Kathleen Royal
Lucas owns Darth Vader and Luke. Marion is a figment of my imagination and any resemblance to an actual living person, is really eerie and you need to email me cause I want to take your place.
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Marion was bored. Luke and Darth Vader were studying star maps laid before them on the console. They were plotting the Emperor’s loyal troops' positions as well as those loyal to Darth Vader. Hearing that Luke had joined his father, many of the Emperor’s troops had aligned themselves with the Skywalker clan.
Though dressed in her most revealing top, Marion had failed to capture the attention of either man. She leaned on the console, elbows propped wide, cleavage falling out, blocking their view. Vader had the audacity to grab her dangling breasts in his black-gloved hands and set them (and her) aside like bags of fruit, using the Force to move her body. She circled the map console brushing her hips against Luke’s tight ass and Vader’s, and ending back at Luke to lean against his firm back, her mound pushing his ass, breasts digging into his back. He offhandedly patted her thigh, staring at the screen before him.
Annoyed, she settled to her knees and brushed her cheek against his firm ass, nipping at the back of his leg, reaching around with her hand to rub his limp member. He shook his leg and moved aside with a “Quit, baby.” His eyes never left the map.
Riled, Marion rose awkwardly, jutting her ass in the air as she regained her feet. She stepped backward and felt her ass connect with a decidedly erect cock. She looked back in surprise but did not break that unexpected and arousing contact. The blank white mask of an Imperial storm trooper regarded her steadily, but the soldier’s breath was quick. She glanced quickly at the Skywalkers but they were deep in discussion.
“Come with me.” Marion whispered and calmly walked out of the map room.
The soldier waited until she left then approached the table. “Excuse me, Sir,” he said to Luke. “I would like to make a security check.”
“Go”. Was all Luke said, but as the soldier exited, Luke meet Vader’s
gaze and smiled.
* * *
The trooper trotted down the empty hall. A side door slid open and he
was jerked inside. As the door slid closed, Marion began pulling
his armor off. She noticed he was wearing low security guard armor,
explaining why she had been able to feel his hard cock. He wore only the
chest plate, and helmet.
As she began to remove his helmet, he grabbed both her hands and maneuvered
them behind her back, he crushed her too him.
Startled, she struggled, feeling his hot cock rubbing her aching pussy. He moved her backward to the table behind her and spun her about, forcing her to bend over the table. Pinning her with one hand on her back, he pushed her short skirt up over her hips and dropped his pants. He rubbed his firm cock against her wet pussy. She was mad at being treated so, but excited at the attack. He was very bold considering everyone knew she belonged to the Skywalkers.
He slid in her suddenly, drilling until his hips slapped her firm ass.
Leaning over her, he reached around and freed her breasts, kneading the
flesh, fingering her nipples, pinching, pulling. He began a deep,
possessive thrusting. His helmet bumped her head accidentally.
“Oops, sorry,” she heard him say, and began to grow suspicious. He changed the angle of his thrusting and Marion shuddered as her lust flared into total excitement at his stimulating jabs. She spread her legs wider, tilting her hips to accommodate him. Her breaths were quick and short, her climax nearing. His hands shifted to her hips and he pulled her to him in rhythm as his strokes increased. She could hear his moans inside the helmet. He clutched her suddenly and she felt him cumming, pumping his sperm into her willing cunt.
The door slid open and Darth Vader swooped in, cape flaring. “What is the meaning of this!” he demanded, fist shaking. Marion shoved herself off the table backward, throwing the storm trooper on his ass as she scrambled away from him, cum sliding down her leg.
“I’m sorry, Lord Vader,” she babbled. “Please forgive me.”
She ducked but could not avoid his large hand grabbing her arm and tossing
her on her back on the table. He was between her legs, his cock out, before
she could gather her breath. “I am your Master!” he declared as he
drove his hard cock into
her. He fucked her roughly, pawing at her breasts with his gloved hands.
The storm trooper stood up and walked around the table. “Go easy on
her, Vader. I may want another ride.” Marion looked up at him in amazement
as he grabbed her hands and pulled them above her head. Pinning them with
one hand he removed his helmet with the other. Marion looked into
the smug
blue eyes of Luke Skywalker, a grin on his face as he leaned down and
kissed her deeply. Marion felt Vader’s powerful orgasm load her cunt
with his cum and mingle with Luke’s. She came hard, her spasming
cunt milking his cock of its load. She jerked against Luke’s hold and felt
Darth Vader’s strong body hold her down as she reveled in ecstasy.
Drained of energy, she lay limp on the table as Darth Vader pulled out
of her and wiped his cock on her dress.
“That ought to hold her a while.” Luke said to Vader as he fastened his pants.
As Luke and Vader left the room together, Marion could hear
“Now, about Tatooine…..”
* * *
Epilogue
The Tatooine desert was hot. The sun glared painfully. A solitary storm
trooper guarded a single water extraction pump. Dressed in full battle
gear, he cursed his luck at having drawn guard duty in the map room that
day. Never again would he wear less than full armor. But boy did
that female ass feel good.
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