Star Whores - Conclusion

by Pulsar

Meanwhile, onboard the massive battle station 'Breast Star,' the evil Darcy Vader led the hapless Princess Laida into the gunner's room. "Muff Target!" snapped Laida. "I recognized your foul stench since I was brought on board! Smell's like a can of tuna in here! Don't you ever douche?"

And thus the Governess Target approached her with a sarcastic grin. "Charming to the last. You don't know how hard I found it to sign the order to bust your cherry!"

"You wouldn't know what to do with a cherry if it bit you!" roared Laida defiantly.

"My, my! Aren't we cute when we're bratty," sneered Grand Muff Target. "Too bad for you that there's plenty more where you come from. Now, perhaps you'll change your tune once we demonstrate the full power of this station!" With that, she turned to a Storm Vixen who stood at the fire controls. "Destroy Nymphia!"

"Yes, Governess!" she replied.

"What? Noooo!" cried Laida! "You can't do that! Nymphia is peaceful, it's full of virgins!"

"Ha! I know all about you Nymphian's!" snapped Grand Muff Target. "The only cherries on Nymphia are the ones that grow on trees!" And thus she faced the view screen. "Fire!"

Instantly, the mighty weapon fired it's energy missiles. In a flash, Nymphia burst into bright glare, reducing the glowing pristine world into a cloud of dust and asteroids.

Meanwhile, aboard he Perineum Falcon, Hanna Solo took her seat as the proximity alarm blared out. "Well kiddies! We're coming up on Nymhia. Coming out of light speed will be rough, so strap in!" With that, she reached for the throttle.

"Aren't YOU gonna strap in, Captain Solo?" asked Lucia.

"I prefer a 'strap-on' myself!" she said as she pulled the levers back. And with a mighty jerk, they broke out of light speed as the ship rapidly decelerated. Yet all that lay before them were large chunks of rock. "Holy bee-jezus! Asteroids! The next worst thing that could happen to a star pilot!"

"What's the worst?" asked Lucia.

"Hemorrhoids!" snapped Solo.

Suddenly, a lone Vixen fighter zoomed by them a close range, firing a few warning shots. "Look out!" cried Beth Getonme.

"Don't worry, I'll blast that bitch right out of the sky!" boasted Hanna Solo as she began to pursue the small ship.

"She's heading for that small moon!" cried Lucia as she pointed.

"Well, not if I can get to her first," said Solo as she gunned the throttles. "I'll take her alive if I can so I can dyke-rape her!"

Suddenly, the ominous voice of wisdom of Beth Getonme spoke out. "That's no moon!" she warned.

"What do ya' mean, it's no moon! Of course it's a moon!" argued Solo.

"No, look at it! It only has one globe. Now *here's* a moon!" With that, she stood up, hiked her robe and dropped her panties to flash her bare ass. "See! This is what a moon looks like!"

"Ooooh!" gasped both Hanna and Lucia.

"Then what is it?" asked Hanna Solo.

"It can only be one thing-- the 'Breast Star!'" warned Beth Getonme. "I think we should skedaddle!"

"Yeah, I think you're right!" agreed Solo as she punched the reverse. Yet the engines only moaned and screeched.

"Good-goddess! Sounds like your ship's having an orgasm!" protested Beth.

"What do ya' expect?" snapped Solo. "They've got their suck-o-matic on full blast! We're being drawn in! We can't escape!"

"Oh no!" cried Lucia, now on the verge of tears.

"Well, looks like our chance to infiltrate that thing and finally confront Darcy Vader!" declared Beth Getonme.

And so they were drawn in toward the massive looming Breast Star within the inescapable suction of the tractor beam. "Damn this beam is powerful!" noted Solo. "Wish I had a dildo this powerful!"

