
moist crotch, his skin stained with glistening honey as
he thrust his mouth probe into her warm pussy. Mara's
slim body dripped with sweat, her muscles trembling as
she began to climax. With a stifled scream, the Jedi girl
orgasmed, gushing cum down Brucer's ravenous throat. The
thin man sat down on the cold floor, smacking his lips
with satisfaction as he savored the taste of Mara's
honey.
Rising smoothly to his feet, Brucer checked his recording
equipment, then walked up to Mara and removed the saliva-
drenched ball gag.
"Let..let me go," sputtered the Jedi girl as she gulped
in lungfuls of intoxicating air.
"Sorry, but I've got lots of recording time left, so I'm
going to leave you here for the night. I'll be back in
the morning to release you," replied Brucer with a
cheerful grin before he moved past the manacled young
woman and proceeded towards the chamber's exit.
"Let me out of here!" yelled Mara desperately as she
writhed in her wrist restraints. The thin man ignored
Mara's pleas, closing the exit portal with a final thud
before locks slid into place. The red-haired girl sobbed
loudly, her lips quivering with despair as the room's
lights faded away, leaving only one glaring spotlight to
illuminate her scantily-clad, sex-soaked body.
~ Mara Jade: Queen of the Empire ~
Chapter 5
Lara sat limply in Emhyr's command chair within the fleet
operations room. The room was dark except for the wall-
sized display screens and the small individual monitors
manned by Imperial tech officers. The blonde girl ran a
black-gloved finger across her full, red lips, savoring
the feel of leather across her flesh.
"Ebony squadron has secured the Orius system," informed a
male tech mechanically. "They encountered an inbound
Corellian Corvette, but they were able to shoot it down."
"Is it destroyed?" asked Lara while she stared at the
ceiling vacantly.
"Negative, they lost sight of it after it crashed on
Orius Prime's surface."
"They lost sight of a corvette?" inquired the blonde
incredulously.
"Someone on the surface must have hid it," replied the
tech.
"Obviously," retorted Lara sarcastically as she watched a
large display, a graphic of the Orius system and its
warship deployment filling her vision.
"Comm, signal the Star Destroyer Hunter. I'm going to the
Orius system," said Lara as she rose from her chair then
marched out of the dark control room.
"Thanks for the repairs, Brucer. We'll be going now,"
said Capt. Berg as he clutched a weak-legged Mara to his
side and smiled coldly at the fence.
"You're welcome, Captain Berg. The lovely Mara was a very
exciting diversion," replied Brucer before he eyed the
red-maned young woman boldly.
With his thick arm wrapped around Mara's slim waist, Berg
led the Jedi girl towards the waiting Lady Ravager, the
ship's engines whining as the crew prepared it for
liftoff. Brucer retreated to the camouflaged hanger doors
within the side of a local mountain, then watched smugly
as the long corvette ignited its several engine ports and
slid gracefully into the clear morning air. With a blast
of azure plasma, the Ravager shot into the orange-tinged
sky, disappearing quickly from view. Brucer left the
doorway, allowing the camouflage field to restore the
natural face of the mountain.
Emerging from the planet's surface with the Imperial task
force on the other side of the world, the Lady Ravager
swiftly left the satellite's gravity well, jumping into
Hyperspace as soon as the nav computer allowed it to.
With a long journey programmed into the ship's memory,
Berg, Luki, and the rest of the crew carefully went over
the ship, insuring that Brucer's repairs were complete
and competent.
Mara rested in her small cabin, healing from the abuse
Brucer had inflicted upon her lithe frame. Days passed,
and the crew began to grow lax with inaction and boredom.
Nightly revelries became more frenzied and decadent as
time wore on, the only view the swirling tunnel of energy
that composed Hyperspace.
After a long day overseeing the engines, Lt. Luki finally
got his turn with the sex android, Padija. Remembering
Mara's interest in the machine girl, the pale-haired man
left the android in his quarters, then quietly made his
way to Mara's room.
"What is it?" sighed Mara as she opened the door a crack,
her long, red hair disheveled and un-cared for.
