Mara Jade: Queen of the Empire Prologue:
It had been six months since the Sluggorn invasion fleet was defeated in the Coruscant system. The New Republic was in complete chaos as individual worlds demanded a greater voice within the Senate. With the last of the Solo bloodline gone, there was no one left to rally the disparate factions into a cohesive body. The Imperium was little better, with individual Star Destroyer captains proclaiming themselves warlords and attempting to setup their own little fiefdoms. Ares, the capital world of Daala's Imperium, remained a world in conflict, torn by massive ground battles and dogfighting TIE fighters that brightened the grey skies with their fiery deaths.
Mara Jade: smuggler, pilot, and apprentice Jedi, roamed the spacelanes with her pirate lover, Berg, until he finally grew tired of her. Casting her adrift with no money or resources, Mara was abandoned on Coruscant, the once proud center of the Empire now a decayed collection of towering citadels and sprawling megaplexes. With no money to travel offworld, Mara took up the oldest profession, prostitution, in order to buy food and a filth-encrusted hovel in the Eastern Quadrant of the Capital.
Chapter 1: Alone
Pacifica III
Pacifica System
Beyond the Outer Rim
132 IY (Imperium Year)
The black-robed figure walked sedately down the dim passageway, the stone-constructed hall lit only by weak sunlight streaming from narrow windows. Other robed men traveled down the passage, the serene sound of chanting filling the air with peace and well being. The black- garbed man entered an open study that was filled with books and ancient scrolls. Glow-orbs illuminated the room as an elderly man with wispy white hair read from an old text.
"I'm leaving, Master," declared the visitor simply.
"Are you sure?" asked the old Jedi Master with a concerned frown. "It may not be safe in the Core for Jedi yet. Our Order survived because we stayed out of human affairs; we observe, we don't interfere."
"The time for watching is over. I've used the Force to monitor the Galaxy, the Emperor is long dead, as are the Dark Jedi. The Republic is in chaos, order must be restored," replied the visitor passionately.
"I see, Emhyr," nodded the Jedi Master sadly. "You must go where the Force leads you. I wish you well."
"Thank you, Master," acknowledged Emhyr with a deep bow before he turned around and left the brightly lit study.
"Walk on the Light Side," offered the elderly man as he watched his most powerful student disappear into the hallway.
Coruscant
Capital of the New Republic
132 IY
"Hey, bitch! How much for a blow?" asked a production worker in a loud bellow.
"Fifty credits, stud," replied Mara as she swayed her round hips seductively.
"Sounds good," agreed the worker before he charged across the hover vehicle-choked street. Horns and swearing assaulted the man, who ran placidly across the duracrete to where the young woman stood near a glow-orb pole.
"You're one fine-looking whore," complimented the worker as he gazed appreciatively at Mara's bare cleavage and long, slim legs. The Jedi apprentice wore tight, black, latex shorts, a flimsy, black, lace bra, high-heeled boots, and a black choke collar with a leash ring hanging down her throat. Mara's red hair flowed down her bare back, dangling near her hips as she entwined her left arm inside her customer's. The large, heavily muscled man twisted to leer at Mara Jade's firm ass as she led him into a nearby alley filled with garbage and steaming waste products. The burly man pushed Mara against a hard, unyielding alley wall, then roughly fondled her round breasts with his paw-like hands.
"Yeah, nice tits," muttered the bald man as he caressed and painfully squeezed Mara's soft melons of flesh.
"Ummm, that feels good," moaned the red-haired girl huskily as she licked her bright, red lips with her small tongue.
"You like that, don't you bitch?" growled the man before he tore off Mara's delicate bra, then leaned down to suck loudly on her inviting breasts. Mara moaned loudly, her hands firm against the wall as her john licked and drooled across her warm, white skin. He bit and nibbled on her pink, sensitive nipples, his large right hand moving down to rub her latex-covered crotch wantonly. Mara leaned heavily against the wall, her eyes slitted as she moaned with arousal and desire.