And by and by, the ship was drawn into a massive hanger where a heavily armed company of Vixen Troopers surrounded them. Two of the armored nymphs marched aboard, ready to seize all cargo and passengers, yet none could be found. After a few lucky shots, two armored figures re-emerged from the hold. "Nothing in there but a bunch of smuggled porn and Ecstasy drug," declared Hanna Solo behind the helmet. And so several other Storm Vixens raced aboard in elation to claim their share of the loot. "Come on," she coaxed. Soon, Lucia Slylicker emerged as well, also clad in the armored suit, along with Beth Getonme and the two girl-bots.

Eventually, they snuck into a small computer room that overlooked the hangar where RU plugged into the main database. "RU says she found the controls to the suck-o-matic!" declared C-U69.

"Good, show me where it is and I'll go deactivate it," said Beth Getonme.

"She also says she's found thousand of loli porn vids!" added C-U69.

"Download it by all means!" ordered Solo.

"Alright girls, stay here! I'll go shut off the suck-o-matic," said Beth.

"I wanna help!" protested Lucia.

"No, stay here with Hanna. You'll be in good hands!" assured Beth.

"You sure will, kiddo!" agreed Solo with a wicked grin.

And thus Beth slipped away down the darkened corridors. Meanwhile, RU began to beep and whistle in a frenzy. "Like... oh-mah-gawd!" cried C-U69. "The princess is here! Princess Laida is locked up right here on this station!"

"Oh no! We've got to help her!" cried Lucia.

"Who's 'we'?" protested Solo as she reclined in one of the chairs and put her feet up on the console. "I'm all for getting outta here as soon as possible."

"But... if you were to rescue her, the reward would be..."

"What?"

"Well... a nice piece of ass! You'd get some!"

"I better!"

"You will!" assured Lucia. "You know how those floozy lezbo princesses are."

"Alight kid! Let's go!" said Hanna Solo as she donned the Vixen helmet once again."

They prepared to leave when C-U69 cried out, "Uh... hel-looooo! Ex-squeeze-me! What if RU and me get caught here?"

"Have RU show 'em her vibe attachments!" said Lucia as she too donned her helmet.

"And hope they're not frigid!" added Solo.

"This job sucks!" protested C-U69.

And after meandering the myriad of unending dark corridors of the massive Breast Star, the two intruders disguised as Vixen Troopers finally located the cell block that contained Princess Laida. Once they stepped out of the elevator, they faced a guard captain. "What are you two doing here?" she demanded.

"We're here to get the princess for a transfer ," replied Hanna Solo.

"Oh really?" snapped the guard captain. "You have the transfer order?"

"Sure," said Hanna. "I've got your transfer order right here!" With that, she opened fire, her superior marksmanship striking true. Lucia fired as well. The entire cellblock filled with smoke and glowing laser bolts. But when the smoke cleared, only Hanna and Lucia remained standing. "Say kid, nice shooting!" said Hanna. "You're feisty! I like that! Now go get the princess so we can split!"

And thus Lucia raced down the corridor until she found the right cell door. Once she forced it open, she found the beautiful teen nymph in a very short white robed dress lying on the crude cot. In spite of all the abuse she had endured at the hands of Darcy Vader, she gleamed like a goddess.

But upon seeing that an armored Vixen had entered, Laida sat up and seductively crossed her bare legs. "Aren't you a little short for a Vixen Trooper?" she snapped.

"Huh?" And thus Lucia removed her helmet. "Give me a break! I'm only twelve years old!"

"Oh, young and fresh!" gleamed Princess Laida.

"I'm Lucia Slylicker. I'm here to rescue you. I'm in training with Beth Getonme to become an Amazon Knight!"

"Amazon Knight, huh," replied Laida. "Okay, prove it! Lose the armor! Show some bare leg!"

"Well... okay." With that, Lucia shed the armored suit as quickly as possible to reveal her sassy academy uniform underneath.

"Hmmm!" said Laida with approving eyes. "Those are the cutest little bare knees I've ever seen on a twelve-year-old! I hate you!"