"Padija's with me, and I thought you might want to talk
to her," offered Luki with a nervous, weak smile.
Mara stared hard at the thin man, his desire for her
obvious as she touched his surface thoughts with the
Force. Alone and neglected by Berg, the young woman
nodded her head in hopeless acceptance, then followed the
first officer to his cabin.
Padija reclined on Luki's bed, her long, slim legs
stretched out as she lay invitingly for her master.
Luki grinned at the girl's seductive pose, then quickly
went to a small bar where he fixed two strong drinks for
himself and Mara. The Jedi girl flopped onto a chair
covered by dirty clothes, draping a leg over one of the
chair's arms as she accepted a drink and gulped it down
swiftly. Luki snuggled close behind Padija, sampling his
drink, then sliding his right arm across her smooth
stomach.
"Have you met Padija before?" asked Luki with a glazed
smile.
"I delivered an android that looked a lot like her to
someone once," replied Mara before she licked the inside
of her glass clean of liquor.
"Do you remember Mara, Padija?" inquired the thin man as
he slowly fondled her breasts.
"No, master Luki," purred the purple-haired girl as she
grew aroused by the smuggler's touch.
"Pity, it would have been quite a coincidence if you two
had met before," said Luki before he began kissing and
nuzzling Padija's soft neck.
Rising from her chair, Mara walked to the bar, filling
her glass to the brim before taking the bottle and
returning to her seat. Filling her throat with cold
liquor, Mara watched as Luki's hand roved across Padija's
body, caressing her tits, hips, and thighs before resting
on her crotch and rubbing her pussy over her jumpsuit.
The violet-haired girl panted softly, her tongue sliding
across her lips as her skin grew flush with excitement.
Luki returned his hand to her neck, unzipping the front
of her dark green jumpsuit until her bare breasts and
belly were revealed.
Padija slid out of her garment, allowing it to hang from
her hips as she knelt up on the bed and kissed Luki
passionately. The two lovers entwined their tongues
together, their lips smacking loudly together as they
devoured each other's mouths. Mara finished her drink,
her own skin growing hot as she watched the couple
embrace each other. The Jedi girl refilled her glass,
then unzipped her own jumpsuit a few notches to cool her
burning flesh.
Luki fell back onto the bed as Padija straddled him, then
quickly finished removing her skin-tight jumpsuit. With
her large breasts heaving, the android girl ran her
delicate hands across Luki's chest as her crotch ground
against his hardening cock. Padija bent down, kissing
Luki wantonly as he hugged her close to his thin body.
The pirate ran his hands through Padija's rich, thick
hair, his tongue exploring her warm mouth as her body
slid over his. The naked girl reached behind herself,
grasping Luki's erect cock and rubbing the head across
the lips of her glistening pussy.
Both lovers groaned with pleasure, beads of sweat
trickling across their naked bodies as Padija slowly slid
Luki's rod inside her vagina, the thick meatpole filling
her fuck tunnel with its pulsing mass. Mara panted softly
in her chair, both of her legs outspread on the chair's
arms as she rubbed her crotch energetically. Luki glanced
at Mara as she fondled herself helplessly, then he smiled
triumphantly and said, "Why don't you come over here and
join us?"
Her body melting with uncontrollable, conditioned lust,
Mara unzipped and pulled off her jumpsuit, then pounced
onto the bed and straddled Luki's face. The naked Jedi
girl lowered her crotch onto the pirate's mouth, moaning
loudly as his tongue slid inside her dripping cunt and
began exploring her clenching vagina. Mara leaned back,
her arms dangling behind her back as her tits thrust
forward with her gasps of ecstasy. Padija leaned forward
while she continued to hump Luki's cock, the engorged
tool thrusting deeply into her belly.
The android girl took Mara's breasts in her hands,
squeezing and caressing the mounds of soft flesh until
the redhead's pink nipples were pert with hardness. Mara
grinded her crotch against Luki's face, her hips and ass
cheeks pumping erotically as the smuggler sucked loudly
on her wet snatch. Padija began to suck on Mara's tits,
her hot mouth filling with sweet female flesh as her
tongue tickled and caressed the girl's sensitive nipples.
