Xander didn’t have the best memories of past birthdays. Unfortunately, his birthday was only a couple of days after Cordelia Chase’s, so their parties were often scheduled for the same day, and given a choice, most of the kids he knew when he was growing up chose Cordelia’s party. He didn’t blame them. If he’d had the option, he’d probably have chosen to go to Cordy’s party too. Even when his parents had tried to put on a good party for him, they usually failed. There was the disastrous Year of the Clown, for example. The only reliable guests at his own parties had been Willow and Jesse so he, and his parents, had pretty much given up on the idea of birthday parties by the time he was twelve. Things had gotten better over the last few years, and he no longer dreaded his birthday. It was Buffy’s birthday that people had come to dread, but he hoped that the Reward would change that.
Anya had taken Xander out to dinner at one of Sunnydale’s finest restaurants. It was the sort of place that insisted that all of their guests wore appropriate clothing, including a jacket and tie for the men; the menu was in French, and the waiters were unfailingly polite; even to people who didn’t know their salad fork from their dinner fork or what sort of wine went best with their boeuf, poisson, or poulet. The restaurant’s sommelier was happy to help them make their selections.
They were both pleasantly buzzed when the taxi dropped them off back at their apartment building where Buffy and Faith had stayed to put the finishing touches on Xander’s birthday present. Anya had called them on the way home, so they were ready to greet them when they arrived at the penthouse.
Buffy and Faith opened the apartment doors just after Xander and Anya got off the elevator. Xander’s first impression was that they were dressed as usherettes from some sex theatre of his dreams. Both were wearing red sequinned tail coats, and little else. The lapels of their coats wrapped around their breasts, pushing them together and up, showing off the tassels dangling from their bare nipples. The tails of the coats hanging down their sides, and backs below the tight waists framed their bare pussies. Both were wearing high heeled, platform soled shoes, and their outfits were capped by matching pillbox hats set at a jaunty angle on their heads.
Buffy and Faith both curtseyed. “Welcome home, Milord, Milady.”
“Thank you, Buffy, and Faith,” said Anya. “Is everything ready?”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Faith. “Everything is just as you ordered.”
Buffy held out a hand with a black silk scarf in it. “Mistress would like for you to wear this, Sir.”
Xander looked aside at Anya, and saw her smiling serenely at him. “She would, would she?”
“Yes, Xander. Please let Buffy blindfold you.”
“Alright.” Xander reluctantly turned his back on Buffy and Faith, taking them out of his field of view. Buffy wrapped the scarf snugly over his eyes, and then spun him around a couple of times, to try to disorient him. He didn’t know why she bothered. He could tell from the feel of the floor under his feet where they were going as she and Faith each took him by an arm, and conducted him into their living room.
Buffy and Faith gave him a couple more spins, both clockwise and counter-clockwise, and then Faith started to undress him. First to go was his sport coat, and then his tie. His belt and shirt followed soon after, and then his pants and underwear were dropped down to his knees. She pushed him back a bit, until he felt the edge of the sofa against his calves, and she gently, but firmly, pushed him down onto it before removing his shoes and socks, and finishing taking off his pants.
While Faith had been undressing him, he heard Buffy helping Anya get undressed too, and he felt Anya settle down on the sofa and snuggle up beside him.
“You can take off the blindfold, now,” said Faith.
Xander removed the scarf, and blinked. The living room had been rearranged. The sofa was now facing the gas fireplace, with shelves on either side of it. One set of shelves contained a stack of electronic equipment: DVD player, sound system, VCR, and other things. He noticed that some items had been swapped out for newer models, and there were a couple of new items, but he couldn’t tell from the sofa just what they were. Buffy was kneeling in front of him, with Faith beside her. She was holding a remote, with a bow on it. “Happy Birthday!”
He looked around quickly and saw that their old TV was gone. He didn’t see a replacement for it. Buffy noticed where he was looking, and held out the remote to him. “Press the ‘Power’ button, Sir.”
Xander smiled as he took the remote, glanced at it to make sure he could see which button to press, pointed it at the stack, and pressed the top left button. Electronic boxes lit up, and he heard a humming sound coming from up near the ceiling. He looked up and saw a white rectangular screen dropping down above the fireplace. The logo for a top of the line DVD player was projected onto the wall that the screen was dropping down to cover. He leaned back and looked up at the ceiling behind him. He saw the projector. “Wow! I wasn’t expecting this!”
They had run all the wires and things needed to install a projector, and a surround sound audio system when they had been redoing the drywall, but Xander didn’t think that they’d be able to afford to actually install a home theatre for another few months.
“It has been a very lucrative month at The Magic Box,” said Anya. “Pre-solstice sales have been very brisk, and Faith contributed a significant portion of the cost.”
“Thank you, both.” Xander put his arm around Anya’s shoulder and pulled her close for a kiss. Then he reached out, grabbed one of the tassels hanging from Faith’s nipples, and used it to pull her to him for her own kiss. “And what was your contribution, Buffy?”
Buffy smiled at him. “Press ‘Play’.”
