The Princess and the Captain

by Pars001

©Copyright 2014-2015 by Pars001

Chapter 1

Jim jumped as the proximity alert started shrieking a warning. "God damn tourists," he muttered as he opened communications. "Unidentified craft, this is station prime one. You have entered restricted space. Divert your course NOW!"

The com crackled a shrill female voice pleading, "Prime station HELP! The pilot and co-pilot are dead."

"Shut down your engines," he calmly responded. "There should be a multi-levered handle all connected at the top, push them all the way forward until they lock in place." Silently he watched as the ship's engines shut off, but the ship was still moving. "Hell of a way to start a day," he growled as he readied a grapple beam to slow and pull the ship in.

Pulling it to the hanger, he began to lock down almost all the station, manual instead of electronic locks on doors (he found they were much too easy to hack) and headed down to the ship. As he approached, his long legs eating up space, he stopped dead in his tracks. There at the hatch of the ship was a young teenage girl/woman crying and shaking, staring straight at him, her chest heaving, gulping for air, hardly wearing any clothes.

"I am Jim Stock, this is a private station owned by my family." (well what was left of his family) "You will have to leave as soon as possible," (he didn't like company, especially the uninvited kind) he snapped out. The girl broke down and started sobbing, muttering to herself.

"They are all dead. Oh my god, I can't believe they are all dead."

Falling out of the hatch, she just lay there, pooled on the deck like a useless lump of flesh.

Jim was about to step forward when the intruder alert went off. "What the hell!?" Grabbing a plasma rifle next to the door, he opened his mike, "Computer, status report."

A mechanical voice answered, "Five, level six armbots converging near the open hatch."

"Level six. Shit, bring up security fields and shields, place around the ship, and protect the girl!" He shouted into his comlink as the first appeared and started firing.

As Jim started returning fire, he shouted, "Damn it, girl, move your ass NOW!" Taking out the first two, he knew it wouldn't get any easier as these were the more intelligent bots that learned as they went. He could see the other three taking cover as he got a shot off and disabled the arms of the third. The girl looked up at him, then at the bots as they dropped and ran screaming toward him.

"Increase to full combat mode now," he growled into the com.

"Increasing now, all internal batteries are online, and the shields are full." Dozens of specially made turrets came out of the walls and started blasting away, taking two more out at the beginning.

"Status report," he barked.

"Four units inoperable, three of those, no mechanical or electrical activity, one unit damaged, one arm and leg inoperable," the mechanical voice droned on, "advise more protective cover."

Smirking, Jim thought, "Would a direct, tight, em pulse directed at the last bot be enough to disable it? I'm unsure of the shield rating of a six. Analyze!"

"Searching ... such a pulse would disable mechanically, but upon further analysis, I have detected a tri-cobalt explosive; advise immediate evacuation."

"No shit, ya think?" Jim felt the weeping puddle of females at his feet clutch at his leg as he spoke. "Direct pulses at both of the last two operational bots, drop blast shield and door, then evacuate the space, make sure they are all gone before you close the outer hangar doors."

"Compliance Captain," the voice answered back, "beginning procedures now." Jim watched as the shield door began to lower. Grabbing the girl, he pushed her to the airlock, her small frame offering no resistance to him as he hurriedly got her through and slammed the hatch closed.

"Report, Dickie," he snapped out.

"Applying the bursts now, sir, they are immobilized, starting evacuation," Dickie replied.

"Bring it up on display." A picture of the hangar appeared before his eyes, thanks to a synaptic implant installed years ago when he was still in the stellar space forces, and he was allowed to keep it as a reward for his service.

"Report." He said as he searched the bay.

"Four of the bots are gone, and one completely deactivated is still in the bay, with no activity. The bomb is unarmed but still active. Recommend removal." Dickie droned back to him.

"Okay, keep it in the bay, bring up shields, we don't know if the others will..." Suddenly, there was a huge explosion astern, and Jim held on as the force of the blast hit the shields.

"Damage report!" He ordered as the girl at his feet began to scream, her green eyes wide in terror.

"No external damage to report. The blast weakened the shields astern and port by 5%. Other than those, we are green on all boards," Dickie stated. Breathing a sigh of relief, he could now turn his attention to the quivering, incoherent female latched onto his arm and, as he now noticed, drawing blood with the nails of her hand.

"Miss, you have to let go so I can do a med scan on you," he gently started to pry her hands from his arm.

"NO!!!" she screamed, pulling closer to him, "NO, NO, NO!" Jim sighed as he cupped her soft, tear-stained face.

Gently tilting her face up to look into her eyes, her deep emerald colored pools of fear, "Look at me," he gently prodded her. "What's your name?"

"My name? I..." she swallowed hard. "I am Amber Joltaline," her voice cracking, shaky at best, as she looked deep into his eyes. She almost smiled with relief and started to fall as she lost consciousness.

"Ah, damn it! Couldn't you have at least waited 'til I got you to med bay?" Touching his ear, he said, "Dickie, I need med bay opened, bio-bed one started, and a med transport to meet me on the way there."

"Compliance Captain," it chirped in. "Would you like the shock kit also?"

