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Soles of Rebellion, a Star Wars FanFic part 2 (f/f)
by
Kid Indy
Narkina 5 Imperial Labor Prison, 4 days BBY
The click and the hum of the shock-floor’s activation signaled the end of the day, and Imperial prisoner Dedra Meero put her bare feet up on her bunk to attempt to rest for the night. Her table had done well but not won the day’s competition–despite her contempt for the prisoners all around her and her despair for ever returning to Coruscant, much less Imperial service, her natural leadership abilities did not go away, and the table over which she had become captain within the first day was a consistent performer.
She shut her eyes in the low ambient light. People who get to sleep in the dark know can never anticipate how much they’d miss it if the powers of the galaxy denied that simple comfort for days and weeks. Her mind began to drift, and she felt her body grasp the sleep that the prison allowed.
Meero awakened, but something was off. Her cell had no windows, but something in her own body, some internal timer, let her know that not enough hours had passed. The humming noise–her constant companion in her sleep–stopped abruptly, and she heard a pneumatic door open. Boots–definitely more than a pair but beyond that it was hard to tell–entered the hallway. She sat up and stood at the ready, watching the hallway outside her cell.
As the cell block’s lights came on, Meero saw a group of men in ISB uniforms–she counted six–with a familiar, tall figure at their center. “Dorrian. Does Major Partagaz know you’re making visits to prison in the middle of the night?”
“Supervisor Dorrian.” Meero’s lip curled in defiance. “You’ll address me as Supervisor.”
“Supervisor Dorrian, then.” Her words dripped venom. “Do you know what Partagaz will have to say when he finds that you’re wasting Imperial resources gloating when a Rebel Alliance grows stronger by the day?”
Now was Dorrian’s turn to smirk. “Partagaz is dead. When Axis was assassinated, he took his own life.”
“Luthen assassinated? Partagaz dead?” Meero’s mind spun. She attempted to muster her mental forces. “Did Krennic send you, then?”
The smirk broadened into a triumphant grin. “Krennic died yesterday in a Rebel raid on Scarif. The Rebel Alliance captured technical readouts of the battle station.”
Meero took a step backwards, her bunk pressing against her and reminding her that she was entirely trapped. “Then you’re here to kill me, now that they’re gone?”
The grin did not abate. “Not at all, Dedra. The Rebellion, after all, only destroys things. The Empire can give you back the life you dreamed of.”
The look on Meero’s face shifted from terror to fury. “You were watching me on Aduba.”
“How could I do otherwise? You re-invented the ISB’s interrogation regime in that room, but your obsession with Axis meant that you were dropped in this hole before the Empire could benefit from it.”
“What are you here for, Dorrian?”
“Krennic is gone, and the plans for the Death Star are missing. We have a Rebel prisoner who knows what happened to them. Young. Bold. And I have a hunch also ticklish. I’m going to take you to her so that you can help the ISB get those plans back for us.”
“And then what? You drop me back in here to die the day my table doesn’t produce enough?”
“As I said, Dedra, I’m here for your redemption. I’m a rising star in the ISB, as you once were. And I have the resources to retain consultants to work alongside the Bureau when we can use their particular talents.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“You’re going to join the few and the Empire’s elite, Dedra. The Death Star is orbiting in this system as we speak. I’m taking you to the prisoner now.”
* * * * * * *
Imperial shuttles, Dedra Meero mused, don’t just look or sound a certain way. They don’t just have a common feel as they make their way from planet’s surface to orbit. Inside they smell Imperial. As the craft cleared the prison-planet’s atmosphere, she remembered what it was like to be on the side of order and peace in the galaxy, not confined like someone who threatens the same. But as she looked down again at her new garments, they stood once again to remind her that she was not who she had been.
Gone was the jumpsuit of the Galactic Empire’s prisoners, but instead of the ISB uniform to which she had become accustomed over the years, she wore black fatigues and a tight-fitting black shirt, along with a light black jacket and black boots. In some spaces the outfit made her invisible; in others her form struck a menacing and unmistakable contour against her background.
She pulled at the jacket’s sleeve. “Is this how Imperial contractors dress, then?”
Supervisor Dorrian, dressed in his formal ISB jacket, smiled at her. “You’re not Imperial any more, Dedra. Remember that. You’ll be paid for your assistance, and then you’ll be freed. Whatever you do after that–bounty hunter or private security or whatever else–you’ll do as a private subject of the Empire.”
Her voice raised. “Bounty hunter? Those scum make our work impossible!”
Dorrian looked at her calmly. “It’s not ‘our’ work any more, Dedra. You need to learn your new place.”
Meero scowled and looked forward. In the darkness a gray disc grew by the minute. “I’m not sure what you intend for me to do with this prisoner, Dorrian. Our prisoner on Aduba was a Sacred Way devotee. I don’t have a Plarum crystal, and even if I did, she likely doesn’t have their wedding taboos to worry about.”
“You were focused on the Sacred Way on Aduba, Dedra, and that’s where you should have focused. I was looking at much broader possibilities.”
Meero smirked. “And did your broader possibilities have your hand in your pants?”
Dorrian grinned broadly. “Your girl is married and about to birth her second child, Dedra. I’ve often thought about paying her another visit after she has this one and checking for any further Rebel involvement.”
“Agents like you are why the people of the Outer Rim don’t trust the Empire, Dorrian.”
“Supervisors like me, Dedra. And don’t pretend you haven’t thought about getting your hands on those feet again.”
Dedra allowed herself a wicked smile. “The only feet I’m concerned with right now, Dorrian, are the ones attached to this Alderaanian… princess?”
“Yes. The daughter of Bail Organa, Senator from Alderaan.”
“Bail Organa? You know anyone related to that degenerate isn’t going to have any sexual taboos. How am I supposed to get to her?”
“Once again, you’re focused too narrowly on the Sacred Way. When you had given that girl the Plarum-altering serum, her dermal sensitivity increased logarithmically.”
“Yes. I know that.”
“You might not even remember, but I do. You were just going to tickle her into a third orgasm, but before you could, her skin had become so sensitive that she was begging you to send Storm Troopers to Eadu to guard the Khyber mines there.”
“And did you?”
Dorrian became silent for a moment; he decided that this newly-minted Bounty Hunter didn’t need to know about recent developments on Eadu. “No. The girl’s intelligence turned out to be old. But that’s not the point. You got a Rebel sympathizer talking to you with the heightened tickling alone. That’s what you’re going to be using on this Alderaanian.”
“And you have some doses of the serum ready?”
“Our men will bring them to you in the detention block.”
“And if she doesn’t talk still?”
“We’re also going to have a camera recording the whole scene while you’re at work. If she doesn’t give up the Death Star plans, we’ll send images of her torment all over the galaxy until Bail Organa resurfaces and trades himself for his daughter’s release.”
Dedra smiled again and looked at a tablet Dorrian had given her. The Princess’s digitized face looked up at her. “And when you’ve cleaned up that mess, I’m going to sell tickets to watch that interrogation again and again on recording.”
“I think you’re going to do fine in private security, Dedra.”
* * * * * * *
Dedra Meero waited in the hallway as Supervisor Dorrian and two Storm Troopers entered the cell. Around the corner she could hear him preparing the room.