Xander’s forehead crinkled. He wondered what she might have put in the DVD player for him to watch. He pressed the ‘Play’ button.
“A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away” appeared on the screen. The familiar opening chords of the Star Wars theme filled the room. Only the title that came up on the screen was Star Whores.
“What?” asked Xander. He looked at Buffy again and saw her smiling at him. Had she found some Star Wars themed porn movie for him to watch? He didn’t think anyone would be quite so blatant about making one that they’d even include the John Williams score. Lucas would sue anyone who did that into the next millenium.
“Keep watching,” said Buffy.
“Episode IV, In Enemy Hands” started to flow into the screen, in the familiar crawl. Aside from the title, it looked just like the standard Episode IV opening, until it came to “Pursued by the Empire’s sinister agents, Princess Buffy races home aboard her starship.” He looked at Buffy again, and she was still smiling at him. He went back to reading the opening narration as it flowed into the screen, and as far as he could tell, that was the only change.
The camera panned down to show Tatooine, and Princess Leia’s — Xander revised that thought to “Princess Buffy’s” — star ship flying into frame, exchanging fire with the Imperial Star Destroyer that was chasing it. The scene shifted to the interior of the ship, with its crew preparing to fight the Imperial boarding party. Xander saw that Faith had been added to the crew, matted in beside the other defenders running through the corridor. It wasn’t an ILM quality effect, but he’d seen worse in some low budget TV productions he’d watched. He noticed that the scenes with R2D2 and C3PO had been cut.
Faith took up a position with the other defenders as the ship was tractored into the Star Destroyer’s hanger. The hatch at the end of the corridor blew open, and Imperial Stormtroopers started to pour through, firing their blasters. Rebel defenders dropped like flies to the stormtroopers’ assault, until the few survivors broke, and began to retreat. Faith (or maybe he should be thinking of her as F8TH5X5) stayed with the rear guard, and kept up a steady fire with her blaster. The scene where R2 and 3PO crossed the corridor between the fighting factions wasn’t cut.
Darth Vader entered, breathing ominously; stormtroopers escorted surrendered rebels through the corridors; Vader interrogated the ship’s captain before crushing his throat and throwing him against a bulkhead. He demanded that the passengers be brought to him alive.
Stormtroopers searched the ship. Princess Buffy (in a Leia costume, with her hair done up in twin buns over her ears) and F8TH looked around a corner, blasters in hand. The stormtroopers spotted them, and opened fire. F8TH stepped in front of a blaster bolt to save the Princess, and it hit her in the middle of her chest. Princess Buffy ran, but she was shot in the back by a stun blast.
Princess Buffy was dragged before Darth Vader. Xander was surprised by just how well Buffy was edited into the scene over top of Carrie Fisher. He supposed that it helped that they were both short. The dialog in the scene went just as he remembered it, except it was Buffy playing the Princess’s part.
The scene where Vader was informed of the missing escape pod was replaced by a scene in which F8TH was dumped on a corridor floor, a charred hole in her chest with burnt wires sticking out of it. A black booted foot prodded her. A deep voice, from someone trying to do a Darth Vader impression and not succeeding very well said “Take that for Repair and Reprogramming. The High Inquisitor will have a use for it.”
All of the scenes with the droids and Luke on Tatooine were gone. The story skipped to the arrival of Vader’s Star Destroyer at the Death Star, and the meeting of the officers discussing the dissolution of the Senate.
The scene shifted to a cell on the detention level. Xander could tell that the cell itself was mostly CGI. The quality of the effect was almost as good as what Babylon 5 had managed a few years earlier. Princess Buffy looked up when her cell door opened. Instead of Darth Vader, a woman in a much tighter, and sexier version of an Imperial uniform appeared in the door. The camera started on her stiletto heeled black leather boots, and slowly panned upward along a pair of shapely legs in very tight pants. It continued up to show rows of Imperial rank insignia on the chest of a uniform top that was so tight that it couldn’t be closed properly, and was therefor showing what was probably a very un-regulation amount of cleavage. The pan continued up to show the officer’s face.
“Anyacca?” asked Princess Buffy.
Anya strode into the cell, and slapped Buffy across her face with the riding crop she was carrying. “How dare you call me by that traitorous clone’s name. I am Imperial High Inquisitor Chewbanka!” Xander noticed that a scar had been added to her cheek.
Buffy rubbed her cheek where she had been struck. “She says that you’re the clone.”
The Imperial Inquisitor smacked her again. “I’m sure she’d like to think so, but I care nothing about that bitch’s delusions. I only care about what you can tell me about the location of the Rebel Alliance base.”
Princess Buffy rose her chin in defiance. “Do your worst! I’ll tell you nothing!”
“You say that now, but I think I can make you change your tune. We have ways to make you talk!” Chewbanka looked back toward the door, and Xander expected to see the interrogation droid enter. Instead it was Faith, naked except for a leather slave harness and a droid restraining bolt below her left collar bone, and carrying a covered tray.
“Faith?” asked Buffy.