"Yes Dickie, that would be advisable." Then he thought, "Also, have the med bots prepared. I want her checked out. If she is who I think she is, we need to prepare all safeguards. I am afraid that those armbots weren't the last we are going to see. I want the station on high alert, no unwanted visitors in without MY clearance, hell, NO visitors without my verbal acceptance."

As Jim rushed the girl to the med bay, he felt his whole damn day just went from really bad to completely fucked up. The med scanners had been at work for an hour and had already found fifty deep space micro-homing beacons buried deep within her skin.

So far, that was all. Shit, someone wanted her and her family dead for certain. Taking a swig of syntho-rum, feeling it burn down his throat, the preliminary reports were coming in now. The emperor and his family were missing. Their shuttle vanished as if it had never existed in hyperspace at the appointed coordinates.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! I don't need this right now, I got enough crap going on right now," Jim shouted.

Going back to the hanger, he looked at the markings on the side of the shuttle, "Dickie confirms markings on the right side of the shuttle."

"Searching ... confirmed, royal shuttle of the high emperor, the same that was reported missing two days ago. Should I report this to the high hall of councilors?" Dickie asked him.

"No, not yet. You don't send level-six assassins without some type of inside info. This was well planned. Make sure all beacons have been deactivated and destroyed, that includes all you find on the ship." Jim said.

"Should I dispose of the bodies, sir?" Dickie asked without emotion. Jim was startled for a moment.

"No, I need to investigate further." He stepped toward the shuttle. "Are all internal defenses off?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, they were off when the shuttle arrived." Dickie replied, "They seem to have been off for quite a while."

As Jim stepped into the shuttle, he stared at the bodies (or rather, what was left of them). Sighing, he moved to the cockpit at the front of the shuttle. Here, the carnage wasn't as bad, but it was still bad enough. One body was cut in half, not much blood, so it must have been a high-intensity beam. The other he could see, hadn't gone without a fight. Obviously, he had pissed it off and had been hacked to pieces.

"Dickie, I want a full spectrum of images of all the bodies." He ordered as he moved back into the main cabin. Then to the rooms. "Ah, you poor bastard, you never had a chance." He said as he reached down to remove the ring on the emperor's dead hand. "Without this, no one can claim the throne." Sighing, he knew the next few days were going to be bad, REALLY bad. Looking further, he found the empress' body violated, alongside two daughters and, further back, a son.

"I guess he was the last of the male line but Amber..." thinking he knew he had to call in a few favors to protect her.

Walking into the med bay, he looked at the frail young girl/woman being attended by the med bots. "Report," he ordered as he stopped at her bed.

"No severe damage to the outer body, no internal injuries. It appears almost all of her injuries are mental." It quipped in a monotone.

"Your evaluation?" He asked, almost afraid of what the answer would be.

"Sir," it started. "She seems quite fixated on you. I suggest that..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he interrupted. "Keep her with me for the time being, ARGGHH! I don't need this right now, damn it!"

"Sir, you have been alone out here for three years, and studies show that all life forms require companionship," sliced in Dickie.

"Fat lot, you know, I have been fine. I like being alone," he snapped back.

"It was not your fault they were killed when the raiders attacked," replied Dickie.

"I should have been there..." he choked out.

"What could you have done?" inquired Dickie, "you were unarmed, unskilled, and unprepared."

A soft groan broke the tension. Jim rushed to the bed and waved the bots away. As Amber opened her eyes, she gasped at the cold, hard bed she was on. Her green eyes roamed around the room, settling on Jim as reality settled in. "I am alive!" She sat up and threw the sheet off, not realizing that she was naked underneath, hopped off the bed, and threw herself at Jim, her firm 34B breasts and her hard, long nipples pressing holes into his shirt and chest.

"Princess Amber, you have no clothes on," he started.

Chapter 2

"I don't care!" she shouted, pressing harder into him. "If it weren't for you, I would be dead like ... the ... the rest of my..." as tears started to form anew in her eyes.

"I will not make you relive any of it. You are safe here. We are almost impenetrable here." He said as he swept his arm around the station. Damn it, he thought, now is not the time for his 8 1/2-inch cock to rear its head. He quickly turned to the side, hoping that she didn't notice. Ah fuck, too late, she had.

"I apologize, Princess, that was vulgar," he stated. Reaching up, she stunned and quieted him as she pressed her full, pouting, and swollen lips to his and passionately kissed him. He felt her put her whole self into it.

"I am a woman, you," she pointed to his tented pants. "Are OBVIOUSLY a man, so what has happened isn't that unnatural." He bowed his head and gulped.

"Jim, NEVER do that again!" She whispered, "you are a hero and if not now then in the future others will know. We are equals and you and your family will never have to bow again."

Jim only smirked, "My family," he sighed, "except for my comatose mother, I have no family. I have dedicated my life to this station and making sure NO ONE can ever attack it again. It is my family's legacy."

Amber felt the vehemence in his words and shook a little from them. She was so glad he was on her side.

"Make a deal with you, Jim," she said. "You don't call me princess again, and I won't have you flogged." She started to smile, then giggled at the look that flashed across his face.

"You got a deal," he said as he smiled. "Amber it is. I am sorry about your family, but you realize you are the next to the throne." He then handed her the ring that was in her father's hand.

