Movie Guy's Sex Stories
Volume 12: Star Wars: A New Hope - "Look Sir, Babes!"
Rating:    NC-17
Pairings:  Leia/Stormtroopers, nc, gang
Summary:   Sex, comedy, and more cameos than you can shake a fist at on
           Princess Leia's rebel blockade runner.


    Dropping to the lowermost level of the rebel freighter, TK-455 let 
go of the ladder just in time to catch just the barest glimpse of white 
vanishing behind one of the bulkheads. Jackpot.

    "There's one..." he chuckled back towards the three other members 
of his squad as they descended behind him, letting both his attention 
and blaster drift from where they needed to be. "Set for date-rape."

    A scant few feet away, Princess Leia stood aiming her own weapon 
through one of the columns' grooves. "Not with the ewok-pricks you fags 
are packing..." she thought with a smile, squeezing off a quick round 
that went clean through the man and erupted in sparks against the wall 
behind him.

    "Oh, fuck!" his partner blurt out in a panic, hoping that warm rush 
by his backside wasn't a fresh batch of pants gravy. He collapsed to 
the floor in a most un-imperial fashion, thankfully clearing a line of 
fire for the more experienced pair. As Leia bolted from her cover, the 
nearest shot a standard gay-looking blue ring in her general direction, 
causing the girl to kiss the deck plates in a spectacular fashion.

    "Nice..." the last commented, pretending to 'accidentally' kick the 
shell-shocked douche as he passed. "Bet you ten bucks she's not wearing 
any panties."

    "She won't be in thirty seconds..." the sharpshooter added coldly, 
lowering his weapon to inspect their fallen comrade.

***

    "Shit, shit, SHIT!" the newbie exclaimed, clambering to his feet as 
soon as he realized the fight was over. "That bitch killed Boba!"

    "Rookie!" came an exasperated reply from the third soldier. My name 
is Boba. YOUR name is Boba. Every goddamned stormtrooper in the Empire 
is named -- you got it... Boba."

    Total silence greeted this exchange of information.

    "How many fucking times do I have to explain it?" he continued. 
"Look, for simplicity's sake, I'm red, he's blue, and you're as green 
as Yoda's gnarly old schlong."

    "Wait." Blue said puzzledly, rising from where his mate had proven 
a total lack of desire to get up and keep living. "How the fuck do you 
know about Yoda? He's not supposed to come out until the second movie."

    "I uh..." Red answered slowly, a bit worried to reveal the source 
of his information. "...sneaked a peek at Vader's script when he was in 
that 'meditation' room. I think that's just where he takes a dump."

    "You dumb fuck." Blue shot back without missing a beat, shaking his 
head in dismay. "I hope he finds out and force-chokes your ass in front 
of the whole formation."

    "So..." Green inexpertly broke into the conversation, sidling over 
to the others. "I take it we're going to need a new sergeant?"

    "Wrong." Blue corrected, bending down and swiping the rank-pad from 
his buddy's corpse. "We already have one."

    "Hey!" Red uttered impulsively, spinning his partner around so they 
were directly facing each other. Blue stared imposingly at the upstart, 
stopping only to look questioningly at the hand resting on his arm. Red 
immediately released his grip and shifted attitude to something more 
concessionary.. "Don't we get to, umm... demonstrate our respective 
talents in a brutal, all-out contest to determine who is best suited to 
command the team?"

    "No." Blue replied succinctly.

    "Come on..." Red insisted gamely. "At least paper-scissor-rock me."

    "Sure." Blue said obligingly, grabbing the soldier's free hand in 
his own and molding it into a flat sheet. "Paper." Then, aiming his 
blaster at the man's hand, he held it there for a second before looking 
straight at Red. "Rock."

    "Looks likes you win!" was all Red could manage, wholeheartedly 
agreeing while smiling in as non-confrontational a way as he could.

