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Princess Leia Organa in: "Interludes"
By Raven11803

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away . . . .

STAR WARS
Interludes - Part I
"Human-Cyborg Relations"

It is a Dark Time in the universe. Imperial forces, led by the evil Sith Lord, DARTH VADER, dominate the galaxy. Now the Rebel Blockade Runner, Tantive IV, carries Princess Leia Organa on a critical mission to deliver plans to the Empire's most lethal weapon, the DEATH STAR, into the hands of Rebel agents. Traveling under the guise of a diplomatic mission, she hopes to elude Imperial forces long enough to deliver her precious cargo. While she and her tiny ship have nearly reached their destination, the success of the mission is far from guaranteed. Imperial spies are everywhere. And they have long suspected the Princess of colluding with Rebel forces. Now the fate of the entire galaxy rests on the shoulders a young 18 year old girl, Princess Leia Organa, and the success of her mission. . .

Captain Antilles of the Tantive IV paced nervously on the bridge of his aging starship, as his crew dutifully manned their posts.

"If hyper drive won't work, we'll need to stop for repairs," he commanded.

"Aye, Captain," his first officer answered with consummate efficiency.

Just then the automatic doors to the bridge slid open with a familiar sound, "Shwee!" As the power doors slid aside, they revealed the slight form of a young woman dressed entirely in white. Though she was just a tiny slip of a girl, she possessed about her a fiery command presence that was undeniable.

"Captain Antilles," she began as she stepped in, "Why have we dropped out of hyperspace?"

"Princess," the Captain began. "The hyper drive has malfunctioned. This is not uncommon for a ship of this age, I'm afraid. I was just giving orders for full stop, so that we can take time to make repairs."

"Captain, under no circumstances can this vessel stop. As I'm sure you are aware, we are in the Bandiss Corridor. I have information that Imperials are patrolling this region searching for pirates. A starship floating adrift in this region of space would doubtless draw pirates, not to mention drawing the attention of the Empire itself. I don't mean to question your authority, Captain, but I must insist that we carry on at sub-light speed, and attempt to make repairs while underway."

"I see your point, your Highness. I was not aware of that. Thank you for sharing that information." the Captain responded courteously. "Helm, bring engines to full sub-light speed." Then he added, "We'll keep those Imperials off your back, Princess."

"Thank you, Captain. I'll be in my quarters," the Princess declared as she stepped through the bridge doors and out into the stark white corridors of the Tantive IV.

Striding purposely back to her quarters the tiny slip of a girl felt the fate of the galaxy weighing down on her small shoulders. Her mission had to succeed, despite petty politics, despite hyper drive malfunctions, despite even Darth Vader himself. The future of everyone she cared about depended on it. But the pressures of command had become crippling. Her temper was now getting the better of her. If she didn't find a way to unwind and relax, she'd never be able to inspire and effectively lead her crew. Somehow she had to find a way to free herself of the stresses and responsibilities of her role in the Rebel Alliance, . . . even if only for a few minutes.

For years Leia's strict upbringing and heavily scheduled lifestyle had left little room for men in her life. But regardless of the pressures of office, the young Princess was undeniably a woman. In addition to all the multi-faceted pressures and demands that were being placed on her, her body was now demanding, . . . a certain kind of attention as well. While she did not welcome another set of needs and demands on her already overwhelming schedule, her body's needs were now becoming more and more demanding, distracting, and . . . insistent.

She had, on occasion found some reverie in private moments alone in her room. But the pressures of her public life had left precious little time for even brief moments of privacy.

With a few rare unscheduled minutes in front of her, a mischievous idea suddenly came to mind. With the Tantive IV now slowed to sub-light, the mission would now doubtless be delayed. With some additional time on her hands, perhaps now she could finally find some brief respite. But even with a few minutes available to her, would she be able to relax enough to enjoy herself?

While she lacked experience in such matters, Leia recalled overhearing a conversation between two of her ladies in waiting in which she had heard that a device called a "vibro-spanner" could be highly effective in achieving the. . . desired results. Ever since that conversation, she had been intrigued by the idea, but had never found a plausible excuse for requesting such a device. Nor had she ever found the time to acquire one discretely.

Now as she strode the halls, she observed two well-used droids in the corridor ahead of her, approaching from the opposite direction.

"Excuse me," she began, "I'm in need of--"

"Oh hello, your Royal Highness!" the taller gold droid began excitedly, interrupting the Princess. "You must be . . . Princess Leia. Oh, your Highness, my counterpart and I are most excited to finally meet you. Of course, we've been serving under your command for some time now, but we--"

"What is your designation?" the Princess continued bluntly.

"Oh! Oh my! I'm terribly sorry, your Highness. Yes, of course, where are my manners? My designation is C-3PO, specializing in Human/Cyborg Relations. I am familiar with over one million forms of communication, including--"

'Human/Cyborg Relations' sounded promising to the young princess, but while she was desperate for some stress-relief, she wasn't sure she was ready to be that adventurous, . . . at least not yet. Still, growing up, she had always heard rumors that Protocol Droids of this sort, had been designed with human proportions for a number of reasons. That some of them had been programmed with . . . other specialized equipment and programming. . . for the purposes of . . . "Human/Cyborg Relations. . . " She had never known if the rumors were true. She'd always been too reticent about such matters to find out for herself, but her curiosity was certainly piqued.

"And what is the designation of your little friend here?" she continued, ignoring the unfamiliar gold droid's endless prattle.

". . . Ah, . . . yes. Um, . . . this is R2-D2, Type 8 Astromech Droid, specializing in astrophysical navigation, aero technical engineering, and routine repair services. He--"

'Routine Repair Services' sounded promising to the young princess, so she pressed onward, "Routine Repair Services. Would that include onboard repair devices like hydro-spanners, dyno-lifters, . . . um . . . vibro-spanners, or hydro-spanners? That type of thing?" The Princess hoped that listing a long series of everyday tools would effectively disguise the true intent of her request.

At this, the small blue three-legged droid began to beep excitedly, chattering and beeping in a complex series of unintelligible sounds.

"Why yes, your Highness! My counterpart reports that all those devices are tethered to his integrated tool systems. But surely, your Highness shouldn't be bothering with such mundane equipment. Perhaps I should summon a maintenance team on your behalf to--"

"NO!" Leia interrupted with more abruptness than she had intended.

"No, . . . no-no, that won't be necessary. But, umm, . . . you know, . . . I do have need of your services," she began, trying to change the subject.

"Well of course, your Highness! You know I'd be honored if I might in any way be of service to--" he prattled on with his distinctive digitized voice.

"What I need you to do, is a very important mission." She paused for dramatic effect. "I need you to go down to Deck 3," Leia continued, "and see Lt. Cadmiri about gaining access to all historical files on board this ship. I need you to translate ALL of our historical files into . . . every known language and dialect that you are familiar with. I can't tell you why, because it is a matter of some diplomatic delicacy, but I can tell you that it is critically important that this be taken care of immediately."

"But your Highness! That could take days, even--"

"I know, I know, that's why its so important that you get started right away," she continued her lie convincingly.

"Well, of course, I--" the protocol droid continued.

"Meanwhile, I need to borrow your little friend here for a bit. He'll join you in just a few minutes."

"But your Highness, I--"

"You'd better get going now."

"Yes, I know, but--"

"That's an order, 3PO."

"Very well, mistress Leia," the gold droid finally relented, leaving reluctantly. "You can summon me again at any time if necessary."

"Yes, I'll keep that in mind," she continued dismissively.

"Whew! I thought that chatterbox would never leave," she continued, turning her attention now to the little silver and blue astromech droid. "Now, I also have a mission for you." Now her voice changed to a low whisper, "But it will require a bit of discretion. You can't go telling your gold partner there. Can you manage that?"

R2 now beeped excitedly in the affirmative.

"Good. Now what I need from you, is . . ."

**********
Later, in Princess Leia's quarters, on board the Tantive IV:

The young princess now lay sprawled out diagonally across her bed, the hem of her white dress hiked up high on her body to reveal her pale young blemishless thighs spread wide, and tiny white panties discretely covering her womanhood. The buzzing sound of a busy vibro-spanner filled the air as the dreamy-eyed young woman guided the device in slow exploratory circles around the front panel of her clean white thong panties. She'd been experimenting with different power levels and frequency settings on the device for several minutes now, gradually moving from power level 1 to level 2, to 3 and now to level 4. And each time, she found that she liked the effect of the higher level better. Now as the rhythmic pulsing sensations vibrated her womanhood in the most pleasing way she had ever experienced, she allowed all the thoughts and cares of her life so slowly fade away into space. Only the lovely intoxicating pleasures now lapping between her thighs mattered. For this moment, only the eager cravings of her young needy body mattered. Now as she zeroed in on her own sweet spot, she called out to R2, "Bring it up to level 6," a request to which the dutifully discrete little droid immediately complied.

"Oh, yeahhhhh!" she called out in a breathy anxious voice. "Oh, yeahhhhh! That's it..."

Now the princess's eyes were closed as she held the tip of the clever little device ever closer to the hyper-sensitive apex of her womanhood, "OHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh-YEAAAAAAAHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…"

"LEVEL 8!"

"UNGHHHHHHH!!!!"

"LEVEL 9!"

"Oooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"LEVEL 10!"

"OHHH by the Force--"

Now she used her free hand to clutch at her breasts, covered as they were only by the thin gauze fabric of her royal princess garb. Then rolling to one side she moved her hand from her breast to clutch at the naked flesh of her curvy thonged ass, just the way that she liked it."

