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ANH: Say a silent prayer

Captchip — Sun, 02 Jun 2019 03:09:26 GMT

Captchip: Created page with '“Guess you’re all mine now, cub.” His hand withdraws itself from between your thighs, moving to clamp down hard on your shoulder. “Turn around and get on your knees”. <…'

“Guess you’re all mine now, cub.” His hand withdraws itself from between your thighs, moving to clamp down hard on your shoulder. “Turn around and get on your knees”.
 
 
Your legs almost give way from underneath you as you comply, sinking down into the sand.
The trooper towers over you, your neck hardly reaching his waist at all, you’re left to peer up at him, his durasteel pelvis haloed in ouch sticks. 
He lifts you by the head until you’re level with his helmet. Your toes drag on the sand.
 
“Be good, cub” 
You can feel his hot breath through the helmets exhaust ports. Rancid and sweaty.
He eases you down towards his bulge. Your mouth feels dry and tinny, as your desire starts to boil over.
You can see a sizeable errection pushing against his cod piece, inflating and exaggerating the shape of his armour. His rough hand and cold command have succeeded in making you steel-hard. 
He eases you down, pressing your face against the armour sheath of his crotch.”
You smell his cockflesh, cooked for days beneath plate. Without releasing his grip from the back your head, he loops his other wrist around the ass of his uniform and lets it drop to the ground. Your lips slide against bare skin. You’re nearly knocked out by his cock as it falls from it’s cradle, a massive shaved log, greasy with built up oils.

[[ANH: ]] 
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ANH: Strip.

Captchip — Sun, 02 Jun 2019 02:49:27 GMT

Captchip: Created page with 'You struggle through the binders to undress. Despite the danger and uncertainty of your present moment you feel a shot of endorphines as you shuck layers at the rough command of …'

You struggle through the binders to undress. Despite the danger and uncertainty of your present moment you feel a shot of endorphines as you shuck layers at the rough command of this beef trooper. Your pert virgin ass prickles as it meets the night air.
 
This is the strangest imperial run in you’ve ever had and despite the fear and pain you’re in you can’t help but notice blood rush to your crotch as you deposit your sandblasted coverings on the desert floor. The trooper doesn’t seem to notice your half erect cock and instead indicates with his stunner for you to turn on the spot. You shiver but comply, exposing your ass to your present captor. A wave of fear almost overtakes you. You push back an animal urge to jump from your speeder and flee but any chance of escape has long since passed. You can feel the stun baton grazing inches from your exposed flesh, as the trooper outlines your body with his tool. It seems to hover in the small of your back, as if considering plunging deeper into the crevice of your ass. You shiver at the insinuation. Being deflowered by this trooper’s baton isn’t quite what you had in mind when you cut from home. 

Suddenly, his hands are on you, kneeding at your cheeks. You feel his gloved index working its way down towards the space between your legs, searching for your hole. His rough palm flattens over your back as hard fingers rub against your opening. He shoves at you hard with the sharp end of his finger. Your back arches in response to his prods, and he pulls you closer till you can feel the busted shins of his armour and tangle of belt gadgets rattle against your bare thighs. His cloying at your hole feels all too much and you pull at your restraints and buck at the air, letting out just the whisp of a moan. He digs at you again, deeper this time and finding no purchase, he makes several approving sounds from underneath his helmet. "You’re tight farmboi, that’ll do nicely". You hear the crackle of a com link activating: “This is tk421 to garrison, I’ve got an abandoned speeder out near the dune sea. Request pickup”. He continues to explore you while waiting for a response, giving you a healthy squeeze before raking fingers over the face of your butt. “this is garrison, copy tk421, request granted” the comm link crackles.
 
You feel a pit form in your stomach. Whatever’s about to happen, it’s way off the imperial script. You’re boned. this trooper’s got a very particular plan for you and whatever it is, it’s probably a lot more nefarious than a light beating and a day in a holding cell. Without the speeder here there will be absolutely no way to track where you end up. You’ve never known the imperials to be slave traders, but you’ve heard some worrying stories about farm kids wandering too far past the markers and ending up personal fuckbois to The Hutts. Oh well, guess you can kiss all your chances at the academy goodbye.

[[ANH: Say a silent prayer]] 
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ANH: Do nothing

Captchip — Sun, 02 Jun 2019 02:40:19 GMT

Captchip: Created page with 'A volt of searing electricity travels through your testicles and up your spine. You crumple over the windshield onto the mess of your own cum. “Strip” he barks again. […'

A volt of searing electricity travels through your testicles and up your spine. You crumple over the windshield onto the mess of your own cum. 
“Strip” he barks again.

[[ANH: Strip.]] 
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ANH: Whimper and comply.

Captchip — Sun, 02 Jun 2019 02:38:19 GMT

Captchip: Created page with 'Good! He crackles from beneath his helmet, seemly slightly amused. He seems to eye the scene for a moment. Your handiwork is spread like a milky nebula over the viewscreen.…'

Good! He crackles from beneath his helmet, seemly slightly amused. 

He seems to eye the scene for a moment. Your handiwork is spread like a milky nebula over the viewscreen. Your member, wet and shrunken, dangles limply between your goose pimpled legs in the cold night.
 
He orders you to strip.

[[ANH: Do nothing]] 
[[ANH: Strip.]] 
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ANH: Whimper and comply

Captchip — Sun, 02 Jun 2019 02:37:39 GMT

Captchip:

ANH: Try to talk your way out of this.

Captchip — Sun, 02 Jun 2019 02:36:42 GMT

Captchip:

“Shut your fucking mouth, worm!” He shouts. His voice booms like a jet engine take off and
he slaps you across the face with the shock baton. You crumple to the floor of the speeder, and into your own wet mess. A red flash of pain spreads over your tingling flesh. You’re up a second later, compelled by the edge of the baton resting again under your chin.

*[[ANH: Whimper and comply]]
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ANH: Gulp.

Captchip — Sun, 02 Jun 2019 02:35:46 GMT

Captchip: Created page with 'Your whole being cowers at the sight of this ouch master, but the pilot in you can’t help but admire him as a purely mechanical form, a machine for breaking stuff. You eye…'

Your whole being cowers at the sight of this ouch master, but the pilot in you can’t help but admire him as a purely mechanical form, a machine for breaking stuff.
 
You eye the bulges at the calf plates of his durasteel armour. His service pistol isn’t aimed at you, but you’re pretty sure you’d have no chance at outrunning those legs. You’re entirely at this things mercy and have a feeling his imagination for cruelty is far bigger that your average helmethead.
 
He vaults up onto the hood of the speeder with a practiced motion and towers over your prone frame with it’s spent member.
 
He stands there a moment and just heaves air at you.
“You know, I’m getting pretty damn tired of having to chase down you cock jockeys.” He says finally, “maybe I ought to teach you scum a real lesson.” The voice through the helmet is deep and full of cruelty.
 
Holstering his sidearm, he uncouples a stun baton from his belt. Up! He gestures, running the end of it along the inside of your chin. It crackles as he primes the charge. You can smell the collected energy humming right under your nose.

[[ANH: Try to talk your way out of this.]]

[[ANH: Whimper and comply.]]