    By then, R2-D2's frantic beeps and woots had turned into quite a 
nuisance. Clutching the top of his helmet in pain, Blue peered down at 
the annoying little droid. He had extended his taser-arm in a brave, 
but totally foolish attempt to protect his master. Leveling his weapon 
at Artoo, the man switched it to kill and fired point-blank into the 
robot's domed head, producing a good deal of fireworks. Screeching 
wildly, it underwent a massive seizure before popping open like a 
swiss-army knife on full display.

    "Aw, shit..." Green said worriedly, watching as the smoking hunk of 
metal tipped over and crashed to the floor. "That's *definitely* not in 
the script. The 'look sir, droids' guy is going to have a fit."

    "Shut up, cracka." Blue countered stolidly. "Now, who's up for some 
payback on this piece?"

***

    "Um, Sarge?" Green called out, following his new commander over to 
the princess' unconscious form. "Sure she shouldn't be getting sent up 
for interrogation first?"

    "She will be." Blue answered, tossing his weapon aside and kneeling 
down between Leia's crumpled legs. "From my mighty flesh-saber."

    Red and Green both looked at each other and groaned over the pun, 
knowing better than to openly bemoan their hardcore squadmate. He had 
already hiked the girl's white dress up to her waist by the time they 
turned their attention back.

    "You've got an ass like a ten-year-old-Jedi..." he remarked warmly, 
grabbing a large handful of the her bottom through the princess' silky 
purple underwear. Sensing the unwelcome grope through her stuporous 
haze, Leia groaned feebly and tried to pull herself away, succeeding 
only in letting her arms flail limply in front of her. Undeterred, he 
grabbed the delicate garment and yanked it swiftly off, exposing two 
exquisite feminine butt cheeks to the cool air of the ship.

    "Come to papa, sweetheart..." Blue insisted further, grabbing the 
dainty Alderaanian by the sides and raising her behind up to thrusting 
range. At last he had a good view of the princess' docking bay, prim 
and proper just as expected. "Let's see where you've been hiding those 
Death Star plans..."

    Without even taking off his armored gauntlets, the trooper plunged 
one segmented digit into her hole, producing a marked cry from Leia as 
she felt the dirty, callous probe slide into her body. Something within 
broke, and she whimpered slightly as Blue's finger sank in deeper and 
began roughly examining her vagina. After he finally took it out, the 
source of the girl's discomfort was quite clear.

    "Ah, fuck..." Blue muttered, pulling his gloves off and hurling 
them to a far corner of the room.

    "A virgin..." Red answered with a snicker, having moved to lean 
voyeuristically against a column while he watched. "You lucky dick."

    "Shut up and see if Yellow's are a size 12, will you?" Blue barked 
as he hastily removed his codpiece. "I'm gonna fire off a few proton 
torpedoes in this skirt."

    After yanking off his belt and dropping his pants, the impatient 
soldier brandished his impressive member, slapping it loudly against 
Leia's tailbone until it grew the final inch his stormtrooper armor 
wouldn't allow. Fully erect, Blue was reasonably well-endowed. His 
eight inches would be more than enough to teach this skank a lesson.

    Holding her buttocks firmly to provide leverage, he drove his cock 
straight into the stunned woman's chaste passage, slamming into her to 
the hilt with a single lunge. Princess Leia exhaled sharply as she was 
filled so completely, her tiny groans of resistance swallowed up by the 
degrading sound of Blue's thighs slapping against her backside.

    "Diplomatic mission my ass, you LOVE this..." the clone urged her 
crassly, oblivious to the fact that the girl's amazingly tight sheath 
was not contracting around him of its own accord, but only due to the 
fact that Leia didn't know how else to respond to a fleshy rod crammed 
up her slit any other way. As she tried to force his meat out, he only 
pushed harder, stretching the young female's quim to accommodate his 
lengthy prick. All that was left to do was allow the trooper to have 
has his way and pant from the effort.

