From Princess to Slave Girl - Star Wars Erotica

In honor of 'The Empire Strikes Back' being added to the National Film Registry, I now bring you one of my favorite Star Wars fan fictions. Taken from the lustful website, MaskedCutie.com:

Mara Jade had made her choice.

Once she was given a task as the Emperor’s Hand, Mara always carried them out as she saw fit.  Laying a trap for Luke Skywalker required infiltrating Jabba’s entourage.  Mara could have joined up in any number of ways, but she chose to do so by becoming a dancer.

Mara had prepared in great detail for this mission to trap Luke Skywalker, as she does for every mission.  The biggest part of her preparation was always the studying of intelligence and information.  She knew all about Jabba the Hutt.  She knew what he liked and what he didn’t like.  She knew about all of his illicit deals and his illegal operations.  She knew all of his secrets.  And she knew that one of Jabba’s most guarded secrets was that he was the highest-ranking member of the Hutt Sex Craft, Fuuku Se.

And when Jabba presented her with a choice, Mara chose to become a slave girl of the Hutt Sex Craft.

The strangest part of her decision was that Mara knew that becoming a slave girl wouldn’t necessarily aid her in her mission to assassinate Luke Skywalker.  If anything, becoming a sex slave would complicate her mission.  But this is what she wanted.  This is what she chose.

As she stood utterly exposed in Jabba’s throne room in her sheer dancer’s outfit, she realized that her decision had pleased Jabba.  She had danced a very erotic and arousing dance while stripping herself almost bare.  The most pleasing part though was the fact that while performing, Mara had aroused herself.  In fact, her desire was evident to everyone in the room.  Her outfit was wet from her blank, so wet that everyone could see it.  She knew that everyone wanted her.  Mara found she liked being the object of desire.

And Jabba accepted her decision to join the Hutt Sex Craft.

“Welcome to Fuuku Se.  Your initiation will begin at once, Arica.”  Arica was the name she was using to infiltrate Jabba’s Palace.  “Currently you are a Nee, or an Uninitiated Apprentice.  Soon you will be a Nee Sta, an Initiated Apprentice.”

Mara actually got wetter as Jabba continued about Fuuku Se.

“Your Initiation Ceremony is called ChaaNeeTuu.”  Jabba paused.  “And it begins now.”

With speed that was seemingly impossible for a Hutt, Jabba extended his arms and his fingers shot out at Mara.  These were not simply the Hutts hands, but his blanks.  Hutts did not mate with their tails as most believed.  In fact, Hutts do not reproduce though sexual intercourse at all.  Therefore, all sexual intercourse is for purely pleasurable reasons.  A Hutts fingers doubled as blanks, and since Hutts have four fingers on each hand, that makes eight blanks to be used for their Sex Craft.

Jabba’s blanks snaked through Mara’s clothing, what little there was of it, and all about her body.  He lifted her high above the ground.  Mara was dumbfounded.  She had studied Hutt anatomy and had spent much time educating herself about the Hutt Sex Craft in her preparations.  But the speed and the ferociousness of Jabba’s attack had taken her completely by surprise.  Mara was at the Hutt’s mercy.

And Mara liked it...

 “Enjoying yourself, Arica?” Jabba called her by her slave name.

As she turned her head to look at Jabba, she realized that something was not quite right.  Jabba was grinning like a cat.  Everyone in the crowd was too.  She was in trouble.  There was something very odd.  Mara realized that she was facing the Hutt.  That was a little coincidental.  Jabba had probably made sure that Mara would be facing him after her little tumble.  She also realized that her legs were spread fairly wide apart.

Before she understood what was happening, Jabba plunged one of his blanks into Mara’s blank.  Although the redheaded girl was still very wet, the huge girth of his blank made Mara scream.  The force of Jabba’s blank flattened her back to the floor, but her legs were still bent.  The crowd loved it.  Jabba’s blank began to slide in and out of the dancer’s blank.  Mara had studied the Hutt Sex Craft.  She had even had some limited sexual experience.  But Mara was completely unprepared for the true nature of Fuuku Se.  Jabba’s blank was by far the biggest blank that had ever been inside her.  Mara struggled to take the blank in as far as it would go.