"Suck my cock, slut," ordered the man as he pulled away from the girl's heaving tits, unzipping his fly while the Jedi whore knelt down in front of him. Mara grasped the large man's hardening cock, rubbing it slowly with her small hands.
The john slid his meaty fingers into the scantily-clad girl's rich, red hair, forcing her beautiful face into his sweaty crotch. Mara obediently began sucking on the man's balls, filling her mouth with his musky orbs as his rod rubbed over her pert nose.
Slowly, lovingly, Mara licked up the shaft of her customer's tool, caressing his meat with her soft, moist lips until she reached his throbbing head. She wrapped her lips around the tip of the man's cock, twirling her tongue around it until she slowly slid her mouth over the rest of his rock-hard shaft. The man groaned with pleasure, grasping Mara's head tightly before he shoved his rod deeper into her yielding mouth, forcing it down her tight throat.
The Jedi girl gagged softly, but allowed the big man to fuck her mouth and throat desperately. A minute later, the burly worker shot his load, filling her mouth with hot, sticky cum. White cream trickled down Mara's chin as the man pulled away from her red lips, then quickly zipped up his baggy breeches.
"Here's your money, trash," sneered the worker while he tossed a handful of credit chits in front of the kneeling young woman. Mara quickly gathered up the money as the large man swaggered out of the alley and back into the traffic.
Mara Jade wiped her cum-stained face with her left arm, then picked up her torn, discarded bra and managed to re- fasten it across her ample bosom. Sighing softly to herself, the Jedi girl left the alley, then walked east down the travel conduit until she reached a food booth near her apartment.
She hastily purchased some steamed rice, bread, and a beer, then carried her daily meal up uneven stairs to her fourth level dwelling. Sliding a plastic keycard into a waiting slot, Mara pushed open her door, then swiftly closed the portal behind her. She collapsed into a soft couch, then opened her rice box as the room's vid terminal flashed on.
"New Republic warships began open hostilities today. Vessels from several Outer Core worlds attacked planets within the Inner Rim for much needed raw materials and slave labor. The Senate is powerless as many factions continue to debate and withhold vital services, while others forestall the election of a new Prime Minister. Food riots erupted in the Northern Quadrant of the Capital earlier this evening, causing massive damage to buildings and heavy losses from looting. A dangerous fire broke out along the Northern/Western Quadrant borders, it still rages unchecked through several living sectors."
Mara ordered the vid terminal off, then ate quietly as shouting and the occasional blaster salvo filled the silent void of her room. After dinner, the Jedi girl popped open a bottle of liquor, then drank heavily from it. The red-haired girl sat limply in her couch, her slim arms and legs spread apart as she allowed the drink to burn inside her body. Mara's green eyes were drowsy and glazed until she heard a loud knock on the door. Cursing under her breath, Mara staggered to her feet, then swayed drunkenly to her door and opened it wide.
"You're late on your rent again," hissed the Squid-Head that ran the low-income habitation. Mara used to know the race's true name, but her brain was fogged with liquor at the moment.
"Can't you give me one more week?" moaned the Jedi girl pathetically.
"No. However, if you're low on credit, we can perform our usual exchange," suggested the Squid-Head with wide, eager eyes.
"Humph! Fine, come on in," agreed Mara with a scowl as she left the door open and stumbled back inside her dark room. The Squid closed the door after himself, then locked it securely. With long, clammy fingers twitching in excitement, the Squid moved to the couch where Mara flopped down. After taking another long pull from her bottle, Mara spread apart her thighs, allowing the Squid- Head plenty of room to kneel in. The robed alien leaned forward, mouth tentacles wiggling as he pulled off Mara's skin-tight latex shorts, followed by her tiny, black panties.
The Squid-Head raised the young woman's panties to its nose, inhaling her arousing musk deeply. He quickly slid the undergarment into a wide robe pocket, then bent down to caress Mara's pussy with several of its facial tentacles. Mara moaned softly, unfastening her bra before flinging it over the couch. The Squid fondled the soft flesh of Mara's labia, excreting a viscous slime from its mouth that dripped onto her quivering cunt.
