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Mara Jade
by PJ
Chapter 7
Prime Minister Diella Solo sat alone in the Emperor's Throneroom and
watched a display
screen that hovered in the center of the long Hall. The last icons that
represented New Republic ships
winked out of existence, leaving only Imperial vessels and the unknown spheroid
warships in the Garash
system. Silent tears dripped down Diella's pale cheeks as she brooded over the
thousands of brave men and women who had died to defend the Republic. The
slim, young woman sat back heavily in the
padded throne and watched quietly as the unknown aliens poured out of
Hyperspace and began to overwhelm the surprised Imperial Star Destroyers. The
Imperial command ship, an Eclipse-class Super Star Destroyer, was making a
hasty retreat from Garash V as six alien cruisers rained laser bolts into its
weakening shields. Diella was too engrossed in the unfolding battle to notice
her older sister, Serilda, enter the throneroom and walk silently up to the
Emperor's chair.
"Daala is encountering some unforeseen obstacles, eh?" commented Serilda
with a smug grin.
"Yes. These unknown aliens are ripping through her fleet easily. I wish
they would have arrived before the New Republic Fleet was annihilated," replied
Diella mournfully.
"That was unfortunate," agreed the raven-haired woman. "It will take a
long time to rebuild the Fleet
again."
Serilda climbed the short flight of stairs to the top of the throne's
dais, then moved to stand on Diella's left side, where she placed a comforting
hand on her younger sister's smooth shoulder.
"Perhaps you need to rest for awhile," whispered Serilda soothingly before
she slapped her sister hard across the face, sending the blonde girl painfully
to the floor.
"What are you doing?" asked Diella in disbelief as her tall sister
advanced upon her.
"Getting rid of a weak little girl and replacing her with a true ruler. I
will lead the Republic to heights of glory you could never dream of!" shouted
Serilda fervently.
Diella raised her left arm to protect her face as Serilda ripped off her
white gown, then tore off her white panties and lacy, white bra. The beautiful
Prime Minister retained only her white, high-heeled shoes as Serilda removed
her own black, silk dress, revealing her lush, naked body.
"What are you going to do now?" asked the naked, blonde girl fearfully.
"I'm going to fuck your sweet, little body, then I'm taking over the New
Republic!" declared the dark-haired woman as she grabbed a handful of Diella's
long, blonde hair and forced the younger woman's face against her pussy.
"Lick it, whore!" commanded Serilda shrilly. The helpless girl blinked
away hot tears, then tentatively began licking her older sister's cunt lips
with her warm tongue. Serilda moaned softly and closed her eyes as the naked,
blonde girl licked the surface of her snatch, then slowly began to caress the
inside of her honey pot. The tall brunette pressed Diella's delicate lips
harder against her pussy, rubbing her throbbing fuckhole across her naked
sister's mouth. The blonde girl sucked lightly on Serilda's hardened clit,
then plunged her tongue deeply into the panting woman's cunt, exploring her
vagina lustfully. Serilda's full, round breasts rose and fell quickly as she
panted for air, then she began to squeeze them tightly with her hands and lick
her pink nipples. Diella began to feel wetness between her legs, so she slowly
lowered her right hand below her waist in order to rub her warm cunt.
Serilda pushed her aroused sister against the hard, marble floor, then
knelt down between the naked girl's outspread legs and began to hungrily suck
on Diella's blonde snatch. The prone girl moaned loudly as her older sister
chewed lightly on her labia petals, then nuzzled deeply into her love tunnel
and licked the throbbing flesh of her womanhood. Serilda kept the blonde
girl's slim legs apart with her hands as she licked wantonly in her younger
sister's pussy, tasting the warm honey that began to trickle out with relish.
Diella crossed her slim arms above her mane of golden hair as she moaned loudly
with pleasure and broke out in a sweat. The young girl's naked body convulsed
lightly as she orgasmed, and a stream of hot cum poured from her fuckhole into
Serilda's open mouth. The raven-haired woman lapped up all of her sister's
fluid like it was cream, then she licked the naked girl's pussy until no liquid
remained.
