Darth Vader and Luke's Woman

Kathleen Royal  <royalkathleen@hotmail.com>

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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How could he have trusted Darth Vader? What possessed him to think that the Emperor's right hand would not betray him? 'The light side', Luke thought bitterly. 'It blinded me to the truth.' And because of his confidence in the light side, he was now chained in a dungeon on a primitive planet.

He tested his bonds. The metal shackles were snug against his arm. With a touch of the dark side Force, Darth Vader had locked the bands against Luke's attempts to free himself. He sat on the cold stone floor looking at the table near him, just out of reach. It was old, massive, and had rings bolted to it in many places. Various other shackles hung from the ceiling, and along the walls. Strange wooden frameworks stood in different parts of the large room. He could feel the lingering taint of suffering in the still air. In its prime, this room had seen much torment. Luke hoped he wouldn't be adding to its memories.

The door swung noisily open and the towering presence of Darth Vader entered the room dragging a woman by the wrist as she pulled and struggled against him. Luke leapt to his feet, rattling chains. His heart fell as he recognized Marion. They had met at a Rebel outpost and through mutual lust had developed a hot and heavy affair. Luke had hoped she had escaped capture, but Darth Vader had planned well. Now, it appeared Vader had a new plan.

Ignoring Luke, Vader easily pulled the resisting lady beneath dangling cuffs. Her kicks and punches had no effect on his black clad, powerful body. He secured one arm to a cuff, then the other. She hung, her long, black hair covering her face, arms stretched over her head, barely brushing the stone floor with her feet. Her tunic barely covered her body. She was facing Luke who stood, fists clenched, a grim look on his face. Darth Vader ran his gloved hand down her arm, across her breasts and belly, then slid his hand between her legs.

Luke tried to use the Force to remove Vader's hand and felt Vader's amusement at his futile attempt. Marion bounced from her toes, grabbed the chains from which she was suspended, and lifting herself, kicked viciously at Vader's crotch. She hit his armor with enough force to swing herself away from him. Moving gracefully aside as she swung back toward him, he ripped her tunic off as she passed. He stepped in her path and allowed her nude body to collide with his chest. She grunted at the impact. He wrapped his arms around her body and squeezed her to him. She twisted as the cold metal of his armor chilled her body even as his firm grip aroused her.

“This is not necessary.' Luke said desperately. “She is not the one you want to turn to the dark side, I am.”

Darth Vader studied his handsome son. So pure, so full of the light side, so righteous. “I have needs too, my son.” Darth Vader said, rubbing Marion's naked back with his black gloved hand. “I like the feel of human flesh as much as you do.” Vader pulled his glove off, revealing a strong, pale hand. He held the dangling girl in one arm, and cupped her breast with his bare hand. He caressed it, rubbing his thumb across her nipple, hearing her intake of breath as it hardened. “It would be pleasant to suck on this.” Vader remarked as he continued to flick her nipple with his thumb. She wiggled in his grasp and he slid one, cloak covered leg between her legs. He pinched her nipple firmly and felt her legs clutch his. She stared up at his impersonal mask, wonder and indecision on her face.

Luke groaned. Marion was a wanton slut, but she was his slut. Her skill and lustful abandon had been the reason for his attraction to her. He was jealous that Darth Vader was handling his woman. The sight of her breast triggered memories of their lovemaking and he felt his cock stir. 'Oh, no.' he thought. 'This cannot be happening.'

Vader stepped way from the helpless woman. He detached his cloak and tossed it over a rack nearby. He then removed his codpiece revealing a sizable bulge in his tight suit. He rubbed that bulge while contemplating the naked body hanging before him, the full breasts, the tight skin and curves brought on by her arm-stretching position.

“Release me, Vader!” Luke commanded, fear and anger growing. He tested the chains, prying with the Force, searching for a weak link. There were none.

“Luke, if you will join me, I will set you free.” Vader offered.

Luke said nothing, wrestling with his emotions. He must consider the greater good of the galaxy.

Vader stood in front of Marion. With both hands he released her from the chains, leaving the cuffs on her. Before she could react he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her the few feet to the table near Luke. Vader dropped her on her back on the table and fastened her wrists to the rings. She kicked wildly but his Sith-quick hand captured her ankle and his strength controlled her leg easily. Catching the other leg, he held both in his mechanical right hand, stretching her once again, and secured her, spreading her legs to the shackles and rings on the table.

