The Death Star
The chilling bite of the binders upon her wrists felt like a tropical beach beneath a scorching blue sky sun compared to the ice-like burn beneath her toes as she stood upon the command deck of the superstructure.
Around her, short men and scattered women, clad in their grim, grey, neatly pressed uniforms pranced hither and thither between operating panels, consoles, and their own little clusters of hushed whispers and gossip, a few even daring to break decorum as they spy a brief glance towards the 'Ambassador', draped from shoulder to ankles in the same white flowing robes she bore when she had been captured days past, their warm thick wool and silk design did well to conceal herself beneath. Though she stood at an 'adorable' 4ft 8 as several men she knew called it, she had the body to suit it, a perfect hourglass figure, honed and trained, fed and pampered by not only the finest royalty could attain, but by the hard work and rugged experience fighting and leading Rebel cells entails, the sheer sight of it enough to drive any mortal man to unquenchable lust, and one of the more potent tools in her arsenal of 'diplomatic' means, but with these robes, even a droid couldn't guess as to what lay beneath them, and certainly no guess would do it justice.
With the looks she got just now, she didn't need to hear them to know what they mumbled beneath their breath, nor what barbs they hissed between one another in her presence.
'Rebel scum'
'Traitor'
'Princess Whore'
She had heard it all before from more significant, more terrifying servants of the Empire. Though only Nineteen years of age, it wasn't her first time with Imperial Binders clasped upon her, though perhaps the stakes were different this time. She usually had a plan, resources at the ready, and her status, all of which were powerful tools in engineering her escapes and escapades over the years. Now here she stood, cold, bound, with no clue as to where she stood and a number of charges against her that there was no way to simply 'play it off'.
Leia was stuck in this for quite the stretch she knew, as the man before her turned, silhouetted by the viewing window and the millions of stars beyond them and the sole, illuminating glow of the blue atmosphere of Alderaan.
"Princess Leia of the house, Organa." He chided in formal mockery, arms clasped behind his back much like hers, only free of the shackles.
"Governor Tarkin, it would seem reasonable only a man of your influence could imprison an official ambassador of the Imperial senate without clau-"
"Without clause? Your majesty, your ship was observed stationed within a flotilla of the Rebel Alliance and was summarily hunted down and captured with you onboard." He interrupted, slowly approaching her.
"I w-" She protested.
"You were on board the very ship that opened fire on our legal boarding party, and you specifically resisted arrest and killed a soldier of the Empire!" He continued his chastisement of the teen.
"They at-" She tried her damndest to get a word in
"And transmission was intercepted between your ship and a relay station with information regarding classified plans to this very battle station we stand aboard now!" He halted and now stood directly in front of her, eyes glowering down upon her with a sneer.
She smirked as she slowly gazed up at him and in a single motion, spat a mouthful of saliva up into his beady little eyes, causing him to recoil and quickly strike back with his palm over her face. She grunted as the strike spun her head but did not shift nor crumble to her knees, standing firm as she spoke up, face still stinging from the blow.
"I suppose you should add assault of an Imperial official to the list, Governor." She mocked, watching him wipe his eye with a small cloth produced from his breast pocket.
"It matters not what charges come now. Your execution is already scheduled should you not comply with our interrogation." He grumbled, tucking the tissue back into his pocket, turning from her. "And as much as it pains me to say, I shall not be leading those efforts."
Leia now found herself curious, who aboard the station was all the more foul and sadistic than Tarkin. The only possibility could be one man. It was then that Leia became all too aware of just how colder the room grew around her. Bare feet upon the floor now to the point of numbness as behind her, she heard the heavy, stomping footfalls of a beast approaching, the raspy telltale gasps of a prisoner damned within a cell of his own makings. As a shadow descended over her, and the light from the consoles, and the stars and her homeworld grew dimmer by his approach, she slowly turned, craning her neck back to gaze up at her captor and her soon-to-be torturer, Darth Vader.
