The Nebulan-class cruiser slid into orbit of the planet Endor. The once lush world was now a desolate ruin, its thick vegetation seared away until only broken rock and a thin layer of atmosphere remained. Grand Admiral Daala, in a fit of vengeful anger, sent a small flotilla of Star Destroyers to bombard the site of the Empire's first collapse during her brief campaign against the Republic; alas the race of Ewoks was no more. Emhyr sat within a cushioned, high-backed chair, his legs spread apart as a ravishing, blonde-haired girl sat on his lap and humped his hardened cock. The Jedi panted softly for breath, his eyes locked on the naked body of the young girl as she slid her tight pussy up and down his fuckpole. The girl pressed her hands against Emhyr's shoulders, her grasp firm as she pushed his tool deeply into her small belly. "How does it feel, Lara?" asked the Jedi hotly. "Good...it feels so good," moaned the blonde while she licked her full lips and increased the pace of her pumping. Emhyr smiled lustfully, reaching out with his hands to cup and fondle the girl's small, pert breasts. Lara groaned loudly, her petite body shuddering as an orgasm rose within her. With a loud, high-pitched scream, the blonde girl voided a stream of sticky honey from her bush of blonde pubic hair. Lara collapsed against Emhyr's hard chest, her breath coming in short pants as she closed her eyes and clung to her lord. The Jedi stroked Lara's sweat-slick hair until the ship's intercom chimed. "Sir, we've established orbit around Endor," reported a young bridge officer crisply. "Screen on," ordered Emhyr as he gazed above Lara's small head. A large, holographic display materialized within the center of the dim chamber, exhibiting a view of Endor's barren surface. The Jedi concentrated, his mind using the Force to scan the planet for his prize. "Sir! Sensors detect a Sluggorn sphere ship leaving the far side of the planet," said the bridge officer tensely. "Where is it going?" asked Emhyr with a displeased frown. "Out system. It's preparing to jump to Lightspeed." "What's its heading?" "A barren stretch of space leading to the Outer Rim," replied the officer. "So that's where they ended up," murmured Emhyr speculatively. "Who?" asked Lara curiously. "The Sluggorn. Surely you remember the aliens that decimated Daala's fleet and broke the Republic's hold on the Core," answered the Jedi with mild amazement. "Sorry, master, but I was busy working the streets on my homeworld," shrugged Lara apologetically. "That's alright, little one. I didn't take you for your mind," soothed Emhyr as he ran his fingers through the girl's thick, blonde hair. "The Sluggorn ship has jumped to Hyperspace," informed the bridge officer. "Move the ship into a geo-synchronous orbit above their launch site," ordered Emhyr. As the long, grey-hulled cruiser moved gracefully on its new heading, the Jedi renewed his concentration, scanning the area where the Sluggorn ship had once been. Emhyr snarled with anger as his senses detected the location he sought, the same place the aliens had just left. "Prepare my shuttle," commanded Emhyr before he set the naked Lara to the floor, then strode quickly towards the large room's exit. "Lara, get dressed quickly and meet me on the hanger deck." "Yes, master," bowed the girl before she rushed to her quarters for suitable attire. The sterile, white shuttle landed in a cloud of loose dust, the craft's wings folding upwards as the landing gear slid down. Emhyr barely waited for the landing ramp to descend before he shot forward, marching relentlessly towards a patch of smooth ground. Short, delicate Lara hastened to catch up to her master, a satchel placed over her left shoulder as hot, dry air blew her tresses across her oval face. Emhyr walked quickly to the charred patch, a pile of decayed wood and ash the only feature of interest. The black-garbed Jedi stopped abruptly, his eyes cold with fury as he realized the burial site had been plundered recently. Emhyr had traveled to Endor in order to find the remains of Darth Vader, the Darklord that had once served the Emperor and helped eradicate the Jedi Knights. Although the fallen Jedi had finally repented before his death, his armor and vestments were still drenched in the black decay of the Darkside. Vader's garb had power, the power to enhance a Dark Jedi's abilities, or to grant a mundane sentient limited access to the Force. Unfortunately, the Sluggorn had beaten Emhyr to the grave, stealing Vader's armor as well as a large portion of the Dark Jedi's remains, for what reason even Emhyr couldn't guess. Scowling deeply, Emhyr remained motionless as Lara walked forward, kneeling down to sift idly through the ash and disheveled dirt. "Look, master! Something's left!" exclaimed Lara excitedly as she withdrew two worn, pitch-black gloves