The girl danced. The music in the back ground was rock and
roll and her dancing was on the erotic side. He stood there in the
shadows watching her. He smiled with a predator's grin. He lifted the
gun in his hand and cradled it in his arms. This was going to be
enjoyable as well as easy.

He stepped forward into the light. She saw him and stumbled.
Her eyes went wide with fright and shock. She sat down hard on the
floor. She looked up at him as he advanced. She could have shit
herself. He had no problems abducting her from her own home.

He was sitting in a black throne as her abductor pushed her
forward. No one could know what lay in his mind. No one could see his
expression. It was veiled behind a mask. Her abductor's mask did not
reveal a damn thing either. How the hell had she drawn the notice of
Lord Darth Vader and the renowned deadliest bounty hunter in the
universe Boba Fett?

She stumbled forward barely dressed in her lingerie. She saw
the dark lord's hand curl around the arm of his throne. His hand came
up to rest against his helmeted face. It was not very comforting to
know that Vader still had human reactions to life. Boba's hand took
her arm and stopped her from walking any more forward. The two seemed
to be having a silent communication. Then Vader nodded and she was
released.

She rubbed her arm a bit and looked back and forth between
the two of them. Fett walked past her and went to stand beside Vader.
They both watched her from behind those helmets and she shifted
uncomfortably. What was going on here?

A noise sounded behind her. She turned and saw the doors were
closed and barred. Who had done that? She looked further around the
black throne room of Darth Vader. No one else was anywhere to be
seen. She was locked in a room with Darth Vader and Boba Fett. She
had no idea what they wanted from her, but... Her blood started to
heat as she began to get an inkling of what they wanted.

She looked back up at the two men watching her so closely.
She could almost feel their evil smiles as they both nodded once in
their slow controlled way. She wanted to both run and surrender at
the same time. She took a step back and whispered. "It's not
possible."

Vader looked at Boba and spoke for the first time. "She now
begins to comprehend our desire."

Boba tilted his head slightly and chuckled. It was a sound
that sent shivers over her body. She crossed her arms over her torso.
It brought her breasts closer together and she did not realize how
the plumped look effected the men. She rubbed her hands up and down
her arms. She looked at them worried. "I'm cold."

The two both moved then to approach her. She felt a little
bit overwhelmed as they came to stand within her personal space. "You
will not be for long." Vader's velvet voice caressed her ears.

She stared at one and then the other as they moved into the
positions they wanted. Her shiver was not from cold as Vader's gloved
hand moved the spaghetti strap of her sleep wear off her shoulder.
Her face was turned back to Boba as HIS soft gloved hand caressed her
cheek and his thumb rubbed across her lips.

It was obvious what they wanted. It was also obvious they
were NOT going to ask. She was at once frightened, elated, indignant,
and above all, incredibly turned on. They wanted HER, not just any
female, but HER.

Boba's hand trailed from her cheek down her throat and to her
chest. Vader's hands were on her shoulders and his breathing in her
ear. Her straps had fallen down and only the rise of her breasts kept
her top from falling down to reveal her. Vader's hands slipped down
her arms pushing the chemise top further down until it slipped and
pooled at her waist. Boba's hand slide over her breast and his thumb
and first finger lightly tormented her nipple.

She gasped and Vader lifted one of his hands to push lightly
on the bottom of her chin. She allowed her head to fall back onto his
shoulder. His armor was cold to the touch of her skin. She felt the
heat in her cheeks cool a bit. Vader's hand under her chin moved to
hold her neck in his grasp. It was at once a feeling of threat and a
caress. His hand came up to cup and fondle the breast Boba was not
teasing.

For long minutes of sweet torment they stood like that, Boba,
one hand on her breast, the other on her hip, Vader, one hand on her
throat, the other making sure the other breast was not neglected. She
leaned back against Vader and Boba leaned forward into her. His hand
at her hip slide down, removing her tap pants as he went. The pants
fell to her ankles. She was nude to the view and sandwiched in
between them.

Boba's hand began to roam her entire body. Vader's hand that
was not holding her throat joined Boba's exploration. It was at once
mortifying and decadent, the feel of their gloved fingers touching
her skin. One was hard leather and metal. The other soft as buckskin
and smooth as silk.

She whimpered and squirmed in their grasp. Their iniquitous
intents upon her person were making her moan, and she knew not
whether she moaned with objection or passion. They used voices like
the blackest silk slithering over moonbeams. They told her of
torrentially sweet tortures they could perform on her. Tiny noises
slipped out of her mouth and they encouraged them. She panted and her
lips parted to receive the finger that tasted of herself.

She opened her eyes but all was darkness. She heard faint
clanks and rustles. Bare skin touched hers. A mouth that was
incredibly hot seared her skin as the lips searched for hers in the
absence of light. Her body was spread open by one and she was
violated by the other.

She cried out and twisted sharply. The hand at her throat
tightened and the mouth bit her shoulder. She was pulled down and
both straddled a lap and was spread wide by hips pounding between her
legs. She brought up her hands to try and push them away or was it to
bring them closer? Her hands, however kept moving up and she realized
they were being force held up and away from her body and theirs.

She was filled completely and held captive completely and
actually felt pleasured completely. They left not one part of her
wanting their desecrating and yet delectable touch. It was fast
becoming apparent to her that she was their absolute slave, and she
wanted it that way.

Cries and Pounding. Shouts and Thrusts.

Faster and Harder. Wetter and Deeper.

Thrash and Scream. Arch and Moan.

Where was the world? It had left her. All was darkness and
pure bliss bursting in upon her as a flood of raining sweet showers.
Her body was tenderly tortured into positions of rainbowed raptures.
It was all feeling and fettered frustrations whipped into frenzied
fucking.

The kaleidoscope burst into a tangled dream of color, light,
and such absolute perfection as to be undescribable with mere human
words. She surrendered into paradise's embrace. The men who held her
joined her there in a climax of growls, grunts, and finally shouting
as they poured their very essence into her.

She collapsed into exhaustion in the aftermath. Her breathing
slowed to normal only long after Morpheus had claimed her. They
allowed her to sink to the floor gently. Her hair pooled all around
her face. Her limbs tangled with the remnants of her lingerie.

A few moments of soundless movements passed. The light
entered in as quiet as a thief. It found them both exactically as it
had left them. They stood there fully contained within themselves
above her. They studied her behind their masks. Neither one would
look on the other.

"What will you do with her?"

Vader turned and strode back to sit in his throne before he
answered the unexpected question. "I will use her with the ways I
have had to develope through my dark force powers."

"And then?"

"If she survives you can take her for yourself."

Boba Fett nodded in his stolid way and turned to leave. He
stepped past the girl as if she were not there. After he left, Vader
sat on his throne for a long, long time merely watching her and
waiting for her to awaken to his pleasure.