Message-ID: <6209eli$9712081901@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: RP: Mara Jade Chp. 7 by PJ Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971207205300.PAA11874@ladder01.news.aol.com> Mara Jade by PJ Chapter 7 Prime Minister Diella Solo sat alone in the Emperor's Throneroom and watched a display screen that hovered in the center of the long Hall. The last icons that represented New Republic ships winked out of existence, leaving only Imperial vessels and the unknown spheroid warships in the Garash system. Silent tears dripped down Diella's pale cheeks as she brooded over the thousands of brave men and women who had died to defend the Republic. The slim, young woman sat back heavily in the padded throne and watched quietly as the unknown aliens poured out of Hyperspace and began to overwhelm the surprised Imperial Star Destroyers. The Imperial command ship, an Eclipse-class Super Star Destroyer, was making a hasty retreat from Garash V as six alien cruisers rained laser bolts into its weakening shields. Diella was too engrossed in the unfolding battle to notice her older sister, Serilda, enter the throneroom and walk silently up to the Emperor's chair. "Daala is encountering some unforeseen obstacles, eh?" commented Serilda with a smug grin. "Yes. These unknown aliens are ripping through her fleet easily. I wish they would have arrived before the New Republic Fleet was annihilated," replied Diella mournfully. "That was unfortunate," agreed the raven-haired woman. "It will take a long time to rebuild the Fleet again." Serilda climbed the short flight of stairs to the top of the throne's dais, then moved to stand on Diella's left side, where she placed a comforting hand on her younger sister's smooth shoulder. "Perhaps you need to rest for awhile," whispered Serilda soothingly before she slapped her sister hard across the face, sending the blonde girl painfully to the floor. "What are you doing?" asked Diella in disbelief as her tall sister advanced upon her. "Getting rid of a weak little girl and replacing her with a true ruler. I will lead the Republic to heights of glory you could never dream of!" shouted Serilda fervently. Diella raised her left arm to protect her face as Serilda ripped off her white gown, then tore off her white panties and lacy, white bra. The beautiful Prime Minister retained only her white, high-heeled shoes as Serilda removed her own black, silk dress, revealing her lush, naked body. "What are you going to do now?" asked the naked, blonde girl fearfully. "I'm going to fuck your sweet, little body, then I'm taking over the New Republic!" declared the dark-haired woman as she grabbed a handful of Diella's long, blonde hair and forced the younger woman's face against her pussy. "Lick it, whore!" commanded Serilda shrilly. The helpless girl blinked away hot tears, then tentatively began licking her older sister's cunt lips with her warm tongue. Serilda moaned softly and closed her eyes as the naked, blonde girl licked the surface of her snatch, then slowly began to caress the inside of her honey pot. The tall brunette pressed Diella's delicate lips harder against her pussy, rubbing her throbbing fuckhole across her naked sister's mouth. The blonde girl sucked lightly on Serilda's hardened clit, then plunged her tongue deeply into the panting woman's cunt, exploring her vagina lustfully. Serilda's full, round breasts rose and fell quickly as she panted for air, then she began to squeeze them tightly with her hands and lick her pink nipples. Diella began to feel wetness between her legs, so she slowly lowered her right hand below her waist in order to rub her warm cunt. Serilda pushed her aroused sister against the hard, marble floor, then knelt down between the naked girl's outspread legs and began to hungrily suck on Diella's blonde snatch. The prone girl moaned loudly as her older sister chewed lightly on her labia petals, then nuzzled deeply into her love tunnel and licked the throbbing flesh of her womanhood. Serilda kept the blonde girl's slim legs apart with her hands as she licked wantonly in her younger sister's pussy, tasting the warm honey that began to trickle out with relish. Diella crossed her slim arms above her mane of golden hair as she moaned loudly with pleasure and broke out in a sweat. The young girl's naked body convulsed lightly as she orgasmed, and a stream of hot cum poured from her fuckhole into Serilda's open mouth. The raven-haired woman lapped up all of her sister's fluid like it was cream, then she licked the naked girl's pussy until