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ANH: Power down your lifts and submit to this trooper’s will

Captchip — Sun, 02 Jun 2019 02:33:27 GMT

Captchip:

Resigned to your fate as a stormtrooper plaything, you ready yourself for the standard beat down. This isn’t your first Imperial entanglement. The rank in file troops would rather resort to old fashioned corporal punishment rather than plug up their days with processing, and you've been bad enough to know the taste of durasteel trooper boot. With any luck, you'll get out of this with a light caning, and a bruised ego. Hopefully catching you with your cock in your hand won't give this particular buckethead any ideas. 

Your foot hits the air breaks and your speeder decelerates before sputtering dust like a dying dewback. You'd like to cover up and clean the jizz off your windshield, but you know the drill when dealing with these guys. Your cum covered mitts go straight in the air. The best way to get through this with all limbs intact is to become as submissive as possible. Time has thought you that these cornfed bucketbrains are high on cruelty but not particularly imaginative and as long as you don’t resist they’ll grow bored pretty easy.
 
The swoop bike burps to a stop a few feet away. crunch crunch crunch go the jackboots on the desert floor. Your heart pounds at your chest walls like a caged lizard-rodent.

The footsteps stop right behind you. You take a long breath, wholly aware of the unseen shape operating just outside your vision. Clack! go the binders as they lock on to your outstretched wrists. They tighten, and your posture sags with the added weight of them. Pretty forward for a patrol trooper you think, maybe you’ll be in for more than the customary beating.
 

“Looks like I caught another farm kid with his pants down” the trooper chuckles to himself as he rounds the speeders front. “Third One this week”
 
The form that meets your eyes is seven feet tall and half as broad. The breastplate of his uniform is gone, replaced with a geometric weave of leather and ring, pulled tight against defined flesh. Chisel-tipped nipples rise from oiled pecs.
What’s left of his armour seems to be strapped to his body with cable wire. It’s premolded shape doing a poor job of coverage against the sheer expanse of his beefy limbs. 
Your eyes move cautiously downward. Gathered round his waist is a skirt of pain givers. Every brand of stun weapon and vibro-whip find representatives, ready to be implemented at a moments notice.
Perched atop this ugly pile of Shredded flesh, weaponry and torn armour, is the standard issue helmet, polished to a mirror finish, gleaning like a fucking diamond in the midnight moons.

[[ANH: Gulp.]]

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ANH: Cum violently onto your speeder's windshield.

Captchip — Sun, 02 Jun 2019 01:58:58 GMT

Captchip:

Undeterred from the near collisions you continue to rub your dick. You’re imagining yourself being worked over by a particularly skilled Kaminoan. Thin translucent fingers press tight against the base of your shaft, while their head dips on and off of your cock tip with a satisfying pop. 

Finding the path ahead pretty clear, you let go of the repluser control and use the flat of your right hand to work the bulb of your cock. You imagine the Kaminoan’s unbroken gaze as they slide on and off of you. It pushes you straight over the edge. As you release your grip, a rope of chalky gasam fluid cakes the speeder's viewport. Your vision blurs slightly as you metabolize the pulsing aftershocks of your orgasam but before you get a chance to recover fully, you’re shocked back awake by the unmistakable flash of green laser fire sizzling several feet above your head. You reach for the controls with sticky hands and turn your head in the direction of the shooter. A swoop-mounted scout trooper fires another warning shot with his sidearm. It’s wide, but the crackle of laser fire is alarming all the same. "Pull over, womp rat!” you hear him yell through amplified helmet, “or I’ll make this next shot count!”.!
He’s already matched speed with your craft, and is closing in fast.
 
 

Do you:

[[ANH: Power down your lifts and submit to this trooper’s will]] 
[[ANH: Outrun him.]] 
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ANH: Break bad. Steal a speeder and book it to Mos Eisley. You’ve got an itch to scratch.

Captchip — Sun, 02 Jun 2019 01:55:43 GMT

Captchip:

Fuck this, your uncle’s got plenty of droids to keep him company. He doesn’t need your sexually frustrated self around gumming up the refresher drains with your seed. You hop into a nearby speeder, hoping it’s fuel cells have enough charge left to get you out of this dustbowl. Pushing the thrusters, you blast out of the homestead in a flurry of dust and speeder exhaust. So long farm life. 
 
Your speeder bounces across the flatlands towards the pinkish glow of the nearest spaceport. Your veins pump with adrenaline and your cock pulses with excitement.
In a week, you might find yourself rent boy on a pan-galactic pleasure yacht, dutifully swallowing the glands of countless aliens for free passage. Emboldened by endorphins, you free your cock from your pants, slowing working your left hand along the shaft as your right struggles to keep the speeder’s course true. Thankfully you’re a crack pilot.
 
You imagine yourself spit roasted by Duros in low gravity as their prehensile dicks probe at virgin nerves, and your own jizim floats diamond-like in the air around you.
 
 
You imagine yourself bound naked to cold durasteel as Dathomiri witches flay you with vibro-sabers, your mind slowly becoming soupy from force-induced subspace.
 
you imagine riding the orifices of yet discovered creatures, crashing into pleasure piles as sex fluids crest like waves over your twitching body.
 
 
Your hand’s pace intensifies as you approach climax, and your right hand falters slightly, sending the speeder dangerously close to collision with a dewback and a few moisture vaporators before regaining composure. The near miss pulls you back a bit, before your attention returns to your beet-red member, and your excitement ratchets up once again, 
Breathing in the cool night air in excited gulps you fail to notice an imperial swoop sentry spooling up it’s engines...

[[ANH: Calm down and save your seed for some spacer’s hole.]] 
[[ANH: Cum violently onto your speeder's windshield.]] 
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ANH: Settle for a mediocre life on this dirt ball, and go jerk it to Academy Propoganda.

Captchip — Sun, 02 Jun 2019 01:47:22 GMT

Captchip:

You sigh deeply and turn away from the twin orbs tessellating across the sky. "Tatooine is a shithole, but at least I’ve got three square meals and all the Academy Holos I could want” you think. “And at least I’m not strapped to a bantha, soon to be a slave bride to Tusken Raiders”. 
 You imagine your legs stretched tight across the side of the animal and the first Tusken gingerly tickling your pink anus with his gaffi stick. Your loins stir again, but you shake your head. "What’s wrong with me?” You think. And head back into the garage to clean up those droids.

[[ANH: Clean the droids before you go to bed.]]
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ANH: Settle for a mediocre life on this dirt ball, and go jerk it to Academy Propoganda.

Captchip — Sun, 02 Jun 2019 01:46:42 GMT

Captchip:

ANH: Whimper and comply

Captchip — Tue, 07 Nov 2017 02:10:57 GMT

Captchip: Created page with ' Good! She crackles from beneath her helmet, seemly slightly amused. "First let’s see what we’re working with." She says. She seems to assess the scene for a moment, st…'

Good! She crackles from beneath her helmet, seemly slightly amused.

"First let’s see what we’re working with." She says. 
She seems to assess the scene for a moment, staring at the jizz covered viewport and back to your semi naked-ness before ordering you to strip.

