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Episode VIII: Admiral Intentions

“Ahhhh!” Ysanne Isard sighed with satisfaction as the last tremors of orgasm shook her naked, sweat-slick body. She leered down at Kyle Katarn beneath her.

“Nnnngh!” Kyle grunted in agreement, his aching body straining with excruciating ecstasy. He felt his cock convulse inside the tight, hot confines of Isard’s sheath, but his loins had been emptied long ago. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had anything left. It had to have been a few hours before Isard had shot the stormtrooper, but how long ago was that? Hours? Days? He couldn’t be certain.

“That was…” Isard blinked, her eyes fluttering as though she were about to faint. She shook her head, taking a deep breath and fixed Kyle with her red and blue eyed stare. “You and I are going to get along fine.”

She finally dismounted him, falling beside him on the bed. For a few minutes they simply stared up at the ceiling, breathing heavily. Kyle looked down to see his manhood still completely erect and twitching with anticipation. Every muscle in his body was sore, and he felt completely exhausted, yet he knew he could go another hundred rounds. Whatever had been in that aphrodisiac the interrogation droid had administered, it was still working miracles.

Isard sat up, looking wistfully at Kyle’s erect cock for a moment before willing herself to swing her legs over the side of the bed and stand shakily to her feet. She addressed the interrogation droid, which had been floating silently beside them the entire duration.

“I’m done with him for now.” She said. The cool, calculating tone once again in her voice.

The droid hovered toward Kyle, extending its syringe toward his arm. Kyle winced as the droid administered the shot, but immediately felt relief as he saw his cock finally begin to soften.

“You will rest now.” Isard ordered briskly, gathering up her red uniform from the floor. “I must make arrangements for our departure.”

“Departure?” Kyle asked, careful not to sound suspiciously inquisitive. He decided to pursue a safe course of questions. “Are we going after the Rebels?”

“Your revenge will come in due time.” Isard said as patiently as she could. She turned to the droid. “Have him in my private hangar in five hours.”

The droid made an affirmative bleeping.

“Rest while you can.” Isard gave Kyle a smile that sent shivers down his spine. “You’re going to need it.”

* * *

After a few hours of deep, restful sleep, Kyle was jolted awake by the interrogation droid’s energy prod poking his side, sending a painful electric shock through his body. Kyle cursed harshly and had to restrain himself from rushing the droid and pulling out its motivator.

Kyle washed and cleaned himself up. The droid directed him to a closet where he found an Imperial uniform. Kyle checked the design and markings and realized it denoted a fairly high rank in the Ubiqtorate, the most powerful and highly placed division of Imperial Intelligence. Kyle wondered why Isard would give him this uniform. He reasoned that it was unlikely that Isard planned to simply put a hood over his head whenever she needed him moved, and disguising him as one of her subordinates would be a convenient cover.

As soon as Kyle was dressed the droid led him to a turbolift at the back of Isard’s quarters. The trip was quiet and lengthy, with only the interrogation droid’s humming repulsorlift. Presently the lift came to a stop and the doors slid open to reveal Isard’s private hangar.

It was a small affair, large enough to berth a single transport. Kyle had expected a typical Lambda-class shuttle, but instead he was greeted with the sleek lines of a jet-black Xg-1 Star Wing Assault Gunboat. It vaguely resembled the Lambda shuttle, having a tri-wing design, but was considerably more compact, with missile pods on either side with their own secondary stabilizer wings.

Isard was standing beside the open cockpit, wearing a flightsuit over her red uniform. She turned to face Kyle as he and the droid approached.

“Excellent.” Isard nodded with approval as she looked Kyle up and down. “You wear that uniform well. You have military experience?”

Kyle felt his stomach flip. He cursed himself silently, realizing that wearing the uniform had brought back some of his stormtrooper training, keeping his back straight and his steps neat and precise. It was a dead giveaway, and he should have known better. His mind raced for an explanation, but Isard beat him to it.

