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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. 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