[[ANH: Do nothing]] 
[[ANH: Strip.]] 
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ANH: Power down your lifts and submit to this trooper’s will

Captchip — Tue, 07 Nov 2017 02:06:31 GMT

Captchip:

Resigned to your fate as an imperial captive, you ready yourself for the standard beat down. This isn’t your first imperial entanglement. Record keeping is pretty spotty out in the outer rim so the rank in file troops would rather resort to old fashioned corporal punishment rather than ship delinquents off world to detention centres. locals aren’t worth the trouble. With any luck, you'll get out of this with a light caning, and a bruised ego. Your foot hits the air breaks and your speeder slowly decelerates before stopping completely. You’d like to cover up your cock and clean the jizz off the windshield but you know the drill when dealing with these guys. Your sticky hands go straight in the air. The best way to get out of this with all your limbs intact is to become the perfect submissive. You hear the swoop bike descend a few feet away from you, and the crunch of durasteel boots sounds on the desert floor. It isn’t long before the footsteps stop and you feel the pressure and-sharp of snap of binders locking on to your outstretched wrists. It isn’t until you hear the snap that you realize that you dreams of seeing the galaxy are probably over. This trooper isn't interested in just roughing you up. If you survive till tomorrow you’ll limp back to Owen’s and try to explain away your absence. Oh well.
 
 
“Looks like I caught another farm kid with his pants down” the trooper chuckles to herself as she rounds the speeder's front. “Third One this week” She’s pretty brawny for a planetside trooper, you think, momentarily eyeing the bulges behind the calf plates of her armour. Her service pistol is still aimed at you, and even if it wasn’t you’d have no chance at outrunning those legs.
 
She climbs up onto the hood of the speeder, and now seems to tower over you. Holstering her sidearm, she uncouples a stun baton from her belt. "Up!"she gestures, running the end of it along the inside of your chin. It crackles as she primes the charge. You can smell the collected energy humming right under your nose.

[[ANH: Try to talk your way out of this.]]

[[ANH: Whimper and comply.]]

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ANH: Power down your lifts and submit to this trooper’s will

Captchip — Tue, 07 Nov 2017 02:06:09 GMT

Captchip:

Resigned to your fate as an imperial captive, you ready yourself for the standard beat down. This isn’t your first imperial entanglement. Record keeping is pretty spotty out in the outer rim so the rank in file troops would rather resort to old fashioned corporal punishment rather than ship delinquents off world to detention centres. locals aren’t worth the trouble. With any luck, you'll get out of this with a light caning, and a bruised ego. Your foot hits the air breaks and your speeder slowly decelerates before stopping completely. You’d like to cover up your cock and clean the jizz off the windshield but you know the drill when dealing with these guys. Your sticky hands go straight in the air. The best way to get out of this with all your limbs intact is to become the perfect submissive. You hear the swoop bike descend a few feet away from you, and the crunch of durasteel boots sounds on the desert floor. It isn’t long before the footsteps stop and you feel the pressure and-sharp of snap of binders locking on to your outstretched wrists. It isn’t until you hear the snap that you realize that you dreams of seeing the galaxy are probably over. This trooper isn't interested in just roughing you up. If you survive till tomorrow you’ll limp back to Owen’s and try to explain away your absence. Oh well.
 
 
“Looks like I caught another farm kid with his pants down” the trooper chuckles to herself as she rounds the speeder's front. “Third One this week” She’s pretty brawny for a planetside trooper, you think, momentarily eyeing the bulges behind the calf plates of her armour. Her service pistol is still aimed at you, and even if it wasn’t you’d have no chance at outrunning those legs.
 
She climbs up onto the hood of the speeder, and now seems to tower over you. Holstering her sidearm, she uncouples a stun baton from her belt. "Up!"she gestures, running the end of it along the inside of your chin. It crackles as she primes the charge. You can smell the collected energy humming right under your nose.

[[ANH: Try to talk your way out of this.]]

[[ANH: Whimper and comply.]]

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ANH: Cum violently onto your speeder's windshield.

Captchip — Tue, 07 Nov 2017 01:54:42 GMT

Captchip:

Undeterred from the near collisions you continue to rub your dick. You’re imagining yourself being worked over by a particularly skilled Kaminoan. Their thin translucent fingers press tight against the base of your shaft, while their head dips on and off of your cock tip with a satisfying pop. 

Finding the path ahead pretty clear, you let go of the repluser control and use the flat of your right hand to work the bulb of your cock. You imagine the Kaminoan’s unbroken gaze as they slide on and off of you. It pushes you straight over the edge. As you release your grip, a rope of chalky gasam fluid cakes the speeder's viewport. Your vision blurs slightly as you metabolize the pulsing aftershocks of your orgasam but before you get a chance to recover fully, you’re shocked back awake by the unmistakable flash of green laser fire sizzling several feet above your head. You reach for the controls with sticky hands and turn your head in the direction of the shooter. A swoop-mounted scout trooper fires another warning shot with her sidearm. It’s wide, but the crackle of laser fire is alarming all the same. "Pull over, womp rat!” you hear her yell through her amplified helmet, “or I’ll make this next shot count!”.!
She’s already matched speed with your craft, and is closing in fast.
 
 

Do you:

[[ANH: Power down your lifts and submit to this trooper’s will]] 
[[ANH: Outrun her.]] 
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ANH: Try to talk your way out of this.

Captchip — Mon, 06 Nov 2017 04:43:52 GMT

Captchip: Created page with '“Shut your fucking mouth, worm!” she shouts with a sudden and surprising amount anger. She slaps you across the face with the shock baton and you crumple to the floor of …'

“Shut your fucking mouth, worm!” she shouts with a sudden and surprising amount anger. She slaps you across the face with the shock baton and you crumple to the floor of the speeder. You’re up a second later, compelled by the edge of the baton resting again under your chin.

*[[ANH: Whimper and comply]]
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ANH: Power down your lifts and submit to this trooper’s will

Captchip — Mon, 06 Nov 2017 04:40:44 GMT

Captchip:

Resigned to your fate as an imperial captive, you ready yourself for the standard beat down. This isn’t your first imperial entanglement. Record keeping is pretty spotty out in the outer rim so the rank in file troops would rather resort to old fashioned corporal punishment rather than ship delinquents off world to detention centres. locals aren’t worth the trouble. Your foot hits the air breaks and your speeder slowly decelerates before stopping completely. You’d like to cover up your cock and clean the jizz off the windshield but you know the drill when dealing with these guys. Your sticky hands go straight in the air. They like their structure. The best way to get out of this with all your limbs intact is to become perfectly submissive. You hear the swoop bike descend a few feet away from you, and the crunch of durasteel boots on the desert floor. It isn’t long before the footsteps stop and you feel the pressure and-sharp of snap of binders locking on to your outstretched wrists. It isn’t until you hear the snap that you realize that you dreams of seeing the galaxy are probably over. If you survive till tomorrow you’ll limp back to Owen’s and try to explain away your absence. Oh well.
 
 
“Looks like I caught another farm kid with his pants down” the trooper chuckles to herself as she rounds the speeders front. “Third One this week” she’s pretty brawny for a planetside trooper, you think, momentarily eyeing the bulges at the calf plates of her durasteel armour. her service pistol is still aimed at you, and even if it wasn’t you’d have no chance at outrunning those legs.
 
