Second Best

Falynn Sandskimmer was tired of being second best. No matter what she tried and was good at, there was always someone better. She was good at moving quietly due to growing up in a place constantly surrounded by sandpeople, but Tyria was better. She was a decent pilot, but others were better than her. She was a good mechanic as far as repulsorlift vehicles were concerned, but Kell was a better mechanic overall. She had been the number two TIE pilot behind Wedge, but now that lieutenant was taking over that spot.

She had tried her entire life to stand out from the crowd, and especially to stand out from that damned Luke Skywalker. It seemed that everyone she met referred to her as 'another pilot from Tatooine.' It was enough to make her wish that she'd never heard of Skywalker!

Now though, she had a chance to prove herself. She had been assigned the job of scouting out the TIE launch building, and Falynn was determined to go above and beyond what she had been assigned.

To that end, she had climbed up the side of the building itself and perched there, waiting for the TIE's to launch. Inside her flight jacket, she had a small holorecorder. It was her plan to use this recorder to get Wedge exact data including images rather than merely the estimations that he had asked for. That would be certain to show her commander that she wasn't just 'another pilot from Tatooine'.

All these thoughts and more ran through the slim pilot's mind as she rested her cheek on the cold metal of the roof. Her light hair fanned out slightly in the soft breeze that caressed the attractive woman's lithe form.

Suddenly, a rumbling noise startled her. Somehow she had fallen asleep while lying here. The doors into the launch base were opening to allow the fighters to exit. Leaning over the side, she took in the interior of the building, snapping what holo's she could before realizing suddenly that she was about to lose her handhold.

Grimacing, she let go just before her fingers were smashed between the two doors and slid down the roof, scrambling futilely for a new grip before sliding off the edge of the building and plummeting to the ground below. She had just enough time to curse before impacting the ground and knocking herself into a dreamless sleep.

It was some time before she woke. However, as soon as she did, the young woman realized that she was in trouble. She felt not grass beneath her, but hard floor. She came fully awake with a start. She found herself in a small room lying on the floor. The walls of the room were painted a hard durasteel. She gasped when she turned from the wall she had been facing to a barred wall. Immediately she realized she was in some sort of jail, cell, with actual metal bars rather than an energy shield.

"Well shit..." she muttered to herself. Rising quietly, she moved quickly around the room, looking for a way out. There was none. Walking over to the bars, she leaned against them and looked first one way, then another. The hallway was empty. This must be some sort of holding area beneath the launch bay, because she could hear the fighters returning to their berths.

As she stood, the sound of approaching bootsteps reached her. They grew louder and soon she could also make out shadows playing along the walls as her captors grew nearer. Turning away from the bars, she moved to the far end of the room, determined to ignore them until they either passed by or returned from whatever hole they'd drug themselves out of.

They did not move on howevbut but stopped just outside of her holding cell. A loud voice rang out. "Well, looks like she's awake now. Guess we won't need the prod after all, unless she gives us a reason to."

Prod? She had no idea what he was talking about, but it didn't sound good. Falynn's mind raced as she tried to think of a way out of this situation. Obviously they would interrogate her to find out why she was in a restricted area, but would they let her go if she convinced them that she knew nothing? Probably not. Quietly, she cursed once more.

The voice rang out once more. "So, are you gonna tell us your name, or do we have to drag it out of you?" The question was punctuated by the sound of a key in the lock. Her hope soared. Perhaps he would enter the room and she could somehow take him hostage in order to escape.

That slim hope was dashed however, as she felt the cool metal of a blaster barrel settle on her neck. Damn he was fast. Still, she started to whirl, but he pressed the blaster firmly against her neck and moved to whisper in her ear.

"Don't turn around," he growled softly, huskily. The voice was threatening, but there was another quality to it that sent shivers down her spine. The man sounded... amused. Something was going on here that she didn't understand.

Her only reaction to the man's soft, threatening words was a snort. "You don't scare me." The words were brave, but her voice shook slightly and she mentally grimaced. That hadn't sounded at all convincing.

