Chapter 1: Trying to Cope

In this alternate universe Star Wars story, classic Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa are "switched at birth." Instead of Leia being taken to the Bail Organa on Alderaan where she is to become a Princess, she is instead taken to the Lars on the desert planet Tatooine.

"Harder!" Leia demanded in a throaty growl, a command that could not be ignored, an order that the young man behind her couldn't help but obey. Leia's pleasured moans immediately became louder as he complied, making her body quake each time his hips slapped into her soft buttocks. Here in a secluded alley behind Tosche Station as the hot suns of Tatooine beat down on them, the teenaged farm girl had her hands and face pressed against the cool outer wall of the building, her legs spread wide and her dark brown skirt pulled up to expose her naked lower half, allowing the man behind her full access to her needy pussy. Man ... that was being generous. He was into his teens but several years away from being called a man, and no older than Leia herself.

It didn't matter to Leia, though. He had all of the attributes of a man between his legs and that was all that mattered to her. She didn't know his name and it didn't matter. She had seen him looking at her, knew intuitively that he wanted her, and it had been no effort at all to bring him into the alley with her. Once she dropped her skirt and bent against the wall he needed no further coaxing.

Leia knew he wouldn't last long, most guys her age didn't: this was new to him and he was nervous. She tried her best to enjoy it while she could. Biggs was, well, bigger. And he had more stamina, and he was ... gone. Away at the Academy, following his dreams of being a pilot, and in the process leaving her alone. She had tried so hard to wait for him, but it was too much. A teenaged girl full of hormones had needs that he wasn't there to fill, and the more she tried to fight them the stronger they got, until she couldn't resist them any more.

Leia Skywalker was a rare breed on Tatooine, a beautiful, energetic young woman who seemed immune to the harsh realities of life on this desert planet. The more weathered and tired everyone else seemed to get only made Leia seem more radiant. As soon as she began to blossom as a teenager people began to notice, men and boys both. She by and large ignored their interests, because she had Biggs, the most handsome and fun person she had ever encountered on the planet. But with him gone it was hard to ignore the others' interest in her.

That brought her to Anchorhead that day, and led her to the back alley where she was now being fucked like a cheap whore, except that she wasn't getting paid. She eagerly thrust her hips back as the boy rammed in and out of her, but try as she might she could not get into a rhythm with him. Leia sighed inwardly, content to take what she could get for the moment. Behind her the boy started to speed up and she knew he was just about done and well before she could even imagine reaching her own climax. So she stopped moving and just let herself be used by him until finally he grunted and buried his member as far into her as he could as it spurted its thick, creamy load into her cock-starved pussy. A shiver went up her spine at that familiar feeling inside of her and all too soon it was over. The boy slumped over her back and held her as he regained his breath and composure.

"That was..." he started to say, but Leia cut him off.

"Just go," she told him, her voice annoyed. She didn't want to talk, didn't want to hear how great it was or anything else that he wanted to say.

Her tone cut through the boy like a dagger and he quickly pulled out of her, yanked up his pants and hurried out of the alley. Leia took her time in straightening up, and then looked down her body. She was happy with what she saw, her body toned from hard work, her skin lightly bronzed from the hot sun, yet still fair when compared to most others. She felt something running down the inside of her thighs and looked more closely, only then noticing the thin line of the boy's cum lazily traveling down her skin. Watching for a moment Leia smirked and then dropped her skirt back down before she made her way out of the alley, not caring if anyone noticed the evidence of her recent coupling.

At the entrance of the alley Leia looked out, searching for something. Moisture farmers, teens at play and the few unlucky visitors who were forced to be on the godforsaken planet for some reason or another. Leia leaned against the outside of the building as she considered what to do next with her afternoon. The teenaged farmgirl knew that she could and probably should return to the Lars' homestead, where her Uncle Owen was probably having a fit about being unable to find her. While she didn't look forward to the eventual confrontation that was sure to come, the thought of her uncle furious at the moment made her smile.

Leia was not really aware that her posture was inadvertently a bit provocative, and only came to realize as more than a few guys gave her lingering looks. Leia could swear that she actually felt their desire for her, even when they weren't looking at her. It would take several minutes before someone worked up the courage to actually approach her: a bright blue-skinned twi'lek man, an off-worlder based off his dress.

"How much?" he asked her, his long tongue flicking out to trace along the sharp line of his pointed teeth.

The question took Leia aback for a moment, until she realized what he was asking. Physically he wasn't really her type: more than a foot taller than her and a bit dangerous looking. She was about to refuse him when she felt a warm twinge between her legs that had nothing to do with the load of cum that had been recently deposited there. She smiled at him and shrugged her shoulders.

"How about afterwards you tell me how much I was worth," Leia replied, then turned and walked back into the alley, putting an extra sway into her hips.

As soon as they were out of sight of the street, Leia sensed movement behind her just before the twi'lek grabbed her from behind and pushed her roughly against the same wall she had just been at. She gasped from shock, and before she could say anything he had grabbed her skirt, undid the belt at the front of it and ripped it down and away.

"Don't move, don't speak," the twi'lek hissed into her ear, and Leia obeyed, keeping perfectly still. She felt his rough hands on her thighs before he pulled them apart. Then he slapped his rough hand between her legs and squeezed roughly before he rubbed at her. He pushed against her as he rubbed and from what she felt she knew immediately that he was bigger than the other guy.

He stopped rubbing suddenly and pulled his hand away. Leia turned her head to look at him, and saw that he was looking at his palm. He looked at her then and turned his hand so that she could see it, glistening with white stickiness.

"You've already been busy, I see," he hissed, a bit of anger in his voice.

"Well," Leia started to say, but was cut off as he grabbed her head and turned it back towards the wall.

"I said don't talk," the twi'lek growled at her, holding her roughly by the neck to keep her still. A chill went up Leia's spine, suddenly afraid of the alien who held her. She felt him move and stiffened, about to fight when his hand left the back of her neck and trailed down her body.