She climbs up onto the hood of the speeder, and now seems to tower over you. Holstering her sidearm, she uncouples a stun baton from her belt. "Up!"she gestures, running the end of it along the inside of your chin. It crackles as she primes the charge. You can smell the collected energy humming right under your nose.

[[ANH: Try to talk your way out of this.]]

[[ANH: Whimper and comply.]]

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ANH: Power down your lifts and submit to this trooper’s will

Captchip — Mon, 06 Nov 2017 04:39:46 GMT

Captchip:

Resigned to your fate as an imperial captive, you ready yourself for the standard beat down. This isn’t your first imperial entanglement. Record keeping is pretty spotty out in the outer rim so the rank in file troops would rather resort to old fashioned corporal punishment rather than ship delinquents off world to detention centres. locals aren’t worth the trouble. Your foot hits the air breaks and your speeder slowly decelerates before stopping completely. You’d like to cover up your cock and clean the jizz off the windshield but you know the drill when dealing with these guys. Your sticky hands go straight in the air. They like their structure. The best way to get out of this with all your limbs intact is to become perfectly submissive. You hear the swoop bike descend a few feet away from you, and the crunch of durasteel boots on the desert floor. It isn’t long before the footsteps stop and you feel the pressure and-sharp of snap of binders locking on to your outstretched wrists. It isn’t until you hear the snap that you realize that you dreams of seeing the galaxy are probably over. If you survive till tomorrow you’ll limp back to Owen’s and try to explain away your absence. Oh well.
 
 
“Looks like I caught another farm kid with his pants down” the trooper chuckles to herself as she rounds the speeders front. “Third One this week” she’s pretty brawny for a planetside trooper, you think, momentarily eyeing the bulges at the calf plates of her durasteel armour. her service pistol is still aimed at you, and even if it wasn’t you’d have no chance at outrunning those legs.
 
She climbs up onto the hood of the speeder, and now seems to tower over you. Holstering her sidearm, she uncouples a stun baton from her belt. "Up!: She gestures running the end of it along the inside of your chin. It crackles as she primes the charge. You can smell the collected energy humming right under your nose.

[[ANH: Try to talk your way out of this.]]

[[ANH: Whimper and comply.]]

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ANH: Power down your lifts and submit to this trooper’s will

Captchip — Mon, 06 Nov 2017 04:39:08 GMT

Captchip:

Resigned to your fate as an imperial captive, you ready yourself for the standard beat down. This isn’t your first imperial entanglement. Record keeping is pretty spotty out in the outer rim so the rank in file troops would rather resort to old fashioned corporal punishment rather than ship delinquents off world to detention centres. locals aren’t worth the trouble. Your foot hits the air breaks and your speeder slowly decelerates before stopping completely. You’d like to cover up your cock and clean the jizz off the windshield but you know the drill when dealing with these guys. Your sticky hands go straight in the air. They like their structure. The best way to get out of this with all your limbs intact is to become perfectly submissive. You hear the swoop bike descend a few feet away from you, and the crunch of durasteel boots on the desert floor. It isn’t long before the footsteps stop and you feel the pressure and-sharp of snap of binders locking on to your outstretched wrists. It isn’t until you hear the snap that you realize that you dreams of seeing the galaxy are probably over. If you survive till tomorrow you’ll limp back to Owen’s and try to explain away your absence. Oh well.
 
 
“Looks like I caught another farm kid with his pants down” the trooper chuckles to herself as she rounds the speeders front. “Third One this week” she’s pretty brawny for a planetside trooper, you think, momentarily eyeing the bulges at the calf plates of her durasteel armour. her service pistol is still aimed at you, and even if it wasn’t you’d have no chance at outrunning those legs.
 
She climbs up onto the hood of the speeder, and now seems to tower over you. Holstering her sidearm, she uncouples a stun baton from her belt. "Up!:, 
She gestures running the end of it along the inside of your chin. It crackles as she primes the charge. You can smell the collected energy humming right under your nose.

[[ANH: Try to talk your way out of this.]]

[[ANH: Whimper and comply.]]

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ANH: Power down your lifts and submit to this trooper’s will

Captchip — Mon, 06 Nov 2017 04:38:28 GMT

Captchip: Created page with 'Resigned to your fate as an imperial captive, you ready yourself for the standard beat down. This isn’t your first imperial entanglement. Record keeping is pretty spotty out in…'

Resigned to your fate as an imperial captive, you ready yourself for the standard beat down. This isn’t your first imperial entanglement. Record keeping is pretty spotty out in the outer rim so the rank in file troops would rather resort to old fashioned corporal punishment rather than ship delinquents off world to detention centres. locals aren’t worth the trouble. Your foot hits the air breaks and your speeder slowly decelerates before stopping completely. You’d like to cover up your cock and clean the jizz off the windshield but you know the drill when dealing with these guys. Your sticky hands go straight in the air. They like their structure. The best way to get out of this with all your limbs intact is to become perfectly submissive. You hear the swoop bike descend a few feet away from you, and the crunch of durasteel boots on the desert floor. It isn’t long before the footsteps stop and you feel the pressure and-sharp of snap of binders locking on to your outstretched wrists. It isn’t until you hear the snap that you realize that you dreams of seeing the galaxy are probably over. If you survive till tomorrow you’ll limp back to Owen’s and try to explain away your absence. Oh well.
 
 
“Looks like I caught another farm kid with his pants down” the trooper chuckles to herself as she rounds the speeders front. “Third One this week” she’s pretty brawny for a planetside trooper, you think, momentarily eyeing the bulges at the calf plates of her durasteel armour. her service pistol is still aimed at you, and even if it wasn’t you’d have no chance at outrunning those legs.
 
She climbs up onto the hood of the speeder, and now seems to tower over you. Holstering her sidearm, she uncouples a stun baton from her belt. Up! She gestures running the end of it along the inside of your chin. It crackles as she primes the charge. You can smell the collected energy humming right under your nose.

[[ANH: Try to talk your way out of this.]]

[[ANH: Whimper and comply.]]

[[Category:Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga]][[Category: Light Side]]{{StarStatus|char=Luke Skywalker|movie=A New Hope}}

ANH: Cum violently onto your speeder's windshield.

Captchip — Mon, 06 Nov 2017 04:29:28 GMT

Captchip: Created page with 'Undeterred from the near collisions you continue to rub your dick. You’re imagining yourself being worked over by a particularly skilled Kaminoan. Their thin translucent finger…'

Undeterred from the near collisions you continue to rub your dick. You’re imagining yourself being worked over by a particularly skilled Kaminoan. Their thin translucent fingers press tight against the base of your shaft, while their head dips on and off of your cock tip with a satisfying pop. 

Finding the path ahead pretty clear, you let go of the repluser control and use the flat of your right hand to work the bulb of your cock. You imagine the Kaminoan’s unbroken gaze as they slide on and off of you. It pushes you straight over the edge. As you release your grip, a rope of chalky gasam fluid cakes the speeder's viewport. Your vision blurs slightly as you metabolize the pulsing aftershocks of your orgasam but before you get a chance to recover fully, you’re shocked back awake by the unmistakable flash of green laser fire sizzling several feet above your head. You reach for the controls with sticky hands and turn your head in the direction of the shooter. A swoop-mounted scout trooper fires another warning shot with her sidearm. It’s wide but the crackle of laser fire is alarming all the same. "Pull over, womp rat!” you hear her yell through her amplified helmet, “or I’ll make this next shot count!”.!
She’s already matched speed with your speeder, and is closing in fast.
 