"OHHH, EECHUTA!!--HKK-- . . ." in that moment, a tidal way of long-buried emotions spilled out of the young princess, as a violent explosive force exploded between her thighs, dousing her panties with a gush of loving fluid. Her young face winced, and her shapely thighs crushed tightly together, as the pleasure of a lifetime washed over her, exploding from deep within her, shaking her youthful frame.

Seeing the young girl vanquished by her powerful orgasm, R2 discreetly waited a few moments, as the girl shook and pulsed in a series of aftershocks before he took the initiative to remotely shut the thrumming vibro-spanner down.

As Leia lay on her bed, curled up in a nearly fetal position, utterly humbled by the violent experience that she had just endured, her mind, now totally refreshed, slowly and reluctantly came back to reality.

This little droid had served her well. Perhaps he could be trusted with another mission involving some discretion. . .

"Artoo, since I've trusted you to do this for me, and you've been good enough to not tell anyone, . . . I've decided to trust you with something even more important. . . Its a mission . . . that could be important to the fate of the entire galaxy. . . I'll just have to meet you later, to give you the data file, . . ."

STAR WARS
Interludes - Part II
"All Hands on Deck"

It is a Dark Time in the universe. Imperial forces, lead by the evil Sith Lord, DARTH VADER, have now captured and boarded the Rebel Blockade Runner, Tantive IV.
Now Vader's troops search the ship deck by deck in search of Princess Leia Organa and the plans to the Empire's most lethal weapon, the DEATH STAR. Having passed the plans on to a small astromech droid, who has fled to the surface of a planet know as Tatooine, the Princess now tries to evade capture for as long as she can, hiding in the corridors of the crippled Tantive IV. . .

As Princess Leia hid in the corridor, she saw three Stormtroopers closing in on her position. It was now inevitable that she would soon be discovered. As the trooper drew close, the young princess gripped her precision target blaster tightly, and aiming it carefully from her hiding place, . . . she fired.

"KZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAP!" the shot rang out, instantly dropping one trooper to the ground.

As Leia fired her target blaster, she knew it would take several minutes to recharge, so she quickly fled down the corridor to make good her escape. Unfortunately, her slight feminine form made an excellent target on the IR display of the two remaining troopers helmet-mounted visual targeting systems.

"Set weapons for stun," TK-919 called out, reminding his co-trooper of Lord Vader's explicit orders to capture the dignitaries on this mission, and keep them alive for questioning. Sometimes orders could be bent or ignored, but as a rule of thumb, TK-919 knew that it was always best to follow orders to the letter, when a Sith Lord was involved.

Quickly switching over to Stun mode, TK-411, locked his weapon on the shapely form of the fleeing female and squeezed off a round.

Concentric rings of energy sprang out from 411's weapon, inducing a flow of electrical current in the young girl's body, resulting in the immediate and painless overload of electrical stimulation to the comely young female's brain. In an instant, she slumped to the deck with a low moan.

Moving in to examine their handiwork, 411 and 919 made a quick bio-scan, confirming that all of their captive's critical body functions were still operating normally.

"She's all right," 919 announced, "Inform Lord Vader that we have a prisoner." Then turning to the 4th stormtrooper, 919 directed him to help the injured trooper to the nearest med-tech. In a moment, the 4th trooper and his injured partner shuffled off, leaving 919 and 411 alone with the fallen Princess.

But as 919 had been barking out orders, 411 was conducting a detailed visual scan of the felled prisoner, . . . and he liked what he saw.

At first, all he had seen was another immobilized prisoner. But on closer inspection, he noticed the swell of a beautifully curved feminine hip rising up prominently off of the deck. She was dressed in a thin close-fitting white gauze dress, with shiny white boots, a white hood, and a flattering silver belt that hung low on the wide swell of her enticingly feminine hips. The thin flimsy fabric did little to conceal her ripe young budding form. Sprawled there, as she was, on the deck, 411 could easily make out the distinct curvature of two nicely developed buttocks, prominent and curvy, splayed out unabashedly for his viewing enjoyment.

SPECTRA-scan, an active scan-setting that gave troopers a limited ability to see otherwise hidden or covered objects, showed the female to be wearing a tiny daring white thong, and no bra. The combination of suggestive undergarments and a promising young physique had gotten 411's attention.

SPECTRA-scan was designed to give troopers access to the full range of visible and nearly visible light frequencies. Running a quick SPECTRA-scan only took a second, and it was a precaution that had saved many a trooper's life. Scanning the full range of available frequencies was a useful technique to help troopers gather more information about a given suspicious suspects, packages, droids, or environments. Concealed weapons, lightsabers, bombs, and IED's frequently showed up on SPRECTRA, so troopers who had any interest in living to retirement made frequent use of it. Troopers who didn't, like 882 who had fallen to the female's blaster fire just a few moments ago, ended up in the infirmary, . . . or worse.

But as useful as SPECTRA-scan was for routine patrol duty, every trooper quickly discovered that this valuable scan mode also had a way of revealing other personal information about suspects. For the same technique that helped to reveal hidden blasters also had a way of inadvertently revealing the most interesting . . . and even intimate information about suspects as well. Since a scan could be run quickly and covertly, many troopers with a healthy libido tended to run scans of attractive young females on a routine basis. For many, it had become a reflexive action. And 411 was no exception. It was not uncommon for him to run a quick scan of every attractive female that he encountered.

Rather routinely, he would run a quick running tally of what he saw as he walked along a busy corridor, "Pink thong, black thong, no panties, black leather, blue breasts, 3 breasts, garters. . ." He even took care to zoom in and record particularly memorable subjects.

Some women, well aware of the practice of scanning, would place flirtatious messages in their intimate attire, hoping that attentive troopers might notice them, and enjoy the show.

The most appealing subjects might even merit a quick sidewalk interrogation or an impromptu security check or frisk, allowing for a . . . hands-on search, and a much more detailed scan which might be called up for playback at a later time. Such searches were know colloquially as, "all hands on deck," among troopers. While it was never officially condoned by Imperial command, it was widely tolerated.

Now SPECTRA-scan had proven its worth once again, as 411 took in the form of the sprawling female before him, he eyes danced with delight over the contours of her nicely rounded buttocks and her tiny daring white thong. She was groaning now, her helpless voluptuous body moving slowly in her unconsciousness.

Crouching down over the subject now, 411 placed his gloved hand on her soft ass and curvaceous hip, and rolled his prisoner over, to reveal a strikingly beautiful face and two magnificent sharply pointed upward jutting breasts.

"Wow! . . ." 411's interest was now more that just a little bit peaked.

Lying there before him, was the most beautiful woman TK-411 had ever seen. The IDENTICOMP readout on his helmet mounted display (HMD) showed her to be one Princess Leia Organa, a class A4 dignitary. She was apparently a member of the Imperial Senate, a senator to Alderaan. The computer showed her to be 18.6 years old. HMD 3-D geometric telemetry put her at 34-22-36. Not bad, . . . not bad at all.

"She's all right," 919 announced again, "Inform Lord Vader that we have a prisoner."

"Belay that," 411 replied to his partner. "I think this particular subject may require further inspection, . . . Sir."

"I'm not picking up anything on Weap-Scan," 919 retorted through his staticy comlink, confused by the delay.

"There might be a IED here, . . ." 411 barked out. "Never can be too careful. All hands on deck."

"Roger that," 919 responded, finally picking up on what 411 was driving at. "Commence a X98 sweep. . . . Uh, section commander, come in."

"Go ahead TK-919,"

"Grid 236 is secure. X98 sweep of prisoner in progress."

"Roger that TK-919. We still have live-fire situations in Grids 234 and 235, so keep the line clear unless it is an emergency."

"Roger that, Command."

Reflexively both troopers switched off the live helmet feed, that streamed imagery and telemetry from their helmets to the display of their section commander. The live feed went out so frequently due to routine interference from reactors, shielding, power generators, or relay stations, that cutting it manually would never be noticed.

"I don't know, maybe I shouldn't," 411 commented to 919.

"Ohh c'mon, go ahead. How long has it been since you were on shore leave? Six, . . . eight months?"

"Actually its been nine."

"C'mon. You deserve it. We're getting rotten pay, lot's of combat, and long hours ever since Vader took command of our battalion. We deserve some kind of payback. Plus, if you don't go too far, she won't even know anything's happened."

"I don't know. Its fun if the suspect is into it, but this one's out cold. It's just not right. I just wasn't trained that way," he replied referring to the moral training classes he received as a young clone.

"You don't have to go that far. Just do a standard A-14 weapons check."

"Roger that."

Sliding his gloved hands up the length of Leia's long enticing legs, 411 scooted the hem of her skirt ever higher. As his hand slid up along the length of her shin, it finally cleared the top edge of her boot, so that the two troopers could see the skin of her upper calf and then her knee. As 411's hand slid further, it revealed a long lean full beautiful curvaceous blemishless thigh.

411 was impressed at the vision before him, and gave a low whistle of approval.

"Roger that." 919 chimed in approvingly.

Both troopers were recording.

Sliding his hand higher, up along the curvaceous swell of her hip, 411 now revealed still more of the dosing heroine's stunning physique.

As the princess moaned in dreamy unconsciousness, 411 revealed the full length of her thigh, hip, and pelvis, adorned now only by a tiny pure white thong. The thong was cut high on the hips and low on the stomach, so that precious little of the prim proper little princess's lower body was now covered. Here only the tiny triangle of her virtue was neatly and tightly covered by the daring little undergarment.

"Wow!"

"Copy that," replied 919. "Hey, BIO-Scan shows she done it in the last 4 hours."

"No way!"

"Check it yourself. Her BIO-Scan reads, 'Increased blood flow consistent with sexual activity. No semen or bruising, suggestive of . . . self-stimulation, or mechanized stimulation."

