Zira Grover's limousine

## History

### Origins

Not long after Zira Miranda Grover settled down in Arizona, she bought a limousine and called the *Gemotre.* She used it for business trips, to watch executions, watch races, watch sports, lavish parties and tours across the snowy fields of Arizona. She also had weapons on there to use it for raids on her enemies. The *Gemotre* was an enormous, modified luxury limousine with four stories: the top deck was actually the roof and it was equipped with an invisible barrier to protect anyone up there from the cold. The real top floor, the second-down, had a private lounge for the Empress, her henchmen and her guests. The private lounge had a microphone, kitchen, throne, tables, chairs and stage all to the Empress and her guests more comfortable. The limo also had cameras just like the palace to record events the Empress wanted to share with others and to catch anyone secretly working for her rivals.

### Journey to the Cave of the Gargoyle

The journey to the Cave of the Gargoyle was going to take several hours. Summer began the journey to the Cave of the Gargoyle by Zira's side. She was glad to wear her costume, at least to some degree, as it allowed her to feel cool in the desert heat. Zira gripped her necklace tightly so as to keep her back rubbing against her belly, in case she would try to squirm away from her — and, of course, for the perverse pleasure she got from feeling her lovely skin. She had one delicate arm wrapped around her chubby belly as her hand would continuously stroke Summer's hair.

The tips of her fingers gently stroked her soft abdomen, twitching with pleasurable stimulation from the touch of her skin. Summer had finally resolved to ignore Zira's disgusting obsession with her.

She fully intended to bed Summer tonight, as soon as Helen and Anakin were killed. She would claim Summer as her own, taking her virginity despite her protests and screams. Zira fantasized about taking her virginity while she lay leashed and cuffed to her bed on the limo, as a way of punishing her for her defiance.

Zira imagined entering her private pleasure room, with Summer bound to her bed by a chain. She would obviously be naked, her top laying ambigously by her bed. Summer would be forced to submit to her desires, neither would be leaving that room for a while Zira planned it to be a very special time they would spend together and will make her admit her new found love and obedience.

Zira kept her at her side, touching her and whispering perverse things in her ear about their "plans" after the execution . . . their "consummation", as Zira called it. "Doesn't my car fill you with wonder?" Zira boasted, waving her hand to encompass the entire limo.

"Yes." Summer said. It did indeed, but for a different reason. It amazed her that such an enormous car, practically a palace on wheels, was merely a drop in the ocean of Zira's endless pool of wealth. "I'm certain you will find the pleasure room fascinating, my lovely Summer...."

After several hours had passed, some of the guards Zira was conversing with began to talk about Summer. They stared at her with lust and boners. They spoke of Zira's impressive domination of the veteran and triumph over the Armies of Organa. Zira knew that they were both just brown nosing with the hopes of having Summer for themselves, but Zira was possessive of her successor. Still, the guards fantasized, the lurid details of their imaginations making Summer burn with rage at being treated like a prize to be won.

Summer strained forward and opened her mouth to respond to their taunts, but Zira silenced her with a quick jolt of her hand over her mouth. The teenager gulped and sat back down on the hem of Zira's indigo robe.

Sensing Summer's defeated posture, Zira turned towards her and spoke gently--but mockingly--to her while she stroked her lovely face.

"Stubborn, aren't we, child? It's time I taught you how to address me. I am sure you wish to watch your so-called 'almighty friends'--my captives--on the skiff outside. If you recognize me as your mistress, I will let you go to the window and look for a bit..."

Summer's anger was rekindled by Zira's condescension, yet she managed to hide her rage. She really did wish to watch her friends, and, most importantly, to scout out the area and her surroundings so she could be able to act at an instant's notice. So she decided to play along with the Empress--and perhaps draw her into a false sense of security that she could use to her advantage later, just like she did to Beion so long ago and that was second nature to her.

"Please, Your Mightiness...." Summer spoke, shuddering in disgust and disbelief at the words that came from her mouth, "....giver of pleasure...caretaker of your helpless role model....let me leave for a moment..."

"Of course, my precious," Zira spoke, chuckling to herself. "I will grant your request....for a price. A kiss from the most beautiful woman in the universe for the mightiest and most gracious of all beings." She moved her hand to her lips motioning for where she wished the action to take place. Summer shuddered and considered for a moment to tell the Empress what she really thought of her. "No, don't resist! Don't allow your feelings to compromise this mission!" she told herself silently.

"Of course, my mistress," she said through gritted teeth.