 
Do you:

[[ANH: Power down your lifts and submit to this trooper’s will]] 
[[ANH: Outrun her.]] 
[[Category:Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga]]
{{StarStatus|char=Luke Skywalker |movie=A New Hope}}

ANH: Break bad. Steal a speeder and book it to Mos Eisley. You’ve got an itch to scratch.

Captchip — Mon, 06 Nov 2017 04:29:09 GMT

Captchip:

Fuck this, your uncle’s got plenty of droids to keep him company. He doesn’t need your sexually frustrated self around gumming up the refresher drains with your seed. You hop into a nearby speeder, hoping it’s fuel cells have enough charge left to get you out of this dustbowl. Pushing the thrusters, you blast out of the homestead in a flurry of dust and speeder exhaust. So long farm life. 
 
Your speeder bounces across the flatlands towards the pinkish glow of the nearest spaceport. Your veins pump with adrenaline and your cock pulses with excitement. You begin to fantasize of the places your choice might find you.
In a week, you might find yourself rent boy on a pan-galactic pleasure yacht, dutifully swallowing the glands of countless aliens for free passage. Emboldened by endorphins, you free your cock from your pants, slowing working your left hand along the shaft as your right struggles to keep the speeder’s course true. Thankfully you’re a crack pilot.
 
You imagine yourself spit roasted by Duros in low gravity as their prehensile dicks probe at virgin nerves, and your own jizim floats diamond-like in the air around you.
 
 
You imagine yourself bound naked to cold durasteel as Dathomiri witches flay you with vibro-sabers, your mind slowly becoming soupy from force-induced subspace.
 
you imagine riding the orifices of yet discovered creatures, crashing into pleasure piles as sex fluids crest like waves over your twitching body.
 
 
Your hand’s pace intensifies as you approach climax, and your right hand falters slightly, sending the speeder dangerously close to collision with a dewback and a few moisture vaporators before regaining composure. The near miss pulls you back a bit, before your attention returns to your beet-red member, and your excitement ratchets up once again, 
Breathing in the cool night air in excited gulps you fail to notice an imperial swoop sentry spooling up it’s engines...

[[ANH: Calm down and save your seed for some spacer’s hole.]] 
[[ANH: Cum violently onto your speeder's windshield.]] 
[[Category:Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga]]
{{StarStatus|char=Luke Skywalker |movie=A New Hope}}

ANH: Take a walk out by the moisture vaporators.

Captchip — Mon, 06 Nov 2017 04:26:45 GMT

Captchip:

You exit the Lars garage and kick pebbles across the desert floor to blow off steam. You’re still angry at your uncle for shutting down your latest bid to join the academy. He’s got to be on to your less that chaste interest in the academy’s holovids. The washboard abs and tightly cut trousers of the empire’s best have been appearing in your dreams for years. Unfortunately, you’ll have to wait another season before you’ll get the chance to peel one out of his flight suit. Bummer. The twin suns of Tatooine bob lower on the horizon. "I’ll never get off this rock”, you think as you stare out at the sunsets. Beyond those gas giants are innumerable stars and among those stars are mouths and mandibles, hands and tentacles, all eager to explore every inch of a fresh faced farm boy from the outer rim. Your pants tent at the thought of the possibilities the galaxy has to offer.
 Do you: 

[[ANH: Settle for a mediocre life on this dirt ball, and go jerk it to Academy Propoganda.]] 
[[ANH: Break bad. Steal a speeder and book it to Mos Eisley. You’ve got an itch to scratch.]] 
[[Category:Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga]]
{{StarStatus|char=Luke Skywalker |movie=A New Hope}}

ANH: Cum violently onto your speeder's windsheild.

Captchip — Tue, 24 Oct 2017 23:10:18 GMT

Captchip:

Undeterred from the near collisions you continue to rub your dick. You’re imagining yourself being worked over by a particularly skilled Kaminoan. Their thin translucent fingers press tight against the base of your shaft, while their head dips on and off of your cock tip with a satisfying pop. 

Finding the path ahead pretty clear, you let go of the repluser control and use the flat of your right hand to work the bulb of your cock. You imagine the Kaminoan’s unbroken gaze as they slide on and off of you. It pushes you straight over the edge. As you release your grip, a rope of chalky gasam fluid cakes the speeder's viewport. Your vision blurs slightly as you metabolize the pulsing aftershocks of your orgasam but before you get a chance to recover fully, you’re shocked back awake by the unmistakable flash of green laser fire sizzling several feet above your head. You reach for the controls with sticky hands and turn your head in the direction of the shooter. A swoop-mounted scout trooper fires another warning shot with her sidearm. It’s wide but the crackle of laser fire is alarming all the same. "Pull over, womp rat!” you hear her yell through her amplified helmet, “or I’ll make this next shot count!”.!
She’s already matched speed with your speeder, and is closing in fast.
 
 
Do you:

[[ANH: Power down your lifts and submit to this trooper’s will]] 
[[ANH: Outrun her.]] 
[[Category:Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga]]
{{StarStatus|char=Luke Skywalker |movie=A New Hope}}

ANH: Cum violently onto your speeder's windsheild.

Captchip — Tue, 24 Oct 2017 23:09:37 GMT

Captchip:

Undeterred from the near collisions you continue to rub your dick. You’re imagining yourself being worked over by a particularly skilled Kaminoan. Their thin translucent fingers press tight against the base of your shaft, while their head dips on and off of your cock tip with a satisfying pop. 

Finding the path ahead pretty clear, you let go of the repluser control and use the flat of your right hand to work the bulb of your cock. You imagine the Kaminoan’s unbroken gaze as they slide on and off of you. It pushes you straight over the edge. As you release your grip, a rope of chalky gasam fluid cakes the speeder's viewport. Your vision blurs slightly as you metabolize the pulsing aftershocks of your orgasam but before you get a chance to recover fully, you’re shocked back awake by the unmistakable flash of green laser fire sizzling several feet above your head. You reach for the controls with sticky hands and turn your head in the direction of the shooter. A swoop-mounted scout trooper fires another warning shot with her sidearm. It’s wide but the crackle of laser fire is alarming all the same. "Pull over, womp rat” you hear her yell through her amplified helmet, “or I’ll make this next shot count”.
She’s already matched speed with your speeder, and is closing in fast.
 
 
Do you:

[[ANH: Power down your lifts and submit to this trooper’s will]] 
[[ANH: Outrun her.]] 
[[Category:Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga]]
{{StarStatus|char=Luke Skywalker |movie=A New Hope}}

ANH: Take a walk out by the moisture vaporators.

