Queen of the Empire 2.

“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.