Note from the author: This is my first attempt at writing Star Wars fan
fiction, so please be kind. I hope I have not made any glaring errors in spelling, punctuation and grammar. As you will notice from the disclaimer below, I have decided to describe Lord Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith, not true to canon, with blonde hair and blue eyes, but rather with black hair and brown eyes. I’ve always preferred my men dark in appearance as well as dark in nature. I hope this does not trouble my audience too much. This is my story, my sexual fantasies and my interpretation of the Star Wars universe. I have worked very hard on this story and put many hours into it.
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akamrsvader@hotmail.com. This is a very long story. You might want to print it out and then read it when you find the time. NC-17 for graphic sexual content. Enough said ... enjoy the story.
Disclaimer: All characters belonging to Lucasfilm and George Lucas are used without their/his permission and are not intended for profit, merely the enjoyment of myself and fans. It is intended as an interpretation of some events in the Star Wars universe, not as any infringement upon Lucasfilm’s copyright. The characters, names and places in this story are an interpretation of the author’s imagination and are not Star Wars canon, therefore descriptions of said characters, names and places conflict with various elements of the Star Wars universe, and with more recent pieces of unfilmed Star Wars fiction and fan fiction.
+++ Prologue +++
The Empire allows the inhabitants of Me‘lweag to believe that their planet is controlled solely by their Queen, but in actuality, the Empire has placed Queen Prunui there, she is one of their own. By doing so, the Emperor hoped that the decoy Queen would stave off the Rebels, leaving Me’lweag alone. Outsiders believed Me’lweag was an independent planet not under the rule of the Empire. From an outsider’s perspective, Me’lweag appeared as a small “nothing” of a planet, mostly made up of small villages and farming communities with no real assets to anyone. The last thing the Emperor wanted was the Rebellion poking their noses in the mining business on Me’lweag. The planet is rich in metals, alloys, minerals and has become a valuable asset to the Empire. The Emperor realizes that Me’lweag must not get into the hands of the Rebels.
Much to his dismay, Vader has been commanded by the Emperor to make a trip to Me’lweag in order to convey a top secret manufacturing process of a newly discovered metal found on Me’lweag. The metal cannot be destroyed by any known weaponry. Armor and battleships will be constructed from this metal. The Rebels would just love to get their hands on such an asset, therefore, the only one that the Emperor trusts to convey this secret knowledge is Lord Vader. The Dark Lord finds this duty to be too routine and a waste of his talents. Vader suggested that the secret manufacturing process could be sent encoded by droid, but the Emperor refused to listen to Vader.
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In honor of Lord Vader’s visit, Queen Prunui decided to hold a lavish banquet with entertainment. All the Empire’s counsel and senators stationed on Me’lweag would be in attendance. By having the banquet to honor Lord Vader, Queen Prunui hoped he would put in a good word to the Emperor promoting her higher up in the ranks of the Empire and off this miserable backwater of a planet. Let someone else take over the ruling of this “hicksville”, Queen Prunui thought. She wanted to be where the action was, fighting the Rebels.
Although Vader hated banquets and other social functions and did not want to attend the Queen’s banquet, Vader was ordered to attend by the Emperor. Sensing Queen Prunui’s discontent, the Emperor felt that Vader’s attendance would smooth out diplomatic relations with her Majesty.
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At the banquet there were beautiful scantily clad slave girls serving food, drinks and dancing seductive dances. As the Dark Lord of the Sith entered the banquet, the musicians stopped playing sensuous dance music, the dancers stopped and everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up to where Vader was standing at the top of the grand staircase to the Royal Me’lweag Palace Ballroom. Vader’s appearance was awesome. His mighty size and strength commanded everyone’s attention. His unequaled superiority in the Force filled the room with his presence. It seemed everyone in the room gasped at the same time as Vader had entered with black cape flowing behind him. There was an uncomfortable momentary silence throughout the room. Queen Prunui snapping out of the trance that Vader seemed to involuntarily cast upon everyone, she motioned to the musicians to start up the “welcome” music for the Dark Lord’s entrance. The musicians seeing their Queen frantically waving at them, immediately played an Imperial fanfare. While the fanfare was playing, Vader descended the stairs and took the seat reserved for him at the center of the long banquet table.
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Renée had been a slave ever since she was old enough to bare children. Her parents were poor tenet farmers with many children to feed. They mistakenly thought the only escape for a poor peasant girl was to be sold as a “pleasure” slave to a wealthy man. At age 13 Renée was sold to a wealthy business man who was old enough to be her father. Her parents felt bad about having to sell her into slavery and would miss her horribly, but it was for the best. They knew that the man they sold her to would treat her like a pampered pet. Their daughter would finally live in a luxurious home with fine clothes and have good food. Some of Renée’s sisters wouldn’t be so lucky, for they were not attractive and would be destined to live the life of poor farmers’ wives. Renée had been blessed with not only intelligence, exceptional beauty, but also a strange and unique “gift”. She was able to sense things about others and read their minds. She could levitate objects as well. Her family begged her to keep her “gift” under wraps, as they were afraid that the villagers would hunt her down and accuse her of witchcraft.
Renée’s servitude to her master lasted eight years. Renée had developed a true love for him. Bultarq was at first, a loving, kind and gentle master. But after seven years in his service, her beloved master changed. Bultarq, owned a major portion of the farming land on Me’lweag and leased it to the tenet farmers. His reputation as a “big fish in a small pond” went to his head. Bultarq was regularly invited to join the Imperial counselors and senators at the Royal Me’lweag Casino (run by the despicable Huts). Bultarq, from the very beginning had a compulsive obsessive personality. Renée was his obsession and she loved it. It was wonderful to be cherished and worshiped. His addictive personality was satisfied with their constant love making. It seemed that Bultarq craved sex and couldn’t get enough of it. This never bothered her. She enjoyed sex with him and looked forward to being ravished by him. You could imagine her heart break when her beloved Bultarq replaced their love making for a new addiction – gambling! The fast paced action and promise of big wins were just too much for Bultarq’s compulsive obsessive personality to handle. Every night Renée’s master would go off with his repulsive Imperial cronies and gamble his riches away and so loving making ceased.
Eventually Bultarq’s money started running out, yet he couldn’t stop gambling. The casino allowed him to continue to gamble “on credit”. Bultarq blinded by his addiction couldn’t see that he would never hit the “big jackpot” and pay off all his gambling debts and come home with millions. One night the casino “called in” their debt and demanded that Bultarq pay off his credit line. Bultarq had already sold off most of his and Renée’s luxurious clothes and all his furnishings except for a bed, table, sofa and chair and a few lamps to pay off some of his gambling debts, but this just wasn’t enough. Renée was the last valuable possession Bultarq owned. Her value had gone up in price as she matured from a young teenager to a young adult. Tall blondes with blue eyes and fair skin were especially valuable in the Me’lweag slave market, as most of the peasant girls sold into slavery were dark haired, short, olive skinned with brown eyes. Renée’s asking price would be very high indeed. The love that Bultarq had for her was eaten up by his gambling addiction. The Bultarq she once loved now no longer existed, his mind wasn’t thinking logically. The casino sent out “Bruisers” to collect on the debt Bultarq owed. Fearing for his life, Bultarq sold Renée to a Me’lweag slave trader.
She was dragged off crying, “Bultarq, my love, how could you do this to me?!”
Sobbing and shackled she was put up on the auction block the very next morning.
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Slave traders like to save the best for last. When it was Renée’s turn to stand up on the auction block, she was poked with the blunt end of a spear from a slave harem guard. She was naked except for the shackles on her wrists, ankles and the slave collar she wore identifying her as property of Serpen the slave trader.
With tender bare feet, Renée gingerly walked up the wooden steps to the auction platform trying to avoid getting splinters. The slave harem guard used a riding crop to point out and display her “assets”. She stood there on the platform feeling the eyes of lust-hungry men burning into her naked flesh.
“Look here! See the lovely firm, round breasts of this fabulous creature!”, shouted Serpen to the crowd.