Captchip — Tue, 24 Oct 2017 22:30:39 GMT

Captchip:

You exit the Lars Garage and kick pebbles across the desert floor to blow off steam. You’re still angry at your uncle for shutting down your latest bid to join the academy. He’s got to be on to your less that chaste interest in the academy’s holovids. The washboard abs and tightly cut trousers of the empire’s best have been appearing in your dreams for years. Unfortunately, you’ll have to wait another season before you’ll get the chance to peel one out of his flight suit. Bummer. The twin suns of Tatooine bob lower on the horizon. "I’ll never get off this rock”, you think as you stare out at the sunsets. Beyond those gas giants are innumerable stars and among those stars are mouths and mandibles, hands and tentacles, all eager to explore every inch of a fresh faced farm boy from the outer rim. Your pants tent at the thought of the possibilities the galaxy has to offer.
 Do you: 

[[ANH: Settle for a mediocre life on this dirt ball, and go jerk it to Academy Propoganda.]] 
[[ANH: Break bad. Steal a speeder and book it to Mos Eisley. You’ve got an itch to scratch.]] 
[[Category:Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga]]
{{StarStatus|char=Luke Skywalker |movie=A New Hope}}

ANH: Cum violently onto your speeder's windsheild.

Captchip — Tue, 24 Oct 2017 06:53:28 GMT

Captchip:

Undeterred from the near collisions you continue to rub your dick. You’re imagining yourself being worked over by a particularly skilled Kaminoan. Their thin translucent fingers press tight against the base of your shaft, while their head dips on and off of your cock head with a satisfying pop. 

Finding the path ahead pretty clear, you let go of the repluser control and use the flat of your right hand to work the bulb of your cock. You imagine the Kaminoan’s unbroken gaze as they slide on and off of you. It pushes you straight over the edge. As you release your grip, a rope of chalky gasam fluid cakes the speeder's viewport. Your vision blurs slightly as you metabolize the pulsing aftershocks of your orgasam but before you get a chance to recover fully, you’re shocked back awake by the unmistakable flash of green laser fire sizzling several feet above your head. You reach for the controls with sticky hands and turn your head in the direction of the shooter. A swoop-mounted scout trooper fires another warning shot with her sidearm. It’s wide but the crackle of laser fire is alarming all the same. "Pull over, womp rat” you hear her yell through her amplified helmet, “or I’ll make this next shot count”.
She’s already matched speed with your speeder, and is closing in fast.
 
 
Do you:

[[ANH: Power down your lifts and submit to this trooper’s will]] 
[[ANH: Outrun her.]] 
[[Category:Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga]]
{{StarStatus|char=Luke Skywalker |movie=A New Hope}}

ANH: Cum violently onto your speeder's windsheild.

Captchip — Tue, 24 Oct 2017 06:52:47 GMT

Undeterred from the near collisions you continue to rub your dick. You’re imagining yourself being worked over by a particularly skilled Kaminoan. Their thin translucent fingers press tight against the base of your shaft, while their head dips on and off of your cock head with a satisfying pop. 

Finding the path ahead pretty clear, you let go of the repluser control and use the flat of your right hand to work the bulb of your cock. You imagine the Kaminoan’s unbroken gaze as they slide on and off of you. It pushes you straight over the edge. As you release your grip, a rope of chalky gasam fluid cakes the speeder's viewport. Your vision blurs slightly as you metabolize the pulsing aftershocks of your orgasam but before you get a chance to recover fully, you’re shocked back awake by the unmistakable flash of green laser fire sizzling several feet above your head. You reach for the controls with sticky hands and turn your head in the direction of the shooter. A swoop-mounted scout trooper fires another warning shot with her sidearm. It’s wide but the crackle of laser fire is alarming all the same. "Pull over, womp rat” you hear her yell through her amplified helmet, “or I’ll make this next shot count”.
She’s already matched speed with your speeder, and is closing in fast.
 
 
Do you:

[[ANH: Power down your lifts and submit to this trooper’s will]] 
[[ANH: Outrun her.]] 
[[Category:Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga]]
{{StarStatus|char=Luke Skywalker |movie=A New Hope}}

ANH: Settle for a mediocre life on this dirt ball, and go jerk it to Academy Propoganda.

Captchip — Tue, 24 Oct 2017 06:05:55 GMT

Captchip: Created page with 'You sigh deeply and turn away from the twin orbs tessellating across the sky. "Tatooine is a shithole, but at least I’ve got three square meals and all the Academy Holos I coul…'

You sigh deeply and turn away from the twin orbs tessellating across the sky. "Tatooine is a shithole, but at least I’ve got three square meals and all the Academy Holos I could want” You think “And at least I’m not strapped to a bantha, soon to be a slave bride to Tusken Raiders”. 
 You imagine your legs stretched tight across the side of the animal and the first Tusken gingerly tickling your pink anus with his gaffi stick. Your loins stir again, but you shake your head. "What’s wrong with me?” You think. And head back into the garage to clean up those droids.

[[ANH: Clean the droids before you go to bed.]]
[[Category:Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga]]
{{StarStatus|char=Luck Skywalker |movie=A New Hope}}

ANH: Break bad. Steal a speeder and book it to Mos Eisley. You’ve got an itch to scratch.

Captchip — Tue, 24 Oct 2017 05:41:12 GMT

Captchip:

Fuck this, your uncle’s got plenty of droids to keep him company. He doesn’t need your sexually frustrated self around gumming up the refresher drains with your seed. You hop into a nearby speeder, hoping it’s fuel cells have enough charge left to get you out of this dustbowl. Pushing the thrusters, you blast out of the homestead in a flurry of dust and speeder exhaust. So long farm life. 
 
Your speeder bounces across the flatlands towards the pinkish glow of the nearest spaceport. Your veins pump with adrenaline and your cock pulses with excitement. You begin to fantasize of the places your choice might find you.
In a week, you might find yourself rent boy on a pan-galactic pleasure yacht, dutifully swallowing the glands of countless aliens for free passage. Emboldened by endorphins, you free your cock from your pants, slowing working your left hand along the shaft as your right struggles to keep the speeder’s course true. Thankfully you’re a crack pilot.
 
You imagine yourself spit roasted by Duros in low gravity as their prehensile dicks probe at virgin nerves, and your own jizim floats diamond-like in the air around you.
 
 
You imagine yourself bound naked to cold durasteel as Dathomiri witches flay you with vibro-sabers, your mind slowly becoming soupy from force-induced subspace.
 
you imagine riding the orifices of yet discovered creatures, crashing into pleasure piles as sex fluids crest like waves over your twitching body.
 
 
Your hand’s pace intensifies as you approach climax, and your right hand falters slightly, sending the speeder dangerously close to collision with a dewback and a few moisture vaporators before regaining composure. The near miss pulls you back a bit, before your attention returns to your beet-red member, and your excitement ratchets up once again, 
Breathing in the cool night air in excited gulps you fail to notice an imperial swoop sentry spooling up it’s engines...

[[ANH: Calm down and save your seed for some spacer’s hole.]] 
[[ANH: Cum violently onto your speeder's windsheild.]] 
[[Category:Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga]]
{{StarStatus|char=Luke Skywalker |movie=A New Hope}}

ANH: Break bad. Steal a speeder and book it to Mos Eisley. You’ve got an itch to scratch.