Tano Residence, Anchorhead, Jundland Wastes
"Help me, Ahsoka Tano. You're my only hope." Leia's voice buzzed and crackled in the gentle flicker of the holoprojector, arms resting upon her round, child-baring hips, her perky teenage breasts and creamy, milky white skin hypnotised and teased Luke as he sat transfixed by the Holo before it was quickly shut off and his attention diverted by the intimidating physique of the Togruta before him, clad in her vest and a taught set of panties.
"Are you okay, Luke?" Ahsoka asked, gazing down at him with a strange mix of disappointed concern. She seemed almost embarrassed that Luke saw what he did. Odd for a stripper to care for a holoprojections modesty.
"I'm fine, just a little confused... who was that?" He asked, letting his other concerns rest for now, resting his arms upon his lap, hiding his newly sprouted erection from the Togruta after redressing himself, occasionally breaking his gaze from her to glance down the hallway towards Dashlaa's room.
"That was an old friend of mine, or well, a friend's daughter." She spoke, trailing off towards the end, muttering quietly. "Suppose that's true." Shaking the thought off before seating herself next to Luke, sighing.
"Is what she tells the truth? Are you a Jedi? You fought in the Clone Wars?" He asked, shifting slightly to face her, seeming to light up as the topic shifted.
"I -was- a Jedi, a time ago, as was your father, fighting side by side in the Clone Wars." Her eyes drifted away from him, a gentle smile taking hold of her lips, conflicting with the shame her eyes held back.
"My father?" Luke scoffed, shaking his head, glancing down to R2, picturing the message it had once displayed. "No, he was a deep space cargo runner who died in a Hypercollision." Luke dismissed the old memory.
"That is what your Uncle told you," Ahsoka nodded lightly. "at my request." she added upon the end, enough to furrow Luke's brow as he glanced back, tilting his head. "He was a Jedi Knight, who, above all else, cared for those close to him. He was a loving husband, a wonderful teacher, and a good friend."
Luke watched as she stood from the bed, her hand upon his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze as her fingers drifted away, watching her ass squish around the flimsy fabric of the panties as she walked, a clear dark spot of moisture staining them where he could only imagine his seed dribbling out, shaking his head to dismiss the thought, far more critical things were at hand.
Returning to his senses, he noticed Ahsoka standing before him again. Clasped in her hand, before her well-sculpted belly, was a strange cylindrical device, almost like a Hydrospanner, but a very old, archaic model of one. He raised a hand slowly, the tips of his fingers grazing over her skin as he clasped upon the hilt, squeezing it tight.
She lingered for a second longer than intended before pulling her hand back, shifting to sit next to him once more, wrapping an arm around his waist and leaning against him, squishing her left breast against his shoulder as he turned and twisted the device in his grasp. Reaching out, she clasped upon his hand and guided the emitter away from them both before pressing her thumb on the activation switch and with a burst of light and the hiss of air vaporising under a beam of plasma, the Lightsaber shot to life.
Dash awoke with a lurch and a gasp into the air as her back arched her belly high into the air. She felt the crushing squeeze of her thighs around her fingers before the sticky squish of her lower lips around her still buried fingers, as the flashes of pain and pleasure in her throat came back to her, the smell and taste of Luke Skywalker still fresh on her tongue as she reached up, patting herself down, feeling her still naked form, sweaty, sticky and stinking of raw sex permeating her room. Glancing around, she saw no sign of the Farmhand nor his droid, giggling to herself as he had once again cum and run. The thought only made her tingle all the more but the disappointment did linger just beneath it.
Then something graced her door, the sound of a strange, buzzing hum, like a fly passing by someone's ear, back and forth without a moment's rest, and the scent of fire, burning ozone and plasma. Quietly she crept to her door, triggering the manual release to quietly glide it open without so much as a peep as her golden, nude body snuck down the hallway to the source of the strange buzzing. It was coming from her mother's room. Leaning up against the door, she pressed her head against it, closing her eyes and snooping in on the audio. She heard her mother giggling and that ever-present strange buzzing whirr.