The slave harem guard took the riding crop and placed it under her breasts giggling them. Her mind wondered to escape the humiliation. Renée tried to think about all the wonderful times she had with Bultarq, but all she could think about was what happened last night after Serpen took possession of her. Serpen had brought her back to his slave harem and “tested” Renée for auction readiness. His “test” turned out to be rape. Serpen threw Renée down on cushions in his tent and laid on top of her. The weight of his huge belly pressed on her making it difficult for her to breath and his fowl breath raided her nostrils. He roughly pawed at her breasts, pulling and pinching her delicate pink nipples. She started to cry out in pain, but Serpen covered her mouth with his. His kisses were sloppily wet, gagging her with his thick tongue. She tried to push him off but his weight was no match for her. He held her wrists down while pushing her legs apart with his knees. He took her with such utter violence, ramming his penis into her with such force that she almost scooted out from under him. Grunting, huffing and puffing, this fat disgusting man rhythmically pumped and pumped and pumped. Just as Renée thought she couldn’t take any more of this, his body shuttered and Serpen let out a deep moan of pleasure. His bloated sweaty body rolled off of her. He bellowed for a slave harem guard and the guard entered the tent bringing shackles. The guard shackled Renée to the post in the middle of the tent and then left. She looked down and saw Serpen fast asleep on the cushions, his belly moving up and down with each snore. What a pig she thought, I was raped by a pig. She was left shackled all night to the post in the middle of the tent and never managed to get any sleep.
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The riding crop massaged Renée’s clit and then with a sudden thrust, the slave harem guard rammed the riding crop handle up her vagina. This jolted her abruptly out of her horrid day dream of the rape the night before. Renée’s body involuntarily jerked and the crowd of men watching her cheered with approval. The bidding got started and as her price went higher and higher, Serpen pointed out her exotic coloring to the lustful eyes of the men.
“Hair like spun gold, eyes like sparkling sapphires, full luscious ruby lips, skin as soft and delicate as white silk ... I ask you gentlemen, how could you pass on the opportunity to own such a ravishing creature?”
The bidding went wild! Renée couldn’t stand it. She was a piece of meat to these hungry wolves. She looked down at her feet not being able to make eye contact with any of them. The slave harem guard took the riding crop, shoving it under her chin pushing her face up to look at the crowd. As she was forced to look on, Renée saw a mysterious small box-shaped black vehicle pull up. It was hand carried by four burly male slaves and set down upon the ground with much delicacy. Out stepped a man cloaked in dark robes. His features were concealed by a hood. As the bidding got higher and higher, the hooded mystery man would nod each time out bidding all the others. The auction went at a fast and frenzied pace. Renée could not believe her ears when she heard Serpen shout, “SOLD! To the honorable Counselor Vezer-ibo of our Majesty, the Queen’s Royal Court.” Renée was to be a slave at the palace. But she thought she was being sold as a pleasure slave, she couldn’t understand what the Queen would want with a pleasure slave.
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Renée found out soon enough. The collar of Serpen was removed and replaced with a collar proclaiming her property of Queen Prunui of Me’lweag, Renée was then whisked off to the palace. Once there, she was cleaned up, bathed and shampooed and dressed in a sexy see-through slave garment. She was not given any undergarments to wear. The slave garment was fashioned like a little toga, displaying one bare shoulder and cut low in the front to reveal her cleavage and cut high to reveal her long curvy legs. It was sapphire blue to match Renée’s eyes. The toga was gathered at the waist with a matching leather belt. The belt had loops for shackles. Disobedient slaves where often seen shackled to their belts, their movements restricted by short chains on both wrists and ankles. The ankle chains ran up to the wrist connecting to the loops in the belt. It looked most uncomfortable to say the least and worked as a good deterrent, encouraging slaves to unquestioned obedience.
Renée was given instructions by the slave harem mistress, Ber’thav, a large middle aged woman, once a lowly serving slave, but now too old for such duties. Her impeccable servitude did not go without notice and she was kept on instead of being “discarded” (a fancy term for execution), promoted as head of all the serving slave girls. Renée was to be a serving wench in her Majesty’s palace. This was a blow to her ego. She was the most beautiful girl in her village, was the prized possession of Me’lweag’s most distinguished landowner, Bultarq, and now she found herself as a lowly serving wench, one of many in the service of the Queen. Renée no longer had the luxuries of a soft bed, beautiful clothes and jewels. She was forced to sleep in a small crowded cold dorm on a straw bed. The floors, walls and ceiling were made of gray concrete and the lighting was dim at best. A small barred window at the very top of the room was the only source of light. Every night the serving wenches were locked inside behind a heavy metal door.
Renée’s life suddenly plummeted into misery. She was run off her feet serving food and beverages to Queen Prunui and her court. The Royal Court was huge and they wanted to be wined and dined at all hours of the day and night. The men of the court disgusted Renée. As she served them food and drink, they would reach out with their clammy paws and grope her. Pinching her bottom, jiggling her breasts and poking invading fingers up her vagina, Renée sometimes would jump, startled and a plate of food or a tray of drinks she was carrying would go crashing to the floor in a loud clatter, the sound ricocheting off the marble floor echoing throughout the dinning hall. She was immediately removed from the dinning hall, hauled off like a criminal to await her punishment.
Punishment for slaves varied depending on the type of offense and it’s severity. Thank the gods, dropping a tray wasn’t that big an offense, but nevertheless, all slaves wanted to avoid being punished, as they never knew if the “Punisher” would relish their punishment, making it a bit more unbearable than necessary. Renée had dropped one too many trays with in the last month. The head slave mistress, Ber’thav, decided it was time to teach Renée some “grace”. Instead of placing her in shackles, she was taken to the dungeon to be whipped. Attractive, expensive slaves like Renée were the glory of the dinning hall. They were “decoration” and too valuable to place permanent harm on them. Many of the serving wenches were exotic beauties imported from other planetary systems. The Queen paid a very high price for them. When a serving wench was to be whipped, a special whip was used that would inflict pain, but not leave any marks on her delicate silky skin.
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Renée’s “Punisher” reminded her of Serpen. He was fat, oily, hairy and smelly. A real pig. Punishers are selected for their high level of sadism. Unfortunately for her, Renée’s Punisher was very sadistic and relished whipping the “pretty blonde peasant slut” as she was sarcastically know by many of her jealous fellow slave girls. Shackled with her arms up over her head and facing the cold hard brick wall, Renée waited naked, vulnerable and at the mercy of her Punisher. She closed her eyes waiting for the whip to strike. She smelled the musty dank air of the dungeon. The cold metal shackles cut into her soft flesh. Renée’s Punisher cracked the whip over his head, making her jerk in her shackles causing her more pain, the metal cut deeper into her wrists. Her Punisher laughed a menacing laugh, enjoying Renée’s suffering. He took the whip and gently traced the curves of her body. He ran the whip down the right side of her neck, down her back, moving the whip to the front of her, caressing her breasts with the whip’s lash. He tickled Renée’s belly with the lash of the whip and then lowered it down to her pelvis area. Her Punisher teased Renée’s clit with the handle of the whip, gently stroking it and making her squirm. He snickered enjoying this all too well. He then shoved the handle of the whip up her vagina, pumping and pumping, making Renée moan. Slaves are not to speak unless spoken to, but she couldn’t help herself. She begged for mercy.
“Please, stop, please Master Punisher, I promise I will be a good slave and never ever drop another tray, please ...”
Her Punisher enjoyed her begging, this excited him. He rubbed his erection against Renée’s bottom.
“You want this don’t you? Don’t lie to me, I know you do”, he said sneering.
He took the whip and stuck it up her anis. This brought more pain and she whimpered and withered in her shackles.
“Please, don’t, please, I beg you, please stop ...” Her pleas went ungranted.
“Oh, I see, you really do want this, don’t you?”, he said with an evil laugh.