Captchip — Tue, 24 Oct 2017 05:40:18 GMT

Captchip:

Fuck this, your uncle’s got plenty of droids to keep him company. He doesn’t need your sexually frustrated self around gumming up the refresher drains with your seed. You hop into a nearby speeder, hoping it’s fuel cells have enough charge left to get you out of this dustbowl. Pushing the thrusters, you blast out of the homestead in a flurry of dust and speeder exhaust. So long farm life. 
 
Your speeder bounces across the flatlands towards the pinkish glow of the nearest spaceport. Your veins pump with adrenaline and your cock pulses with excitement. You begin fantasize of the places your choice might find you.
In a week, you might find yourself rent boy on a pan-galactic pleasure yacht, dutifully swallowing the glands of countless aliens for free passage. Emboldened by endorphins, you free your cock from your pants, slowing working your left hand along the shaft as your right struggles to keep the speeder’s course true. Thankfully you’re a crack pilot.
 
You imagine yourself spit roasted by Duros in low gravity as their prehensile dicks probe at virgin nerves, and your own jizim floats diamond-like in the air around you.
 
 
You imagine yourself bound naked to cold durasteel as Dathomiri witches flay you with vibro-sabers, your mind slowly becoming soupy from force-induced subspace.
 
you imagine riding the orifices of yet discovered creatures, crashing into pleasure piles as sex fluids crest like waves over your twitching body.
 
 
Your hand’s pace intensifies as you approach climax, and your right hand falters slightly, sending the speeder dangerously close to collision with a dewback and a few moisture vaporators before regaining composure. The near miss pulls you back a bit, before your attention returns to your beet-red member, and your excitement ratchets up once again, 
Breathing in the cool night air in excited gulps you fail to notice an imperial swoop sentry spooling up it’s engines...

[[ANH: Calm down and save your seed for some spacer’s hole.]] 
[[ANH: Cum violently onto your speeder's windsheild.]] 
[[Category:Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga]]
{{StarStatus|char=Luke Skywalker |movie=A New Hope}}

ANH: Break bad. Steal a speeder and book it to Mos Eisley. You’ve got an itch to scratch.

Captchip — Tue, 24 Oct 2017 05:39:18 GMT

Captchip:

Fuck this, your uncle’s got plenty of droids to keep him company. He doesn’t need your sexually frustrated self around gumming up the refresher drains with your seed. You hop into a nearby speeder, hoping it’s fuel cells have enough charge left to get you out of this dustbowl. Pushing the thrusters, you blast out of the homestead in a flurry of dust and speeder exhaust. So long farm life. 
 
Your speeder bounces across the flatlands towards the pinkish glow of the nearest spaceport. Your veins pump with adrenaline and your cock pulses with excitement. You begin fantasize of the places your choice might find you.
In a week, you might find yourself rent boy on a pan-galactic pleasure yacht, dutifully swallowing the glands of countless aliens for free passage. Emboldened by endorphins, you free your cock from your pants, slowing working your left hand along the shaft as your right struggles to keep the speeder’s course true. Thankfully you’re a crack pilot.
 
You imagine yourself spit roasted by Duros in low gravity as their prehensile dicks probe at virgin nerves, and your own jizim floats diamond-like in the air around you.
 
 
You imagine yourself bound naked to cold durasteel as Dathomiri witches flay you with vibro-sabers, your mind slowly becoming soupy from force-induced subspace.
 
you imagine riding the orifices of yet discovered creatures, crashing into pleasure piles as sex fluids crest like waves over your twitching body.
 
 
Your hand’s pace intensifies as you approach climax, ad your right hand falters slightly, sending the speeder dangerously close to collision with a dewback and a few moisture vaporators before regaining composure. The near miss pulls you back a bit, before your attention returns to your beet-red member, and your excitement ratchets up once again, 
Breathing in the cool night air in excited gulps you fail to notice an imperial swoop sentry spooling up it’s engines...

[[ANH: Calm down and save your seed for some spacer’s hole.]] 
[[ANH: Cum violently onto your speeder's windsheild.]] 
[[Category:Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga]]
{{StarStatus|char=Luke Skywalker |movie=A New Hope}}

ANH: Break bad. Steal a speeder and book it to Mos Eisley. You’ve got an itch to scratch.

Captchip — Tue, 24 Oct 2017 05:30:45 GMT

Captchip:

Fuck this, your uncle’s got plenty of droids to keep him company. He doesn’t need your sexually frustrated self around gumming up the refresher drains with your seed. You hop into a nearby speeder, hoping it’s fuel cells have enough charge left to get you out of this dustbowl. Pushing the thrusters, you blast out of the homestead in a flurry of dust and speeder exhaust. So long farm life. 
 
Your speeder bounces across the flatlands towards the pinkish glow of the nearest spaceport. Your veins pump with adrenaline and your cock pulses with excitement. You begin fantasize of the places your choice might find you.
In a week, you might find yourself rent boy on a pan-galactic pleasure yacht, dutifully swallowing the glands of countless aliens for free passage. Emboldened by endorphins, you free your cock from your pants, slowing working your left hand along the shaft as your right struggles to keep the speeder’s course true. Thankfully you’re a crack pilot.
 
You imagine yourself spit roasted by Duros in low gravity as their prehensile dicks probe at virgin nerves, and your own jizim floats diamond-like in the air around you.
 
 
You imagine yourself bound naked to cold durasteel as Dathomiri witches flay you with vibro-sabers, your mind slowly becoming soupy from force-induced subspace.
 
you imagine riding the orifices of yet discovered creatures, crashing into pleasure piles as sex fluids crest like waves over your twitching body.
 
 
Your hand’s pace intensifies as your body approaches climax, right hand falters slightly, sending the speeder dangerously close to collision with a dewback and a few moisture vaporators before regaining composure. The near miss pulls you back a bit, before your attention returns to your beet-red member, and your excitement ratchets up once again, 
Breathing in the cool night air in excited gulps you fail to notice an imperial swoop sentry spooling up it’s engines...

[[ANH: Calm down and save your seed for some spacer’s hole.]] 
[[ANH: Cum violently onto your speeder's windsheild.]] 
[[Category:Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga]]
{{StarStatus|char=Luke Skywalker |movie=A New Hope}}

ANH: Break bad. Steal a speeder and book it to Mos Eisley. You’ve got an itch to scratch.

Captchip — Tue, 24 Oct 2017 05:30:02 GMT

Captchip:

Fuck this, your uncle’s got plenty of droids to keep him company. He doesn’t need your sexually frustrated self around gumming up the refresher drains with your seed. You hop into a nearby speeder, hoping it’s fuel cells have enough charge left to get you out of this dustbowl. Pushing the thrusters, you blast out of the homestead in a flurry of dust and speeder exhaust. So long farm life. 
 
Your speeder bounces across the flatlands towards the pinkish glow of the nearest spaceport. Your veins pump with adrenaline and your cock pulses with excitement. You begin fantasize of the places your choice might find you.
In a week, you might find yourself rent boy on a pan-galactic pleasure yacht, dutifully swallowing the glands of countless aliens for free passage. Emboldened by endorphins, you free your cock from your pants, slowing working your left hand along the shaft as your right struggles to keep the speeder’s course true. Thankfully you’re a crack pilot.
 
You imagine yourself spit roasted by Duros in low gravity as their prehensile dicks probe at virgin nerves, and your own jizim floats diamond-like in the air around you.
 
