Part two:
HALCYON AND ON TWO: ATTACK OF THE THOUSAND-FOOT JAR JAR
(It is suggested that you read the first part of this story before you read this one.)
THE YEAR IS 1942, A GOLDEN AGE OF PATRIOTISM AND DEPRAVITY ON THE PLANET EARTH INTERTWINED WITH POSSIBLE STAR WARS UNIVERSE PASTS AND FUTURES. A HUNDRED YEARS AGO, THE JEDI AND THE MONGOLS BATTLED EACH OTHER TO NEAR EXTINCTION AS EVIL REIGNED SUPREME. THE NEFARIOUS DARTH HITLER RULED EUROPE WITH AN IRON FIST. IN THE END, IT WAS ONE MAN WHO BROUGHT ABOUT THE DOWNFALL OF THE EVIL. PRESIDENT ABRAHAM LINCOLN DIED IN THE FINAL BATTLE, TAKING DARTH HITLER WITH HIM. OR SO THE WORLD THOUGHT…..
The sky darkened above Opulencia, all light seemingly drawn into the glowing and laughing form of Darth Hitler. His skeletal body spasmed with the onrush of the thick evil power of the mystical red pasties spinning on his metallic breasts. Arcs of multi-colored energy surrounded him like lightning, a dastardly firework of pinwheeling hate and seething slithering through the black skies. From the depths of hell, a bubbling liquid flesh began to coalesce about Hitler, a rancid musculature and skin covering those ancient bones and grinning skull. His bright eyes were searchlights of death, scanning for victims.
The people of Opulencia, that great walled city of perversion, glanced at the sky, torn briefly from their drug-induced hazes and their wet, orgiastic fuckery. They paused in their necrobestiality, scatological buffets, and child molestation marathons to bear witness to their coming doom at the hands of the kill-crazy freak above. They were unimpressed, returning to their well-lubricated hobbies.
From below, speeding up from the blood and sperm drenched streets, came the glowing form of Superkenobi. Infected with the power of all things good and pure by the ghost of Abraham Lincoln, the determined young hero was destined to battle the raping evil about to sodomize Opulencia dry. He had to prevail because it was he, in his former perverted and drugged state, who sold his pastie collection to Darth Hitler, allowing the despot malicious access to the magic tasseled nipple hats of insane and thrusting energy.
Hitler was too consumed in his orgasmic flesh formation to notice the attacking hero until it was too late. Superkenobi delivered a thundering uppercut to the fiend, nearly removing his glistening fleshy head. Stunned, Hitler sailed through the air, thankful that his head was still attached.
He regained his composure and swiveled his eyes toward his new enemy. "Who, may I ask, the fuck are you to dare lay hands upon the personage of Hitler?!?" He asked as his pasties spun faster.
"Watch your language mister!" Superkenobi snapped, "I'm here to put an end to your tomfoolery before it even begins!"
Darth Hitler reared his head back and laughed. "Tomfoolery? I can hardly wait for my body to form a cock so I can wash your clean mouth out with my spoiled seed! Ha Ha Ha --"
Faster than the eye could see, Superkenobi laid into Hitler with a wide, cupped-hand haymaker, sending the villain plummeting to the streets. "You need help friend," the hero yelled, "and I'm here to see that you get all the help that's coming to you!" He then dove after Hitler, ready to deliver as much physical and verbal pummeling as necessary.
Hitler got to his feet, actual feet; he looked down and was surprised and happy to have them. He noticed the young hero closing in on him and decided that this was not amusing. He raised his hands and pointed them at the approaching hero. The magic pasties spun in frenzy and he unleashed a massive energy bolt at his enemy. The blast knocked Superkenobi out of the air and sent him flying through the Opulencia Convention Center; his unconscious body disrupting the sex toy flea market and the mongoloid sex slave auction. He lied among the giant vibrating strap-ons and wiggling Mr. Softie 9000"s, struggling to regain himself. For the moment, Opulencia was at the mercy of a demonic maniac.
Hitler looked at his now-human naked body in a store window and smiled. The pasties spun on the nipples of real breasts, huge and firm globes of soft fat. He marveled at his feminine face, his glowing eyes, long black hair, and thin mustache. He reached down to his hermaphroditic genitals, giving his large hard cock a few experimental jerks, hefting his smooth balls, and fingering his slick cunt. He was perfect. He took to the sky, hovering above the tallest building in Opulencia, King Fatboy's Skyscraper of Fun.
Hitler's power slammed down through the skyscraper, impregnating the structure with evil forces. Every living thing in the building melded together, meshing through walls and floor into a malignant soup sloshing around from floor to floor, a living blob of screaming mouths and surprised eyes. Then the inanimate objects inside transformed, becoming flesh and blood, fusing their masses to the roiling stir of popping and gassy pus-gushing slop. Under the watchful eyes of Hitler, the skyscraper sealed itself, glowing with an unearthly energy, warped into a towering cocoon, gestating something gigantically evil.
