Leia couldn't hardly believe it. After fighting for so long, after everything that everyone had sacrificed, it was all for nothing. They'd lost. The Rebel Alliance had been defeated, and the remnants scattered to the winds or captured. Her heart ached for those closest to her; Luke's whereabouts were unknown, but she knew Han and Chewie had been captured. She didn't know how long it would take for the Empire to decide that they outlived their usefulness and kill them. It shook her to her core to know that her closest friends were in peril, and it burned that she couldn't do anything about it.

Once again, Leia Organa was forced to flee. She was tired of running, tired of running away from the Empire with her tail in her legs. But the losses and mounted, and after something like this, the Empire would declare total victory of the Rebel Alliance. They'd lose support from all their allies, them not wanting to take the risk of endorsing the ashes of the group. It left a bitter taste in her mouth; she could understand on one hand, but on the other, it angered her. It angered her that people would abandon the cause, but now she supposed they had every right.

The Battle of Endor had ended in a loss for the Rebels, and she knew that the Empire would be closing in on any bases they knew of. She knew it would be risky to even go to their more remote, secretive bases. If the Empire caught wind of her, then they'd follow her back to the hideouts, and that would truly spell the end for them. But, as long as one member of the Rebellion remained alive, it would too. That gave her hope, even if it seemed like it was in short supply these days.

The ship she was aboard lurched, a shuddery noise leaving it. Kriff. She checked the controls, cursing her luck. The engine had been hit, and now it was losing power. She'd never make it to a safehouse. She checked the navigation system, hoping that there was a planet nearby that she could stop at for repairs. As it scanned, she scoffed. Stop for repairs? She was one of the most wanted people in the galaxy right now! She just couldn't stroll into a shop, asking for them to help her fix her ship. She'd be turned in, and she could not let that happen. The navigation system finished, a beep sounding out to let her know it was done. The closest result popped up: Tatooine.

"This day will not stop getting worse," she said to herself. She did not want to go back to Tatooine. Even though Jabba was dead, and the planet was relatively safer, she did not have love for it. It was made of sand for Force's sake. She hated sand.

But she knew it would be one of the last places the Empire would look. Hopefully. And people would, for the most part, mind their own business. That would allow her to keep her head low and see if she couldn't regroup with the rest of the free members of the Rebellion. She had to fight for the people who couldn't. Desperate to hide, Leia made her way to the remote desert planet of Tatooine.

~

The ship landed worse than it should have, and the landing had cemented the fact that she'd not be taking that thing into the air again. Her luck it would fall right out of the sky. She thankfully managed to land somewhat closer to a town, and after she had put something on to cover her face a bit, she set off for the town. Nobody paid much attention to her as she walked into the middle of town.

She tried to make it seem like she was a native, but the longer she stayed out and about, the more eyes she felt on her. Growing paranoid, she ducked into the closest shop, not caring who or what was inside. As she walked in, a blow of dust hit right in her face, and she coughed furiously, batting it away. When it cleared, she gave the inside a look. The shop was full of junk, for lack of a better term. She recognized a few pieces for ships, but none would serve hers.

A blue Toydarian shot up from behind the counter, making Leia's heart race. "Ah, a customer! Who are you?" his asked, excited tone turning sleazy and suspicious.

Leia shot back. "And who are you?"

An unsavory chuckle left him. "Fair enough. I am Watto, the owner of this shop dealing in fine wares," he motioned to the junk around him. "Now tell me who you are."

"I..." Leia began. She thought of something quickly, hoping he'd accept her answer. "I am Beru," she said, hoping that Luke's dead aunt would understand her for using her name. "And I'm looking for work."

"Work?" Watto asked suspiciously. "Why?"

"To survive," she said plainly.

"Hmm," Watto let out, eyeing her in a way that made her skin crawl. "How badly do you want to work?"

"Terribly," Leia said. "I'll do anything."

"Don't say anything," Watto said, a smirk on his face. "Anything is a very broad term. But... I'll indulge you. Do you know anything about ships?"

"I'd say I have an average knowledge," Leia answered.

"Can you take one apart and put it together again?"

"No but-"

"Bah," Watto said, waving his hand. "What about droids? What do you know of them?"

"Enough to operate it-"

"But not enough," Watto said. "So, you're not a whiz with ships or droids, yet you want to work?" He shook his head with a cynical laugh. "You have no value."

"I do," Leia protested. "I have value."

"Like what, other than you?"

Leia was taken aback. "What... what do you mean?"

Watto floated lazily over to a table covered in scrap. "My customers would... love to see such a pretty face greet them." He turned back to Leia. "Let me put it this way; you keep the customers happy, and you have a job. Deal?"

