Note: Scraping or Gua Sha is an ancient Chinese medical treatment to discharge coldness and release negative energies. It can also break up pockets of lactic acid in the body that cause tension and pain. The treatment often causes large purple red bruises on the patient which are temporary. Often scraping is done using a coin, bone spoon or even the cut edge of an animal horn.

I have taken liberties with the story line following the Battle of Endor. For those Star Wars aficionados, please do not expect my descriptions to be canon.

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Leia stretched her lean but petite body, waking slowly under the satin sheets she insisted upon. Han cared nothing about such luxuries but gave in to her indulgences. Her hand slid across the bed to Han's spot. Upon finding it cold and empty, called out sleepily, "C3P0, has Han left?"

The golden droid snapped to attention where he waited patiently in the corner to do his mistress' bidding. "Oh my, yes, Mistress Leia. He left quite some time ago. Master Chewbacca and Master Han were called to a briefing by the Republic Army's general. I do believe they will be soon going out on a mission to the Outer Rim." Han had not officially joined the Republic Army since the foundation of the New Republic, but worked for them both as a diplomat at times and also as a mercenary. His days as a smuggler during the Imperial reign served him well now in a mercenary role. The Millennium Falcon, now completely overhauled and updated compliments of the New Republic, had become one of the most feared ships in the galaxy.

"Why didn't you wake me?" she demanded, annoyed.

"Master Han gave me strict orders to let you sleep as long as you wanted." the droid responded, wobbling to the bed on stiff legs. "He said you had a long day training at the Temple yesterday and wasn't expected to be back there today." Upon Leia's grunt, he continued, "He also said you worked out for several hours last night."

Leia had taken part in a grueling training session with her brother Luke yesterday. He had completed his Jedi training long before she even accepted she was Force sensitive as well. While she had no interest in becoming a full Jedi, Luke, after much convincing on his part, began training her in the ways of the Force. Her duties as Minister of State of the New Republic were essentially diplomatic, but the Jedi training kept her physically fit, an attribute she took great pride in, as well as helped her focus her mind during negotiations with ambassadors of worlds who had been sympathetic to the Empire.

Her arms and legs ached and her back was riddled with knots. Not only did Luke put her through the paces yesterday afternoon, Han showed no mercy in their "work out" last night. Han's emissions, mixed with her own, clung dried to Leia's inner thighs and fine hairs on her mound. Her inner core still throbbed dully.

Although Han had refined somewhat upon his new roles in the Republic and as a Princess' husband, he continued to maintain his rough, smuggler persona in private. Perhaps weary of checking his words and actions during the day in his diplomatic role, at night often Han spoke and acted unedited. This was especially true in the bedroom, where he delighted in taking an aggressive role to Leia's softer side. Last night was no different. No sooner than Leia donned her sheer silk chemise and brushed her long chestnut hair before a much needed sleep, Han appeared, loud, slightly dirty, and still clothed in his standard "uniform" of dark denim pants, white wrinkled cotton shirt and bantha leather vest.

"I hope you didn't meet the ambassador to Garsala in that." Leia quipped, much more acidly than she anticipated -- a habit she had tried in vain to break.

Wordlessly, he swept her into his arms, carried her across the room, and unceremoniously plopped her on the bed before covering her petite frame with his larger muscled one, pinning her arms to her side with calloused hands. Leia was stronger than she appeared, thanks to years of playing the tomboy as a child, fighting Imperial forces and her recent Jedi training. She could easily use her toned body and the Force to push Han off her if she wished.

What she desperately needed was sleep, but one heavy forceful kiss from Han revived her enough that pushing him off her was the last thing on her mind. She allowed him to take control of her, forcing his tongue in to her mouth. He pulled away before she could respond, "Watch it, Princess," he growled, running a hand down her side almost savagely.

Leia's body responded by rising to meet Han's touch as much as the weight of his body would allow. He grinned wildly, groping the edge of her chemise near the bust line. He pulled at the fabric hard, snapping the thin straps at the shoulders. "Nerf-herder!" Leia exclaimed, pushing Han off at last. "This is the third gown you've destroyed this month."

"If you wouldn't spend so much of Daddy's money (meaning the late Senator Bail Organa) on trivial things like silk nighties and satin sheets....." Han started. Leia covered his mouth with hers, not letting him finish his sentence.

Han responded by pinching a perfectly pert, hard nipple painfully before spreading Leia's legs apart with his own denim clad legs. His fingers found her now damp pussy and plunged inside without warning. Leia gasped at the invasion to her nether regions and gave up control again as Han pumped three fingers mercilessly in her wanting cunt. His thumb found her clit poking out of its hood, waiting eagerly for attentions. Han circled her clit with his thumb, teasing it roughly. He was in no mood to take things slowly tonight. He wanted Leia. He needed her, and after her acidic remarks about his clothing choices, he wanted to take her forcibly.

