ANH: Power down your lifts and submit to this trooper’s will
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“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. | “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. | ||
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| - | 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 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!: <br> 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. |
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Revision as of 04:39, 6 November 2017
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.
| Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga |
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| Luke Skywalker |
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| A New Hope |
