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Greetings. My name is The Scene-Stealer and I am here to present to you a series of tales from the realms of popular fiction, in particular television and movies.

I inhabit the dark realms within these universes, and it is here I see the things that weren't shown, the things that might have happened and the things that should have happened.

I present these tales of dark pleasures to you the readers who deserve to know the entire story.

Did you ever wonder what could happen if the situation was changed in one of your favourite films or television shows?

I am here to present the answer to you. If you have a situation that you would like to see exposed, then inform me and I shall do my utmost to find out the real truth for you.

Today's story exposes a situation from the Star Wars sequel, The Empire Strikes Back.

Just how did Leia lose that brown gown she was wearing on Bespin. While Han and Chewie were being tortured what was Leia up to?

The answers are here in a tale called:

"Star Wars - Bespin Torture"

Story contributions by Shabby Blue, inspired by an original art piece by Shabby Blue.

Luke had lost count of the number of days he had been here on Dagobah training with Master Yoda; it had been the most physically and mentally draining experience of his entire life. His arms were growing tired from exertion as he continued to hold himself up in a handstand and concentrated to lift objects using the Force. He could feel the blood rushing to his head, and wondered if there was any left in his toes at all. His mind was swimming amongst the multiple thoughts flashing across his consciousness. Pain, exhaustion, the rocks, R2, the force around him and all that he could feel contained within it.

"Good. Calm, yes. Through the Force, things you will see. Other places. The future, the past, old friends long gone."

Reaching out to the Force, Luke allowed his mind to look around and immerse him in the energy surrounding them. Luke could sense the images Yoda mentioned and they came to him, rushing into his mind from beyond. For a brief instant he saw the face of his best friend Biggs, and he began to smile at old memories. Then suddenly like a slap across the face an image of Leia, Han and Chewie burst into his mind. Suddenly overwhelmed with the pain they were feeling his mind snapped back from his trancelike state and he was again in his own tired body.

"Han! Leia!" exclaimed Luke as he lost his concentration and allowed the objects he was levitating, and himself, to drop back to the marshy ground.

Yoda sat quietly shaking his head in disappointment.

"Hmm. Control, control. You must learn control."

Luke looked at his master, what were these images he had seen? He needed help; they needed help.

"I saw... I saw a city in the clouds."

"Hmm. Friends you have there."

"They were in pain."

"It is the future you see," nodded Yoda knowingly.

"Future? Will they die?"

Quietly Yoda closed his eyes and lowered his head to reach out into the Force looking for that snippet of the future.

"Difficult to see," said Yoda looking back up at Luke. "Always in motion is the future."

Leia, Han, Chewie and Lando made their way towards the banquet hall that Lando had prepared for their evening meal.

Leia looked elegant in her new formal gown, and she secretly enjoyed being the centre of attention between Han and Lando. However, the Rebel leader within her continued to remind her that she had more important things to be concerned with. She didn't have time for romantic involvement, and damn Han for igniting these feelings within her. Realising they were nearing the end of the corridor she returned her concentration to the conversation that Han and Lando were having.

"Aren't you afraid the Empire's going to find out about this little operation and shut you down?" asked Han.

"It's always been a danger, it looms like a shadow over everything we've built here. But things have developed that will ensure security. I've just made a deal that will keep the Empire out of here for ever." Lando stated solemnly.

The large double doors in front of them quietly slid open to reveal the dining room beyond. A long table lay before them, places set for dinner, and seated at the opposite end of the table was Darth Vader!

With lightning quick reflexes Han's blaster was in his hand and he quickly snapped off a couple of bolts of laser fire at the Dark Lord. Vader raised his hand and the bolts harmlessly bounced off, shooting into the walls before Han's blaster leapt across the room into Vader's waiting gauntlet.

"We would be honoured if you would join us," said Vader, as Boba Fett stepped up to the table alongside him, and a group of Storm troopers rushed in behind them to block their exit.

"I had no choice. They arrived just before you did. I'm sorry," said Lando turning to face Han.

"I'm sorry, too."