"I thought it was lost!" She quickly began renewed kissing of his face. 'Holy shit,' she thought, 'this guy is hot!'

"I know you think I am a cold fish, but each of us is prepared from an early age for a day like this when one or more of the family is killed or murdered. I was in shock because they were going to kill us all. Had I not been asleep in the unused room, then I would be dead too."

"So, how do you want to handle this?" He started.

Just then Dickie interrupted, "Captain sir, the last bomb is disarmed, and I was able to download the files from the bot. There are some interesting things I think you ought to see."

"Oh?" the princess said, looking at the screen. "Can you display it here? Authorization alpha omega zeta one."

"Yes, your lordship," Dickie droned back.

"Well, hell, I thought I had removed all outside code interference." A shocked Jim said as he looked on.

"You might have, but this is not removable, and only known to a royal few (she whispered in his ear) and a few royal hackers." As she smiled broadly.

"It appears the bots were assigned this job by orders from the high council. The signature is unmistakable, though they did a very thorough job of trying to wipe this data from the memory. In most cases, it would have been irretrievable," stated Dickie.

"Make sure it has all been recorded twice. I will make the bloodsuckers pay for this. They thought to take the throne, but they were gravely mistaken. They are about to find out what a real royal bitch is like!" Amber said.

Looking at Jim, she motioned him over to her, "Now then," she smiled seductively, "Since I am the last and I WILL NOT have the council tell me who I can fuck, by royal order, I command you to fuck my brains out!" She giggled as she again looked at, then felt, the hard, straining cock in his pants. For the first time in his life, he DID NOT have trouble following a royal order.

As Jim hurriedly removed his clothes, Amber laid back on the bed and spread her legs. Jim crawled between her legs and planted his mouth on her slit, licking up and down her cunt as she gasped and shuddered. Heady, with the scent of her, began to swirl his tongue around her clit as she gasped again and bucked her hips toward his mouth. Cumming and wetting his face, her juices began to flow from her. Grabbing her clit with his lips, he sucked gently at first, feeling her strain harder to get more of his mouth.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! OH MY GOD!! YES!!!!! DON'T STOP OH MY GOD DON'T STOP," she screamed out as she came again and again. After twenty or so minutes, she pushed his face away. "Get up here, bury that hard cock deep within me," she stated sternly.

Moving to obey, he began to slowly push deeper and deeper into her, feeling her tight, tight pussy stretch to accommodate his cock. Groaning, he held still, giving her time to grow accustomed to his length and girth. Oh hell, it had been too fucking long! He almost lost control as he wanted to jackhammer his cock as fast and hard as he could, but held back and began a slow rhythm, fucking in and out. Soon, he was pressing his full length into her. He could feel her cervix as she convulsed and bucked, whimpering each time he withdrew, only to gasp out as he pushed back into her.

Feeling her cum again, her spasms getting more intense, he began to feel the familiar churning deep within his balls. "Ugh, I am going to cum," he said as he started to withdraw.

"Don't you dare take that wonderful cock out, fill me to bursting, give me all your cum! Push it as deep as you can."

Never one to argue with a woman, he pushed as deep as he could, his balls pumping and spewing, splashing deep within her, spilling over into her womb as she screamed out into her most intense orgasm. As she lay there under him, panting, he looked into her eyes and thought, 'Shit, I am in for it now,' but all he saw there was a love he hadn't seen in a long, long time.

Jim lay beside Amber, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, as an idea began to form. "Amber, how long do you have to claim the throne before they make their move?" he inquired.

"Well, from all decrees I have seen," she said as she reached to lovingly grasp his rapidly softening cock. "Six months without a word from a ruler, during which time the council has limited power, then after a year they can assume that the line is gone and can appoint someone of lesser relation of the family a cousin or..." suddenly her eyes opened wide, "I should have known, it has to be."

Confused somewhat, Jim was just starting to try to follow. "Uh ... Amber?"

"Oh, sorry, I was thinking there is one cousin, a Duke, who is highly influential with the high council and very loud with his opinions of how father was ruling." Amber looked away, her mind lost in deep thought as she began to move her hand up and down his cock, forgetting for a moment the now semi-hard organ she was grasping.

"I think we are going to need help with this if you are going to claim the throne. Obviously, there are a lot of people that want you dead." He gasped out as her ministrations on his cock began to distract his thinking more and more.

"Hmm, I believe you are right, but we don't have a lot of time. After the family is declared dead, the clock starts ticking." She stated as she noted that his cock was once again standing tall and proud, "for right now I need this more," as she lowered her head and slurped his shaft into her mouth.

As she began to bob up and down, cleaning his cock, taking almost all of his 8 1/2 inches deep within her throat, he groaned. 'Oh God, he thought, only the second blow job he had ever received, his senses coming alive as they hadn't in a very long time. "Oh no, big boy," she said, releasing his hardness, "this one is going in my womb. I have a definite plan, and it includes," she gently stroked his cock, "this monster baby maker."