Faith didn’t react to her voice.
“Your companion droid has been reprogrammed,” said Chewbanka. “She obeys me now, and she has been a fount of useful information.” She whisked the cover off the tray, revealing an assortment of instruments. Xander only recognized some of them: a whip, some screw-clamps that he didn’t think were meant to go on thumbs, an assortment of knives…
Chewbanka turned her attention to Faith. “Prepare the prisoner. I need to consult with Lord Vader for a moment.”
Faith ducked her head. “Yes, Mistress,” she said to Chewbanka’s departing back. Faith stepped closer to Buffy, and took a quick look back over her shoulder to be sure that the High Inquisitor had indeed left. “The Omega Protocol held, Your Highness,” she whispered. “I only told her some of you favourite things. I expect that we are going to be re-enacting your Interrogation Fantasy 4-C, or maybe 6-L. If the sensations become too much for you, might I suggest you use Dantooine, as the location of our base.” While she whispered, Faith attached leather cuffs to Buffy’s wrists and ankles.
“Oh, Faith, I shouldn’t have doubted you for an instant,” said Princess Buffy, “but even if they believe me, it won’t take them long to find out that Dantooine has been abandoned.”
“So then you give them Dagoola IV. We just need to buy some time, Princess.” Faith leaned closer, and her voice became almost inaudible. “Xan Solo with save us.” She finished attaching Princess Buffy’s ankle cuffs to some bolts in the floor, and hooked her wrists to a chain that she pulled down from the ceiling. The chain withdrew, pulling Buffy up with it, until she was left stretched tight in the middle of the cell, dangling from her wrists, and her legs spread wide in an inverted ‘Y’. Buffy was back-lit, so the silhouette of her legs was plainly visible through the fabric of her dress.
Chewbanka came back into the cell. “Why is the prisoner still clothed?”
“Mistress,” said Faith, “the humiliation is greater if there are witnesses.” She stepped behind Buffy, took hold of her dress, and ripped it away.
“Huh,” said Xander. “Lucas was right: there is no underwear in space.”
Chewbanka walked slowly around the Princess, caressing her bare skin with her riding crop. “You have such beautiful skin,” she purred. “It will be a shame to mark it.” She smacked the crop across Princess Buffy’s ass. The Princess writhed in her bonds, but didn’t cry out.
“Good thing the healing nanites in F8TH’s saliva are so effective.” Chewbanka struck each of the Princess’s tits, and this time she did let out gasps of pain.
Chewbanka smiled. “Of course, a proper interrogation doesn’t just use the stick.” She turned her crop around, showing the Princess its phallic handle. She rubbed it down between Buffy’s breasts, across her stomach, down and along her slit. “Or at least, not just one kind of stick.” She pressed the handle up into Princess Buffy’s pussy. Buffy shuddered. Xander could see her muscles tense, but her bonds held her.
The High Inquisitor pumped the handle in the Princess’s pussy while she talked. “You know, I found it quite unbelievable when your companion droid told me how little sexual experience you had, but now I look forward to broadening your horizons.” She pulled the handle free, and held it up to her lips. She licked it. “Hmm, tasty. I am going to enjoy this a lot. DL-D0!”
A droid chirped happily in the doorway. It looked like a slimmer variant on the R2 model droids. It rolled forward, and spun around on its tripod of wheels.
“DL-D0, do your duty!” said Chewbanka. The droid rolled in between Princess Buffy’s legs, a hatch popped open on its top, and a large dildo rose out of it.
“Oh no! You fiend!” said Princess Buffy. “I’ve never … nothing that big!”
The dildo rose up between her legs, while Xander thought that he’d seen Buffy taking dildos that size lots of times. He was treated to a beautiful close up shot of the tip of the dildo coming up against the opening of her pussy, and then starting to spin. “Ooooo!” cried the Princess as the spinning dildo pushed into her.
DL-D0 chirped and beeped quite happily between the Princess’s legs as its spinning dildo pumped up and down in her cunt.
Chewbanka smacked her riding crop across Princess Buffy’s ass, in time with the thrusts of the dildo into her pussy. “I find the combination of pleasure, and pain to be quite effective in loosening a prisoner’s tongue.” She smiled lasciviously. “Later you may be trained in how to put that tongue to proper use, if I can talk Lord Vader out of having you executed. I’m sure that you can be put to a much better use than spreading your ashes over an Imperial garden to help its flowers grow.”
The camera panned around them, giving Xander a lovely view of Princess Buffy from all angles as the dildo droid continued to fuck her pussy, and Chewbanka smacked her ass. After completing a revolution around them, it zoomed in on Buffy’s tits.
“Those need some adornment,” said the High Inquisitor. “Faith, bring the nipple clamps!”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Faith
Xander saw Chewbanka grab one of the Princess’s nipples, pinch it hard, and pull. “Put the clamp on tight,” she ordered the companion droid.
Faith put the clamp around the nipple, and screwed it down tight, causing the Princess to gasp.