"You certainly will be Captain Solo, we have unresolved business. You piloted the Millenium Falcon into battle and prevented me from defending the Death Star. That was not something I appreciated," Vader's respirator hissed, as he let this remark hang in the air ominously. "As you might imagine I have been greatly anticipating this meeting."

Han grinned back, held out his hands and shrugged in defiance.

"Battles eh, what can you do?"

Slowly Vader again cast his gaze across the little group and came to rest on Leia.

"Your Highness, it is so good to see you again. I have found myself missing those quiet... talks we were having on the Death Star. I am glad we have this opportunity to resume where we left off."

Leia remembered whom they were dealing with here, and what she had endured last time at his hands, and that of his master Governor Tarkin. A cold chill of dread ran down her spine as the Storm troopers grabbed their arms and slapped restraints on their wrists.

"Escort our guests back to their new rooms," ordered Vader.

With a loud swishing sound, the door to the cell slid shut and Chewbacca found himself alone in a large semi-darkened cell. He quickly spun around and began to hammer both fists against the metal door, howling in anguish for his missing friends. After a few moments Chewie finally stopped the pointless pounding and began to survey the room he was in. He noticed a large container holding the dismembered parts of C3P0, sitting in the middle of the floor. He began to move forwards to it when suddenly, from above him, a high-pitched wailing sound filled the cell. Chewbacca's sensitive hearing was working against him as the pain scythed through his skull, leaving him howling in agony. He jumped up to grab hold of the bars that criss-crossed the ceiling; they were keeping the speakers just out of his reach. Unable to think clearly, he was single-mindedly trying to get to the speakers to stop the noise. As it slowly increased in frequency he could feel himself slowly slipping into unconsciousness, as he slumped to the floor below.

Leia was bustled forwards into a small room and was immediately followed in by the two blue-uniformed Bespin security guards who were escorting her. With the distinctive clank from their white armour, two Storm troopers marched into the room preceding the Dark Lord of the Sith. Leia was held in place in the middle of the room by the guards. She watched anxiously as a pig-like Ugnaught hurried into the room and began to prepare the large metal table and the other strange looking equipment that she could see laid out in the room before her.

"Secure her to the table," ordered Vader succinctly.

The two Bespin security guards, who were holding her, quickly lifted her up and laid her down on her back on the metal table. They did not want to be a part of what they guessed was going to happen to her, but they feared Vader's wrath more than they worried about their own morals. They had caught her by surprise, but as the reality of the situation quickly sank in, she remembered what she had endured on the Death Star and she was determined not to assist in her upcoming assault or torture in any way. Immediately she began to try and get off the table, as she slid off she kicked out at the guards, catching one of them in the stomach, which sent him reeling backwards. The other guard was trying to push her back down onto the table when she grabbed his wrist and dug her nails into it. He quickly let go of her in surprise, but immediately moved back into position with a newfound anger etched onto his face. He made another grab for her and took hold of the sleeve of her dress, pulling her back onto the table by it. The guard suddenly found himself with a handful of fabric as the sleeve tore away and Leia quickly attempted to escape again.

Vader motioned to the troopers, who moved to assist the guards, and between the four of them they managed to hold the struggling woman down, flat on the table.

"Enough of this pointless display Princess," stated Vader as he laid his hand out towards her, she felt herself being pressed down against the table. She realised he was using the Force to hold her in place, and as they all let go of her, struggle as she might, she found that she was only able to move her head from side to side and nothing else.

Quickly moving around the table, the guards grabbed a wrist each and fastened the metal restraints into place around them at the sides of the table.

The Ugnaught wheeled a mobile control panel over alongside the table and jumped up onto the attached stool to bring him up to the level of the table. With the snuffling equivalent of a chuckle, he reached over and grabbed the neckline of her dress, then with a quick rip; the thin material came away, tearing down the middle to expose her naked breasts.

Sliding open a small drawer on the side of the table, he removed two small metal rings and turned back to face Leia. Leia was still struggling against Vader's power to no avail, and was not paying attention to what the Ugnaught was doing. Snar reached down and began to pinch her nipples. With a squeal Leia turned her head to see where the new assault was coming from.

"Leave me alone damn you," she spat at Snar.