from a thick pile of decay. "The Gauntlets of Vader," whispered Emhyr in wonder before he sprang forward and took the gloves from Lara's small hands. The Jedi caressed the gloves lovingly, his senses burning with Dark power as the evil essence of the gloves stimulated his white flesh. Emhyr slowly pulled on the Gauntlets, closing his eyes as the malevolent majesty of the Darkside flooded his brain with god-like omniscience. He could feel the minds of the crew aboard his ship, their thoughts, dreams, and secret fantasies. He sensed the ever-present flow of the Force as it pulsed across the galaxy, feeding off the lifeforces of every living creature and sentient. Emhyr's lips trembled, his body feeling transparent and ghostly as his mind expanded to encompass the very soul of creation, the essence of death. The Jedi could see the Tapestry, the great fabric that tied the past to the present, and led to the infinity of the future. "Master?" asked Lara softly as she grasped Emhyr's slack right hand. "Child," replied the Jedi warmly, squeezing the young girl's hand affectionately before letting the limb go. "I see now. I know what I have to do." "What?" inquired the girl. "I was right. It is my destiny to restore the Order of the Empire. I will unite the quarrelsome factions, then I will take Mara Jade as my consort. She will help me to protect the galaxy from all of its enemies," declared Emhyr with clouded eyes and prophetic confidence. Blinking rapidly, the Jedi quickly removed the gloves, then handed them down to Lara, who gazed up at her lord with concern. "Take these. They will grant you the abilities you require to find Mara and bring her to me." "Yes, master," replied Lara as she accepted the Gauntlets, then slowly slid them over her small hands. The large gloves shrank until they fit snugly on Lara's limbs, the warm, black fabric stretching to cover her skin from fingers to elbows. "Come, there is much to do," said Emhyr before he spun to return to the waiting shuttle. Lara cast one last look at Vader's violated grave, then she turned away to follow her lord. The Jedi walked boldly, arrogantly, his eyes alight with fanatical fire. The Lady Ravager spun to port, laser fire filling the ship's previous position. The swift pirate ship evaded and jerked as the space around it flared with turbolaser salvos and dogfighting interceptors. Captain Berg had flown his ship into the Orius system, hoping to find buyers for the stolen cargo filling his holds. Unfortunately, the agile raider stumbled into a violent space battle between Orius' small defense squadron and an invading Imperial task force. Two Star Destroyers provided long-range fire support as several squadrons of TIE fighters tore into the planet's outgunned defenders. The Lady Ravager dove, pursued by two TIEs belching jade lances of death. Dorsal and ventral turrets returned fire, forcing the Imperial fighters to break off and approach from flank positions. Berg gritted his teeth as he rolled the Ravager to port again, allowing the ship's laser turrets to sustain a stream of fire and destroy one of their attackers. The second TIE remained in the chase, firing short bursts into the raider's weakening shields. Pulling back on the control sticks, Berg flipped his vessel over as both turrets concentrated their fire, ripping the small fighter apart into a sphere of flaming debris. Before the privateer's crew could celebrate their victory, one of the Star Destroyers noticed the swift ship and fired a huge barrage of turbolasers. The Lady Ravager's shields quickly overloaded and failed, allowing several large bolts to slam into the ship's hull. Berg, Mara, and Luki were pummeled by their restraints as the cockpit slammed from side to side. "Shields are gone! We've lost the main engines!" shouted Luki in terror. "Weapons are out," reported Mara coolly. "Shit! Divert all power to thrusters," snarled Berg as he wrestled with the controls, turning the ship slowly until it faced the orb of Orius Prime. With flaring pillars of thruster fire, the crippled vessel wallowed towards Orius as the Imperial ships ignored them and concentrated on destroying the few defenders still alive. The Ravager dipped into the planet's thick atmosphere, its charred hull reddening as air slammed against its skin. Berg struggled with the controls, his face dripping with sweat as he fought to keep the ship on an even heading. The cockpit trembled and bucked as air pounded against the powerless craft, hullplates groaning with tremendous strain. Passing through a bank of cotton-white clouds, the Lady Ravager re- emerged into bright light, the surface of Orius visible as it drew closer and closer. "Brace for impact!" shouted Berg into the ship's intercom seconds before the ship crashed into the ground, metal screaming in agony as the vessel dug a deep furrow