The Jedi girl squeezed and pinched her own round tits, her sensuous, red mouth parted slightly as she grew aroused by her apartment manager's laviscous attentions. The Squid pushed two thick tentacles into Mara's warm snatch, thrusting them deeply into her vagina until they filled her belly with their cold meat.
Mara shivered in excitement, her pussy growing hot and wet with her juices while she licked one of her own pink nipples with her tongue. The Squid reached forward, grasping the red-haired girl's breasts firmly as he buried his muzzle in her clenching fuckhole.
"Yeah, baby. Fuck my pussy, lover," groaned Mara as she thrust her crotch against the alien's probing tentacles.
The Squid-Head caressed the naked girl's tits for several moments, then moved his long fingers to her long legs, prying them apart firmly. Slimy limbs of cold flesh moved in and out of Mara Jade's slit, filling her womb with clammy flesh as she trembled and moaned in erotic pleasure. She grabbed the nearby liquor bottle, pouring the cold, frothy liquid down her throat until it overflowed her mouth and dribbled down her chin and neck. Mara's breasts glistened with alcohol, her nipples hard as they heaved up and down.
The Jedi girl turned onto her stomach, her tight ass thrusting outwards towards the Squid-Head's quivering mouth probes. The alien ran his hands across the soft flesh of Mara's buttocks, exploring her crack as she moaned loudly. Bending low, the Squid buried its tentacles in her cunt, stretching the petals of her labia wide apart as he dug into her narrow vagina.
Mara clenched the top of the couch, her ass pumping back and forth as she fucked the alien's many slimy limbs. One tentacle after another pushed in and out of her pussy, followed quickly by another until over six of them had entered her dripping slit.
The Jedi girl bit her lip, her breasts dangling invitingly in the air as the Squid ran his long hands across her smooth, bare back. The alien pressed his face firmly against Mara's ass, rubbing his mouth and nose in- between her round cheeks until she groaned loudly with an orgasm.
Warm, sticky cum spurted from Mara's pussy, falling wetly against the Squid-Head's mouth and tentacles. The alien landlord eagerly lapped the fluid trickling from Mara's cunt, drinking her honey until her red-haired bush was dry.
The Squid-Head slapped Mara's ass loudly, then rose to his feet before walking confidently from the room. The naked, red-haired girl reclined her breasts against the soft couch, her small chin resting against the top as she panted softly for breath. She wiped a sweat-soaked strand of hair from her forehead, then slid onto her back, laying warm and nude across the long divan until sleep claimed her alcohol-drenched mind.
The Ares System
Using the Force, Emhyr cloaked his small ship from the planet's long-range sensors. The tall Jedi landed the vessel near the capital city of Ares, the one-time administrative center of the New Imperium. Today was quiet, nothing breaking the depressing silence that covered the city like a heavy cloak. Emhyr wrapped his black cape tightly around his thin body, then began descending a rough hillside that led down to the sprawling metroplex below.
~ Mara Jade: Queen of the Empire ~
Chapter 2
Emhyr walked calmly down the streets of Ares' capital city, his black cloak wrapped tightly around his thin frame as a chill breeze ran through his slick, black hair. The avenues were empty of people, only the occasional storm trooper stood upon a corner or terrace. Using the Force, the Jedi fogged the soldiers' minds, allowing him free access to the government sector and the admin center.
Entering a large, marble-constructed building, Emhyr strode boldly to the governor's office on the third floor. Opening the door to the waiting room, the Jedi proceeded across the carpeted floor to the inner portal, then confidently entered the presence of Ares' current ruler.
Governor Tarth sat at a huge, oak desk, the table's surface piled with reports and logistics information. The man was old, with thinning, grey hair and a large belly. The Imperial uniform sat uneasily on the governor's bulbous frame, the grey fabric wrinkled and un-cared for. Tarth slowly looked up at the intruder standing before his desk, the stranger smug and arrogant with power.