Apparently the man thought so too, and his dry chuckle sent shivers up her spine. Slowly the blaster was lowered away from her neck, but she now knew that he could bring it to bear and fire before she could do much more than twitch. That was fine, Falynn knew how to bide her time. They would continue to ask her questions until they tired of the game, then they would leave her here to stew and worry. During that time, she'd find a way out.

This man didn't seem to want to play by the rules however, and he took her roughly by the arm and yanked her around to face him. He was dressed in the uniform of an imperial officer, but no ranking insignia was present. Beyond him, a squad of ten stormtroopers stood at something less than attention.

Pulling Falynn closer to the troops, the imperial officer positioned her in the center of the room. Leaning close to her, he whispered, his voice dripping with threat. "Try to move, or do anything other than stand just as you are, and those troops will mow you down before you can say 'Skywalker'. Go with this, and you'll be released back to whatever shithole bar you came from. Your buddies can just go on thinking that you made it and you'll win the bet."

Falynn's heart soared. Somehow these guards thought that she was just a civilian on ae. He. How or why they thought that was none of her concern, the mere fact that they did was enough. All she had to do was go along with whatever happened and she'd be home free.

It was then that the man moved behind her. She didn't know what he was doing, but whatever it was had the stormie's chuckling among themselves. Falynn tried to ignore them as much as she could. From the back corner of the cell, the man's voice called out to them. "Relax guys, it's so boring here most of the time that we gotta take advantage of what distraction we can."

So now she was a distraction... that didn't sound good. Before she could accuratly process this however, the man was directly behind her again. Now he whispered once more. "Remember, follow along and you'll get out of this, otherwise you can count on having one of them blaster bolts searing right through that pretty head of yours."

So he thought she was pretty, maybe she could use that to her advan. Ho. However, no sooner had that occured to her than she felt his hands abrubtly cup her ass. Her mouth fell open. He couldn't possibly mean to... But it was obvious that he did. His left hand continued to sqeeze her tight rear as his right moved around and up across her stomach.

He spoke, loud enough to be heard by the troops outside the cell. "So they say you're the town whore, that right?"

A whore? No way, that had never occured to her. They wanted to have sex with her, not just question her. This was insane. She had thought that after getting away from Tatooine with all the degenerates there that she was finished with the men trying to have their way with her. Instead of answering, Falynn swallowed hard.

He wasn't going to let her get out of answering however. "Well, answer the question. Are you the town whore?" His voice rose, and the threat was obvious. She could either answer the way he wanted her to, or take her chances with the gun. She made her decision, the squadron meant too much to her for her to give it up. She would do whatever this man wanted, then deal with the consequenses.

Her voice was soft, and she cursed herself for her sudden fear. "I.... I.... suppose..."

He grabbed her hair with his left hand while his right moved up and cupped her breast through the jacket. "Whore's are supposed to know who's in charge of them. Do you, whore, know who is in charge?" By now the stormtroopers had begun to pull off their armor, exposing themselves in ways far out of line for an on-duty group.

Closing eye eyes briefly, she opened them when his hand roughly sqeezed her left tit. He pinched her nipple through her jacket and she winced. "Y...Yes sir... you're in charge. You're the boss." She could pretend to be as submissive as they wanted, then come back and show them who was really in charge once she got back to her fighter.

He released his grip on her hair and returned it to her ass. "You got a nice body whore. Must get free drinks all the time giving those blow jobs your mouth is just begging to give." It was not a question, but she nodded anyway. The men on Tatooine had indeed offered her many free things in exchange for oral favors... not that she had agreed to any of them.

Outside, the troops had fully unclothed themselves and were slowly massaging their manhoods, bringing them to full attention. The size of some of the pricks made Falynn gasp. It didn't help that the man behind her had moved so that both hands cupped her tits and pressed himself against her. As his cock pressed against her leg, Falynn realized that the man was nude. That's what he had been doing.

Taking her jacket by the shoulder, he pulled it off of the Tatooinian pilot. Underneath, she wore a black bodysuit. It was formfitting, and several of the gathered men let out appreciative whistles at the sight of her erect nipples. Damn this was arousing.