no liquid remained. As Diella panted softly for breath, Serilda drew a slim knife from her discarded dress and licked along the blade. Before the young girl noticed, Serilda stabbed the blade deeply into her sister's chest, piercing her heart instantly. Diella gasped in pain as her older sister stabbed her again and again, giggling softly in amusement. After eleven blows, Serilda stood up and dropped the dripping knife on top of her dress. Diella stared blankly at the ceiling, her limbs outstretched and her pale skin turning grey with death. "I'll be a better ruler than you ever were, you stupid, fucking bitch," muttered Serilda with a cold smile. ********************************************** Admiral Daala was flung hard against the wall of the passageway as the ISS Maelstrom took another direct hit from an alien warship. The lights of the passage flickered on and off as the engines fluctuated. Walking as fast as she could on the tilting deck, Daala reached the large doors of the hanger bay and pressed the opening mechanism. The portals hissed open as the ship shuddered from another hit, and distant explosions could be heard from deep within the hull. The slim, attractive woman staggered into the dark hanger and agilely climbed into an empty TIE Defender. Brushing away a stray, copper hair, Daala powered up the powerful starfighter and began to advance towards launch portal. "Admiral Daala! Mistress! Have you reached the hanger bay yet?" asked a frantic officer. "Yes, I'm leaving the ship now! Status report!" ordered the lovely woman. "The Maelstrom's had it, mistress! Power's down to twelve-percent, weapons are gone. I've had the crew abandon ship as you ordered," replied the officer. "Open a tac channel and tell the rest of the Fleet to retreat, we're no match for these damned aliens right now," ordered Daala crisply as her Defender leapt out into open space. "Yes, mistress. Good luck!" said the unknown officer before the comm channel cut off in a burst of static. Daala applied more thrust and shot away from the crippled command ship before it blossomed into a angry nova of heat and plasma, expanding to swallow several TIEs, alien fighters, and two spheroid warships. Daala grimaced in disgust, then entered a preplotted nav route and jumped into Hyperspace. *********************************************** The Sluggorn commander slid gracefully on a trail of slime down the corridor until it entered a long meeting room that was barely lit with small gloworbs. Only one officer waited on the right hand side of the table, a tactical officer with the results of their first engagement. The commander slid to the head of the table, then relaxed on its long, hind quarters. "The Imperial Fleet was completely destroyed?" hissed the commander. "A few of their starfighters managed to make the jump to lightspeed, but all of the cruisers were obliterated," reported the officer with a toothy grin. "Good. Deploy the fleet and seize as many nearby systems as you can. I'll tell that fool woman, Serilda, that we're 'liberating' the worlds from Daala and that we'll protect them for the Republic until their fleet is rebuilt." "Brilliant strategy, sir," gushed the officer. "Thank you. I thought so," replied the commander as it sat up proudly. "I want total control of the Outer Rim within the next month, it won't take long for Serilda to see through our deception and start to move against us." "With the state of her fleet, she won't be much of a threat even if she discovers the truth," said the officer scornfully. "Maybe, but I've learned not to underestimate these humans, they can be quite clever if you give them a chance. Now, since business is concluded for the day, I can relax and have some fun. Bring in the prisoner that you captured," ordered the commander cheerfully. With a nod of its lumpy head, the tactical officer slid to the door and motioned for a guard to bring the requested prisoner. The commander began to drool in anticipation as a wheeled examining table was brought into the room and angled until it was vertical to the floor. Mara Jade blinked her eyes sleepily, her wrists and ankles bound with thick metal restraints to the cold, metal table. She was completely naked, her round, firm breasts rising and falling slowly as the drugs in her body kept her complacent and docile. "I've never had a Jedi before," hissed the commander as it advanced on the helpless, naked girl with three, dripping, engorged, phallic limbs that dangled in front of it's torso. THE END -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /