The Lusts of Leia (Star Wars)
Copyright© 2024 by sexdottxt
Chapter 11: The Temptation of the Dark
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11: The Temptation of the Dark - After the death of Emperor Palpatine, the New Republic has much work ahead of itself. Princess Leia also has an important mission. And she will undergo many naughty adventures while completing her duties.
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Fan Fiction Science Fiction Aliens Magic Cheating DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Gang Bang Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Leg Fetish Size
The nameless Tusken slave was sitting at the bar again. Another week since she her fateful encounter with those Muun. Almost a month now since she arrived here. Having the privileges of living on the second floor, she still knew she was in danger. Every morning she rose up as early as she could and made her way down here. She led quite the comfortable life compared to the average citizen in the empire, but she was still a prisoner. That fateful day onboard the Death Star, she knew that more than anyone.
On the second floor she would be restricted to serving men like always. High class men, more gentle than the thugs one would associate with Nar Hutta, but underneath it all still scum. Too much like the moffs and corrupt senators she knew. Men who were used to having girls do as they please when they pleased. If they spotted her doing something she shouldn’t, they would have Durga’s ear far more than the thugs who lined the first floor.
Here she could plot as she did back during the days of the alliance.
The barkeep smiled at her and poured her a drink. “Thanks,” she said.
“No problem,” he said right back. He smiled at her. She blushed and looked away. It had been too long since she felt this way around a man. Sleazy corrupt merchants and nobles slumming it no stranger to fine living exploring the limits of their fun here in Durga’s domain, others were bounty hunters and wealthy gangsters living it up in the Outer Rim hailing from all the corners of the galaxy. They were all the same to her, her body had gotten excited around them as a byproduct of her rough surroundings. But this one made her heart tingle like she hadn’t felt in a long time.
Every night as she slept, she still had the memories of all the men who touched her fresh on her skin. That hadn’t changed one bit even with her new privileges, sleeping in a comfy bed as opposed to what barely passed for cots in the common dancing quarters on the first floor. But before she drifted asleep, she would think on being ravaged by all those men, and instead imagine that it was him taking her, using her, fucking her as he saw fit. Her fingers would probe into her honeypot in the depths of her fantasies and find satisfaction each night.
And her dreams would be that much sweeter. Away from this hive of scum and villainy called a palace, she would be enshrouded in total darkness. It didn’t matter where she was, so long as it wasn’t here.
But she knew she was naked. She knew it because there was a single pair of hands all over her naked flesh. Big strong hands that groped her as he saw fit, she knew she couldn’t fight him if she wanted to. And yet, despite being taken in darkness, she didn’t feel afraid. She was being treated like a thing and with this man, she was okay with that.
It was so hot. Enraptured in total darkness without a whit of where she was, that heat let her develop a sixth sense on everything. Like a pair of red blurs and flashes that bloomed when your eyes were closed in blackness, she could see it, could feel it. Ready for him, she spun around to embrace him, look him square in the eyes.
It was the barkeep. The first man who had been nice to her here. Far too good looking to be rotting in Durga’s palace on Nar Hutta. He was smiling and that meant so much to her. Embracing him she kissed him passionately and nasty. The technique of one of Durga’s girls, not a princess. But she didn’t care, it was what she wanted. In his power, she felt so right.
She could barely begin to see where she was. Not like it mattered, she knew what she wanted. Bending over for him, she offered her womanhood to him. A lurid smile hit her face feeling his thick manhood cram inside of her.
She woke up, a tranquility in her heart. The harsh nights of Nar Hutta were never beautiful and in her current quarters even worse, but the wanton need inside of her was far more important. Gently touching her naked body under the sheets, she indulged in this pleasure and want. It felt so good to touch herself as the many men had touched her, moved those nipple piercings in between the caps on her tits. The ends standing up were so sensitive, here in this solitude she could enjoy it guilt free as she chose to.
As her fingers stirred inside of her sweet spot, the juices leaked down between her thighs. By this point she was no stranger to having taken so many penises from strangers, and she learned to get used to it in the same way that she got used to keeping her temper under control with the various thugs she came across. No matter what varying levels of gratification she found in being used, she could never shake off the feeling of filth and sleaze.
But in the darkness of her privacy, imagining the barkeep taking her, it all felt so right. All that while the memories of being used by the other men were still racing through her mind. Her fingers stabbed into her wet twat while she twisted one of her nipples. She was so close and didn’t want anything else.
A girlish whimper trilled in her throat when she climaxed. Her breaths were high-pitched, no matter how she felt about it, her customers found a way to bring her to orgasm at least once per day, but it had been too long since she felt one that satisfied her. A peak that left her feeling at peace with everything and wanting so much more.
Her fingers stained with dew were so beautiful to her eyes. Taking them in her mouth, she absorbed the taste while absent mindedly prodding her nipples. She could still find euphoria here.
And yet, she was still living the life of a whore. She drank from the cup. Drinking from it, it was way below what she had gotten used to living the high life in Coruscant, the cup and booze. Nothing as high class as what she was used to, common booze you’d find in any tavern across the galaxy. But it was what she needed.
She had freedom now. Or what passed for it anyway. Not being confined to serving men from all over the galaxy before Durga’s watching eyes was hardly what she would call freedom for others, let alone herself. It was still a big upgrade from before.
The first time she left the second floor after he put an end to those troublemakers, she made it a habit to come here first thing next morning. The barkeep had a dark smile on his face, he was definitely checking her out. It was something she thought she had seen before on the faces of the other men here, on the other girls too, but there was something different about him. Maybe it was his eyes that showed nothing of malicious intents, maybe it was that he had saved her from being kidnapped and asked nothing for it. Maybe it was that she liked the way he looked, he had a dashing quality that reminded her too much of Han. But for the first time in a long time she felt safe. Like she could trust him.
A week later and he had done nothing to indicate things ran contrary to those expectations.
“Heard you’re the fastest to be let loose and walk free to her heart’s desires. Usually Durga keeps girls on his lap for a month at least before he lets them go. He wants to break them in. But you don’t look too broken. Not yet anyway.”
Those words pierced her growing affections for him, past his pheromones she felt that gave her an electric buzz like joy whenever she was around him. The first words she heard from him that she didn’t like. “That going to be a problem?”
“No, no. Just heard the rumors.”
“Rumors huh? What are they saying about me?”
“That the unmasked Tusken I see before me is protected. That you share in wealth with His Great Obesity, the Lord Durga. That you’re his lover and he lets you do whatever you please.”
She laughed. It was a dry empty sound. “If only.”
“Hey, I’m not saying I agree with them either. You know that old saying about how taverns and cantinas are sources of information? Well you have to ask yourself what kind of information, right?”
She remembered. Down here she would see the other girls, the common slave girls dressed nothing like the others upstairs in their fine robes, only in the common dancer’s outfit like she had. Still dressing in this common getup was purely a decision to avoid sticking out, a high class girl down here on the first floor would attract more attention. The ones she had made an impression with on her first day could be her allies.
But when she gazed at them, they would quickly look away from her. It seemed like they were trying to avoid her. It only made sense, she was living on the second floor now, and coming down here as if she was still one of them. No way they couldn’t have taken that as an insult.
Her initial plan was to plot with the other girls. But in the week’s time since coming down here, she had found it hard to get into contact with them. This revelation changed everything. Her thoughts were going wild on what to do next when he poured her a drink. “This one’s on the house.” She sat there staring at it. “Aren’t you gonna say something?
“I really shouldn’t thank you. Shouldn’t even take this. I spent all of my thousand credits on drinking in these two weeks and now I’m gonna be owing you even more.”
He chucked and set the drink before her. “Well, you’ll be collecting more credits soon right? Come the end of this week, all the girls get paid.”
“That’s a couple days, right?”
He nodded. “Girls who live on the second floor will get more than five hundred credits. They start at five thousand credits.”
“That much?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I have to say, there’s something to the rumors. You’re the fastest one I’ve seen to be given such freedoms.”
“I wish I could be proud of that.”
Then it suddenly occurred to her. The way he smiled at her, the way he talked to her in all these days, it was the first conversation she held with anyone, let alone a man, in a long time. A man who didn’t want anything from her, didn’t demand anything of her. It was the first real conversation she had in a long time.
She started laughing. Burying her head into the table before her, she held her head in her arms like that for several minutes. She knew others might be looking at her, maybe everyone was looking, and she didn’t care. Finally, she looked back up and said, “Thanks.”
He leaned in close and whispered, “But you know, at the end of every week, swoop gangs come in to party with the best of Durga’s girls. He lets them do as they please because they’re such big spenders. But every now and then, they take girls away from him under his nose. Without the Hutt knowing. Sure he makes a big stink about it but for all his power, he doesn’t know who’s responsible or how they got out. He can’t do anything.” He leaned forth and whispered, “And it’s not like anybody gives a damn about small time swoop gangs.”
She swallowed a lump in her throat. After dealing with those two Muun schoolboys, she wasn’t in the mood for anymore trouble. “R-really...”
“You’re not happy to hear it.”
“Well after last time, I’m not exactly in the mood for a repeat of that...”
“I thought you’d just like to know. Swoop gangs ain’t like those rich boys. They go to all kinds of places in the galaxy. All kinds of planets. Mid Rim, Inner Rim. Some like to play around in Coruscant’s undercity. And if you flash some credits at them, I’m sure they’ll be open to your company, yeah?” He leaned forth. “Take you wherever you want to go.”
She realized he really was looking out for her. She let herself smile. “Thanks.”
The corner of his lips arched up and she was reminded of Han, like back in the old days. Before she knew it, there was a blush on her cheek. He returned the smile.
At the same time, it didn’t feel genuine. She wanted a surge of joy to fill up her heart. But she just couldn’t. After everything she had endured, she knew that feeling happiness, getting excited, would only lead to disappointment. Not to mention back home that she had obstacles waiting for her.
Thinking on that, he suddenly said, “Just be careful. The way people are talking about you, someone has their eyes on you. They might even be following you the day those swoop gangs arrive.”
A sobering reality. But she couldn’t bear another week, let alone a whole month or two months more here. She had to escape, and fast.
What am I thinking? This is my way out!
Thinking on that, she looked at him again. Hope on the horizon and his pheromones playing her mind, the innocent heat on her face hadn’t gone away. There was another deeper heat down below, a growing wetness. A want that was very desperate to be satisfied. Their eyes locked, she was trying to find an appropriately seductive gesture. Lick her lips at him and then sneak down under the counter to give him a way to thank him for all he’s done for her.
Just as she was thinking that, she noticed his lazy smile fade. The barkeep stood up straight and looked over her and past her. He wasn’t scowling or anything, but there was a harsh glare in his eyes that wasn’t there before. She hoped it wasn’t anything serious.
This Tusken slave felt something beyond the gravity of his look. A raw unflinching feeling. The first time she became a senator in the empire, she was scheduled to meet the Emperor. She had come in with a series of proposals and suggestions on everything she saw wrong with the empire. But as soon as she laid eyes on him in person, she was filled with this feeling of pure dread, fear close to terror, as if all her life was being sucked out of her. Not even being in Vader’s presence could match to Palpatine’s aura.
What she felt now was nothing close to that. But it was something similar. This time though, she didn’t feel any fear. For the first time in a long time, she was ready to fight. Unarmed she was, but unarmed she would do what she had to.
The presence sat down next to her. She turned to see what it was. It was not who she had expected to see. It was that same pale, black haired woman. Always there at the door of her abode on the second floor when the day was over. Always there to bow before her.
Looking at her this close, that feeling of foreboding was there all over again. She couldn’t begin to understand why this one bothered her so much. It must have been that black mark on her face. Right over her eye, it matched Durga’s birthmark in every which way. It did nothing to mar her beauty. Those twinkling green eyes stared into her, and looking back, she felt like she could melt into them.
The strange woman’s full pale lips curled into a smile. That hadn’t gone unnoticed and then she looked away from her. The barkeep was still staring at the strange woman. She couldn’t begin to understand why, he looked ready to pull out the heavy blaster he hid under the counter.
“Give me what I like,” said the strange woman to the barkeep in a feminine sweet as can be tone. “Only the best.”
“Right. I know.”
“How very nice of you to remember!” she said in a sing song voice. He poured her a drink and handed it to her. It was a tall order too, some of the strongest stuff here. Taking the bottle into her hands, she drank like a lady but otherwise downed a large chug of it. They both watched her, expecting her to pass out.
And yet she didn’t. As soon as she was done, she chirped happily, unbothered. She looked at the blonde slave next to her. “I didn’t expect to find you here. Usually the girls upstairs stick to upstairs. And coming down here for a whole week too!”
That voice was as melodious as ever. Suddenly the Tusken slave felt as if she were a small child, misbehaving. Holding her arms close around her, she just looked down at the countertop. “Y-yeah?”
That voice sounded far weaker than she liked.
“Yes. I wonder why you would shun your privileges to come down here?”
She didn’t respond.
The strange woman continued. “I would like to see you tonight.”
The Tusken slave looked back at the strange woman. Those twinkling green eyes were positively vibrant, shining really in this den of depravity. But you couldn’t be sure of what they were glowing with. “You already do. Every night by my room.”