Once again Vader's hand began tracing Marion's body. He took her jaw in his large hand and forced her to look at him as he brought his masked face to hers. She felt firm lips pressing against hers, and a hot tongue forced it's way into her mouth. His hand prevented her from turning away. She stared in confusion at his motionless mask, knowing she felt his tongue in her mouth. It frightened and excited her. He released her jaw and grasp her throat in his hand. He caressed it and slid down to her breast, rubbing her nipple, bringing it to hardness again. He pinched her sharply with his mechanical hand, watching as she jerked her bonds in surprise and pain.

“Please, Vader.” Luke begged. “Don't hurt her. Release me, fight me, I am your enemy.”

“No, Luke, you are my son. You belong by my side. What is mine is yours….. and what is yours, is mine.” Vader continued rubbing his bare hand along Marion's belly, flanks and legs. “You have been a leader for the Rebels, Luke. You understand the need for strong leaders when dealing with the rabble. By my side, you can lead millions. We can stop the conflict in the galaxy and bring peace.”

Luke felt the conviction in Darth Vader's voice. He pondered the scene presented him. He wanted to stop the war. He wanted peace. Vader did too. Vader said so. It was so tempting. He stared blankly ahead, thinking of Vader's words, not really seeing Vader's hand rub between Marion's legs, nor hearing her protests turn to moans. He suddenly felt relief. He did not have to turn to the dark side to rule by Vader's side. With representatives from the light and dark side of the force ruling the galaxy, then balance to the force would exist.

Luke focused on the scene before him. Vader was sliding one finger in Marion's cunt while rubbing her clit. She was twisting and thrusting her hips, moaning, pulling against the restraints.

'Man she looks hot!' was all he could think, absently tugging at his bonds.

Removing his hand, Vader opened his suit and exposed his hard cock. Luke stared, impressed. Vader released her legs and pulled her to the edge of the table, stretching her arms and body taut, spreading her legs and stepping between them. As Vader rubbed his cock against Marion's wet pussy, Luke smiled and thought 'Like Father, like son', feeling his own sizable member growing in spite of his dilemma.

Marion's struggles seemed weak and the thrashing of her legs looked suspiciously like caressing moves. Her short breaths were audible to Luke as she stared upward at the impassive mask. Vader's firm hands held her hips possessively, his mysterious identity behind the mask exciting her. Here was a man with power and control. He slid deep into her wet pussy. His thrusting hips drove his hot cock deeper into her with each thrust. The steady rhythm seemed tireless and it drove her to a frenzy.

Luke leaned against the wall and rubbed his hot bulge with both hands. He was so horny he couldn't think of anything but the tight aching of his imprisoned cock. But he couldn't just pull it out while his woman was being raped by Darth Vader. 'Then, again,' he thought, 'she doesn't really look violated.' Marion's legs were wrapped around Vader's hips, and her shouts of 'Fuck me! Oh, yeah!' didn't register as a call for help.

“Vader!” Luke called. “I don't want to turn to the dark side, but I wouldn't mind having a piece of that!”

Vader nodded and Luke's cuffs fell away. With Vader occupying the lower half, Luke swept in to Marion's breasts, rubbing her firm mounds, sliding his face across the top, teasing her nipples with his tongue.

“Mmmm, yes.” Luke heard Vader murmur. He felt Marion's body jolting just a little faster as Vader sped up his pounding of her cunt. He sucked on one nipple and played with the other, watching the jiggling caused by Vader. Reaching down with his other hand, he released his throbbing cock and stroked it firmly. Abandoning it to bob hungrily in the air, Luke reached up and freed Marion's hands. Vader pulled out suddenly and turned Marion's body across the table, flipping her on her belly as he did. He returned between her legs and mounted her again.

Her new position placed her face in line with Luke's waiting cock. He fed her his cock and she closed her mouth about it and slid her tongue along and around it. He began thrusting into her mouth as she sucked lustfully. She fondled his balls with her hands, moaning with desire. Vader's pounding from behind drove Luke's cock deep in her mouth without effort. Luke reveled in the hot wetness of her mouth. The whole incident was so unexpected and bizarre, it seemed surreal. Luke Skywalker was sharing his woman with his own father and former enemy, Darth Vader. And it felt great.

Marion came suddenly, bucking and drawing Luke's cock almost painfully into her mouth. She thrashed about in her orgasm and Vader locked against her, a low growl signaling his pleasure as he pumped his sperm into her clutching cunt. Luke could not resist and flooded her mouth with his cum until it spilled down her chin. He staggered back, weak kneed. Vader smoothly withdrew and wiped his cock on Marion's tattered tunic.

Marion relaxed on the table, smile on her face, eyes closed, content.

Imprisoning his cock behind the armored codpiece, Darth Vader watched his son dress.

“Come, Luke, It is time to make plans.” He said.

Luke looked at his imposing father and felt proud. Soon they would bring peace to the galaxy.

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