"Will you hurry up!" demanded Lucia as she stepped aside. "We'll get captured if we don't move it!"

And though Laida quickly fled the cell, she huffed in contempt. "Now look here! I'm a princess! I don't take orders, I give them! And when you rescue a princess, it's common courtesy to fall down at her feet and worship them!"

"Look, we don't have time..."

Suddenly, a horde of Vixen Troopers came crashing out of the elevator and opened fire down the cellblock. Hanna boldly fired back, yet had to keep ducking for cover behind the girders. "C'mon, Lucia! Fire! We can't hold 'em back forever!"

Yet Laida seized upon Lucia's weapon. "You space dykes are soooo incompetent!" she protested. And so she blasted open the garbage chute. "You better jump or we'll all be killed!"

And moments later, Laida, Hanna, and Lucia came crashing down in a pile of garbage, safe for the moment from the Vixen Troopers. The lighting within was dim at best, yet it revealed all the putrid swill that surrounded them.

"Eeeewwww!" protested Laida. "Double eeewww! This is like, totally narly!"

"Well, it was your idea, brat!" snapped Hanna.

"Like, gross me out the door!" groaned Laida. "There's like... used pads and tampons everywhere?"

"Well duh!" snapped Lucia. "What'd you expect aboard the Breast Star? Used condoms and blow-up dolls?!"

"C'mon kiddies! Let's get outta here!" coaxed Hanna Solo. Yet when she fired at the door, the laser beam only bounced every which way. "Well, ain't that special!"

"Say, what are you anyway?" asked Laida as Hanna shed her armor, once again revealing her tough-looking studded vest in conjunction with her sassy tight little black short-shorts. "I mean... if you're a girl, you're a raging bull-dyke. But, if you're a dude, you're a flaming faggot!"

And thus Hanna gave her quite a dirty look. But saying nothing, she lit up another long skinny cigarette. "Well kid, it's mysteries like this that make life worth living!" she finally retorted.

But suddenly, there came a loud rumble as the walls suddenly began to close in. "Like... oh-mah-gawd! It's a trash compactor!" cried Laida.

"Well, don't just stand there! Try to brace it!" ordered Solo as she picked up a large beam from the garbage.

"Like... oh-mah-gawd! We're gonna die!" panicked Laida.

"Aw, quit yer bitchin' brat!" snapped Solo as she attempted to set the beam in place. "If you think Darcy Vader was bad, wait 'till I get my hands on you!"

Elsewhere aboard the Breast Star, Darcy Vader entered the dark conference room where sat Grand Muff Target. "I tell you, Betty Cum *IS* here!" she affirmed. "The last time I smelled that pussy smell, it was in the presence of my old Amazon dominatrix!"

"Betty Cum Getonme?" doubted Muff Target. "That ol' bat must be dead by now!"

"Do not under estimate the power of the libido! She is here! But I shall face her again, and destroy her once and for all!" And with that, she turned about and vanished into the darkness of the corridors.

And true to Darcy's suspicions, Beth Getonme lurked quietly among the control consoles, until she located the power lever to the suck-o-matic. Very carefully, she turned the lever until all the lights went out. And having completed her task, she began to emerge from the machinery when two Vixen Troopers came marching by. "Is this another drill?" asked one.

"We're on intruder alert," replied the other. "But there's no one here. So we'll just stand here."

"Yeah... so... did you see those new cadet girls that arrived last week?" asked the first.

"Yeah! Nice fresh meat!" agreed the second.

Yet as Beth stepped forward, she waved her hand, summoning the powers of the libido. "Oh-gawd! Ooooh-gaaawwd!" cried one of the Vixen Troopers.

"What's with you?"

"I... I don't know I just... I just came in my armor!"

"Gee, you're such a friggin' nympho..."

And as they conversed, Beth Getonme quietly crept away in the darkness.