Mara panted with exertion, wrapping her arms around
Padija's head and pressing the android girl's face
between her heaving breasts. Mara moistened her lips as
Padija licked and sucked the flesh of her cleavage, then
the redhead grasped the sides of the girl's head and
forced her to look up so that Mara could kiss her
wantonly on the mouth. Both girls pumped and thrust their
crotches, Padija riding Luki's hard cock while Mara sat
on the pirate's hungry mouth. Mara's tongue pressed
inside Padija's willing mouth, her probe sliding down the
girl's throat until their lips locked together in a
passionate fusion.
Luki's mouth filled with honey as Mara orgasmed, her cunt
trembling as a river of fluid poured from her womb.
Padija's pussy grasped the pirate's cock like a vise,
stroking his meat until he shot a load of sperm deep into
her empty stomach.
Luki's ears filled with female moans as they rode the
waves of their orgasms, then he pushed Mara off of his
face and slid out from under Padija's legs. With Mara
lying weakly on the sweat-drenched bed, Luki turned her
onto her stomach, then pushed her knees under her so that
her round ass thrust up into her air.
Small, red bruises marked the areas where Brucer had
spanked Mara so cruelly. Luki ran his rough hands across
Mara's smooth ass flesh, relishing the soft, perfect feel
of her white skin even with its marred surface.
The pirate lowered himself forward, his face close to
Mara's inner thighs as he gazed at her cum-drenched cunt
and inhaled her heady, feminine musk. Luki buried his
face in her pussy, his tongue licking up and down her
slit as his hands clutched her ass cheeks possessively.
Mara moaned loudly, her groans of pleasure muffled by the
sheets as her face pressed against the soft mattress of
the bed.
The Jedi girl spread her legs apart, forcing her cunt to
open wider while giving her more support for her
uplifting ass. Luki rubbed his cheeks against Mara's firm
buttocks, his tongue licking her sweet flesh before he
bit her lightly, her skin more delicious than any food.
Mara's pussy gushed with honey, her red pubic hair sticky
with cum as Luki slid two fingers inside her twat and
thrust deeply inside her hot womb. Mara's ass trembled
with pleasure, her asshole clenching before Luki began
licking her orifice, dripping saliva down her tiny nether
tunnel.
Feeling ignored by Luki, Padija crawled to the head of
the bed, then sat down before Mara, spreading her legs
apart and wiggling her purple-haired cunt teasingly. Mara
rose up on her elbows, then leaned forward to suck
hungrily on Padija's snatch, her tongue caressing the
android girl's labia until the girl moaned with erotic
pleasure. Luki pressed three fingers into Mara's pussy,
filling her vagina with stiff meat as he licked and
sucked on the redhead's tight asshole.
Mara grew limp, her limbs giving out as a mind-shattering
orgasm tore through her naked body, her cunt spurting yet
more cum onto Luki's questing fingers. The pirate removed
his digits, savoring the taste of Mara's juice as he
sucked his fingers clean. He gave Mara's smooth ass a
long, lingering kiss, then wrapped his arms and legs
around her naked body, holding her warm flesh close to
his own.
"Get out of here, Padija. I don't need you now," snarled
Luki with a glare.
With a hurt expression, the android girl retrieved her
jumpsuit, then left the darkened room quickly. Luki
snuggled against Mara's beautiful body, stroking her red
hair and enjoying her sweaty, sex-drenched scent as she
fell into an exhausted sleep.
~ Mara Jade: Queen of the Empire ~
Chapter 6
The Star Destroyer Hunter emerged into Realspace, its
huge engines propelling the warship towards the planet
Orius. Lara stood upon the bridge, gazing without
interest at the spinning orb as its occupying Imperial
squadron appeared from its horizon and floated into view
with arrogant serenity.
"Get me the captain," ordered Lara as she turned to
regard the center of the bridge. The room's hologenerator
activated, projecting a full body image of the Imperial
squadron's captain.
"Have you found the pirate ship?" asked the young girl
tersely.
"Yes, mistress. We detected the ship just as it reached
the edge of Orius' gravity well and jumped to
Hyperspace," replied the officer shamefully.
