Southern Stars

My dark Lord maketh me lie down beside him and enjoy the pleasures of
the dark side.


TITLE: Southern Stars
AUTHOR: Schmootika
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: A southern fried story of a group of girlfriends traveling
to visit their favorite Sith Lord.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything in the Star Wars universe. I make
no money from the stories I write. If I did own it, I’d have a naked
Sith Lord with me right now and would not be writing this story.


PART X


Renee helped Vader take his cape off and smiled as he wrapped it
around her. She nuzzled her shoulder and reveled in the smell of him
all around her. Vader smiled and tilted her head up, “I think I’ll
remove this in your room. We would not want the kitchen staff to find
a mess in the morning.”

Renee giggled. She looked at the large table in the kitchen, still
slick from the pleasures he bestowed upon her eager body. “I’ll
gather up a few things and meet you there, darlin’”

“Very well, my belle. Do not keep me waiting.” He reached down and
smacked her backside as he turned to leave.

She watched Vader striding out of the room and a wistful sigh escaped
her lips. “Damnit boy,” she muttered under her breath.


Vader ascended the stairs and paused in his tracks. Several
delightful sounds echoed down the hall. He smiled and shook his head.
“The castle will never be the same.” A scream started from Kelly’s
room that grew louder with each passing second. Vader chuckled loudly
as he opened the door to Renee’s room.


Rousted from her sleep by Kelly’s passionate screams, Bonnie decided
she needed a midnight snack. She dressed and slowly wandered down to
the kitchen. Opening the door, she saw Renee digging around in the
cooler, dressed only in a long black cape.

Renee stifled a scream as she noticed Bonnie. “Oh fuck! You scared
the shit outta me,” she said, gathering up the cape around her.

Bonnie wrinkled her forehead. “Uh huh. And what are you doin’?”

“Oh nuttin’,” Renee replied with a large grin on her face. “Just
gettin’ a few munchies,”

“You need any help?” Bonnie giggled, watching Renee collect the
goodies she retrieved from the cooler.

“Nope. I think I got this handled,” Renee responded as she scooted
past her friend. Blowing a kiss to Bonnie, she quickly left the room.

Bonnie laughed, “That boy is in fer it.”

Bonnie wandered the halls of the castle and ended up in the gardens.
Walking over to the pool, she sat down at the waters edge and lit a
smoke. “Tonight can’t come soon enough,” she murmured as her gaze
went skyward. The stars, gathered in their unfamiliar patterns,
seemed so bright and Bonnie noticed the dawn was not far away. The
sun painted the edges of the inky blackness with light hues of blue
and purple.

Leaning back and running her fingers in the cool water, she looked
around at the castle surrounding the gardens. She noticed the large
windows on the second floor and started to snicker. “Well, I’ll be
damned,” she laughed.

Her eyes fell on the farthest window and she watched Cindy, sandwiched
between two tall, tan men. Cindy’s head rested against the shoulder
of the man behind her as the other lapped eagerly at her breasts.
Bonnie shook her head as she saw the two men moving in tandem, rocking
their bodies back and forth as Cindy pressed one hand against the
window.

“Damnit! I could use some of that,” Bonnie muttered. She stood up
and shook off the erotic images in her mind as she walked over to a
group of beautiful flowers. Her hand grazed the delicate silken
pedals as her gaze locked on the next window. There she saw Kelly
firmly pressed against the glass and clearly in the throws of passion.
There was a tall man behind Kelly, firmly holding onto her hips and
obviously pounding her for all he was worth. Hands wrapped into her
hair and pulled her head back, then Bonnie saw Needa’s face move up to
place hot kisses on Kelly’s neck as her mouth opened in a scream.

“Well, shit! Am I the only one not gettin’ some?” Bonnie stood up
and turned to see the scene in the next window. Renee had Vader on
his knees in front of her. The look on Renee’s face made Bonnie green
with envy. She remembered the things he could do with that talented
tongue.

“Fuck this!” Bonnie hollered. She threw her smoke down and stomped
off. Her mind whirled with all the images she’d just seen, and a few
new ones as well. Chuckling to herself, she conjured up scenes of
Obi-Wan on his knees, his strong hands holding her hips tightly as he
worshiped her with his mouth and tongue. Bonnie shivered at the thought.