"Mhm, so hot." Her mothered voice muffled through the door, and quickly Dashlaa retreated. She was hearing her mothers 'alone time', needless to say, she didn't want to be caught outside!
Keeping to her namesake, she dashed into her room, quickly grabbing her leathers and her shirt, pulling them on in a chaotic sprint before making her way out of the front door and to anywhere that'll strip her of the memory.
"Don't touch the blade, whatever you do." Ahsoka continued her exploration of the Lightsaber in Luke's grasp. "It'll melt through anything it touches." She whispered, idly grinding her chest against the side of the Farmer's head, soon releasing his hand to let him direct and manoeuvre the blade to his content. "It used to belong to your father. He wanted you to have it... I kept it until I figured you were ready for its responsibility."
The blade transfixed Luke. He barely even noticed Ahsoka's roaming paws or her rising body heat, nor the soft pillowy breasts he laid his head upon before finally thumbing the switch again and resting the hilt by his side, moving to shrug Ahsoka off him to stand up next to R2.
"What happened to my father?" He asked, turning to observe Tano, who now lay on her side upon the bed, her vest barely able to contain her breasts spilling out, but only by a miracle did they, her panties however doing nothing to hide her swollen, puffy labia, nor the almost visible heat that rose from it as he stood above her, Anakin's Saber clasped in hand.
"He was killed by a great evil known now as Darth Vader." Ahsoka pressed her lips together, her eyes seeming to focus more as the question broke some of the lusty air that surrounded her. "He found your father one day and tortured him, breaking him piece by piece until finally, he died. Vader took almost everything he owned, his reputation, his standing, and even the love of those around him. No one realised until it was too late."
Luke lifted his shirt, stashing the Saber into his belt beneath the fabric, giving Ashoka a glimpse of his own, well toned, bulky form, hidden well by his baggy Farmer's clothes, as was to be expected of a fieldhand. "What happened to Vader?"
"I killed him," Ahsoka whispered, sitting upright on the bed now, clutching her knees as the mood was broken between them. "I loved him once upon a time... before I realised the monster he was."
"Vader?" Luke questioned
"Yes, when I realised your father was gone, I struck him down and fled with your mother. She died giving birth to you. I took you to the only family you had left." She bowed her head. "And I decided to stay here with Dashlaa."
"Dash..." Luke muttered quietly, glancing behind him at their closed door. "You loved him... is Dashlaa?" His question trailed off. She knew what he was asking, and she nodded. "Vader was her father."
The Lars Homestead, Jundland Wastes
Smoke rose high into the sky. Below it continued to rage and choke its way through every tunnel, into every room and passage, scorching those within it and driving them hurling into the open desert air. Owen was beside her, upon his knees, clutching his chest as he hacked up another fit of coughing, expelling the ash, soot and sand from his mouth as she watched on helpless, her hands clasped upon a wrist behind her, which in turn held a fistful of her hair.
Before Beru stood a mid-sized, armour-clad warrior in strange, angular black plating, crested over with the symbols of the Empire. She clutched a Lightsaber with a shimmering red blade in one hand, hovering just next to Owen as he continued coughing. Behind Beru stood another warrior in almost identical equipment. It was practically impossible to distinguish them beyond their voices that being the one before Owen always spoke, and the one behind her had barely let free a breath, let alone a word.
"Where are the Droids?" The Inquisitor growled above the old Farmer in her distorted, mechanical voice behind the mask. Owen, however, could barely answer.
"You b- HACK -burned them all!" He gasped for air, falling forward to his hands and knees. Beru looked confused. Surely he couldn't be so out of breath still as she watched him desperately clutch at his throat.
"Owen!" She screamed before feeling a dull pain overtake her as the second Inquisitor beside her struck the side of her head with the hilt of the Saber in her left hand.
"The Astromech and the Protocol droid! Where are they!" She snarled again, this time lifting her free hand, clenched into a fist as Owen rose with it, floating into the air, seemingly hoisted up by an invisible noose as he continued to grasp and clutch at his neck.