Renée thought he meant she wanted sex with him. In a flash, he pulled the whip out of her anis and whacked her with all his might on her back. Flames of shearing pain racked her body. Renée screamed and jerked in her shackles. Her Punisher pulled his penis out of his black leather pants and masturbated while whipping her. As his left hand whipped his penis faster and faster into an orgasmic frenzy, be whipped Renée harder and harder with his right hand with each scream of pain she made, her Punisher moaned with pleasure. Finally in one crazed heated moment, Renée’s Punisher ended the torment with one last stinging thrash of the whip, both of them screaming – Renée screamed in pain and he scream in ecstacy.
******
The banquet was a buzz with slaves rushing to and fro, doing their best to serve the guests without dropping any trays. Renée was a nervous wreck. She could not drop another tray no matter what happened. She feared what would be done to her the next time. She still ached from her last punishment. With each movement, Renée’s back muscles ached and the pain flooded her mind with the horrible memories of her sadistic Punisher’s delight. Ber’thav ordered Renée to serve the head banquet table. Renée peeked out into the dinning hall from the kitchen and began to tremble with fear.
“Oh my gods, Mistress!”, she proclaimed, “I can’t serve that table, please don’t force me to serve at that table, oh please Mistress I beg you – Lord Vader is at that table!”
“Do you want to be whipped again for your insolence girl?!”, Ber’thav angrily asked.
Renée meekly looked down at her feet, lowering her head in submission. “No Mistress, I will obey”, she said almost in a whisper, feeling defeated and knowing that the evening will only end up with her shackled to the dungeon wall again at the mercy of that evil brute with the whip.
A plate of Mooshawni delicacies was thrust into Renée’s arms. She looked down at it and gagged. The wiggling wormy creatures were piled on exquisite china. A golden two prong fork was used to spear the delicacy. They were to be swallowed whole, sliding down the throat of the diner. That was the proper way to serve and eat Mooshawni. Growing up in a poor farming village Renée was raised on common vegetables; exotic (and smelly) delicacies like Mooshawni were not only foreign to her, but positively nauseated her. She wanted to throw up. She had to put on a happy “serving face” and with grace and poise, carry this fowl dish to the table with Lord Vader seated at it’s center. She thought she was going to faint. The stench of the food, and her nerves just about did her in. With legs feeling like quivering jelly and hands shaking, back aching, Renée tried her best to walk over to Vader’s table with some resemblance of a proper sexy serving wench. Oh please don’t fail me now legs, please don’t trip, she repeated over and over in her mind as she slowly walked over to the head banquet table.
As custom goes, a serving wench is to first offer the tray of delicacies to the honored guest and then to the others seated at the table. Renée lowered the tray to his Lordship. Vader looked at the tray, then looked to his right at Queen Prunui.
With a deep voice, a voice so very sexy, like no other voice Renée had ever heard, Vader said to the Queen, “A perfect hostess should know I only partake of food in private ... your lack of memory is unlike you, your Majesty. I am not amused.”
Oh, my gods! I’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life! No one told me that I wasn’t suppose to offer food to Lord Vader. I will pay with my life for this, Renée thought. Renée visibly began to shake with fear. She had heard rumors of Vader’s temper and thought he might cut her in half with his lightsaber right there in front of everyone. Queen Prunui, flabbergasted by the accusation, stammered.
“My Lord, I assure you I meant no disrespect! I only thought you might ...”
But before the Queen could finish her sentence, Lord Vader waved a gloved hand at her and barked, “Silence woman!”
Suddenly everything became deathly still. Not a sound was uttered. The musicians stopped playing, the dancers stopped dancing, and everyone stopped eating, drinking, talking and laughing. Everyone froze in fear. Vader looked at Renée. No, he glared at her though his mask, she could feel his glaze burning into her. She started to faint, her legs began to give out from under her and everything started to go black before her eyes, her head spined and her lower lip quivered. She started to drop the tray! Oh my gods, someone help me please!, Renée screamed in her mind. But she didn’t faint. Renée was jolted to conscienceness when everyone gasped. Her eyes shot open and she saw the tray levitate and then slowly float down and gentle land on the table. Vader was holding her up by her arm pits.
“This one is gifted with the Force!”, Vader exclaimed with surprise and joy.
Still in a mental fog, Renée didn’t understand what Vader was talking about. Then it sank in. I levitated the tray. Damn!, she thought. In times of stress Renée’s “gift” often came out. Now I’m really in trouble, she thought, I disgrace the Queen, insult his Lordship, and performed one of my “secret witchy magic tricks”, as her family use to jokingly call her “gift”.
Queen Prunui shook and stammered even more, “My Lord, ah, I ah, I ...”
“Shut up woman!”, Vader barked.
Vader gently set Renée back on her feet. They stared at each other in silence. But it wasn’t really silence at all. She heard a voice inside her head. Oh my gods, it was Vader’s voice!, she realized.
“My pretty one, don’t be afraid. I will personally see that no harm comes to you. You have a very special gift, it is raw and untrained, but I will see to it that you learn to manage it well.”
Then a feeling swept over Renée, it was fabulous! Vader without touching her, was caressing her body using his mind, bringing waves of pleasure rippling through her. She hadn’t felt such bliss since master Bultarq last made love to her.
“I want you. You will be mine”, Vader said in her head.
Renée and the Dark Lord shared an instant sexual animalistic chemistry, an attraction so strong that both of them trembled with desire. Renée no longer coward with fear before Lord Vader. She felt completely at ease for the first time since she entered service in her Majesty’s palace. The Dark Lord’s power drew her to him like a magnet to metal and he knew it. This man is radiating an invisible “force”, she thought. Reading her thoughts, Vader answered Renée in her mind.
“Yes, pretty one, it is called “The Force” and it is in everything and controls the whole universe. But only a handful of people possess it’s power. You and I are very fortunate to have such an asset.”
The silence broke. Vader leaned over to Queen Prunui and whispered in her ear. Everyone looked on as the Queen immediately barked orders to her slaves, clapping her hands, “Prepare Lord Vader’s bedchamber immediately, hop to it, hurry, hurry, at once I say!”
A handful of slaves dropped their trays and ran off to do their Queen’s bidding. The slaves scurried to ready his Lordship’s bed, warming it and turning down the covers, lighting the candles in the chamber.
Vader got up from the table and in front of all the guests at the banquet and without any shame, picked Renée up in his massive arms and carried her off towards the bedchamber that Queen Prunui had especially reserved for his Lordship’s stay at her palace.
The room buzzed with mumbled disapprovals of Vader’s actions, the Imperial counselors and senators shocked. Being so horribly disfigured and confined to his life support suit, no one thought that the Dark Lord would want or even be able to have normal sexual relations. Queen Prunui knew she had to comply with Vader’s wishes, but felt a pang of jealousy as she watched the Dark Lord and one of her lowly slave girls walk off and enter into a realm of orgasmic delight. How dare he!, the Queen thought, after all I did to honor his presence, he shocks, shames and snubs me in front of the counsel and senate! He will pay for this! Queen Prunui cursed.
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As the Dark Lord carried Renée towards his bedchamber, with each mighty step and movement of his powerful thighs, she became more and more aroused. With her arms wrapped around his neck, she snuggled into his body. This man doesn’t just walk, he thunders, she thought.
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The bedchamber was guarded on each side of the door by two armed guards of the Me’lweag palace. Vader kicked open the door, it banged against the wall, his cape fluttering out behind him. Renée giggled, delighted, knowing what would follow. She sensed Vader was smiling at her underneath his mask. Lord Vader carried her towards the bed. She glanced at the bed and gasped at the size of it. It was huge and round, elevated up onto a platform in the center of the bedchamber. Renée had never seen anything like it. It looked so soft, warm and inviting and the dim candlelight accentuated the softness of the sheets, beckoning them to plunge deep under it’s covers. All the while she had served the Queen, she had never known that this room existed. The decor was done in a style typical of the planet’s past, a centuries old gothic style. Large black raw iron standing candelabras were strategically placed around the room giving off just the right glow. The walls, ceilings and bed linens were a warm cream color. The earth-toned tile floor was covered with some kind of beige animal skin rug. Lit sconces mounted on the walls cast interesting shadows on the ceiling. The room was scented with the erotic smell of sandalwood. Soft music was piped in from hidden speakers. Vader glided over to the massive bed and gently laid Renée down. He sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned over her, gently running a gloved finger over her forehead, past her right temple and down her check as he traced the cascading trail of her golden hair. Renée shivered with delight. Lord Vader surprised her by speaking to her, she thought he would just ravish her without saying a word.