"No way."

"I don't make this stuff up, kid. She's done it in the past 4 hours. Maybe a few times. Prob'ly a vibro-spanner. Roll her over, I want to see her ass."

"Roger that." Rolling the inert princess over, 411 marveled at the magnificent orbs of Leia's awe-inspiring buttocks, draped in only the flimsiest of semi-sheer white gauze. The thin fabric clung to every sensuous curve, as did 411's eager eyes. Now he whisked the thin flimsy translucent fabric of her gown out of the way to reveal the magnificent form of her perfect bottom. The fleshy orbs of her buttocks were perfect, plum, pale, looking every bit as ripe and splendid as the two awe-struck troopers had hoped. The tiny white strip of fabric wrapped down over her hips, disappeared tantalizingly between the plump buttocks, then reappeared in the cove beneath her buttocks neatly covering her womanhood.

"Thank the maker!" 411 whispered.

"Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggghhhhhhhhh - oooooooooooooooooooohhhh. . ." she moaned enticingly.

Now unable to resist, 414 reached out and took one buttock in each hand, and squeezed them gently. No words passed between the troopers, as they enjoyed the scene in quiet reverence.

"We gotta wrap this up," 411 finally declared. "She could wake up any time now."

"Belay that," 919 intervened. "Kid, do you know who we're going to turn her over to? . . . Darth friggin' Vader. You know how he interrogates prisoners? If she lives to see the morning, she'll be lucky. C'mon, give her one last happy memory."

"What're you talking about?"

"You're stim-field module. Get it out. On the higher settings, it stimulates nerve endings with continuous sensory impulses. So why not stimulate her nerve endings, . . . a lot."

"No. . ."

"Kid, this here, is a Rebel spy. In all likelihood this beautiful specimen of womanhood is going to be pushin' up daisies in a couple of hours, or in a couple of days at best. If Vader lets his interrogation droid get a crack at her, she'll wish he'd just killed her. I'm serious, kid. Her days are numbered. Do her and yourself a favor and give her one last taste of pleasure in this life. . . You don't even have to lay a hand on her. You know she wants it. She just did it a few minutes ago."

"Is that an order?"

"Sure, why not."

"Yes sir!" Rolling the young woman back over, 411 gazed at the innocent face of the sleeping princess. He legitimately didn't like taking advantage of her in this way. But if she really was going to be interrogated by Lord Vader, he reassured himself that maybe giving her a little pleasure wasn't the worst thing he could do. It would do her no damage, and technically wouldn't even be slightly invasive.

Taking the stim-field module from his white utility belt, he set the device to level 9, then observed as a small blue conical field was projected from the tiny silver device. It thrummed reassuringly. Lowering the device to the area at the front of her groin, he bathed the front triangle of her thong in the eerie blue field.

"MMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…" she moaned in her dreamy slumber.

Moving the device from left to right, garnered even more of a response.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-mmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhh…" she sighed.

Switching it now to level 10, 411 now heard the device begin to emit a higher pitched tone.

"Ohhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhh," Leia moaned, her breath deepening now, as her tantalizing naked thighs separated slightly.

Now her legs began to scissor seductively, as her hands began to clutch at her breasts.

"Oh, shit!" 411 whispered in awe.

Out of curiosity, he ran the beam over the point of her breast, causing the princess to gasp in excitement, "Ahhhhhhhhh-hh!"

Now her full thighs began to churn and her hips began to grind, as an expression of unmistakable intensity came over her innocent young face.

Now her slender fingers dipped between her legs, to fan the flames that were growing there. Reflexively, the dozing Leia clutched her breasts again, squeezing the heavy firm orb, urging another encouraging sigh.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo………………."

"Keep goin' trooper," 919 encouraged.

Now 411's free hand cupped the curves of her beckoning ass. It was wonderful.

"Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss……….."

Now the expression on her face was one of yearning, . . . needing, so 414 brought the stim device back again to her center.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhhhhh. . ."

Thinking quickly, 414 narrowed the focus of the beam to further intensify the sensations, and switched the power setting to MAX.

"OOOOOOOOOOOHH!!!" she cooed more excitedly. Now her entire body was writhing on the deck, her pelvis thrusting eagerly toward the beam, her buttocks churning in his hand.

"UNNNNNHHH!!!!" a little louder now, her voice filled with urgency.

"UNNNHH!!-OHHHH!!-YEAAHH!!!-YEAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"UNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhh!!!!!"

And then the dam burst.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Her body convulsed wildly as the climax took her. A flood of her juices staining the front of her panties. Her teeth bared, her head snapping back and forth left and right, she rode out the ferocious orgasm to its bitter sweet conclusion. . .

Gradually, as the orgasm ran its inevitable course, her movements slowed again, and she passed into a deep restful sleep, as the troopers watched in awe-struck silence.

"Well done, kid, we've given her the best send-off that we can. Now its up to her, . . . and the Force, . . . if you believe in that kind of thing. C'mon, . . . We've got a job to do."

Stowing his stim device, and repositioning the prisoner's gown to a more modest arrangement, 411, scooped up the dozing princess, and slung her over one shoulder, his hands resting enviously on her plump, soft, exquisitely upturned derriere.

Switching on their live feed again, 411 and 919 were just in time to here a new command. "All hands on deck! Lord Vader is coming to interrogate the prisoners. All hands on deck!"

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STAR WARS
Interludes - Part III
"Prisoner Pacification"

It is a Dark Time in the universe. Imperial forces, lead by the evil Sith Lord, DARTH VADER, have now captured Princess Leia Organa and brought her to the Empire's most heavily armed starbase, the DEATH STAR. Vader is determined to retrieve the stolen DEATH STAR plans and to discover the location of the Hidden Rebel Base. Now Vader will use every means at his disposal to interrogate the Princess. . .

Aboard the massive DEATH STAR, crowded into a tiny interrogation cell, Lord Vader towered over the diminutive Princess, as the chilling specter of an Imperial Interrogation Droid hovered into the room. Bristling with a variety of probes, needles, and other "motivational devices," the torture droid loomed ominously before the tiny defenseless prisoner-Princess. Now the creepy hover-droid slowly extended a long sharp hypodermic needle toward the girl in threatening gesture, as it emitted a disturbing high-pitched pulsating tone. . .

"And now, Your Highness," Lord Vader began, his chilling mechanized voice, "we will discuss the location of the hidden Rebel Base. . ."

As the Princess's famous defiance wilted, security officer Greer, dressed in the official black uniform of Imperial Security, left the room. Now, as the door to the Princess's interrogation room slammed shut with nearly incomprehensible speed, Greer thought he might have heard the beginnings of a scream from the tiny waif of a girl, . . . but one could never be sure about such things. There in the quiet hallway of the Death Star's torture chambers, everything seemed deceptively calm, . . . deceptively serene, deceptively orderly. That was how Greer liked it. It was not wise to stay too long in a cell. He had learned from experience, that it was best not to observe the Dark Lord's interrogation techniques first hand.

For the next 20 minutes, Greer remained at his post at his security post, at the end of the quiet corridor. At the end of this period, the door to Leia's cell opened with Imperial efficiency, and the massive form of the Sith Lord, DARTH VADER, stepped out of the cell. It was unusual for Vader's interrogations to last so long. Normally prisoners divulged every bit of information they knew in the first 5 minutes, or Vader "dispatched" them. For the interrogation to have lasted so long, suggested that the fragile Princess had some how resisted the Dark Lord's infamous mind probing techniques.

Now Vader strode imposingly to Greer's station. "The Princess has not been responsive to my usual techniques. Summon Mr. Vizier." And with that simple command, the Dark Lord strode away, lost in thought, his air of malevolence going with him.

Greer was familiar with Vizier. As the security officer returned to his console, he reflected on what little he knew about the man.

Vizier was an odd man, . . . a man of some mystery. Little was known about him for certain, but much was whispered and much was suspected. It was said that Mr. Vizier was a "Force user," a practitioner of the Dark Arts. Neither Jedi, nor Sith, it was said that he specialized in rare and arcane uses of the Force. Greer knew that he was only called in when Vader's invasive mind probes had failed. Prisoners enduring Vizier's interrogation techniques had, on occasion, revealed information that even Vader's techniques couldn't pry from their minds. It was said that his techniques not only got results, but that they could also be used to fortify the mind, and repair the damage that Vader's invasive mind probes often caused.

Vizier's interrogation techniques were supposedly inconsistent with the way of the Sith, but, by the same token, Vizier's ways were supposedly also forbidden to the Jedi. So the mystery of Mr. Vizier persisted.

Responding with Imperial efficiency, Greer touched his comm. panel, and spoke, "Mr. Vizier to Detention Block AA-23. Lord Vader wishes for you to--"

But before Greer could even finish his summons, the lift doors slid open to reveal the Dark wizard, . . . Vizier. Was it just a coincidence, or he had anticipated the summons, and timed his arrival to the precise moment he was needed? Dressed in a simple black hooded robe, his arms folded in a contemplative pose, he stepped out of the turbo lift without fanfare.

"Errr. . . cell AA-23G," Greer muttered, pretending not to be spooked by Vizier's eerie punctuality. Vizier neither spoke nor nodded, but glided silently to the cell which opened before him. It was always this way with Force users. Greer enjoyed a sigh of relief as Vizier's dark form disappeared into the Princess's cell.

When Vizier entered, he found Princess Leia collapsed on the floor of the cell, on her side, face down, the imposing form of the Imperial Interrogation droid still looming over her. It was then that he spoke, "It was not Vader who summoned me here, fair Princess, . . . it was you . . ."