Meanwhile, down the garbage masher, the three girls found themselves in rather dire straights as the walls came closer together. Hanna grunted and groaned as she attempted to keep the walls at bay with her muscular legs as they closed in. But Lucia frantically called for the droids on her comlink. "C-U69! Come in, C-U69! Are you there?"

But as static answered back, Hanna gave one hard push with her meaty bare legs. "Uuuurrgggh!" she grunted. "Well, Princess... at least you'll be as thin as an anorexic supermodel when they find us!"

"Do something!" cried Laida.

But Lucia screamed into her comlink again. "C-U69! Come in! U69! RU? Give me 69"

"Sorry kid, but I'm kinda busy right now!" grunted Hanna as she gave one last attempt against the walls with her back and legs.

"C-U69! Shut down the walls! Quick!"

And back in the small control room, C-U69 finally answered. "Like... oh-mah-gawd! Shut 'em down! Shut 'em down!"

Suddenly, the mighty walls came to a halt. "Yeeeesss!" cried Lucia! "They did it! Those girl-bots did it!"

"Well bless their stainless steel clits!" snapped Hanna Solo. "Now if they open the door, we'll be on our way!"

And moments later, they stepped from the garbage bin into the corridor, safe for the moment. "Well... that was close!" sighed Lucia in relief.

"Eeeewww!" protested Laida. "I like... sooooo need a shower! No... a warm bath in a hot tub and another trip to the salon! That soooo messed up my hair!"

"Sure! We'll duck right into the first beauty salon we can find here on this station!" snapped Solo sarcastically.

But Princess Laida only huffed. "Will someone get this walking carpet muncher out of my way!"

Hanna shook her head. "Like you have room to talk, you little clit-licker!"

"Now here this!" roared Laida. "From now on, you do as I say!"

"Oh yeah!" snapped Solo. "I take orders from two people, and the first one is me!"

"So who's the other?" asked Lucia.

"A femme-dom... but only if she's good! Now let's move it!"

But meanwhile, Beth Getonme lurked among the winding hallways of the massive station. Yet she knew all was not well. A dark presence hung over. She knew it too well as it haunted her from her past. And then the sudden hiss of a mechanical breath shed light on everything. She quickly turned about, only to face-- Darcy Vader!

"Soooo, Betty Cum! We meet again! When I left you, I was but your bitch. But now, I am the dominatrix!" And with that, she drew her light dildo and brought it to life with a hum.

"Oh really, Darcy?" snapped Beth Getonme as she drew her own weapon. "As I recall, it wasn't me who got her ass kicked and now has to wear a full-body life-support!"

"You won't get away this time, you menopausal slut! I am the mistress now!"

"You can't win this one, Darcy!" cried Getonme. "You don't know the power of the libido. You were seduced by dark side of PMS!" Suddenly, they both charged one another with loud cries which sounded like cats in heat. With a mighty flash of light, their deadly dildos clashed as the two foes began the duel. They buzzed, sparked and fizzed as the glowing deadly weapons clashed again and again.

"Your powers are weak, old crone!" taunted Darcy Vader. "Menopause has taken it's toll on you!"

"If you strike me down, I'll only become more powerful... and horny!" And thus she charged again with a cat-like whine. "Reeeowww!" she screamed as their weapons crashed again. They flew about in a fury that the human eye could barely follow. And soon, Beth swung her light dildo with such a force it knocked Darcy's weapon from her hand. "Ha! Didn't think I still had it in me, did you?" she roared proudly as she held her foe at bay.

"I'm sure you still have your toy beads in you to this day!"

"You are beaten... again, Darcy!"

Yet across from the hanger, a small group of Vixen Troopers spied the two in their duel. And thus they marched over to investigate. But seeing that the Perineum Falcon now sat unguarded, the three girls and the two girl-bots began to sprint for the boarding ramp.

However, Beth Getonme soon realized she was surrounded by the small troupe of warriors who now had her covered. And thus Darcy summoned the powers of PMS. Instantly, her dildo weapon flew through the air and returned to her hand.