While F8TH and Chewbanka ‘tortured’ Princess Buffy on the screen in front of him, Buffy moved in between Xander’s legs, and leaned forward to take his hard cock into her mouth. Beside them, Faith moved in between Anya’s spread legs, and her mouth went down onto Anya’s snatch.
Up on the screen, the ‘interrogation’ of Princess Buffy got more intense. Every time she refused to tell where the Rebel base was located, Chewbanka brought out some new instrument of torture — progressing from riding crops, through paddles, and a cat-o’-nine-tails, and other things that Xander recognized from Anya’s toy cabinet in their bedroom — all things that he knew Buffy had enjoyed being used on her in the past. Chewbanka started to show a sheen of sweat from her work, so she first shed her uniform jacket and blouse, and later her pants, so she was soon working in a black leather bra, and thong. She somehow managed to keep her boots on when the pants came off. The Princess particularly seemed to enjoy it when Chewbanka used a strap-on dildo to fuck her ass, while the DL-D0 droid kept up its relentless fucking of her pussy, but when F8TH started limbering up a bull whip, Xander reached for the remote control, and pressed the ‘Pause’ button. “She isn’t really going to use that on you, is she?” he asked.
Buffy lifted her mouth from his cock, and looked around to see what he was talking about. She was smiling when she turned back to him. “Not really. We used some special effects to fake some of what’s coming up. Faith never hits me full strength with the whip. We used camera angles to hide that she was really just cracking it behind me, or beside me. Any time you see the whip actually hit me, it’s in slow motion to hide that it wasn’t really going very fast, or I did a little CGI work, to make it look like the whip hit me, when it really didn’t. Nearly all the blood is either corn syrup with some food colouring added, or CGI.”
“ ‘Nearly all’?”
“There’s a little bit of real blood, here and there,” said Buffy. “Some of the Reward magic has made me bleed more, like when it pierces my nipples.”
“Alright, then.” Xander hit the ‘Play’ button to continue the movie, and Buffy leaned down over his cock again. It only took a dozen lashes from F8TH’s whip before Princess Buffy cried out “Dantooine! The base is on Dantooine!”
Chewbanka smiled in triumph. “There, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” She turned to F8TH. “I will inform Lord Vader. Clean the prisoner up. We’ll want her looking her best for the execution holo-cameras.” She wheeled about, and strode out of the room.
DL-D0 was still between Buffy’s legs, still pumping away at Buffy’s pussy. F8TH gave it a bit of a nudge with her foot. “That’s enough, you.”
The droid let out a disappointed sounding whoop noise, and the dildo withdrew back into its chassis. F8TH released the chain holding the Princess up, and she sagged down onto into her arms. “Oh, Faith, thank you! I didn’t think I could take much more. How long do you think we have before they find out that Dantooine is abandoned?”
F8TH gently laid Princess Buffy face down on the thinly padded bench in the cell. Blood red lines criss-crossed her back, and ass. “A few hours, at least, Your Highness. It should be long enough. Let me take care of your wounds.” She bent down over Buffy’s ass, and licked it.
F8TH slowly licked along each of the lines of blood, cleaning it from her Princess’s ass, and back, leaving behind pink welts, that quickly faded. F8TH’s licks transformed into kisses, across Buffy’s back, ass, and thighs, and then Buffy rolled over and took F8TH into her arms and started kissing her back.
F8TH slowly kissed her way down to Princess Buffy’s tits, which still had the nipple clamps attached. She smiled up at her Princess. “I know how much you like these, so I’m going to leave them in place, for now.” Just to emphasize how much her Princess was enjoying the pain from the clamps, she added to it with nips from her teeth before continuing down until her face was buried between the Princess’s legs.
While Xander watched F8TH and Princess Buffy making love on the screen in front of him, Buffy had continued sucking on his cock, and Faith was still eating Anya’s pussy. He reached out to pull Buffy up onto his lap. He kissed her as her pussy sank down around his cock.
On the screen, F8TH lifted her face out of Princess Buffy’s pussy. “Your Highness, my sensors indicate that Xan Solo is nearby.” The image froze on the Princess’s delighted expression. “To be continued…” appeared on the screen.
Buffy pulled away from the kiss, but her hips kept moving slowly. “The movie is only part one of your present from me. For part two, we get to play out Xan Solo’s rescue of the Princess, if you’d like. I’ve written out the scenario. All you have to do is follow Mistress’s lead.”
Princess Buffy lay on the hard bench in her cell with F8TH5X5. She heard the sounds of the prison level hatches opening and closing, and the heavy tromp of stormtrooper boots in the corridor outside. They stopped in front of her cell door. Faith pulled away from her and stood across the cell before the door opened.
Imperial High Inquisitor Chewbanka stood in the doorway with an Imperial officer and two stormtroopers behind her. No! It wasn’t an officer! It was Xan Solo wearing an Imperial uniform that was a size too small for him! The Princess looked back at Chewbanka and realized that the scar on her cheek wasn’t in quite the right place, either. It was Anyacca in disguise as well! She barely managed not to cry out in joy.
