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The Emperor's Best Hand	By : sexdottxt Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 394 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Bribing of the Bouncer
- 2-First Blood
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Mara Jade knelt at the throne in the capital on Imperial Center. This world was only ever spoken as such in the empire’s propaganda holo videos and in places such as this one, everyone else in the galaxy from the average sentient to even the stormtroopers in the locker rooms in the barracks when no one else was looking called it Coruscant, and yet in her current line of service, she only ever thought of it as Imperial Center. Her long red hair fell down her back, she wore a sleeveless skintight dark shirt that clung to her lovely hips and accentuated her large breasts, and tight black pants that the way it clung to her shapely legs and made her ass jiggle with every step she took, caught the eye of even the most hardened imperial stormtroopers. It was an outfit designed for her vanity, and it also made her targets not willing to suspect one bit that this beautiful flower could be so deadly.
Emperor Palpatine sat upon the throne, clad in his dark robes. The only thing visible to anyone would see him was his pale wizened face and his hands sitting upon the armrests and he looked much like some ghost story meant to scare children come to life. Two of his Imperial Guards flanked him.
Kneeling at his feet, she looked much the supplicant, and indeed she was, an instrument of his will. Despite his feeble appearance, he may as well have been held a folk town’s nightmare for he held the fist of political power in the galaxy at large which he would use frequently to crush any and all who opposed him, and to a very small trusted few they also knew the secret of his dark side powers, unmatched by any Sith before him. She was not one of those who knew.
And the deception ran deeper. She believed as an Emperor’s Hand that she was unique. She had no idea of the existence of others in his employ who would embark on similar missions of sabotage and assassination, whatever he pleased, whenever he ordered it. In her arrogance, she believed those red guards for all their training and prowess might as well have been scarecrows, figures to scare away the rebels and to serve as imperial propaganda. The real power lied with her.
Palpatine knew all of her delusions and smiled. Even with his talents in the force, he had trained her to believe all of these things. It would make her a more effective tool for him to use.
It had only been a few seconds that she had arrived and took a knee before him. “Your Majesty.”
“You have been summoned before me for a great purpose. Indeed, the future of the empire depends on it.”
“I understand. Tell me what I must do.”
“I have received intelligence that several nobles and officers both are plotting a coup. I want you to find out what you can. Do everything in your power to discover how dark their plotting goes.” He looked up so his demonic white face was fully visible, a terrible thing in those shadows. His voice rose in his throat like thunder. “And when you do, kill every last one of them!”
“Yes, Your Majesty!”
He told her names, he gave her the location where they had planned on meeting. She was expected to keep it all in her head, and she did. The information he had received from his intelligence agency was top secret, and he could not risk it being leaked via a data leak in a transmission. And he would not give it to her via datapad, where the supposed conspirators would potentially find it and learn that he suspected them, giving them a chance to regroup. He intended to wipe out every single last one of them.
She rose and left his presence. The Coruscanti night sky visible through the windows was as harsh as the blackness of space, and in those austere halls, she might as well have been stationed upon an imperial Star Destroyer. The streets on the other hand were not so cold. It was brimming with life from every station, from the whores that would peddle their services to anyone and everyone to the rich playboys looking to have some fun. As she walked the streets, both parties approached her, propositioned her. With a single glance, even the biggest idiots got the right idea and left her be.
Some others were not so fortunate to be blessed with intelligence and a sixth sense for these kinds of situations. To recognize a predator when they saw one. But that was of no concern to her. They got handsy and she broke their hands, some of them she even flipped around and threw to the hard pavement. They weren’t real fights and they didn’t need to be. As soon as she struck, the venom of fear spread to their companions as if she were a serpent that sunk her fangs into prey, and they retreated fast. Some of these fools had been quite wealthy and had paid protection around who were ready to earn their keep. They would earn something else too, bruises and broken bones, and an insult to their honor. She would smile and leave them lying there virtually indistinguishable from all the trash that littered the city streets.
She would arrive at the location not much later. She recognized it immediately, it was a big time club for all the well known players and power brokers of Coruscant’s internal politics. They were kings in their own right, well connected and had so many Moffs and officers in their pockets. But she was going to show them even royalty had their limits.
Stepping inside, she was greeted by a cacophony of music and color. The strobing lights and flare made her blink only for a few seconds before she regained her senses. The people there gave her eyes, men and women, just like when she had made her way here. People of all species, Chiss, Quarren, Devaronians with their beady little smiles. There were even a few Rodians giving her that look in their wide dark eyes. The empire had a strict exclusionist policy against non-humans barring them from traditional avenues of advancement, but their kind still held their places of power within the corners of the galaxy, and this place was one of them. If these fools were liking her, then she knew her targets would be easy prey.