But in the distance, Lucia suddenly caught sight of everything. There stood Beth Getonme in an inescapable position. "Beth?" she gasped.

And thus Beth took one look at the Vixen Troopers who surrounded her, plus the youthful Lucia in the distance. She took one look at Darcy Vader before lowering her weapon. In that one instance, the evil Mistress swung her weapon with a deadly strike at Beth! Yet in a flash she was gone. One the floor where their should have been a smoking corpse, sat nothing more than her tattered robe soaked in a puddle of girl-cum.

"Nooooo!" cried Lucia as she opened fire.

"Hurry up, kid! We're leaving!" ordered Hanna.

Yet Lucia continued to fire her gun in all her anger and torment. Then suddenly, there came a voice, "Run, Lucia! Run!" It came from within, yet it was Beth's voice of wisdom.

Yet a bewildered Darcy Vader poked at Beth's fallen cloak with her spiked boot. It landed with a 'squish' as her boot landed in the cum puddle. And she too heard that haunting familiar voice of Betty Cum Getonme. "This is far from over, bitch!" Too late did she realize that Betty Cum had not been destroyed!

Meanwhile, Lucia hurried up the ramp into the waiting ship. Hanna quickly fired up the engines, which sputtered to life only after several attempts. "Damn starter's wearing out again!" Yet the mighty engines came to live and soon the massive Perineum Falcon blasted forth from the hangar and into deep space.

Once clear of the station and soaring through hyper-space, Solo sat down in the main hold once again. "Sorry about the old lady, Lucia! But she did manage to knock out the suck-o-matic! Not bad for a menopausal crone!"

Yet all Lucia could do was sit at the game table and cry. "I can't believe she's gone," she mumbled.

But then Solo turned to face Princess Laida. "Well, not a bad bit of rescuing if I say so myself. What can I say? I rock!"

But Laida only shook her head. "Hmph! You call this a rescue? I mean... like, where's the first class aboard this ship?"

"Y'know what, girlie? You're cruising for a dyke-rape!" warned Solo.

"And I need to get cleaned up! I mean, when we reach Yanking 4, I have to look nice and sassy for my grand entrance!"

"Grand entrance?!" queried an irate Solo. "You're worried about a grand entrance? Hmmmph! I'll give you a 'grand entrance!' I've got just the thing to 'enter' right here!" And with her patience expended, Hanna seized upon her favorite motorized strap-on from the collection on the wall. She grabbed Laida by the arm and dragged her from the room into a side hold.

"No! Noooo!" protested Laida. Lucia listened intently from where she sat. "Nooo! Not that! Pleeezee!"

Yet soon there came the loudest, 'Bbbzzzzzzzz!" Lucia ever heard.

"NooooOOO! Oh gawd! Oooooh-gaaawwwd! It's too big I... I.... Aaaaaggghhhh!"

Lucia sat and listened as the rotating little studs worked their magic. Laida cried out as her nervous system went into overload. Then, she shrieked wildly along with the sound her spurting.

A few moments later, Hanna Solo came back into the hold with a grin of contentment. Yet she had splatters of girl-juice on her clothing. Soon, Laida staggered back in half naked, before collapsing to the floor. "Oooh, gaawwd," groaned Laida. "My guts shot out of my twat when I came!" And with that, she passed out completely exhausted and cramped from her mighty orgasm.

Hanna laughed as she lit up another skinny cigarette. "So, what do you think of her, Hanna?" asked Lucia.

"Trying not to! But still, she's got a nice ass! What you think? A princess and a dyke like me..."

"No!" interrupted Lucia. "I mean... not if I get to her first!"

Finally, the Perineum Falcon came to rest within the old stone buildings of the freedom fighters on the forth moon of Yanking. A cheering crowd gathered around Princess Laida and her companions upon realizing she had been rescued. "I've got the porn!" she declared to Mistress Willow. "It contains secret coding that will show us how do destroy the Breast Star!"

