Ask for the governance of sector in capital

Since you are sure that you would not be given the governance over entire capital, you decide to ask for one of Theed's sectors.

“I would ask then, for you to grant me the governance of

[A1]space port

[A2]an industrial sector

[A3]one of Civilian sectors

[A4]write in

in Theed, when it is conquered, so you can see how much talent I posse, Viceroy.” you say seductively.

You know that you would not be given a palace to look after, so you don't even bother asking. After all, it's a grand prize that will be probably used by viceroy himself.

“Very well. I will consider your request – if we win, that is.”

“Of that, I have no doubt, Viceroy.” You bow and the transmission is terminated.

You breath out loudly. Then inhale sharply as your pussy throbs, reminding you of your need. You turn and leave the information center.

You make your way to the supply office - there were some unassigned B1s there. You decid that you will borrow one of them... and then wipe its memory.

“Ma'am? Is that really a good idea?”

“Of course it is – now be silent I have it almost- there!”

You finished fastening your favorite strap-on on B1 you 'commandeered' from your supply section and brought to your room. You try moving it few times to make sure it's properly secured and smile to yourself satisfied.

You called your assistant and made sure that you won't be disturbed for next 8 hours.

With that set, you relax. It's finally your downtime.

You lick your lips and turn to droid. You take of your jacket and throw it on chair. You start walking to the droid, at the same time, unbuttoning your vest.

“Ma'am?” The droid asks in nervous voice.

You allow your vest to slip from your shoulders and fall on the ground.

You press your breasts against it's chest-plate. You can feel the cold metal on your skin, your nipples pushing against the steel, the strap-on - now between your legs - pressing against your pussy.

“Ah.” You moan. You put a finger on B1's head, where the mouth should normally be. “Shh. Don't you know that it's rude to interrupt a Lady. Be quiet and don't move.” You speak lustfully.

“Roger, Roger.”

You back a little and start sensually moving in rhythm that only you can hear. You slowly unbutton your skirt and allow it to slide down your hips. Soon after your thongs follow the suit.

The strip-tease served to put you in mood and you don't want droid to accidentally destroy your clothes. But you decided to keep your thigh-high heeled boots on – you prefer to keep blaster at hands reach.

You, again, press your body against B1's with the strap-on pressing against your bare pussy. You start grinding your pussy against it, enraptured in your own feelings. After a moment, you start kissing the droid's chest, slowly lowering yourself to the level of strap-on.

Finally you find yourself on your knees in front of the droid with your strap-on right before your eyes. You give it a lick – it's wet with your juices. You lick it few more times before taking it into your mouth and sucking it, like it was a real one. Involuntarily, one of your hand started groping your breast while other traveled to your crotch and started fingering your pussy.

You lose yourself in your fantasy were you are

[B1]newly crowned queen of Naboo. Your pussy is licked by previous Queen, who is wearing a **** outfit and is chained to your throne.

[B2]governor of planet, leader of your own droid armies, sitting on throne and accepting a delegation while, discretely, having your pussy penetrated by vibrators implemented into the throne.

[B3]secretary-assistant to Viceroy of Federation. There are few cords going from your thigh-high boots to your pussy and ass – connecting the egg-vibrators in your orifices to their controllers in boots.You try to give your report without moaning, as Viceroy plays with remote controlling your egg-vibrators and gropes your lewdly displayed breasts.

[B4]**** girl, sucking her Trandoshan's master rough shaft.

[B5]write in

You climax as your fantasy reaches it's 'climax'. You fall on your back breathing heavily. Finally, you get up.

“Stand next to bed.” you order.

“Roger, Roger.”

As the droid stands right next to bed, you get on your fours right in front of him. You slowly slide the strap-on into your wet, needy snatch. When the shaft hides entirely in you, you turn to droid.

“Start pushing your hips in rhythmic manner, as strong and as fast as you can. Don't stop until I tell you to stop or until I lose consciousness.”

“Roger, Roger.”

And with that he thrust his hips... you yelp as you fly forward.

“Stop!”

This thrusts are too strong for your body – you are too weak after all the excitement and masturbation.

You take your previous position in front of the droid with strap-on inside you.

“Grab my hips. Good, now start again- haa! Stop! Why did you let go?”

“You are to slippery, ma'am.”

You curse. Then your eyes fall on one of your toys – a collar. Normally you

[C1]use it on your partners

[C2]have your partners use it on you

[C3]don't use it

[C4]write in

but it gives you an idea.

You grab the collar and fasten it around your neck and attach a steel chain to it.

You again get on your fours in front of the droid, but this time you give it the leash connected to your collar.

“Hold it. When the strap-on start's to slide from my pussy, pull it.”

“Roger, Roger.”

“Execute.”

“Roger, Roger.”

You gasp as you B1 thrust his hips, the next second the collar tightens around your throat as it's pulled. You reach for the collar with intention of loosening it, but moment later you feel strap-on penetrating you deeper, then deeper again. All you can think of now is the coming orgasm, as your pussy is ravished.

You don't have to wait for long. After a relentless, inhuman **** your pussy quickly gives up and your body started trembling from orgasm wrecking your body.

You are ready to collapse on bed to drown in the feeling, but B1's **** doesn’t case – on the contrary, the moment your body was hit with orgasm, droid pulled the leash, impaling you even deeper onto strap-on.

“St-AH!”

Your protests are cut short as the machine starts hitting your womb. The ravishment of your nether regions with limited supply of oxygen change allows you to experience the series of orgasms as one long orgasm.

The fact that B1 constantly pulls your leash and impales you even further, doesn't help.

But finally, it seems to run out of patience.

“Stop backing.” It said in irritated voice.

You felt its hand on your back, pushing you forward at the same time pulling your leash – effectively cutting out your air supply.

“Haq!... re-!...lling...e!...op!” You try to stop it, but can't say a word.

You try to reach for your blaster, but the moment you change position, B1 pulls the leash, tightening the collar even more. Your hands immediately go to collar, trying to loosen it even a little.

Then next wave of orgasm hits you and everything fades.

You slowly open your eyes. You find yourself lying on the floor of your room.

You are alive! That damn idiot B1 almost killed you!

That was...

[D1]one of the best sex intercourse you ever had, you would do it all over again!

[D2]good sex, but next time you will use a specialized droid.

[D3]you are not sure how to consider this...

[D4]weak masturbation tool and dangerous to your life.

[D5]the stupidest of things you could have done! You almost died! No way you are doing this again!

[D6]write in

“Ma'am?”

Your eyes land on the offensive machine. You

[E1]take out your blaster and blast it.

[E2]fuck it again, then blast it.

[E3]blast it, then fuck it again.

[E4]sent it away and wipe it's memory.

[E5]keep it – if you won't use it, you will find someone to use it on.

[E6]write in

[E7]get it to fuck you again - you've still got plenty of time after all. Then keep the droid around, to use on someone else. To put them in their place.