Empire Vader – Ch 9 (Vader, Rae Sloane, Oniye Namada, Natasi Daala, redhead, tanned, Women in Uniform, Rewards, Domination, Sith, Creampie, Rough, Hardcore, Breeding, Impregnation, Star Wars)

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Chapter 9 – Trouble and Blessings
Against a cold and desolate patch of stars, Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith snapped his vessel into a roll. Intense G-Forces pushed at him, but the fierce warrior pressed through them. Piloting was as natural to him as breathing. It was something that had been with him before he ever even met a Jedi Master, and it served him well. Two mines traveled behind the heavily modified starfighter, but they could not keep up with the skilled pilot. Meant to bombard a larger ship, Vader watched as they tried to follow, and simply smashed into one another. He enjoyed the explosion in his rear scope a moment, and then his dangerous eyes turned forward, past the wingtips of his fighter and onto the vessel that filled up his scopes.
Vader’s eyes blinked. The ship’s design remained a mystery to him. His own ship, the Dominion had been torn out of lightspeed en route to Coruscant. The disruption of faster-than-light travel was only one problem for the Emperor. A giant cloud of mines fell on them seconds after emerging from hyperspace. The pods of explosives pelted the shields and then the hull. The devastation would take months to repair… if they survived.
Taking the fight to the enemy Vader’s small, single-man fighter had streaked from the hanger bay and penetrated through a further layer of mines. Now, all the Emperor had to contend with was the defensive cannons of the enemy ship. The crews were either too dismal or too slow to catch the Sith Lord in charge of the small nimble fighter. Once he was too close for them to hit him, Vader’s skilled hands guided the ship into position with deadly intent. The man with dark brown took some small matter of satisfaction in his ambush of the people who had laid a trap for him. A single hand formed a fist s his craft hovered just in front of the bridge of the craft.
The people inside flinched and then small tremors of ] relief poured through them like cold water. The captain was about to open up a com channel when his second in command noticed the cracking.
Seconds later, they all heart it. Vader’s brutal strike took out the bridge crew with savage efficiency. One minute after, he was in the midst of receiving the surrender of someone in the ship’s engineering when his astromech detected a massive power surge. Vader yanked his hands back on the controls and flipped his nimble Actis starfighter on its vertical axis. The engines screamed to full power as he escaped the self-destruction of the ship. When the dust settled, the man felt nothing but a fit of unbridled anger, but there was something else, amusement.
‘Whoever that crew was, they were loyal enough to their cause to try to kill me by sacrificing all the other lives aboard the ship. Impressive,’
He checked on the Venator to confirm that Padme, Ahsoka, and the rest were safe now. He had sensed their life through the Force as he left the bridge for his starfighter, but it was good to hear their voices.
“Padme, I’ve sent you coordinates to a 501st military facility. Go there while I journey on to Coruscant,” Vader said while he prepared a second set of orders for Ahsoka.
“Anakin, we shouldn’t separate again. I don’t think it’s wise, after this…” Padme’s voice said over the com unit. The Sith Lord bowed his head. He wanted to be with her, to hold her, caress her head and calm her, but this new danger meant he had to be ruthless and cunning. Frankly having Padme and the twins close would only slow him down and risk their lives.
“I will send for you when my work is done,” Vader declared and close the com channel. After that, he instructed his astromech to set coordinates for the capital. He waited until he was sure Padme’s shuttle had made its own jump to the secure haven, and then Vader pulled down on the pulley to engage the hyperdrive. The stars stretched out before him and he left the system and the mangled Venator behind.
-xxx-
Within a day, Vader’s craft landed on Coruscant at the Royal Imperial Academy. It was not the first time he’d traveled to the capitol since killing Palpatine and declaring himself Emperor, but it was the first time since someone had tried to assassinate him. So, Padme and Riyo would stay off the planet and Ahsoka would travel to the Palace while he handled his duties. The particular appointment was for him to be on hand during the graduation of a new batch of officers, the first to have completed an instruction course mainly formed from his numerous experiences during the war. The event was hardly what Vader would call exciting, but he knew that word of the attack in space would have reached all ears within the military by now. He would no be seen as a coward to the men and women he would depend on to ensure the safety and security of his new Empire.
Light-gray walls formed the interior of the hall while black and red banners flowed down them like grand curtains blocking out the cityscape around them. From the dais, Vader’s gaze examined two hundred new officers. Some had been in the Republic Military services and wanted to continue to serve, while others were fresh as pure snow. To either side of the Emperor, there were officials, captains, and commanders, the core of the training staff from the Academy. Commandant Folst, a clone sergeant formerly of the 501st was just about concluded with his remarks. Looking around, Vader did not need the Force to notice the indignation on the faces of many of the officers from the Academy as the clone spoke. Many came from places like Carida, Corulag, and others.