"Hmm. Did you record its heading?"
"Yes, mistress, I can have the data transmitted to your
ship immediately," offered the captain.
"Do so," acknowledged Lara. "I'm going down to the planet
to do a little searching. Is the world secure?"
"Affirmative. All major cities and ports are firmly under
our control."
"That will have to do. Dismissed," said the blonde girl
while she motioned for the comm channel to be closed
down. As the captain's image faded away, Lara walked
across the catwalk that separated both bridge pits, her
long, black robe trailing behind her as she moved
resolutely towards the chamber's exit.
The Imperial Fleet shot into normal space, spreading out
to surround the world known as Coruscant. The Jedi Emhyr
watched proudly as dozens of Star Destroyers and support
vessels sailed forward towards the helpless target.
Powerful satellite drones and weapons platforms lay dead
in orbit around the former capital world, the defense net
that once repelled entire armadas listless and decayed.
"Anything reacting to our appearance?" asked Emhyr as he
watched Coruscant from the bridge's observation windows.
"Negative. The planet's in complete chaos. Large sections
of the planetary power grid are down, garrison forces are
under siege by gangs and rioting citizens, I don't think
they even notice us," commented the tactical officer.
"They will soon. Launch the Interceptors and troop
shuttles, I want the Palace and key command and control
facilities occupied immediately. Commanders are
authorized to use whatever force necessary to take
control of the capital," ordered Emhyr dispassionately.
"Sending orders now," reported the chief comm tech.
Emhyr clasped his hands behind his back, dark robes
rustling as he watched clouds of TIE Interceptors and
Imperial dropships emerge from their launch bays and
descend like a plague of insects towards the dimly-lit
planet below.
"An Imperial envoy, I'm quite honored," greeted Brucer as
he allowed Lara to enter the ornate public entrance to
his mountain lair. The blonde girl motioned for her
bodyguards to remain outside, then followed the
chattering man to the richly appointed dining room, where
scantily-clad, bow-adorned girls served exquisite wines
and fine appetizers.
"How can I help the Empire? I see that it has surged back
to life once again, very commendable," remarked Brucer as
he saluted the lovely girl with his wine glass.
"The Empire is eternal. It may weaken from time to time,
but it will never disappear, unlike the Republic,"
replied Lara before she drank deeply of her red wine. "I
am here on important business for the new Emperor, Emhyr.
He wants to find a young woman with some Jedi ability, a
woman named Mara Jade. Perhaps you've seen her?"
"Mara Jade? The former Emperor's Hand? She should be long
dead by now, shouldn't she?" answered Brucer with a
clever grin.
Lara frowned at the fence's disguised denial, then set
her glass firmly on the silk tablecloth. The Gauntlets of
Vader rippled over her slim arms, the black leather
vibrant with unholy life.
"I won't go into the details, but Mara lives. She
traveled into our time from the past, and has had several
adventures, including being captured by the alien
Sluggorn during their aborted invasion of the galaxy.
She's taken up with a smuggler called Berg, and his ship
was seen crashing on this dirtball several days ago by
the Imperial task force in orbit. I know you have many
dealings with smugglers and their ilk, I'd like you to
tell me where Captain Berg has gone," asked Lara with a
chilling smile.
"Information doesn't come cheap," replied Brucer as he
eyed the young girl speculatively.
"I don't have time to haggle. Name your price and it
shall be paid."
"A few hours with you will suffice," said the man while
he licked his lips in anticipation.
"Fine," agreed Lara as she stood up, then waited for her
host to lead the way.
Brucer rose quickly to his feet, then led the blonde girl
up several levels to his master bedroom. The bed chamber
itself was huge, with an enormous circular bed draped
with silk and fine linens. The Gauntlets began to itch
with excitement, the leather taut over Lara's flesh as
she moved to the foot of the bed and smoothly removed her
robe, revealing her slim, naked body beneath.
Brucer went to a small bar, pouring a stiff drink and
gulping it greedily as he watched the girl climb onto the
soft mattress and stretch out with feline grace, her pale
arms and legs warm and inviting. The fence set his glass
down unsteadily, then walked to the bed, unzipping his
pants as he watched Lara roll across the smooth sheets.