Taking a deep breath, the veteran closed her eyes and puckered her lips, moving them towards Zira's ones. Soon, she felt them make contact as she quickly pressed her lips against Zira's, moving backwards. "No, my precious," Zira boomed, tugging her shirt again. "Do it again, with passion...." She immediately placed her left hand on the back of Summer's head, holding her in place while her right moved to her back, causing the veteran's bare midriff to rub against her own. "....the same way you would kiss Thompson."

Summer tentatively moved forward, opening her red lips. She pressed her face against Zira's, placing her arms on her shoulders in an embrace. *Yes, my beloved,* she thought happily. Emboldened by this display, Zira reached around the veteran and pulled her even closer to her. As she did, Summer squeezed her eyes shut, and came to realize what would be in store for her if Anakin's plan failed.

The Empress continued to hold her in position, keeping Summer against her enormous body as she planted a wet kiss on her face. "You love me," Zira croaked, locking lips with Summer as little moans escaped her. "You've desired me for a long time . . . Say it, Summer, my beloved . . ." When Summer groaned in protest, Zira slipped her finger under her underwear, poking forcefully at her buttocks. "Admit," she insisted, lost in a trance. Summer refused to keep eye contact with the Empress. "I want you," she said flatly. "I can never help myself around you. I have desired you for years. I love you like no other. I'll be all yours tonight."

Despite the emotionless tone to her words, Zira's lust increased. Zira immediately wrapped herself around her tighter with an aroused grunt. Summer's heart pounded, worrying that her words had only fueled her lust and would make the kiss last longer. But luckily, her lips felt directly under Summer's cute nose one last time, then at last allowed Summer to lean her head back, choking and gasping for air after her horrible kiss. As she did this, a string of liquid fell onto Summer's feet. She didn't even want to know where it came from. Zira unwrapped himself from the teenager, but kept her hand under the side of her top under her armpits for a few moments longer, panting with longing. Groaning in disgust, Summer looked away and, under her breath, said, "Curse this ball of lard", triggering Zira and prompting her to relent.

Zira eventually released her leash, finally letting it trail on the floor. "You may leave my side now, hottie." She said as Summer jumped up and took hold of her raven-black hair and fondled it with her thin fingers before she left her side. Here she was, a heroine of the School War, now captive to a sinister, lustful lesbian. Undoubtedly she would be forced to have a crude parody of sex with her, her priceless virginity stolen from her by this foul evildoer. She imagined a dark future where she would remain with Zira, kept on the leash completely nude like an animal by her side, and, after the Empress had satisfied her desires, let her on a computer with monitored Internet. It was only a matter of time. Summer shuddered at the thought as she made her way to the windows and passed between the men who had taunted her. As the veteran walked away from her, Zira admired her scantily clad body: the swaying of her mahogany skirt as it exposed the sinuous movements of her hips and legs, the pendulum motion of her hair enticing her as it danced across her bare back. Then she returned to conversing with her men about the excitement to come.

For fifteen minutes or so, Summer watched her friends out in the car, who she could tell were being kept silent by the guards. However, towards the end of the fifteen minutes, Summer saw Anakin turn and speak to Helen. She wished she could know what they were talking about and peered carefully, trying to read their lips. As she stood there, several members of Zira's court who had been staring at her in lust earlier came close to Summer. Just then, she heard Zira behind her beckoning for her again: "Return to me precious," she purred.

Summer ignored the Empress' deep, gurgling voice, hoping Zira would leave her alone. But a soft tug on her leash told her this was not to be the case. She turned back to glare at her and then carried on looking out the window, feeling that she had made a professional statement.

But the veteran's resistance only amused Zira and increased her lust for her. As the Empress continued to gaze at her bare backside and curves hardly obscured by her underwear, her mouth began to water uncontrollably with desire, mucus and saliva dripping down her broad chin, while the bloated skin around her attractive stomach throbbed in anticipation as she leaked pre-cum. The veteran looked good enough to taste. She was going to relish taking pleasure from Summer after her friends had been executed. Once she saw her friends disappear forever in Devorar's maw, she knew that her warrior spirit would be completely broken. That very night, as the gargoyle began digesting her friends and sent up their anguished cries into the Arizona night, Zira would take her in her private chamber back at the palace. She would eventually submit. She knew she would. She could practically hear her pleasured moans and feel her arms wrapped desperately around her pretty head as she thrust her hands in and out of her.

Zira slobbered at the thought of her complete possession of the veteran. What the scum and villainy in the world would pay for just one evening with her . . . but fate brought her to Zira, and good fortune now meant she could spend her every morning, afternoon and evening bedding Summer Petersen for years to come. Her new lover was a more than worthy payment for Helen's betrayal and Cedwell's insubordination. Zira then drank from her goblet, which gave her an idea: another lesson in obedience to teach her feisty servant.