Despite the foreboding feeling that arose in her heart, the smile on the strange woman’s face had been comforting in a weird way. Now it looked almost patronizing, as if she were talking to a child. “In my quarters.”
“And if I refuse?” She was still looking down and away from her.
Before she knew it, a hand was on her face. Went past her dyed hair with no regard for her boundaries, stroked her cheek. Soft palms, soft fingers. The strange woman crinkled her green eyes, that smile still on her face, she looked like she was having a private joke at her expense. Then she was up on her feet and was gone.
As the barkeep watched the strange woman leave alongside her, they both noticed the other people parting to let her through. Like they were dealing with a queen. For the unnamed woman granted so many new privileges, there was nothing overtly sinister about her. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that they were going out of her way to avoid her.
When she was out of sight, she looked back at the barkeep. “Who was that woman?”
“You already know the girls on the second floor get more rights and privileges.” She nodded. “That one there is one of the ones at the top of the pecking order.” He moved a line down his right eye, the one where she was marked. “And she alone is Durga’s favorite.”
“What does she want with me?”
“I don’t know. But I know it can’t be good.” The Tusken slave didn’t say anything but it was becoming obvious that she was waiting for him to say something, anything. An idea, something to circumvent this situation. Finally he sighed. “There’s nothing you can do about it. You have to go ahead and see what she wants. Otherwise she’ll say something to Durga.”
And I might lose my freedoms. “Al-alright...”
“For what it’s worth, I’ll keep an eye on upcoming swoop gangs. Make a few arrangements, see what I can do.”
The Tusken slave forced a smile. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” She didn’t feel better but it was all she could do.
When she went to the second floor, she found that strange woman waiting for at the top of the stairwell. “Oh my. I was starting to worry you wouldn’t come.”
That wasn’t true, she had come there as soon as possible. But this woman was Durga’s eyes and ears. Him breathing down her neck, she wasn’t in the mood for any trouble. A sentiment that compelled her to remain as civil as possible. She held her tongue and remained silent.
Fortunately the strange woman didn’t take offense. “Come,” she said, holding out her hand for her. “This way.”
The Tusken slave took her hand. Soft to the touch, this woman really did take care of herself. It did nothing to ease the dread she felt around her.
The strange woman took her to a small high standing platform. Only a couple feet higher, but it gave them a good look at the rest of the area. All the other people sitting at their tables, the courtesans and their customers.
“You must be wondering why I summoned you here.”
“Yeah...” she said nonchalantly then she realized she might come off as insolent. She quickly said, “Yes, I mean yes!”
If this strange woman was bothered by it, she didn’t show it. “There is a strength in you I haven’t felt in any other. The spirits have blessed you.”
“What?”
“The power of force as that Jedi, that Skywalker would call it. What my people call the spirits.”
“So that explains it. You’re a Nightsister.”
She wished she hadn’t said that. Their clan was nearly extinct, only surviving on the fringes of the galaxy and it was a rare person who knew of them. The only reason she even knew of their existence was coming into conflict with them when Han Solo tried to woo her heart on Dathomir. In this different galaxy far far away, the only reason she had yet to bear his children were his duties as general and hers as senator. But in this one thing, the stars were very much aligned the same.
“A mere Tusken slave who knows of our existence? I must say, you really do continue to amaze me.”
“As do you. You don’t look anything like them.” That feeling of dread was evaporating as she began to understand what was in front of her. Everything was making sense now. What she felt was the raw power of the dark side. Not quite the energy of a Sith. Of the Emperor and of Vader. But still the dark side.
“And you’ve met one of us before?”
“Not one of you. Some of you.” Feeling bold the Tusken slave said, “And you don’t exactly look like them either.”
The Nightsister heard the sharp royal tone in her voice. Very much different from the rough accent she used to play as someone else. A very haughty sound that amused her.
But she was not angry. “Not all of us come from Dathomir or are strictly speaking one of them. Since I already know what you are dear Tusken, let me tell you what I am. A Nagai-Zelosian.”
Hearing that would shock anyone. The Zelosians looked like ordinary humans, normal hair, build, everything, could fit in Palpatine’s human centric empire in a way that even other near-humans like Thrawn had to claw their up through the ranks ... But they were not sentients the same way most normal people were, for despite their appearances, inwards they were all but plants. No blood to speak of in their veins but chlorophyll. All of them had sparkling green eyes that looked too brilliant to be real. And any species breeding with them was next to impossible.