His voice was slippery-smooth, old and wizened. "Your mind possesses a power and clarity which even the Dark Lord himself has not yet detected. You are strong with the Force. . . . Even in my chambers I could hear your thoughts, begging for relief from Vader's senseless infliction of pain and fear."

Kneeling, he put his hand to her head. "Hmm. I believe that I can undo the damage that he has done. . . for the Force has many uses."

Standing up now, Vizier made a small gesture with his hand, and instantly the prone Princess rolled over, so that her ample youth and beauty were now evident. She appeared groggy, lost in the shadowy realm between wakefulness and sleep. Her brow was furrowed, her face contorted and twitching with pain and distress in the wake of Vader's intrusive mind probe. Rolled over as she was now, Vizier could now see and admire her sleek womanly figure, clad as it was in the thinnest white gauze fabrics of the traditional royal Alderaanian gown.

"Indeed, you do have potential," Vizier beamed, admiring her young fertile form.

"Now, Princess, clear your mind of Vader's torments, and open yourself to a world of relief, and freedom, inhibition, . . . and pleasure, . . ." Vizier began.

Leia's prone form gasped suddenly, her prominent breasts rose sharply, her lungs rapidly expanding, as their minds met.

"Now, in my mind's eye, we are joined. Allow my mind to strengthen and fortify your own. Cast away the shadowy realm of pain and fear which Vader has infused in your mind. Instead, allow your mind to bask in its darkest secrets, in forbidden thoughts, and hidden secrets. Go to the places of your darkest delights."

"Ah, but you resist. Your mind is strong, your will even stronger. Know then that what I offer to do for you I cannot do alone. Know then, that I can only rescue your mind from this eternity of pain and fear if you will it. It MUST be your decision, Princess. If you must, read my own mind, and see that it is an open book to you. Draw strength from it and solace. See that my conscience is clear, and that my intentions are honorable. . ."

"Yes, . . . yes, . . . that is well. . . Now, enter my mind's eye and live. Embrace the gift I offer, and soon your mind will be freed of its torments, and restored to its former state of health. . ."

Now Leia's body tensed as she strained in a terrible moment of decision, and then as she gave her consent, her face and body relaxed, and a profound peace fell over her.

"Yes, . . . now you see the truth of my words. Now, just as pain and fear have injured your mind, pleasure and joy shall heal you. . ." he continued.

Turning to the hover droid he reached into his pocket and produced a small vial, then he spoke, "Here, a mild dose will help make her more responsive." The droid's arm extended to accept the vial that was offered, and then the droid injected the potent concoction into the Princess's soft shapely bottom.

"Ooooooooooooooooooo…" she cooed.

Now Vizier's mind glided over the sweeping contours of Leia's thigh, causing the fabric of her skirt to ride up high on her hip, revealing more of her leg that the Princess might have been comfortable revealing herself.

"Ah, yessss. . ." his silvery voice purred, as his eyes and his mind devoured her feminine curves.

Leia sighed at the furtive touch of his mind.

"Trust, princess, . . . trust in the truth of my words. . ."

Now, using the arcane powers of the Force, his mind stroked her inner thighs, hiking her skirt up even further, revealing the toned flesh of her supple legs.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. . ." Leia cooed.

"For one so lovely, you lack experience. . . Your mind is curious, your body is eager. . ."

Now as his hand made a squeezing gesture, her breast moved, its tender flesh dimpling in five places, as if the fingers of a hand were gently caressing it.

"Ah-hh!--," Leia gasped, obviously aroused by the wizard's gesture.

"Yes, the Force can be used for many things, my dear. It is used by the Sith to destroy, by the Jedi to defend, and by me . . . to please."

Now Leia continued to gasp as the Dark wizard fondled her sharply pointed breasts and nipples with his mind. Soon her legs began a slow sensual scissoring motion.

"Ah, yesss, . . . you want more. . . Your youthful eagerness is charming, but soon you must learn patience. . . . Soon, . . . but not today. Today I shall be generous."

Suddenly Leia rolled over onto her stomach. She glanced bleary-eyed over her shoulder as the wizard's gentle mental ministrations proceeded up the back of her thigh to her--

Now using the erotic side of the Force, Vizier "hands" rummaged under the back of Leia's skirt, groping, clutching, and cupping her perfect soft virgin ass to his heart's delight.

"A thong? . . . Oh Princess, . . . I'm surprised. How cheeky for a member of the royal court of Alderaan," he teased mischievously.

In the six months that she'd been wearing the skimpy suggestive undergarment, Leia had always told herself that she wore it simply to avoid having any "distracting lines" mar the appearance of her simple white royal gown. For this reason too, had she gone without any support for her handsome bustline. Only now did she admit to herself that the secretly loved wearing the scanty daring little underthings. It made her feel naughty, womanly, sexual, desired, . . . all the things a princess of Alderaan was never allowed to be.

Now she thrust her eager virgin bottom into his eager lusting hands.

"Now my princess, notice how the pain begins to recede. The carnage and confusion left behind by Vader's clumsy efforts begins to be repaired, as our minds join in pleasure, as our minds become as one. But worry not, Princess. All your secrets are safe with me. . . You are hungry for more pleasure and healing, are you not? . . ." the cunning wizard cooed. Her tiny little ass was the finest that he had ever sampled, and Leia arched her back to thrust it more deeply into his psychic grip.

Now her teeth were bared as she closed her eyes, and luxuriated in the sensual onslaught of his lusty ministrations. She had never been touched like this, caressed like this, needed like this. She loved the feeling of his "hands" on her naked ass. She craved it.

Now she rolled over onto her back, of her own will, propped up on her elbows, and slightly parted her tapered thighs.

"Yessss. . . I know," he hissed.

Now the sorcerer's "Force-hand" slithered up between her thighs, and stroked her soft tender mound through the front panel of her panties.

"Ohhh!" gasped Leia, as she threw her head back, her eyes winced closed tightly. "Ahhhh-hh!"

"Yess, give yourself over to it completely, Princess," he whispered, as he intensified the pressure he was applying to the gentle strokes to the needy triangle between her legs.

Now the Princess began to moan and thrust lustfully. In one sense it was absolutely unflattering. In another, it was absolutely captivating as the Princess's boundaries and inhibitions game down in droves. Her thighs parted all the more, so that the front panel of her white panties were now clearly visible to the wizard.

He whispered to the interrogation droid again, "Now!" A mild stim-beam activated, materializing in the form of a broad greenish beam from the underside of the black droid, aimed unerringly between the young woman's thighs.

Now she could feel his lusty hands everywhere on her body at once, groping, cupping, squeezing, fondling, stroking her in all the right places at the same time. She thought it would be too much, but it wasn't. It was wonderful. As her head snapped back and forth, left and right, gasping in excitement, her fair slender body began to float slowly upward, close to eye-level with the wizard. Here he examined her writhing comely body with some satisfaction, as Leia began straining toward an ultimate release.

"Oh!! Ghhh! . . Yesssss!!! . . Unghh!! . . . Yesss, . . . Oooooooo. . .yeah. . . !!"

"Narrow the beam," he commanded, "increase the power 28%." The droid responded instantly and with instantaneous results.

"Oh God-hh, yessss!!!" she hissed desperately. For long moments, her eyes were winced shut, her legs spread, her mouth gaping in a silent scream, her pelvis making subtle thrusting motions against the life-giving beam.

He motioned to the droid and suddenly the beam stopped.

But while the beam had stopped, the Force continued the gentle stroking at her most vulnerable places.

Skillfully manipulating the Force, he maneuvered her into an upright position, hovering in mid-air before him.

Now she could feel his "hands" all over her body, his tongue in her mouth, wet and eager, probing, . . as his hands cupped and clawed and pawed her cheeky buttocks. And there was something more. . . . What was that behind her? Probing against her. . . Was it his manhood, fumbling clumsily against her ass? It felt wonderful nestled up against her.

Suddenly, he was inside her! How was it possible? How was any of it possible, she wondered, as she felt his manhood slipping deep deep deep inside of her. So slowly, but insistently. She'd never felt anything like it. It was like he was impaling her from the front and from behind at the same time. There was no pain, only an intoxicating fullness as she was ploughed open completely, . . . ah her womanhood enveloped and received him completely, as his hips ground against her tiny needful bud, and thrust against her cheeky ass at the same time, leaving her gloriously sandwiched between the two of him.

By the maker, she couldn't take any more, as she felt him between her legs, his hands on her naked thonged ass, as his manhood suddenly pushed headlong, ploughing into the slick savory depths of her--

"HHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHGR-RRR!!!!"

Leia's body seized with the force of a thousand blasts from the Death Star, as her mind was reduced in a millisecond to a billion tiny glowing fragments of oblivion. Her loins gushed as a life-changing orgasm expanded throughout her body and her mind, making her, for that tiny point in time/space, utterly in touch with the Force and the almighty maker. For long seconds, that seemed to transcend millennia, she glided carefree on the pure unmitigated rapturous ecstasy of the moment. Time stood still, as the floated in space, at one with THE FORCE. For long sacred moments she nurtured the precious glorious gift emanating generously from between her legs. Away floated the pressures of command which weighed so heavily on her young shoulders. Away floated the pressures and expectations of a public life, of youth, of responsibility. Away floated rules, guilt, and the secrets desires of her life. Away floated her secret desires, the secrets of her mission, the secrets of the hidden Rebel base, . . . on the fourth moon of Yavin. . . All now were his.

But in this state, she basked in the secrets of his mind as well. Neither Jedi nor Sith, he took his own path, and found himself rejected and spurned by even the Jedi. Now he stood before her, intertwined with her mind, in search of his own Destiny. And in that brief moment he drew from her the strength and wisdom that he needed to make his destiny real.