 
You imagine yourself bound naked to cold durasteel as Dathomiri witches flay you with vibro-sabers, your mind slowly becoming soupy from force-induced subspace.
 
you imagine riding the orifices of yet discovered creatures, crashing into pleasure piles as sex fluids crest like waves over your twitching body.
 
Your hand’s pace intensifies as your body approaches climax, right hand falters slightly, sending the speeder dangerously close to collision with a dewback and a few moisture vaporators before regaining composure. The near miss pulls you back a bit, before your attention returns to your beet-red member, and your excitement ratchets up once again, 
Breathing in the cool night air in excited gulps you fail to notice an imperial swoop sentry spooling up it’s engines...

[[ANH: Calm down and save your seed for some spacer’s hole.]] 
[[ANH: Cum violently onto your speeder's windsheild.]] 
[[Category:Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga]]
{{StarStatus|char=Luke Skywalker |movie=A New Hope}}

ANH: Break bad. Steal a speeder and book it to Mos Eisley. You’ve got an itch to scratch.

Captchip — Tue, 24 Oct 2017 05:27:20 GMT

Captchip: Created page with 'Fuck this, your uncle’s got plenty of droids to keep him company. He doesn’t need your sexually frustrated self around gumming up the refresher drains with your seed. You hop…'

Fuck this, your uncle’s got plenty of droids to keep him company. He doesn’t need your sexually frustrated self around gumming up the refresher drains with your seed. You hop into a nearby speeder, hoping it’s fuel cells have enough charge left to get you out of this dustbowl. Pushing the thrusters, you blast out of the homestead in a flurry of dust and speeder exhaust. So long farm life. 
 
Your speeder bounces across the flatlands towards the pinkish glow of the nearest spaceport. Your veins pumps with adrenlaine and your cock pulses with excitement. You begin fantasize of the places your choice might find you.
In a week, you might find yourself rent boy on a pan-galactic pleasure yacht, duitifully swallowing the glands of countless aliens for passage. Emboldened by endorphins, you free your cock from your pants, slowing working your left hand along the shaft as your right struggles to keep the speeder’s course true. Thankfully you’re a crack pilot.
 
You imagine yourself spit roasted by Duros in low gravity as their prehensile dicks probe at virgin nerves, and your own jizim floats diamond-like in the air around you.
 
 
You imagine yourself bound naked to cold durasteel as Dathomiri witches flay you with vibro-sabers, your mind slowly becoming soupy from force-induced subspace.
 
you imagine riding the orifices of yet discovered creatures, crashing into pleasure piles as sex fluids crest like waves over your twitching body.
 
Your hand’s pace intensifies as your body approaches climax, right hand falters slightly, sending the speeder dangerously close to collision with a dewback and a few moisture vaporators before regaining composure. The near miss pulls your attention back a bit, before you turn your attention back to your beet-red member, and your excitement ratchets up once again, 
Breathing in the cool night air in excited gulps you fail to notice an imperial swoop sentry spooling up it’s engines...

[[ANH: Calm down and save your seed for some spacer’s hole.]] 
[[ANH: Cum violently onto your speeder's windsheild.]] 
[[Category:Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga]]
{{StarStatus|char=Luke Skywalker |movie=A New Hope}}

ANH: Take a walk out by the moisture vaporators.

Captchip — Tue, 24 Oct 2017 03:13:00 GMT

Captchip:

You exit the Lars Garage and kick pebbles across the desert floor to blow off steam. You’re still angry at your uncle for shutting down your latest bid to join the academy. He’s got to be on to your less that chaste interest in the academy’s holovids. The washboard abs and tightly cut trousers of the empire’s best have been appearing in your dreams for years. Unfortunately, you’ll have to wait another season before you’ll get the chance to peel one out of his flight suit. Bummer. The twin suns of Tatooine bob lower on the horizon. "I’ll never get off this rock”, you think as you stare out into the sunsets. Beyond those gas giants are innumerable stars and among those stars are mouths and mandibles, hands and tentacles, all eager to explore every inch of a fresh faced farm boy from the outer rim. Your pants tent at the thought of the possibilities the galaxy has to offer.
 Do you: 

[[ANH: Settle for a mediocre life on this dirt ball, and go jerk it to Academy Propoganda.]] 
[[ANH: Break bad. Steal a speeder and book it to Mos Eisley. You’ve got an itch to scratch.]] 
[[Category:Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga]]
{{StarStatus|char=Luke Skywalker |movie=A New Hope}}

ANH: Take a walk out by the moisture vaporators.

Captchip — Tue, 24 Oct 2017 03:11:52 GMT

Captchip:

You exit the Lars Garage and kick pebbles across the desert floor to blow off steam. You’re still angry at your uncle for shutting down your latest bid to join the academy. He’s got to be on to your less that chaste interest in the academy’s holovids. The washboard abs and tightly cut trousers of the empire’s best have been appearing in your dreams for years. Unfortunately, you’ll have to wait another season before you’ll get the chance to peel one out of his flight suit. Bummer. The twin suns of Tatooine bob lower on the horizon. "I’ll never get off this rock”, you think as you stare out into the sunsets. Beyond those gas giants are innumerable stars and among those stars are mouths and mandibles, hands and tentacles, all eager to explore every inch of a fresh faced farm boy from the outer rim. Your pants tent at the thought of the possibilities the galaxy has to offer.
 Do you: 

[[ANH: Settle for a mediocre life on this dirt ball, and go jerk it to Academy Propoganda.]] 
[[ANH: Break bad. Steal a speeder and book it to Mos Eisley. You’ve got an itch to scratch.]] 
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ANH: Take a walk out by the moisture vaporators.

Captchip — Tue, 24 Oct 2017 03:11:15 GMT

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You exit the Lars Garage and kick pebbles across the desert floor to blow off steam. You’re still angry at your uncle for shutting down your latest bid to join the academy. He’s got to be on to your less that chaste interest in the academy’s holovids. The washboard abs and tightly cut trousers of the empire’s best have been appearing in your dreams for years. Unfortunately, you’ll have to wait another season before you’ll get the chance to peel one out of his flight suit. Bummer. The twin suns of Tatooine bob lower on the horizon. "I’ll never get off this rock”, you think as you stare out into the sunsets. Beyond those gas giants are innumerable stars and among those stars are mouths and mandibles, hands and tentacles, all eager to explore every inch of a fresh faced farm boy from the outer rim. Your pants tent at the thought of the possibilities the galaxy has to offer.
 Do you: 

[[ANH: Settle for a mediocre life on this dirt ball, and go jerk it to Academy Propoganda.]] 
[[ANH: Break bad. Steal a speeder and book it to Mos Eisley. You’ve got an itch to scratch.]] 
[[ANH: In the Rebels' secret base on Yavin 4.]]
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{{StarStatus|char=Luke Skywalker |movie=A New Hope}}

ANH: On Tatooine, at your Uncle's farm.

Captchip — Fri, 20 Oct 2017 05:05:30 GMT

Captchip:

*[[ANH: Clean the droids before you go to bed.]] 
*[[ANH: Wait till tomorrow when you go to Tosche Station.]]
*[[ANH: Take a walk out by the moisture vaporators.]]

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