“Princess, the stolen technical data have not been recovered yet, and we need to know where you’ve hidden them.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m on a diplomatic mission from Alderaan, and your illegal confinement is going to come to the attention of the Imperial Senate.”
“You’re young, Princess. You might not know this, but men like me have been tracking your Rebel friends for some time. We know that your ship was not in the Eadu sector by coincidence. Now tell us where the stolen data have gone, or I’m going to introduce you to the bounty hunter Diana Moon.”
Dedra rolled her eyes and almost laughed out loud.
“When I show the Senate signs that you have abused me, they’re going to shut down this illegal military project, and you personally are going to end up in an Imperial labor prison!”
“I’d go easy on the labor-prison talk, Princess. Diana might still be sore about that one.” She could hear his volume increase as he turned towards the door. “Now, Princess, you’re going to join us in the interrogation area. Guards, cuff her.”
A moment passed, and the three men led the Princess into the hallway. As she rounded the corner, Dedra was sure to stand tall to greet her, shoulders square to her. Dedra’s cold blue eyes locked with the Princess’s brown eyes, and she allowed herself a smile at the height difference between herself and the small Alderaanian. She fell in behind them, following them to a familiar-looking chamber, not unlike the one on Aduba, and letting the Storm Troopers take the Princess to a familiar invisible cylinder between two force-field projectors. A dim blue light leapt between the two, and the Princess rose slowly off the ground, padded cuffs on her wrists and ankles suspending her against gravity.
Dorrian glanced between the Princess and Dedra. “Diana, the force field, as I told you earlier, is a special Imperial modification. It will cause no damage to her physiology, so you can take your time with the interrogation.”
“Thank you, Supervisor. Will you be staying with us while we talk?”
“Oh, I want to watch this.”
Dedra shot him a knowing smile. “I’m sure you do.” She lifted her tablet and started to key in commands. “Storm Troopers, take off her boots and anything under them.” The Storm Troopers stepped forward to comply, taking the boots and a pair of white socks under them. Dedra noticed, as she keyed in commands and the Princess’s hands extended above her head, that she didn’t seem to be wearing anything under her silk gown.
A curiosity, to be sure.
Must be an Alderaan thing.
The Princess’s arms extended directly above her, leaving her sides and underarms exposed, and her padded cuffs held her ankles wider than shoulder-width beneath her. Small bare feet with painted toenails extended out her the bottom of her gown.
“You’d better leave now, bounty hunter. When the Senate hears of this, you’re going to be found in violation of Imperial law, and violence against a Senatorial diplomat!”
“I’m so glad you’re concerned with Imperial law, Princess. I want to talk about another body of Imperial laws, those concerning treason. As you no doubt have heard, you’re here under suspicion of transmitting classified military data to known enemies of the Empire.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I don’t believe you. And I hope you’re telling the truth.” With deliberate strides she walked to a position behind the floating Princess. “But when it comes to the security of the Empire, you know they don’t take chances.”
Princess Leia turned her head and shouted at Meero: “If you touch me, the Senate will hear about it!”
“I’m willing to find that out.” Dedra began to trace the tip of each index finger from Leia’s elbow towards her underarm. “But the Senate is all the way in Coruscant, and we’re out here in deep space. Let’s enjoy ourselves for the time being.”
Leia began to squirm against the cuffs. “Get your hands off of me!”
Dedra’s fingertips began to swipe at the silk covering Leia’s underarms, and the young Princess whimpered at the sensations. “Not just yet, Princess.” Meero’s quick fingers began to swipe and poke, and her pinching thumbs partnered with her index fingers to knead at the flesh under her arms. Princess Leia attempted another threat, but her voice failed and disintegrated into a bubbling laughter. She pulled at the padded wrist-cuffs, but the force-field could have held a body three times her size, and they stayed put as Dedra Meero tickled the Senator’s daughter.
Dedra’s hands descended to Leia’s ribs and began to pinch ravenously at the bottom rib and the skin underneath. Leia’s body twisted to the left and to the right, and Meero’s hands followed her writhing torso, drawing raspy squeals out of her voice and drawing more giggles and more cries of protest from the beautiful young mouth. The Storm Troopers shifted uncomfortably, and Meero enjoyed her own laughter, imagining what discomfort must be transpiring under that armor. She tickled and tickled, feeling the Princess’s body striving to escape, drinking in the desperate laughter filling the interrogation room.
Once again the tickling hands descended, this time pinching at the younger woman’s slender hips. Dedra knew within seconds that she had hit a gold mine–Leia let out a panicked, ticklish shriek at the first pinch, and the thrashing accelerated as her hands followed the dance of her swiveling pelvis. Her hungry hands kneaded and pinched, every new squeeze making Leia’s body thrash in ticklish agony. Meero felt her own body warm as she tormented the ticklish skin under her hands, and she wondered whether she should take another lover when she was out of the Empire’s grasp.
Perhaps she could take a woman as she heard that the Rebels sometimes did.
But at the moment, she had as ticklish a young woman as she’d ever tortured at her hands, and as her right hand continued to squeeze Leia’s right hip, her left moved downward and squeezed at the back of her thigh, just where it became her left buttock. Leia squealed at the new sensation, her head rocking backwards as overwhelming ticklish touches mixed with the beginnings of despair. Meero knew what she had at her hands: Leia was losing her resolve that she would never talk, starting to wonder how much she could take before the talk just happened.
Now was the time to pause and let her think about it for a moment. She took her hands off of Leia and took a long step back. “It’s an exhilarating feeling, isn’t it?” Dedra walked around to the front of the young woman and picked her tablet back up. Leia’s eyes tried to return to threatening, but Dedra could smell the panic as much as see it. “I imagine that when you joined your father in this violent farce, you imagined blaster fire and hiding on exotic planets and in their exotic cities, not holding out on the location of secret plans while an Imperial agent tickled your feet.” With that verbal cue Dedra executed the gravity field’s command, and Leia’s ankles ascended and her wrists descended, leaning her upper body away from Meero and raising her feet so that they were within easy grasp of her hands. Meero entered another command, and a tile from the floor ascended into the force-field, supporting Leia’s bottom.
“Stop! I don’t know anything about secret plans!”
“Now that I know how ticklish you are, Princess, I really hope you’re telling the truth. If you don’t have anything to hide, you won’t slip and let out where the plans have gone. And that means I can tickle these delicious toes as long as I want.”
“Please don’t! I don’t know where their base is!”
Dedra’s eyebrow raised. “A rebel base? Why Princess, I wasn’t even going to ask about that!” Princess Leia’s face twisted into a scowl of self-condemnation. “But now that you mention it, where might we find that base?”
“I’m never going to tell you!”
“My young, beautiful Leia, what does a girl like you know about ‘never’?” With her left forefinger and thumb Dedra plucked Leia’s big toe from the air and pulled it backwards, stretching the skin of her sole. “Let’s see how much never you can really take, shall we?” Greedy fingertips began slowly to run down the stretched skin of Leia’s foot, and she whimpered at the sensation. Without releasing the stretch, Dedra accelerated the pace of the tickling, and Leia’s voice broke into a yelp, then a giggle.