The blonde girl halted her motion, crawling forward with
burning blue eyes as she watched the man grab his penis
and release it from his clothing. Lara knelt before
Brucer, taking his hardening cock with both of her hands
and sucking lightly on the head with her warm, red lips.
The tall man groaned with pleasure as Lara licked along
the shaft of his cock, her lips caressing his throbbing
meat as her tongue dripped saliva across the length of
his rod. Lara's head moved under the man's tool, her nose
nestled in his pubic hair as she sucked loudly on his
dangling balls. Brucer closed his eyes with ecstasy,
running his hands though the naked girl's thick, blonde
hair and down her bare back. Lara licked her way back to
the tip of Brucer's cock, then slid the member into her
mouth, forcing it deeply down her tight throat as her red
lips rubbed across its engorged surface. The thin man
moaned loudly, his hips thrusting forward as he rammed
his tool deep into the girl's oral orifice.
Lara grasped Brucer's waist, pumping her face back and
forth as she sucked energetically on the man's pole. The
fence fucked the naked girl's mouth for several minutes,
then removed his slick cock from her soft lips. He pushed
Lara back onto the bed, then spread apart her slim legs
and rubbed his rock-hard tool across her shaved pussy.
Lara moaned softly, begging the man with her eyes to fuck
her cunt hard. Brucer thrust his cock without warning
into the blonde girl's vagina, pushing the pulsing member
deep into her warm belly. Lara cried out with pleasure,
reaching over her head with both hands to grasp at the
sheets as she pumped her crotch against Brucer's stabbing
tool.
Brucer held both of Lara's legs against his chest,
licking her ankles and sucking on her toes as he pumped
his meat into her clenching pussy. The blonde girl's
breasts bobbed back and forth in rhythm to her erotic
motions, she took them in her small hands, squeezing the
soft mounds of flesh, then licking her pink nipples until
they were hard with lust. Brucer rammed his cock into the
girl's yielding cunt until his balls slammed against her
smooth, firm ass.
Lara panted as she felt the hardened pole pierce far into
her stomach, pressing against her g-spot until her body
trembled with a building orgasm. Brucer's thrusts grew
harder, more frantic as his own orgasm grew, he rubbed
his cheek against Lara's soft, silky leg while he pounded
his cock into the prone girl's glistening cunt. With a
loud grunt, Brucer shot his wad into Lara's empty belly,
his legs growing limp as the naked girl screamed with her
own intense orgasm.
The Gauntlets of Vader shimmered like churning oil, the
garments bursting with Dark power as they absorbed the
lust and eroticism dripping from the two humans. Lara
gasped as her mind overflowed with the Dark Side, she
pulled her legs away from Brucer, then reached out with
her gloved hands to grasp the fence's head.
Brucer jerked abruptly, his body limp as Lara blasted
into his mind and watched how he spanked and used Mara
Jade's bound body. The naked girl learned everything
about Berg's deal with Brucer, what they traded, what
repairs were done, even the technical specs of the Lady
Ravager that Brucer had briefly studied. The final piece
was the engine emission frequency that the Ravager
emitted when it jumped to Lightspeed and when it flew in
normal space.
Lara let Brucer's head go, which allowed the trembling
male body to fall to the floor in a pathetic heap. The
sweaty, blonde girl slid from the disheveled bed, then
draped on her black robe calmly. She looked at the
shivering, drooling man, then she looked down at her
black gloves that drank the light around them ravenously.
Reaching out with her right hand, Lara clenched a fist,
observing as Brucer grasped his throat and began choking
loudly.
Lara tightened her hand, her wet lips curving into a
cruel smile as she used the Force to choke the fence.
Brucer writhed on the floor, his face turning an ugly
blue before his neck snapped like a twig, ending his
spasms abruptly. Lara kissed her right, gloved hand
lovingly, then swept out of the brightly-lit room in a
swirl of black robe.
~ Mara Jade: Queen of the Empire ~
Chapter 7
The Lady Ravager hurled through Hyperspace as Mara sat at
her station upon the bridge. Captain Berg reclined in his
command chair, gazing at the swirling blue tunnel of
light that surrounded the agile corvette.
