Queen of the Empire

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.