Jim was about to ask her what her plan was, but she quieted him with a passionate kiss, taking his breath away as she straddled his lap and impaled her tight, cummy pussy, taking him almost all the way to the base of his cock with a grunt. "God, I love this cock," she said as she began to slowly lift off, then slam herself down on him. Their previous joining had made her wet and well-lubricated. Jim could feel her pussy muscles massaging and grasping him as she began to drive his cock deeper and deeper.

Amber, in the throes of passion, hardly noticed as Jim rolled them both and ended up on top as he began to thrust deeper and harder, eliciting a groan from her as she started to thrust back toward him, trying to bury his cock as deep as she could. Alternating between long and short thrusts, he began to bottom out, feeling her cervix each time he pressed in.

"AAHHHHHH!" she began to wail as he increased his pace. Panting, she breathed out, "As deep as you can get it, I want it all again." As she convulsed and her pussy squeezed his plunging cock, trying to milk the cum from him. Feeling the newly familiar churning of his balls and the swelling of his cock, she began to yell, "YES! Fill me! Give me every drop. I want your baby cream as deep as you can plant it!"

At these words, Jim felt his cock twitch and throb as it began to pump a huge blast of cum, again bathing her cervix, washing deep into her womb, flooding her as he could feel it begin to leak out around his member.

Amber fell back to the bed, the cum leaking out of her as Jim started to withdraw. "Jim," she gasped. "we need to discuss what to do from now on," as she sighed satisfactorily, turned over and fell asleep.

Jim headed to the shower, thinking about what to do. Damn, he could get used to this, he thought. The Princess was gorgeous. He could definitely get used to waking up next to her every day. Sighing, he shook his head as he cleaned up. There was no way. She was the future empress. He was just a lowly ex-captain from the elite stellar forces. Rinsing off, he left the shower and started to make a few calls.

Jerking awake two hours later, Amber at first was lost, then she remembered the love making and smiled. "Computer?" She quipped. "Yes, your lordship?" It responded in monotone, "at your command."

Chapter 3

"I need to gain information on the current situation since the disappearance of the royal shuttle." She stated, heading for the shower. 'God, 'she thought; I smelled of pure, raw sex as a huge smile crossed her lips.

"Compliance, your lordship, I will have it prepared after you have prepared yourself and finished your cleaning cycle," it responded.

Coming out of the med bay, Amber followed Dickie's instructions to where Jim was. "... let me know what you find out," he responded, shutting off the com.

"This station is amazing. There are weapons, shields, systems I have never seen, and though I know what they can do from their general design, they seem to be far more advanced than anything I have seen before," she stated in awe.

Beaming with pride, Jim looked her over. "So, feeling better after that nap?"

"Yes, thank you, Jim. So, any contingencies?" she inquired.

"I've contacted a few of my old command, and they are very trustworthy. It seems you were right. This Duke has become very boisterous since the disappearance, still more in the shadows than right out in the open. Demanding the council put him on the throne, though no official, open move yet."

"Good, then we still have time. Jim, you are the only one I trust right now. I'm putting you in charge."

He started to bow, then thought better of it, remembering her earlier threat of a flogging. Amber began to giggle, as she saw the tall man before her hesitate, stopping a bow to her.

"Oh yes, why can't I open any of the doors? Dickie can't seem to either." She asked, a perplexed look on her soft face.

"Ah, so you noticed," a huge grin spreading across his face. "I am not a big fan of the newer, electronic locks, so I have installed physical and electronic locks to insure more safety."

Amber looked at him with a new admiration. 'Hmm, something I will have to look into when I return to the palace.'

"So Prin ... Amber," he started, as she again giggled at his hesitation. "I think we need to take out the Duke first. From all I have seen, he is the linchpin of this whole plan. The problem is, he has a constant guard presence around him at all times."

"No, not all the time. He is a depraved, self-absorbed, boorish little prick who has to force his attention upon women as none will go near him willingly. Though it isn't known to the public, many in the family know of his depravity, but leave him alone as he has a strong standing in the council."

Rubbing his chin, he thought long and hard, and then a huge smile broke across his face. "I believe I just might have a way to him." Jim looked at Amber before he spoke. "What you are about to hear, I know you will keep to yourself, but remember, I trust her, okay?" The girl nodded her head as he turned from her. "Dickie contact the Black Willow."

"Sir, as I remember the last time, she said, and I quote, 'It better be damned important, or I'll come for you,'" it stated nonchalantly.

"I think saving the empire and possibly expunging her record," he looked at Amber as her eyes grew wide, and she nodded her head vehemently. "Should be enough, don't you think Dickie?" he inquired of his specially built A.I.

"I do believe that would do it, sir," Dickie replied.

"How do you know the Black Willow?" Amber asked, eyes wide in astonishment. The Black Willow was the most notorious assassin in the entire empire. No one knew the identity, or even if it was a man or a woman.

"Let's just say I'm the one who recruited her during the war. She was my most efficient agent for the empire," He replied proudly. "After the war, she took her skills on the open market. I believe she is worth a lot of credits now."

Jim turned as the com crackled a moment later. A female voice spoke, "As I told you before, Captain, this had better be real damn good, or you're my next target." She almost growled at him, "It's bad enough you know who I am. As a matter of fact, you're the ONLY one who knows who I am."

