Chapter Text
A huge, almost empty, circular chamber. Walls, floor, and the seemingly unending ceiling are made of shiny, ebon marble. Cold. Dimly lit. What light there is shines down upon the singular piece of furniture, a throne. In the shadows, along the walls, are unnoticeable red-robed guards. Statuesque if you could really see them.
Stillness.
A small, darkly cloaked figure sits in repose on this solitary throne.
Time passes. Not a sound is heard from anyone or anywhere.
“FOREGUARDS!”
Two of the masked crimson-figures come to life, taking six steps toward their Emperor in unison further crushing the silence with a military-parade fwoomp, fwoomp, fwoomp, fwoomp, fwoomp, fwoomp . They come to an abrupt halt exactly three meters from the Emperor and drop to their left knees, right fists on their chests. Energy pikes are in their left hands laid horizontally on the floor before them.
Quietness again.
Several moments pass as the Emperor contemplates and is satisfied by their abject servitude.
Softly, “You may rise.”
With painfully mastered synchronicity, both guards rise with one last fwoomp as their left feet stomp to attention. Emperor Palpatine admired their rigidness with a greedy eye.
“My loyal servants. Always my protectors with little given in return other than the honor of standing watch over my humble person. I am at a loss, my faithful companions.”
No head is turned. No foot is shifted. Not a word is uttered. Ever stoic and steadfast are these Imperial Red Guards for they know the Emperor only speaks, perhaps, in soliloquy.
“Arduous is the life of such an elite soldier. Always in service and never praised, never rewarded. We, all of us, each of you and even myself, sit in what has come to feel as a void. A vacuum, lifeless. A tomb of the galaxy’s finest marble. But there is no corpse in here. No mummy for this sarcophagus, and even if there were one, we are left yet with...deadness. It’s so pervasive that I feel it settling deeply within my skin. I feel...old.” Minutes pass. The Emperor was lost in some thought, but the clones obediently awaited his soon to come musings. “I am not a mummy awaiting death. I am the most powerful being alive, but I have yet to learn how to stop time. And I sit here. Decaying. Always forced to hide my face. Yes. It is that time once again, my friends. It is time to rectify this situation and also reward you stalwart war heroes.”
No movement. No sound. The Emperor never expected any. Not a single trooper had a thought of any kind. They were inured to having any lest they miss the tiniest alarm or softest spoken utterance of their master. Do not speak unless directly asked a question, which rarely, if ever, happened.
"You two, we need a mummy to liven our mood. Go find one. The rest of you!”
The other guards stomped immediately into attention as the foreguards double timed it out of the chamber.
“We have festivities to prepare for while your brothers are away.”
The men earnestly began the preparations, and eagerness quickened the air.
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Deep within the bowels of the galaxy’s capital city, the two Imperial Guards, now wearing old-looking civilian clothing and hidden under hoods, search dark nooks and crannies for the right one. This one did not need to be perfect because there was little time. Their base desires were coming to life and beginning to claw their way out of the clones’ pants, demanding satiation. The clones knew they had little time before they lost their hold on any shred of moral sanity they had left.
Long ago, the Emperor had forced his way into the minds of all his Imperial Guards and conditioned them to respond to the words liven our mood. He embedded desires of the most depraved deeply within their subconscious, willing away any semblance of common decency. Whenever he used those words, it triggered an awakening of primal urges, placing these clones into a desperate state of need, which, if unmet, would drive them mad. They were desperate men looking for a quick release, but this desperation was reined solely by their fear of and by their unswerving loyalty to the Emperor. Little did they know that Sidious used their desires to feed his own, but little would they have cared.
These two clones were predators loosed upon the forgotten souls found far, far below the Imperial Palace. No one would miss them if they disappeared. No one would even care.
The troopers’ neck veins were bulging in reaction to their search for prey. So, too, were their pants. There was now a constant gnawing low-down inside themselves, and their cocks were fully and painfully aware. The clones knew their brothers back at the palace were suffering the same. It was necessary to hurry for their brothers’ sake as much as it was for their own.
“There,” one guard discreetly nodded in the direction of a young and gaunt human man standing on a corner asking any passerby if they wanted to have a party.
“He’s gotta be endowed,” replied the other. Neither bothered to continue speaking and made their way over to the street urchin.
“Hey, hey man. You two need some company? I’m down to party.”
The first clone looked like he wanted to eat the boy and spoke in a low, raspy voice, “You like to go down, do you?”
“Buddy, I’ll go down, around, and all over the galaxy if you want to for the right price.”
“I bet you would, baby face. You look so young. You don’t have anyone waiting at home for you?”
“Nah, man. I’m nineteen, so don’t worry, and I got nobody and no home. I can go anywhere you want me to for as long as you want if you pay up front.”
“Why do you need the money now,” asked Clone Two, but as he asked he noticed track marks on their urchin’s arms. “Ah, I see. I think we can help with that.” As he began opening a pouch he had kept in his inside jacket pocket, the other clone held out a handful of credits, which seemed to mesmerize the youth. Clone Two showed their target the contents of the pouch, powered glitterstim. Lots and lots of it. The boy unknowingly placed his hand over his needle marks and pressed against them. Clone Two leaned in more closely, grazing his lips over the boy’s ear, and whispered, “We showed you ours. Be a good boy and show us yours.” Without hesitation, the boy reached into his pants and pulled out a limp cock worthy of a bantha.
“Oh, gods, yeah. How long can you go, boy,” asked Clone One.
“I can fuck all night, man, especially with that ‘stim.”
“You want this ‘stim, do you? I have this and more back at our place. We’re having a party and would love to have you join us.”
“There's more of you?”
Both clones were now standing even closer to the boy, wanting to press their bodies against his in hopes of finding immediate release, but they knew better and maintained at least a few centimeters of distance. They were close enough to speak in hushed tones and to feel the heat of the young man’s body, and they ached to know it. “Yeah, does that bother you?”
“The more the merrier, but it’ll cost extra, and we’ll need to get some lube.”
“Baby face, we’ll give you all the credits you want, but you won’t need any lube.”
Hesitantly, “This sounds too good to be legit. I don’t know man. I think I gotta pass.” He tried to walk away, but he couldn't break through the wall the two guards now formed around him, pinning him against an alley fence.
Clone Two asked, “Don’t you want a bump,” while opening the pouch again.
“You have this and more, you say?”
“And all these credits. We just want to party and have a good time. We promise we won’t hurt you. We really only want to have fun.” No reply. “C’mon. We’ll have a party and even get you a good meal on the way back to our place.” The Imperial Guard wanted to shove his cock down this urchin’s throat, balls deep, and fuck his pretty little face till it was blue and he was gagging. He wanted to grab this little cherub by his hair and force his head onto his dick and fuck his mouth relentlessly until the kid puked all over his big cock. He found greater satisfaction when he knew he had rendered his prey fully helpless. He briefly pictured his brother nutting on the boy’s face as he emptied his load deep in the boy’s belly. Agh! His cock was ready to explode, but he couldn’t allow himself to even think about this. He knew he had to fight his ravenous urge and get back to the palace with this street trash untouched. His brother knew the look on his face all too well and gently placed his arm around the boy’s shoulder.
“Let’s go have us a party. It’s okay, baby face. We’re gonna have a good time, and we’ll stop by anyplace you want and pick up some food to go. You can eat it on the way. First, you can start with this,” and he presented the waif with some 'stim. No more cajoling was needed. The young man willingly walked back to a speeder with the two men, never looking back.
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