‘Rich worlds of plenty. Places where they thought they would be bored so they joined the military to hold impressive titles while others did their fighting. They hate adhering to the orders of a clone. In their eyes, he’s no better than a slave,’ Rage flittered through Vader’s flesh and blood fingers.
“I am proud to call you officers of the Galactic Empire. The Clone Wars may be over, but we must remain vigilant,” The ex-sergeant’s familiar voice called out, as he nodded to the two-hundred newly minted officers. “Now. Present!”
As one, the men and women in their black, olive, and white uniforms rose up. They snapped a sharp salute to their Emperor as he walked towards the podium. Vader looked down on them, resolutely. His lips were about to open when he felt a malicious tremor. It was hard and focused, like the tip of a dagger plunging into his flesh. Eyes that burned like lakes of molten fire darted to the podium right in front of him. Without missing a beat, his fingers grabbed the stand and hurled it towards the ceiling. The concussion bomb lit up the area in front of him. The Force cocooned around his body, but Vader had missed the danger, and fragments of the stand smashed into his shoulder and armor. The explosive blat pushed him back, but it did not topple him, unlike the officers around him. Vader’s lightsaber burned crimson in his hand as he shook off the effects. He could hardly think or see straight, and that meant he couldn’t properly conclude why someone had targeted him with a concussion weapon and not just a regular explosive. The cabal did not need him to understand their tactics, however. They only needed Vader to die.
Vader’s connection to the Force remained dull. His eyes didn’t betray him and he fixated his hellish gaze on the three officers closest as they readied their blaster pistols. Shots rang out. Vader’s blade blocked several, but while his head rang, a quartet snaked through. One caught him on the side of his neck, charring the flesh while another hit his armored chest. The two others were merely flesh wounds, but every last spout of pin poured salt on the wound.
‘Enemies within and without!’ Vader cut down the closest officer like a savage beast of death. The next two fell, being cut to ribbons in a wide arc of his elegant weapon being used for truly inelegant killing. Then he felt it, the Force’s connection returning, linking him with the life around him. Much to Vader’s ill surprise, much of that life seemed intent on extinguishing his own. The line of stormtroopers that separated the former students from the Emperor thinned with every passing second. The clones had not suspected any of the treachery, and their white armored bodies fell in twos and threes while Vader quickly scoured the last of the threats nearby. One conspirator radiated fear and fled, but three others remained. The one that caught his eye the most was Captain Rath Morkal. Rath had been seasoned on the fields of Umbara, one of the worst campaigns in the war, he’d even worked with the 501st, and yet there he was, tossing a grenade right at Vader’s face.
Acting on instinct, Vader reached out through the Force to bat the grenade away. A costly mistake. Before he knew what happened, another explosion rang out, peppering his left arm and fingers. This time, Vader was knocked back, his arm still smoking while he worked to rise up. Rath had a blade now, but it was the other two officers in league with him that Vader dispatched first. They were both targeting him, but this time, when the Dark Side raged through him, he directed each officer’s barrels towards the other. Another impulse pulled the triggers and they both fell, fire and smoke smoldering from their heads. Now Rath was upon him.
Vader had not given the man with a blade much thought. Much more concerning were the two stormtroopers nearby, the last of the men he could completely trust. On his feet again, Vader raged forward, intent to carve the traitor in half. As his blade met the pearly-white blade in Rath’s hand, however, the Sith Lord was astonished when he found his blade fading to nothing.
“So predictable. This is exactly why it’s time for a change. Goodbye Skywalker…” Rath growled out as he prepared to plunge the blade into the now defenseless Sith. A single blaster shot rang out and the man in front of Vader sputtered and died. Looking at his side, Vader found Folst, his DC 17 pistol smoking from the kill shot. He was glad to see the old clone, but the man received a savage barrage for his loyalty. The traitors from among the new recruits had Vader alone in their sights now. His lightsaber would not activate and so he reached his hands forward, deflecting or absorbing the mass volley of crimson death.
Second Lieutenant Rae Sloane was not ordered to pull her blaster free from her holster. The dark-skinned beauty with brown eyes did not need one. Her loyalty was to the Emperor, not the people trying to kill him.
“Traitors! Surrender now!” The words left her lips without her realizing their implication. It made her a target, but she couldn’t bring herself to shoot people in the back, even while they tried to break through whatever shield her Emperor was using. They turned and attempted to fire, but she shot first, icing the two conspirators and then using one of their bodies for cover while others realized that she was not in line with their goals. Rae was not the only one.
First Lieutenant Oniye Namada’s blaster fired at the men and women near her. Her blaster was set to stun, the intelligence officer would not waste their lives without learning their secrets. She felt great shame and regret as the chaos unfolded around her. ‘How did I not see this, what clue did I miss?’
