TPM: That saying about clothes looking better on the floor? You figure they'd look better ejected into space...
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| - | Ignoring the young woman's pleas and wails of protest, you seize a fistful of her hair and pin her to the wall. You grab the robe's fluffy collar and tear it away, soon are stripping the terrified queen of her eye-searingly awful attire and casting it over your shoulder onto the deck. Once your task is completed you gather up the bale of (no-doubt ridiculously expensive) clothing, stuff it into an ejection tube and with the press of a button, launch | + | Ignoring the young woman's pleas and wails of protest, you seize a fistful of her hair and pin her to the wall. You grab the robe's fluffy collar and tear it away, soon you are stripping the terrified queen of her eye-searingly awful attire and casting it over your shoulder onto the deck. Once your task is completed you gather up the bale of (no-doubt ridiculously expensive) clothing, stuff it into an ejection tube and with the press of a button, launch it into space. |
You turn back to the now-naked queen. Tears of fear and humiliation trickle down her face, smearing her plaster-white makeup as she tries to wipe them away without moving her hands from where they struggle to trying to hide her nudity. The queen's red-robed handmaidens are all trying to squeeze themselves into a corner, desperate to keep away from you and to not suffer the fate of their monarch. The thought enters your head that it would be unfair for the Queen to have to suffer whilst her lowly handmaidens are untouched. You march over to the one at the front, the one the others seem to be trying to hide behind, and yank off her hood, letting her long brown hair fall down. She makes a grab for your wrist as you reach for the front of your robe, but you flick her hand away and rip the front of the orange robe open. The girl yelps and springs back, trying to cover herself as you snag the hem of her robe and tear that off too. This has the amusing side-effect of pulling the girl's legs out from under her, and she falls flat on her back with a painful-sounding ''smack'' sound. | You turn back to the now-naked queen. Tears of fear and humiliation trickle down her face, smearing her plaster-white makeup as she tries to wipe them away without moving her hands from where they struggle to trying to hide her nudity. The queen's red-robed handmaidens are all trying to squeeze themselves into a corner, desperate to keep away from you and to not suffer the fate of their monarch. The thought enters your head that it would be unfair for the Queen to have to suffer whilst her lowly handmaidens are untouched. You march over to the one at the front, the one the others seem to be trying to hide behind, and yank off her hood, letting her long brown hair fall down. She makes a grab for your wrist as you reach for the front of your robe, but you flick her hand away and rip the front of the orange robe open. The girl yelps and springs back, trying to cover herself as you snag the hem of her robe and tear that off too. This has the amusing side-effect of pulling the girl's legs out from under her, and she falls flat on her back with a painful-sounding ''smack'' sound. | ||
Current revision as of 04:54, 23 December 2015
Ignoring the young woman's pleas and wails of protest, you seize a fistful of her hair and pin her to the wall. You grab the robe's fluffy collar and tear it away, soon you are stripping the terrified queen of her eye-searingly awful attire and casting it over your shoulder onto the deck. Once your task is completed you gather up the bale of (no-doubt ridiculously expensive) clothing, stuff it into an ejection tube and with the press of a button, launch it into space.
You turn back to the now-naked queen. Tears of fear and humiliation trickle down her face, smearing her plaster-white makeup as she tries to wipe them away without moving her hands from where they struggle to trying to hide her nudity. The queen's red-robed handmaidens are all trying to squeeze themselves into a corner, desperate to keep away from you and to not suffer the fate of their monarch. The thought enters your head that it would be unfair for the Queen to have to suffer whilst her lowly handmaidens are untouched. You march over to the one at the front, the one the others seem to be trying to hide behind, and yank off her hood, letting her long brown hair fall down. She makes a grab for your wrist as you reach for the front of your robe, but you flick her hand away and rip the front of the orange robe open. The girl yelps and springs back, trying to cover herself as you snag the hem of her robe and tear that off too. This has the amusing side-effect of pulling the girl's legs out from under her, and she falls flat on her back with a painful-sounding smack sound.
The others protest, one of them even tries to fight you off; but at the end of the day, they're a trio of girls barely into puberty, and you're a Dark lord of the Sith. Their fear becomes your strength as you easily disrobe them and cast their clothing into the vacuum, leaving not to much as fabric between their trembling young flesh and you...
TPM: ORGY Time!
TPM: Royalty first, let her have your manhood!
TPM: Go grab a handmaiden, you've earned a warmup!
TPM: Business calls, you go to the cockpit to set a course.
| Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga |
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| Darth Maul |
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| The Phantom Menace |