"I thought a chance to completely erase your record might make you jump at the opportunity." He replied a slight irritation in his voice, "though if you don't want to..." he let his voice trail off and reached to disconnect.

"Hold on a damn minute, you called me, and now you're just going to cut me off?" She screamed incredulously, "I should kill you anyway, just for irritating me, you bastard."

"Yes, but they would still be after you, wouldn't they?" He smirked, knowing she could see him, though she sent no video. Sighing, she inquired, "Just how are you supposed to do that? As far as I know, the only one with that kind of power is the royal family, and, as if you didn't know, they are all missing, presumed dead."

"All but one is dead. Say hello, Princess Amber," growling, she elbowed him in the ribs as she spoke up.

"Hello, Willow. I'm not sure of his plan, but I have put my complete trust in him," she replied. Hardly able to contain herself, Willow started to laugh, something she didn't do much anymore, and to be honest, it felt good. "Still pissing off the ladies, I see Cap," Willow said as she tried to stifle another laugh.

"You always did have a strange sense of humor, didn't you?" he asked.

"Only where you were concerned, Cap, only where you were concerned." Finally unable to hold back, she let loose a loud guffaw.

"Okay, here's the plan I have so far..." Jim started.

Two weeks later, on the outer edge of the Imperial capital, outside a richly decorated manor, three guards carried a bag into the servants' entrance, muffled cries could be heard from inside. "Careful with this one, she has claws," said a guard with scratches down the side of his face. "Put her in the room. The Duke will be along shortly. Make sure she's in good." The others laughed and snorted as they took the bag to the lower chambers.

Opening the bag, the other two guards grabbed a small, agile woman from inside. Her tousled, raven hair flew as they trussed her up in preparation for the Duke. "Leave her clothes on. The Duke will enjoy breaking this one."

The girl's eyes went wide as the guard rubbed between her legs and laughed. "Get used to it, girlie; the Duke will enjoy using you over and over; if not for that, I might have a go at you," as he smacked her trim ass and laughed as she winced. The guards left and waited for the Duke outside the door as the girl yelled for help.

"Is she here?" inquired the Duke as he walked up to the guards.

"Yes sir, trussed up like you like 'em. This one's got spirit," replied the guard.

"Good, it's been too long since I had a chance to break a spirited filly," smiled the Duke with an evil gleam in his eyes, "all of you take a break. Be back in three hours. I should have her limbered up by then. Then I might let you have what's left of her if I am done." As he wrung his hands in anticipation, licking his thin lips, he watched the guards leave as he opened the door.

Ah, there she was, spread-eagled on two cross-shaped beams, glaring at him. "So, my dear. Let's get better acquainted." As he reached for her dress with a dagger so he could remove her clothes without her getting loose, she suddenly snapped out a kick, putting him down on the floor. She grasped his arms and tied them behind him. Moaning, the Duke couldn't believe his eyes. How the hell did the little slut get loose? The bonds were unbreakable, the locks unpickable.

"Now Duke," she sneered as she kicked him in the ribs, eliciting first a grunt, then a groan. "First, you should know you've pissed off quite a few people who have the power to really fuck you up, but second you really pissed off one who I.S. going to fuck you up! (not including herself as she had a few issues with the Duke for the rape of her sister.)

"Ha ha ha ha ha, you little bitch, no one leaves here without my say so, I doubt you could fi..." his small mouth dropped open as she touched a button at her throat, and the Duke was staring at himself! "You doubt I, or rather you, could do what?" The image said with an exact sounding copy of his voice, "I am more than prepared, my dear," as the false Duke placed a small button-shaped pin near his throat and pressed it, he felt the air shimmer around him but nothing much else. "Now," said the false Duke, "you are much more comely." Looking closely at the Duke, she looked for any imperfections. Nodding her head, she prodded the 5' 2" Duke to his feet.

"Now, to warn you, this is my and my ex-partners' technology (before she and the Captain split after the war). It can do much, much more than just be a holo imager. Please feel free to piss me off. I would be VERY happy to let you sample the more." An almost evil and mischievous glint came to her eyes that almost reached her lips. "You also might notice that you can't speak or move unless I let you and," she paused to make him move to the door, "there is no controller." She smiled a hard line at him. "It's internal, I think it, you die, you get it?"

The Duke vigorously shook his head, thinking there was still a way to get free from her.

As they left the cell, they turned away from the door that led out. The Duke was becoming confused. Heading deeper into the prison area, the girl stopped at a wall. Grabbing his arm, she reached under her skirt near her thigh, activated a small black box, and pulled him through the wall! 'Holy shit, who was this woman?' He thought. Walking away from the back of the manor, they met almost no one, as she could see how lax his outside security really was. She led him to a waiting speeder two blocks away. Jim opened the door and nodded to them both. She shoved him in, and they departed. "Dickie, is everything ready?" He spoke into his com. "Yes sir, all is in preparation," Jim smiled at what he knew was to come.