“Just a moment my pretty one, while I get comfortable”, his voice deep and sensuous, heavy with lust.
Vader broke out into a hardy laugh, shaking the bed, jokingly he said, “You don’t think I’d kill myself before I have you, do you? Don’t worry, I can breath without the mask. This mask, the suit, the control panel, the hiss of the respirator are all fake.”
Renée stared at him dumbfounded with her eyes wide and her mouth gaping open.
Vader continued, “I once was married and my wife lost interest in me because of my busy schedule, climbing up the ranks of the Empire, I ignored her. She took a lover. I dueled with her lover, faking a fall into a vat of acid. The vat did not contain acid and the appearance of my burned, disfigured body and face was a hallucination I created using the Force in the minds of others. I had hoped my wife would take pity on me and come rushing to my sick bed, returning to our marriage. She divorced me anyway. Since my plan failed, I decided to turn it to my advantage. I was racked with pain from the bitter divorce and wanted to put everything behind me, starting a new life. The person I was, Anakin Skywalker, had died from heart break and I set out to become Lord Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith, using my anger to gain power through the Dark Side of the Force. In order to instill fear and respect in others, I designed and created this life support suit to continue to perpetuate the myth that I had been horribly disfigured and injured. You see, when a person is able to make eye contact, he is able to read emotions and a person with the Force can read thoughts. Obscuring my face, creating a myth that I have super human strength from all the prosthetics has put me at an advantage over my enemies. I have more control over others if they view me as a fearsome mystery, as a monster – part human, mostly machine. Only a handful of my most trusted advisors know the truth. I have not been involved in a sexual relationship since my divorce, so I’ve had no need to disclose the truth to anyone but my advisors and until now, you.”
While still sitting on the edge of the bed, Vader removed his gloves and flung them with a “devil-may-care” attitude onto the floor. His large, yet graceful hands moved up towards his collarbone, fingers nimbly unlatching the catches that attached his helmet to his black armored suit. Renée watched, awestruck as this mysterious, Dark Lord of the Sith emerge from his mask, with a handsome, masculine human face. He was in his forties, with a strong square jaw, deep set dark brown eyes with a penetrating intensity that bore through to her very soul. His hair, thick black with waves of gray at the temples. Full sensuous lips curled up at the corners, giving the Dark Lord a mischievous, devilish appearance. His penetrating eyes scanned her body up and down, with a lustful glint. Under such intense scrutiny she felt the heat of a blush growing on her face. Vader leaned over and kissed her softly, deeply. A thousand ripples of ecstasy radiated from her lips down the length of her body. She tingled. Renée put her arms around him and clung to his body. She ached for him. She hungered for this man. Vader sensing her growing arousal, slowly, teasingly started to undress her. Inch by slow inch, he removed her toga, sliding it down off her should, gliding down to her breasts. The silk of the toga brushed her excited hardened nipples, thrilling her even more. Vader’s hands held her waist, slowly toying with the leather belt. He removed her belt, grinning, he dropped it with a little thud onto the floor. With great care and delicacy he slid the silky fabric over her belly and hips. Vader was playing with her! She thought he would rip her toga off and take her with gusto. She saw the look of sadistic pleasure on his face as he tortured her with his slow delicate seduction. He knew she wanted him to take her now, but he chose to delay their pleasure, relishing in the anticipation of what was to come.
“What is your name, pretty one?”, Vader asked as he leaned over and planted sweet little kisses on her belly.
“Whatever my Lord wishes”, Renée replied smiling sweetly up at him.
“That is not what I asked you!, I asked you what your name is” he said a bit annoyed.
“I’m sorry my Lord, I was taught to say that to all my superiors. My real name is Renée.”
Vader looked pleased. With a little smile, humorously he said, “That is a most appropriate name for a pretty little slave girl.”
They looked into each others eyes and grinned. A girlish giggle escaped her lips. Vader’s smile broadened. Vader then continued to undress her slowly, all the more torturing her. He slid her toga down past her vaginal area. Leaning over her, he kissed her just above her pubic hair. Vader then slipped her toga down around her ankles. He lowered his lips down to her vagina, with hands on her hips he licked her clit, tiny little fluttering licks with the tip of his tongue.
Renée moaned with pleasure. “Mmm ...”, she said, grinning.
“Mmm ...”, he said pulling his head up and grinning back at her.
Going back down on her, he continued to lick her clit, but this time with long slow strokes. Each stroke made her squirm, the feeling was so intense. How much more could she take of this? She wanted him in her now.
Vader reading her thoughts said, “patience my pretty one, patience.”
The strokes of his tongue grew more rapid and rhythmatic, “ahhh ... ahhh ... AHHH”, she moaned thinking her heart was going to burst inside her chest from it’s rapid pounding.
Sweat dripped off her forehead, her body jerked with waves of pleasure. Vader reached up and fondled her right breast with his left hand while rubbing her clit with his right thumb. She was becoming so very wet.
Vader stood up, leaving Renée panting. She watched in amazement as he pushed buttons, pulled on tiny levers, unhooked catches and within a matter of minutes his life support suite was off and lying on the floor.
Vader climbed into bed beside her and drew her near to him. His body was magnificent! Strong, toned muscles and soft skin pressed against her. She never knew a man’s body could be so delicious. They snuggled under the covers. Vader kissed her all over, her mouth, her neck, her breasts. His strong, yet gentle hands scanned her body up and down then back up. He cupped his right hand on her left breast, kneading it softly. His left hand cupped her right buttocks pulling her closer to him. She felt his penis grow with excitement. She placed her left hand behind his head, fingers laced in his thick black hair. Her right hand found his testicles and she slowly, gently raked her finger nails from the back base of his testicles to the front. Vader moaned. He seemed to really like this, so Renée continued to gently rake her nails over his testicles. She increased the rhythm of her strokes, faster and faster she went, while Vader ravished her mouth with deep soulful kisses. Their tongues exploring, dancing in each other’s mouths. Their breathing was in sync and Renée was sure their hearts where beating together as one. Vader rolled her over from her left side onto her back. He climbed on top of her as she spread her legs wide to accommodate his hips. His arousal was too great, with a deep thrust and a grunt, Vader had entered her, filling her completely with his large penis. Their hips rocking in syncopation, Vader thrust and thrust and thrust into her, each time hitting her G-spot. Using the Force, he shared with her his feelings and she in turn shared her feelings. They were able to experience what the other felt. The sensation was beyond anything she had ever experienced. Waves of explosive pleasure rippled through their bodies, their love making become more and more frenzied. They moaned and groaned together, tingling from head to toe. It was electric! The fires of passion flamed up, she felt that they could have caught the bed on fire with their hot intercourse. The universe did not exist. At that time, at that moment, only the two of them existed it seemed, their souls becoming one. Their bodies shuddered and they screamed together, their climax spilling over into the bliss of a simultaneous orgasm.
After their loving making, they snuggled under the covers. Renée nestled into Vader’s body. He wrapped his big beefy arms around her. She felt so protected, so cherished. What a wonderful feeling. She brimmed with joy. The bedchamber was heavy with the musk of their love making. She licked her lips and could still taste Vader. She wondered if she too had left a sweet taste on his lips. They silently laid in each others arms, becoming drowsy. Their eye lids became heavy. Soon they were fast asleep locked in an embrace, their breathing slowed to a gentle synchronized pattern. They felt the after glow of their passion and drifted off to delicious dreams.