"I don't kn-" He croaked out before a thundering CRACK silenced him, his arms and legs falling limp as his neck snapped. His body was flung back into the doorway to the Lars Homestead as it landed upon the steps, now engulfed in flames, much to the groggy dismay of a now sobbing Beru.
"If he doesn't know anything, I guess we'll have to get it out of you." She spoke, lifting the burning blade of her Saber and advancing upon Beru.
Anchorhead, Jundland Wastes
Luke took up a spot behind the Astromech, rested both hands upon its dome, and pushed forward, trying to shove the bucket of bolts up the steep ramp into Dashlaa's store, much to the praise of a single occupant he could see.
"Master Luke returns! Thank the maker, you know I am not programmed to be a vendor droid. I think we had three shopliftings since you and Lady Tano left me here!" C-3PO exclaimed.
"Yeah, that's great 3PO. Is Dash here?" Luke dismissed the droid almost entirely as he finally got R2 into the store and quickly scanned the counter and shelves, seemingly Togruta-free.
"She got back a few minutes ago. I believe she is in the back office. She ordered me not to let anyone back there until she returns!"
"Unfortunately for you, I outrank her in your programming, so I'm going back there." Luke shrugged, turning towards the counter and heading for the door that led into the storeroom just behind it.
The storeroom was an odd assortment of items, huge boxes missing a panel, some containing parts of both starfaring vehicles and more local terrain vehicles. Podracer turbines, Dune Walker leg replacements, Sail-barge Canopy repair kits, there'd be enough back here to jury-rig a full-blown freighter vessel at a push, yet no sign of the Leather-bound Mechanic.
He continued his quiet traipse through the back halls, towards a distant door from which a faint blue glow emitted and the muffled sounds of a Holoprojection. As he crept closer, he heard more and more curious sounds seeping out from the crack in the door, a steady rhythm of thumping, the distortion of voices through a Holoprojector, what sounded like raspy moans and lustful swears.
As he neared the crack and peeked an eye inside, his nose was overwhelmed with the scent of alien cravings, the same smell he had tasted a hundred times in Dashlaa's underwear, and the sight that graced him was as divine as it was concerning.
Dashlaa leaned over a desk, laden with bits of scrap and broken equipment, various tools and trinkets, her mouth agape, head craned to the ceiling above her as she gasped, moaned and huffed a strange, tan bundle in her right hand, her left manoeuvring what looked to be a Hydrospanner into her gushing cunt, pointed straight at the door as it squirted and spurted several globules and streams of golden pleasure onto the floor behind her as she fucked herself with the tool, beside her on a table was a handheld Holocomm displaying an oddly familiar scene, him only a few hours prior, ramming himself balls deep between her thighs in her bedroom, seemingly on a loop as his holo-self over and over again growling "-alien trash." on repeat.
The sight, scent and sound already drawing him to full mass, and a strange lingering pleasure above it all, the same pang of pleasure and guilt rolled into one, the same he felt when he first entered Ahsoka.
'Taboo.' One of the girls said at the Lekku Licku dance bar told him he was waiting for his uncle to finish up with a 'fine piece of Cathar ass' as the bouncer Lez told him before he went inside.
That word stuck with him, however 'Taboo.' Supposedly it meant an immoral, prohibited or otherwise frowned upon action, but that great pleasure can often be derived from such, a mix of guilt and desire.
That is what this strange new sensation was. He liked it. And now it was guiding him into the room. He usually would knock, announce himself, something to inform Dash that he was coming. The thought was drowned out under the guttural moans of the Togruta Teen before him, gently moaning his name to the heavens as she continued pummelling the thick Durasteel tool betwixt her legs, her bulging thighs squished tight inside her leather trousers, pushed halfway down her legs, stuck just above her knees as her bare Tano ass was out on display for him, just like her mothers only several shades brighter.