"Finally! We've been waiting for this stuff for months," declared Mistress Willow.

And thus the wasted no time in connecting the RU unit to their main defense computer. "This better be good," warned Solo. "I've been through enough to get it!"

And thus the multitude gathered around the big screen as an image came into view. "Well, I see you've been a very bad little girl, Sally!" said the mother in the film.

"Oh yes, Mummy, I've been very naughty!" confessed Sally.

"And therefore Mummy is gonna punish little naughty Sally! Take off your clothes!"

"Y... yess Mummy!"

But Hanna Solo sighed. "Fast-forward, already!"

And after several moments of the chattery fast-forwarding, they reached the good part. "Ooowiieee, mommy, that bare-bottom spanking hurts!"

"Oh, but my naughty girl has a wet cunny! I think you're enjoying this!"

"No mommy! Nooo!" And after a few on-screen spanks, 'Nancy' began to spasm. "Oooh Mummy! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!" said Hanna.

Yet the crowd turned around to scowl at her with a "Shhhh!"

"There's more," whispered Laida. "There's a film about a girl who lays eggs, and then there's one about a naughty baby sitter who watches over a blind girl, and oh... there's one about two sisters and an aunt who..."

"I get the idea!" snapped Solo! "Just burn me a copy already!"

But hours later, Lucia found herself seated in an old but mighty 'sex-wing' starfighter as they prepared to attack the mighty Breast Star. As they began to soar over the planet toward the darkness of space, she heard that familiar calming voice. "Lucia! The libido will be with you!"

Lucia tapped her helmet to see if it really was a malfunction, or if the spirit of Beth Getonme lived still. But all too soon, the brave squadron of flying nymphs approached the looming Breast Star as it drew nearer to their home base. "Oh-mah-gawd!" cried Wedgie. "Look at the size of that thing!"

"It's not that big yet," replied Biggie. "Wait till I'm horny and it pops out of my hood!"

"Not your clit! The Breast Star!" snapped Wedgie.

"Hey, cut the gabbing you two!" ordered the squadron mistress. "Hellcat group, dive into the slit! Valkyrie group, skim the surface and draw their fire!" And thus the squadron of sex-wing fighters split up. Laser bolts flashed everywhere as the warring parties clashed. But soon the freedom fighters faced a new enemy as the Imperial tit-fighters joined the fray.

And in one small custom-made fighter sat Darcy Vader herself. She mercilessly and skillfully pursued the sex-wing fighters, firing upon them until hardly any were left. But as Lucia realized she may be the next one, she flew her own fighter down into the slit. "Hellcat two, this is Hellcat five! I'm going in and I'm going deep!"

"Oooo!" sighed Wedgie. "I've got you covered, Hellcat five!"

"I've got the station's gamma-spot locked into the computer now!"

And so they flew along the trench as they approached that one vulnerable opening in the Breast Star. But soon the enemy fighters were on the their tails, led by none other than Darcy Vader. "The libido is strong with this one," she mumbled as she attempted to target the ship. Yet with all her frantic firing, all she could do was disable RU-1-2 who rode on the back of her ship.

"I've lost RU!" cried Lucia.

"What?" cried Princess Laida back home on base as distorted transmission came through. "I didn't copy. What did you lose?"

"RU-1-2!" replied Lucia's static-filled reply.

"Yes, I AM one too!" replied Laida. "Hell of a time to ask. But what about the battle?"

Lucia only slapped her helmet in reply as laser bolts darted and burst all round her. But once again, Lucia heard that familiar voice. "Lucia, use the libido!"

But suddenly, Darcy Vader's computer had her on target. "I've got you now, you little slut!"

However, a blast came from above. From out of the glare of the sun flew Hanna Solo in the Perineum Falcon who had blasted one of Vader's wing-girls. The collision sent Darcy spinning out of control into the void of space. "C'mon, school girl! Pop this station's cherry, kid!"