"How?" Leia questioned.

"In any way possible," Watto answered. "Now, do we have a deal?"

Against Leia's better judgement, she shook his hand. After all, she didn't have many options to choose from. She was practically stranded on this planet and had no way to contact any members of the Rebellion, or what was left of them. Nor was she in any shape to do so. So, she agreed.

~

Watto paid poorly, barely giving her anything after the week was done. He'd let her have the spare room in the back of shop in exchange for the rest of her ship. Leia had tried to find some other lodgings, but there was nowhere she could stay. Now, her options were even more limited. There was no 'fixing up' a ship that had been taken apart for spare parts and scrap.

She tried to make herself useful, learning the names of various ship parts and things Watto sold. She tried to learn as much as she could to prove her use, but so far, she hadn't had much luck. Whenever a potential customer came in, she made sure to greet them and try and answer their questions. She watched the way the men would look at her, realization dawning on her that Watto's customers were mostly male. She'd inwardly cursed the Toydarian when she found out, but like most situations, she really couldn't do much. It was either this or the Empire.

The first time she'd had an... encounter, it had been behind tall rows of sheet metal. The man was... quaint enough, Leia supposed. He'd eyed her since he stepped into the store instead of the merchandise. It had made Leia's gut churn nervously, to know that her she was going to have to do her 'job', but she couldn't risk the Empire knowing she was here. So, she'd followed the man behind the metal sheets and allowed him to guide her to her knees.

She'd never gave oral before, but now was not the time to be focusing on the past. She had to act in the present to ensure the future. Her lips had found his hard cock, giving it hesitant kisses and licks.

The man above her chuckled. "You new to this or something? Take me down your throat."

Leia blanched momentarily, before nodding, slowly lowering her mouth down his rock-hard dick. She took more of it in her mouth, breathing through her nose and sucking. She must have done something right, because the man let out a barely contained moan of pleasure. She continued in her ministrations, gaining a bit of confidence that, hey maybe this wasn't so bad, before the man snapped his hips and started fucking her throat.

She fought off her gag reflex as he fucked her mouth, willing herself and it down. Leia sat there, on her knees, breathing through her nose as best she could as the man above her used her. His hips snapped repeatedly, only letting his cock slip out of her to let her breathe. She coughed, wiping the drool from her mouth, waterline tinged with tears. She caught her breath for a moment before the man pushed himself back into her warm mouth. The man's pace became erratic, and soon white-hot spurts of cum were going down her throat.

He pulled out of her, chuckling as he watched the drool and cum mix together and drip down her chin. Leia was breathing heavily, an occasional cough coming from her. One last chuckle left him as he walked away, leaving her there on the floor. Leia wiped away the liquid mixture from her mouth, grimacing as she saw it on the back of her hand. She knew that pleasing customers like this was far from over.

~

At first, the intimate encounters were degrading and humiliating for Leia. She despised the lecherous gazes and rough hands roaming her body, using her as a mere object for their pleasure. But as the days turned into weeks, something began to shift inside her. The constant sexual attention stirred unfamiliar feelings of arousal and desire. She found herself craving the illicit touches, eager to be filled and claimed.

Leia soon grew addicted to the heady rush of endorphins and dopamine that sex released. She lived for the moments of ecstasy as a man's cock pulsed and throbbed inside her, filling her with his seed. The sex was rough, uninhibited, and utterly thrilling; a far cry from the cold, calculating world of politics and warfare she had known. It seemed like, now, she was subjected to the whims of the customers every night. It was day-in day-out for the former princess. Customers would come in, and she'd either service them then and there, or they'd buy something from the store, only to come visit in at night. She was fucked several times a day. And each time Leia craved it more and more.

"Please, more," Leia would beg shamelessly, writhing beneath her customers in wanton need. Her cries of passion echoed through the dingy room as she was taken roughly, again and again. Afterwards, Leia would lie there panting and glistening with sweat, a satisfied smile on her face. There was no longer any trace of the strong rebel leader - only a woman consumed by her own carnal desires. Leia no longer saw Watto's customers as repulsive strangers to be endured. Each one represented an opportunity for ecstasy and fulfillment. She dressed provocatively in skimpy outfits that left little to the imagination, alluring the men to her. Gone was any pretense of modesty or restraint. Leia openly flaunted her nubile body and seductive charms.