He looked down at this Princess, first in command to the ruler of the New Republic, below him with her eyes closed, her mouth open, her breath raspy and uneven, her long hair fanned out underneath her. She was a beautiful sight. She could infuriate him one moment and melt him another. The passion he felt for her was only slightly edged out by the love he felt for her. The mother of his future children, there was nothing he wouldn't do for her.

He searched her face for signs of fear and distrust. While he might want to take her forcibly, there was no pleasure in doing so if she wasn't agreeable. Finding only passion and desire on her face, he continued his savage attentions on her pussy and clit. She would come soon; he knew and when she did he wanted to plunge his cock deep inside her before she could come out of her orgasmic high.

Stopping, he stood to unzip and remove his pants, frenzied with desire. Leia whined at the removal of his hand from her aching cunt. "Han...." she gasped, lifting her hips off the bed to find his fingers. Pants removed, hard cock jerking wildly against first his leg, then hers, Han pushed three fingers back into Leia and found her clit with his thumb once more, fucking her harshly with his hand. She groaned in satisfaction and gripped the arm he supported himself on. She felt pre-cum from Han's dick dribble onto her thigh, smearing into her smooth, pale skin. Leia groaned again, nearing her orgasm, needing release.

Han removed his fingers from her wet hole to concentrate solely on her clit, pinching, pulling, rubbing furiously. The button hardened even more under his thumb and forefinger, poking out and standing tall. She tried to replace his fingers in her cunt with her own, but he stopped her. "Not tonight," he growled.

Instead, Leia began begging, "Han, yes, please. Harder. Rub harder." Bristled at her words (how dare she tell him what to do), driven by her words, he attacked her clit with further gusto. She screamed suddenly, digging her fingernails into his shoulder, striking a scar from battles past. Her hips rose unconsciously, her toes curled. Lights exploded in her brain and before her orgasm completely washed over her, she felt Han's cock push its way inside her sopping pussy. He showed no mercy by thrusting in to the hilt, before pulling out and thrusting in again.

Their lovemaking, for lack of a better word, went on in this manner for several hours until both spent, they collapsed on the bed, Han still inside Leia, his arms wrapped lovingly around her, and slept.

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Rousing herself, stripping out of her torn chemise and padding naked across the room to the water closet, she called to C3P0 on the way, "Could you please set up the massage table and retrieve the tauntaun horn? I am in desperate need of Gua Sha this morning."

"But Mistress Leia, I do believe you should wait another day or two. Your bruises haven't healed from the last treatment," he protested anxiously.

"Just do it." Leia snapped.

"Oh dear," the droid muttered, while carrying out her request.

By the time Leia emerged from the water closet, C3P0 had set up the massage table, covered it with another satin sheet and was preparing the herbal oils used in the Gua Sha treatment. He was, however, still muttering to himself about the abuse Leia was subjecting her body to. "Turn on the heat lamp and do not be gentle," Leia ordered as she arranged herself, face down, on the table.

If droids could sigh, C3P0 certainly would have out of frustration and reluctance. Nonetheless, he (it?) spread the oils on the princess' back and set to work scraping her with the edge of the tauntaun horn as firmly as he dared. Starting at her neckline, he worked his way down her back slowly watching bruises flare up on her creamy skin. "Ahhhh...." Leia gasped in pain, "Harder right there. Oh, what a knot!" Tears welled in her eyes, but she ordered again "Harder!" when CP30 began to scrape more delicately.

"But mistress," the droid protested, "Oh, dear. I can see the pain you're in."

"Harder!" she insisted. Truth was, although she was near tears, Leia enjoyed the pain. To call her a pain-slut would be going a bit too far, but the pain of Gua Sha caused her to tingle all over. The droid doubled his efforts, causing Leia to winch visibly.

C3P0 scraped, Leia winched and groaned in pain until her back was covered in one giant bruise and she was almost trance-like. Once he completed the treatment, C3P0 stood at his mistress' side at attention, muttering to himself, waiting further instructions. "Threepio," she whispered, "massage more oil on the most bruised spots." She paused. "No arguments."

The massage nearly sent Leia in orbit from the pain. It was exquisite. She almost told the droid so, but caught herself, lest it lead to further protests and conversation. Instead she basked in the pain, letting it consume her entire body. Not surprisingly Leia slowly began to feel a familiar warmth and dampness between her legs. When the droid's hands reached her waist and the last of the bruises, she rasped quietly, "Farther." Without argument (for once), C3P0 applied oil to her round butt cheeks and began to massage slowly.

A small groan escaped Leia's lips. She knew she needed to dismiss him so she could relieve herself of the tension that grew between her legs. Unless.....