This really was going to be a dream.
Dedra rubbed and scratched at the small sole, and Princess Leia’s laughter leapt through the interrogation room’s air. Something caught her eye across the room, and Dedra saw Dorrian licking his lips as he watched. Leia’s giggling bounced and bubbled, and Dedra shifted her angle of attack, pulling the big toe to the side and scratching between her toes. Her bottom bounced on the floating seat, and she leaned back into open space, her wrists keeping her from doubling up to protect herself, much less from pulling her feet out of Dedra’s ravenous grasp. Her head thrashed to one side and to the other, round buns of hair whipping through the air as she lost attempt after attempt to control the laughing. Dedra explored each gap with affectionate and insatiable delicacy, and Leia’s song of ticklish torment filled Dedra’s ears.
Without warning Dedra’s wrists turned to face the floor, and eight fingers wriggled eager fingernails against Leia’s heels. Her ankles turned this way and that, but Dedra’s hands hovered over the pivot-points, and the Princess had nowhere to run. She squealed and tittered, and now she even tried to beg. “Please! Please stop!” Dedra allowed herself a long laugh of ecstatic dominance as she kept tickling the poor girl’s heels, then returned to the soles before rotating her wrists again and, her fingers arcing through the air above her palms, tickled the delicious curve where the ball of each foot gave way to the sole.
Then Dedra stopped tickling, and one hand grasped Leia’s ankle, and the other began to slide up inside her dress.
“No! Don’t!”
“Don’t what, Princess?” The hand reached Leia’s knee and continued to inch up.
“Don’t tickle me there!”
“Where, my love? What kind of tickling is terrifying you this much?” Dedra knew the answer, of course, and her hand rested just there, on the inside of Leia’s thigh.
“I can’t take this! Please stop!”
“Tell me where your Rebel base is, Princess, or I’m going to start tickling your foot. And if I feel your leg asking me for some tickles, I’m not going to say no.”
“Please! You can’t!”
“Oh, but I can.” Dedra released Leia’s ankle and stretched out her shoulders, one hand remaining on Leia’s thigh and the other starting to scratch at her sole. “Hold still, Princess, or I’m going to tickle you up inside that pretty dress!”
As she tickled Leia’s sole Dedra felt the younger woman’s legs begin to pump, and she was sure to let her captive see her grin before her fingernails began to glide all over Leia’s inner thigh. Leia’s hips twisted this way and that, unable to roll away from the floating platform, and Dedra continued tickling her foot and the inside of her leg. The older woman’s hand left Leia’s sole, and she stepped further inside the force field, leaning in towards the squealing, laughing princess. “Kiss me, Leia.” The younger woman’s eyes, shut in vain against the tickling fingers on her thigh, flew open, and the two women locked eyes. Dedra leaned in, and Leia’s mouth reached up to meet Meero’s and their lips drew each other’s in greedily. Dedra stopped tickling for a moment, and she felt Leia’s mouth draw breath from her lungs, and then she stroked a silk-covered breast with each of her two index fingers.
Leia’s eyes–this time closed for different reasons–flew open, and her mouth drew back from Dedra’s. “No!”
Dedra grinned and began to stroke one breast with her finger. Leia moaned in unwelcome, irresistible pleasure, her body unable to decide whether to try twisting away from the ecstatic finger or to resign to the delicious, invading pleasure. Dedra’s fingertip circled the nipple, and Leia strove in vain to hold in the sound that her pleasure made. The other hand made its way up inside her dress again and began scratching at her inner thigh. Leia squeaked as her body tried to respond at the same time to the two hands and at her own inability to move them off of her sensitive, overwhelmed skin.
Then Dedra’s fingertip found its way inside Leia.
The finger stimulating one breast, then another, never stopped moving, and Leia’s voice had given up on forming words, whether to protest or to beg. Her eyes closed yet again, and the core of her body, suspended against gravity in the forcefield, shuddered in climax. Dedra’s finger continued to run up and down inside of her, and Leia’s voice let out a long, singing moan as she surrendered to the sensations. Dedra leaned forward and kissed the side of her neck as her head leaned backwards, drawing another gasp.
“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me about your Rebel base?” Leia’s eyes pinched shut at the question, and Dedra chuckled. “I don’t know how much you’ve learned about your own body, Princess, but in a few moments, your skin is going to become far more sensitive than it is on a day-to-day basis. And when it does, I’m going to tickle your feet again, and it’s going to tickle like nothing you’ve ever felt before. And I’m going to tickle you until you melt again, and then I’m going to pleasure you again. When it’s happened twice, you’re not going to have any choice–you’ll be begging me to tell me everything you know.”
“No…”
“And when you do, my Alderaanian doll, don’t feel guilty about it. The Empire was always going to win. Science is always going to win out over magic, and your ideals are never going to hold up when your body belongs to me.” She started to trace a line along Leia’s sole with her fingertip, and Leia’s eyes flew open, her face all panic as she realized that Dedra was not bluffing.
“Stop it! I can’t tell you!”
“You can, Leia, and you will, and when we find it and wipe out your little Rebellion, I’m going to make sure they send you back to me so that we can learn everything about all of your allies and find every last one of them.” Two more fingertips joined Dedra’s index finger, and Leia couldn’t suppress a squeal that gave way to a flurry of giggles. “And when all the Rebels are gone, I might just keep you as my little ticklish pet, you’re so delicious.”
“No! I can’t betray them!”
“You already have, Princess.” Meero began to tickle one foot with each of her hands, and Leia’s thrashing confirmed what Dedra had come to know about women’s skin: nobody is ready to get tickled, with no way to hold back the tickler’s fingers, after sex. Leia laughed, seemingly trying to beg but only squealing at the touches too intense to imagine.
Then, with lightning speed, both hands shot up Leia’s dress once again, crossing over each other, and with her wrists crossed, Dedra tickled the insides of Leia’s thighs. Her head rolled this way and that, the buns once again thrashing through the air, and Dedra’s scratching fingernails devoured the ticklish skin between her knees and her lips.
The Princess’s exhaustion was really showing, and Dedra decided to let her breathe. She stepped backwards from between her legs and started to walk behind her. “How ticklish do you think your underarms have gotten, Princess? Shall we find out, or are you going to tell me where the base is?”
“No… I can’t take any more…”
“You’ll soon discover just how true that is, Princess.” The former ISB agent’s fingers were ravenous and utterly disciplined all at once, finding paths to trace on the skin that would have been under her arms, if the cuffs allowed her to lower her arms. Every time a fingertip traveled from her upper arm to her upper ribs, Leia’s hips writhed on the seat, and eight of them were finding places and manners to torment the young woman all at once. When they traveled back up, Dedra would pinch and wriggle, and Leia’s whole body shook and giggled at the cruel touches. Again Dedra looked up and caught the eye of Dorrian, and his eyes, younger by a few years than Dedra’s but more experienced than the Princess’s, were fixed on the young, tormented, giggling girl and the cruel, powerful woman who controlled her fate and her body and every moment of her existence. Whether he had stopped trying to hide his thirst or whether he just failed to conceal his desire, Dedra saw that he was completely enraptured. She continued to tickle Princess Leia under the arms, drinking in her attempts to plead for mercy.