    Leaning back, Blue tipped his head down and watched with interest 
as his thick pole speared the princess' pink slot without opposition, 
sloshing around inside Leia's tunnel as her stimulated loins started 
producing juices to ease his harsh entry. Unbeknownst to his fuckmate, 
the thoughtless soldier was about to make her cunt immeasurably and 
deliciously more slick.

    "Get ready, honey..." he grunted, pulling out all the way after 
each stab and pounding her pussy as ruthlessly as a wampa. "Here comes 
the force..."

    The princess whimpered as he slammed her cervix, quieting down only 
when a great flood of cum shot into her uterus to cushion and lubricate 
that far inside. Blue kept splashing the cramped passage with hot cream 
until his pistoning shaft began to force sticky ooze to leak out with 
each plunge, only then jamming himself within all the way and holding 
there until he'd injected every last sperm into Leia's willing tunnel. 
Not exactly being the cuddling type, he withdrew as soon as his task 
was complete, pausing only to show off just a bit for his men. "Just 
like shooting in Naboo handmaidens back home..." he joked with vulgar 
satisfaction.

    As Red and Green observed amusedly, their comrade moved aside and 
held open his captive's lower lips, releasing a stream of semen from 
the ravished orifice while her Highness merely sighed in humiliation. 
The white gush continued unabated for some time, pouring shamelessly 
out of Leia until Blue's subordinates finally grew impatient.

    "Move aside, bantha-head..." Red joked, gently nudging Blue aside. 
His squad leader forgave the faux pas and got up, grudgingly staggering 
off to the sidelines to make way for a fresh replacement. The princess, 
dimly sensing she was about to be violated a second time, unbent her 
knees and tried sliding to the ground, but Red would have none of it. 
Easily able to lift her weight from many nights of Dianoga wrestling at 
some of the Devastator's seedier ports of call, he flipped her over and 
eagerly seized the neck of her dignified robe, tearing it straight down 
the middle to the waist to show off the Alderaanian's beautiful chest.

    "You know, I really hate sloppy seconds..." he groused, glancing 
over at Blue with marked disdain while removing his gauntlets.

    "Look on the bright side." the stormtrooper quipped. "You could be 
a general and get to join in the Grand Moff circle jerk."

    Even as he loosened the front of his uniform to slip his modest 
prick into the dazed girl's gaping snatch, Red couldn't help but reach 
out and grab those wonderful titties he'd released. Leia's glassy eyes 
showed little comprehension as he hungrily fondled her remote-sized 
breasts. Unlike the little spheres which the Empire's forces used for 
target practice, these were warm and inviting and responded instantly 
to his touch. Whatever regretful feelings the princess might have had 
about losing her virginity on the floor of this bucket of bolts, her 
body knew just how to react.

    "You're better than that Twi'lek slave girl we picked up on the 
outer rim..." Red commented approvingly, looking behind him to see the 
newbie nodding out of dumb loyalty. "Fucking rookie." he spat out in 
disgust. "I hope the Emperor uses you to ground himself."

    Forcing his brain to ignore Green's vacuous presence, Red instead 
concentrated hard on how much better Imperial service looked from this 
angle. Not only could he massage the senator's firm jubblies and watch 
them bounce around each time he harshly penetrated her, but having the 
wench on her back allowed an eye-popping view of her greasy twat trying 
to squeeze and caress his dick in harsh defiance of its owner's wishes. 

    Leaning over, he caught the girl's nipples between his fingers and 
pinched hard, relishing the spark of consciousness that passed over her 
face as she moaned in protest. He rewarded her with a flurry of quick 
thrusts that turned the fragile folds of her pussy bright red from the 
friction. "Yeah..." he grunted, feeling up her sides as his cock plowed 
her swollen hole. "Who's your father, bitch? I've got the dark side 
right here baby!"

    "You... *really* need some time off, dude..." Blue sighed heavily.

