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Introduction

The following story is a fantasy based on the movie "Star Wars" and is
inspired by the sequence (only hinted at in the film) where Darth Vader
tortures Princess Leia to find out the location of the rebel base.  It is
very much in the style of my previous tale, "Agony in Pink," so it is a VERY
STRONG torture story.  It contains all manner of nasty things like bondage,
rape, torture, pain, death, all of it highly non-consensual.  If this type
of story if not your cup of tea (and you know who you are out there!) then
you'd probably best just bypass this one right now.  You have been warned!

If you're still with me, I hope you enjoy the story, and as always I'd love
to hear your comments.  In this time where our very basic freedoms are being
attacked, it's important that we fight back the only was we can: by
continuing to flood the Internet with stories that push the limits.  And in
case you're interested, no I don't go to school with someone names "Princess
Leia" nor do I know anybody named "Darth Vader."  This is purely and simply
a fantasy, period.

FYI, all characters in this story are copyrighted up the yazoo by George
Lucas, but since he licensed them for "Energizer Bunny" commercials, it's
hard to imagine that he would care about them showing up here.  As demented
as this story is, it pales next to the torture that those battery
commercials inflict on an unsuspecting world!


Chapter 1 - "Where are the Rebels?"

Princess Leia Organa lay on her cot in the cold room.  She knew what her
captors wanted, but she was determined not to tell them.  To disclose the
location of the rebel base would be enough to undermine the entire
rebellion.  She was determined to keep the secret to herself -- it didn't
matter what happened to her, she had to remain quiet.  The door opened.  She
sat up as two large armed guards stood before her.  "Come with us,
Princess," one of them said.  There was no point in resisting, but she said
"I am a member of the Imperial Senate.  You have no right to do this!"
"Quiet, and come with us!" snapped her guards, and she was led out of the cell.

She was led through the corridors, and they went into an elevator which
brought them deep into the heart of the Death Star.  Leia had never been
this deep -- she trembled inwardly, unsure of what lay ahead for her.  It
was probably not going to be pleasant, but she could endure it.

Finally, they arrived at their destination.  The elevator door opened and
they exited.  The surroundings were dark and eerie, and they filled her with
trepidation.  The whole atmosphere was clearly intended to bring about fear
in a prisoner, and it was well designed.  Two more guards came and took her
from the two that had brought her, and they walked down the darkened
corridor until they reached a room which was at the end of a long hall.
While they were walking down the hall, Leia could hear moans and cries.  She
shuddered, but when they arrived at the door, it opened and she was taken
in.  In the room was Darth Vader, the most feared creature in the galaxy.
The room was brightly lit, and she saw a table, several cabinets, and hooks
from the ceiling.  She wondered if this was an imperial torture chamber --
she had heard rumors of such places -- but decided to try and be defiant.
"Lord Vader, what do you want?"

The imposing figure of Darth Vader looked down on her and spoke in the deep,
modulated tones which sent shivers down the spine of the entire galaxy.
"You know what we want, Princess.  The location of the rebel base."

"I know of no such thing.  Let me go immediately!"

Vader approached her and took her chin in his large gloved hands.  "Oh, you
will talk, Princess.  And making you talk will be one of the most pleasant
experiences I have ever had.  Remove your clothes!"  Leia gasped.  "I will
do no such thing!  How dare you!"  cried Leia.  "You will obey me!" snapped
the Dark Lord, and the two guards grabbed Leia by the arms.  Vader then
slowly cut her long white dress off her.  He removed her shoes, undid her
hair, and finally she stood stark naked before them.  Her body was lovely --
 firm breasts, smooth stomach, luscious curved legs and hips, a gorgeous
ass, and luscious feet and toes.  She felt the cold floor on her bare feet
and toes as she stood defiantly before her tormentors.  She was humiliated,
but determined to retain dignity.  Vader approached her.  "You will talk,
Princess.  Do you wish to talk now, or does your flesh want to feel the
pain?  You will talk, Princess, of that I assure you!"  During this
taunting, Vader was fondling her breasts, her body, her ass, and her cunt.
Leia gasped with humiliation as his gloved hands touched her body.

The two guards grabbed her arms and tied her from one of the hooks from the
ceiling.  She was raised so that she had to stand on her toes.  Vader opened
one of the cabinets and pulled out a whip.  It was a cat-o'-nine-tails,
which looked terrifying.  He held it in front of her face.  She was
terrified, but tried not to show it.  As a Princess she had never been
beaten before.  She had led a sheltered life and wasn't sure how she would
stand the pain.  But she was determined to be strong.  Then her back
exploded.  She had never felt such pain in her life.  She cried out, but was
determined not to do it again.  Again and again the whip found its mark on
her back and ass.  She gasped, but managed to stifle her screams.  The whip
cracked again and again and again.  Her pain was intense.  Tears began to
form in her eyes, but she was determined not to give them the satisfaction
of seeing her cry.  Vader was master of the psychological side of the
whipping as well as the physical side.  He would strike the helpless naked
girl, then wait, allowing her to quake in fear and listen to the hideous
breathing from his breathing device.  Then, when she would least expect it,
he would strike with all his might. The beating continued for what seemed
like an eternity.  Just when Leia was convinced it was over, it would begin
again.  Sometimes the pain was so great and so sudden that her cry of pain
escaped her lips before she could stifle it, but for the most part she
endured the piercing agony.  Finally, during a break, she hung from her
bonds, drenched in sweat, her back and luscious ass afire from the whipping,
and she felt Vader grab her hair and turn her face towards his.