“Your former mistress was wise to have you trained in combat.” Isard mused. “To have a bodyguard at all times, even in bed, is a brilliant tactical advantage.”

“I am only… competent, Madam Director.” Kyle said with a tone of modesty. He suppressed a relieved sigh. He could not have come up with a better cover-story himself. “Hand to hand combat training and just rudimentary blaster proficiency.”

“Let’s see.” Isard said, pulling out a blaster pistol from a holster on his hip. She handed him the weapon and stepped back. She held Kyle’s gaze and then said suddenly, “Kill him.”

It took a split-second for Kyle to realize she had just ordered the interrogation droid to kill him. Time seemed to dilate. He heard the droid’s hum change in tone as it rotated toward him, and he could discern the chilling buzz of its disruptor charging up. Kyle spun on his heel and dropped to his knee and a bolt burned through the air above him where his head had been a moment before. He brought the blaster up and fired once, the red bolt gutting the droid in a hail of sparks.

“That will do nicely. Very well done.” Isard grinned. “I dare say you probably enjoyed that.”

“Yes, Madam Director.” Kyle got to his feet, handing back the blaster. Isard had been fully prepared to let the droid kill him just to test his reflexes. She was cold to the core, but she had been so passionate in bed. She was as contradictory as her eyes. Blue and red, cold and hot.

She reached into the cockpit and tossed him a flightsuit. He pulled it on and they climbed into the gunboat. The craft had been retrofitted to seat two, one right behind the other. Isard took the front seat and Kyle the back. The canopy closed and within minutes they were airborne, flying over the Imperial City’s endless sprawl. Isard took the gunboat up into space and they jumped to light speed.

“When we arrive at our destination, you will remain silent.” Isard spoke to him over her shoulder. “Just look stern and menacing.”

“Yes, Madam Director.” Kyle acknowledged.

“Feel free to get some sleep.” Isard said. “I know I will.”

Having no way to know where they were headed while is hyperspace, Kyle knew there was no harm in resting. He waited until Isard’s breathing became deep and regular and allowed himself to drift off.

He was woken by the navicomputer chirping their imminent arrival. He stretched as best he could in the confines of the cockpit and Isard yawned in front of him, sitting up straight in her chair and checking the instruments.

The stars slid back into place as they decelerated to sub light. Kyle’s eyes went wide as he realized that there was no star field in front of them, only black. Kyle glanced to starboard and port and saw glittering stars, but in front of them was only an impenetrable darkness. He opened his mouth to ask where they were when he caught sight of a stream of ionized gas swirling ahead, spinning into the darkness like water down a drain.

They were heading toward a black hole, and likely more than one from the sheer size of the darkness in front of them. Kyle looked over Isard’s shoulder and was shocked to see her release the flight stick. The gunboat moved forward, angling slightly to starboard even though Isard’s hands were no where near the stick. She had set the craft to an automated flight path.

As the stars began vanishing around them, Kyle hoped that whoever had written this flight path had known what they were doing. The flight seemed interminable, as they flew deeper into what was obviously a great many black holes. Soon it was obvious where they were.

The Maw Cluster.

It seemed impossible. The Maw was a bizarre cluster of black holes near the planet Kessel, and was believed impossible to navigable by any sane pilot. Obviously, the Empire had found a safe path. But why fly through a deathtrap? Then he saw it.

An elaborate space installation appeared in front of them out of the darkness. Kyle could hardly believe it; the Empire had built a base inside the Maw Cluster!

“Identify yourself or be fired upon.” A voice crackled over the comm.. Isard punched a few keys on the console and opened a channel.

“Director Ysanne Isard.” She said with obvious pride. “Transmitting codes now.”

“Acknowledged.” The voice said, suddenly sounding subdued. “Welcome to Maw Installation, Madame Director.”

