A Rebel Whore On Endor

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Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Rape, Heterosexual, Fan Fiction, Science Fiction, Rough, Gang Bang, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, .

Desc: Science Fiction Sex Story: An alternate universe erotic Star Wars story based on the idea: "What if the Imperial Biker Scouts had found an unconscious Leia in the Endor forest before Wicket the Ewok found her?" RATED NC-17



Through the dense towering trees of the forest moon Endor an Imperial Scout Trooper accelerated on his high velocity speeder bike. Two Rebels had attempted to raid the hidden Imperial shield bunker and were now chasing him on their own speeder bikes, trying to stop him before he could reach troop reinforcements.

"Unit Two! Unit Two, this is Beta Four, do you copy?" he shouted into his commlink.

A few miles away, three more Imperial scouts relaxed in a calm peaceful clearing of the lush green forest. Two of the troops sat on the ground against the trunk of a giant mirwood tree, their helmets removed as they sipped water from canteens and enjoyed the calm serenity of their surroundings. The third scout trooper leaned against one of the parked speederbikes, suddenly alerted by the noisy transmission over the commlink.

"This is Seargent Tork of Unit Two, go ahead," one of the men spoke into the commlink.

"Seargent, we've got two Rebels in a speeder pursuit over here in sector G," the trooper's voice blared over the noise of his speeder engines. "They've already smoked one of my men and I need you to cut them off in sector H. They're heading right for you!"

Tork shot a glance at his fellow troops sitting next to the tree. "Say that again? Did you say Rebels are here?" he said into the transmitter, trying to hear the distorted signal of the trooper over his receiver.

"Yes! Get on your bikes and--AAGGHHH!!" screamed the trooper, his signal suddenly cut short with the brief crackling sound of an explosion over the commlink speaker followed by silence.

Seargent Tork immediately jumped on his bike and called to the other two troopers.

"Jervas! Cochi! Get your asses up, we've got some Rebel scum to fry!"

"Rebels?" Private Cochi looked up at Tork with his water canteen in hand.

"You heard him, let's go!" Jervas yelled, getting to his feet and putting his helmet back on as he ran to his bike. Cochi took one more sip from his small water canteen and put it back on his belt then mounted his own speeder. In seconds, all three ignited their engines and zoomed away through the towering trees.


It didn't take long for the three troopers to find two of their comrades from Unit Four dead among the fertile bushes and shrubs in sector G. A flaming pile of parts from a wrecked speeder were found nearby, having collided with a tree.

"Just two Rebels did this to our troops?" Cochi said in disbelief, looking down at the cracked white shells of the troopers' armor and the dark red blood that gushed from their openings.

"I swear if I could get my hands on one of those blasted Rebels..." Jervas muttered under his breath.

"Seargent Tork, look over there!" said Cochi, pointing to a rising cloud of smoke behind a large grouping of green bushes.

"Come on, let's check it out," ordered the Seargent. The three scout troopers stomped through the high brush that surrounded the floor of the great forest, making their way toward the thick black smoke. Expecting to find another dead trooper and his speeder, Tork and his men were surprised to discover an unconscious woman lying near the wrecked speederbike. Jervas and Cochi moved closer, drawing blaster pistols from their holsters. Seargent Tork followed behind them, briefly surveying the area for anymore bodies.

Jervas looked down at the young woman lying on her stomach. She wore a standard green military commando helmet and a camoflauge poncho with what appeared to be a Rebel officer's uniform underneath. "You think she's still alive, Sir?" Jervas whispered.

"Check and see, Private," Tork responded. Jervas kneeled down, removed one of his black gloves, and carefully placed two fingers along the side of her neck to feel for a pulse. He looked up at the Seargent and nodded affirmatively. "Wake her up then," whispered Tork. Private Jervas poked the limp body with the butt of his blaster pistol. The other two troopers silently watched and waited for a response from the lifeless woman. Jervas nudged into her ribs a little harder a second time when suddenly the young woman twisted around and leaned up, catching him by surprise.

"Hey! Cut it out!" she exclaimed. Jervas jumped back and raised his blaster at the Rebel female. Tork and Cochi raised their weapons as well. After a moment of dazed confusion, the woman suddenly recognized her situation. She gasped in fear, looking up at three identical Imperial scout troopers, their faces hidden behind black and white helmets. Slowly she brushed her right hand against a lump under her poncho, feeling her own blaster pistol still holstered against her belt.