At last, at long last, she slowly descended from her bright reverie, her mind and her sanity restored, at peace, and at one with her true self.

She hung now before him, upright, in mid air, her head bowed low on her outthrust chest. Only now did she begin to fully awaken.

"I know that you value the touch of real human contact, so I give you this," he said. Stepping around beside her, he reached behind, and grasped her ass with his real hand. Now slipping his hand under the slit in her dress, he palmed and groped the tender cheeks of her ass, savoring the sweet soft feeling of her. Next he groped her pointed chest, and while she could have easily pushed him away, she did not.

When at last he stopped, Leia finally spoke, "More. . ."

"We are not quite yet, finished, fair Princess," he whispered. "For you I shall indulge your desires once more. Besides, I must send you into sleep for a while longer, so that you might fully summon your strength." Then guiding her back against a nearby wall, he lifter her arms out wide to her sides, and clamped each of her wrists into a wall-mounted manacle.

Pinned now as she was to the wall, she painted a most tantalizing site. Gesturing to the droid again, the dark wizard spoke, "Narrow beam, maximum intensity, . . . Now."

The green beam fired with unerring precision, sending the pinned princess into conniption fits of raw unbridled lust.

"Oh God!! Unnnghhh--Unngghhhh!!" she grunted.

Now I shall add my own contribution. Extending a hand out toward her, in a gesture similar to the one that Vader used when disciplining subordinates, Vizier again drew upon the arcane powers of the Force.

"Oh God, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!" Leia hissed as the sensations overwhelmed her. She could feel skilled loving hands massage her tender vulnerable breasts just the way she liked it. While others cupped and squeezed her buttocks, while still others stroked her where she needed it most. . . For long moments her young body trembled and quivered in sheer absolute delight. Nothing could feel better.

For a moment, Security officer Greer, still at his security post at the end of the hallway, checked his computer screen to monitor Vizier's progress. On vid-screen 8 he saw the prisoner cuffed to the wall, her arms outstretched, her body twitching and jerking as she desperately turned her head from side to side, a look of utter anguish and intensity on her face. The dreaded interrogation droid was projecting some sort of beam at her, while Vizier's arm was extended, in a gesture that Greer associated with the use of the Force.

"Oh, she's about to crack!" Greer thought to himself, satisfied that the torture was proceeding properly.

And then it happened, Leia's delicate features contorted to a twisted expression of infinite intensity. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, but only a gurgle left her mouth, as her body reached its breaking point, and a moment of perfect rapture exploded between her legs.

"UUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Her body heaved and bucked as the mighty orgasm struck her. For long glorious moments she rode out the powerful tide of blessed ecstasy that washed over her. The beam disengaged, but the uptight princess kept soaring aloft at the height of her blissful rapture. Her nipples now stood up proud and clearly visible through her translucent smock. Sharp and jutting as they were, they rose and fell rapidly as she gasped to recover from her most recent climax.

For long moments the refreshed princes hung inert in her bindings, as Greer turned off his monitor, satisfied that Vizier's "torture" techniques were adequately breaking the prisoner, mistaking Leia's mind-blowing rapture for "proper" Imperial torment.

Finally the Dark Wizard approached the gasping Princess. Admiring her bound form for a moment, he then unfastened her manacles, took the exhausted girl in his arms, and helped her to a metal bench, where she lay down, and awoke, feeling deeply refreshing, reinvigorated, and utterly restored.

"Farewell, my fair Princess. We shall most certainly meet again," he whispered fondly. "The Force shall see to it. Worry not Princess, there is a powerful disturbance in the Force, which tells me friends are coming soon to rescue you. Be still now, and remember what you have learned. . .it can help you in the future. Remember that you are strong and resilient. Be brave and some day you will have a chance to share your body and your gifts with your true love." With one last fond glance at the beautiful tranquil princess, the wizard considered their encounter. He paused to make one last suggestion.

"Be open to your darkest desires, Princess. You must not fear them. Even your secret desire to dress in exotic . . . slavegirl attire . . . is nothing to be ashamed of. If you could embrace it, it could give you strength at a moment of great fear, darkness, and doubt." And with that, he left the cell with a wry smile.

At the end of the corridor, Vizier saw the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Vader, dressed in his sweeping robes and hissing battle armor, waiting for him.

"Well?" demanded Vader, "can she be . . . salvaged?"

"She is . . . repaired, Lord Vader. But any further . . . intrusions . . . into her mind would be pointless," Vizier responded bluntly.

"And what of the Hidden Rebel Base?" Vader demanded, his synthesized voice insistent and impatient.

"As you discovered yourself, she has been . . . well prepared to resist interrogations," replied Vizier, speaking a truth which concealed a lie.

Vader nodded, uncomfortable with his own failure.

"Shall I make myself available, in case you have further need of my services?" Vizier asked.

"No," Vader hissed, "you are free to go."

"Very well," Vizier replied placidly, and then headed for the launch bay. While his mind was clouded to conceal his plans from Vader, he had made his choice. There was a secret Rebel recruiting base, that he wanted to seek out now. While the Jedi had never fully understood or welcomed him, he never doubted the just intent of their ways. He had only ever worked for the Empire because, like so many others, he had been forced to. Now he had done all the good he could do under Imperial supervision. Soon, he knew, Vader would grow wise to his attempts to do good deeds under the guise of an Imperial interrogator. Now, perhaps he could find a home in this upstart Rebellion, and make a real home for himself once and for all.

During his brief union with Leia's mind, the gentle princess's own wisdom had guided him to make a new choice, a choice for a brighter destiny, with the Rebellion.

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STAR WARS
Interludes - Part IV
"Dungeons of the Slave Girls"

After the destruction of the DEATH STAR, the Empire launched a devastating attack on the Rebel Base on Hoth. Fleeing Hoth, Princess Leia and her brave comrades were pursued by the Empire. In a daring attempt to rescue Han Solo from the evil crime lord, JABBA THE HUTT, Leia has been captured. Now trapped in the depths of Jabba's dark desert fortress, she is forced to do the crime lord's bidding as a slave girl. . .

Deep in the heart of his sprawling desert fortress, the massive slug, Jabba the Hutt ruled supreme. Now having thwarted an attempt to free one of his prisoners, Jabba gloated in his victory, and reveled in the spoils of war. His latest acquisition, the lovely Princess Leia Organa.

Speaking in Huttese, Jabba chuckled loudly to the gathered crowd of outcasts and aliens who make up his villains court, "Kanto coslee et-nayee!" (BRING HER TO ME!) his voice boomed.

Responding promptly, two guards forced the cornered princess close to Jabba's disgusting slimy face. Cornered as she was, and disarmed, Leia had little choice but to comply.

"We have powerful friends," Leia retorted, bravely staring down Jabba's leering glare. "You're gonna regret this."

"Granta ho, granna ma to-ta!" (I'm sure!) Jabba chortled, as the guards pressed her pretty face closer and closer toward his gaping maw.

"Ughhh!" she moaned in disgust.

"Gla veto hassa bla-kanto, vay dasanna, wootee," (Soon, my pretty princess, you will come to appreciate me) ". . . Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

"Kla vennay cha-woo-chee-so," (You shall be my newest plaything.) Now turning his attention to his guards, he commanded, "Vey-ha way-tini-sek!" (Take her away, and have her fitted as my new slave girl!)

Pushed by the guards, and shoved by the gawking crowd, Leia was forcibly dragged from the scene. Soon she was pushed into a dark dank dungeon corridor, past the leering eyes and groping hands of countless prisoners in Jabba's dungeons. Roughly, she was thrown into a small dark room, 2 meters by 2 meters, with no windows or openings of any kind. The door slams shut behind her.

Only a small dingy light illuminated the claustrophobically small dank cell. A moment later, there was brilliant flash of light. It was as if all 4 walls, the ceiling and the floor had suddenly become as brilliant as the sun. Leia held up her hands to shield her eyes, and only then noticed that her clothes, equipment, and body armor, were all disintegrating right before her eyes. In a moment her entire bounty hunter guise fell to dust, leaving her naked and alone. A second later, a rusty squeaky trap door in the wall opened, and a small pile of clothes drops through a chute into Leia's cell.

Reflexively, Leia picked up the strange unfamiliar attire, and examines it. With no choice other than nudity, Leia resignedly began to put on the clothing that has been given to her.

Ten minutes later, she was dressed in an outfit that was at once repelling and exciting for Leia. Though she was technically "dressed" now, she felt nearly as exposed as when she had stood naked a few minutes ago. Soft comfortable gray leather boots with gold trim adorned her feet. A skimpy thong covered her hips. There was a long flowing purple loincloth at the front and rear, held in place by strange plastisteel plates at the front and back of her pelvis. Her breasts were barely covered by a revealing plastisteel bikini top which did little to conceal her charms. Metal cuffs adorn her arms, and a metal headpiece held her hair back, where it fell in a long braid. Simple ring earrings decorated her ears.

Suddenly, the door through which she entered opened, revealing a short black bipedal droid. "I am X-18. You will do nicely," his mechanized voice commanded. "Now, . . .KNEEL!"

"I don't think so, shorty," Leia retorted smugly.

After a beat, the droid's thumb pressed a red button on the remote control which he is carrying, and suddenly, there was a loud noise, "BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTT!!" Suddenly Leia's eyes went wide as saucers, here mouth gaping. An instant later, she fell to her hands and knees gasping in pain. As she collapsed, the droid entered and clapped a metal collar onto her neck. The collar was attached to a heavy chain, a leash. Only when the collar was in place did the pain and the buzzing stop. Now the fallen princess gasped to regain her breath.