She smiled and confidently flipping her hair back, walked past every single one of them. Such was her presence that her vain rejection of them made it so that it was as if she had cut them up in one of her missions for the Emperor. She had never been here before but she knew where the locker room was.
There were already several more dancers present. Twi’leks and Zeltrons to be sure but she was surprised when she saw Muun amongst their ranks too. This place really was a pleasure palace meant to sate the desires of all the peoples of the galaxy.
These ladies on the other hand didn’t spare her a glance. Even if she wasn’t using her talents in the force to mask her presence, they were too busy primping in the mirror, making sure they looked good. They needed to earn as much credits as they could. Proud and vicious this Emperor’s Hand may have been, she still felt pity for them having to do this job. They were doing it just to survive. She believed she was doing it for the greater good.
She found one locker in particular that belonged to her. There was a fake name there belonging to no one, but it was the alias the Emperor had given her. She opened it up and found the dancer’s outfit waiting for her. It was a two piece outfit, bra and a thong, with a transparent mesh that glittered no matter where it went. After she got it on, she primped herself in front of the mirror, applying dark gloss to her lips that made them glisten when she pouted and would make anyone crave her, while she put on a golden eyeshadow that made her seem to glow. Finally she tied her long hair back in a ponytail. Looking at herself intently now, she had to grin at how good she looked. At the same time, she realized she didn't even recognize herself anymore. Were she to return to Imperial Palace as she was now, even the Emperor himself would arch one of his withered eyebrows at the sight of her.
She made her way to the VIP section. The music from the rest of the club was low in this private area and the area was small and narrow compared to everywhere else. There was nobody else here, no average person had business here or would be foolish enough to tangle with these people. She found a stormtrooper waiting outside the door, standing guard. The pride of the Imperial Academy, she could snatch this one’s rifle, break his neck through his armor and boldly march in to meet her targets.
But she was as much about espionage as she was about viciousness. If she tried that with this one, it might make too much noise, enough for her targets to get the hint and scram immediately. And it would take just one glance from even the most airheaded Twi’lek dancer to see a dead stormtrooper and raise an alarm. Then her cover would be blown.
He looked at her, having a steely gaze even from behind his helmet. “State your business, and if it isn’t to my liking, consider these the last words you’ll ever hear.”
Her beautiful and stoic face lit up with a vapid smile, and with her natural good looks, it was easy enough for her to play the part of a bimbo. “Oh but I’m just the entertainment. I was called here to make my daddies happy. Please Mr. Stormtrooper, can’t I come in and play with my daddies?” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pouted like a little girl.
He snickered. “I didn’t hear anything about any entertainment tonight. What’s going on behind these closed doors is strictly business.”
You’re not exactly on a business call either, she thought to herself. She wondered if he knew what his current bosses were up to. Either he was being paid a lot of credits to stand guard for a pack of traitorous dogs or he was just another tool of the chain of command.
Not that it mattered what his reasons were. She knew what she had to do. “But my daddies called me and I just want to make them happy! And my own daddy too! We’re a poor family and we need a lot of credits just to make ends meet…”
He looked past her at the rest of the club, and then back and forth at the surrounding area to make sure nobody else was nearby. The coast was clear. “How about you prove it? Show me how you’ll make your daddies happy!”
She felt a gut reaction of revulsion for only an instant. She was an Emperor’s Hand and would do anything to carry out Palpatine’s orders. Something like this was nothing compared to the secret missions she had embarked in the Dark Lord’s name.
Her lips curled up in a playful little grin even as her eyes brimmed with thinly veiled malice. He couldn’t discern the emotion behind her eyes. He just knew that he liked the way she looked. And she’d made sure he’d like a whole lot of other things too.
She batted her eyes at him. “Alright.”
She got down on her knees and unfastened the clasps of his armor. If he were paying more attention, he would have realized that she was able to get it undone far too easily for a common dancer to do. But then again, he rationalized to himself that this one probably sucked off a lot of stormtroopers in her spare time. He couldn’t wait to get himself one hell of a blowjob from this babe.
Nor could he think straight when she got his penis out. All thoughts of duty went right out the window when she grasped his pecker with her hands. He couldn’t believe how soft her palms were, he’d fooled around with some back alley girls but this one was another thing entirely.