"Whoa, not so fast!" Seargent Tork said, taking a step forward and pointing his blaster at the woman's face. "Get your hands up. Jervas, get her weapon. Cochi, help him out." Stepping closer, Cochi grabbed her by the arms and yanked her up. Jervas slid his hand under the right side of the camoflauge poncho and grabbed the small hidden blaster, withdrawing it from its holster and sliding it under his own belt. He then frisked the woman for anymore hidden weapons, taking the opportunity to fondle her small slim figure as he moved his gloved hands up and down her body.

"Watch it!" she spat, jerking away from Jervas' large hands when he groped her left breast. Under his helmet he grinned and chuckled softly.

"Who are you?" Tork demanded. "What's your name, Rebel?"

"I'm not telling you anything," the woman sternly replied. She knew she was in a predicament now. These troopers would probably take her back to the shield bunker base as a prisoner where hopefully her Rebel companions would find and rescue her in a matter of hours. The last thing she was going to do was to give these Imps any information that could jeopardize her group's mission.

"Take off your helmet," Tork ordered, wanting to get a better look at the Rebel's face. With a blaster nudged into her back, the woman had no choice but to cooperate. She unfastened the leather strap around her chin and lifted the green helmet off her head. Seargent Tork studied her face, convinced that he had seen this woman somewhere before. Her hair was dark brown in color, tightly braided in a circular crown fashion around her head and tied in a small knotted bun in the back. She was probably in her early 20s judging from her looks, with large brown eyes and slender pink lips on a face too beautiful for a typical combat soldier. Then suddenly it hit Seargent Tork like a bolt of lightning -- the realization of who they had captured.

"Well well, you'll never guess who we have here boys!" Seargent Tork beamed smugly.

"Who is she, Sir?" asked Private Cochi.

"Princess Leia Organa, one of the Rebellion's top leaders. She's on the Imperial Most Wanted List," Tork explained. "Number two I believe, right behind that boy Skywalker. I'm right, aren't I?" he asked Leia. A nervous angry look in her eyes confirmed it for him.

"I believe you're right, Seargent Tork," said Cochi. "I remember now... her face is all over the Imperial Holonetwork. In her mug shots she has these big puffy rolls of hair on the sides of her head," he said, making circular motions with his hands on each side of his helmet to show his two fellow troopers. Leia frowned as they all laughed at her expense.

"Holy frack!" Jervas exclaimed, standing behind Leia and still holding her arms tightly. "One of the guys in my old unit on Malastare had a bootleg holovid of her interrogation aboard the first Death Star. You wouldn't believe what was on it!"

"I've seen it," Tork chuckled knowingly, staring at Leia appreciately through his helmeted visor. Her face had turned to an expression of shock when Jervas mentioned the holovid, and now grew red with shameful embarassment, knowing that two of these men had seen the sexual torture she had been subjected two four years ago in that Death Star detention cell.

"The guards stripped her naked in the cell," Jervas started to describe to Cochi. "Lord Darth Vader ordered them to work her over really good... you know, to weaken her resistence to the interrogation droid's mind probe. Those lucky guys were licking and fondling her all over so she couldn't concentrate on blocking the probe's scanners with her mind."

"Then what happened?" Cochi urged, hanging on Jervas' every word. Seargent Tork stood back and listened with amusement, watching Leia grow redder and redder with anger and humiliation.

"Hell, she was loving it! Moaning and squirming between them like a slut. I bet she would have begged them to fuck her at any minute if Vader hadn't stopped them," said Jervas, squeezing Leia's arms a little tighter as he rubbed up against her backside. The Princess looked over her shoulder at the helmeted scout with a cold hateful stare.

"All he cared about was interrogating her for information," continued Jervas. "And when it didn't seem to be working he told those guards to leave. After that the droid's holo-camera shut off so I don't know what happened next, but I've had a few fantasies about it if you know what I mean."

Tork and Cochi broke out in laughter, knowing exactly what Jervas meant. They continued to make lewd and vulgar comments about the Princess right in front of her for a few more minutes, with Jervas describing in greater detail Leia's young naked body as he remembered it on the old holovid.

"You bastards," Leia muttered under her breath, trying to keep herself from lunging at one of the troopers with all her might. To do so would probably get her killed by a blaster bolt, and Jervas' strong grip on her arms kept her from moving anyway.

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