"A little deeper between the thighs." she ordered, hoping he wouldn't balk. The golden droid simply worked his metallic fingers between her thighs, massaging carefully in unfamiliar territory. Leia vaguely wondered if he had ever served her mother Padme in this manner. A question she would never know the answer to, as C3P0's memory had been wiped when she was just a baby. Although it intrigued her, she put the question out of her mind and concentrated on the hands kneading her flesh.

One metal finger brushed the outer edge of her pussy, causing her to spread her legs slightly. C3P0 balked the movement. She took the opportunity to turn onto her back, moaning at the pain when she did. Her chest rose and fell at her heavy breathing waiting to see what the droid would do. He simply stood, programmed to be at the ready for her bidding. "The inside of my thighs, please, Threepio." she said. He balked for a moment before fulfilling her request, dripping oil from the bottle onto her thighs before slipping two hands between her legs. He still avoided her pussy, and Leia didn't know how long she could hold off, especially now that lying on her back was putting constant pressure on her fresh bruises. The pain from the bruises sent shock waves through her body.

She bent each knee so that her soles of her feet were resting on the soft table. Suddenly confused, C3P0 stopped, his mind trying to determine the best course of action. Leia spread her legs, revealing her cunt, wet and throbbing. "Mistress..." C3P0 protested, unsure of what her actions implied.

She reached between her legs and stroked her shaven out lips. "These need massaged," she said.

"Mistress," the droid protested again, "I do believe that is something...perhaps...won't Master Han...." for once he was at a loss for words.

The princess took one of C3P0's hands, now slick from the massage oil, and placed it where hers had been. "Your orders are to serve me." She replied, growing anxious. "I know you have seen me 'massage' myself here. I know you look if you have not been dismissed from the room." Indeed, Leia and Han were often remiss in dismissing C3P0 before acting on their desire. And unbeknownst to Leia, Han had on occasion requested the droid record their love making session. Hey, something had to keep him company on his long voyages to the Outer Rim.

Reluctantly, his metallic fingers began to stroke her lips just as he had seen her do a moment ago. Leia moaned softly at his touch. "Threepio, you will help me cum this morning. No discussion. Do as you've seen Han and me do." She ordered more acidly than intended.

Again, C3P0 would have sighed had he been able to. He was frustrated, confused and intrigued at the request. Not since he could remember, had a mistress (or master) asked such a thing. "Oh dear," he whispered to himself, hoping his mistress did not hear. He looked at her spread before him. Her hair was hanging off one side of the table. Her milky breasts rose and fell unevenly with her already ragged breath. Pink nipples were hard and puckered. Under his fingers her pussy slowly leaked fluid onto the satin covered table below. The fine dark chestnut hairs above her cunt were still matted with dried semen and her juices from last night's session with Master Han. He had watched as Master Han, roughly pushed 3 fingers into her cunt, fucking her with them before bringing her screaming orgasm. Is that what she wanted of him? His lit eyes flashed off briefly as if to blink.

The golden droid decided move more slowly than Master Han had last night, choosing a relaxed pace he had seen his mistress use when alone. Standing at her right side, back to the door, he angled himself so that his right hand could stroke her as if she were stroking herself. His left hand moved jerkily for a moment seeking a place to rest before settling near her right shoulder.

C3P0 started at the skin between Leia's two holes and with three fingers carefully stroked upward toward her clit. He balked a moment when Leia moaned low and loud. Caressing her again in the same manner, the droid began to relax, a vague, hazy recollection of having done this before in a different life-time threatening to bubble to the surface of his memory chip. He brushed the thought off as a fault of years of receiving second-hand parts for his numerous repairs. Perhaps a chip long used for another droid contained that memory, he rationed. Although he also used the memory to help guide him in this seemingly new task.

Leia moaned softly under C3P0's touch, but longed for him to part her lips and dip a metallic finger inside her. She chose not to push the droid further, lest he balk completely. Fingers now pinched her outer lips together, pulling upward at the same time, trapping her clit between folds of flesh. She raised her hips at the sensation, groaning in appreciation. The droid certainly had been watching when she pleasured herself. Finally, slowly, he released her and wiggling his fingers slightly parted her lips to expose her most private of places. His index finger curled around the edge of one lip, his third finger around the edge of the other, while the middle finger slid just inside the inner lips. Moisture coated that finger as he drug it cautiously up her slit to find her button forcing its way out of its hood.

A gasp escaped Leia as the metallic finger touched her clit for the first time. C3P0 no longer balked at the noises his mistress made beneath him. The sensations he was causing her seemed distantly familiar as he began to fall into his role increasingly more comfortably. Again he stroked his middle finger up the slit in her pussy to find her swelling clit again. He repeated this action a third time and would have a fourth if Leia hadn't hazily instructed him, "I need a finger inside me."