Hitler floated down to the roof and kneeled, punching a hole in the top of the sulfurous birthing chamber with a powerful fist. He masturbated a hot load of black demon spunk into the hole, adding the final ingredient to his stinking creation. He returned to the sky to watch the birth.
The skyscraper pulsed, spewing hot gas and strange acidic liquids. Suddenly, the concrete womb burst open, spilling acrid burning afterbirth through the streets and raining stone debris like mortar shells down upon the unsuspecting Opulencia. The giant orange and naked thing curled inside the vomitous womb stood, ripping the black caul from its amphibian face. Its clawed hands grasped at the air and its long tongue darted from a grinning mouth full of straight white teeth. Two car-sized eyes on fleshy stalks greedily took in the surroundings, looking for food. A massive orange cock swung between the things stomping legs. It screeched, testing its lungs, shattering windows all across the city.
Darth Hitler flied close to the beast and shouted at it. "I name you Jar Jar the Destroyer, my son!" Hitler screamed, "Go forth and subjugate the world for me!"
The beast howled and spoke, every word a concussive wave of force. "MESA HORNY! MESA HUNGRY! MESA EATS AND FUCKS AND KILLS! YOUSA PEOPLE GONNA DIE!" And with that, Jar Jar stomped into the thick of Opulencia, causing bone-crushing death and destruction with every step.
THEED AIRBASE
Captain Amidala sat in her office with Lieutenant Sabe, playing a few hands of poker, passing time between missions. Amidala was the youngest Captain ever in the Air Corps, so distinguished in battle that she received her own base, rattrap that it was. Theed Airbase wasn't much, but it was hers, and that's what mattered. And she didn't have to earn it on her back, like that bitch, General Mothma.
"Call," Amidala said as she slapped her cards on the table, "full house Sabe, what'cha got?"
Sabe fanned her hand on the table and smiled, "Four aces Captain. You owe me a sawbuck."
"Lousy cheat," Amidala joked, "consider yourself on KP duty for the next year or so."
"Uh-huh, oh, and bite me Captain sir." Sabe said, lighting a cigarette.
"Ooh," Amidala cooed, "insubordination too, your ass's in a sling now sweetheart."
Sabe blew smoke at her friend. "Hey," she began, "how about some combat drills or something captain? Anything to eat up some of this down time."
"Sounds good lieutenant," Amidala replied, "get the girls together and we'll dogfight a little. That should brighten their spirits." It had been a long time between missions and Air Amidala and her Furious Female Fighter Squadron was getting a little antsy for some action.
"Yes sir!" Sabe said, and practically leapt from her chair. Before she could get out of the office, the holo-phone rang. The girls looked at each other. A mission!
Amidala activated the phone and standing on her desk was the tiny holographic form of General Mothma, the aforementioned slut.
"Captain Amidala," The General began, "twenty minutes ago our satellites observed a superhuman battle taking place in Opulencia. Usually we would let something like that go because of the lack of jurisdiction in the wastelands, but one of the superhumans has created a thousand-foot tall monster that may threaten the bordering states. We cannot have this. I'm ordering your squadron in."
"Yes sir!" Amidala said, "What are the exact parameters of the mission?"
"Your primary is the monster." The General answered, "secondary targets are the superhumans involved, and thirdly," Mothma paused, "any targets of opportunity that you might encounter, if you get my meaning captain."
Amidala nodded, realizing that the General was giving her permission to drop a bomb or two on the perverted residents of Opulencia if the chance presented itself. "Understood sir!" She said.
"Very well captain, good hunting." General Mothma said as her image faded away.
Amidala turned to Sabe, "Scramble the girls! We got a job to do!"
"Yes sir!" Sabe said, and she hurried to inform the other Furious Females that they were going to get to kill something today.
Amidala lit another cigarette. A monster, two supermen, and a bunch of murderous, pedophile, drug addicts. This mission was going to get bloody. She smiled and rubbed her crotch through her pants. The blood of freaks always got her wet. She took off her clothes and slipped into her custom skin-tight leather flight suit with a built-in dildo. She pulled the suit up at the waist, sliding the rubber cock inside of her. She zipped up and checked the vibrator wrist control panel. She pushed the blue button, which was the warm up setting, and felt the humming buzz through her loins. She was tempted to hit the red button, but she stopped herself. The red one was the Fourth of July, it was fucking Christmas, and that pleasure button wouldn't be pushed until the killing started. She could hardly wait.
Superkenobi awoke, shocked to find his pants around his ankles and a mongoloid nigger sucking his cock. The hero came reflexively, the force of his superhuman ejaculation blowing the back of the mongoloids head off, coating the crowd with retarded brains. They started clapping at the show.
Superkenobi pulled his dick from the dead nigger's mouth and jumped to his feet, quickly hiking up his pants. "My goodness!" He said, looking at the crowd, "Why didn't you people stop him? I didn't mean to kill him!"
"Stop him?" Someone from the crowd yelled, "We paid that tard to slake you!" And then everyone began to laugh.
"I get the next suck," someone demanded, "I want to die by cum!"