"Time to emergence in Realspace?" asked Berg.
"Thirty seconds," replied Mara.
"I hear that you and Luki are getting to know each other
pretty well," remarked Berg casually. "I didn't think
that he was your type."
"He's nice. He doesn't ignore me when he's done screwing
me," said the redhead sharply.
Berg raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly to himself at
Mara's vehemence. A console alarm sounded briefly,
announcing the ship's exit from Hyperspace as the light
tunnel disappeared to be replaced with a expansive field
of stars and empty space. Before Berg could reply to
Mara's harsh comment, the corvette shook violently,
sirens going off with ear-ringing volume.
"Report!" shouted Berg as he clung to the armrests of his
chair, the bridge rocking from powerful hull impacts.
"Imperial-class Star Destroyer off the starboard bow,
she's firing her turbolaser batteries at us," said Mara
as she manipulated her station controls. "Our shields are
still up, but fading fast."
Berg snarled with helpless rage, ready to order his crew
to battle stations just before the bridge plunged into
brief darkness. The emergency lights snapped on, red
illumination giving the room a hellish cast.
"They're firing ion cannons, the shields are gone,"
reported Mara while she stared at her displays.
"Get us out of here, full power to sub-light drives!"
spat the burly captain.
"The Star Destroyer's gaining on us, her IFF says she's
the Hunter," informed the Jedi girl calmly. The bridge
shook again, jarring Mara and Berg in their seats. "The
Hunter's locked a tractor beam on us. She's pulling us
in."
Berg pounded on his chair controls, the comm system
totally disrupted by the ion bombardment. The thickly-
muscled pirate rose from his chair, withdrawing his
blaster pistol from his holster desperately.
"Come on, Mara. We'll organize the crew and repel those
Imperial bastards," declared Berg as he began walking
towards the bridge's exit doorway.
"I don't think so, 'captain'," replied Mara as she also
stood up, turning to face her sadistic master defiantly.
"I gave you an order, bitch," growled Berg. "You're
conditioned to obey me."
"Luki has been helping me break away from you, I've
transferred my conditioning to him," smiled the Jedi
smugly, her hand straying to her dangling lightsaber.
"Fine. If I can't fuck you, I'll kill you, you worthless
whore!" shouted Berg as he raised his blaster, then fired
three shots at his onetime lover. Mara's lightsaber
hissed to life, then knocked away the laser bolts
effortlessly. The Jedi girl snaked forward, her blue-hued
blade slashing out to rip Berg's bare throat open.
The pirate gurgled as he clutched his ravaged neck, his
eyes wide with pain and disbelief as he fell to his
knees, then pitched forward to fall onto his face, a pool
of dark blood growing under his lifeless corpse. Sounds
of movement drew Mara's eyes from the dead body, her
attention focused on the petite, black-garbed visage of
Lara and the squad of Imperial Stormtroopers stationed
behind her, weapons at the ready.
"Mara Jade? I am Lara, servant of Emperor Emhyr, the
restorer of the Galactic Empire. I am here to escort you
home, my lady," said the blonde girl with a respectful
bow.
"We're going to Coruscant?" asked Luki in disbelief as he
sat on the edge of his bed.
"Yes. Apparently Emhyr wants to name me as his queen,"
replied Mara pensively while she paced across the length
of the smuggler's small cabin.
"Well, that's good news for you. What about me and the
crew of the Ravager?" asked the blonde-haired man.
"Convicted and sentenced to hard labor on a mining world.
Evidently the Empire is desperate for raw materials in
order to rebuild the Imperial Fleet."
"Mining, that's just great," moaned Luki hopelessly.
"I'll try to get a reprieve for you and Padija," promised
Mara with a reassuring smile.
"Why? We went along with your captivity. We didn't say
anything when Berg abused you, hell, I even helped him
degrade you. Why should you help us?"