Isard did not bother to reply and brought the gunboat around toward the station’s main hangar. As the gunboat turned, Kyle caught site of a structure out of the corner of his eye that nearly knocked the wind out of him; a spherical superstructure hanging in the darkness near the base. Kyle had studied the Death Star plans he had captured fairly closely, and he was certain that this was a prototype of some sort. Could he really be that fortunate? Had Isard really just flown him to the heart of the Empire’s most secret weapon’s facility?

The gunboat settled into the hangar, its wings folding up gracefully as it came to rest. Isard opened the canopy and Kyle followed her out. They were met by a squad of stormtroopers in parade formation. The formation split apart, and Kyle was shocked to see a woman stepped forward.

She was just a few inches shorter than Isard and Kyle, but she carried herself with such pride that she seemed to dwarf the troopers behind her with sheer presence. Her long copper hair was woven neatly at the back and the braid lay over her right shoulder. Her green eyes were alert but calm, and her face was beautiful with strong cheekbones and a gentle chin. Her uniform, to Kyle’s amazement, was that of an admiral.

“Admiral Daala.” Isard gave her a strained smile, extending her hand.

“Director Isard.” Daala took her hand, but she did not return the smile, fake as it was. “What brings us the honor of your visit? Is the Death Star experiencing problems?”

“Not at all.” Isard waved away her concern. “The Death Star is exceeding all expectations. The Rebellion will have no place to hide.”

“As it should be.” Daala nodded, a faint glimmer of a smile playing across her face. She finally turned to Kyle.

“This is my assistant.” Isard said smoothly. “Commander Kyle.”

“Commander.” Daala inclined her head.

“Admiral.” Kyle said, bringing himself to attention.

“The Commander has proven himself incredibly able.” Isard said, giving Daala a significant look. “He is tireless and pursues his objectives… vigorously.”

“Indeed?” Daala nodded, glancing up and down Kyle. He had the distinct impression that she was undressing him with her eyes. He didn’t mind, as he had done the same to her. Her uniform did little to disguise an athletic and well endowed female figure.

“I am here to inspect the installation.” Isard spoke loudly, and Kyle could see the troopers stiffen in fear. “Commander Kyle will… liaise with you directly.”

“Understood, Madame Director.” Daala saluted smartly and motioned for Kyle to follow her as she strode toward the exit.

Kyle followed, glancing at Isard and seeing a satisfied smirk twisting her lip. Admiral Daala led him down a corridor, walking briskly enough that Kyle had to quicken his step to keep up; surprising given that he was taller. He could tell just from her walk that Daala was a consummate soldier, moving with purpose at all times.

They reached the end of the corridor and stepped through a blast door, behind which was a utilitarian office. The centerpiece of the room was a simple, sleek black desk in front of a window that stretched from floor to ceiling and ran the six meter width of the room. Beyond the transparisteel was the impenetrable darkness of the Maw, punctuated by swirling plasma. Kyle once again spotted the Death Star prototype floating off in the distance.

The blast door hissed shut behind them and Admiral Daala turned to face Kyle. She clasped her hands behind her back, squaring her shoulders. Kyle snapped to attention, keeping his back straight and eyes forward.

“Interesting.” Daala arched an eyebrow. “I didn’t expect a sex-slave to have military training.” She smiled tightly. “Oh, but Isard has always been one to look for versatility. She’ll probably have you as her personal body guard sooner or later. A man who is competent watching your back is even more useful when he’s just as effective between your legs.”

“Admiral.” Kyle nodded, acknowledging the odd compliment.

“I appreciate the adherence to protocol.” Daala inclined her head. “Now, I know why Isard brought you here, but I need to verify a few things first. Take off your clothes.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Kyle swallowed and began undressing. Daala watched calmly, hand in wrist at the small of her back. Kyle discarded the top of his uniform, revealing his chiseled abs and defined pectorals.

“Very nice.” Daala nodded with approval as Kyle pulled off his trousers, leaving him in only his undergarments. “You certainly are in magnificent shape. Leave the rest on for a moment.”