Her inquisitive mind’s concentration fell apart as a traitor shot her in the shoulder. The tan-skinned woman with the back of her hair tucked into her officer’s cap howled out, falling to her knee. The feint brought her the time she needed. Kicking out a boot, she tripped up her would-be killer and ended their betrayal with a stun blast to the face.
The last of the three to jump into action was Captain Natasi Daala. The woman had just joined the Republic Navy to have the Clone Wars finish with a whimper. She’d joined the new class immediately, readily applying any and all aggressive measures she could do to ensure her placement aboard a bridge. The old admiralty had tried to keep her out for too long, and now these filthy, ungrateful peasants wanted to crush her dream!
She found the best tactical position to be the bodies of the dead stormtroopers. Their armor would stop some blasterfire, and their weapons were superior to the pistols that the officers had. After diving into the tangle of corpses, Daala found what she was looking for.
Vader felt it before he saw it. Fear, a great deal of it. It made him smile, and when there was an opening in the turncoats blasting away at him, the Sith Lord jumped high, evading the storm of super-heated plasma, and then landed down, his armored fists smashing the ground and sending thunderous ripples through the floor. Dozens of the conspirators lost their footing, which made it even easier to break necks, faces, and entire bodies. Even without his lightsaber, a Sith, up close and personal was a foe, unlike anything the officers had come across. For many, it would be their last sight as well.
Daala paused her destruction of the renegades for a few moments to enjoy Vader’s raw power. She knew that as a Jedi, his wroth was known to destroy many droids and Separatists, but now, she got to see it up close and personal. Not wanting to make any less of an impression, the woman with reddish-brown hair leveled the DLT-19 heavy blaster rifle and opened fire on a crowd of the traitors. Naturally, the weapon was meant for massive destruction and a few officers who were crouched for cover or inactive got caught in the crossfire. Daala had no time to check on each, and for her, it was enough that they were not aiding her and the others.
‘They would have been wastes of resources anyhow…’
Oniye heard blood-curdling screams as someone let loose with a fully-automatic blaster rifle. She was out of the area of devastation and focused on her own task besides. The rebel faction was breaking but not broken, but in the chaos, as Vader began striking back at the groups, the vixen with golden flesh in a white and black outfit was able to find those trying to rally them. Blue stun blasts rained down on the nearest pocket, further splintering the group, from one solid movement to various small pockets.
‘Vader will make short work of them,’
“Not one gets through! Arms and legs! They could still be useful!” Sloane called out. Unlike Daala and Oniye, she’d managed to pull together a group of loyalists to guard the doors as a few cowards turned into an outpouring of defeated traitors. Rae and her fire team stood in their way, however, and their blasters never seemed to quiet as they wounded knees and limbs, stopping any from escaping. Rae did not execute any on the ground, she would leave that for the man whose lightsaber finally lit up once more.
Vader did not even need to say the words. When his lightsaber burned again, he looked like some dark hero from a holonovel. Sure, he was wounded, but unlike the main leaders of the cabal, he was still standing and had somehow survived the massive torrent of fire when the enemy had managed to be concentrated on their task. That concentration was dead, and few of the traitors were still on their feet or unwounded. All who still had weapons in their hands let them clatter to the ground…
-xxx-
Later, with fresh bandages decorating his body, Vader stood in one of his penthouses with the three women who had spearheaded the counter-insurgency. Each was a rare specimen, concerning their beauty and bravery. None of them were Jedi or even Force Users, but Vader would not let them go unrewarded. He’d already heard what each wanted of him, but now it was time for a last, final gift. One that would cement their roles as both heroes of the Empire, and officers who would stand a cut above the rest.
After telling them he wished to give them a child, to not only reward their courage but to also the millions among the Empire that they were among his most loyal, Rae was the first to strip out of her uniform. Oniye followed after, showing off her busty, tanned features and Daala followed suit, slower than the rest, but still looking and feeling very eager.
Vader mounted Oniye first. The brunette hooked her hands under her legs and spread them nice and wide while the Emperor’s great thick cock skewered her lips. She’d started getting wet when Vader began talking about breeding her and the others, but she found herself woefully unprepared for just how massive his cock was. Soon, she found her fingers clawing and rubbing all over the muscular man’s shoulders and neck as he pounded into her.
“Yes, my Lord… give me every inch. I pledge my body to your cock, just as I pledged my servicehaaah!” The woman’s eyes started to lose any focus. The intelligence agent could hardly believe the pleasure flowing through her. It seemed like some sort of wonderful dream, but it was real. The Emperor had chosen her to breed, to give him a child, one that would serve the new order one day as well as she hoped to serve it.