"Because, you helped me shake off my submissiveness to
Berg, and you made me feel better after Berg tossed me
aside like a cheap toy. Besides, I need allies on
Coruscant, people not loyal to this guy, Emhyr. I don't
know who he is or why he wants me to be his queen, but
I've got a bad feeling about it," said Mara honestly.
"Okay, I can go along with that. Padija and I are with
you," swore Luki with a wry grin.
"Thank you. I appreciate it," acknowledged Mara as she
drew close to Luki, kissing him softly, then pressing her
luscious mouth harder against the thin man's lips.
The Hunter emerged from Lightspeed, slicing through the
spatial ether towards the jewel of the galaxy, Coruscant,
the capital of the Empire. Dozens of newly launched Star
Destroyers orbited the capital, including the first of
the Executor-class Super Star Destroyers. A Lambda- class
shuttle disgorged from the Hunter's hanger bay, speeding
swiftly towards Coruscant to deliver Mara to her new
lord.
The Jedi girl sat nervously in the passenger compartment,
her fingers shaking slightly until Luki covered them with
his own rough palm. Padija sat behind the couple, gazing
out of the shuttle's cockpit window in awe as she admired
the large fleet arrayed around her.
Lara sat at the front of the cabin, calm and serene as
she communed with the Force and her master, Emhyr. With a
deep portside turn, the shuttle flew by a slowly sailing
Star Destroyer, arrowing down towards the horizon-
spanning glory of Imperial City.
"I have brought her, master," said Lara reverently as she
knelt before Emhyr, Jedi Master and Emperor of the
Empire.
The tall, lithe man stood before a large observation
window, hands clasped behind his back as he watched the
lights of Imperial City wink on as the sun set. Emhyr
turned to regard his young apprentice, then spread his
arms wide open. The young girl leapt to her feet, hurling
herself into the Emperor's arms and hugging him tightly,
possessively.
"I missed you, little one," whispered Emhyr into Lara's
rich, blonde hair as he stroked her long, golden mane
affectionately.
"I missed you too, my lord," moaned Lara softly as she
snuggled closer against the Jedi Master's strong frame.
Emhyr tipped up Lara's head by her delicate chin, then
leaned down to kiss her warmly on the lips. The small
girl moaned with aching hunger, opening her mouth so that
the Jedi could slide his tongue past her red lips and
caress her tender throat wantonly. Emhyr slid his arms
across Lara's back, covering her tight ass with his
palms, then squeezing her buttocks firmly.
As the two lovers continued to kiss each other, Emhyr
picked up Lara as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He carried the horny, young girl to a waiting chair, then
set her down gently as she sucked lewdly on his lips.
Lara quickly discarded her black robe, but retained the
Gauntlets of Vader and her spiked-heeled, black shoes as
the Emperor spread her creamy, white legs apart, then
knelt before her to begin licking her blonde-bushed pussy
with his tongue. Lara groaned loudly with pleasure as
Emhyr tickled her cunt petals with his tongue, the probe
sliding across her pink slit until it grew wet with
glistening honey.
"Yes! Yes, master!" moaned the blonde girl as she ran her
fingers through Emhyr's short, black hair, her slim
thighs quivering as her lover sucked loudly on her tender
labia and clit. Emhyr halted his pussy licking long
enough to slide his tongue across her soft, milky inner
thighs. He rubbed his face and mouth across her sweet,
tender flesh, then returned to her cunt, the girl's
crotch thick with the scent of her aroused musk. Emhyr
buried his face inside Lara's snatch, his tongue a
relentless probe that pushed inside her vagina and
caressed the inside of her womb. Lara moaned with
sensuous agony, biting her lower lip as she clenched her
eyelids shut and writhed within the padded chair.
The Emperor slid his hands across Lara's flat stomach,
caressing her pale flesh until he reached her small, pert
breasts. The naked girl groaned with ecstasy as Emhyr
groped and fondled her tits, his fingers pinching her
sensitive, pink nipples until they were sore and bruised.
Lara pumped her hips back and forth, thrusting out her
crotch against Emhyr's face as he nuzzled her dripping
pussy and probed her belly with his wet tongue. The
blonde girl cried out as her young body orgasmed, sticky
fluid gushing from her tight slit into Emhyr's thirsty
mouth.