Shaking his head with a low growl, Snar continued to pinch her nipples. Now engorged with blood, Leia's nipples had risen up to stand at attention. Grabbing the nipple closest to him he quickly slipped one of the small rings down over it before pressing on the sides of the ring to make the adjustable metal contract around her flesh. She felt the metal pinch into her sore nipple and she responded with a small cry. Giving him a look of fury, Leia could not stop him as he repeated his actions on her other nipple.

Snar moved back and admired his handiwork as the metal rings were squeezing Leia's nipples tight, glinting menacingly in the artificial light.

Turning to the guard who was nursing the fingernail gouges in his wrist, Snar ordered them to restrain her legs as well.

Leia did not speak Ugnaught so she was not immediately prepared to struggle as Vader released the pressure holding her legs so the two guards could grab her ankles, sliding her thighs apart and off either side of the table, they then pushed her feet back up underneath the table. Quickly Leia felt the Force pressing against her again as the guards seemed to be enjoying twisting her legs back further and further until they were able to slip her ankles into the fastenings hanging from the underside of the table.

Leia could feel the tension in her legs as they were spread apart and stretched out around the table in this unnatural position. She could feel the brown material of the leggings stretched tightly across her groin, almost to the point of tearing; fortunately it still covered her modesty.

Vader released his grip on her and moved back to stand as a silent observer at the rear of the room, fully aware that Lando Calrissian was staring at him from just inside the doorway.

Stepping forward, the guard with the bleeding wrist grabbed the dress at the waist area, and tore it away in one swift motion. He reached down and laid his hand on her thigh, she shuddered despite her resolve not to.

"I actually felt sorry for you, bitch," he rubbed his wounded wrist in anger. "Now Snar will make you pay for this," he said through clenched teeth, then he moved his hand up to rest on her groin.

Grabbing a handful of the taut brown legging material, and some pubic hair beneath as well, savagely, he tore away the last remaining coverings of her modesty. Like a quick electric jolt she felt the pain of the hair being pulled out, it flashed across her pubic region to explode out of her mouth in a sharp cry of pain.

"You will all wait outside," instructed Vader to the guards and troopers, who all quickly followed his order, Lando continued to loiter around the doorway. Vader turned his attention back to Snar.

"Proceed."

Snar grunted his obedience and pressed at a couple of buttons on the control panel. Two strut-like metal rods rose up on either side of the table alongside Leia's chest, and with a quick whirring noise they both angled themselves forward so that the protrusions on the end of each pole were pointing at her.

Leia had no idea what this equipment was for, but she didn't like the look of it.

She could feel a humming vibration running the length of the table, as out of her line of sight, a thicker appendage attached to the end of the table was activated. Rotating on the end of the table it pivoted upwards into position, appearing in her field of vision, rising up between her thighs. A small metal arm that had a larger rod with some sort of rounded metal cone on it, rose up, lifted over the top of the arm and came down into place between her parted knees, pointing ominously towards her. With a snap of energy, the attachment extended out slowly, until it reached the vicinity of her upper thighs, where it halted.

Quickly coming to terms with what looked like another session of her further violation at Vader's hands, she looked over at the Dark Lord standing in the shadows at the rear of the room.

"I don't care what you do to me, I will not tell you a damn thing. I'm not the same young girl you kidnapped on the Death Star anymore. You're a bunch of thugs and I spit on you," she said spitting at the Ugnaught to make her point.

Snar thought this was quite amusing and chuckled merrily, he was going to like this new job, and perhaps there was a future for him in the empire.

"Now your highness, there is no need for this pointless posturing. I have no intention of asking you anything."

Leia looked up at him in disbelief and then in confusion.

"It is quite simple, I am also trying to make a point, although mine will be significantly more effective than spitting on an Ugnaught."

"What are you talking about?"

"All in good time Princess," he said as he signalled to Snar.

Snar grabbed a lever on the far right of the console and slowly began to slide it down.

With a crackle and a hissing sound, not unlike the sound of a light sabre being ignited, a beam of blue energy shot out of both the rods on either side of the table, aiming at her chest, and the energy was instantly drawn to the metal rings on her nipples. She screamed out in agony as the heat and pain shot through her breasts.

