All over the universe, there were parades dedicated to Her glory. Hundreds of systems, bowed in worship, thanking their Empress for Her mercy.
Courscant was exploding with celebrations of their love and worship of their Mistress. Stormtroopers marched through the main streets of the capital, an act of showing the galaxy that it belonged to the Empire.
Crowds gathered around the Imperial Palace, home of their absolute ruler. The building was the most impressive in the whole galaxy. It had sharp, gleaming, white towers penetrating the sky. The whole building was a shrine to the Empress's beauty.
And there inside was the Empress, in all her glory. She was minutes away from, giving her speech on the balcony to all her loyal subjects and servants. She just had one little bit of business to attend to.
The Empress walked into the throne room as Her royal guards knelt at Her presence. The Queen of the Galaxy was wearing a fabulous white gown with red lines coming across it. Her hair was done up into a entriqute pattern of plaits and crosses. She looked eternal. To be guard of the Empress required numerous challenges both physical and psychological. They had jump in front of the Empress in a mock assassination attempt and take the bullet. They had to endure torture for over two months to serve their Mistress. And they had to love and worship the Empress, above all else.
And the Empress would only allow women to guard her. She felt men were too easily distracted.
The Empress approached her throne and ascended Her seat of power. The throne was almost as beautiful as the Empress herself. It was pearl white and pure gold, with diamonds and rubies encrusted in it. It was situated 3 feet off the ground so she would look down on all.
"Rise", she announced to her servants.
They stood up from their kneeling position but their heads remained bowed, as a show of reverence to their Empress.
Then, the double doors swung open, allowing a small group of imperial stormtroopers to step inside. They weren't along. They formed a circle, around a young woman. She looked like she'd been through hell. She had chains on her and a collar around her thin neck. There were long red scars on her face and back. The girl was being dragged in, with her feet scraping across the ground. This was… Ashoka Tano.
While the rest of the party, knelt in front of the Empress, two stormtroopers still had their grip on the torgruta's chains. Ashoka was unconscious at moment, but a shock of electricity danced on her body from head to toe. She immediately awoke and began to writhe in pain.
"Release her", the Empress commanded in a regal voice. She was going to enjoy this.
"Yes, your Imperial Majesty", the stormtroopers do as in unison.
The chains around the girl were released except for the collar. Her eyes began to flutter and opened. They immediately widened. She went to run towards the Empress.
But, upon reaching her she did not attack. She collapsed the ground in front of the Empress. She outstretched her hands in worship. She raised her head, staring at the Queen. And then she spoke.
"Your Imperial Majesty", Ashoka said in a scared voice. "Please have forgiveness for my sins. I have wronged my Empress, my Queen and my Goddess. Please punish me for my mistakes and maybe one day, I'll be worthy of you as my Mistress".
She began to passionately kiss the Empress's bare feet, sucking each toe individually and occasionally looking up to her Queen. The look on the Empress's face was one of unimaginable euphoria.
"Leave us", she told the remaining people in the room, including the royal guards. They bowed low, with their heads facing the ground and began to vacate the throne room.
Ashoka was now licking the heel of the Empress's foot. Her mouth, sucking the dirt of Her heel was making a 'pwwwwhhhh' sound.
The Empress spoke. "Do you you worship me", she asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, your Majesty", Ashoka returned, back to sucking the Queen's toes.
"Take off your clothes", the Empress demanded. She was going to remember this for a long time.
Without another word, Ashoka ripped off her simple torn robe which revealed her naked body.
The Empress spread her legs across the armrests of Her throne which revealed Her vagina. The Empress had a look of anticipation on Her, which showed on Her playful lips. She also reached behind her throne and brought out a chain and with a 'click', attached it to Ashoka's collar.
"Lick it", the Empress of the Galaxy commanded.
Ashoka stood up and then knelt back down. She plunged her face between the Queen's legs and began to furiously lick Her vagina. Her head disappeared into the depths of the Empress's legs.
The Empress began to let out a moan of pleasure. She grapped Her slave's head and began to rock it back and forth. She continued moaning until she suddenly spoke.
"Enough", she commanded. Ashoka immediately fell to the floor in worship with her hands outstretched.