    Unperturbed, Red pushed himself up on his arms and used gravity to 
sink his rod all the way inside the princess' cozy passage and produce 
a fresh cacophony of plaintive moans from the prone woman. As his buddy 
had before, the soldier pummeled Leia's womanhood savagely as he spurt, 
energetically prying open the young lady's pristine womb and filling it 
with millions of potential Jedi. She gasped defiantly as he inseminated 
her, but could do nothing to stem the flow of gooey fluid pasting her 
belly save sob inaudibly as cum dribbled out her battered crack.

    "You're all clear, kid!" he announced to the waiting Green, pulling 
his prick out and smearing spunk all over Leia's furry bush. Leaving 
her crotch and thighs glistening with the proof of his misdeeds, Red 
crawled over and joined the sergeant in expectation of watching their 
clumsy friend blow his big chance.

    Trying to belie the oft-repeated reminder of his inexpertise, Green 
casually lowered himself down atop of the princess, who responded with 
a weak shudder to the stormtrooper armor's cold embrace. Furtively, so 
the others didn't see the comparatively small size of his little Boba, 
he detached his codpiece and lowered his trousers just enough to free 
the thing, which immediately began ramming into Leia's lower abdomen 
and belly with predictable awkwardness. She groaned from the prodding, 
throwing him off balance and the two rolled over on their sides.

    "Hey, this isn't the Kessel run..." Red offered helpfully, feeling 
the tiniest bit of sympathy for the kid. "Take your time."

    If Green had any intention of listening, it vanished the moment his 
clumsy dick found the Alderaanian's sloppy entrance. Unable to control 
himself, the clone hurriedly began pounding her loose twat with errant, 
uncoordinated thrusts, making the unresponsive princess look more like 
she was being viciously probed by a medical droid than having sex. Blue 
shrugged in despair.

    Only a short while after powering up his engines, Green was already 
careening off into hyperspace, jerking wildly as the sounds of a female 
struggling against him got him off. He blew his load in her cunt with a 
breathless grunt, warm, potent fluid dripping freely out the princess' 
saturated tunnel until the satisfied schmuck fumbled to a halting stop. 
Lying there just long enough to re-affix his gear, Green rolled away 
and leaned against the wall of the corridor, apparently pleased with 
his performance.

    "Niiice." Red muttered sarcastically. "That lasted a whole, what... 
forty seconds?"

    "Whew... man!" Green responded exhiliratedly. "That was great! Even 
better than the time on Ord Mandell when we all got drunk and started 
hitting on that Hutt girl, and she..."

    "Let's talk about something else." Blue interrupted forebodingly, 
tilting his head towards Leia's gasping body. "Like you dragging her 
over here so I can do a little reconnaissance down her throat."

    "I want to plug that sweet ass too..." Red added excitedly.

    "Maybe if she's good I'll put my blaster on low and show off what 
the new model can do." Blue added thoughtfully. "Shit, you can put 
yours up her butt after you're done and we'll give her a shocker."

    The idea caused the trio to chuckle heartily. This wasn't turning 
out to be a bad assignment after all.

***    

    "You were saying, bitches?" an ominous voice drifted from further 
back in the small passage. The stormtroopers snapped their heads in the 
direction simultaneously, staring in awe as a black figure leapt down 
from the upper level to theirs. He landed perfectly, the ten-foot jump 
not affecting him in the slightest.

    "Vader!" Red stammered helplessly, scrambling to his feet like the 
others and wondering how the fuck a seven-foot emphysemic had managed 
to get the drop on them. "Always a pleasure! You'll be pleased to find 
we've been uh... guarding... the senator for you!"

    "I see, I see..." Vader replied calmly, surveying the unmistakable 
scene before him. There was a terrible pause as the dark lord pondered 
what punishment to render, during which a half-dozen loyaler soldiers 
climbed down after their master and took up supporting positions.

    "You *do* realize I'll have to get Sith on your asses now." Vader 
finally said, drawing his lightsaber but not igniting it. The doomed 
men each took a step back before the dark Jedi quickly closed the gap, 
stepping into the wider part of the corridor. Light from the ceiling 
shined directly onto his helmet, prompting Green to make a hideously 
foolish mistake.