******
After their first night together, things happened so fast that it made Renée’s head spin. Lord Vader took care of the necessary business of conveying and overseeing the secret metal manufacturing on Me’lweag. After a couple of days, Lord Vader was satisfied that the new mining system and manufacturing would be successful. He felt his business had concluded on Me’lweag and was anxious to get off the planet and away from the angered Queen Prunui. Her Majesty was sick with a jealous rage with just the thought of Renée. She couldn’t wait to “dispose” of her. Vader kept Renée safely locked in his bedchamber, making love to her whenever he wasn’t engaged in business. He had food brought to his bedchamber and they dined by candlelight. They gave each other pet names. Renée was his “Pretty One” and he was her “Darling Darth”.
******
Vader sensed Queen Prunui’s plans for Renée and had one of his traveling advisors approach the Queen. Knowing that the Queen would never sell Renée to him, Lord Vader had his advisor disguise himself as a local wealthy business man, offering to buy Renée. The Queen was so please to get rid of her and at the same time turn a profit, she gladly sold Renée. Vader hating slavery, set Renée free. He had painful memories of being a slave as a child and his poor sweet mother suffering from under the labors of a tough master. Vader made a vow to himself that when he gained control of the universe, there would be no slavery.
*******
On the last evening on Me’lweag, Vader and Renée dined in the Dark Lord’s bedchamber, discussing his plans for the future. He confided in her that he planned to assassinate the Emperor, taking control of the Empire. He told her that the only thing that meant anything to him, other than their love, was the dream of ruling the universe. Vader craved power. Power intoxicated him. Hearing this, Renée wondered if her lover was a megalomaniac with delusions of omnipotence and grandeur. She thought about all the little talks and feelings they share over dinner the last couple of nights. Renée thought, this is Darth Vader, the Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith, he’s not delusional, he is omnipotent and grand! She decided right then and there that she would follow this man to the ends of the universe.
******
Renée was now a free woman. She could go back to her family in the little farming village that she grew up in. It had been about 10 years since she last saw her family. Even though Renée loved them and missed them, she felt she couldn’t go back, she knew her destiny was with her Darling Darth. Renée freely chose to accompany her Dark Lord back to the Death Star. Currently the newly constructed Death Star was Vader’s home and palace. Although he owned many palaces and mansions on various planets, he never quite felt comfortable in any of them. They seemed lonely and he grew bored in these homes. On the Death Star there was no need to worry about security, and he could busy himself with the day to day operations of the Rebellion War avoiding boredom and loneliness.
******
On board Lord Vader’s flagship, the Annihilator, they cruised back to the Death Star. On board, Vader had private sleeping quarters. With the last few thrusts, Vader groaned, satisfying his needs spending his seed deep within Renée. She clung to him moaning, glowing, tingling. This time they not only came simultaneously, but they had multiple orgasms. They laid side by side her leg up over his hip, he still in her. They embraced in silence. After a few minutes, Vader began to nibble at her neck, caressing her with his powerful hands. Their passion grew and so did his limp penis inside her, turning hard with each juicy delicious kiss and sultry touch. They began to rock in unison, hips pumping, excitement growing, climbing higher and higher, hitting their climax, flooded with orgasmic ecstacy. Their love making continued on this course three times in a row – making love, Vader would leave his penis in her, wait, become aroused again and the pleasure started anew. They couldn’t get enough of each other. When they weren’t having sex, they still felt the need to touch each other. They couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. He would reach for her hand, she would take his. He would bring her hand up to his mouth and tickle her palm with his tongue and she would giggle. Vader also liked to run his forefinger from the palm of her hand up to the sensuous curve of the middle of her arm and then back down again, sending shivers up her spine. Vader and Renée needed, they ached to touch each other.
Cuddling in the afterglow of love making, her Darling Darth whispered in her ear, “My sweet pretty one, my beloved Renée, please do me the honor of becoming my bride.”
Renée was shocked. Even though they had declared their love for one another, she never would have guessed in a million years that the Dark Lord would propose to her. She thought he just wanted her as his lover seeing that his past marriage was so painful, Renée didn’t think he ever wanted to remarry. The Lord Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith wanted her, a lowly ex-slave girl to share his life. It was hard to believe. Everything was happening so fast within the last few days that doubt started to cloud her mind. Could they really love each other after knowing each other for only a few days or was it just lust? Whatever it was, she knew she didn’t want to be without him and she decided not to over analyze this. Vader read her thoughts and chuckled.
“What?!”, she said, wondering what he was chuckling about.
“My poor sweet Pretty One, all those years as a slave has impaired your thinking. Don’t you realize that I never jump into anything. If I ask you to marry me, it’s because I love you. What I feel for you goes beyond lust. Our souls share a special bond through the Force. I never imagined that after my failed marriage, I would ever find such a bond again. I don’t want to lose that. I want you right by my side, ruling the universe with me, Lady Vader.”
Renée knew Vader would be successful in overthrowing the Emperor. Vader was successful in everything he did with the exception of his first marriage. Lady Vader, it had a nice ring to it. Oh my gods, she thought, the reality of it just hit home ... she was going to become a Lady, ruling the whole universe along side her Darling Darth. We would be as king and queen, as emperor and empress, the thought left Renée dumbfounded. Vader, reading her thoughts, laughed. They looked at each other and a smile broke across her face, they both laughed, hugged and kissed. Soon they would be docking on the Death Star, her new home and she felt anxious knowing that a lot of turmoil was ahead before they could marry. A revolution awaited.
******
Lord Vader’s manipulative talents, or as he preferred Renée call them, persuasive talents, using the Force, Vader turned the Emperor’s own men against him. A few, strong in the Force, resisted Vader’s attempts to turn them to his side. A bloody battle broke out. Men on the side of the Emperor came from all corners of the galaxy. Imperial Fighters danced the dance of death among the stars. Explosions lit the blackness of space, balls of fire spitting out metal debris in all directions. In space stations and on large Imperial cruisers, fighting broke out. Laser bursts from blasters ricocheted off the walls, men were dropping like flies, piles of bodies laid on cold gray floors. On the Death Star the battle was so fierce Renée wasn’t able to leave their quarters for fear of being killed by stray laser blasts. Screams of pain shot through the corridors. She pulled the covers up over her head, lying in bed too paralyzed with fear to get up. Her Darling Darth was out there somewhere being shot at. He refused to use a blaster and insisted on using his lightsaber. She know as a Lord of the Sith, he’s an expert with that ancient weapon, but was it any match for hundreds of laser blasts coming at him from all directions? She felt sick. Until the battle broke out, she was sure that Vader would conquer the Emperor. Now she had her doubts. What if her beloved Dark Lord was killed? How would she live without him? And would she live without him? If the Emperor won, surely he would have her executed. She shot out of bed and ran to the bathroom and threw up.
“Oh gods, please, please watch over my Darling Darth, let no harm come to him”, Renée prayed.
Feeling very queasy, she climbed back into bed and waited. Hours passed. She drifted off into troubled sleep.
Tossing, turning, she cried out in her sleep, “No, oh gods, no, my Darling Darth, please don’t die, please don’t leave me ...”
Renée awoke startled to find in the dim light a large figure seated beside her on the bed. A comforting gloved hand wiped the tears and sweat drenched hair from her face. She bolted up-right and hugged Vader with all her might. She clung to him hoping he would never leave her side. Vader returned her embrace, rocking her slowly back and forth whispering comforting words in her ear.
“There, there, it’s alright. I’m unharmed, a few minor abrasions, but really, I’m unharmed. It’s over my dear sweet Pretty One, it’s over.”
“Did we win?!”, She asked.
Vader laughed so hard it shook the bed.
“Do you think if the Emperor had won, I’d be with you now? The Emperor never spared anyone, especially anyone that would overthrow him. The coup is complete, victory and ultimate power are mine and now you and I will rule the universe,” Vader said elated.
He was drunk with joy. He picked her up and whirled Renée around and around in his arms.
“Darling, please, stop, you’re making me dizzy.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry my sweet”, Vader said as he gently set her on her feet.