Mara’s struggles just seemed to incite Jabba and his gangsters more.  Jabba began to blank her harder as he picked up the pace.  Mara screamed louder and louder.  Her screams were matched by the cheers of the crowd.  She realized that her screams had slowly gone from protest to enjoyment.  Her blank began to relax around the Hutt’s giant blank.  Her blank became even wetter, allowing her to take him in with ease.  Soon she felt herself build to a climax.  Mara Jade screamed as she blanked on Jabba’s huge blank.

Jabba just kept on blanking her...

Mara had blanked before, but she had never had an orgasm as intense as this one.  But instead of tiring her, Mara just wanted more.  She remembered studying that.  Somehow in Fuuku Se, individuals actually became more sexually charged as they participated in sex acts.  Mara was really enjoying her Initiation now.  She reached a free hand down between her legs and began to guide Jabba’s blank into her.  With her other free hand, Mara played with one of her blanks.  Jabba used another blank to massage the dancer’s other blank.  Mara just moaned.

It wasn’t long before Mara blanked a second time...

Jabba was really enjoying this.  He decided that it was about time to bring Arica’s Initiation to a close.  Jabba started blanking his newest dancer harder and harder.  He could tell that Arica was getting close to blanking again.  He decided to show her another trick.

“Look at me, Arica.”  Jabba commanded.

Mara realized that she had closed her eyes through most of her Initiation.  She opened her eyes and looked upon the Hutt.

“Are you enjoying your ChaaNeeTuu?”  That was the Fuuku Se word for Initiation.

“Oh yes, my lord.”  Mara responded.

Jabba was pleased.  “You are doing very well, my Apprentice.  Now, there is something else I would like to show you.”

As he said that, Jabba quickly pulled his blank out of Mara’s blank.  Mara was shocked.  Immediately she felt empty and unfulfilled.  She had been so close to a third orgasm.  The look of disappointment was evident on her face.

But Jabba’s blank didn’t leave her blank empty for long.  Jabba pulled his first blank out of Mara’s blank so that he could stick his second in.  Soon he put his third and fourth blank inside her.  Mara couldn’t keep track of them all.  She just sat back and blanked each blank that Jabba put inside her.  Finally Jabba stopped rotating his blanks.  Mara felt Jabba’s last blank begin to swell within her.  She knew he was going to blank.

She blanked him harder and harder, hoping that Jabba would blank in her blank.  Mara blanked as she felt him fill her blank.  She screamed as he shot stream after stream of hot blank inside her...

As Mara laid naked and covered in blank in the middle of Jabba’s Palace, she felt very, very glad to have taken on this mission.

Glamorama, Pt. 4, Chap. 28

An excerpt from Bret Easton Ellis' powerful novel on the 90s fashion scene, Glamorama...

In the shower in the bathroom Jamie and Bobby share Bobby's admiring the tans we acquired on the yacht today, at the shocking whiteness where our boxer-briefs blocked out the sun, at the white imprints Jamie's bikini left behind, the paleness almost glowing in the semi-darkness of the bathroom, the water from the massive chrome head smashing down on us and both our blanks are sticking up at sharp angles and Bobby's pulling on his blank, stiff and thick, his blanks hanging tightly beneath it, the muscles in his shoulders flexing as he blanks himself off and he's looking at me, our eyes meeting, and in a thick voice he grunts, "Look at your blank, man," and I look down at the blank I'm blanking off and past that, at my thickly muscled legs...

In the shower Bobby lets me make out with Jamie and Bobby's head is between her legs and Jamie's knees buckle a couple of times and Bobby keeps propping her up with an arm and his face is pushed up into her blank and she's arching her back, pushing herself onto his tongue, and one of his hands is gripping my blank, soaping it up, and then Bobby starts blanking it and it gets so hard I can feel the pulse in it and then it gets even harder, the shaft keeps thickening and Bobby pulls it out of his mouth and studies it, squeezing it, and then he flicks his tongue over the head and then he lifts it up by the tip and starts flicking his tongue in brief, precise moments over the place where the blank meets the blank as Jamie hungrily moans "do it do it" while blanking herself in the semi-darkness and then Bobby places the entire blank into his mouth, taking as much of my blank as he comfortably can, blanking eagerly, blankly, while crouching down on his haunches, still stroking his own blank, and below it the curves of his thighs keep swelling as he repositions himself. I'm bending my neck back, letting the water stream down my chest, and when I look back down Bobby's looking up at me and grinning, his hair wet and pressed down on his forehead, his tongue extended, pink against his face. Then Bobby motions for me to turn around so that he can spread the cheeks of my blank and I can feel him extending his tongue up in it and then he removes his tongue and sticks his index finger halfway up my blankhole and keeps fingerblanking me until he's pushed the entire finger as far as it can go, causing my blank to keep twitching uncontrollably...