Tied spread-eagled to the wall, stark naked, the Duke was in a panic, having been tied here for hours. Didn't anyone miss him? He was the most important person in the empire right now. The next Emperor, for God's sake! As he waited, a side door opened, and a tall, intimidating, well-dressed, and intelligent man stepped through. "I am not an easy-going person, Duke Gregor. I will ask you once. My friend will ask you once, and then we will no longer deal with pleasantries. So, I will ask you, care to confess your part in the death of the royal family?" The Duke looked at him like he was beneath him and scoffed. "Very well, Amber?" As the Princess stepped out through the door, the Duke's eyes grew large, but he still scoffed and refused to speak.

"Now, I will ask, what was your part in the assassination of my family?" She shouted, with venom in her voice and her eyes glaring with hate for the pathetic creature before her. "One way or another, you will confess." The Duke just started laughing at her.

"Do what you will. I am immune to ALL truth serums that have ever been made. I am far too important for you to kill, so you are at a dead end. I will say nothing," he said as he smirked at them.

Willow, still in her guise as the girl from the planet, stood directly in front of him and stated, "Ah yes, but you would be surprised what you can survive." An evil gleam appeared in her eyes as she looked at the two behind her.

"Go ahead; oh, by the way, Gregor, I would like you to meet The Black Willow."

The Duke's mouth dropped agape as he stared at her. The most notorious killer is alive, with no loyalty to anyone. He then smiled. "I will pay twice your fee, extra to release me and take these two for me.

Chapter 4

Willow just laughed in his face. "There is only one reward you can pay, and now it is too late for that. Be warned, if not for these two, I would have already started to skin you a strip of skin at a time while still alive, as slowly as I could. You raped my sister four years ago while she was on her way home from the palace." The Duke's eyes grew large as his lips began to tremble.

Willow hooked a small metal clip to the bottom of his balls. As he wondered what she was doing, she clipped a small, soft metal clamp around his cock just behind the head. "Now, I will ask you, Gregor, and I WILL enjoy what comes next if you don't answer. WHAT PART did you play in this?" She gave him a short jolt before she looked back. The bastard seemed to like it! "Grrrrrrr okay," she cranked up the voltage halfway, "enjoy this, you sick fucking bastard!"

As the current began the flow, the Duke howled as it felt like his cock was on fire. Still, he refused to talk. Again, she turned it on, slowly increasing the voltage. This time, he began to shriek and scream as Willow evilly laughed at his discomfort. "You like it? It's a little invention of his," she nodded to Jim, "a most effective form of torture he and I discovered that works just as well on women, something I am surprised you didn't come up with."

After he started to scream to stop, Willow shut it down, watching the slobbering, crying, and begging figure of the Duke sag as the current was discontinued. Jim stepped forward and stated, "Now, you will give us the names and the plans of all involved." Dickie started recording, and he spoke into his com. "Compliance," it droned. For the next three hours, the Duke confessed, surprising the Princess with who was involved and who wasn't.

Over the next five months, of the sixty council members, forty began to disappear, one at a time, until three days before the sixth month of the disappearance of the shuttle, when the Princess appeared at the gate of the capital city. As she made her way toward the Empire Capital building, word began to spread quickly that there was a survivor of the royals. Jim rode beside her in the speeder as they approached the building. The last twenty council members were there to greet her. Standing up in the speeder, she announced, "I am Princess Amber, the last surviving daughter of Emperor Kenneth. I stand before the council to claim what is the birthright of my family."

As many crowded around, a huge cheer went up from the crowd. The council stepped forward. The eldest said, "We must have confirmation of your identity." He said as he bowed (though he was certain it was her; it was always better to be safe than sorry). A special scan unit with the DNA samples of the royal family was brought from a locked and secure vault. As the female tech started to scan her, then over her stomach, the tech's mouth dropped open, and Amber looked at her and did not say a word. The tech smiled in understanding and stepped back. Straightening up, she stated, "It is Princess Amber, daughter of Emperor Kenneth."

A huge cheer again went up from the crowd as the remaining council members all bowed low, followed by the rest of the crowd. Amber leaned back against Jim as a wave of nausea swept over her, and she stifled a feeling to heave up all over the speeder, he held her close as many of the council stared open-mouthed and cleared the way to let her make her way into her old home.

Amber walked into her chamber, Jim trailing close behind her, "feeling better?" He inquired a worried look on his face.

"Yes, Jim," she sighed, "I'm not a baby."

"No, but right now, you need to take it easy," he replied

"Jim, I am about to be crowned Empress. I can not afford to take it easy or relax, we have a mess to clean up after this council business is over with." She sighed as she sunk into the plush chair at the desk.

Jim also sighed, his tall form sinking into a chair next to her. "I know, Amber, we opened a huge can of worms when we "removed" over half of the council; it's left many questions about their disappearances, and unfortunately a lot of fingers are pointing at you. We'll answer those soon; after all, they did commit treason toward the Emperor and his family trying to eliminate all of you and end the Joltaline line," leaning close, he whispered, "By the way, I happen to like the Joltaline line."

Amber smiled, reaching over to caress Jim's face and kissed him. Jim stood up, pulled a small black box from his pocket, and began to scan the room. Amber looked at him questionably as he began to pull devices from lights behind furniture, in furniture, out of light switches, and even many lines in the carpet itself. "Okay, so far so good," he said, as an hour later, he had pulled over one hundred listening devices from the room. "Now for the real exam."