Night was the best time. Spacers would wander in, either looking to peruse or buy, but what they'd be interested in differed. Most would take one glance at her, eyeing her barely clothed body like it was gold. She'd beckon them forward, promise them that she'd let them fuck her senseless if they bought something. Who was she kidding; she'd let them fuck her regardless

of if they bought something or not. Still, she was giddy with delight tonight when a grizzled looking pilot came in. All it took was her batting her eyelashes and pushing her cleavage up for the man to grab her like a doll. He shoved Leia into the back room and yanked off her meager clothing. She giggled in delight, spreading her legs wantonly as he fumbled with his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and hard with lust. Leia licked her lips hungrily, eyes glossing over with desire and ecstasy just from seeing it.

"Mmm, so good," she moaned, reaching down to stroke his shaft. The spacer groaned and thrust into her eager hands, hips bucking. She giggled, guiding it down to her pussy. With a grunt, the spacer plunged his cock deep inside her. Leia cried out in ecstasy, her back arching off the filthy floor. He pounded into her relentlessly, his hips slapping against hers. Leia wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

"Yes, yes, fuck me harder!" she begged shamelessly. The spacer obliged, slamming into her with abandon as Leia lost herself in the intoxicating sensations. Her cries of passion grew louder, echoing through the dingy room. The spacer's thrusts became erratic as his climax approached. With a final mighty slam, he buried himself to the hilt inside Leia. She felt his cock pulse and throb as he emptied himself deep within her. Leia shuddered in orgasmic bliss, milking every last drop from him.

They collapsed together in a sweaty heap, both thoroughly sated. The spacer rolled off her with a contented sigh and stumbled out, leaving Leia to bask in the afterglow. She didn't particularly care that he left; all that was on her mind now was finding the next man to fuck her. It was what she craved, what she needed.

She had brief moments of clarity, wondering how the Rebellion was doing. In the rare moments of lucidity between her carnal pursuits, Leia would wonder what had become of the Rebellion. Were they still fighting against the Empire's tyranny? Had they managed to regroup and launch new attacks? She told herself during these times that she was doing what was necessary. She had to get a cover somehow, and no one would suspect the once proper princess to love sleeping with strangers.

That explanation rang out throughout her mind, it popping up whenever she doubted what she was doing. This was all for the Alliance. Servicing these men and their cocks was for the cause. Besides, how else was she supposed to rebuild the Alliance with no money? At this rate with the tips men would give her, she'd be able to supply dozens of fleets of ships. Or she supposed. Credits were put on the back burner most of the time when it came to sex, so she didn't exactly know how many she had.

This was just clever subterfuge, she told herself, a way to gather funds and resources for the Rebellion under the noses of the Empire. The planet was well on its way to being abandoned by the Empire when she'd been here the first time, so this would be a perfectly good spot to regroup. Had she found any new potential members yet? No. Had she tried to contact any

remaining members of the Alliance? She'd get around to it eventually. There was plenty of time for that later. For now, Leia had more immediate needs that demanded her attention.

As if on cue, the door to the junkshop swung open and a group of raucous spacers stumbled inside, jostling each other and laughing boisterously. They spotted Leia and began elbowing each other, exchanging lewd gestures and comments. Leia smiled invitingly, already imagining the pleasures that awaited her. Perhaps this bunch would have enough credits between them to fund a new starfighter or two. And if not, well, they could still provide her with a welcome distraction from her troubles.

They reacted how all of Watto's clients had at the sight of her body. It wasn't long before she was back in the back room with them. The spacers swarmed around Leia, their hands greedily roaming over her scantily clad body. They pawed at her breasts and ass, eliciting gasps and moans from the shameless princess. Leia allowed herself to be manhandled and shrugged off her flimsy garments, sprawling across the filthy floor, legs spread invitingly.

Hard cocks prodded at her entrance as rough hands groped and squeezed her flesh. Leia shuddered in anticipation, craving the delicious stretch of a man inside her. She reached down to guide the first eager shaft to her dripping core. The spacer grunted as he thrust into Leia's welcoming heat. She cried out in ecstasy, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him deeper. The others crowded around, stroking their cocks as they waited their turn. Leia lost herself in a haze of pleasure, moaning wantonly as the men took turns ravaging her body. They pounded into her relentlessly, their sweat-slicked skin slapping against hers. Leia's cries grew louder, urging them on even more.

They all took turns fucking her and filling her with their seed, lewd noises coming from the back room. One by one, the spacers reached their peak, with Leia ready to take the next. She shuddered through each intense climax, relishing the feel of their hot essence filling her. By the time they finally pulled away, Leia was a boneless, satisfied mess. As the spacers stumbled out, leaving a trail of credit chips behind them, Leia lay there basking in the afterglow. Vaguely, she wondered how many more men she would need to satisfy her growing addiction. The Rebellion could wait - for now, only the pursuit of pleasure mattered.