I drop to my knees and start licking Jamie's blank, my fingers spreading her blanks, and as her hands massage my hair I lean her against the shower wall--Bobby still behind me on his knees, his finger moving in and out of my blankhole, another hand running over my hard, cubed abs--and I keep running my tongue from her blank to her blankhole and placing one of her legs over my shoulder I suck her blank into my mouth as I blank her with two then three fingers and then I move my tongue into her blankhole, blanking it with my tongue while my fingers tug on her blank, and when I stand up Bobby's finger slips out of my blank and I turn Jamie around and squatting down behind her I spread her small, firm blank cheeks open and start pumping my tongue in and out of her blankhole and then I slide my tongue deep inside her blank and keep it there while rubbing her blank until she blanks...

After we dry off we move into Jamie and Bobby's bedroom, next to the giant bed which has been stripped of its sheets, and all the lights in the room are on so we can see everything and Jamie's blanking my blank, blanking on its blank, and I'm watching Bobby walk over to a drawer and when he bends down his blank cheeks spread wide, briefly exposing his blankhole as he picks up a bottle of lotion, and when he turns around his blank is sticking up in a full erection and he strides back to us as I'm watching Jamie put one finger inside her blank and then pull it out and then she starts blanking her blank and then she brings that finger up to my mouth and I start sucking on it...

I move my mouth back up to her blanks, sucking hard on the blanks while squeezing the blanks beneath them, and then I slide down again, my tongue traveling down the line bisecting her body, and Jamie raises then spreads her legs, her blank totally engorged now, but I barely touch it at first, deliberately avoiding it, causing Jamie to shift around continuously, trying to place herself against my tongue, whimpering, and when my tongue lightly laps at it her blank gets firmer, bigger, and my hands are squeezing the backs of her legs and then the insides of her thighs and I'm still blanking her with my tongue and when I lift her hips up and I start blanking on her blankhole. Bobby's leaning in, staring intently as my tongue goes in and out of her blank while she strokes his blank off. "God, you're so wet," I'm whispering, "You're so blanking wet." I start pumping a finger into her blank and Jamie's bucking her hips as I move my mouth up and suck the whole blank into my mouth and then I lick her blank again, causing Jamie to thrash out another orgasm...

Bobby falls back on the bed and hoists me up, positioning me so he can start blanking my blank while I'm blanking his, and he's deep-blanking me, his head going all the way down and all the way up each time, blanking hard on my blank as it emerges from his mouth coated with saliva and then swallowing it as he goes back down, our hips rotating slightly, in rhythm. Then Bobby rolls over and lies flat on his stomach, one knee cocked, his blanks resting on the bed beneath the crack of his blank, and Jamie's spreading the cheeks of Bobby's blank apart and, panting, I lean down and kiss his blankhole, immediately sticking my tongue in it, and Bobby's responding by raising his hips until he's on his knees and elbows and I start drilling his blankhole with my tongue, feeling it expand slightly then contract and then expand again and then Jamie moves to the top of the bed and spreads her legs in front of his face, holding his head, and he tries to get at her blank but she's sitting on it and he moves backward taking Jamie with him until she's lying on her back, raising and spreading her legs in front of Bobby's face, and he starts blanking her blank from behind and he's emitting loud groaning noises that are muffled from between her legs and I start lubing Bobby's blankhole with the lotion he brought to the bed...

