The last few days haven't gone well for the young Jedi Padawan. He had been sent on a mission to scout a possible target - the target being an Imperial factory manufacturing the bulk of the Empire's Navy fighters. The Tie fighter, however they are not the standard non-shielded cannon fodder but elite's, the fighter have shields, hyperdrive and proton torpedoes, something like this is a major threat to the grewing rebellion's movement.

But he had also been given the mission of finding and taking supplies urgently needed. However he had been spotted and has spent the last few days ducking and dodging the stormtroopers after him. They have been persistent. Obviously the factory is something they didn't want anyone to know about, especially a known rebellion member. To make it worse he is a commander of the Empire making him a higher priority target.

Ezra is pulled out of his thoughts as a laserbolt would have hit his head if he hadn't sensed it approaching seconds before impact. Looking where the shot came from filled his heart with dread, Mandalorians. There are four not including their leader wearing a yellow-gold helmet, all wearing jetpacks flying towards him flanking their leader.

The mandalorian furthest to the right leans forward firing at him a missle from this jetpack which Ezra barely managed to avoid using the force to jump off the ground and flipping away. However it is followed by continuous fire from their pistols and carbines.

Ezra runs across the rooftop at full pace before jumping over the edge flipping 180 degrees and unleashing a huge built up force pushing flinging two out of the sky far away. Ezra turns still in the air and rolls as his feet hit the next rooftop. Glancing behind has his eyes widening as their leader increases their speed flying further and further ahead of their companions.

A laserbolt hits the rooftop before his feet causing him to stop and pull out his lightsaber, igniting it and turning to face them deflecting and parrying their laser fire. However as the others joined their leader the concentrated fire of the group quickly overwhelmed him forcing Ezra further and further back towards the edge of the rooftop.

Taking a chance he steps backwards off the rooftop disengaging his lightsaber. The group look down at him from the rooftop and Ezra gives them a two fingered salute. The yellow-gold Mandalorian takes the carbine with a scope off a companion. Bringing the blaster up, looking through the scope and squeezing the trigger, lowering the blaster as the laserbolt travels through the air impacting the young Jedi's left calf disabling him from escaping.

Ezra hits the ground with a scream feeling his fleshing burning. The four Mandalorians jump down after retrieving the carbine from their leader. The group walk up to Ezra grabbing him off the ground, two holding him in place as one binds his hand behind his back. Them goes around him, joining his final companion a few feet away off centred either side pointing their blaster pistols at him.

The sound of boots hitting the group as their leader dropped to the ground after jumping off the rooftop, slowly walking towards Ezra before reeling their arm back before smashing their fist against Ezra's face instantly knocking him unconscious.

The leader walks away with the others following, two dragging him and the other two flanking him a little further ahead.


Arriving at a fortress back on Mandalore the group drag him after their leader into the throne room as they sit down, they push Ezra down onto his knees. Another warrior walks into the room with a bucket of water, throwing the cold water at Ezra instantly waking him up. One of the Mandalorians removes Ezra's lightsaber before walking up the throne and handing the device to their leader.

The leader is quiet for a while before removing their helmet resting it on the throne's right arm. As Ezra coughs and sputters, shaking the leader raises her hand, "leave us". They do as they have been commanded, leaving them alone.

Ezra, having collected himself, looks up at the throne where an attractive older woman looks down at him. Before Ezra can say anything the woman speaks up, "do you know who I am, young one?"

Ezra shakes his head, "no."

Pushing herself off the chair she walks down the steps as she introduces herself, "my name is Countess Ursa." Stopping in front of him she slowly gets down on one knee she takes his chin in her hand looking him in the eyes. "You are my prisoner and we are going to have so much fun". Ursa said, smirking.

Ursa grabs his arm lifting him as she stands up before dragging him down the room down several hallways until reaching her personal chambers and throwing him onto the bed before closing and locking the door.

She looks at him with a smile, her eyes roaming over his body. She removes her armour, her under clothes quite revealing. She smirks at the young man as she walks off finding a medpac to treat his injury.

She walks towards the bed placing the medpac on the bed as she makes quick work of his trousers and underwear looking at his member before unnecessarily removing the rest of his clothes. Closer to ripping them off.

Ursa opens the medpac, picking out a spray to prevent infections, along with a synth patch and a bandage to hold it in place. Climbing onto the bed she places her left leg between his leg getting to work on his injury, listening to him hiss as she sprays the disinfectant before applying the synth patch.

As she takes the bandage off the mattress and starts to wrap the cloth around his calf she leans forwards running her tongue up and down his length, kissing the head and smirking as he almost immediately gets hard. She slides her lips over his cockhead before sucking hard taking his full length into mouth and moans as she feels hears him moan.

Finishing the bandage she adjusts her position bobbing her head up and down as she explores his torso with her hands. With her experience it doesn't take long before his release comes, filling his mouth not able to contain the load, it drips down her chin. She gets onto her knees stripping off the remainder of her clothes before the sperm falls down onto his breasts.

Moving further up his body Ursa straddles him, taking his member in her hand and lining it up with her entrance. Neither being slow or gentle she slams down with a slap as her butt hits thighs, gasping loud before turning into moan. She slides up and down quickening the pace with every other stroke, her head going back and her mouth wide open.

She looks at the young man's handsome face, who still has his arms bound behind him. She leans forwards pushing her hands into his chest bringing her face to his neck running her tongue up and slowly giving open mouthed kisses. Ezra can see her full ass shaking back and forth over her shoulders.

Moving away from his neck Ursa looks down into his eyes studying his face as she slows down and after a few moments leans away sliding a hand underneath her pillow grabbing her knife and cutting Ezra's binds and throwing them onto the floor. Taking his hands she places them on her waist smiling as the young man fails to contain his enjoyment, coming out in a long string of moans.

Ursa gasps as he thrusts up a loud slap echoing off the walls, several more follow up momentarily causing Ursa to lose control. She doubles her effort mesmerised with the musical sounds of their moans, gasps, groans and loud wet slapping filling the room.

Ursa, unable to keep full balance, falls forwards her face inches from his panting, gasping as she is unexpectedly spanked. One last moan Ursa climaxes and a few moments later Ezra follows up inside her.

Ursa collapses on him panting before wrapping her arms around his neck, smiling and kissing his cheek. "I'm keeping you," Ursa whispers seductively into his ear.