Rae couldn’t control her own lust as she watched Vader’s hips pounding away, driving his thick, throbbing slab of cock as deep as possible inside Oniye. Settling down on the woman’s side, the dark-skinned native of Ganthel didn’t notice her tongue lolling out until Vader stuck his finger in her mouth. Her brown eyes fixated on the great adonis of a man, and she whimpered and sucked on his finger while her mind begged for more.

Soon enough, Oniye’s gushing orifice clamped down hard along his cock and Vader let out a grown as he spilled a nice juicy load directly into her deepest point. When he was done, he patted the loyal bitch on her stomach and then turned his attention to Rae.
He found her prowling in front of him like a jungle cat. The minx of a woman licked at the slimy mess of his cock. If she minded the taste of both Vader’s juices and Oniye’s the dutiful officer made no comment.
Daala watched the entire scene continue unfolding in front of her. The woman who had proven the most destructive of the punch pinched her nipples and clit and occasionally spanked Rae’s ass as the other chosen breeder suckled on every inch of the Emperor’s glorious cock. Watching the way Rae’s head moved side to side and taking in the sighs and ‘gluk glurp’ noise of her sucking had Daala’s pussy moist as a Mon Calamari’s skin.
Eventually, Vader pulled Rae’s lovely form off his cock and turned her around, settling the black woman onto her hands and knees. His hand felt up her thigh and then squeezed her butt cheeks while his cock pushed inside of her dripping slit. Rae’s eyes opened wide as she felt what only Oniye had enjoyed so far. Her walls trembled before Vader’s might, but she bit her lip to keep from cumming. While the other two women were her allies, Rae couldn’t abide looking weak in front of either of them. This issue got even harder as her lover took her fast and hard like a bitch in heat.
His strong hands pawed all over her, squeezing her chocolate-colored nipples and then giving her belly a little rub. Rae closed her eyes, trying to imagine how it would feel like to have the Emperor’s child grow inside of her belly, but she couldn’t see it. It changed nothing, and she simply continued squirming and crying out as Vader’s member plunged forward, opening up the hungry petals of her vagina with every potent thrust.
“I want more, my lord. I can take it. Please… hammer into my pussy. Break me, use me… whatever you wish… I… huaah… I’m your servantuaah!” Rae’s slippery folds suddenly vehemently squeezed his girth. Vader used all of his strength pull back, only to drive once more into the liquid warmth of her cunt. As his tip crashed against her womb, Rae’s tongue dropped free again and the salivating woman felt the first spurt of the thick cum spilling out all over her cervix.
‘He did it… he really wants to give me a baby… This is… this is amazing!’
When he pulled out of Rae’s lips, the good officer changed her position and lifted up her legs dutifully. A trickle of his sperm had spilled out, but more than enough stayed inside. The Force warned him before Daala sprang into action. It wasn’t a threat he’d picked up on, but the reddish-brown-haired woman’s incredible lust. After watching and cumming once just by her own hand, she was quite eager to see if her Emperor was as good at killing as he was at fucking.
She tried to get on top, and ride him like some great beast, but the Sith had none of it. He flipped the restless woman onto her back, slammed her arms out above her long flowing hair, and then proceeded to slam his cock all the way into her womanhood.
“Uhraah… I… Fuck… I wanted you to fuck my ass!” Daala growled out, her hands scratching aggressively over Vader’s bare chest as his pelvis pummeled down against her muscular body. Even though she had once been a candidate to become a stormtrooper, no amount of physical toughness prepared her to feel the hammering blows of Vader’s cock splitting her body open.
“Later, if you behave…” Vader growled out, pulling her hair to stop her from clawing at his chest. She let out a squeal and then gave him a racy look. He felt her legs swooping up and locking around his back, which allowed the third woman he was impregnating the leverage she sourly wanted. Daala started pulling her body up each time Vader’s cock slid out of her juicy opening. Her pussy was a mess now, melting on the inside, while the excess cum and juices from her mate and the other two girls stained her pubic hair and mound. She didn’t mind it terribly, like an animal on a feral world, her only focus right now was on being bred, and making sure that she did not appear like some weak, submissive tart.
There was nothing slow or loving about their fucking. Daala gave as good as she got, but even her strength was nothing compared to Vader’s. In the end, her eyes rolled up in the back of her head as she came, but her legs never stopped from keeping a firm grip on his back. His cock bottomed out within her womb and Daala let out a burbling, untellable noise as that first blazing-hot stream of cum claimed her deepest point. She breathed out hoarsely, nearly fainting as she felt the Emperor of the Galactic Empire giving her a fiery creampie.
Later, Vader collected his clothes and gave the three women he’d just bred one last look. They would serve, and he felt confident. When he traveled to the planet, he hadn’t intended to take on more breeders, but they had all jumped to the task during the second attempt on his life in the span of two days. But now that they’d been rewarded, he needed to get back to work…

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