Next, Jim pulled an even smaller device that Amber did recognize, switching it on, and he breathed out, "It's clear enough now; I got the basic ones and a few of the advanced ones. This beauty can block and disable anything left here. It's a sonic scrambler and em pulse generator, a tight beam, of course, something I used at the station." Amber collapsed further into the seat, breathing another sigh. "Can it keep anyone listening in from outside with an electronic ear?"

"Yes, as I said, it's a scrambler." He said. "I don't think we got everyone when we did the cleaning house on the council members."

"Well, now we need to plan more 'til I am crowned. We can't do too much until then. I'll have to depend on you to protect me. Well, you and Willow." This last whispered as she was still afraid that even with his advanced tech, there might still be a way that others might hear. "I will do more than free her from all the charges that are against her."

"I'll hold you to that," a young blonde man outside the door said. "I'd step in, but I am afraid that his scrambler might screw up my holo imager; his tech has always been that good; that's why I had partnered with him back then."

"Willow!" Amber squealed as she ran to hug her, "I didn't think you'd be back!"

Willow stepped back, not quite sure of what to do. She wasn't used to people wanting to be friendly with her, but she figured, what the hell, as the Princess threw her arms around her to hug.

"I had to come back. I told you that I would complete the mission, and I always keep my word." She stated nonchalantly. Jim just rolled his eyes as Willow elbowed him in the ribs, prompting a grunt from him. "Hey, damn it, it's true!" She yelled at him. Jim just smirked, prompting another jab in the ribs.

"I have the last of them confined and sedated," Willow said as she moved closer. "As soon as you give the word, I'll bring them out with all the confessions." she smiled as she thought of the torture she had put the Duke through and was ready to exact even more pain on him. She still had a few year's worth of pain to put him through. "Good Willow, but as I was telling Jim, there's not much I can do till I am crowned," Amber stated dejectedly.

"We'll protect you till then I have more than just a stake it this." Jim said, as he pulled Amber close to embrace her.

Amber was worried the remaining council members would put off the coronation until the others were found or they were satisfied that they were lost. "You both are satisfied this room is secure?" she asked "There're a few worries I have."

"Well," Jim started, "I was going to wait, but if you are that worried, I'll start now. Willow, scan the surrounding rooms, and I'll perform the higher frequency scan now." Willow nodded her head and left to begin. After another hour, Jim was surprised to find ten more devices, which were more advanced but nothing compared to his tech. "We're secure now, Amber," Jim stated as he stepped back into the room. There was a shimmering around the man behind him, and as the image faded, a small, agile, and beautiful woman appeared behind him.

"Damn it, I was afraid of that!" Willow snapped, "I forgot your tech was that good and should have known you would be constantly upgrading and advancing it."

"Amber I'd like you to meet the true Willow." As he stepped back and allowed Amber to look at her.

"You are the only other person to know her true face." He said as Willow growled and bowed to the Princess.

"I should have known you would do something cheap like this, you ass!" Willow snapped, "Always got something up your sleeve, don't you?" Jim only nodded as a new plan began to form, but it was dangerous, and he wasn't sure he wanted to risk the players involved.

"We have to find out if they are going to crown you with the few councilors that are remaining so we can move forward from there." Jim said irritatedly ,"I am hoping we don't go through all the mandates for the Emperor," he sighed. "No, I don't think we will have to, from all I have read, they can call an emergency session and crown me Empress," Amber stated.

"Well, let's hope." Willow replied, "I've been busy enough for the last five and a half months."

The group quieted as a contingent of councilors and their aides came to the door. "Princess," the eldest of the group started. "We have held a session and come to a decision, the Empire needs it's ruler so the chaos that is running riot can be put to an end."

"Thank you councilor, we were hoping that you would come to an agreement so we could move forward with all the plans that I wish to commence." Amber stated, a slight surge of pain rippling through her stomach.

"These people need to leave while we discuss these matters of state." The eldest said as he motioned toward Jim and Willow. Trying not to become angry, Amber spoke up, "This man is my NEW head of security and WILL be present at everything that takes place with me; as for her," she motioned toward Willow. "She is my new assistant and will also be allowed in every meeting while she is in the palace." The group before her bowed low and stated, "Yes, your Highness, it will be so."

"Now then, we need to discuss the coronation, the security I will leave to Jim," leaning close she whispered to Willow, "what do I call you?"

"Just call me Mary, as you know almost everything, I will tell you this, it IS my real name," Willow stated.

Chapter 5

Amber nodded and looked toward the group before her "So when will the coronation take place, I am anxious to get that over with." Jim stepped forward, "that is the one time I will be the most worried about her, as she will be more in the open and more vulnerable to attack." The councilors nodded as he walked off with them.

As the coronation finished, Jim began to breathe a sigh of relief, it had been a hard week, watching her and keeping her safe, but now that she was the Empress, he could breathe somewhat easier. He knew the next week would be almost as hard, especially when they started the trials and the executions.

Amber didn't relish her upcoming tasks, it would be hard, but she knew that she could get through it with Jim's and now Mary's help.

Might as well get it over with and start on it.