Anyacca turned and frowned at the stormtroopers. “Wait in the corridor,” she ordered. “I’ll signal when the prisoner is ready for transport.” She pressed the control to close the door.
As soon as the door was closed, Princess Buffy threw herself at Xan Solo. “Oh Xan! I’m so glad you’re here! Faith told me you were coming! I shouldn’t have doubted her!” She kissed him.
Xan kissed her back, hard, before taking hold of her by her shoulders and pushing her away. “We don’t have time for this, now. The real High Inquisitor might be back at any moment.” He pulled a sonic screwdriver (“Someone’s got their ’verses crossed,” he muttered incomprehensibly) out of an inner pocket of his uniform jacket and aimed it at F8TH’s restraining bolt. There was a warbling high pitched whine, and the bolt sparked, and shorted out. It was still attached below F8TH’s collar bone, but now it was inactive.
DL-D0 let out a plaintive blurble-blort.
“Oh Xan! can we take Dildo, too?” asked Princess Buffy. “I’m sure a pleasure droid like him can’t be happy helping Chewbanka torture prisoners.”
“I don’t know,” said Xan. “Can we trust an Imperial droid?”
“He’s a prisoner, too,” said F8TH. “It’s only his bolt that makes him obey Chewbanka’s orders.”
“Alright.” Xan Solo’s sonic screwdriver whined again, and DL-D0’s bolt sparked.
Dildo chirped happily, and spun around a few times on his tripod wheels.
“We don’t have time to screw around!” said Anyacca. “Get the restraints on her!”
“What?” asked the Princess.
“We’ve slipped a prisoner transfer order for you into the Imperial computer banks,” said Anyacca. “It will let us just march you right out of here, but you’ll have to be in restraints.” She held up a set of binders. “Here Xan, put these on her.”
Xan spun Buffy around and placed the restraints around her arms. The first set were designed to be fastened around the arms just above her elbows. They pulled her arms and shoulders uncomfortably back, and had the added effect of making her tits stick out prominently in front of her. A second set of binders went around her wrists. A third set went around her ankles, with a short hobble between them that would limit her to walking with small steps.
“Don’t worry,” Xan told her, running a reassuring hand up her thigh, and over her bare pussy. “These are trick binders. If things go wrong, one good tug, and they’ll all come loose.”
“Are we ready?” asked Anyacca.
“Ready,” said Xan.
“Right!” said Anyacca. “Now remember, those two stormtroopers out there are the real thing. They think that they’re here to escort us to the prisoner transfer ship. If anything goes wrong, we’ll have to take them out first!” She pounded on the cell door. “The prisoner is ready for transport!” she called.
The door hissed open, and Xan Solo prodded Princess Buffy toward the door with his drawn blaster. “Get moving Princess!” he said, his voice dripping with contempt.
“Like this? But I’m naked!”
“Consider yourself lucky that the Emperor wants to question you personally,” said Anyacca. “Otherwise we’d be taking you down to the infantry barracks like that. Some of those men haven’t had shore leave in months. They’d really enjoy having some royal ass to screw.”
“I’d rather screw a regiment, than have your grotty Emperor pawing me,” muttered the Princess as she left the cell. F8TH and DL-D0 followed behind her.
They made up a mini parade with Anyacca and Xan Solo leading the way, Buffy, Faith, and Dildo in the middle, and the two stormtroopers bringing up the rear. They marched along seemingly endless grey corridors, up and down stairways, and rode multiple elevators. All along the way Imperial officers and enlisted personnel stopped to gawk at the naked prisoners. Princess Buffy felt completely mortified by the ordeal; she was totally going to give Xan Solo a piece of her mind for forcing her to submit to this humiliation once they got away … after she was done fucking his brains out because she was also totally turned on by it. She hoped that none of the gawkers knew how wet her pussy was getting.
They came at last to a vast hanger deck. An Imperial Shuttle was parked in the centre of it, with its forward entry ramp extended out and down like a giant tongue. A platoon of stormtroopers were at work off to the side of the hanger, rearranging some stacks of boxes for some unknown reason. Buffy wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t know why they were doing it, themselves. These workers also stopped what they were doing to gawk.
They were half way across the hanger when a shout came from the far side. “Stop them!”
Buffy looked, and saw Chewbanka running toward them, waving a blaster, firing wildly in their direction, but her aim was poor. Buffy yanked at her restraints, and just as Xan Solo had promised, they came apart. She saw Xan and Anyacca drawing their blasters, and spinning around toward her. She and F8TH dropped to the deck as Xan and Anyacca fired over them, into the chests of their stormtrooper guards. Buffy and F8TH scooped up the guard’s weapons.
“It’s the traitor, Anyacca!” shouted Anyacca as she fired her blaster at Chewbanka. Chewbanka dived for cover.
The other stormtroopers in the hanger deck scrambled for their weapons, but they didn’t seem to know who they should be shooting at. Most hesitated, but a few started firing at the escaping prisoners, while some others seemed to have believed Anyacca’s shouted accusation, and fired at Chewbanka.