So instead of stroking upward, C3P0 followed her instruction and slid a finger inside Leia's now dripping tunnel. His fingers were stubby with only one joint, but he managed to find a depth that pleased her. Sliding the finger in and out cautiously he finally became confident enough in his actions to insert another finger and yet a third. He rested the palm of her hand in her the fine mass of chestnut hair just above her clit. The feeling of his fingers in her pussy, the pressure of his hand pushing down on her clit and the pain of the fresh bruises on her back as she rose to meet his hands sent her into a frenzy. "Rub my clit," she ordered breathlessly.

The golden droid reached between her legs with his free left hand, contorting his body to do so, and easily found her clit, now standing erect poking out of its hood. A single metal digit massaged her clit, first delicately, then with increasing pressure. The princess' hips rose to meet the thrusts of his fingers in her cunt. She moaned huskily in her passion, feeling a warmth start at her clit and spread through her body. She knew she was close to cumming and vaguely hoped she didn't frighten the poor droid when she did so. Her mind teetered on the edge between consciousness and insanity as C3P0's finger on her clit rubbed harder and faster.

"Almost...." she seemed to hiss through gritted teeth, "almost there..." C3P0 didn't know why, but this spurred him to double his efforts in her pussy and on her clit. Leia's brain exploded with brightly colored lights, her toes curled, the bruises on her back screamed in pain, the muscles in her legs tensed into rocks, a long high scream escaped her lips. A wave of release washed over her as her body spasmed and shuddered repeatedly.

Unbeknownst to the droid and the princess, the smuggler, returned from his meeting with the Republic Army's general hoping to find his wife still snuggled warmly in bed. He longed to touch her again this morning, perhaps this time more gently than last night. He opened the door to their bedroom just as Leia had ordered C3P0 to make her cum in that haughty acidic tone. That tone always managed to bristle and excite Han at the same time. It brought him back to the time they first met in the prison sector of the Death Star. She'd haughtily huffed they hadn't done a very good job in rescuing her as he'd led a whole platoon of Storm Troopers down a dead end hallway. Truth was, he fell in love with her as she blasted a hole in the side of the wall to escape. Used to the slaves at Jabba's Palace and submissive dancers in seedy cantinas on Tattooine, no woman before had talked to him with that much boldness.

Upon hearing Leia's request to C3P0, Han had to stop himself from striding across the floor to tend to Leia's needs instead. His curiosity had been piqued and his desire awakened. Would the droid comply with her orders? He'd heard of protocol droids that had been programmed for such needs, but he did not think C3P0 had been given such programming. Leia lay on the massage table, legs bent and spread, exposing herself to the droid. Her long chestnut hair, still mussed from a night of lovemaking and sleep hung draped over the edge of the table.
The droid paused just enough Han had to catch himself from entering the room. Then slowly, C3P0 began caressing his wife's pussy. Han suppressed a low groan, not wanting to interrupt what was about to unfold. The sight of Leia using the droid as nothing more than an oversized sex toy made his cock grow with excitement. When Han heard Leia order the droid to insert a metallic finger inside her obviously dripping pussy, he could no longer contain himself. He quietly unzipped his standard dark denim pants and released his hard cock. Supporting himself with one hand on the door frame, he slowly stroked his cock with the other, spreading the already forming pre-cum across the head. As the princess -- his princess - requested C3P0 rub her clit, Han struggled to keep his orgasm from rising before they were finished.

Leia's moans filled the room, exciting him and frustrating him more. His strokes became longer and faster and his mind sought pictures of paint drying to hold off the inevitable. When she screamed, he knew she had cum, and hard. He dropped all pretext of staying hidden. Han strode across the room in mock anger yelling at the droid along the way, "Get away from my wife, you oversized can opener." Shoving C3P0 roughly away from the massage table and Leia, "Get out of here now before I send you to the scrap heap."

C3P0, went scurrying from the room as swiftly as his stiff legs could carrying, calling, in his confusion and fright for his best droid friend, "R2D2, where are you? Oh my! Artoo? Where could he be?" (Truth was, R2D2 was galaxies away on a mission for the New Republic with Captain Wedge Antilles.)

"So Princess, last night wasn't enough for you?" Han sneered, still stroking his cock and pulling her hips to the edge of the massage table. He slid his cock into her easily causing her to interrupt the indignant insult of "Nerf-herder!" with loud satisfied groan. A few hard thrusts in her slick tight tunnel was all it took before he released himself deep inside her.

Leia's last thought before she wrapped her legs lustily around her smuggler's ass was secretly shared by Han. Looking at C3P0's hastily retreating back she mused, "I must have alterations made to that droid."