Kyle stood in just his meager undergarment and stood at attention as Daala approached him. She reached out, letting her right hand slide over Kyle’s hard chest, feeling the contours of his muscles. She walked behind him, sliding her hand across his muscular back, her eyes scanning him carefully.

“An excellent specimen.” She concluded, coming to a stop in front of him. “Now the rest.”

Kyle reached down and pulled off his undergarment, exposing himself. He could not help but mentally grin with amusement when Daala’s eyes widened.

“I see why Isard thought to bring you here.” Daala said, her breathing noticeably shallower. She managed to stand even straighter, resorting to military discipline to maintain her composure. “A proper inspection is in order, I think.”

Daala stepped forward and reached down, grabbing Kyle between the legs in a forceful grip. Kyle grunted, but not from pain. Daala cupped his sac in her warm palm, massaging his testicles firmly.

“Good.” Daala nodded approvingly. “Sufficient ammunition capacity.”

Her hand moved up and she grabbed the base of Kyle’s cock, making a fist. Kyle felt himself hardening, and within a few moments his member was fully erect. He saw Daala’s throat quiver as she swallowed hard.

“Excellent response time.” She said, her voice becoming breathier. She ran her fist along the entire length of Kyle’s shaft. “It seems to be in perfect condition. Impressive length, and girth as well. But if weapon research has taught me anything, it is that size is only part of the equation.”

“Well then, Admiral.” Kyle said quietly. “May I suggest a practical demonstration?”

“You will find, Commander,” Daala arched an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling. “That I reward initiative in my officers.”

Kyle moved smoothly, his arms wrapping around Daala’s back and thighs and sweeping her off her feet. Daala did not even flinch, and she held his gaze steadily as he carried her to her desk. He set her down on the polished black surface and she lay back on her elbows, her knees hanging over the edge, her eyes still calmly watching him. Kyle quickly untied her belt and pulled off her uniform’s trousers, and Daala reached down and pulled the top up and over her head, tossing it aside.

Daala now wore only a grey set of undergarments, and Kyle unsnapped her grey bra, revealing her full breasts. Her bust was more modest than Isard's, but only by a slight margin. Her hips were shapely and overall her figure was very striking. Kyle was quick to pull her lower undergarments off, revealing a coppery patch between her lovely legs. Kyle was surprised to see her arousal already glistening at her cleft. Her demeanor was still calm and collected, but her body was already ahead of the game.

“Permission to begin, Admiral?” Kyle asked. His cock was twitching with anticipation just a few inches from Daala’s entrance.

“Permission granted, Commander.” Daala nodded, eyeing Kyle’s hard cock.

Kyle reached down and guided himself into her. Daala inhaled sharply as she felt Kyle’s thick shaft sink, inch after inch, inside her. Her breasts heaved with deep breaths, her eyes watching intently as Kyle sank his cock up to the hilt inside her.

For his part, Kyle was already enjoying himself immensely. Daala felt great, her inner flesh was hot and tightly wrapped around his pulsating cock. He let her adjust to having him inside her, and he watched her green eyes glint with desire.

“Preliminary report is...mmmm... promising.” Daala said, her voice strained with suppressed pleasure. She ran her tongue over her lips, looking down over her breasts at Kyle’s defined abs. “Now for a full power test.”

“Yes, Admiral.” Kyle nodded. He reached down and grasped Daala’s waist with his strong hands. He pulled back, leaving just the head of his cock inside Daala’s nether lips. He locked gazes with her and then began thrusting in earnest.

“Uuungh! Oh! Mmmm!” Daala moaned, biting her lower lip as Kyle pumped between her legs with the power of a wild gundark. She clutched at edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white as her grip tightened with each forceful thrust. Her butt slid slightly, squeaking against the smooth surface. Daala could not contain a short squeal of laughter, hearing her naked flesh squeaking on her desk. "Ha! Aaaaah! Increase power!"