Mara Jade knew it too. Work as an Emperor’s Hand was never pleasant, but she still made sure to take exquisite care of herself. For this job she had to go above and beyond in that hall to make sure she looked good. She could not take any chances.
She didn’t just feel good either, she knew exactly what she was doing. This wasn’t the first seduction oriented mission she had done in her line of work, and she had acquired a talent on knowing exactly how to please men. Whatever little bit of disgust she felt had quickly faded as it was replaced a sense of keen efficiency, determined to do what she needed to do. He was already hard up but he found himself getting even stiffer in her hands when she beat him off like a pro.
His whole body was shaking and he was moving his hips back and forth. She looked up at him and glared. “Be quiet Mr. Stormtrooper! You don’t want anyone to find out we’re doing this, do you?” She slowed down the rate of her handjob to punish him.
“Uh, s-sure…” he said in a shaky voice. It was one thing getting such a good handjob, but the way she was looking at him, he saw her true personality shine through even though she looked like a whore and was down on her knees beating him off. He didn’t want to make her angry.
Just as fast, she regained her poise and gave him one of those fake ditzy smiles. “Okay!” she said in a voice too excited and loud to be real. She resumed beating him off.
More than a few times he thought he was going to cum, but then Mara slowed things down, denying him the release he craved. She had no affections for him on her part. But she intended to fuck him up and break him completely. She didn’t want him getting any ideas on getting his jollies off and then denying her entrance anyway.
His balls were swelling up. She knew now was the time to finish him off. Standing up again, she was still jacking him off. His stormtrooper helmet only served to make him look ridiculous at that point, he was turning his head this way and that like he was some animatronic doll and not a human being. Not letting go of his prick, she seized his throat.
His whole body jumped up. Exactly the response she had hoped for. But she didn’t intend to hurt him. Just as she had learned the finer arts of pleasing a man, she also knew the key to his brain didn’t just lie with his penis. In the heights of his ecstasy, cutting off his circulation with just the right amount of pressure would rob him of thought and deliver a climax that would leave him unable to do anything afterwards.
Quickening the rate of her handjob, she massaged his throat with that perfect mix of strength and tenderness. He was already on the road to an orgasm but when he came, he shot so many loads of his thick cream with such strength that she actually thought for a moment that he wasn’t going to be shooting anymore of it. The only reason he wasn’t screaming in this state of release was her hand on his throat.
When he was finished, he slumped back against the wall. She let go of him before any of his cum got on her hands. She really was an expert in this sort of thing as she was all sorts of subterfuge.
She thought she had finished him off for good. But she had underestimated him. “Can you please...” A wavering weaker voice than he intended because then he followed up by saying it loud. “Clean me up!”
That was a little more annoying than she liked. Still, if that's how he wanted it, she would break him. It would serve as a warm-up to the main task at hand.
She got down on her knees before him. His dick was dripping with cum. Having just came, he wasn't limp just yet, he was still hard up. That out of the ordinary handjob likely contributed more than a little to that.
She took him up in one single motion. He had cum pretty hard earlier, it would leave most men senseless and shaking like he was now. Her taking him in her mouth so fast just after was making him weak in the knees. His body quivered the moment she took him on her tongue.
Nor was she going to relent anytime soon. She bobbed her head back and forth fast. Already very sensitive, he was squirming a bit, trying to find his footing. It wasn't how a stormtrooper should have acted given they were supposed to be elite soldiers, but with all the tales she heard of fresh meat from the imperial academy, she wasn't surprised either.
And he had a fresh meat too. It was getting hard right up in her mouth and she licked all over it. He grabbed onto the back of her head, shoving her down on his penis as much as possible. She knew he was definitely just some kid roped into someone's schemes.
Then he grunted a helpless sound beneath his helmet. His dick shook in her mouth so hard that she thought it was going to fall right off. His member vibrating was even stronger than the second load of cum he shot, filling her mouth up deeply.
He was exhausted. He felt ready to slump down onto the floor without a single care in the world. She on the other hand had other ideas. An Emperor's Hand could commandeer vehicles, officers, whatever they pleased in the moment. And it was true here.
“Clean yourself up Mr. Stormtrooper! There are people coming!”
That wasn’t true, but she couldn’t risk someone behind her looking in and seeing what was going on. In his mental daze and state of physical loss, he did as he was told. He got his dick back inside his pants and picked up his weapon.
“Good! Now I’ll be on my way!” He just nodded lazily at her and she giggled to herself, not just part of any act but sincerely laughing at him too. She opened up the door and made her way inside.
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