"I'm sorry, your Worship", she cried. "Punish me how you see fit and I will beg for your forgiveness.
The Empress reached again behind her throne and brought out a black dildo. She stretched it out and brought in around her hips. She also yanked the chain around Her slave's neck and pulled her to her knees. She then pushed her down the floor, so that Ashoka's ass was facing the wall. The Empress stood up and walked around her servant.
"Remember my dear subject, that I, Empress of the Galaxy am not without mercy. I'm not going to kill you", The Queen smiled and put her hands around Ashoka's hips. "No, no. Death is too good for you. But I have other plans for you".
The Empress began to thrust back and forth. The didlo entered Ashoka's anal area. The Empress looked to be enjoying herself. Her hands were clenched on Her slave's ass, digging in harder as she moved faster.
This time, it was Ashoka who let out a moan. She was breathing quite heavily now, with her face in the ground.
The Empress, who looked as if she was having the time of her life, reached into the anal area with her hand and began widening it. She let out a fit of giggling.
Ashoka let out a scream of pain, not pleasure. Her face was scrunched into a ball of stress with tears streaming down her face.
"I can't! I can't! I can't!", she screamed, emphasising the last. She pulled away from her Mistress. She fell to the floor again, hands outstretched. "I'm sorry. I have failed you, your Imperial Majesty. Please forgive me. I love you and worship you as a Goddess. Torture me forever. I'm not worthy of your grace and mercy.
The Empress threw the didlo behind the throne. She looked very angry. In fact, she looked furious.
"I gave you a chance for forgiveness", the Queen spat out. "And what did you do. You spat in my face. My mercy has limits. So now, we revert to the original plan".
The Empress ascended her glorious throne and looked at her slave. She then raised her hands and proclaimed. "There is no mercy".
Force lightning erupted from her royal fingertips. The lightning hit Ashoka and danced around her body, stabbing her. It covered her from head to toe. She was blown back to the wall.
Ashoka was writhing in agony. She tried to let out a scream of desperation but no sound escaped her lips.
The Empress began to intensify Her lightning, it turning from light blue to blood her. Her smile widened along with it, marvelling at Her own ability to cause pain.
Ashoka had curled up into a ball, shaking back and forth, mentally begging for the pain to stop but it would not. The lightning taunted her as it raced around her body, turning into little daggers of pain before injecting themselves into Ashoka's body.
And then, her body slumped and her mind fell into unconsciousness. The Empress looked disappointed, as if a child's playtime was over.
She was only getting started.
But then, she had an idea. She retracted her lightsaber, from inside her dress and ignited it. The dark crimson lit up the room and the 'swoom' filled the silence. She approached her slave. The Empress than reached out with her mind and levitated the togruta into the air. She then swung her sword through the former jedi's montrals. It was the closest thing the pathetic girl had to hair. They would never grow back. Ashoka awoke immediately and began to scream however no sound escaped her cracked lips. Her windpipe was being crushed from the inside out. Her eyes betrayed the agony that she was feeling.
The Empress left her there, crouched against a wall but unable to move. All she could do was feel pain. And that's all she would do, for the rest of her long, long life.
The Empress didn't even raise her hand to move the severed montrals. The floated in the air and then attached themselves to the wall above the Empress's throne. Another symbol of what happens when you move against the Queen of the Galaxy.
She'll have to 'talk' to Her rehabilitation enforcers again. Another failed attempt.
She levitated Ashoka's body on to the wall in front of the throne. There it stuck to it, along with other trophies including Kenobi's, Windu's and Yoda's. Their pain ended months ago but it was still satisfying looking at their corpses. The hopeful senator act worked like a charm on those fools.
She walked over to her throne again and once again ascended the steps of it. The Empress of the Galaxy sat down and enjoyed the memories of that experience. Soon Vader would return to her side, her dark Prince to her Empress. She ruled and he enforced. Oh, how she longed for him. But off he was, conquering worlds in her royal name, making them bow to her.
She called out "Guards", and the double doors opened, allowing sunlight to enter the throne room. Two guards, walked in, bowed low and then awaited instructions.
"I am ready to address my empire", said the Empress of the Galaxy, Padme Amidala.