Dedra reached one hand around to Leia’s breast again, stroked the silk of her dress, and heard not a subtle moan but a loud cry, the sound of a young woman whose pleasure had become more powerful than anything else that her mind could grasp. The flood of sensation overran anything that evolution had developed as part of reproductive rituals, and her mouth, still laughing, nonetheless formed a ring, facing the ceiling as her neck rocked back in ecstasy. In a moment of lucidity Meero noted, amused and aroused, that the buns of hair that her royal stylists had shaped for her held their shape even as her body dissolved into a flowing stream of giggling pleasure. The hand that was not caressing Leia’s breast snaked down to her hip and squeezed, and the girl cried out again, the ticklish torture becoming as intense as the lover’s touches.
Dedra Meero tickled Princess Leia from behind as the Storm Troopers watched from behind their helmets and Supervisor Dorrian leered, and even for Dedra the minutes lost their meaning in the leaping symphony of the Princess’s ticklish laughter and gasps of pleasure. When whatever sadistic spirit in her soul found satisfaction for the moment, Dedra stepped in so that her belly was against Leia’s back, and she let her mouth nibble at Leia’s ear. Another moan filled the air. Her hands started to reach around and gather up the bottom of the silk gown, finding a way inside her dress and inside her body. “Where is that base, Princess?”
Leia astonishingly found a reserve of reason for speaking. “You have to stop first.”
“We’re long past stopping now, Princess.” One hand’s index finger once again snaked inside of the Princess, and the other began to scratch at her inner thigh. The Princess’s own writhing at the tickling amplified the sensations of the finger entering her, and Dedra felt the spasms begin well before the moisture joined the symphony of sensations. She stopped tickling Leia’s leg and stepped backwards. She straightened her jacket, aware again as she left the storm of her own ecstasy that it was not the uniform of the Imperial Security Bureau.
She walked around towards Dorrian, who himself was adjusting his uniform below his waist. “I’ll have a dose of the serum now, Supervisor.”
Leia managed words as her own head swam in the floods of newly-experienced torture and pleasure. “It doesn’t matter if you give me truth serum. The Rebellion is going to catch you and kill you.”
Dedra laughed as she took from Dorrian’s hand a no-needle injection cylinder. “Truth serum? There’s no such thing, Princess. Sodium Pentathol just inflicts pain when you withhold what’s on your mind.” She stepped alongside the Princess, stooped down, and whispered in her ear. “And I think you know well enough that we’re well past pain at this point.” She stood up straight and removed the cylinder’s cap. “I wonder, Princess, whether you hoped to trick me into some pain right now. But no matter. What you’re going to experience next is the farthest thing from pain that you could ever imagine. You’re not going to tell me where that base is and where those plans have gone because you fear me. Your lust will betray you far more willingly than your pain ever would.”
“No… I can’t… They’ll die…”
“Yes, Princess, but they’re light-years away from us here. Here it’s just you and me, a Princess and her lover and her delicious, ticklish feet.” Dedra drew up the Princess’s gown again and injected the serum into the outside of her lower thigh. “You’ve already had two orgasms, Princess, so your skin is more sensitive than it’s ever been in your life, if I had to guess.”
Leia’s face managed to turn red despite the indignities that she had already undertaken.
“And this serum is going to magnify that sensitivity again. In just a few seconds, I’m going to start tickling your soles with feathers, and it’s going to tickle more than anything you’ve ever felt. And I’m going to keep feathering your soles until I’m happy, and then the feathers are going to go between those luscious toes of yours.”
“No…”
“You can already feel it, can’t you? The location of that base wants so badly to come out of you that you can’t stand it.” She stooped over again and licked Leia’s earlobe, then whispered. “But can I tell you a secret? I hope you don’t give it up at first. I think you’re starting to love this, Princess, and I want to tickle those feet of yours for a long, long time.”
Dedra reached into the cargo pocket of her bounty-hunter’s fatigues and produced two short, stiff, feathers with dark green blades. She held them up in front of Leia’s eyes and watched the terror and the anticipation and the arousal play across her face.
“Get ready, Princess. This is going to tickle like nothing you’ve ever felt before.” Starting at the Princess’s heel, Dedra drew the tip of one feather from one irresistible end of her sole to the other, then swerved just before the ball of her foot, tracing a line to the edge of her instep and off the foot. The Princess cried out.
“Yavin! The base is on Yavin!”
“I can’t hear you, Princess. I’m going to have to tickle a while more to make sure I heard that right.” Both feathers now traced lines up and down the Princess’s smooth soles, and Leia screamed her ticklish panic and her dreaded ecstasy into the air. Within seconds the scream gave way to an uncontrolled, unstoppable giggling, and Dedra could feel her erotic energy spasm between her hips and at the tops of her thighs. She slid the feathers’ blades between the Princess’ toes, and the younger woman’s laughter soared. This body, this perfect young frame, was hers. She could have done anything to her, and Princess Leia’s only possible response would have been a lover’s passion, and Dedra kept tickling between those impossibly delicious toes. For what might have been a moment or a lifetime, Dedra forgot her mission and simply drank in the frozen moment of her own sadism and the Princess’s surrender, a ticklish despair that made the young body and the Rebel’s soul all hers, all hers to take in any way she could ever want.
Then a pneumatic hiss interrupted the sounds of tickled ecstasy. The Death Star’s in-house chief of intelligence, flanked by four more Storm Troopers, entered the interrogation room, followed by a levitating spheroid, a needle protruding forward.
“What in the world is going on here?”
Dedra’s back straightened, and her eyes swam at the sudden backlash against her own lust. Dorrian straightened out, his hand leaving the front of his uniform trousers and falling to his sides, at attention. The Princess sighed in shame and relief, knowing full well what had come out of her mouth.
Dorrian was the first to speak. “Sir, we’re a detachment from the Imperial Security Bureau on Coruscant. We’re here to interrogate the prisoner.”
The shorter Death Star officer surveyed the room, and his gaze fixed on the Princess’ bare feet. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing here, but you’re not authorized to be in this area. The Grand Moff Tarkin will hear of this. Take them away!”
In a shuffle of restrainer cuffs and pleas to record intelligence gathered, everyone who had been in the room for Leia’s torture became aware that the Death Star’s officer was not interested in the name Yavin, and nothing that the Princess had disclosed was going to become part of the official record.
As Storm Troopers hauled Dedra Meero out of the room, the Princess, still barefoot and suspended in air, caught the former ISB officer’s eye. Her mouth twisted into a wry smile of triumph as they hauled Dedra Meero into the hallway.
* * * * * * *
Dedra Meero’s bare feet walked the hall back to her sleeping quarters. She glanced down and saw the familiar boundaries between sleeping area and the deadly floor. Not for the first time she wondered how long before she took a dive on that floor and ended her own imprisonment.
But for the moment, she had other memories that could keep those thoughts at bay.
As the lights went down in her cell block and the floor hummed to its lethal life, Dedra closed her eyes, imagined the sounds of that irresistible laughter, and let her own slender hand slide inside her prison uniform’s pants.