A wave of nausea swept over her and she ran to the bathroom and threw up.
When Renée came out of the bathroom, Vader was undressed and in bed.
“Are you alright?!”, he asked, a look of concern frowned his brow.
“I’m O.K., I guess it’s nerves”, she said as she walked to the bed.
Vader folded back the covers on her side of the bed and patted the mattress with his hand, “Come lie down beside me.”
Renée climbed into bed and they snuggled.
“Shouldn’t you be with your troops celebrating your victory and overseeing the reorganization of the Empire and the end to slavery?”, she asked.
“Are you trying to get rid of me”, he jokingly said with a smile.
“Of course not, I’m just concerned that there are more important things to do right now than making love to me”, she said.
“My dear sweet Pretty One, I want you to understand this and get it straight in your mind, nothing is more important than you. I once made that mistake with my first wife and I will not do that with you. Victory parties, emancipation and reorganizations can wait for tomorrow. Right now, the night belongs to us”, Vader said with a hint of lust in his voice.
They sank under the covers and rediscovered each other’s bodies. Too many hours had passed since they had last made love.
******
The next few days whirled past them at a dizzy speed. Her Darling Darth was busy with reorganization of the Empire. Renée was busy running to the bathroom throwing up. Vader very worried, sent for a Healer. Vader paced back and forth outside the closed door to their bedchamber. After several long agonizing minutes, the door opened and out walked the Healer. Vader grabbed her by the shoulders, squeezing hard with his mighty fists.
“Ouch! Please my Lord, you are hurting me!”, the Healer exclaimed.
“What’s wrong with her, I must know!”, Vader demanded.
“My Lord, may I suggest you take this up with your partner”, the Healer answered, walking off, leaving Vader standing in the corridor, anger mounting, his fists clenched.
“Damn old crone”, Vader cursed, turning on his heels, cape billowing out from behind him, storming into their bedroom. The minute Vader set eyes on Renée, he knew. She glowed. He rushed to her bedside and knelt down, taking her had in his, bring it up to his lips and tenderly kissing the palm of her hand. Renée smiled wide, “What do you want to name our baby?”
******
The following week was frenzied. Renée didn’t want to get married popping out of the wedding gown so they had to hurry and make all the wedding arrangements before her pregnancy started to show. Their wedding was turning out to be the grandest event of the century. They televised it to their adoring subjects, the citizens of the New Empire. Renée and Vader married at one of his’s vast estates on a very picturesque planet. The mansion had a large balcony on the second floor, off the master bedroom over looking the grounds. People flocked to see the wedding. Great throngs of people littered the beautiful gardens. The actually ceremony was private so that Vader could kiss his bride without his mask on. The marriage ceremony was held in a secret garden at the back of the estate. The only part they televised was their appearance afterwards out on the balcony.
The ceremony was gorgeous. Renée’s lace gown was in virginal white, Vader loved the irony of this. Renée’s handmaidens were her bride’s maids and her maid of honor was Xola, her closest and most trusted handmaiden . Vader’s few trusted advisors were his best men. An Imperial judge performed the ceremony to assure of it’s legality. Also officiating was a Sith Shaman, performing the ceremony according to ancient traditions of the Sith, blessing their union with the power of the Dark Side of the Force.
As the words rang out, “You may kiss the bride”, Vader lifted Renée’s veil and gave her a deep soul kiss. Hand in hand they walked down the red carpet and towards the waiting throng as husband and wife, as Mr. and Mrs. Vader, Lord and Lady Vader.
They entered the mansion, Vader put his mask on and they went up to the balcony and walked to the rail. They waved to their subjects. The crowd shouted, “Kiss her, kiss her!” Vader and Renée turned and looked deep into each other’s eyes and wondered how he was going to kiss her with his mask on. Vader bent down and Renée standing on her toes, reached up and kissed her Dark Lord on the mouth grill of his mask. The crowd roared with cheers of approval.
******
Their honeymoon was spent at the estate where they married. Being pregnant, Renée didn’t really feel like traveling far. As her belly grew heavy with child, her fears grew as well. Vader told her of his twin children by his first wife. They were young adults now, close to Renée’s age. She worried that they would hate her. Vader invited his son Luke and his daughter Leia to visit them. Luke came alone; Leia brought her lover, Han. Renée liked Han, he was a real character. Renée could sense how happy he made Leia. Luke was a serious young man, taking his studies as a Sith master seriously. Upon reacquainting with his father, Luke was persuaded to leave the Rebellion. Using the Force, his father, Vader, persuaded Luke to see how seductive and intoxicating the Dark Side of the Force was. Luke knew the power of the Dark Side would over take the Jedi, it was just a matter of time. Luke hated being a loser and chose to go with the winning side, becoming a Sith with training and guidance from his father. Leia was sweet and charming, Renée could see the softer side of her husband in Leia. She was working on mastering her talents with the Force, her father helping her.
They sat around the patio table enjoying lunch. Once in a while they would lapse into “mental talk” using the Force, leaving poor Han wondering what they were laughing about. Playing the gracious hostess, Renée apologized to Han, explaining that with four very powerful users of the Force, it was difficult to keep from lapsing into “mental talk”.
After lunch they strolled through the gardens.
Leia asked, “Renée, aren’t you and my father taking a longer than usual honeymoon?”
“Yes, we have decided to stay here until the baby is born. Giving birth on the Death Star just isn’t appropriate”, Renée answered. Everyone laughed at the ridiculous thought.
The visit of Vader’s children was pleasant, but after they left, Renée couldn’t help but to worry that they didn’t approve of her. Vader and Renée continued to stroll through the gardens after his son, daughter and her lover left. Walking hand in hand they strolled towards a secluded alcove within the garden. They sat down on a white raw iron bench. Facing each other and holding hands, Vader tried to comfort her worries.
“I assure you my Pretty One, Luke and Leia both like you and have no ill will towards you.”
“I only worry that they will think I’m too young for you, that I only married you for money, power and to gain my freedom from slavery”, she said.
“Nonsense! Luke and Leia can sense your true nature, your heart, your soul and they know you truly love me. Don’t forget they too have the Force”, Vader said.
Then the happily married couple turned their thoughts towards the baby.
“Darling, I sense something odd about the baby”, Renée said worried, placing her hand on her belly.
Vader placed his hand on her belly too and for a moment was silent. Laughing, Vader said, “Of course you sense something odd, there are two heart beats in your womb – twins!”
“TWINS! Why didn’t the Healer tell me?!”, she said, feeling startled.
“That old crone couldn’t tell the difference between a Bantha and an Ewok”, Vader said laughing.
They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled. Vader bent over and kissed her belly, then sitting up, he kissed her lips, pulling her closer to him. He darted his tongue into her mouth, his hands lovingly cupping her breasts.
“Darling, I don’t think we should have sex when I’m this far along in my pregnancy, we might hurt the babies”, she said worried.
“Nonsense! You heard the Healer, she said that we could enjoy sex up into your last month of pregnancy as long as you felt comfortable”, Vader answered.
“You still want to make love to me even though I’m big and not very attractive right now?”, Renée asked.
Vader pulled her face up to look her directly in the eye, saying, “My sweet Pretty One, I want you to know that I will always desire you, even when you are heavy with pregnancy. I find your swollen belly arousing. A pregnant woman is beautiful and you my dear, glow, you radiate beauty.”