"I understand that you are only experiencing a low level setting. I am feeling generous today; otherwise I could have him burn your nipples right off. While that does hold some... fascination, I am in no mood to scar you. Perhaps later," said Vader as he stepped around the table and made his way to the door.

"Do not permanently harm her Snar, or you will answer to me when I return."

Vader stepped past Lando and out into the corridor making his way to the elevator at the end of the short hallway, with Lando in pursuit.

Vader knew that if he continued along this path, Skywalker would come to rescue his friends, and then he would be a prisoner of the Empire. The Emperor had foreseen it, so he had no doubt that it would come to pass.

Emerging onto the next level up, Vader moved quickly to the door at the end of this corridor, guarded by Boba Fett.

"I have almost finished with your bounty, then you may remove him."

Boba Fett nodded silently and stepped aside as Vader entered the cell, and then stepped back into place, blocking Lando's way. Lando began to try and push past him but a quick jab from the butt of Fett's disintegrator rifle reminded him that he was not in charge any longer.

"Captain Solo, I see you have been properly prepared."

Han had been stripped from the waist down and was secured in a strange sort of standing couch, kind of like the acceleration couches on the Falcon. Before him lay the other half of the couch, the padding had been removed and was now bristling with strange components and circuits, it looked suspiciously like it was a mixture of blaster circuitry and electrical conduits. Han was a little bit worried, and had been considering its purpose while he had been waiting for someone to come and attend to his interrogation.

"This little talk should be most enlightening," said Vader as he nodded to the Ugnaught standing alongside Han.

The Ugnaught roughly grabbed Han's testicles in one hand and slipped a kind of noose made from wire over each of them.

Han swallowed nervously, and looked down to try and see what the wires were attached to.

The Ugnaught pulled the wires taut, and Han winced in pain as they started to garrotte his balls.

"Allow me to explain Captain," said Vader in answer to Han's unspoken confusion. "Those are live wires, and the circuit before you powers them. As you can see there is a portion of the circuit missing, fortunately your body should substitute nicely for the missing section, thus completing the circuit."

The Ugnaught reached up and slapped a large button on the side of the couch. With a sudden jerk forwards, the two halves of the couch began to close together.

Vader watched silently as Han flinched in anticipation of what was to come. Slowly he was lowered closer and closer until his chest touched the first portion of the circuit causing the power to arc across his chest.

Han's screams rang out through the corridors nearby as the electricity raced through the wires. Lando winced, quite sure that he didn't want to know what they were doing to him.

Snar was a master of this device. He had spent hours practicing on various races that obtained pleasure from their pain. He had never been allowed to actually torture anyone who didn't enjoy it before, and he was revelling in the opportunity. Leia's entire upper body was covered in a sheen of sweat, her breasts were bright red and covered in a myriad of minor burns from the rebounds and other effects he had perfected using the electroshock beams.

Leia had given up swearing at him after the first couple of minutes when she realised it was only adding to his enjoyment of it all. She now had her mouth firmly clenched shut and she was determined not to make any further sounds.

Snar had grown tired of this however, so now he decided to employ the probe.

Leia's head quickly snapped up the instant she heard the noise of the motor, and she looked down at the long pole slowly sliding towards her exposed pussy lips.

Snar saw her staring intently at the probe and began to manipulate the controls. He ran the probe through its entire routine just so she could see what might happen next. The probe began to vibrate, slowly at first and then more violently. Suddenly bending at one of the joints on its base, the entire length of the probe began to wiggle from side to side, before he turned on the last feature, which was rotation. The probe began to spin and Leia gasped in horror. Immediately abandoning her resolve she looked desperately to Snar.

"Please don't! I beg you, please don't do it."

With a dismissive grunt he slid the lever down which caused the probe to begin sliding forwards again. It inched its way towards her pussy lips until she could feel the cold hard metal pressed against her skin. It did not stop, and continued to push forwards, inwards. The probe popped through her defenceless opening and continued its relentless slide deeper. Leia gasped in shock, it was so cold and it felt huge.