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Soles of Rebellion, a Star Wars FanFic part 2 (f/f)
by
Kid Indy
Narkina 5 Imperial Labor Prison, 4 days BBY
The click and the hum of the shock-floor’s activation signaled the end of the day, and Imperial prisoner Dedra Meero put her bare feet up on her bunk to attempt to rest for the night. Her table had done well but not won the day’s competition–despite her contempt for the prisoners all around her and her despair for ever returning to Coruscant, much less Imperial service, her natural leadership abilities did not go away, and the table over which she had become captain within the first day was a consistent performer.
She shut her eyes in the low ambient light. People who get to sleep in the dark know can never anticipate how much they’d miss it if the powers of the galaxy denied that simple comfort for days and weeks. Her mind began to drift, and she felt her body grasp the sleep that the prison allowed.
Meero awakened, but something was off. Her cell had no windows, but something in her own body, some internal timer, let her know that not enough hours had passed. The humming noise–her constant companion in her sleep–stopped abruptly, and she heard a pneumatic door open. Boots–definitely more than a pair but beyond that it was hard to tell–entered the hallway. She sat up and stood at the ready, watching the hallway outside her cell.
As the cell block’s lights came on, Meero saw a group of men in ISB uniforms–she counted six–with a familiar, tall figure at their center. “Dorrian. Does Major Partagaz know you’re making visits to prison in the middle of the night?”
“Supervisor Dorrian.” Meero’s lip curled in defiance. “You’ll address me as Supervisor.”
“Supervisor Dorrian, then.” Her words dripped venom. “Do you know what Partagaz will have to say when he finds that you’re wasting Imperial resources gloating when a Rebel Alliance grows stronger by the day?”
Now was Dorrian’s turn to smirk. “Partagaz is dead. When Axis was assassinated, he took his own life.”
“Luthen assassinated? Partagaz dead?” Meero’s mind spun. She attempted to muster her mental forces. “Did Krennic send you, then?”
The smirk broadened into a triumphant grin. “Krennic died yesterday in a Rebel raid on Scarif. The Rebel Alliance captured technical readouts of the battle station.”
Meero took a step backwards, her bunk pressing against her and reminding her that she was entirely trapped. “Then you’re here to kill me, now that they’re gone?”
The grin did not abate. “Not at all, Dedra. The Rebellion, after all, only destroys things. The Empire can give you back the life you dreamed of.”
The look on Meero’s face shifted from terror to fury. “You were watching me on Aduba.”
“How could I do otherwise? You re-invented the ISB’s interrogation regime in that room, but your obsession with Axis meant that you were dropped in this hole before the Empire could benefit from it.”
“What are you here for, Dorrian?”
“Krennic is gone, and the plans for the Death Star are missing. We have a Rebel prisoner who knows what happened to them. Young. Bold. And I have a hunch also ticklish. I’m going to take you to her so that you can help the ISB get those plans back for us.”
“And then what? You drop me back in here to die the day my table doesn’t produce enough?”
“As I said, Dedra, I’m here for your redemption. I’m a rising star in the ISB, as you once were. And I have the resources to retain consultants to work alongside the Bureau when we can use their particular talents.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“You’re going to join the few and the Empire’s elite, Dedra. The Death Star is orbiting in this system as we speak. I’m taking you to the prisoner now.”
* * * * * * *
Imperial shuttles, Dedra Meero mused, don’t just look or sound a certain way. They don’t just have a common feel as they make their way from planet’s surface to orbit. Inside they smell Imperial. As the craft cleared the prison-planet’s atmosphere, she remembered what it was like to be on the side of order and peace in the galaxy, not confined like someone who threatens the same. But as she looked down again at her new garments, they stood once again to remind her that she was not who she had been.
Gone was the jumpsuit of the Galactic Empire’s prisoners, but instead of the ISB uniform to which she had become accustomed over the years, she wore black fatigues and a tight-fitting black shirt, along with a light black jacket and black boots. In some spaces the outfit made her invisible; in others her form struck a menacing and unmistakable contour against her background.
She pulled at the jacket’s sleeve. “Is this how Imperial contractors dress, then?”
Supervisor Dorrian, dressed in his formal ISB jacket, smiled at her. “You’re not Imperial any more, Dedra. Remember that. You’ll be paid for your assistance, and then you’ll be freed. Whatever you do after that–bounty hunter or private security or whatever else–you’ll do as a private subject of the Empire.”
Her voice raised. “Bounty hunter? Those scum make our work impossible!”
Dorrian looked at her calmly. “It’s not ‘our’ work any more, Dedra. You need to learn your new place.”
Meero scowled and looked forward. In the darkness a gray disc grew by the minute. “I’m not sure what you intend for me to do with this prisoner, Dorrian. Our prisoner on Aduba was a Sacred Way devotee. I don’t have a Plarum crystal, and even if I did, she likely doesn’t have their wedding taboos to worry about.”
“You were focused on the Sacred Way on Aduba, Dedra, and that’s where you should have focused. I was looking at much broader possibilities.”
Meero smirked. “And did your broader possibilities have your hand in your pants?”
Dorrian grinned broadly. “Your girl is married and about to birth her second child, Dedra. I’ve often thought about paying her another visit after she has this one and checking for any further Rebel involvement.”
“Agents like you are why the people of the Outer Rim don’t trust the Empire, Dorrian.”
“Supervisors like me, Dedra. And don’t pretend you haven’t thought about getting your hands on those feet again.”
Dedra allowed herself a wicked smile. “The only feet I’m concerned with right now, Dorrian, are the ones attached to this Alderaanian… princess?”
“Yes. The daughter of Bail Organa, Senator from Alderaan.”
“Bail Organa? You know anyone related to that degenerate isn’t going to have any sexual taboos. How am I supposed to get to her?”
“Once again, you’re focused too narrowly on the Sacred Way. When you had given that girl the Plarum-altering serum, her dermal sensitivity increased logarithmically.”
“Yes. I know that.”
“You might not even remember, but I do. You were just going to tickle her into a third orgasm, but before you could, her skin had become so sensitive that she was begging you to send Storm Troopers to Eadu to guard the Khyber mines there.”
“And did you?”
Dorrian became silent for a moment; he decided that this newly-minted Bounty Hunter didn’t need to know about recent developments on Eadu. “No. The girl’s intelligence turned out to be old. But that’s not the point. You got a Rebel sympathizer talking to you with the heightened tickling alone. That’s what you’re going to be using on this Alderaanian.”
“And you have some doses of the serum ready?”
“Our men will bring them to you in the detention block.”
“And if she doesn’t talk still?”
“We’re also going to have a camera recording the whole scene while you’re at work. If she doesn’t give up the Death Star plans, we’ll send images of her torment all over the galaxy until Bail Organa resurfaces and trades himself for his daughter’s release.”
Dedra smiled again and looked at a tablet Dorrian had given her. The Princess’s digitized face looked up at her. “And when you’ve cleaned up that mess, I’m going to sell tickets to watch that interrogation again and again on recording.”
“I think you’re going to do fine in private security, Dedra.”
