Star Wars: After The Phantom Menace
Sole Survivor
 
by PJ
 
 
Queen Amidala and the handmaiden Rabe stood in the jungle
clearing, waiting.
 
"What's taking the Gungans so long, Majesty?" demanded Rabe, pacing back and forth behind the young Queen.
 
"It could be anything.  Just be patient, Rabe," smiled Amidala, hands clasped in front of her.  "Our alliance with the Gungans is too important to jeopardize with impatience."
 
"Forgive me, Majesty," bowed Rabe, halting her pacing.
 
The two girls waited in silence, a warm mist gathering around
them, the air humid and filled with strange jungle scents.  Small animals called to each other in the distance, and the light became fainter and fainter as dusk approached.
 
Amidala sighed.  "Call the transport to pick us up."
 
"Yes, Majesty," acknowledged Rabe, reaching into a jacket pocket for her small com-link.
 
Something approached through the dense foliage, snapping
branches as it advanced.
 
"Did you bring a blaster?" asked Amidala nervously.
 
"No, I didn't," replied Rabe with a violent shake of her head.
 
The mist was torn aside, to reveal a single hunch-backed droid
with blaster arms leveled at Amidala and her friend.
 
"A Destroyer!" gasped Rabe, hands raised against her slack mouth.
 
"Split up!  Keep calling the transport when you get a chance!" ordered Amidala, stumbling to the left in an ungainly sprint.
 
Before disappearing into the jungle, Amidala saw Rabe run
across the length of the clearing, the Destroyer giving chase in a stumbling waddle.
 
 
Amidala wheezed for breath after running nearly non-stop till
nightfall.  The jungle was cloaked in darkness, the once comforting animal sounds becoming shrill and ominous.  Resting against the trunk of a wide, towering tree, Amidala jerked when she heard blaster fire echoing through the jungle.  There was a loud tearing sound, the sound a tall tree would make as it fell.  The sound stopped, and silence quickly replaced it once more.
 
"Rabe," murmured Amidala, her eyes becoming hot with grief.
 
Choking back her sobs, the young girl tore off her long, mist-
damp robes.  Dressed only in a thin white undershirt, panties, and white stockings, Amidala unbound her intricately coifed hair and let it flow freely down her back.  The slender girl resumed her flight from the Destroyer, proceeding deeper into the thick vegetation.  Amidala walked hour after hour, until her legs felt weighed down with lead and her eyes threatened to seal shut at any moment.  The beautiful Queen stopped walking to examine her immediate surroundings.  Spotting a nice, sturdy branch that wasn't too far up, Amidala gingerly climbed the rough-skinned tree to the desired branch and settled herself in the nook between branch and trunk.  Sighing contentedly, Amidala let her eyes close, sleep almost instantly claiming her.
 
 
The tree shuddered beneath Amidala, then slowly began tilting
towards the ground.
 
Amidala jolted awake, looking down in horror as the earth
rushed forward to meet her.  She leapt from the branch just before it was shattered by the massive weight of its parent tree.  Crouched on her bruised knees, Amidala panted for breath, slowly raising her head to see the Destroyer droid scrabbling towards her.
 
Due to her close proximity to the advancing droid, Amidala
noticed that it appeared to be heavily damaged, with its left blaster arm dangling from a few frayed wires, its reactor bulb scorched from laser fire.
 
Amidala attempted to push herself to her feet, but the
Destroyer moved with snake-like speed, tripping her with one of its claw feet, pinning her to the soft earth with its working blaster limb.
 
Trapping her on her stomach between its slender legs, the
Destroyer slid its blaster limb inside the right side of her panties, ripping the delicate garment away.  It rubbed its weapon hand between Amidala's ass cheeks, hissing as it fondled her.  Amidala tried to pull herself away from the droid, but the Destroyer had her neatly caged, she was trapped underneath the machine's bulk.
 
Amidala heard a whirring noise that forced her to crane her
head back as far as she could.
The girl's eyes widened in horror when she beheld the Destroyer
extending a shaft-like power coupler from its torso housing.  The shiny metal probe stretched down to Amidala's small bare butt, nuzzling into the prone girl's crack.  Amidala screamed, pushing up against the Destroyer with all her feeble strength while the droid inserted its cold coupler into her tender pussy.  Amidala closed her eyes, tears sliding down her painted white cheeks as the Destroyer burrowed deeply into her vagina, the slick metal making the walls of her hole shiver reflexively.  The droid began a lewd pumping action with the extended coupler, ramming itself into Amidala over and over.  The helpless Queen moaned, biting her lower lip, her flat belly rubbing against the soft, moist ground.
 
The Destroyer manipulated its weapon arm underneath Amidala,
rubbing the barrels of its twin blasters in-between the young girl's still growing tits.  Amidala moaned, the cool metal sliding up and down the warm flesh of her cleavage.  She grasped two of the droid's legs with her hands, holding them tightly as she rocked underneath the Destroyer, her body writhing in time with the thrusts of the droid's plunging coupler.
 
The Destroyer increased the speed of its limb, the gleaming
metal rod ramming harder and harder into Amidala's dripping cunt. Amidala grunted from each shove into her vagina, her thighs shivered, her breath came in harsh gasps, her fondled breasts ached as her orgasm gathered within her flushed body.
 
The droid removed its coupler, the entire length of the rod
oozing with Amidala's honey.
It plunged the rod back into the moaning girl's slit with a loud squish, juices splashing across the Destroyer's bloated abdomen. Amidala squeezed her eyes shut, her mouth hung open, drool trickling down the left side of her mouth as her body rocked from the force of the droid's thrusting.
 
Amidala screamed in ecstasy as she climaxed, her ass trembling
while bursts of nectar leapt out of her pussy and splashed over the looming droid.
 
The Destroyer gracefully side-stepped off of Amidala,
positioning itself in front of her, its long power coupler dipping down so she could reach it with her mouth.  As Amidala tentatively reached forward to savor her own pussy juices from the cum-slick shaft, there was a crash of foliage behind her.
 
"Remain still, your Highness!" shouted the Royal Guard, raising his blaster rifle and firing a sustained burst at the Destroyer.
 
The droid screeched in agony, flopping onto its right side,
legs wriggling violently.
 
The Royal Guard walked into the clearing, firing his blaster at the overturned Destroyer.
 
Bits of metal flew everywhere, small explosions rocking the
droid as laser bolts tore into its inner workings.
 
Before it died, the Destroyer reached out to Amidala with its
one functioning weapon arm, a request for one last caress.
 
Amidala placed her right palm over the droid's blaster barrels, sliding her hand down to the
blackened muzzles.
 
The droid chirped softly once, its eye ports fading, then it
died.
 
 
"Your Highness!  Are you hurt?" asked the Guard, kneeling at Amidala's side.
 
"Just a bit sore," groaned the Queen, allowing the strong Guard to help her to her feet.
"Did you find Rabe?"
 
"Yes.  We heard her com-signal and came as quickly as we
could.  She was trapped beneath a fallen tree; her legs were broken, but the doctor says she'll be dancing in a week."
 
"I'm glad," smiled Amidala weakly, glancing briefly at the fallen Destroyer before following the Royal Guard to the waiting speeder transport.
 
The End.