Princess Buffy returned fire at the stormtroopers who had shot at her.
“No! Run! Run!” yelled Captain Solo. “We can’t afford to get pinned down here! Run for the shuttle!”
Buffy ran for the shuttle, along with F8TH, Xan and Anyacca. DL-D0 brought up a distant rear.
Buffy and F8TH stopped at the top of the ramp, crouched down, and started returning fire at the stormtroopers, who finally seemed to have figured out who they should be shooting at. Captain Solo and Anyacca ran through to the cockpit, and Buffy heard the shuttle coming to life around her. DL-D0 came scooting up the ramp as the shuttle’s point defence systems came on line. Normally meant to protect the shuttle from incoming missiles, or mass driven projectiles, they were also very effective against ground troops. It was the stormtroopers’ turn to start diving for cover.
Buffy hit the button to retract the ramp, and she and F8TH ran to the cockpit. She saw Captain Solo in the pilot’s seat hit a button on the control console, and there was an explosion on the outer hanger wall. The force field over the entry portal flickered, and died. The emergency blast doors started to slam shut, but they jammed, only half closed. The air in the hanger deck whistled through the gap into the vacuum of space. Everyone who wasn’t protected by stormtrooper armour ran for the emergency airlocks.
“It’s going to be tight!” said Anyacca.
“We can make it!” Captain Solo activated the engines, and the shuttle surged forward toward the freedom of space.
Anyacca reached for the control to unfold the wings.
“Not till we’re outside!” yelled Captain Solo, “unless you want to lose a wingtip!”
They flashed through the doors with inches to spare!
“What about their tractor beams?” asked Princess Buffy. “Won’t they just pull us back?”
“Don’t worry, Princess,” said Captain Solo. “We took care of those. That’s part of what took us so long to get to you. No, the only thing we have to worry about are their TIE fighters. You and Faith man the weapons consoles.”
The Death Star was still filling half the sky when the first TIE fighters came diving down on them. Buffy and F8TH took control of the port and starboard weapon control joysticks, and brought their gun turrets to bear. As Buffy pressed the button to fire, she thought that she preferred the older anti-fighter guns on the Falcon. They might not be as efficient, or accurate as those on this top of the line Imperial Shuttle, but there was a certain visceral joy in sitting in the control saddle for them, being swung around in concert with her gun. This was more like playing a video game, and the automatic targeting systems made shooting the incoming fighters like shooting fish in a barrel. There were an awful lot of fish coming after them, though.
“When can we make the jump to lightspeed?” asked F8TH.
“We’re too deep in Alderaan’s gravity well,” said Anyacca. We’ll have to shake these guys off our tail, first.”
“I’ve got a bad idea,” said Captain Solo. He swung the shuttle around and dove back down toward the Death Star. He skimmed along its outer hull, so close that most of its defence turrets couldn’t be brought to bear on them, and those that could only had time to get off one or two shots before they were out of range again. He jinked the ship around so violently that even then, they couldn’t get a decent firing solution.
They still had a swarm of TIE fighters in pursuit, despite their wild gyrations, when Captain Solo began to pull away from the Death Star again. For some reason the defence turrets that now had them in their sights didn’t engage them, and the TIE fighters let them pull farther ahead. They even started to disperse, drawing apart into a ring of ships chasing after them. Even without the pursuing fire, Buffy put maximum power into the rear facing shields.
Princess Buffy brought up the rear display monitor, to look at the receding Death Star. It seemed to be slowly turning, and she saw a huge circular crater becoming centred in its hull behind them.
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” said F8TH.
“No, this is going to be great,” said Xan Solo. “I just hope they let us get a little more distance between us, and them, before they fire. Oh look. Here it comes.”
Green fire started to dance around the rim of the crater. A dozen beams lanced out, focused in a cone of viridescent light. The sky behind them filled with blinding flash, and the shuttle shuddered in the shock wave from the indescribably huge explosion.
“And that’s the other reason that it took us so long to get to you,” said Captain Solo. “Couldn’t leave the Empire with a weapon that powerful, operational.”
“We cross circuited the main power feeds,” said Anyacca. “When they tried to fire the superlaser, it set up a feedback loop that blew up the whole thing. Much better idea than that silly plan of trying to fire a golden BB down a ventilation shaft.”
Most of the TIE fighters chasing them were also destroyed by the Death Star blowing up. They had been closer, and their shields had been angled to protect them from fire from their quarry ahead of them. They’d had no protection to the rear. The few that survived had no fight left in them, and broke off their pursuit. The escaping shuttle had no more molesters as it climbed out of Alderaan’s gravity well, and made the jump to lightspeed.
As soon at they were safely in hyperspace, Princess Buffy and F8TH jumped from their seats at the defensive consoles and converged on Captain Solo and Anyacca. Solo just had time to set the autopilot before he was enveloped in a hug from a naked, grateful Princess who was smothering him with kisses. F8TH was doing the same for Anyacca.
“Oh Xan!” said the Princess. “I was so glad when I recognized you and Anyacca in our cell. How can Faith and I Reward you for your brave rescue?”