* * * * * * *
Dedra Meero waited in the hallway as Supervisor Dorrian and two Storm Troopers entered the cell. Around the corner she could hear him preparing the room.
“Princess, the stolen technical data have not been recovered yet, and we need to know where you’ve hidden them.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m on a diplomatic mission from Alderaan, and your illegal confinement is going to come to the attention of the Imperial Senate.”
“You’re young, Princess. You might not know this, but men like me have been tracking your Rebel friends for some time. We know that your ship was not in the Eadu sector by coincidence. Now tell us where the stolen data have gone, or I’m going to introduce you to the bounty hunter Diana Moon.”
Dedra rolled her eyes and almost laughed out loud.
“When I show the Senate signs that you have abused me, they’re going to shut down this illegal military project, and you personally are going to end up in an Imperial labor prison!”
“I’d go easy on the labor-prison talk, Princess. Diana might still be sore about that one.” She could hear his volume increase as he turned towards the door. “Now, Princess, you’re going to join us in the interrogation area. Guards, cuff her.”
A moment passed, and the three men led the Princess into the hallway. As she rounded the corner, Dedra was sure to stand tall to greet her, shoulders square to her. Dedra’s cold blue eyes locked with the Princess’s brown eyes, and she allowed herself a smile at the height difference between herself and the small Alderaanian. She fell in behind them, following them to a familiar-looking chamber, not unlike the one on Aduba, and letting the Storm Troopers take the Princess to a familiar invisible cylinder between two force-field projectors. A dim blue light leapt between the two, and the Princess rose slowly off the ground, padded cuffs on her wrists and ankles suspending her against gravity.
Dorrian glanced between the Princess and Dedra. “Diana, the force field, as I told you earlier, is a special Imperial modification. It will cause no damage to her physiology, so you can take your time with the interrogation.”
“Thank you, Supervisor. Will you be staying with us while we talk?”
“Oh, I want to watch this.”
Dedra shot him a knowing smile. “I’m sure you do.” She lifted her tablet and started to key in commands. “Storm Troopers, take off her boots and anything under them.” The Storm Troopers stepped forward to comply, taking the boots and a pair of white socks under them. Dedra noticed, as she keyed in commands and the Princess’s hands extended above her head, that she didn’t seem to be wearing anything under her silk gown.
A curiosity, to be sure.
Must be an Alderaan thing.
The Princess’s arms extended directly above her, leaving her sides and underarms exposed, and her padded cuffs held her ankles wider than shoulder-width beneath her. Small bare feet with painted toenails extended out her the bottom of her gown.
“You’d better leave now, bounty hunter. When the Senate hears of this, you’re going to be found in violation of Imperial law, and violence against a Senatorial diplomat!”
“I’m so glad you’re concerned with Imperial law, Princess. I want to talk about another body of Imperial laws, those concerning treason. As you no doubt have heard, you’re here under suspicion of transmitting classified military data to known enemies of the Empire.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I don’t believe you. And I hope you’re telling the truth.” With deliberate strides she walked to a position behind the floating Princess. “But when it comes to the security of the Empire, you know they don’t take chances.”
Princess Leia turned her head and shouted at Meero: “If you touch me, the Senate will hear about it!”
“I’m willing to find that out.” Dedra began to trace the tip of each index finger from Leia’s elbow towards her underarm. “But the Senate is all the way in Coruscant, and we’re out here in deep space. Let’s enjoy ourselves for the time being.”
Leia began to squirm against the cuffs. “Get your hands off of me!”
Dedra’s fingertips began to swipe at the silk covering Leia’s underarms, and the young Princess whimpered at the sensations. “Not just yet, Princess.” Meero’s quick fingers began to swipe and poke, and her pinching thumbs partnered with her index fingers to knead at the flesh under her arms. Princess Leia attempted another threat, but her voice failed and disintegrated into a bubbling laughter. She pulled at the padded wrist-cuffs, but the force-field could have held a body three times her size, and they stayed put as Dedra Meero tickled the Senator’s daughter.
Dedra’s hands descended to Leia’s ribs and began to pinch ravenously at the bottom rib and the skin underneath. Leia’s body twisted to the left and to the right, and Meero’s hands followed her writhing torso, drawing raspy squeals out of her voice and drawing more giggles and more cries of protest from the beautiful young mouth. The Storm Troopers shifted uncomfortably, and Meero enjoyed her own laughter, imagining what discomfort must be transpiring under that armor. She tickled and tickled, feeling the Princess’s body striving to escape, drinking in the desperate laughter filling the interrogation room.
Once again the tickling hands descended, this time pinching at the younger woman’s slender hips. Dedra knew within seconds that she had hit a gold mine–Leia let out a panicked, ticklish shriek at the first pinch, and the thrashing accelerated as her hands followed the dance of her swiveling pelvis. Her hungry hands kneaded and pinched, every new squeeze making Leia’s body thrash in ticklish agony. Meero felt her own body warm as she tormented the ticklish skin under her hands, and she wondered whether she should take another lover when she was out of the Empire’s grasp.
Perhaps she could take a woman as she heard that the Rebels sometimes did.
But at the moment, she had as ticklish a young woman as she’d ever tortured at her hands, and as her right hand continued to squeeze Leia’s right hip, her left moved downward and squeezed at the back of her thigh, just where it became her left buttock. Leia squealed at the new sensation, her head rocking backwards as overwhelming ticklish touches mixed with the beginnings of despair. Meero knew what she had at her hands: Leia was losing her resolve that she would never talk, starting to wonder how much she could take before the talk just happened.
Now was the time to pause and let her think about it for a moment. She took her hands off of Leia and took a long step back. “It’s an exhilarating feeling, isn’t it?” Dedra walked around to the front of the young woman and picked her tablet back up. Leia’s eyes tried to return to threatening, but Dedra could smell the panic as much as see it. “I imagine that when you joined your father in this violent farce, you imagined blaster fire and hiding on exotic planets and in their exotic cities, not holding out on the location of secret plans while an Imperial agent tickled your feet.” With that verbal cue Dedra executed the gravity field’s command, and Leia’s ankles ascended and her wrists descended, leaning her upper body away from Meero and raising her feet so that they were within easy grasp of her hands. Meero entered another command, and a tile from the floor ascended into the force-field, supporting Leia’s bottom.
“Stop! I don’t know anything about secret plans!”
“Now that I know how ticklish you are, Princess, I really hope you’re telling the truth. If you don’t have anything to hide, you won’t slip and let out where the plans have gone. And that means I can tickle these delicious toes as long as I want.”
“Please don’t! I don’t know where their base is!”
Dedra’s eyebrow raised. “A rebel base? Why Princess, I wasn’t even going to ask about that!” Princess Leia’s face twisted into a scowl of self-condemnation. “But now that you mention it, where might we find that base?”
“I’m never going to tell you!”
“My young, beautiful Leia, what does a girl like you know about ‘never’?” With her left forefinger and thumb Dedra plucked Leia’s big toe from the air and pulled it backwards, stretching the skin of her sole. “Let’s see how much never you can really take, shall we?” Greedy fingertips began slowly to run down the stretched skin of Leia’s foot, and she whimpered at the sensation. Without releasing the stretch, Dedra accelerated the pace of the tickling, and Leia’s voice broke into a yelp, then a giggle.