Emhyr returned to his feet, sliding his black robes aside
as Lara crawled out of her chair and knelt on her bare
knees upon the polished floor. The naked girl carefully
took Emhyr's hardened cock into her small hands, rubbing
the engorged member lovingly until her master groaned
with pleasure.
Slowly, teasingly, Lara licked the head of Emhyr's cock,
her petite, moist lips caressing the swollen tip, then
sliding down the shaft of the Emperor's tool till she
reached the base of his shaft. She slid Emhyr's balls
into her hot mouth, her tongue caressing the fleshy orbs
as she swirled them around her cheeks. Emhyr panted for
breath, clutching Lara's golden head and holding her
steady as he thrust his cock deep inside her slim throat.
Lara took her master's meatpole into her mouth and throat
until it filled her orifice, her lips stretched wide to
accept the pulsing shaft of his cock.
The girl moved her head back and forth, her lips
caressing and fondling the long tool as her tongue slid
around its length, drenching the member in her warm
saliva. Emhyr moaned with each thrust of his cock, the
blonde girl's mouth a burning hole of sexual ecstasy that
he had to pump into again and again, helpless within the
girl's seductive grasp. Lara slid her tongue down the
bottom side of Emhyr's cock, her nose rubbing against his
meat as she drenched his tool with her warm spit.
Emhyr grasped the base of his cock, holding Lara's face
still as he rubbed his shaft obscenely across her mouth
and nose, caressing her lips with his throbbing fucktool.
Lara licked the head of her lord's penis, her pink tongue
lapping his pole like a cat licking cream as she lavished
hot tongue licks all over the shaft of Emhyr's cock, her
strokes long and wet. Emhyr fucked Lara's mouth for
another minute, then he was forced to release his load, a
thick stream of cum spurting onto Lara's beautiful face
and breasts.
Emhyr staggered backwards, his breath coming in loud
gasps as Lara sat on the floor, licking her master's cum
from her lips and tits.
"I must get ready for my coronation," muttered Emhyr as
he resealed his robes, marching resolutely from the
large, dimly-lit room.
Lara remained silent, wiping cum from her face and
watching her lord with love and fanatical desire in her
young heart. The Gauntlets of Vader pressed close against
the naked girl's arms, the black leather warm and sensual
as it reflected her dark lust.
Hundreds of horns blew the Imperial anthem as the
coronation procession marched towards the front of the
Imperial Palace. Hundreds of thousands of citizens stood
in orderly ranks, guarded by thousands of Stormtroopers
that stood at disciplined attention.
Emhyr walked proudly down a red-carpeted march way,
flanked by two continuous lines of red-robed Imperial
Guard. Mara Jade walked behind and to the right of Emhyr,
dressed in a form-hugging red gown with an open slit
between her round breasts and slits along her thighs that
rose all the way to her hips.
The Jedi girl's hair was arranged in a royal coif that
coiled above her head, laced with glimmering, white
diamonds. Lara walked proudly at Emhyr's left, garbed in
a gown identical to Mara's, but hued as sleek, absorbing
black rather than red. The young girl's vibrant, blonde
hair was gathered at the base of her neck, falling in a
luscious column down her shapely back. Mara frowned as
she glanced at the Gauntlets of Vader worn by Lara, the
garments exuding a corrupt, oily sensation that made the
Jedi girl's spine quiver.
The trio reached the Palace's entry stairwell, climbing
the short distance to a carpeted dais where generals,
admirals, and Imperial statesmen waited respectfully.
Emhyr turned to face the thousands of faces gazing at him
with awe, then knelt on one knee as a dark acolyte
stepped forward and lowered the Emperor's Crown onto his
black-haired head. Emhyr rose from the ground, then
reached out with his right hand, waiting until Mara
tentatively slid her own palm into his.
"Long live the Empire! The age of chaos is over, now I
shall create an age of Order!" shouted Emhyr proudly.
"Long live the Empire! Long live the Emperor! Long live
the Queen!" roared the huge crowd, their shouts shaking
the tall skyscrapers of Imperial City like a barely
controlled earthquake.
THE END.
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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