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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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