"Nnngh! Acknowledged!" Kyle gritted his teeth and stopped thrusting. He widened his stance, bending his knees, and reaffirmed his grasp of Daala's waist. With a deep breath, Kyle rammed into her as hard as he could, and the sharp smack of their flesh resonated in the small office. His testicles swung up, slapping against Daala's toned butt, and his cock drove to the deepest extent of her womanhood.

"Yes!" Daala arched her back off the desk, feeling Kyle's hard, thick shaft slam into her furthest depths. Her breath came short, her eyelids fluttering. "Proceed with full power!"

Kyle's arms bulged with muscle and his glutes rippled with power, thrusting and pulling himself into Daala's tight, hot vessel with all his strength. The desk shook with each impact, and the air was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping together and their moans and grunts of pleasure.

He looked down, watching Daala's breasts jiggling with the force of his thrusts. Kyle arched his back, putting everything he had into each pitch of his hips. Daala looked up at him, her green eyes bright and hungry. She moved her smooth legs up, crossing her knees behind Kyle's butt and pulling him into her with each thrust.

"Aaaaah! Ooooooh!" Daala started chewing her lower lip, watching Kyle's abs undulate and his chiseled pectorals ripple as he rutted between her legs. Her hands strained, digging into the edge of the desk.

"Uuunghaa!" Kyle grunted, pounding away. He was enjoying the sex immensely. Daala was being fairly passive, but she felt wonderful. She did not have the insane and violent look in her eye that Isard always had, only the wild and hungry look that Kyle always enjoyed seeing in the eyes of a woman he was making love to. She wasn't insane, but Kyle could tell Admiral Daala was not one to underestimate in bed.

Soon Kyle felt a familiar tugging in the back of his mind and somehow knew that Daala was nearing her climax. He was getting fairly close to coming himself, and Kyle's feeling was confirmed none-too-soon as Daala flung her head back, her eyes growing wide with building pleasure.

"Admiral!" Kyle moaned, feeling Daala's inner muscles beginning to grip him tighter still.

"Yes!" Daala screamed. She looked down over her breasts at Kyle's sweaty face. "Aaaaaah! Fire when ready!"

"Admiral!" Kyle growled, driving his cock as deep as he could into Daala's hot canal.

"Oh! Oh...YES! FIRE! FIRE!" Daala squealed with ecstasy as she came. Her toes curled and her legs pulled Kyle deeper inside her. She could feel Kyle's hard cock begin to shake violently with his own orgasm.

"ADMIRAL!" Kyle roared. He came hard, his cock erupting with seed deep within Daala's womanhood. He felt her vessel clamp down on his convulsing shaft, pumping him for each volley of hot liquid.

"Ah! OOOH! Yes! AAAAAHHH!!!" Daala cried out, thrashing about on the desk as Kyle's hot seed flowed into her, adding another layer to the pleasure coursing through her body.

Overcome, Kyle leaned heavily onto the desk, gasping for air. Daala stared up at him, her breasts heaving as she caught her breath. Her green eyes were bright with sensual satisfaction. Even though he felt his legs threatening to cramp, Kyle smiled inwardly, assured of his success. If it had been half as good for her as it had been for him, there would be no complaints.

"Congratulations, Commander." Daala ran her hand over Kyle's sweat-slick chest. She gave him a wry smile. "I am more than satisfied with the demonstration."

"Thank you, Admiral." Kyle said, his manhood still erect and deep inside her. "Permission to conduct further testing."

"Ah." Daala grinned, chewing her lower lip for a moment in silence. She allowed herself a moment just feeling Kyle's hard cock throbbing inside her before shaking her head with obvious regret. "No. Not at the moment, Commander Kyle."

"Uh... Understood, ma'am." Kyle said, somewhat embarrassed at how disappointed he felt. This woman was partly responsible for the Death Star's construction, and who knew what other devastating weapons. Kyle mentally kicked himself. The sex had been great, but it was just a mission and nothing more.