"The clothes you wear do more than cover your body. They are linked with my remote. As you have already discovered, they can be used to give you great pain," the droid prattled on, as Leia slowly crept to her feet again. Now flipping a switch to another setting the droid finished his sentence, ". . . or great pleasure."

Again Leia's eyes were wide with astonishment, but this time, not from pain, but instead from the wonderful sensations which her slave girl attire was generating at her breasts, and between her legs. For a moment, she wobbled on shaky legs.

"Notice now, how I can select multiple settings," the droid continued matter of factly, as Leia twisted in the wind. "This is only power level one, but I may select much higher settings, controlling frequency, intensity, pulsating sensations, and more. Here is setting number 8, to give you a better idea of what is in store."

Click.

"Ahh-hh!" Leia gasped. She tried very hard to restrain the expressions playing over her face, but she met with only limited success. Soon her eyelids drooped to half-mast, and her mouth fell slack-jawed. Her thighs and hips began to churn.

"Ohhh-hh--Ahhhhh-hhhhh!" the pleasure was inescapable, magnificent.

Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it all abruptly came to a stop.

"You have only to obey in order to avoid the pain. The pleasure will be inevitable. Do you understand?" Leia nodded. Still in shock from the sensations playing out through her body, she was temporarily unable to speak.

"Come with me," the droid continued, tugging Leia's chain behind it. Now as she was led down another hallway of prison cells, her ears were assailed by hoots and hollers, as prisoners grabbed, groped, gawked, and gaped at her. Leia did her best to swat away the strange alien arms, hands, tentacles, and other alien limbs which grabbed for her, but in truth, the poor doomed prisoners go the better of the deal.

Finally, the Droid, X-18, brought her into a side room away from the gawking crowds.

"Here at Jabba's Palace you are Jabba's slave. More than that, you are his slave girl. You will be kept at his side at all times, a symbol of his great power and prowess. But you will be more than a showpiece. You must also demonstrate your worth. Can you dance?"

"I,--" Leia began, confused.

"You will learn to dance," the Droid declared matter of factly, "but you must also service your master and his business associates."

"I don't think s--" Leia began, but her words were cut off by.

"BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTT!!" the pain in her breasts was sharp, searing, and Leia's fair features contorted in pain, as her knees buckled.

"You will service Jabba and his business associates," the droid continued, now that this fact had been established beyond the need for debate. "Can you climax?" the droid prattled on.

"What?!! Me? I--"

Leaning on the "other button," X-18 brought the discussion quickly to a close as he again sent Leia into a pleasure-induced stupor. But this time, he did not cut her off short, by prematurely disengaging the device.

"Leia's mouth gaped wide. Her eyes grew dull, and focused on a faraway place. Her hips began to writhe, as she fell to her knees.

"That is level 8. Here is level 9."

Click.

"Unggghhhh! Oh, no!, Unnnnnnnnnnnnngggggghhhhhh! Oh yeah!!!--Hnnngg!!" Now her head threw back, and she clutched at her armor-plated breasts.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggg-hh!"

"Level 10, wide focus."

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Leia fell to the floor, writhing in inescapable pleasure.

Now her hips involuntarily began to make little thrusting motions. It was humiliating in the extreme, but there was nothing else Leia could do.

"Level 11, . . ."

"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" her teeth were bared. There was no escaping the force of it. Her mouth began to drool spittle.

". . . Narrow the focus."

It was all too much. Leia held out for as long as she could, but there was no escaping it. Soon the needy bud throbbing with lust between her legs could stand no more, and finally, at last, it burst."

"AAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRr-rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr--rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" she roared as the terrible rapture ripped mercilessly through her body. Her entire body shook with the force of it, sheer blinding overwhelming rapture.

In moments the worst of it was over, and the endless waves of pleasure slowly began to recede. The device was deactivated. Now she could at least begin to assemble her faculties and her composure.

"You will do nicely," the Droid continued in his halting mechanized tone.

Then before Leia could even rise to her feet again, the droid extended a long rod, and injected her hip with some kind of green liquid.

"What was that?" asked the Princess in a worried tone.

"It will help you to relax, and make you more compliant for your first encounter. Now it will help you to slee--"

But before the droid could even finish his sentence, Leia's vision blurred, and she collapsed again to the floor of the dark lonely cell.

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Leia awoke in a groggy stupor, still dressed in her revealing slave girl attire. She awoke now, only to discover the disgusting little alien creature, Salacious Crumb, wantonly groping her breasts. Swatting at him now, Leia quickly shooed the creepy little creature away. But he remained lurking and leering on a pillow not far from her.

"Ahhh, fo-no keeen, ashantay," Jabba spoke. (Ah, my plaything finally awakens.)

Instantly Leia found every eye in Jabba's foul court leering at her, devouring her curves, and undressing her with their eyes. Their lewd scowls and dirty looks were simultaneously disgusting and thrilling. Living a life of power and prestige, it was a strange sensation for Leia to regarded purely as a sexual creature. The fact that she was apparently regarded as highly appealing by every single creature in the room, a group including aliens from over 38 different species, was a strange but undeniably flattering feeling . . . of sorts.

"Ka-sha gelleee-tosk, aluta," (You seem to have many admirers. . .)

"Pask-kanna o-wanna-kay-bo, Boba Fett." (But I have promised your first session to my favorite bounty hunter, Boba Fett.)

"What??!! Leia snapped reflexively, as she looked over toward where the heavily armored bounty hunter was now standing.

"BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTT!!"

The pain was sharp and abrupt, causing Leia to flinch sharply, as the raucous crowd of aliens laughed heartily at her expense.

"Alaaaaaa!" (Silence!) Jabba yelled out loudly in his thundering voice, instantly quieting the unruly mob.

An instant later, the fabled bounty hunter, Boba Fett strode forth slowly to stand in front of the half-naked Princess/slave girl. The only sound that he made was a jingling sound, . . . like spurs.

"Ooooo-ga Sa-mayy okuda-va me-so." (Your first session shall be a payment for services rendered, then I shall reclaim you for myself.) Jabba explained. Then with a grand gesture, he handed Leia's remote control device over to Fett, who accepted it graciously.

Then in the blink of an eye, Fett fired two small micro-darts from a wrist mounted launcher, directly into Leia's breasts. Everyone in the room was stunned at the swiftness and suddenness of the attack, and an audible gasp arose from the assembled mob.

Leia looked down in shock at the darts protruding from her chest, but Leia's shock at the attack was quickly replaced by a new emotion, as her eyelids quickly began to sag. Her eyelids were now impossibly heavy as, a her vision began to blur again. A moment later, she fell back collapsing into the blankets and pillows that surrounded her. Stepping forward now, Fett examined his fallen prey with satisfaction. Perhaps this would be a worthy prize, in lieu of monetary compensation. Asleep now, her face chest and thighs showed promise. Reaching down now, he rolled her unconscious form over, onto her stomach. The purple fabric of her costume concealed too much, so he flipped it aside to examine her sweet plump unprotected upturned ass. After a long pause, the emotionless bounty hunter, extended his arm and quickly fired 4 more shots into the sleeping slave girl's raised buttocks. Then he looked up at Jabba and gave a slow nod. The offer was accepted. It was a deal.

Now the crowd cheered as Fett scooped up the fallen princess, and tossed her over his shoulder. Again he pulled the purple fabric out of the way, to better reveal her charming assets, as Jabba's court went wild with approval. Carrying the inert form of the nearly naked princess back to a reserved room in Jabba's fortress, Fett prepared himself for an evening of entertainment, as Leia's arms and legs, as well as her chain leash, swung loosely.

**********

Leia awoke in a large dark room. She was chained spread eagle in the middle of the room. The pose was most becoming, especially in her revealing attire.

As Leia surveyed her environment, her eyes scanned the room, as best she could, for her captor, but he was nowhere to be seen. What she did discover, however, is that she was, . . . in the mood. Was it the drugs the droid had given her, the darts that Fett had shot her with, the revealing attire, or the bondage that was inexplicably turning her on?

She was a captive, chained against her will. There should be nothing desirable or exciting about that, she reminded herself. But there was. Perhaps it was the drugs, and the clothing, and the bondage that excited her. But whatever the reason, she was purring with desire. She was ready and primed.

Just then, Boba Fett's heavily armored form stepped ominously from out of the shadows.

"At last the sleeping princess wakens, . . " the heavily-armed bounty hunter spoke in a deep gravely voice.

"No thanks to your tranq darts," the bound princess rebutted defiantly.

Fett was dressed in his usual assembly of battle-damaged Mandalorian body rmor, jet-pack, belts, thermal detonators, and countless variety of other weapons hidden or integrated into his cunning suit. Even to Leia, the overall effect was undeniably impressive. As the two opponents eyed eachother, Fett's keen gaze could not deny the bound scantily clad Princess's womanly charm, and the Princess could not deny Fett's battle-scarred aura of pure ideal masculinity.

She still hated him, of course, but for the moment, drugged as she was with a powerful concoction of arousal drugs, that was beside the point.

Yes, beneath that grim mask and battle-tested armor, stood the most fit, capable, skilled starfighter pilot, marksmen, martial artists, and strategist in the galaxy. A man's man if ever there was one. True, he had caused her a world of pain, but even Luke had mentioned that the Mandalorian bounty hunter lived by a code of honor. This was something that even Luke respected.

Now as Leia hung there, she noticed something in Fett's gloved hand. The next thing Leia knew, she heard a click, and the suit which encased the most sensitive parts of her body came alive, humming with pleasure.

"You are quite lovely, Princess," Fett spoke again as he stepped closer.

Click.

The intensity of the vibrations increased, drawing a gasp from the bound princess. There was nothing that she could do, but twist helplessly in her bindings.