"Well, Princess, do you have anything to tell us?  Or do you want more?"
Leia turned her head and looked at the Dark Lord, but said nothing.  Hate
burned in her eyes.  Vader laughed and announced that the interrogation
would continue.  This time, he picked up a cat-o'-nine-tails which had knots
in each of the cats.  It had been soaking in a vat of vinegar for quite some
time, and each cat was imbibed with it.  He approached the helpless girl and
swung the whip.  WHAP!  It struck her back and Leia was overwhelmed with
pain.  This whip was cutting into her tender flesh, leaving red welts where
it struck.  WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!  Over and over again the whip struck her.
Leia writhed and squirmed in agony, determined not to give them the pleasure
of seeing her scream or cry but fast losing the battle.  The whip stroked
began to cut open Leia's delicate back and ass, and when the wound was
opened the vinegar seeped into her, causing the welts to burn in
excruciating agony.  WHAP! WHAP!  The helpless girl was struck again and
again and again, each stroke sending waves of agony through her.

With a wave of Vader's hand, the beating stopped.  Leia hung from her bonds,
her back and ass covered with welts, sweat dripping from her naked body.
"Well, Princess, do you have anything to say to us?"  Leia gathered up all
the strength she had and spit in his face.  Vader and the two guards laughed
at her pathetic display of defiance.  "Prepare her," Vader commanded, and
the two guards lifted her bare legs and bound them securely to more hooks on
the ceiling.  When they were finished securing her her legs were wide apart
and her cunt was wide open.  Vader lifted the cat and began to rain mighty
blows onto Leia's cunt.  Despite her resolution to remain strong, the pain
of the blows striking her delicate organs caused to scream in pain.  Hearing
Leia's cries, Vader stopped.

"Ah, Princess, now we're getting some reaction!  Have you anything to tell us?"

"NO!  I WON'T TALK!  AAAAAHHH!!   AAAAIIIEEE!!" As soon as she had refused,
Vader began to whip the girl's cunt over and over and over again.  Leia
writhed and twisted, in a desperate but futile attempt to dodge the whip, or
at the very least make it miss her cunt.  But there was no chance -- Vader's
aim was sure, and Leia's cunt was aflame with agony as he whipped away until
one blow was so strong and caused her so much agony that she passed out.

Some smelling salts and cold water brought her around again.  "I must say,
Princess," taunted Vader, "I am rather disappointed in your ability to
withstand pain.  That you passed out under such a mild torture as this
doesn't bode well for when we begin to inflict some serious tortures on you.
 So let's work up to it.  Unless, that is, you have something you'd like to
tell us."  Sweat dripping down her face, Leia's look of contempt was her
answer.  In response, Vader brought up a large bottle with a tube at the
end.  He separated Leia's lovely ass cheeks and inserted the tube into her
anus, causing her to gasp.  With a squeeze, he filled her bowels with the
contents of the bottle.  Almost immediately, Leia's insides felt like they
were on fire -- whatever was in the liquid was burning and causing
horrendous cramps.  Leia began to twist and moan, and Vader leaned down and
put his face close to Leia's face, which was twisted in pain.  Leia didn't
want to defecate there, and she strained mightily to hold it in, but finally
the burning agony and the cramps won out and she expelled what was in her
bowels.  Almost immediately, the cramps and burning subsided, and she panted
in relief, but that relied turned to horror when she saw that Vader had
collected her shit in a bucket and was holding it near her.  Vader motioned
to a guard, who put on a pair of gloves and grabbed Leia's head and held it
firmly.  With Leia's head held tightly, Vader began to put the shit into
Leia's mouth, ordering her to eat it.  When the first spoonful of the vile
muck hit her mouth, she tried to spit it out, but the guard covered her
mouth and Vader struck her in the throat, causing her to swallow.

Leia was forced to eat all the shit she had deposited in the bucket.  If she
spit it out, Vader scooped it back up and put it in her mouth.  If she tried
to hold her mouth closed, her nose was held and as soon as she opened her
mouth to breathe, Vader's hand would force the shit into her mouth.
Several times she vomited, and when she did Vader just scooped the vomit up
and forced it down the miserable girl's throat.  Vader was a patient feeder
and finally, after several hours, Leia was finished with her "meal."

Vader looked down at Leia, who had shit covering her face and chest.  "Have
anything to tell us now, Princess?" he asked.  Despite the horror she had
just undergone, she summoned up all her strength, and choked out an insult.
Vader laughed a bone chilling laugh, then took up yet another bottle of
liquid.  Leia trembled in horror as she saw it.  Vader then took out a long,
thin tube and, while the guards held Leia's legs tight, slowly inserted the
tube into her urethra.  He then pumped the liquid into her bladder, pumping
slowly to distend the bladder but not break it.  When he was finished,
Leia's bladder was horribly distended and the girl was suffering greatly.
He then clamped off the tube, effectively catheterizing her, and then
ordered her to be brought to a small cage,  just large enough for her to
curl up in.  Her arms were bound behind her back so she couldn't undo the
catheter, and she was allowed to recuperate from the torture session, but
she remained in anguish from the liquid that filled her bladder.  After what
seemed like an eternity of suffering with the catheter inserted (but which
was probably a couple of hours), the catheter was removed, she had been
allowed to relieve herself (in the presence of several guards and Vader, an
event clearly designed to humiliate her) and was washed clean.   She was
then returned to her cage and allowed to sleep.  She curled her luscious
legs up under her and pointed her lovely feet and curled her supple toes.
They had a bright light shining on her, and some noise in the background,
but she had survived the ordeal so far, and now would sleep..

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