Superkenobi shook his head sadly and flew from the convention center, back into the sky above Opulencia, appalled at the scene played out before him. A thousand-foot tall amphibious creature was stomping the city to ruin, its long red tongue snapping out and grabbing five or ten people at a time to be eaten. Darth Hitler floated along behind the blood soaked behemoth, firing energy blasts at survivors. Just then, six sleek pink combat jets screamed from the sky in formation, dropping bombs and firing missiles.
Captain Amidala activated the commlink in her X-42 Tagahashi Pretty Girl Fighter Plane, allowing her to command the other five Furious Females from her cockpit. "All right girls!" she said, "Go red and make 'em dead! Fire at will!"
All six Furious Females hit the red button on their vibrator suits and the red button arming their weapons systems at the same time. The pilots moaned in pleasure at the intense waves of electric ecstasy ripping through their convulsing snatches, hips bucking against seat belts, nipples hardening to the point of pain as they picked their targets. Missiles fired and bombs dropped from the six pink jets, speeding towards climaxes of destruction.
Darth Hitler saw the planes and narrowly dodged a missile, which passed and exploded on the back of Jar Jar's giant head. The creature roared and spun, incredibly fast, his huge lashing backhand demolishing Yane's plane instantly.
The bombs impacted, laying fiery waste to the sections of Opulencia surrounding the monster. Still screaming and flaming corpses and thick napalm rained down on the streets.
Eirtae and Rabe concentrated their fire on Jar Jar, giving the beast a new skin of fire and explosion, blowing chunks of orange flesh into the sky, splattering rancid black blood across the buildings. The creature would not fall.
Sache drew a bead on Hitler, who laughed as he avoided high caliber machine gun fire. He grabbed hold of the plane and straddled the cockpit bubble, digging in his fingers for purchase. He smiled and thrust his large cock through the plexi-glass, pissing acid on the panicked girl. Sache screamed as the caustic urine spray melted her face away, leaving a skull with empty eye sockets, her throat instinctively choking on dissolved brains. He pulled free and watched the plane spiral to the ground below and explode.
Superkenobi dodged a missile and sped through the air, tackling Hitler. The hero threw a blinding flurry of punches, a pugilistic blur, landing a hundred rights and lefts before the demon could react. Superkenobi snatched the magic pasties from the stunned Hitler's jiggling tits, crushing the red disks in his powerful hands.
Darth Hitler screamed and his new flesh began to slide from his frame in wet black globs. "No!" he screeched, trying to grab as much of his rapidly decomposing flesh as he could, "My body! My beautiful body! It's not fair! I only wanted to--"
"Nobody cares." Superkenobi said, and removed Hitler's head with one smashing roundhouse. Eirtae's jet, smacked aside by Jar Jar, slammed into the hero and exploded. He was stunned, floating in the sky as Hitler's body fell into the fires below.
Jar Jar crushed Rabe's plane in his huge clawed hands as he turned, noticing the small floating food. He moved into tongue range of Superkenobi.
Amidala blew one of the creature's giant fleshy eyestalks off with a well-placed missile, a giant eyeball tumbling to the ground, crushing onlookers.
Sabe fired too, blowing a smoking hole in the tip of Jar Jar's gigantic cock. The monster howled and his tongue darted out, wrapping around and pulling Sabe's plane to its chomping teeth.
Amidala screamed and flew her fighter straight at the monster's mouth, which was still chewing her friend, and fired everything she had left.
Superkenobi regained his senses and saw Amidala's pink jet making a death run at the creature. He rocketed toward the plane.
Despite her anger at losing her friends, Amidala's pussy contracted and seemed to suck at the vibrator built into her flight suit. All the blood and destruction was bringing up a shattering orgasm from the depths of her dripping wet perversion. She drooled down her chin and hoped the devil sported a big molten cock, because he'd be raping her forever starting in about five seconds. She punched the self-destruct bomb wired into her fuselage.
Superkenobi crashed through the cockpit bubble and tore the climaxing Amidala free of her plane. He held her moaning form in his arms as her jet flew into Jar Jar's mouth, exploding and shearing the monster's head clean off. The giant body stumbled for a few steps, greasy deathshit spewing from its dead asshole. The gargantuan corpse fell, decimating half the city with its massive weight, and burst into otherworldly flame, burning what it did not smash.
Superkenobi landed on one of the few remaining rooftops and let go of Amidala. In an orgasmic and bloodthirsty patriotic stupor, she pulled her small sidearm and fired at the hero. The bullet ricocheted off Superkenobi's indestructible skin, bouncing back and striking Captain Amidala in the left eye, killing her instantly. She fell, the vibrator still trying to stimulate her dead and pissing twat.
The young hero ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. He looked around Opulencia, now in ruin, feeling bad about it all, but not that bad. It was a horrible city anyway.
The ghosts of Abraham Lincoln and the Mongoloid Nigger appeared, smiling and giving Superkenobi the thumbs-up on a job well done. He just stared at them.
The skull of Darth Hitler sat atop a pile of flaming corpses. Laughter could be heard coming lightly from nowhere. A giant question mark filled the world.
Arco!
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