"Now whore, let's see how good this slut-body of yours is." His cruel words were puncutated by a not so soft slap to the ass, which caused her to jump. Mentally preparing herself, she still winced as the man slowly unzipped her suit, exposing her body for all to see. First her breast sprang into view, followed by her taut stomach, her shaven cunt, and finally her shapely muscular legs. Since she regularly used the tanning booths available aboard the ship, her entire body was deeply tanned.

"Very...very nice little cum-slut." Being called these names was somehow a greater turn-on than anything she had ever experience gro growing wetness between her legs confirned this. Here she was, naked in front of a group of men who would probably end up fucking her brains out, and she was so turned on at the moment that she would welcome it.

As the shame of that knowledge made her cheeks flush, the man pushed her. "Kneel down on all fours like an animal bitch." His hand was in the center of her back, and she followed his order. Dropping down, she then leaned forward, resting on her hands and knees in the position he wanted her in.

Daring to look towards the troops, she found them barely restaining themselves from rushing over and fng hng her right then. The image nearly made her orgasm without any other stimulation. She was shocked out of her daydream however, as the mans cock pressed against her cuntlips. This was really happening, she was going to be fucked in front of all these men. What was worse... she was liking it.

Without any more ceremony, the man shoved his dick into her pussy. She wasn't a virgin, but she also hadn't had sex in a great while, so her cunt was almost as tight as it had ever been. Grabbing her breasts, using them as handles, the man began to roughly slam his cock in and out of her, fucking the Wraith squadron pilot as she had never been fucked before.

This was too much for the men outside, and they finally moved forward. The nearest man dropped to his knees and pressed his dick against her lips. Obligingly, Falynn parted them and allowed the hard tool to enter her warm mouth. The trooper groaned as he felt her tongue dance across his cock, and he came almost immediatly.

When the cock exploded in her mouth, Falynn barely tasted the salty cum before it disappeared down her throat. The first man was quickly replaced by another, and now she was sucking on an even larger cock. This new man held her by the head and began to roughly face fuck the young woman. He roughly shoved his dick in and out of her mouth as though he were fucking a pussy.

"Awwww yeah... fucking cunts got a mouth that could suck the cum out of Vader himself..." It wasn't long before this man pulled out and sprayed his sticky cum all over her face. He then presented his cock to her lips and she willingly licked it clean.

Now she felt herself being lifted up and the man fucking her cunt swung himself around so that he was underneath her. This left the area behind the young pilot free, and as it dawned on her what this meant, another troop pressed his cock against the tight ring of her ass. This would be too much, she was certain and she tried to protest, but already another cock had pressed itself into her oral cavity and halfway down her throat.

Gagging on the cock, she tried to whimper, but not a sound emerged as the troopers dick began to penetrate her virgin asshole. She felt like it was ripping her in half, and for a moment, all pleasure was forgotten. Eventually however, as the first man yelled out and filled her pussy with his cum, it began to return. Soon another guard had taken the officers place and filled her cunt once more. The pleasure not only returned, but increased in power until she found herself brought to an planet shattering orgasm.

This continued for hours, with every man in the building eventually finding his way into this cramped cell and fucking Falynn senseless. She was covered in so much cum that they finally had to pull in a firehose to wash her off so that the rest of the men could enjoy her hot body.

After swallowing more cum than she ever thought would be possible, and being fucked in countless positions, she was finally done. The guards were exhausted, but not as much as she was. Hosing her off once more, the officer in charge handed her back her clothes, and she was allowed to change. Once dressed however, she was forced to suck him off once more.

They then revealed that with her own holocamera, they had recorded the entire thing. The recording would be posted to the holonet, where she could check it out anytime. The knowledge that any of her squadmates may find images of her in this gangbang was such a turn-on that she nearly came again.

Eventually, the officer took her out in his own personal vehicle and dropped her off at a local bar. Before he left however, he smiled. "Damn that was nice, you're the best." He then peeled out and roared back towards the base.

As he left, his words rang through Falynn's mind. The best? Could it be? Was she better than anyone else at something? Was she finally not just 'second best'?

fin.