"There are many settings on this device," Fett continued.

Click-click.

"Ahhh--hh!!" she gasped again, amazed at the effectiveness of the suit.

"But it would be a shame to waste such pretty assets on a machine," he hissed, as he stepped forward, his hand now groped her exposed ass possessively.

The heft and weight of the soft round parcels felt good in his gloved hands.

"I plan to have my way with you," he spoke matter-of-factly.

"Is this the only way you can get your women, by drugging them, and tying them down?" Leia responded, still fighting off the effects of the vibrating suit.

"No, . . . ," Fett responded, as he began to take off his jet pack. "But it is my favorite way, as you will soon see."

Now he lay the heavy pack on the floor and stepped behind Leia. With time, she heard more pieces of equipment being removed, and laid on the floor.

". . . And there is no reason that you should not enjoy it as well," the voice behind her spoke, no longer altered by the effect of a helmet speaker. "The drugs in the darts will see to it that you do enjoy yourself." And with that, he fired another one into her unprotected ass.

"Owww!"

"Click-click-click," she heard again, as the vibrations intensified.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!" Leia moaned at the intensity of it all. Despite her tough talk, she was already purring with desire. Her hips wriggled desperately due to the pleasing vibrations.

Suddenly, she felt something behind her, as his naked manhood now nuzzled her from behind. Skillfully, he pressed his hips furtively into the groove between her buttocks. Now his hands reached around under her outstretched arms, and cupped her armored breasts.

"UNNNNNNNGHHHHHH!! OOOHHHHHHHH-HH!!" Regardless of everything else, it WAS exciting.

Now his fingers unfastened the catch at the back of her armored bra, and the insidious device clattered to the ground with a clang, revealing her bright rosy nipples standing erect and alive with desire. His rough hands clutched the soft orbs of her breasts greedily. It felt good.

"OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh-hh!…"

"It was the drugs," she kept telling herself, loving the feeling of his hands on her.

A moment later, her loin cloth fell away, along with the metal plates with held it in place, leaving her in only a tiny tight set of thin panties. With the metal plates, the vibrating sensations also stopped, but the pleasure and the desire did not.

Now the hardening bulge of him was unmistakable, as he ground his maleness against the shapely cleft of her rump.

"Finish it," she gasped, as his spike rutted the groove between her soft round half-naked buttocks.

Now skilled fingers reached around the front of her, and stroked her most needy place with consummate skill, as he thrust against her ass from behind.

"What was the point of resisting?" Leia asked herself, her face contorted in the throes of bondage sex. Now her ass thrust longingly backward against his male member. Her hips thrust longingly forward against the wizened fingers, seeking her own selfish release, which came just a moment later,

"Oh-hh!! Unghh! UNGHH! UNGHH!! UNGHHHH!!!!!" she was so close. . . straining closer, . . . closer. . .

"OUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH-hhhhhhh!!!!"

Leia came with the force of thousand slave girls as life as she knew it exploded between her legs. Her head hung in shame as she succumbed to devilish fiendish delights radiating from between her legs.

"UUUNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" she moaned again, offering herself totally to the orgasm which continued to consume her, for long glorious heady greedy moments. So good.

Seconds later, he exploded all over her buttocks, with a deep desperate grunt.

Together, in the jingle-jangle afterglow, they gasped for breath. When finally they had begun to re-gather some semblance of composure, he tugged at the back panel of her panties, so that the tiny triangle of fabric was re-shaped to form a makeshift thong. There, he let her hang, as he wiped his seed off on her nearly naked ass.

Then he ripped the thong off of her completely.

Next, he cut her down. Weakened from the orgasm, she fell into the pile of furs and pillows which lay outstretched on the floor beneath her. Surprised by the sudden fall, she lay there for a moment, and then felt his naked body sidle up behind her.

His large worn hands slithered around her waist, to cup her tender eager willing breasts, as the blunt club of his maleness, slid into the groove between her buttocks. The long club was hard and hot against her skin. It fit nicely there. There, still wet with his seed, it glided nicely up and down within her groove, as he toyed with her supple breasts.

An instant later, the room went dark. Now she rolled over to face him. While she could see nothing in the darkness, she felt his rough scarred body. Their limbs intertwined. They kissed and groped, exploring each other's bodies with curiosity and some tenderness. Finally he rolled gently on top of her. Her legs wrapped around him as they kissed and groped . . . as hungry lovers do.

Now he slipped behind her again, so that his rough form "spooned" her. As she lay on her side, his member, wet with pre-cum slithered slowly and gently into her womanhood. He was inside her now. Even from the beginning, his thrusts now were strong, forceful, eager, impatient. She loved the feeling of him thrusting hard against her ass, and soon she felt herself swept up in the forbidden thrill of it all.

He loved the feeling of the lusty princess's forbidden soft pale ass, and soon he withdrew, and exploded again all over her curvy, sticky, tender buttocks.

Now shiny-slick, and dripping with slimy seed, he again slid his hearty member along the slippery soaking groove between her shiny seed-drenched ass. It was so slick, so good, so hot.

Leia loved the feeling of his slick wet gift, and basked in the sensation with pride, as his shaft marveled in the soft fullness of her ass.

Presently, he rolled over on top of her, and lay against her, as she wrapped her legs around him, but he did not enter her.

"I will enjoy you this night, Princess, but I will not enter you. . . . It is against my personal code to take one who is spoken for."

Leia found herself surprised, relieved, and perhaps even a tiny bit disappointed to hear his gruff words. But she still enjoyed the feeling of him on top of her. She had never really been taken by a man before, and was surprised by the size and girth and weight of him, as he sent her breasts flopping and bouncing with each thrust of his body rubbing against hers.

Drugged as she was, she found herself succumbing to his manly ministrations, as the pleasure between her legs beckoned. His hands, his musk, his manliness. At last, the mere friction of him rubbing against her most sensitive place forced another royal orgasm from the young sheltered princess, and she cried out shamefully into the night, "OaaaahhhhHHUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNGGHHHH!!!!".

Her legs squeezed him possessively. As she sought to wring every last drop of pleasure from him.

At last, he guided her onto all fours, and took her from behind, his member pinned between her soft thighs, groping her soft fragrant down-hanging breasts, as he thrust his hips hard against her naked welcoming buttocks. He held onto the other end of her chain, as he pounded her from behind, forcing little cries of pleasure from her throat.

"How could anything so rude and base feel so good?" Leia wondered.

At last he exploded deep between her soft tender thighs, then wiped the remnants of his seed on her welcoming ass, chest, face, and brow.

When it was finally over, they collapsed again into the furs, and each other's arms.

Now that she was properly broken in, . . . it was Jabba's turn.

********************

Leia awoke in a groggy stupor, dressed again in her revealing slave girl attire. She awoke now, only to discover the disgusting little alien creature, Salacious Crumb, wantonly groping her buttocks. Swatting at him now, Leia quickly shooed the creepy little creature away. But he remained lurking, leering, and snickering on a pillow not far away.

"Ahhh, fo-no keeen, ashantay," Jabba spoke. (Ah, my plaything finally awakens.)

"Ka-sannay Boba Fett wanni-wanga!" (Boba Fett speaks well of his time with you. I am intrigued.)

"Pask-Olla-ta-fee nalaya, wanni-wanga." (So now I want to take you myself.)

"Lo-to! Lo-to!" (Everyone get out!)

With impressive speed, the room cleared, and Jabba was finally alone with his new slave girl. Clad as she was, she was a tempting morsel, and Jabba's gaping maw drooled copiously at the very sight of her.

Caught at the end of his chain, there was little that Leia could do to resist him. But what was worse, she was surprised to find that she didn't want to resist.

Leia's head felt strange, and her body felt stranger still. Something in the drugs that the droid had given her filled her with a hot-blooded desire that was beyond anything in her memory. Suddenly she hoped the drugs that were affecting her now might wipe her memory clean as a merciful side effect.

Her body absolutely purred with desire.

Jabba's arousal drugs had been specially designed to turn even the most reluctant female into a willing, even insatiable partner. It took a lot to make a normal healthy human female attracted to a Hutt, which was exactly why the potion was so expensive, . . . even for someone with Jabba's extensive resources. For his part, Jabba believed the concoction to be well worth the exorbitant expense.

Now, in her drug-induced stupor of arousal, Leia purred seductively as Jabba's tail casually stroked her leg. She was curious. She has only just had her first encounter with a man, but at least she had had some idea what she was doing. With a Hutt, she had no idea where to even begin.

Just then, two other females emerged from side niches. Their comely physiques, and scanty attire identified them as other members of Jabba's harem. One was green, with an elaborate headdress, while the other had a pink complexion and a brightly colored mohawk. Both sported daring thongs, and were drop-dead gorgeous.

Leia followed the lead of the other two women, and joined them as they slowly crawled up and all over Jabba's expansive body, cooing and stroking him all over, with clear sexual intent.

Jabba's deep voice rumbled in approval as they rubbed their toned oiled bodies all over him, kissing him and stroking him liberally, as exotic harem music played in the background. Leia followed suit, although somewhat more tentatively.

Presently, Leia noticed a bulge protruding from the top of Jabba's tail, about 2/3 of the way down the length of his body. As the three women continued their erotic advances, a phallus extended from the bulge, standing straight up, out of his tail. Eager now to prove her worthiness, Leia advanced on all fours, like a prowling oto-tigress, toward the needy form. She actually purred and sneered possessively as she advanced, to warn the other women away, but they seemed to already know that tonight was . . . her turn.

Finally reaching her desired goal, Leia hesitated. She didn't have much experience with human males, let alone, . . . Hutts. She began tentatively, gripping the impressive form gently but firmly in her delicate tapered fingers. It was surprisingly long and hard, though the had no real frame of reference with which to compare it.