With that said, they stood up and walked hand in hand to a patch of soft grass that was screened off by high hedges. They undressed each other with great relish making an erotic game of it. Then they laid down on the grass and made love. It was summer and the sun was warm on their skin. A gentle breeze tickled their bare flesh. Bird songs serenaded the couple. Vader and Renée laid on their sides. She rested one leg up on his hip. As large as she had become, only two positions were comfortable – the side position and the “animal mount”position from the rear. Vader side mounted Renée. Their love making took on a slow gentle rhythm, tenderly savoring each other’s touch. She brushed her long eyelashes on his check in little butterfly flutters. Vader moved his head down and slowly ran his tongue the length of her neck and down to her breasts. He flicked the tip of his tongue over her pink tender nipples, then taking the left nipple into his mouth, he slowly sucked, making her nipple stand erect. With one hand on the right breast and the other hand on her buttocks, he gently kneaded her flesh, moaning. His penis stroked her vagina every so slowly, in, out, in, out. She groaned with pleasure. Sensing her growing arousal, Vader pulled out and turned her over so that she was on her knees, facing away from him. Vader’s excitement grow to such heights, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He rammed his penis into her vagina from the rear, cupping both her breasts in his big beefy hands. With each thrust Renée’s breast and pregnant belly giggled, exciting Vader even more, grunting and moaning as he drove into her. He loved watching his penis slide in and out, in and out. Moving his right hand down to her clit, he played with it, making little circular motions with his thumb. She was so excited, her arousal mounting, her vagina wet, so wet that with the in and out motion of Vader’s penis a smacking noise occurred with each thrust.
“Your pussy is singing a love song to me, Pretty One”, Vader said in a low voice heavy with lust. “It’s singing, fuck me, fuck me good, fuck me hard, fuck me deep ... take me, I’m yours”, Vader whispered seductively.
Hearing her love’s deep erotic voice murmur the thoughts of her lust, sent Renée over the edge. She climaxed and came with a scream of ecstacy, Vader no longer holding back let himself climax with her, their cries ringing out into the garden and carried on the summer breeze.
******
They laid on the grass, embracing in the afterglow of their copulation.
Thoughts of the Rebellion War drifted to her mind, breaking the mood.
“Darling, I’m worried about the war, this is the wrong time to bring children into the world.”
Vader said reassuringly, “With Luke on my side, the Rebellion is doomed. Our power and mastering of the Force will crush them into star dust, victory is ours.”
******
Summer had come and gone. The air turned cool, smelling fresh and invigorating. Leaves on trees turned to crimson and umber. Vader finally felt that his estate on Chiysonthia was home. The months they spent living, loving, sharing, endeared Vader to this palace nestled among the green valleys of this garden planet. Vader no longer had any desire to live permanently on the Death Star. The Death Star would be his command center for the Rebellion War, but not his home. Home was here with his wife and children.
Renée had given birth to twins, baby girl Jasmine, a child with raven hair and dark eyes like her father and baby boy Alexander, with glowing golden hair and sapphire blue eyes like his mother. As the children grew, Jasmine and Alexander were raised like royalty being groomed to someday control the Empire. Vader had successfully trained his first children, Luke and Leia in mastering the Dark Side of the Force and his beloved wife, Renée. Using the emotions that fired up the Dark Side such as hate and anger were easy for all of them to conjure up. Luke and Leia still harbored anger over the lie of who their true father was and the strained relationship they had with him for many years. Utilizing these emotions Vader was successful in tutoring them in the ways of the Dark Side. To tutor his wife, Renée, Vader used her anger and hatred for her ex-master, Bultarq’s, compulsive gambling and how it had paved the way to the mistreatment she had received as a slave. Feelings of hate for Serpen, Ber’thav , Queen Prunui and the Punisher in her Majesty’s dungeon initiated Renée to the Dark Side of the Force. Vader and Renée shared in training their children to master the Dark Side of the Force as well. They were both bright pupils, but Jasmine had her father’s ability to manipulate the Dark Side of the Force with great power, unlike her brother Alexander. Alexander seemed to be more interested in the shamanistic side of the Force. He was a sensitive, caring and emotional child. This was a great disappointment for Vader. His dreams of his son one day filling his boots were crushed. Alexander just didn’t have the craving for power that Vader possessed. Coming to terms with this realization, Vader set the pattern for his children’s futures. Alexander would go study with the shamans of the Sith, while his daughter, Jasmine, would be groomed to rule as Empress. Jasmine had her father’s larger than life personality, regal, dominate, power hungry and with a quick temper, demanding to be the center of attention and having her own way. Vader hoped that Jasmine could learn from her father’s mistakes and not let her temper rule her as Vader did when he was young. There was a fine line between being a good ruler, “iron fist in a velvet glove”, and being a brutal dictator. Renée and Vader tried their best to teach Jasmine not to become a bully, but it was difficult. They had their hands full with Jasmine’s wild, sadistic streak. To her mother’s horror, Jasmine loved to torture animals using the Force. Renée was afraid she was raising a monster. Vader assured his wife that this was a passing phase.
“She’s testing her power over life, experiencing the intoxication of ultimate control, it’s not something to worry about. I will see to that”, Vader promised.
******
Years past by and the Rebellion War was still going strong. Vader had hoped the war would end quickly, but he could see the war was going to drag on and on. There had never in the history of the universe, been a more long drawn out and bloody war. Vader was reaching the golden years of his life. He was in fabulous shape for a man of his years. He had no intentions of relinquishing rule to his daughter Jasmine. She will have to wait until I’m dead, Vader thought. He loved power too much to release the reins of control.
Jasmine and her older half brother Luke were very close and enjoyed fighting on the front lines of the battle. Leia was content to settle comfortably down as a wife to Han and raise their six children. Han remained neutral and wanted no part of the war. His first love was his family, but his second love was money. Han’s merchant business was very successful and satisfying. Alexander also wanted no part of the war. He spent his life secluded in a Sith monastery as a shaman. Wise in the shamanistic side of the Force, Alexander instructed others, training young men to become knights of the Sith. Alexander was also renowned for his healing powers and people from all over the galaxy sought him out.
******
Jasmine hoped her father would see the logic in her plan. It was the only way to end this dreadful war, once and for all. Jasmine’s ship docked at hangar bay 48 on the Death Star. She was welcomed with a large array of Imperial soldiers. Vader watched his daughter with pride and love. His feelings swelled up inside of him, he felt as if his heart would burst with the joy his daughter brought him. Dressed in black flowing robes, cape billowing out behind her, Jasmine looked like a chip off the old block, Vader thought. There’s no doubt she’s a Vader, power courses through her veins, Vader mused. Jasmine bowed low before her father, a sign of respect.
“My Lord, we have many things to discuss”, Jasmine said.
She and Vader departed for the conference room on level 1131A.
******
“Father, I know you have been reluctant to use the Death Star, but there is no other way. Why did you build it if you weren’t going to use it?”, Jasmine asked.
“Sweetheart, I once had your killer instinct, but after I married your mother and raised you and your brother, I have a new appreciation for life. The Death Star’s power of destruction is so horribly devastating. Blowing up a whole planet with innocent citizens ... women, children, babies ... is wrong. Yes, I want the Rebel scum to die, but not the innocents who are caught up in the middle of this war.”
Jasmine’s temper flaring she shouted at Vader, “FATHER, YOU DISGUST ME! YOU
HAVE GROWN WEAK OLD MAN! YOU DON’T DESERVE TO KEEP THE TITLE OF
SITH! IF YOU WON’T END THIS WAR RIGHT NOW, WHEN IT’S WITHIN YOUR POWER
SO, THEN YOU HAVE FORCED MY HAND. I WILL TAKE UP THE MATTER MYSELF!”
Jasmine stormed out of the room, her cape swirling behind her, the door sliding shut with a loud metal clank. Vader sat at the conference table dumbfounded. Never in his life had anyone spoken to him like that. Jasmine was becoming a cold heartless dictator or was she? Perhaps she is right, Vader thought. Maybe I have grown soft over the years. Force forbid I should become like one of those goodie-goodie Jedi. Vader, troubled, left the conference room and headed for his meditation chamber.
******
Summoning the Dark Side of the Force, Vader tried to find an answer to this predicament. Over the years, Vader learned to share his thoughts and feelings with his wife. At first it was hard, Vader felt that to share such things was a sign of weakness. He learned that his wife was a great source of comfort and wisdom and he appreciated her input. Vader, using the Force, reached out across space to Renée.
Renée was quietly reading, sitting on a sofa in the grand parlor of their Chiysonthia estate when all of a sudden she heard Vader’s voice in her head.