Walking aimlessly back into the castle, she went down a hallway she
had never been down before. Her feet seemed to stop of their own
accord as she turned to face an old wooden door. Running her hands
over the strange inscriptions, she pushed the door open and went
inside. The door slammed behind her and suddenly it was pitch black.
Reaching into her pocket, she flicked her lighter and found a large
torch on the wall.

Bonnie brought her lighter up to ignite the torch, wondering what a
such a thing was doing in a castle with electricity. As the flames
from the torch lit the room, she gasped. “What the fuck?” Bonnie
found herself standing in the middle of what appeared to be a torture
room. Judging by the dust covering the devices, the room hadn’t been
used in a very long time.

“I knew there had to be a dungeon in this castle,” she mumbled.

Bonnie licked her lips and walked over to the large wooden table in
the center of the room. It had four sets of leather straps bolted to
the table. There was a device standing against the wall that looked
like an X with straps attached to each end. Looking around the room,
she saw many useful things hanging on the wall. Blindfolds, masks,
whips in various lengths, ropes, chains, and maces decorated the room.

“Whips and chains. Ties and ropes. That’s what my dreams are made
of,” she chuckled.

An idea hit her and she scurried around the room, picking up several
goodies. Opening the door, she extinguished the torch and checked the
hallway before she left. Making her way back to the main corridor,
she made sure to remember her steps; she might have a use for that
room later.

As Bonnie turned the corner to go up the steps, she ran right into a
barely awake Martha.

“Oh shit!” Bonnie hollered, dropping the goodies she carried.

Martha looked over her glasses at Bonnie and stooped down to help her.
“You’ve been shopping?” Martha asked as she cracked one of the whips.

Bonnie laughed as she grabbed the whip from her. “Not really. Just
found a few useful thangs. What are you doin’ up so early?”

“Man, you can’t sleep with all that screamin’ and shit goin’ on,”
Martha snorted.

“Oh hell, come follow me. I gotta show you somethin’.” Bonnie giggled
as she dropped the goodies in a pile and led Martha to the Gardens.

Martha sat down by the pool and Bonnie joined her as they both lit up
a smoke. “Do you see the windows?” Bonnie smirked.

Martha rubbed her eyes, trying to get them to focus. “Well hell.
Ain’t that interesting,” Martha replied. Her eyes fell on the window
where Vader had Renee bent over and was pounding into her furiously.

“I’ll have to remember to keep away from the windows,” Martha laughed.

“Check this shit out.” Bonnie pointed to Cindy’s room.

This time, the men had Cindy bent over. One was behind her while the
other enjoyed the pleasures of her expert mouth.

“Damnit! You are a fuckin’ pervert, ya know?” Martha chuckled.

“Hey, I didn’t know the windows faced the gardens. Our rooms are on
the other side of the hall, remember?” Bonnie defended herself.

Martha shook her head as she kept her eyes glued to the scenes in the
windows. “He’s got some thighs from hell, don’t he?” she said as she
took a long drag from her smoke, her gazed fixed on Vader’s powerful body.

“Yeah, and a tongue that’ll make you change your religion,” Bonnie
replied with a dreamy look on her face.

Martha raised an eyebrow, “And how would you know?”

Bonnie blushed ever so slightly. “Well, there was that one time with
the whiskey.”

“Oh yeah. I heard about that,” Martha giggled. Trying to change the
subject, she asked, “So are we gonna take Renee up on her offer fer
the hotel room?”

“Yeah, I guess. I don’t wanna cause her no shit. But I would love to
get Obi-wan in the room I just found.” Bonnie beamed at the thought
of tying him up and doing as she wished to his body.

Martha stood up and stretched, “Do I even wanna know about the room?”

“Probably not,” Bonnie grinned.

Martha shook her head. “Girl, you’re a damned mess.”

Bonnie just nodded her head and thumped out her smoke.

Martha continued. “I guess we should play it safe fer a while. I’m
supposed to meet Mace at a little restaurant on the other side of
town. We could meet up later at the hotel. Think the staff would
know which one would be best?”

Bonnie shrugged her shoulders. “I guess.”

Martha smiled and scanned the windows for more activity. She saw Vader
lifting Renee up and walking away from the window. “Well, I guess the
show is over,”

“And you call me a pervert,” Bonnie chuckled.