into the rich earth. The three cockpit occupants slammed against their restraints, the fabric biting deeply into their flesh but preventing them from flying out of the chamber's observation window. Slowly, achingly, the Ravager slid to a stop, acrid smoke rising in thick plumes from the damaged hull. A dorsal hatch blew open, allowing Captain Berg and his crew to stumble out into an empty plain. Berg shaded his eyes from the glaring sun, scanning the horizon until several hover transports appeared in the distance. The crew of the Lady Ravager milled together in a small circle as the lead land speeder slowed to a halt, allowing a tall, thin man dressed in a brown duster and boots to dismount and approach the wary pirate. "Berg. Nice landing," smirked the tanned male while he glanced wryly at the smoking bulk of the Ravager. "Thanks," snarled Berg, "it was so nice of you to warn me about the Imperial task force hanging over this dirtball." "They just Jumped in a few hours ago. They demanded that Orius acknowledge the new Empire's authority, then surrender supplies and raw materials as tribute. The government impolitely declined, then the shooting started up there. Personally, I say the defense forces last another hour, tops." "Can you repair my ship?" asked Berg as he jerked his thumb up at the downed privateer. "Yes, and I can give you a good price for the booty you've got stashed in your holds, but I want something extra now," said the thin man with a feral grin. "What?" asked Berg in exasperation. "One of your women," replied the man. "Shit, Brucer, don't you have enough snatch already?" exclaimed Berg vehemently. "Yes, but I want to sample some fresh meat, just for one night," retorted Brucer implacably. "Luki, go get Padija," ordered the pirate with a loud sigh. "Sorry, boss. Padj got busted up pretty bad in the crash, she won't be giving head any time soon," replied the pale blonde man. "Shit!" swore Berg. "How about that one?" asked Brucer while he pointed to Mara, who stood near the back of the group coiling a strand of red hair around one of her fingers. "Hmpf! Fine then! But I want quality parts for my ship," demanded Berg as he clenched his fist in Brucer's direction. "Nothing but the best for my old friend, Berg," agreed Brucer before he shouldered his way through the muttering crew, grasping Mara's slim arm and pulling her towards his land speeder. "Berg?" asked Mara doubtfully. "Go with him. Do whatever he wants," commanded Berg before he turned away to study his damaged ship. Mara entered the ornately appointed dining room wearing a sleek, black evening gown that clung to her torso and hips. Her long, red, hair was freshly washed and coiled over her head, her eyes and lips painted to accentuate her angelic features. "Please, sit my dear," urged Brucer as he stood respectfully from his chair, gazing with admiration at Mara's glowing beauty. "Thank you," acknowledged Mara with a fragile smile before she walked forward and sat opposite her host down a long, orb-lit dining table. Serving girls dressed in small bows and nothing else entered the warm room, carrying many trays of steaming food and delicacies from all across the galaxy. Mara watched as the girls arrayed the dishes conveniently, her eyes discerning the tell-tale signs of sex androids around the bright red bows that barely covered breasts and cunts. "Yes, they are sex droids," nodded Brucer as he raised a full glass of wine and watched Mara with amusement. "Now you know why I turned down Capt. Berg's offer of his own sex android, I get quite enough artificial stimulation on my own." "Why me?" asked Mara before she took a bite of food. "I crave real female flesh. Boiling blood, sweat, real moans of ecstasy, that's what really excites me," admitted Brucer with flushed cheeks. Mara ate in silence, her gaze wary as she observed her increasingly frantic host. After a rich dessert, Brucer waved the serving girls away, then practically leapt from his chair to take Mara's arm and lead her down a long, carpeted hallway. Unlocking a door at the far end, Brucer led the way down a dark staircase that ended at a small foyer. Low intensity glow-orbs lit the way down another passage until the couple reached a reinforced, iron door. Brucer palmed the door open, then pulled a reluctant Mara inside his private domain. The Jedi girl looked around the room, her suspicions confirmed as she noticed the manacles, chains, and choke-collars festooned around the large, dimly-lit room. Brucer led Mara to the center of the room, where he gently raised her hands above her head and fastened her wrists inside tight, metal restraints dangling from clinking chains. The thin man grinned maniacally, his eyes gleaming as he slid a rubber ball gag in Mara's mouth, then cinched the device tightly around her head. He untied the girl's hair, allowing