Staring at her face, Snar grabbed the lever to rotate it and pulled it all the way down. Her screams were most satisfying.

Leaving Han in the care of the two troopers and the Ugnaught, Vader turned and walked back out into the corridor.

He waited just long enough to hold the door open for a moment as the circuit completed again and Han screamed out in agony. Vader got the reaction he wanted from Calrissian, and then moved forwards to allow the door to close.

Lando rushed up to Vader to get in before Fett had a chance to say anything.

"Lord Vader."

Vader ignored Lando and turned to face Fett.

"You may take Captain Solo to Jabba The Hutt after I have Skywalker."

Vader could hear the telltale pulse of the electricity as it increased, shortly followed by another scream from Han.

"He's no good to me dead."

"He will not be permanently damaged."

Lando quickly managed to get past Fett again and capture Vader's attention.

"Lord Vader, what about Leia and the Wookie?"

"They must never again leave this city."

Lando stood staring in disbelief, he had heard that the Empire made the rules up as they went along but this was more than he had gambled on.

"That was never a condition of our agreement, nor was giving Han to this bounty hunter!"

Vader stared at Lando and Lando could hear the cold hint of menace creep back into Vader's voice.

"Perhaps you think you're being treated unfairly?"

"No," said Lando quickly trying to bail himself out of this situation. The last thing he needed was to have Vader angry with him too.

Vader stepped past him into the waiting elevator and turned back to face him.

"Good. It would be unfortunate if I had to leave a garrison here."

The lift doors slid closed and Lando could hear the car descending again.

"This deal is getting worse all the time."

Leia could not believe the sensations running through her body. Pain mixed with tinges of pleasure. Snar had resumed singeing her with the electroshock beams as he worked on her pussy with the remote controlled probe. He had it wiggling up and down and as it came into contact with her pussy walls he would shoot off a beam at her nipples. He had turned the intensity down even further so that she only received a small buzz each time. He was attempting to make her orgasm against her will, and he was progressing quite well.

"Stop it!" she yelled desperately.

He set the probe to slowly slide in and out and then turned on the vibrational feature. The whole thing was now lubed up with Leia's juices, which despite her resistance, had begun to flow when he first turned on the vibrator.

Timing the vibrations so that they increased each time the probe plunged inside her, Snar continued to torment her.

"No, no! Make it stop!"

Vader made his way into the room and silently began to survey the proceedings.

He moved around to the other side of the room, watching as the Ugnaught continued to mechanically rape the Princess.

A moment later the door opened again and Lando was met with the sight of Leia being forcibly penetrated by the mechanical device. He didn't even know this device was here, and god knows what Snar had been doing with it all these years.

"Lord Vader, please," he begged, he could see the agony on her face.

The Sith Lord raised his hand for silence, and titled his head as though he was listening to something.

He had sensed it as he came into the room, and after watching the scene for a few moments he knew what it was. Each time Leia was at the maximum peak of stress, and almost about to give in to the building orgasm, she sent out a small ripple through the Force. He doubted if anyone other than a Force adept in very close proximity would notice, but it was interesting all the same. It aroused his curiosity; perhaps he would experiment with this phenomenon later. He knew of several low-level Force adepts he could experiment on.

"Arrgh! Uh. Uh... NO! Stop, please. Stop it!"

He could feel her struggle as the ripples in the force became more intense. She was desperately trying not to give in as the probe began to slide in and out, faster and faster. Snar combined the wriggling and the vibration, and reduced the movement so that it was only pumping in and out half of the probe's length, before setting off the electroshock beams to buzz her nipples. She could take no more and knew she would not be able to stop the orgasm now.

Vader sensed this and immediately threw his hand up, instantly disconnecting all the devices.

Suddenly the buzzing stopped and with a slow wet plop the probe slipped back out of her pussy and returned to its fully withdrawn position at the end of the table.

"No!" she screamed in frustration.

"I think that is more than enough entertainment for you today Princess."

With a flick of his hand her ankles and wrists were free as the restraints unlocked. As Snar began to pack his equipment away in frustration, one of the guards grabbed her white jumpsuit off the locker where an Ugnaught had left it for her, and threw it over to her so she could put it on.