"What do you want?" asked Tarth before he reclined within his large chair, the leather creaking loudly under his bulk. "Do you have an appointment?"
"No, I do not," replied Emhyr with an icy smile. "But I do think that we can help each other."
"How?" inquired the governor simply.
"You control one of the few worlds along the Rim with an operational shipyard," answered the Jedi as he sat upon a chair facing Tarth's desk. "With the proper motivation, we can re- organize your garrison and resume production of warships."
"Why bother," shrugged Tarth. "Even at full capacity the shipyard can only produce a few cruisers and maybe a Star Destroyer in seven months. If we draw too much attention to ourselves, one of the Imperial Warlords might get nervous and attack this system."
"That is a risk," agreed Emhyr with a nod, "but not a very likely one. The warlords you speak of have few ships and even less motivation. They concern themselves with protecting their own small holdings and indulging their venal appetites. With focus and discipline, the two of us can rebuild the Imperial war machine and restore order to the galaxy."
"Umm, an interesting proposal, but I'm just not interested," said Tarth with a shake of his head. "I want to protect 'my small holdings' as well. The Empire is dead, we can't change the way things are."
"You're wrong, but I can illuminate you," retorted Emhyr as he stared into the governor's eyes, tendrils of the Force extending out to manipulate the weak official's mind. "You will give me full authority to command your men and begin starship construction immediately. I will act in your name."
"You will act in my name," repeated Tarth with a glazed stare.
"Good boy," grinned Emhyr with dark humor.
Mara reclined on her torn couch smoking a cigarette as someone pounded on the door to her filthy apartment. Muttering curses under her breath, the slim young woman held the cigarette in her mouth while she staggered up and shambled over to the door. The redhead impulsively unlatched the flimsy portal, then pulled it open to reveal the bulky mass of Capt. Berg.
"Master Berg!" exclaimed Mara in delighted surprise before she hurled her body into the space pirate's embrace. Berg chuckled in amusement, his large, meaty hands caressing her back before sliding down to squeeze the girl's round ass.
"Still as hot as ever," rumbled the outlaw as he pushed Mara to arm's length, admiring her curvaceous figure and full breasts.
"I was hoping you would come back for me," replied Mara in a quiet voice as she looked up into the pirate's eyes with a hurt expression on her lovely face.
"Yeah, well, I'm back," coughed Berg uncomfortably before he shouldered past the petite girl and invaded her habitation. "Got any liquor?"
"Yes, I'll get it," replied the subdued young woman before she walked listlessly to the tiny kitchen cubicle.
Lt. Luki, Berg's right hand man, slid into the room, closing the door behind him. The pale- blonde man walked around the small apartment, checking everything with a paranoid glare before moving to stand next to the room's only draped window.
"So what're you doing these days?" inquired Berg curiously while he watched Mara walk towards him with an open liquor bottle.
"This and that, doing whatever people will pay me to do," replied Mara with a deep blush as she slid the tall bottle into Berg's grasp.
"Ah, that's good," said the pirate before he drank deeply from the bottle, his cold eyes regarding Mara as he imagined all the sordid things she was forced to do in order to survive.
"I'm taking you with me on my next run. I spent most of my money on upgrades for the 'Ravager, plus some down time on one of the Core's pleasure worlds, so I'm a bit strapped for cred right now," admitted the muscled outlaw with a shrug. "But before we go, show me that you've still got it."
"Got what?" retorted Mara uncomfortably.
"That submissive Sluggorn training they beat into you," replied Berg with a malicious grin. "Take your clothes off."
With a wide-eyed, shocked expression, Mara slowly unzipped the front of her skin-tight jumpsuit, sliding the gleaming garment to the floor. The naked girl clasped her hands together over her bush of red pubic hair, her thin arms attempting to cover her round tits.
"Hah! She's shy all of a sudden. Don't you remember our time on the Sluggorn sphere ship? You weren't so hesitant back then," remarked Berg with a cruel leer. "Luki, go ahead and have some fun with her."
The thin pirate smiled in anticipation as he walked towards the trembling young woman, his hands clumsily unfastening his breeches.