As Diella panted softly for breath, Serilda drew a slim knife from her
discarded dress and licked along the blade. Before the young girl noticed,
Serilda stabbed the blade deeply into her sister's chest,
piercing her heart instantly. Diella gasped in pain as her older sister
stabbed her again and again, giggling softly in amusement. After eleven blows,
Serilda stood up and dropped the dripping knife on top of her dress. Diella
stared blankly at the ceiling, her limbs outstretched and her pale skin turning
grey with death.
"I'll be a better ruler than you ever were, you stupid, fucking bitch,"
muttered Serilda with a cold smile.
**********************************************
Admiral Daala was flung hard against the wall of the passageway as the ISS
Maelstrom took another
direct hit from an alien warship. The lights of the passage flickered on and
off as the engines fluctuated.
Walking as fast as she could on the tilting deck, Daala reached the large doors
of the hanger bay and pressed the opening mechanism. The portals hissed open
as the ship shuddered from another hit, and distant explosions could be heard
from deep within the hull. The slim, attractive woman staggered into the dark
hanger and agilely climbed into an empty TIE Defender. Brushing away a stray,
copper hair,
Daala powered up the powerful starfighter and began to advance towards launch
portal.
"Admiral Daala! Mistress! Have you reached the hanger bay yet?" asked a
frantic officer.
"Yes, I'm leaving the ship now! Status report!" ordered the lovely woman.
"The Maelstrom's had it, mistress! Power's down to twelve-percent,
weapons are gone. I've had the crew abandon ship as you ordered," replied the
officer.
"Open a tac channel and tell the rest of the Fleet to retreat, we're no
match for these damned aliens right now," ordered Daala crisply as her Defender
leapt out into open space.
"Yes, mistress. Good luck!" said the unknown officer before the comm
channel cut off in a burst of static. Daala applied more thrust and shot away
from the crippled command ship before it blossomed into a angry nova of heat
and plasma, expanding to swallow several TIEs, alien fighters, and two spheroid
warships. Daala grimaced in disgust, then entered a preplotted nav route and
jumped into Hyperspace.
***********************************************
The Sluggorn commander slid gracefully on a trail of slime down the
corridor until it entered a long meeting room that was barely lit with small
gloworbs. Only one officer waited on the right hand side of the table, a
tactical officer with the results of their first engagement. The commander
slid to the head of the table, then relaxed on its long, hind quarters.
"The Imperial Fleet was completely destroyed?" hissed the commander.
"A few of their starfighters managed to make the jump to lightspeed, but
all of the cruisers were obliterated," reported the officer with a toothy grin.
"Good. Deploy the fleet and seize as many nearby systems as you can.
I'll tell that fool woman, Serilda, that we're 'liberating' the worlds from
Daala and that we'll protect them for the Republic until their fleet is
rebuilt."
"Brilliant strategy, sir," gushed the officer.
"Thank you. I thought so," replied the commander as it sat up proudly.
"I want total control of the Outer Rim within the next month, it won't take
long for Serilda to see through our deception and start to move against us."
"With the state of her fleet, she won't be much of a threat even if she
discovers the truth," said the officer scornfully.
"Maybe, but I've learned not to underestimate these humans, they can be
quite clever if you give them a chance. Now, since business is concluded for
the day, I can relax and have some fun. Bring in the prisoner that you
captured," ordered the commander cheerfully.
With a nod of its lumpy head, the tactical officer slid to the door and
motioned for a guard to bring the requested prisoner. The commander began to
drool in anticipation as a wheeled examining table was brought into the room
and angled until it was vertical to the floor. Mara Jade blinked her eyes
sleepily, her wrists and ankles bound with thick metal restraints to the cold,
metal table. She was completely naked, her round, firm breasts rising and
falling slowly as the drugs in her body kept her complacent and docile.
"I've never had a Jedi before," hissed the commander as it advanced on the
helpless, naked girl with
three, dripping, engorged, phallic limbs that dangled in front of it's torso.
THE END
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