Xan Solo lifted her off her feet. “I’m sure I’ll think of something, Princess!” He carried her off toward the main cabin. F8TH swept Anyacca up in her arms, and followed.
This was an Imperial Shuttle, outfitted for the transport of high ranking Imperial officials, maybe even the Emperor himself, so its accommodations were on the ridiculous side of luxurious, even by Princess Buffy’s standards. The Imperial Cabin had an Imperial sized bed, and an attached bathroom that was the largest and most sybaritic that Buffy had ever seen on a space ship.
They were all hot and sweaty from the exertion of the rescue, and there was some residual Death Star odour clinging to their skin, so they started in the bathroom. Buffy and F8TH began by helping Xan Solo and Anyacca out of their stolen Imperial uniforms. Buffy thought that maybe they should send Xan’s ill fitting uniform off to the disposer, but Anyacca had looked surprisingly good in hers. She had duplicated Imperial High Inquisitor Chewbanka’s uniform right down to the leather bra and thong, and high heeled jackboots. She didn’t seem to have mastered the clone’s trick of getting out of her tight pants without taking off the boots, though. Maybe it was some trick of the Dark Side that let Chewbanka do that.
Xan used his sonic screwdriver to remove the restraining bolt from F8TH, and her leather slave harness joined the pile of discarded clothes on the floor. F8TH and the Princess went into the shower chamber first, since F8TH was impervious to cold water, and Princess Buffy enjoyed the shock of it against her skin. Xan and Anyacca waited until they had the water running at just the right temperature before they joined them.
At first they took turns scrubbing down each other’s bodies with fragrant body washes — each of them taking a turn being scrubbed by all of the others. They started with Xan, Buffy and F8TH scrubbing Anyacca from head to toe, followed by Xan being scrubbed by the two women, and the femdroid. Then it was Buffy’s turn for the others to scrub her. Last to be scrubbed was F8TH, to remove the last vestiges of Death Star stink from her synthi-skin and hair.
When the last of the soap was rinsed from their bodies, Princess Buffy dropped to her knees in front of Xan Solo. His cock had been jutting out proudly in front of him from the moment she had removed his pants. It was time to begin Rewarding him in earnest. F8TH got down on her knees in front of Anyacca.
Buffy turned her eyes up to look at Xan Solo’s face as she first licked his cock. She began with light flicks of her tongue across his glans, before taking him in her hand. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock as she gently squeezed him. She brushed her lips across his glans, slid them down his shaft, and licked her way back to the tip. Her lips parted, and she sucked him deep into her mouth.
Xan Solo’s hands closed on either side of her head, holding her in place as his hips pumped, driving his cock deeper into her throat.
Princess Buffy loved the way Xan Solo took command in moments like this. She might be a Princess of Alderaan, and a leader of the Rebel Alliance — able to direct space fleets across the galaxy — but at times like this she could just be. The responsibilities of command went away. She didn’t have to worry if her orders might lead to the deaths of some of her allies, or of innocent bystanders who just happened to get caught in the crossfire of the Rebellion. All she had to do was whatever Xan wanted her to do. And at this moment, that was to suck on his cock until he came into her throat.
Xan groaned, and thrust harder. She felt his cock pulse in her mouth, and his semen in her throat. She swallowed around the cock filling her mouth, nearly gagging on it, until he pulled away.
“Come on,” he said. “You and Faith can dry us off, before we continue this in the bedroom.”
Anyacca had stocked the the Imperial Cabin with all of their favourite things. Xan Solo had Princess Buffy lie back on the bed, and raise her legs high over her head. He picked up the jar of nano-lube, scooped up a generous portion with his fingers, smeared it over her asshole, and onto his cock. He took hold of her ankles, and rammed his cock up her ass.
The nano-lube let him slide easily into her, and it interacted with the sensi-crobes still latent in her system, bringing them back to life, and magnifying all her sensations.
Even without the nano-lube the Princess loved being fucked in the ass by Xan Solo. With it she started to orgasm almost immediately, and she came — again and again — as he pounded her.
Beside them on the bed, F8TH was fucking Anyacca. The retrofit that had converted her from and infiltration and assassin droid had made her a full function companion droid, with an inverting vagina that could transform into a phallus at need. Anyacca was on her knees on the bed, with F8TH fucking her doggie style from behind. F8TH was now fully integrated with Buffy’s sensi-crobes, so when they were activated they shared their sensations. The Princess felt like she was in F8TH’s place, fucking Anyacca with a vibrating phallus, while at the same time she was on her back, with Xan Solo holding her by her ankles, stretching out her legs, and fucking her ass.
It was a good day to be a Princess.
Xan groaned, and bucked harder against her as he came again. He bent down over her, with his cock still in her ass, and kissed her deeply. He rolled to the side, pulling her with him so she was straddling him until his softening cock slipped free. She sat up, reached to the bedside table and drew some wet-wipes from their dispenser. She used them to clean the santorum from Xan Solo’s cock, and her ass.