But within the bowels of this mighty station, Grand Muff Target stood proudly in the control room. "We are clear to fire!" announced a Vixen Trooper.

"Fire when ready!" ordered the Grand Muff.

But out in space in the heat of the battle, Lucia headed the wise words of the renowned Betty Cum Getonme. She shut off her computer and closed her eyes. And then she fired blindly, seeing only with her mind. The torpedoes struck the g-spot and penetrated deep into the core of the Breast Star, prompting all remaining fighters to fly clear at maximum velocity.

The next moment, the once-mighty station burst into a glowing cloud of gas as bright as a sun itself. As Darcy Vader spun out of control, all she could do was watch helplessly as her once proud station had vaporized. Yet once she regained control of her ship and resumed level flight, she flew off into deep space, vowing to return to fight another day.

 

Back home at the base, the cheering crowd gathered around Lucia's sex-wing fighter as she climbed out. They carried and whistled as the lauded her heroic feat as well as the up-skirt view they had. And Hanna Solo got her fair share of admiration too for her role in the victory, but Lucia was the center of attention. And thus Solo struggled through the crowd. "Hey... 'xcuse me. Coming through!" she cried as she approached Lucia. "Hey... listen people. I saw her first! I'm first in line! Lucia! You did kid! Tell 'em who's got first dibs on getting into your panties, huh?"

Meanwhile, the ground techs lowered the battered RU unit down from her sex-wing as the frantic C-U69 approached. "Like... oh-mah-gawd! RU! Speak to me!" But the poor little pink girl-bot sat lifeless before them as a man-servant loaded her onto a maintenance cart. "You can fix her, can't you?" pled C-U69.

"I'll get to work on her right away, madam!" replied the servant.

"Very good," added Mistress Willow. "And when you're finished repairing that droid, I want you to give me pedicure... and give one to Lucia and Hanna as well... and a waxing, and a deep tissue massage... oh, and a hair-dressing!"

"As you wish, my mistress," replied the man-servant.

But Mistress Willow shook her head suspiciously. "Say, are you 'getting off' on all this submission to us freedom-fighting nymphs?!"

"Who, meeee?" replied the man-servant with pseudo-innocence in his voice.

And several days later, before the great assembly, the beautiful Princess Laida presented medals to the heroines of the day, Lucia and Hanna. RU was clean and functioning, now fully restored and upgraded. C-U69 stood shiny and polished as ever. And all three girls had fresh manicures, pedicures and new styled hair. But as Laida placed the medal upon Hanna, she leaned forward to whisper, "You still haven't told me if you're a dyke or a fag!"

"Well, there's only one way to find out!" whispered Hanna back out of the side of her mouth.

"Ooooh! Ooooh! Oooh-gaaawwd! Oooh-yeeesss! Yeeesss!" moaned Laida loudly in ecstasy as Hanna worked her over in a '69' "Ooooh! Oh-yesss! Right here! Don't stop! Dooonnn't stopppp!" And soon, Hanna's skilled tongue brought her to an explosive orgasm of super-nova proportions. "Aaaaaah!" she screamed as her body jolted and pulsed uncontrollably. "Oooh! Ooooh!" Yet she continued to like her rescuer who lay on the bottom. "C'mon, Hanna baby! Squirt in my face!"

"Oh yesss! Yeeesss!" cried Solo. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Soon, she squeezed the princess's head between her muscular thighs as she let fly a massive orgasm. Her strong body jerked violently for a long while until her climax subsided. "Oh princess!" gasped Hanna.

And thus they lay side by side in their suite in the darkness of night. "Now... let's wake up Lucia," said Laida. "I want another piece of the fresh young school-girl cherry!"

"You and me both, Princess!"

And so... they lived happily ever after... until a few months later when Darcy Vader regrouped and attacked their base on an ice planet which they barely escaped with their lives. But that's another story.