This really was going to be a dream.
Dedra rubbed and scratched at the small sole, and Princess Leia’s laughter leapt through the interrogation room’s air. Something caught her eye across the room, and Dedra saw Dorrian licking his lips as he watched. Leia’s giggling bounced and bubbled, and Dedra shifted her angle of attack, pulling the big toe to the side and scratching between her toes. Her bottom bounced on the floating seat, and she leaned back into open space, her wrists keeping her from doubling up to protect herself, much less from pulling her feet out of Dedra’s ravenous grasp. Her head thrashed to one side and to the other, round buns of hair whipping through the air as she lost attempt after attempt to control the laughing. Dedra explored each gap with affectionate and insatiable delicacy, and Leia’s song of ticklish torment filled Dedra’s ears.
Without warning Dedra’s wrists turned to face the floor, and eight fingers wriggled eager fingernails against Leia’s heels. Her ankles turned this way and that, but Dedra’s hands hovered over the pivot-points, and the Princess had nowhere to run. She squealed and tittered, and now she even tried to beg. “Please! Please stop!” Dedra allowed herself a long laugh of ecstatic dominance as she kept tickling the poor girl’s heels, then returned to the soles before rotating her wrists again and, her fingers arcing through the air above her palms, tickled the delicious curve where the ball of each foot gave way to the sole.
Then Dedra stopped tickling, and one hand grasped Leia’s ankle, and the other began to slide up inside her dress.
“No! Don’t!”
“Don’t what, Princess?” The hand reached Leia’s knee and continued to inch up.
“Don’t tickle me there!”
“Where, my love? What kind of tickling is terrifying you this much?” Dedra knew the answer, of course, and her hand rested just there, on the inside of Leia’s thigh.
“I can’t take this! Please stop!”
“Tell me where your Rebel base is, Princess, or I’m going to start tickling your foot. And if I feel your leg asking me for some tickles, I’m not going to say no.”
“Please! You can’t!”
“Oh, but I can.” Dedra released Leia’s ankle and stretched out her shoulders, one hand remaining on Leia’s thigh and the other starting to scratch at her sole. “Hold still, Princess, or I’m going to tickle you up inside that pretty dress!”
As she tickled Leia’s sole Dedra felt the younger woman’s legs begin to pump, and she was sure to let her captive see her grin before her fingernails began to glide all over Leia’s inner thigh. Leia’s hips twisted this way and that, unable to roll away from the floating platform, and Dedra continued tickling her foot and the inside of her leg. The older woman’s hand left Leia’s sole, and she stepped further inside the force field, leaning in towards the squealing, laughing princess. “Kiss me, Leia.” The younger woman’s eyes, shut in vain against the tickling fingers on her thigh, flew open, and the two women locked eyes. Dedra leaned in, and Leia’s mouth reached up to meet Meero’s and their lips drew each other’s in greedily. Dedra stopped tickling for a moment, and she felt Leia’s mouth draw breath from her lungs, and then she stroked a silk-covered breast with each of her two index fingers.
Leia’s eyes–this time closed for different reasons–flew open, and her mouth drew back from Dedra’s. “No!”
Dedra grinned and began to stroke one breast with her finger. Leia moaned in unwelcome, irresistible pleasure, her body unable to decide whether to try twisting away from the ecstatic finger or to resign to the delicious, invading pleasure. Dedra’s fingertip circled the nipple, and Leia strove in vain to hold in the sound that her pleasure made. The other hand made its way up inside her dress again and began scratching at her inner thigh. Leia squeaked as her body tried to respond at the same time to the two hands and at her own inability to move them off of her sensitive, overwhelmed skin.
Then Dedra’s fingertip found its way inside Leia.
The finger stimulating one breast, then another, never stopped moving, and Leia’s voice had given up on forming words, whether to protest or to beg. Her eyes closed yet again, and the core of her body, suspended against gravity in the forcefield, shuddered in climax. Dedra’s finger continued to run up and down inside of her, and Leia’s voice let out a long, singing moan as she surrendered to the sensations. Dedra leaned forward and kissed the side of her neck as her head leaned backwards, drawing another gasp.
“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me about your Rebel base?” Leia’s eyes pinched shut at the question, and Dedra chuckled. “I don’t know how much you’ve learned about your own body, Princess, but in a few moments, your skin is going to become far more sensitive than it is on a day-to-day basis. And when it does, I’m going to tickle your feet again, and it’s going to tickle like nothing you’ve ever felt before. And I’m going to tickle you until you melt again, and then I’m going to pleasure you again. When it’s happened twice, you’re not going to have any choice–you’ll be begging me to tell me everything you know.”
“No…”
“And when you do, my Alderaanian doll, don’t feel guilty about it. The Empire was always going to win. Science is always going to win out over magic, and your ideals are never going to hold up when your body belongs to me.” She started to trace a line along Leia’s sole with her fingertip, and Leia’s eyes flew open, her face all panic as she realized that Dedra was not bluffing.
“Stop it! I can’t tell you!”
“You can, Leia, and you will, and when we find it and wipe out your little Rebellion, I’m going to make sure they send you back to me so that we can learn everything about all of your allies and find every last one of them.” Two more fingertips joined Dedra’s index finger, and Leia couldn’t suppress a squeal that gave way to a flurry of giggles. “And when all the Rebels are gone, I might just keep you as my little ticklish pet, you’re so delicious.”
“No! I can’t betray them!”
“You already have, Princess.” Meero began to tickle one foot with each of her hands, and Leia’s thrashing confirmed what Dedra had come to know about women’s skin: nobody is ready to get tickled, with no way to hold back the tickler’s fingers, after sex. Leia laughed, seemingly trying to beg but only squealing at the touches too intense to imagine.
Then, with lightning speed, both hands shot up Leia’s dress once again, crossing over each other, and with her wrists crossed, Dedra tickled the insides of Leia’s thighs. Her head rolled this way and that, the buns once again thrashing through the air, and Dedra’s scratching fingernails devoured the ticklish skin between her knees and her lips.
The Princess’s exhaustion was really showing, and Dedra decided to let her breathe. She stepped backwards from between her legs and started to walk behind her. “How ticklish do you think your underarms have gotten, Princess? Shall we find out, or are you going to tell me where the base is?”
“No… I can’t take any more…”
“You’ll soon discover just how true that is, Princess.” The former ISB agent’s fingers were ravenous and utterly disciplined all at once, finding paths to trace on the skin that would have been under her arms, if the cuffs allowed her to lower her arms. Every time a fingertip traveled from her upper arm to her upper ribs, Leia’s hips writhed on the seat, and eight of them were finding places and manners to torment the young woman all at once. When they traveled back up, Dedra would pinch and wriggle, and Leia’s whole body shook and giggled at the cruel touches. Again Dedra looked up and caught the eye of Dorrian, and his eyes, younger by a few years than Dedra’s but more experienced than the Princess’s, were fixed on the young, tormented, giggling girl and the cruel, powerful woman who controlled her fate and her body and every moment of her existence. Whether he had stopped trying to hide his thirst or whether he just failed to conceal his desire, Dedra saw that he was completely enraptured. She continued to tickle Princess Leia under the arms, drinking in her attempts to plead for mercy.
