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[[Category: Star Wars: Your Slave, Leia]] | [[Category: Star Wars: Your Slave, Leia]] | ||
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The dry air of the desert world of Tatooine permeates the palace. A low hum of conversation hovers in the room. Just last year, in a coup worthy of legend, you killed the Crime Lord Jabba the Hutt in your intergalactic conquest. As is your right, you claimed his palace, his wealth, and his vast array of women, of all races, as your own.
Smirking, you glance at the slab of carbonite hung in a special alcove at the end of the grand hall. Captain Han Solo, rebel champion and love interest of the Princess Leia Organa. Thinking of her name, you raise your hand and motion to one of the guards. Instantly, the Princess is brought out, dressed in a thong with drapery and a tight bra with metal inlay. Her breasts threaten to cascade over the lip of the bra, and you notice a small quiver of her lip as she looks up at you. Her eyes, however, are still resolute and defiant.
In other words, you think to yourself, she has some fight in her. Looking at the fine skin, the long hair, the moist lips parted just so, the firey eyes.... you feel you cock harden in your trousers, throbbing and desiring to be serviced by such a slave.
You motion your newest slave forward. She stands there, defiant. The hum of conversation dies down, silence reigning as you decide what to do with the Princess.
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