I'm sitting back on my heels and Jamie leans over and starts blanking my blank, spitting on it until it's slathered with saliva, and then I stand on my knees and push Jamie away, keeping Bobby's blank spread with the fingers of one hand and lubing my blank up with the other, and then I guide the head of my blank up against his blankhole, grasping his hips, holding them steady, shoving gently forward until I can't help myself--I start blanking him really hard, my stomach slapping up against his blank while Jamie holds on to me, bringing me back each time I lunge forward. I let go of one hip and reach down and around to find Bobby's hand blanking his stiff blank, blanking it off, matching each blank with my thrusts, and I close my hand around Bobby's and the rocking motion we're making causes my hand to automatically go back and forth and I start blanking him harder, breathing so fast I think my heart's going to stop, totally flushed. "Easy, easy," I hear him moan, "Dont blank yet..."

Bobby grabs my blank and helps me guide it into Jamie's blank and I slide my blank up into her while holding her thighs from beneath, reaching my arms around them, doubling her up, and then I grab both her blanks and start blanking on them while I'm blanking her, her blank responding and blanking me in when I pull back, and then I'm blanking into her, grunting with each thrust, and her face is bright red and she's crying out, heaving against me, and then I pull out and turn her over, spreading her blank cheeks with the thumb and finger of one hand and while I'm sliding a finger in and out Bobby slathers my blank with more lube and, grasping Jamie's hips while rotating my own, I push my rock-hard blank slowly into Jamie's rectum, feeling it stretch out, not even waiting until she's loosened up to start blanking her blank really hard. Bobby leans down, watching my blank disappear then reappear, Jamie's blankhole clinging to it, and then positions himself at the head of the bed and grasping the headboard for leverage he slides his hips forward, raising and spreading his legs so Jamie can eat out his blankhole while he blanks off. Releasing a hip, I reach down and squeeze Jamie's blanks again, running my hand down her stomach until I find her blank, and with two fingers I start rubbing it, then fingerblanking her while she continues eating Bobby's blank out, sometimes sucking his blank...

"Yeah, show me that blank, Victor," Bobby says. "Keep blanking it, that's it. Spread your legs. Wider. Lift them up. Let me see your blankhole." He lifts my legs up and pushes my knees back and I can feel him spreading my legs open, inspecting that area. "Yeah, you've got a nice pink blankhole, man. I'm looking at it right now. You want me to blank it, huh?"...
"Wait," I groan, lifting my head up. "Do you have a condom?"
"What?" he asks. "Oh man, do you care?"
"It's okay." I lean back.
"You want me to blank you?" he's asking.
"Yeah, it's okay."
"You want me to blank you with this blank?" he's asking, hoisting my legs up over his shoulders.
"Yeah, blank me."
Jamie watches carefully as Bobby slides his long, thick blank in and out of my blankhole and then starts increasing the length and depth of his thrusts, pulling his blank almost all the way out and then slamming it in again, his blank pumping my prostate, and I'm looking up at him and shouting out and his abs are straining with each thrust and he tries to steady himself by holding on to my shoulders, the muscles in his arms bulging with the effort, and his eyebrows are furrowed and his face--usually impassive--now scowls briefly with pleasure. "Yeah, blank him, blank him harder," Jamie's chanting. Bobby keeps slipping his blank in and out of me, both of us groaning with relief, intensity rising, and then I'm yelling out, convulsing uncontrollably, both of us bucking wildly as I start blanking, shooting up onto my shoulders and then my chest as Bobby keeps blanking me, my blank contracting around his thrusting blank. "Yeah, that's it, that's it, man," Bobby groans, blanking, collapsing on top of me...

I'm Chris Hansen with Dateline NBC, and I'm writing a blog about my favorite books

Hello there, I'm Chris Hansen*. You may have seen my specials on Dateline NBC, To Catch a Predator. But I'm not here to talk about that.

You see, just like the men I seem to always catch in precarious situations, I have a few hobbies. My hobbies, however, don't entail luring children into illicit, sexy chat rooms to show my genitalia. Instead, I love to read erotica.

I intend to share some of my favorite passages, from John Donne's poetry to the cutting edge, dripping wet sleaze coming out of the Pacific Northwest. I ask that you share your thoughts, opinions, and criticisms on some of the erotic literature you've encountered. After all, this is the 'Chris Hansen Book Club', and we're all equals on the same level playing field (although, of course, I will present myself with smug asshole charm during the entirety of our weekly meetings).

I should soon be posting my first of many favorite erotic passages. Let me know what you think, or if you have any erotic literature to share! I'd love to hear from you, but please, don't message me your genitalia...



*Not really