Dedra reached one hand around to Leia’s breast again, stroked the silk of her dress, and heard not a subtle moan but a loud cry, the sound of a young woman whose pleasure had become more powerful than anything else that her mind could grasp. The flood of sensation overran anything that evolution had developed as part of reproductive rituals, and her mouth, still laughing, nonetheless formed a ring, facing the ceiling as her neck rocked back in ecstasy. In a moment of lucidity Meero noted, amused and aroused, that the buns of hair that her royal stylists had shaped for her held their shape even as her body dissolved into a flowing stream of giggling pleasure. The hand that was not caressing Leia’s breast snaked down to her hip and squeezed, and the girl cried out again, the ticklish torture becoming as intense as the lover’s touches.
Dedra Meero tickled Princess Leia from behind as the Storm Troopers watched from behind their helmets and Supervisor Dorrian leered, and even for Dedra the minutes lost their meaning in the leaping symphony of the Princess’s ticklish laughter and gasps of pleasure. When whatever sadistic spirit in her soul found satisfaction for the moment, Dedra stepped in so that her belly was against Leia’s back, and she let her mouth nibble at Leia’s ear. Another moan filled the air. Her hands started to reach around and gather up the bottom of the silk gown, finding a way inside her dress and inside her body. “Where is that base, Princess?”
Leia astonishingly found a reserve of reason for speaking. “You have to stop first.”
“We’re long past stopping now, Princess.” One hand’s index finger once again snaked inside of the Princess, and the other began to scratch at her inner thigh. The Princess’s own writhing at the tickling amplified the sensations of the finger entering her, and Dedra felt the spasms begin well before the moisture joined the symphony of sensations. She stopped tickling Leia’s leg and stepped backwards. She straightened her jacket, aware again as she left the storm of her own ecstasy that it was not the uniform of the Imperial Security Bureau.
She walked around towards Dorrian, who himself was adjusting his uniform below his waist. “I’ll have a dose of the serum now, Supervisor.”
Leia managed words as her own head swam in the floods of newly-experienced torture and pleasure. “It doesn’t matter if you give me truth serum. The Rebellion is going to catch you and kill you.”
Dedra laughed as she took from Dorrian’s hand a no-needle injection cylinder. “Truth serum? There’s no such thing, Princess. Sodium Pentathol just inflicts pain when you withhold what’s on your mind.” She stepped alongside the Princess, stooped down, and whispered in her ear. “And I think you know well enough that we’re well past pain at this point.” She stood up straight and removed the cylinder’s cap. “I wonder, Princess, whether you hoped to trick me into some pain right now. But no matter. What you’re going to experience next is the farthest thing from pain that you could ever imagine. You’re not going to tell me where that base is and where those plans have gone because you fear me. Your lust will betray you far more willingly than your pain ever would.”
“No… I can’t… They’ll die…”
“Yes, Princess, but they’re light-years away from us here. Here it’s just you and me, a Princess and her lover and her delicious, ticklish feet.” Dedra drew up the Princess’s gown again and injected the serum into the outside of her lower thigh. “You’ve already had two orgasms, Princess, so your skin is more sensitive than it’s ever been in your life, if I had to guess.”
Leia’s face managed to turn red despite the indignities that she had already undertaken.
“And this serum is going to magnify that sensitivity again. In just a few seconds, I’m going to start tickling your soles with feathers, and it’s going to tickle more than anything you’ve ever felt. And I’m going to keep feathering your soles until I’m happy, and then the feathers are going to go between those luscious toes of yours.”
“No…”
“You can already feel it, can’t you? The location of that base wants so badly to come out of you that you can’t stand it.” She stooped over again and licked Leia’s earlobe, then whispered. “But can I tell you a secret? I hope you don’t give it up at first. I think you’re starting to love this, Princess, and I want to tickle those feet of yours for a long, long time.”
Dedra reached into the cargo pocket of her bounty-hunter’s fatigues and produced two short, stiff, feathers with dark green blades. She held them up in front of Leia’s eyes and watched the terror and the anticipation and the arousal play across her face.
“Get ready, Princess. This is going to tickle like nothing you’ve ever felt before.” Starting at the Princess’s heel, Dedra drew the tip of one feather from one irresistible end of her sole to the other, then swerved just before the ball of her foot, tracing a line to the edge of her instep and off the foot. The Princess cried out.
“Yavin! The base is on Yavin!”
“I can’t hear you, Princess. I’m going to have to tickle a while more to make sure I heard that right.” Both feathers now traced lines up and down the Princess’s smooth soles, and Leia screamed her ticklish panic and her dreaded ecstasy into the air. Within seconds the scream gave way to an uncontrolled, unstoppable giggling, and Dedra could feel her erotic energy spasm between her hips and at the tops of her thighs. She slid the feathers’ blades between the Princess’ toes, and the younger woman’s laughter soared. This body, this perfect young frame, was hers. She could have done anything to her, and Princess Leia’s only possible response would have been a lover’s passion, and Dedra kept tickling between those impossibly delicious toes. For what might have been a moment or a lifetime, Dedra forgot her mission and simply drank in the frozen moment of her own sadism and the Princess’s surrender, a ticklish despair that made the young body and the Rebel’s soul all hers, all hers to take in any way she could ever want.
Then a pneumatic hiss interrupted the sounds of tickled ecstasy. The Death Star’s in-house chief of intelligence, flanked by four more Storm Troopers, entered the interrogation room, followed by a levitating spheroid, a needle protruding forward.
“What in the world is going on here?”
Dedra’s back straightened, and her eyes swam at the sudden backlash against her own lust. Dorrian straightened out, his hand leaving the front of his uniform trousers and falling to his sides, at attention. The Princess sighed in shame and relief, knowing full well what had come out of her mouth.
Dorrian was the first to speak. “Sir, we’re a detachment from the Imperial Security Bureau on Coruscant. We’re here to interrogate the prisoner.”
The shorter Death Star officer surveyed the room, and his gaze fixed on the Princess’ bare feet. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing here, but you’re not authorized to be in this area. The Grand Moff Tarkin will hear of this. Take them away!”
In a shuffle of restrainer cuffs and pleas to record intelligence gathered, everyone who had been in the room for Leia’s torture became aware that the Death Star’s officer was not interested in the name Yavin, and nothing that the Princess had disclosed was going to become part of the official record.
As Storm Troopers hauled Dedra Meero out of the room, the Princess, still barefoot and suspended in air, caught the former ISB officer’s eye. Her mouth twisted into a wry smile of triumph as they hauled Dedra Meero into the hallway.
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Dedra Meero’s bare feet walked the hall back to her sleeping quarters. She glanced down and saw the familiar boundaries between sleeping area and the deadly floor. Not for the first time she wondered how long before she took a dive on that floor and ended her own imprisonment.
But for the moment, she had other memories that could keep those thoughts at bay.
As the lights went down in her cell block and the floor hummed to its lethal life, Dedra closed her eyes, imagined the sounds of that irresistible laughter, and let her own slender hand slide inside her prison uniform’s pants.