As she slowly began to grip it, she noticed that her fingers could not quite totally encompass it at its base, but she could, if she held it a little closer to the tip. Now she kissed it tentatively, a move that drew a low groan of approval from the mighty Hutt.

Now she caressed the mighty stalk with both hands, stroking it, and kissing it gently. But the females were coaxing her to do more, sticking out their tongues in a licking gesture. She was wholly unsure about this, but reluctantly touched the very tip of her tongue to the erect stalk.

"Mmmmm-MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmm-mmmmmmmmmmm…" Jabba groaned in approval.

Propelled forward by the response, she began to lick more sensuously, slowly running her whole tongue and hands along the length of the needy staff.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM-mmmm!" he continued.

Now the shaft was slick and slimy wet, as she began to get the hang of it. Her hands now moved with greater speed and confidence a she began to work the crime lord into a lather.

Glancing up at her fellow slave girls, she saw them smile encouragingly, as Jabba peeled off their clothes, and groped their naked breasts and thonged ass.

"Ooouuu-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!" Jabba suddenly roared, frightening and startling Princess. But in a moment, she understood, as a fountain of slimy seed leapt up out of Jabba's member, showering the pretty princess in an incomprehensible bath of bukkake-style come. Her entire face, chest, breasts, and shoulders were covered in the clear sticky stuff.

"So. . . much!" she tried to say, astonished at the sheer volume of the thick sticky substance, but all that came out was, "So. . . mubfffff!" as she tried to clear the gooey ooze from her face.

Now Leia noticed the two other harem girls coming over to join her. Just then, she saw why. Two other phalluses had risen all along the length of the Hutt's tail, one to either side of Leia. They were positioned about two feet apart, all in a row. The one nearest the tip of his tail being the smallest; the one nearer to his head and body, the largest.

Now Leia watched in a mixture of disgust and fascination as the alien harem girls mounted the two newly appearing phalluses. Straddling his tail, they lowered themselves onto him, expressions of pleasure and stress playing across their faces as their insides were stretched to accommodate his impressive size. Presently, they both found their seats and began "riding" his as well as they could.

This alien coupling was by far the strangest thing that Leia had ever seen, but she could not say that it was entirely unappealing. Aroused as she now was, part of her wanted to join in.

Encouraged by a gesture from the rearmost harem-girl, Leia reluctantly stepped in between the two girls, and spread her legs wide to straddle Jabba's broad tail. While she did not mount the member itself, she was content simply to straddle the strange twitching alien tail, and grind herself against his rough skin. Besides, the center phallus, having so recently been spent, now seemed to be receding and withdrawing into nothingness.

Even so, Leia found herself strangely compelled by the sensations that she was able to achieve. It was unusual to spread her legs so very very wide around anything, and she loved the feeling of her buttocks repeatedly plopping against his tail, as her mound ground lasciviously against him as well, slowly fanning the flames of her own desire. Likewise, she enjoyed the view of her fellow slave girls, their thonged buttocks bouncing, their alien breasts flopping as they rode Jabba.

It was quite a scene to see the three females all simultaneously riding the mighty crime lord, all of them groaning and moaning, sighing and whining, bouncing and grinding, lost in their own guilty pleasures.

But the longer and the harder Leia rode him, the closer she got to her own needy release. Soon she lost track of her tormentor or the other slave girls. Now she sought only her own greedy release.

But suddenly something was different. Different but wonderful. What was--?

The third member was growing erect again, rising up underneath her, . . . impaling her!

It was too late to stop it. Leia couldn't stop it as the mighty thing rose up inside her, ploughing into the wet slick needy depths of her.

"UNGHHHHHH!!" she called out.

The other girls laughed. Apparently, they had been expecting this, and were happy to see her getting the "full experience" of Jabba.

For several moments, Leia's rhythm was disrupted, as her hips shifted to contain the mighty throbbing thing inside her.

"UNGHHH!!"

When at last it reached its full length and girth, she was well and truly impaled. Getting off was now a physical impossibility. She could only now resign herself to riding this to the bitter end.

Now the girl behind her tapped her on the shoulder, urging her to resume her rhythm.

Slowly now, she complied.

Soon all three girls were thrusting, bouncing, and bobbing in rhythm. Leia's pleasure was growing now, as her passion was driven to new heights, her soft breasts bouncing wildly.

Her mound ground against him as her thighs spread to engulf him. Her buttocks jounced, her breasts bounced, as the massive spear inside her thrilled the very core of her.

Now Leia knew she could not stand much more as her needy bud soared toward its breaking point.

"UuunnghhHHHHH!! YEAH! Unghh!! OH Unghh-hh! Yeahh! UNNNNNNNGH!!
UuunnghhHHHHH!! YEAH! Unghh!! OH Unghh-hh! Yeahh! UNNNNNNNGH!!
UuunnghhHHHHH!! YEAH! Unghh!! OH Unghh-hh! Yeahh! UNNNNNNNGH!!
UuunnghhHHHHH!! YEAH! Unghh!! OH Unghh-hh! Yeahh! UNNNNNNNGH!!"

It was obscene. It was bizarre. But it was exactly what Leia needed, as a 50 megaton blast detonated between Leia's virgin thighs, deep within her virgin mound.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!"

Leia's eyes clenched tightly closed, her teeth bared, her head flung back as if she were strangling a giant beast. Her entire body tensed, with every muscle in her body turning rock hard, as the most intense orgasm of her young life rocked her body. As her loins exploded with her love juice, the monster inside her unleashed jet after jet of pulsating vile seed. Hoots and shrieks came from the other women, as Jabba ejected his seed simultaneously into them as well, causing all three women to climax and cry out in unison.

For long glorious moments, all three women, bucked and lurched on the twitching tail, backs arched, heads thrown back, as the 4-way orgy orgasm played itself out.

Groans moans sighs and coos of guilty heady rapture filled the hall as each creature succumbed totally to the pleasure-filled sparking and spurting through their bodies.

When, at last, it was finally over, all was still. Now, slowly, ever so slowly, Leia, still floating in a cloud of ecstasy, gradually rose up, stickily extricating herself off of the sticky-wet probe, with an disgusting slurping sound. Finally off of the vile thing, Leia sat back down, so that it was just in front of her. Taking a deep breath, she took a moment to congratulate herself for surviving the ordeal in one piece.

So it was completely without warning when the vile thing spurted more of its vile goo into her face.

SPLURT! . . . SPLURT! . . . . SPLURT! . . . . . Splort!

Again her face, chest, and shoulders were covered with the clear slimy goo. Now as the other girls laughed, Leia couldn't help but join them as she had to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

It was then, laughing in her sleep that she woke up.

Leia awoke in a groggy stupor, still dressed in her revealing slave girl attire. She awoke now, to discover herself lying at Jabba's side. Jabba, and most of his court were asleep.

"Ahhh, fo-no keeen, ashantay," Jabba spoke. (Ah, my plaything finally awakens.)

Instantly Leia found every eye in Jabba's foul court leering at her, devouring her curves, and undressing her with their eyes. Their lewd scowls and dirty looks were simultaneously disgusting and thrilling. Living a life of power and prestige, it was a strange sensation for Leia to regarded purely as a sexual creature. The fact that she was apparently regarded as highly appealing by every single creature in the room, a group including aliens from over 38 different species, was a strange but undeniably flattering feeling . . . of sorts.

"Ka-sha gelleee-tosk, aluta," (You seem to have many admirers. . .)

"Grek-naaay guywanna kobbe sayla fata-da" (It is your first time in court, appearing as my slave girl. Do try to stay awake.) With this, he tugged on Leia's chain.

Her first time in Jabba's court?

Leia sighed with relief as she realized that her encounters with Fett and Jabba must have been dreams, not reality. The tranq dart that XT-18 had given her must have been more potent than she had expected. Still, the dream had been so very real, so vivid, so intense. It was not like any other dream. It was more like a vision, . . . a vision of a possible future.

Years ago, a strange man had told her that she possessed a power that might allow her to see such things. At times like this, she knew there was some truth to it. She believed. She had to believe.

Suddenly, a sharp chill went up her spine. Luke was near. Somehow she knew it with absolute certainty. She sensed his presence. While her attempt to rescue Han had been foiled, the rest of the plan was still on track.

Somehow refreshed with a new confidence drawn from the Force itself, Leia centered herself. If she could just keep her wits about her, they might yet get out of this terrible place, and change the galaxy for the better. If she could just keep her wits about her, there might yet be many adventures ahead for her and her comrades. But with Jabba, the Emperor, Vader, and seemingly the whole Empire after them, Leia wondered if she and Han would ever get a chance to be together.

Suddenly, she remembered what the strange wizard had said to her on years ago, during her fateful stay on the first Death Star, "Be brave and some day you WILL have a chance to share your body and your gifts with your true love. . ." Now she took strength from those words.

Leia was now suddenly anxious for that day to come. Though her intimate experiences over the years had been few and strange, she felt somehow that she had grown from them. Now she suddenly felt certain that she was ready to have her first serious intimate relationship. Building on her experiences, she now felt genuinely ready to offer herself a certain special someone that she cared about very much. The Force reassured her now that someday they would get their chance, . . . but there was something else.

Something in the omniscient transcendent galactic living Force told her . . .

. . . to keep the slave girl outfit. It seemed like a strange insight to receive from the Force, but something told her that it was important. After all, as a friend once told her, "the Force has many uses. . . "

Yes, something definitely told her that as soon as Han's vision improved, . . . he was going to like her in that outfit. Something told her. . . he was going to like it, . . . a lot.

THE END