The urges overcame him, and into the room he crept, the creak of the door drowned out by another moan as she muffled her cries in the tan rags in her other hand. Upon stepping closer and fishing his fully erect shaft into his palm, he noticed the rag. It was one of his old shirts, and he lost it a long time ago while helping Dashlaa move some heavy crates around the store. He took it off, working up a sweat, and had not seen it for months
It stank of him, which is precicely why she kept it. She was addicted to him.
'Who am I not to sate that addiction' Luke pondered as his own pants fell to his knees, pulling his shirt open and lining himself up behind her, multiple gushes streaming out over his bare cock, dribbling now as his tip as it lines up with her puffy, soaked cunt.
In a rapid, forceful motion, his hand grasped the wrist of her thrusting arm, wrenching both it and the tool away and up behind her back, thrusting his cock inside in rapid succession, sinking deep into her well-moistened, glistening love tunnel, breaching her cervix and ramming against the roof of her womb in one fell blow, her scream was cut short as his other hand reached up, grasping around her mouth, squishing it closed as she cried into his hand, her legs, body and inner walls shaking, clenching against him, overthrown by a near immediate climax as she catches him out of the corner of her eye, staring back shocked, and wide-eyed as he buried himself deep, and without delay began ramming his hips against her bulbous ass, letting thick, thundercracks of his hips striking her ass into the air, drowning out the same distorted slaps that the Holo was producing.
"Are you secretly recording me every time I fuck you, you sneaky little minx?" He grinned as his hips continued thrusting her into the desk, pushing more and more of her quivering climax from her body as she wriggled and writhed in his grasp, one arm restrained behind her back, the other now clutching the table as she dropped the old shirt, holding on for dear life as he rammed her deeper and harder against the cold steel. Her voice mumbled under his palm as he silenced her response. Whatever it was, he didn't care.
"Without my permission, no less. I think this is the start of a good apology, don't you?" He grinned, leaning down to wrap his lips around her left Lekku, biting gently upon it as he fucked her like a dog over the table, pressing her down upon it, as his balls slapped up against her swollen, dribbling clitoris. "As for the rest, I'll take that from you when I want it, yes?"
She let out another muffled moan as tears welled in her eyes, and she rapidly nodded her head. The sight of this had Luke slow, worry overcoming him as he halted his thrust, letting his hand falling away and easing the restraint of her arm.
"Oh, Dash, no, are you okay? I didn't mea-" He began to apologise before she thrust her hips back against him, biting down upon his hand briefly, cutting it slightly with her fanged teeth.
"Why the fuck did you stop?!" She growled back to him, hips thrusting against him even still as one of her boots came up to kick him in his shin, trying to get him back into the swing of it.
Luke blinked, overwhelming relief taking him as he reimmersed himself, clasping her mouth once again, bleeding slightly against her lips as his hips rammed full force once more into her cunt, spreading her cheeks around his belly each time, his arm pushing harder against her wrist, restraining it once again and bending it slightly further, hurting it with a bit of added pressure as she moaned into his hand once again, eyes rolling in her head.
"Consider this the first of several apology fucks, anywhere, anytime. Anyway, I want." He continued his past train of thought as he felt the tickling churn of his balls creep up on him, his climax soon approaching as he ground deep within her womb. "In the store, in your house, even in your mom's room, or out in the middle of the street, like the cock hungry, alien whore your species is."
And so the magic words had been spoken, and her body convulsed once again as she wriggled and writhed in his arms, seemingly fighting back against him as the sound of splashing fluids hit the floor beneath them, losing control of her body. She finally let loose, her golden lips draining out a golden stream onto the floor and down the inside of her thighs as Luke too, was overcome, the warmth and feeling of her degradation complete, pushing him over the edge as his back arched, clasping a hand around her Lekku and pulling firmly back upon it, destroying her senses as he unloaded another copious load of Skywalker seed into her hungry, womb, stuffing it in a matter of seconds as her belly began to bloat out slowly, and the gushing stream of Togrutan piss was flushed away by the thick, waterfall of cum pouring down between them.