"Please, don't make me do this," begged Mara as her green eyes grew wet with unshed tears. "I love you."
"Then you'll do as I say, whore," snarled Berg before he took another long pull from the liquor bottle. "When I tell you to fuck Luki, you fuck Luki and like it."
Mara's lips quivered as she turned to look at Lt. Luki, her body growing warm with lust as her alien conditioning responded to her master's command and made her horny despite her own wishes. Luki stood next to the naked girl, grabbing Mara by the head and forcing the girl relentlessly to her knees. Mara choked back a despairing sob as she looked up into the lust- filled eyes of Berg's henchman.
"Suck it, bitch!" commanded Luki as he pressed Mara's soft, red lips against his hardening cock. Hesitantly, the Jedi girl softly kissed the head of Luki's rod, then slowly licked the tip with her warm, pink tongue. Unsatisfied, Luki thrust his tool into Mara's small mouth, pushing the engorged pole down the girl's tight throat.
The taste of cock filled Mara's mouth, triggering more of her conditioning until she was sucking and licking the long rod eagerly. Loud slurping sounds filled the small, dimly-lit room as Mara's mouth moved up and down Luki's cock, her red lips caressing and rubbing the pulsing tool.
Mara moaned with pleasure, her hands reaching up to cup and squeeze her own creamy breasts, her fingers pinching the pink nipples into hardness. Luki groaned loudly, his expression one of ecstasy as he held Mara's head and pumped his meat into the horny girl's mouth. Mara licked slowly down the shaft, stopping to suck her lover's balls and roll them wantonly in her mouth.
Luki's body jerked spasmodically, his breath coming in short gasps as the redhead licked his testicles while rubbing his fuckpole with her delicate hand.
"I want to fuck you," gasped Luki before he lowered himself to the floor, then pulled Mara on top of his crotch. The young woman lowered herself onto his quivering cock, her pussy enfolding the flesh rod as it slid down to Luki's mat of crotch hair. Mara moaned loudly as Luki's cock pushed into her womb, the pole thick and throbbing as she began humping the man's crotch energetically.
Man and woman groaned and gasped with sexual strain as their bodies grinded together. Mara's long, red hair flew about her shoulders as her round breasts bobbed to her gyrations. Berg smiled as he watched the naked girl fuck his partner, his own cock growing hard as he enjoyed the beautiful Jedi submit her body to his commands.
Luki reached up with his thin arms, squeezing Mara's heaving tits tightly as he thrust his cock into her ravenous cunt.
"Yes! That feels so good," groaned Mara while she grasped Luki's arms with her hands, her hips pumping back and forth as she allowed the man's pole to enter her warm belly.
Luki and Mara moaned together in erotic bliss, the girl's pussy squeezing the man's cock as they both melted towards orgasm. Mara bent down to suck on Luki's fingers as they kneaded and fondled her sensitive breasts. The redhead's smooth ass expanded and contracted as her hips pounded the thick pole into her stomach.
Mara's legs grew weak as her pussy prepared to explode, Luki's hands sliding down her flat stomach, forcing her to arch her back away from him as he stabbed his cock into her slick vagina. With a loud scream, Mara orgasmed, her breasts thrust out as she covered Luki's meat with her tight slit. Luki shot cum into Mara's molten womb, her pink, dripping flesh encasing his member until it was milked dry. Luki pulled the naked, panting girl to his chest, then kissed her roughly on the lips, his drooling tongue invading her mouth lavisciously.
"Alright, party's over," growled Berg as he rose to his feet, then walked over to slap Mara painfully on the bare ass. "Get some things packed and let's go."
Emhyr sat in a round, candle-lit room, his legs crossed together in a lotus position as he relaxed his mind and allowed the Force to work through him.
"Come to me, my queen," chanted the Jedi softly as he held his eyes shut and projected his thoughts. "You cannot resist my summons. You will come to me and surrender yourself to my will, and together we shall rule the galaxy. Come to me, Mara Jade."