    "Shit!" he yelled, bravely pointing his blaster at the Emperor's 
emissary in a moment of total confusion. "It's God! Aim for the head!"

    Blue and Red were far too afraid to back up their teammate, who was 
busy launching a furious salvo of green bolts in all directions. Vader 
held up his hand and deflected the energy with childlike ease before 
Green realizing the futility of such a struggle. Begging leniency, the 
rookie dropped his weapon as if it were scalding dark matter, holding 
us his arms in defeat.

    "Nigga, please..." the Sith lord said swiftly, flicking his hand so 
the rifle skittered across the floor and into Leia's trembling hands. 
She was still too senseless to fully know what was going on, so Vader 
helped her -- raising her limbs with the force and giving the soldier a 
slow, painful death that would've given the Sarlaac a hard-on. As he 
waved off the acrid smell of burnt flesh away from his breathing holes, 
Red tried to segue out of his impending fate.

    "So, I take it the two of us are free to go?" he said cheerfully, 
whistling as he made an about-face and started off.

    "No." Darth answered coldly, aiming his blade at the stormtrooper's 
back and energizing it with a nerve-wracking *snap-hiss*. "You fail at 
life." Red was forced to halt as the red beam uncomfortably burst out 
through his chest.

    "Just wanted you to know, Blue..." he heaved, collapsing backwards 
as Vader sheathed the lightsaber. "I always hated you... the most..." 
Without further fanfare, he simply gave up his life.

    Seeing how things were going, the last clone decided to get moving 
before he had a chance to kick it up with Old Ben and Yoda's ghosts in 
the afterlife. "Albatross..." he whispered, leaping backwards over the 
two bodies and charging towards the escape pods which Red had his eye 
on. Vader's reinforcements made to follow, but he held their leader 
back with a heavy arm.

    "Let that one go." he instructed sagely, staring into the Imperial 
officer's soul with his bug-eyes. "You see, he is my son."

    "Whoa, whoa..." the man inquired, his brow furrowing in disbelief. 
"What about that Luke guy in later on?"

    "Him too." Vader answered, waving the question off with his hand. 
"I was... very reckless when I first got the suit."

    "Wait a minute..." one of the stormtroopers interjected. "If we're 
all copies of each other, wouldn't that make you my father too?"

    "That's a very good question..." the officer added, displaying a 
mix of utter bewilderment and wonder.

    "Never trust an exiled queen who disappears for hours on end into 
the Tattooine slums and comes back with armloads of republic credits." 
the Dark Lord solemnly cautioned his men, ending the conversation and 
approaching Leia's dozing form.

    "That just raises *further* questions!" the exasperated commander 
exclaimed, blindly following after his superior.

    "I want her cleaned up." Vader instructed, placing his hands on his 
hips to try and look important. "She and I have a date with a probot on 
the death star later, so see if you can beam her memory up... back... 
bah, whatever it is you call it. See to it personally."

    "Aye, sir." the officer replied, trying to hide a gleam in his eye.

***

    Just as Darth was about to climb back up, he was interrupted by a 
horrible clanging sound coming from the other direction. A stormtrooper 
soon emerged from the dark passage, dragging a hapless-looking droid 
forcibly by the leg.

    "We found him other there, my lord." he reported, trying to keep 
away from the flailing golden arms. "Trying to overdose on motor oil."

    "Please spare me!" Threepio babbled, pressing his hands together in 
a bid for clemency. "Did I tell you I'm fluent in over three million 
forms of fellatio, and... Oh! Master Anakin! You'll save me, won't you? 
Good, *kind* master..."

    "Throw him in one of the escape hatches." Vader ordered, grabbing a 
rung and hauling himself up to the next deck.

    "But sir..." the soldier called up the shaft. "That guy used up the 
last one. This thing'll just end up drifting through space. For like, 
ever."

    "I know." was the emotionless answer returned.


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