She can take the life of the mass-murderer who destroyed her homeworld

After a long walk through the chilly halls of the **** Start that raised goosebumps on Leia’s naked flesh, and a long ride in a lift, Vader brought her to the entrance of Grand Moff Tarkin’s private quarters. The tall Sith made a gesture at the guard outside, “The Commander wants to see us right away.”

The guard saluted, and led them through the door. Then stepped back outside. The door hissed shut.

Vader strode to the center of Tarkin’s living area, when the elderly governor stepped out of his study. The gaunt old man was wearing a thick robe over his uniform pants and comfortable slippers.

“Vader! What is the meaning of this intrus…” his words were cut off and he grasped at his throat, as Vader made a pinching gesture in the air.

Sith Lord unhooked the leash from Leia’s collar. He took his lightsaber from his belt and handed it to her. In his resonant bass voice, he intoned, “That is the man responsible for the destruction of your homeworld. The slaughter of billions. The **** of the woman who raised you from an infant. Let your rage flow through you. Strike him down in anger and your journey to the Dark Side will begin.”

Leia found the button to ignite the weapon. The angry red, buzzing blade of energy sprouted from the hilt that she held in both hands. Vader’s words urged her forward. Brought back the pain she had felt seeing Tarkin casually sentence her entire world to ****.

Vader didn’t use his **** powers to influence his daughter’s mind. Her fall would be much more complete if she made this decision of her own free will.

Leia hesitated, Tracking deserved to die. If she had been across the battlefield she would have taken him down without a thought. Here, he was a helpless old man, immobilized and fighting just for a breath of air. She steeled herself. Tarkin deserved no mercy. He exterminated an entire world as if it were nothing. She slashed at him again and again and again.

“Good, let your anger flow through you, daughter.” Vader encouraged her. “Deal the **** he deserves.”

The lightsaber sliced through flesh and bone. She left Tarkin in smoking pieces on the floor.

“You feel it now, the exhilaration of vengeance. The joy of dealing final justice to your enemies” he said, his voice quieter now, tempting.

Leia turned and saw Vader — the black-clad monster who had tortured and **** her — who had killed the man she had known as her loving father before her eyes. Vader had no weapon now. Leia advanced, lightsaber raised.

Vader raised a hand and Leia was slammed back against the wall, splayed spread-eagle a foot off the floor. The lightsaber fell from her grip to the floor, it burned through the thick carpet of the governor’s quarters and sizzled against the metal deck plating below.

Vader kept her pinned there with his hand extended, while he bent to retrieve the weapon. He held it up close to her face, she could feel the heat radiating off it.

“I knew you would try to kill me, because you are my daughter. You have inherited my rage.” He lowered the lightsaber, and pressed the tip lightly to her inner thigh. It branded a small stripe on her skin. Searing pain shot through her, and she cried out.

“I also knew you would fail, because you are still weak. A whimpering little quim, who only draws breath because I permit it. You have no hope of avenging yourself on me, cunt. Do you understand that now?” He extinguished the lightsaber.

Leia’s head drooped, she gasped in a breath after her long scream and sobbed out, “Yes Father.”

“Very good.” Vader lowered his hand and Leia collapsed to the floor on all fours, shaking and weeping. Vader snapped the leash back onto her collar and tugged. “Come.” he commanded.

Leia followed on hands and knees, as Vader walked into Tarkin’s bedroom. “You took his life. Now we will use his bed for our pleasure,” Vader told her. He raised his hand and levitated her onto the large bed. The sheets were soft and smooth, as fine as any in the palace she grew up in. She lay back on them and spread her legs for her Father.

He removed his codpiece, revealing the horror of his half-mechanical cock. She was familiar with it now and knew what to expect. She gritted her teeth preparing for the punishing penetration.

Vader’s massive form moved onto the bed, then on top of Leia. His darkness fully eclipsed her pale skin. The huge cybernetic phallus drove into her hard, over and over and over. Her tender pussy being stretched and hammered was no less painful than it had been the first time, but the pain was not as unwelcome now. It had an erotic charge to it. Her cunt moistened, lubricating her Father’s savage, unrelenting rutting. Vader’s psychic touches on the corners of her mind where pain mingled with pleasure were conditioning her. His driving cock and mental **** on her libido **** orgasm after orgasm out of her. When he finally came deep inside her, she was left spent and tangled in the sheets of the man she had just murdered, now sodden with her juices and sweat.

Vader replaced his codpiece and called for an immediate meeting of the senior division heads of the **** Star. When they had gathered in the conference room, he entered, with Leia still naked crawling behind him. Her Father’s cum dribbled down the inside of her thighs and stung the burn he had left there, to remind her of her place.

Vader announced, “Tarkin has been executed for genocide and destruction of a planet of the Empire without the express permission of the Emperor. I am assuming command of this battle station.” He made careful note of each of their faces and their demeanors as he gave the news. Then he dismissed them back to their duties. As he was leaving the conference room, an aide saluted him. “Lord Vader, a small freighter has been spotted in the rubble of the planet. We’ve locked onto it with a tractor beam and are bringing it on board to search and interrogate the crew.”

Vader nodded, “Very good.” Then he became aware of a presence in the **** he had not felt in many years.