Captured and Imprisoned

It was dark, and Leia had one hand down the bottom front of her white outfit and the other underneath her top, brushing the hard nipple of her small breast with her hand.

The lights at the cell hadn't been out too long, but already she was rubbing her clit at a pretty good speed. Her legs began to tense as images of cock flashed before her closed eyes, the one that would rescue her from this Imperial Cell. Leia’s breathing was getting heavier when she heard the footsteps of whoever was on duty that time. She slowed her pace reluctantly, but continued to rub her clit slowly, hoping he'd pass quickly.

"Your Highness?" he said sharply, hearing her uneven breath.

Leia recognized his voice as the stormtrooper that usually kept watch over her.

She inhaled, trying to control her breath. "Ye- Yes, sir?" She tried to make it an answer, but it was more of a question, hoping he wouldn't suspect.

"Stand," he said. His voice left no room for negotiation.

Leia sighed, trying to slip her hands out as subtly as possible, trying to also wipe her wet fingers as she extracted her right one.

"Quickly!" he said, catching it.

"Yes, sir," She murmured, looking up at him.

"If you don't want the attention of the rest of the stormtroopers, you'll come closer," he said.

She nodded and approached where he stood on the doorframe, but a foot away.