"You might want to get dressed your Highness, I don't think it's appropriate for someone in your position to be seen like that in public, do you?" asked Vader as he made his way to the door, ushering Calrissian back out into the corridor.

The door opened and he called the two guards in.

"When she has dressed, return her to the cell with her companions."

"Yes Lord," they both stated in unison.

Turning to the troopers waiting nearby, Vader motioned that they should accompany him as he made his way to the elevator.

"Inform me if we get a reaction from this little experiment, I want to know the moment the long range scanners detect anything," he ordered as the lift doors closed again.

The two guards stood awkwardly outside the room as the door closed to hide the dishevelled Princess attempting to compose herself enough to get dressed.

Snar waited patiently, slowly packing his equipment away, and then the instant he was alone with the Princess he put his plan into motion. He had watched and enjoyed her performance as he had tortured her, and now he wanted some relief himself. He slapped the control pad, the door locked and the restraints immediately snapped back into position around the exhausted captive, then with a turn of a knob at the top of the control board, a helmet type of device pivoted up from beneath the top end of the table. Leia found a metal gag suddenly forcing its way into her mouth as the metal mask-like helmet slid down over her head, leaving only her panicked eyes visible. Quickly Snar pulled his stool over to the end of the table and positioned himself between her open thighs.

Leia watched in terror as she saw the little pig man pull his filthy looking erection out of his grubby overalls. He grunted contentedly as he rubbed his hand up and down the length of the pinkish grey flesh of his cock, over the knot-like bulge in the middle, and then aimed the pointed tip of it at her abused pussy.

Snar moved forwards quickly, forcefully positioning his cockhead at the opening of her dark haired slit. He ran the tip of his cock up and down her quivering lips. She knew she could do nothing to stop this further violation of her royal personage, and she cringed at the thought of having this creature inside her.

With a grunt of pleasure, Snar pushed the length of his long, thin, Ugnaught cock into her, and enjoyed the painful noises coming from behind the gag. The bulge in the middle stretched her open, and slid in, she was now firmly attached to him while he mated with her. He would have liked to allow her to scream for all she was worth, but he didn't want to regain Lord Vader's attention. Because of this, he also knew that he had to hurry, they could return for her at any moment.

Like a piston, he began to pump the full length of his hard cock in and out of her unwilling pussy.

Leia had been amazed at the length of the creature's member, and now she was feeling every inch of it. The knot stretched her apart each time it slid in and out of her, preventing him from pulling his cock all the way out, it was stuck within the depths of her canal until he was finished. Her mind was reeling from all these tortures, and this was just another one. The cock was much too long for her, even in the best of situations she didn't think she would ever enjoy a cock this long, and this was far from the best of situations.

With a high-pitched, hissing squeal, Snar drove himself in as deeply as he could and enjoyed the feeling of his warm seed flowing out of his cock into the depths of this royal bitch's pussy.

Snar collapsed forwards in joyous exhaustion. He felt her nipple pressing into the side of his face, the cold metal of the ring against his cheek, and he turned his head to chew on the tip of the springy flesh for a moment. The moment couldn't last any longer however, so he quickly climbed off her and fixed his clothing. With a flick of each wrist, he ran his fingers over her nipples, pulling the tight ring off each of them, dropping them back into the little drawer on the table.

With a snicker, he pressed the release button, which immediately deactivated all the restraints, and as he could hear them retracting into the table, he made his way out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Leia looked up exhaustedly from the table where she was laying amongst the remains of her lovely dress. She grabbed a wad of the brown torn material and she started to try and mop up the Ugnaught sperm that was leaking out of her abused muff. Looking around she realised that every one of her tormentors had gone and she was now finally alone.

Aching all over, she slid off the table and managed to stand up on her sore legs, which felt like they were made of rubber. She began to slip the remaining shreds of clothing off her abused body and then slowly pulled the white jumpsuit on over her raw and aching flesh, wincing in pain all the while.

What was going to happen now, she wondered as a tinge of despair began to creep into her soul, what terror did Vader have in store for them next?

Scene-Stealer Productions 1999

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