her fiery, red locks to spill down her back. Brucer backed away, activating a video pickup to record the debauchery he was about to commit, then he advanced to slowly circle his prisoner, admiring her slim, curvaceous body as it wriggled futilely in its bonds. "This is going to be fun. Feel free to scream as loud as you wish, the recorders will get it all," said Brucer before he stopped at Mara's back, reaching out to rip the expensive dress from the Jedi girl's body. Mara gasped, dressed only in a black lace bra and black, silk panties. A silk garter belt hung at her waist, holding up sheer, black stockings. Brucer slapped his hands against Mara's bare ass, her g-string panties exposing all of her round buttocks. He slid his hands across her naked flesh, caressing her firm ass cheeks, then running a finger up the crack of her butt. Mara slowly gasped, her eyes closed as she grew wet from her tormentor's attentions. Brucer moved to a nearby cabinet, removing a long, black whip from a rack and activating the power stud. The weapon flashed with an azure, snapping glow as the thin man raised it into the air, then slashed it down across Mara's smooth, pale skin. Mara screamed as the shock whip flamed over her nerves, her muscles spasming helplessly as Brucer whipped her back and ass repeatedly. Bright red bruises marred the Jedi girl's flesh as she went limp in her wrist manacles, her breasts heaving with desperate panting. Mara protested loudly, her words unintelligible through the red ball gag that filled her red- lipped mouth as her head hung low against her chest. "Tired already? I've only just started," commented Brucer with a happy grin before he lashed out again, smacking the girl's lower back with a loud crack. The torturer coiled the glowing whip as he gazed at Mara's manacled, trembling form, then he turned off the shock whip and replaced it with a smooth, hardened paddle. He walked eagerly forward, grasping Mara's thick, red hair and pulling it back painfully before slapping the paddle loudly across her bruised, reddened ass. Mara groaned over the gag, tears staining her flushed cheeks as Brucer spanked her over and over with his paddle. As the spanking continued, Brucer reached around Mara's bound body, roughly fondling her tits over the soft, lace bra. He pulled the garment down from her right breast, squeezing and pinching the sensitive organ until the pink nipple was engorged with blood. Mara moaned with agony and pleasure, her crotch moist with cum as her ass burned with hot pain. She bit down on the rubber ball in her mouth, salty water dripping from her bright, green eyes as Brucer wrapped his arm around her waist and intensified the beating of his paddle, the hard material smacking wetly as it slammed against her soft flesh. The thin man halted the spanking, discarding the paddle as he moved to stand directly behind Mara, then knelt down under quivering, bruised buttocks. He pushed aside the drenched, sticky panties, inhaling Mara's rich, musky cunt scent. Brucer nuzzled his mouth against the Jedi girl's pussy, her red pubic hair tickling his nose and cheeks as he sucked loudly on her dripping labia. Mara moaned with sweet ecstasy, her slit throbbing with lust as she felt her tormentor slide his thick tongue deeply into her hot vagina. Mara's ass began pumping up and down as Brucer slid into her womb, his tongue flicking and caressing her slick, warm fuck tunnel. Both of the Jedi girl's breasts escaped from the confining, lace bra, flopping in rhythm to her obscene humping motions. Brucer buried his face in the girl's moist crotch, his skin stained with glistening honey as he thrust his mouth probe into her warm pussy. Mara's slim body dripped with sweat, her muscles trembling as she began to climax. With a stifled scream, the Jedi girl orgasmed, gushing cum down Brucer's ravenous throat. The thin man sat down on the cold floor, smacking his lips with satisfaction as he savored the taste of Mara's honey. Rising smoothly to his feet, Brucer checked his recording equipment, then walked up to Mara and removed the saliva-drenched ball gag. "Let..let me go," sputtered the Jedi girl as she gulped in lungfuls of intoxicating air. "Sorry, but I've got lots of recording time left, so I'm going to leave you here for the night. I'll be back in the morning to release you," replied Brucer with a cheerful grin before he moved past the manacled young woman and proceeded towards the chamber's exit. "Let me out of here!" yelled Mara desperately as she writhed in her wrist restraints. The thin man ignored Mara's pleas, closing the exit portal with a final thud before locks slid into place. The red-haired girl sobbed loudly, her lips quivering with despair as the room's lights faded away, leaving only one glaring spotlight to illuminate her scantily-clad, sex-soaked body.