"I have a few other inspections to conduct." Daala said, her legs still wrapped around Kyle's butt, keeping him inside her. When Kyle's eyes widened, she laughed lightly. "Do not mistake my meaning, Commander. None of these inspections will be as... vigorously intensive as yours."

Kyle nodded, noting that Daala's legs were still keeping him from extricating himself from her. She sat up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her firm breasts pressed against his hard chest.

"I have a mission for you." Daala said, her lips just a hair's breadth from his.

"Anything, Admiral." Kyle said immediately, suppressing the urge to cover Daala's full lips in a kiss. His cock twitched inside her and he saw Daala's eyes flicker with pleasure at the sudden movement.

"Mmm." Daala played her tongue along her lips, savoring the feeling of Kyle's member as it twitched. "That certainly is one way to salute. The mission is a simple one. One of my top scientists is showing signs of over-work, and I believe you might be just the type of therapy she needs."

"Understood." Kyle nodded. A top researcher in the Empire's most secretive weapons-development installation? Kyle could only guess at the possible value of such an intelligence resource. Kyle cautioned himself against getting excited about the inevitable sex. He had no idea what this scientist even looked like. She might be horrifyingly ugly.

"Her name is Qwi Xux." Daala slid one of her arms off of Kyle's shoulder and reached behind her, grabbing a data pad. She held it up beside them. Pictured was an exotic looking alien girl with pale blue skin and shimmering pearlescent hair. The image was small, but it was clear that the girl was beautiful. No worries there, at least.

"Return here when you have completed the mission." Daala's eyes sparkled with desire. "And we will run as many tests as possible."

"Admiral, what exactly constitutes completion of the mission?" Kyle asked.

"That depends on the woman, Commander." Daala said simply. "I leave it to your discretion."

Daala punched in a few commands on the data pad and handed it to Kyle.

"This pad will give you directions and access to her quarters and mine. Do not wander, or my men may shoot you, whether or not you are wearing a Commander's uniform." Daala said in a very serious tone, even with her breasts pressed against Kyle's chest and his cock still pulsing inside her.

"Understood." Kyle acknowledged. So much for gathering intel on the way. He tried to step back, but Daala's legs held him firmly in place.

"On second thought..." Daala squinted at him and dropped the data pad back onto the desk. "Perhaps I do have time for just one more diagnostic."

Kyle reached down and grabbed Daala's butt, digging his fingers into her toned glutes and lifting her up off the desk. She wrapped her arms behind his neck for support, gazing into his eyes as he carried her around behind the desk to the observation window. She gasped in delight as he pressed her bare back up against the cold transparisteel.

Kyle's thighs flexed with powerful muscles, and his hips bucked between Daala's legs. The admiral cried out, feeling Kyle's thick shaft once again thrusting deep inside her. Her breasts pressed tightly against his chest, her nipples hard against his defined pectorals. Daala laid her chin on Kyle's right shoulder, her fingers clawing his bare back while he thrust on, leaving Kyle to stare out at the tumultuous darkness of the Maw.

Now all Kyle had was Daala's warm, vital body. He felt her firm breasts against his chest, her tight vessel pumping his cock, and he could hear her moaning, but he no longer saw her. The sex was great, but for some reason Kyle became distracted. With each thrust, his mind wandered. He wasn't aware of what he was thinking of until Daala's inner muscles began to spasm around him, bringing him along with her into orgasm.

But as Daala cried out in pleasure, Kyle realized he was thinking of someone else. It wasn't Admiral Daala, nor the vexing Ysanne Isard. It wasn't the voluptuous Guri, or the kind Platt Okeefe. It wasn't the sensual Winter or even the passionate fiery Princess Leia.

As he poured his seed into Daala's hot, slick vessel, as he shook with pleasure with the beautiful Admiral screaming her climax, her lithe naked body pressed against him, as he saw stars that were not beyond Maw, but within his eyes, he was thinking of someone else.

And as Kyle and Daala finally caught their breath and Kyle dressed and went on his way, he realized the truth.

He had been thinking of Jan. His best friend.
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