Stepping up to the dais, she took a deep breath and started the proceedings. "Council, I have called this Grand Judgment to bring to light the many traitors that WERE in our midst, the following are the confessions of the councilors that were, in part responsible for the death of Emperor Kenneth, my father and then the two that were the main ring leaders of the plot" As the confessions started, Amber slumped down in the chair, already tired from just the little she had done.

When they finished hours later Amber stepped up and spoke again, "These traitors will be publicly executed in the square tonight except for the main leaders, their families have been stripped of their titles and sent to debtor camp to work and prove their loyalty. I will not tolerate any more disloyalty and it will be dealt with swiftly."

A week later, a thin, short man was taken to a cell deep within the palace, with Willow not far behind. As the doors were shut and guards dismissed, they said that the screams that came from that room were enough to curl your hair, and it was said that it went on for about a week before it stopped, and Willow emerged almost totally covered in blood.

Jim had rushed Amber to the Doctor when she started to feel pain. The physician looked on in shock as he stared at the results of the tests.

"Your majesty it appears the you are with child or I should say children" he stated in shock.

"Children?" she and Jim replied.

"Yes, it would seem you are having two," he said.

Amber and Jim smiled, saying, "Thank you, Doctor. The Empire will know soon enough."

Again Amber wasn't looking forward to this next announcement, knowing that the council that had been reformed wouldn't be pleased. Stepping to the raised dais, she took a deep breath as she prepared to let everyone know the news.

"Councilors and people of the empire, I have an important announcement to make." She motioned for Jim to come up behind her while whispering "be prepared, I don't know how they're are going to react."

As the crowd quieted, Amber began, "Not long after the tragedy and the loss of my family, I took it upon myself to continue the line; not being one to be told who I could be with, I made a decision on my own." There were a few gasps from the assembly as she continued, " I, therefore, wish to announce that I am now carrying a set of twins, one boy, and one girl." A louder gasp came from more of the people in the room. "The father will not be known at this time, as he didn't want it revealed for his safety, and I agreed."

As the commotion erupted in the room, the council members stepped up, Jim stepping between them and Amber. "Your Majesty, this is highly irregular. You can not do this without council approval."

"Councilor, it is done, and the reason should be obvious from the fallout from the assassination of my family."

Sputtering, the councilor backed away as Amber raised her hands to quiet the assembly. "Be happy my people, the line will continue and there are two heirs coming soon, so rejoice that the chaos is at an end." Stepping back she almost fell, thankful that Jim was there to catch her as another gasp rose from the crowd and many tried to rush forward to help, only to be stopped by the new security that had been put in place by Jim.

"Thank you Jim, not sure I'd be able to make it if it wasn't for you." she gasped out as they quickly wheeled her out.

A year later, Jim was playing with the twins in the new outside compound. Amber peeked out around the door, smiling wide as she watched the love of her life and their children. Amber had escaped from her meeting to watch them play. She found she did that a lot lately, she had a bit of news for him and wasn't sure how he was going to take it.

"So ... how are the most important people in my life?" she started.

"Great, now that you are here," smiled Jim, always happier when she was near.

"I found out something interesting today, Jim," she started.

"Oh, okay." he again smiled.

"Uh..." she hesitated, "I'm uh..."

"What's wrong?" he asked, worried now

"Oh, nothing bad, it's just..." she bit her lip, "I'm pregnant again."

You could hear the happy shout all over the palace.

The Black Willow

This story takes place before the Princess and the Captain.

In the cover of darkness he moved. Staying in the deepest shadows he crept along the edge of the manor. Looking at the slight sliver of the moon he knew that he didn't have much time to accomplish this. He was paid a lot to perform this and it had to be done.

To think that the Lord of this manor had paid him for this. Avoiding the guards again he crept forward, eased the window open and stepped into the room. The moon shone fully into the room he could see the 2 cribs against the wall, the small bed next to them.

Damn it! Where was the boy? Shit, he was supposed to get all of them. Reaching for the two bassinets, he dropped a little, very little sleep potion into a handkerchief and briefly put them over the noses of each child. He made sure to keep them apart so he knew who was who later.

Looking around the room again, he cursed his luck; damn it, he would lose some of the money; he needed every cent to be free. Sighing, he moved to the window. Silently, he crept out, looking both ways and into the shadows.

Ten minutes later as he left, he looked back at the manor as the alarms went off. What the hell! They shouldn't be any alarm till later. Back in the room, the tall lanky boy had walked into the room and noticed that his sisters were missing, also their bassinets were gone.

They were never gone unless their parents were gone. Alerting the guards, the manor became a beehive of activity as his mother screamed at the empty room. "What did you see? Where are they? Talk to me, boy, NOW!" She screamed into his face, her face flushed, her eyes bulging out as her breathing came in gasps, her nostrils flaring, her eyes boring into him.

"I don't know, Mother, I just walked back in here; I had to use the toilet," he whispered.

Grabbing him painfully by the shoulders, she slapped him hard across the face. "Find them, you little bastard. Find them now, or I will personally cut your balls off."

Running out into the night, he started looking with the guards. Then he saw a shadowy figure outside the gate "I see someone!" He shouted as the guards rushed to the gates. The man started to run now, how did the little brat spot him? The boy shouted more as the guards gave chase "Don't hurt my sisters!"

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