The indefatigable F8TH was still fucking Anyacca, so Xan and the Princess returned to the bathroom to do a more thorough cleaning of his cock, and her ass. When they got back, Anyacca and F8TH were collapsed together across the bed. F8TH was still up for more, but it seemed that Anyacca had temporarily reached her limit. Buffy lay on the bed and wrapped herself around Anyacca, for a cuddle and some kissing while Xan pulled F8TH to him. The Princess was still linked with her companion droid, so she felt it as F8TH started to suck his semi flaccid cock.
Anyacca wasn’t totally exhausted, so their kisses became more intense. The Princess slid her hand down over the beautiful space pirate’s pussy, and slipped a couple of fingers into her. Anyacca’s thigh came up between her legs, pressed at the Princess’s pussy as they kissed, and Buffy’s fingers curled and uncurled inside her. Their breasts pressed together. The Princess could taste Anyacca’s mouth, while at the same time her sensi-crobe link with F8TH was feeding her the taste and feel of Xan Solo’s cock in her mouth, and F8TH’s phallus was still vibrating, feeling like it was deep in her pussy.
Anyacca rolled Buffy over onto her back, and swung herself around so that her snatch came down on the Princess’s mouth. Her own mouth came down on Buffy’s pussy. They lay together, eating each other while the Princess felt Xan Solo’s cock swelling again from F8TH’s oral ministrations.
Xan Solo pulled himself away from F8TH’s mouth, and Buffy felt the droid’s disappointment at the loss. He moved himself to the head of the bed, and Buffy could see his restored erection moving in on his first mate’s cunt. His hands on Anyacca’s hips lifted them away from Buffy’s lips, and he plunged into her.
Xan pulled back his hips, until just the head of his dick was touching Anyacca’s pussy lips, and then he pressed forward again. Anyacca arched her back as she screamed in pleasure, clearing Buffy’s pussy for F8TH’s fantastic vibrating phallus to plunge into it.
The completion of a successful caper always left Captain Solo in a nearly insatiable state of arousal, and Anyacca was nearly as bad (or good — she was soooo good.) F8TH, as a droid, was was even more insatiable than Captain Solo or his First Mate, and she was programmed to serve the Princess’s every need.
Princess Buffy felt like she’d died and gone to heaven. She was in a state of nearly continuous orgasm. Her pussy was being pounded by her faithful companion droid, and with the sensi-crobe link to F8TH — who was more of a person than many biological beings she knew — all the sensations were doubled. She was penetrating, and being penetrated. When F8TH’s vibrating phallus entered her pussy, she felt like she was both the fucked, and the fucker. Anyacca’s nails sinking into the synthi-flesh of F8TH’s tits felt like they were sinking into Buffy’s as well. That pain was the perfect compliment to the sweetness of F8TH and Anyacca’s kisses. Captain Solo was screwing his first mate, where the delicious nectar from Anyacca’s pussy dribbled down over Buffy’s face, and into her open mouth. She only had to raise her head a bit to be able to lick at that delectable snatch, and at Xan’s wonderful cock and balls.
Xan Solo groaned and bucked hard, driving himself deep into Anyacca’s snatch. He pumped his hips a few more times, and Anyacca’s nectar was joined by a gush of his jizz.
They all collapsed into a pile of naked and sweaty bodies on the bed. Princess Buffy and F8TH took turns licking Captain Solo and Anyacca clean, while their tongues cleaned Buffy and F8TH. Xan Solo rolled over onto his back, and signed in contentment. “Thank you all, for the best birthday ever!”
Buffy blinked. She was herself again. She was lying on the bed in Xander and Anya’s room, entwined with them and Faith. She started to flush in embarrassment over what they’d just done — not the sex. The sex, while mind blowing, by itself was coming to be pretty par for the course — She couldn’t believe that Xander had paraded her and Faith up and down the stairways, elevators and halls of their apartment building, naked. She was embarrassed by it, but it had also contributed to the incredible hotness of the sex that followed. She didn’t know whether she was relieved, or disappointed that it was late in the evening, and the hallways had all been empty.
She was a little surprised that Xander had gone through with it. Her rescue scenario had included them being paraded through the Death Star corridors, but she had half expected Xander to take the option of having them walk around in their apartment, and out on its balconies. That he would take them out of the apartment, and through the building wasn’t something that she’d been sure that he’d do. She’d written the script without specifying just where they would go, leaving that choice up to Xander.
Xander sat up, and looked down at her. His eyes came to rest on her tits, with her nipples still pinched in their clamps. “Let me take care of those.”
Buffy had almost forgotten about them, but the sudden freeing of pressure as Xander released the clamps, sent fresh waves of exquisite pain rushing out from her nipples.
Xander smiled, and leaned down over her breasts. His lips and tongue gently massaged her tortured nipples as the flow of blood through them was restored, and the pain slowly faded.
“Come on,” he said. “I think we can all use another shower.”
“Are you saying we stink?” asked Anya.
“No. You are delightfully aromatic,” said Xander. “I stink.”
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