DING
The bell of the counter rang aloud, a customer.
DING
DING
The bell rang again. Luke slowly pulled himself free of Dashlaa as her quivering, trembling legs remained stable enough to support her as she pushed herself upright. Before she could make an effort to clean up, Luke leaned down, grasping her trousers and panties, and quickly pulled them up, a tight squeeze around her thighs later. They were fit snugly around her posterior. Suddenly she found herself pressed back against a wall, Luke's lips firm against her own as her breath caught in her throat. She felt his hands between them, buttoning and buckling her belt back up, she felt the oozing heat of his cum and the soaking wetness of her thighs and crotch still staining her clothing beneath, feeling it steadily trickle down her legs and into her boots, she shuddered beneath him.
"We'll discuss those Holo's another time, little lady Tano." He hummed, breaking their kiss
If they weren't so close, he could have imagined he saw two little hearts overcome her pupils, she seemingly wanted to mock him, tease him or curse him, but she couldn't find the words just now, so instead, she turned, shuffling out of the office to the front counter, spurred on by a sudden slap of her leather-clad ass from the farmboy, who then started redressing himself.
He turned to pick up the Holocomm and shut it off, smirking at the display upon it, finding himself curious at what else it may be hiding, before suddenly a blast at the front of the store and the crashing of several shelves interrupted, and quickly he turned for the door.
The air smelled of Blastpowder, Dashlaa's counter had a huge hole in it, and halfway down the store lay a woman clad in strange, angular armour. Several large dents were in it, presumably from the Scattergun beneath the counter fired into her from near point-blank range. If not for the counter and her armour, she would likely be dead instead of smashed through a shelf of BD-Unit replacement lenses. However, what caught Luke's eye the most was Dashlaa, suspended in the air, clutching her throat before another woman, clad in a matching set of undented armour. In one hand was a Lightsaber with a blinding red blade, and the other was clasped in a fist between her and Dashlaa as the Togrutan hacked and gagged, unable to breathe.
Luke would have thought the sounds were arousing if not for the sight so terrifying, almost instinctively he reached under his shirt and pulled out his own Lightsaber, charing down the Inquisitor and brandishing the blade with a striking hiss. It met the red blade in a flash of purple fire. Dashlaa fell from the air and landed on her ass beside him as his Saber was locked with the Inquisitors.
"A young Jedi?! Of course, the Droids came to you!" She lifted her left leg to boot Luke straight in his stomach, the sheer force of it taking him off his feet and launching him back into the shelves behind him, crashing him to the floor as the Lightsaber's blade deactivated. Before the Inquisitor could advance on him, suddenly, the counter ripped open again in another blast of the Scattergun as Dashlaa reached back under it, firing another shot from the barrel, launching the second Inquisitor out the door and into the street. She pulled it free from its holstering and raised it to go and finish the job, sparing Luke a glance, who was also steadily climbing to his feet, banged up a little but otherwise alive.
As she stepped past the counter, suddenly, the weapon tugged, pulled and lurched out of her hand, hurtling across the store before smashing into a wall, shattering into a hundred crumpled pieces of metal. The first Inquisitor she had shot was back on her feet, hunched over in pain, and with an arm outstretched, seemingly her power of Telekinesis, threw the gun away and disarmed the Shopkeep, and with her second hand, she drew her own Saber, growling as she wordlessly charged towards the pair, blade raised and swiping down to hack through them both, only to be halted in a bright orange glow, as a white blade of energy caught it moments before connecting.
Luke and Dash's gaze followed the sterile blade to its hilt and the orange hand that clasped it, running along the arm of Ahsoka, who stood, glaring at the Inquisitor. Before either of them could utter a word, Ahsoka's other arm reached up, swiping a second Lightsaber through the air, slicing the Inquisitor's blade in half at the hilt, destroying it before launching a kick of her own into the warrior's side, launching her across the store into yet another shelf.
"Get the Droids into your speeder! We need to leave now!"