“My sweet Pretty One, for the first time in my life, I am unable to make a decision. I need your help.”
“I’ll always be here for you my Darling Darth, I’m listening ...”
Vader explained what transpired between he and Jasmine. As Renée heard Vader’s words, a frown covered her face. Renée’s handmaiden seated across from her stopped reading, noticing the furrowed look upon her mistress’ face.
“No, Xola, there’s trouble between Jasmine and Vader, don’t worry, his Lordship and I will work this out.”
Lady Vader got up from the sofa and walked out through the double doors leading to the garden. She agreed with her husband that this was a matter that needed serious contemplation. Lady Vader did her best thinking while walking in the garden. She strolled past riots of color, flowers in full bloom, birds sang, but all this was drowned out with heavy thoughts.
******
Jasmine snapped into action. Marching into the main control room of the Death Star, followed by her own solders and body guards, she startled the men on duty. They spun around in their chairs with gaping mouths, starring at the tall, dark, formidably figure of Lady Jasmine.
“My Lady, can we be of service to you?”, asked the commander on duty.
“I’m taking command of this station. You and your men are to report to no one but me. Do I make myself clear?”
“You no longer follow Lord Vader’s orders, I am your leader”, Jasmine said with authority. “Set these coordinates ... longitude 4862Z, latitude 173098W. Go to red alert, all battle stations ready.”
“Your Ladyship ... those are the coordinates of the main Rebellion base on Adelgi-gk, are you sure those coordinates are correct?”, the commander asked, startled.
“Do you dare to defy my orders commander?”, Jasmine asked angrily.
“Ah ... no your Ladyship, it’s just that ...”
With a wave of her arm, Jasmine shoved the commander out of her way.
“Oh for crying out loud, if you can’t follow simple orders, I will do it myself!”, Jasmine said, annoyed.
Jasmine marched over to the main control panel, pushing an officer out of his chair. Jasmine programmed the Death Star to destroy the Rebellion base on Adelgi-gk in 15 minutes. The Death Star jumped into hyper speed rushing towards Adelgi-gk. Jasmine set a security code that only she could override to stop the destruction. Father, you will see, my way is the right way, you will be proud of me, I promise, Jasmine thought.
******
Vader heard Jasmine’s words loud and clear ring through his mind. Panic stricken, Vader rushed out of his meditation chamber and headed for the main control room. Rushing down corridors with his long fast thundering stride, cape billowing behind him, Vader knocked several men on duty onto the floor, brushing them like flies out of his way.
Vader barged into the main control room, storming over to the control panel where Jasmine sat. Vader drew Jasmine up off her seat and lifted her up by her arm pits, her feet dangling in the air.
“JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!”, Vader screamed, rage
boiling over.
“FATHER, PUT ME DOWN AT ONCE! I DEMAND YOU PUT ME DOWN NOW!”, Jasmine
yelled
back, her anger equaling her father’s.
Vader set her down, but held her by the throat with his right gloved fist, shaking her.
“Jasmine, I have had just about enough of your ill behavior. I can see now I have failed you. I have raised you to become a tyrant.”
Vader shoved Jasmine towards the control panel.
“Shut down the destruction sequence now!”, Vader demanded.
Jasmine grinned a mischievous grin up at her father. “I will not and you can’t make me!”, she said, holding her ground.
Vader pushed Jasmine out of the way, trying to shut down the destruction sequence. Everything he tried was unsuccessful. Vader was becoming frustrated and he knew time was running out.
“You have set a security code, locking me out! I want the code NOW!”, Vader demanded.
Leaning against the control panel with her arms crossed against her chest, she mischievously grinned at her father. “I will not”, she said in a eerily calm tone.
“Then you leave me with no choice, I will have to Force it out of you”, Vader said.
Vader summoned all his strength in the Dark Side of the Force to find the security code, hidden deep in his daughter’s mind. Jasmine using her own strong powers, put up a shield, blocking Vader’s attempts.
“DAMN IT JASMINE! GIVE ME THE CODE NOW!”, Vader demanding, shaking Jasmine
violently, knocking her to the floor.
Time had run out. Blackness gave way to light, chucks of planetary matter sprayed in all directions. Silence hung heavy in the control room of the Death Star.
******
Lady Vader felt a stabbing pain though her head and heart. She reached over and steadied herself, leaning on a tree. A truly awful disturbance in the Force had just occurred. Renée crumpled to the ground, raked by sobs of disappear. Her one and only beloved daughter had just committed mass murder.
******
Vader realized that there was nothing he could do at this point. He felt utterly defeated, sadness filled his heart. As he stretched out his hand to help his daughter up off the floor, he said, “By the way, what was the security code?”
Taking her hand in his, meeting his gaze, she looked up at him, tears in her eyes, her lower lip trembled, “I love you Daddy ... that was the code ... I love you Daddy”.
******
The war had finally ended after decades of violent battle. Vader had retired to his estate on Chiysonthia for a long over due rest.
After a joyous victory banquet, Lord and Lady Vader retired to their bedchamber.
Snuggled deep under the soft warm covers, Vader said, “Our daughter has given me a gift that I will always cherish. She restored the Empire to it’s full glory, crushing the Rebellion. She taught me that I was becoming weak and losing control of the Dark Side of the Force. Without her, our rule over the universe would have been lost. Yes, it was a horrible price to pay for peace, destroying Adelgi-gk, but looking back, I can see Jasmine was right, there was no other way – the end justified the means.”
Lady Vader didn’t like it that her daughter had performed such a violent act, but she new she had to put this past her. She loved her daughter unconditionally. Vader was right, Renée thought, we must be thankful for the gift of peace that Jasmine has brought to the universe.
“You look so serious, so deep in thought my Pretty One”, Vader said, kissing the tip of his wive’s nose. “I have a plan to wipe that serious look off your face”, Vader said in a deep lustful tone, his dark eyes twinkling devilishly in the candlelight.
“Oh ..., my masterful Dark Lord?”, Lady Vader said coquettishly, snuggling deeper into Vader’s warm, strong inviting embrace.
Lady Vader rolled over on her back, Vader climbed on top of her. Vader reached into a drawer in the night stand beside their bed and pulled out a soft furry mit.
“What’s that my love?”, Lady Vader asked.
“It’s a new toy I acquired for us”, Vader said with a grin.
He slipped the fur mit over his large hand. Vader then caressed the curves of Renée’s body with the mit.
“Ahhh ...” Renée moaned.
With each pass of the mit, Vader followed it with a kiss. He tickled her ear with his tongue, working his way down her body, he kissed her soft creamy white throat making his way down to her breasts. Nibbling, licking, sucking, caressing, Vader rejoiced in the beauty of Renée’s full round breasts. Drawing a line down her belly with the tip of his tongue, Vader circled her belly button. Nibbling he continued towards her vagina. Lady Vader eagerly parted her legs, allowing Vader to delight her clit with feathery touches of his exploring tongue. Renée moaned with pleasure. Vader moaned with pleasure. The feathery flicks of Vader’s tongue grew more and more rapid. Wave upon wave of sensations enveloped Renée, her vagina becoming more wet with each lick of Vader’s tongue. A throbbing, a longing for Vader’s penis in her, Renée reached down and caressed his cock, inviting Vader to enter her.
Passion building, Renée said lustfully, “Please my dark masterful Lord, take me ... take me now! Let me be your pleasure slave, your slave of love.”
Hearing his love’s beckoning, Vader’s arousal grew to unbearableness. He dove deep down in side of her, she let out a moan, “Ahhh...”. Their hips rocked together creating flames of passion that grew higher and higher.
“Yes, oh yes, that’s it, harder, deeper, oh fuck me my Dark Lord, fuck me master of my heart!”, cried Lady Vader.
Using the Force, their passion erupted into an orgasmic climax so hot it could have burned many Adelgi-gk. Transcending place and time, Mr. and Mrs. Vader’s souls merged as one within the Dark Side of the Force, their love bonding them together forever.
May the Dark Side of the Force be with you!