Leaning back and pushing one of the many buttons on her throne, Zira pulled much harder on Summer's leash, which retracted into the chair more vigorously than she could resist tremendous mass, forcing the gasping, scantily-clad veteran to run back to her seemingly as if in longing, but only to relieve the pressure around her tender waist and the strain around her soft muscles.

"Ugh!" Summer exclaimed breathlessly, as she leaped up onto Zira's throne and braced herself against her soft belly with her hands and pressing her impossibly beautiful belly against Zira, which slid across her delicate skin. Repulsed, she was about to pull away when she felt Jim Newman's hand with its sharp metallic nails press against her back.

As Zira opened her wide grinning mouth she turned her head away from the overwhelmingly sweet smell that was her breath, and, to ease herself, breathed through her mouth. The Empress began to speak: "Don't stay too far, my lovely. After the excitement outside concludes, you will come to appreciate me."

Still attempting to get her air back, Summer could only gaze weakly up into the Empress' sparkling eyes, whose pupils widened as they leered at her. She tried to process what Zira meant, and then noticed that she was moving her ornate drinking cup towards her. As the last words dripped through the Empress' scarlet lips, she suddenly realized that ahe was proposing a toast for the death of her friends. No, not just the death of her friends, but Zira's plans for her afterwards, when she would take the forced intimacy to a terrible new level.

Summer tried to push images of her inevitable lesbian mating session with the Empress from her mind, trying instead to imagine a future where she lay in bed with Steven Thompson, warm, naked and glowing in the delight of their lovemaking. She imagined him pleasuring her and crying her name as he climaxed, snuggling into her embrace. However, this fantasy was soon broken by the reality of being in the Empress' disgusting embrace.

Zira had been extremely fortunate, to have Summer Petersen captive. The sight of her face alone would be enough to drive a male mad with uncontrollable lust, and Zira savored the fact that she was hers to take — her beautiful body and incredible leadership was hers to use to the fullest. Zira knew she would submit eventually. They all did. All she needed was time. The veteran would be welded to her before long, eager to please and desperate for her affection. She would coo when she stroked her, call her "Mistress" whenever she spoke, would laugh and scream in joy whenever she mated with her Imperial lesbian lover. She would want her as much as she wants her now.

To ease her lust, Zira ran her finger down Summer's sexy, cute tummy, poking the piercing around her belly button, before running her finger in circles around it. Then she quickly slid his soft hand up the line that divided her abdomen toward the top of the bra, squeezing her fat hand under her bra, skimming Summer's breast and then toying with her tender neck. Summer let out a long groan, overwhelmed with disgust by this monstrosity toying with her. Her disgust only fueled Zira's intense sexual desire. She wrapped her other arm around her waist and pulled her in closer. She pushed her against her cleanly skin, their beautiful bellies making contact.

The limo slowly come to a stop as Zira pressed her hand into Summer's cheek under her raven-black hair. Zira chuckled to herself, defeated by the inescapable demands of time. This delay in her conquest would make the evening even sweeter -- The Jedi and McKeen defeated, made Devorar's main course, and their dearest ally taken by the Empress. Poetic justice for the swine who dared to defy Her Mighty Eminence.

As Zira turned around, Summer slid a few feet away from the Empress and looked back out the window onto the Cave of the Gargoyle. She spat out as much of the fluid as she could and stood up, tightening her bra back up and standing proud, summoning all the dignity a celebrity could muster given her position. It was almost time to act.

### End of Zira's reign

After Summer realized what Jahan and Tony were planning, Summer tried to leave with Helen but they were badly burned by a wave of bombs as the limo exploded. Those that survived the retreated back to the palace while some stayed behind to salvage the pieces that they could find. Some tried to sell the parts for profit while others tried to rebuild it.

## Perception

### Zira Miranda Grover

Zira’s limousine had many things to please the ruler just like her palace. But what pleased her the most about her limousine the Gemotre was that it helped her move around. Instead of it being like a normal limo, it was like a moving palace and the Empress liked it. With everything she had put and installed in the limo it was a lot like her palace, like a home away from home.

Like any other charismatic political tyrant, Zira made sure she spent a lot of money on her limo, palace and ships she bought, to all have the best things she could buy. Zira was no different, she liked to show off how much wealth she had.

### Summer Petersen

Summer did not like Zira’s limousine. She hated being the center attention when she was sitting on Zira’s robe. His guests and henchmen would look at her lustfully mocking her as Zira’s “cute little slut”, even when she was forced to drink from Zira’s goblet they flourished in seeing the scantly-clad Summer humiliated. She was grateful that Zira let her leave to see Helen, Anakin, and GTR-10 at the window, which was the only time she was allowed any privacy, and others during trips. While at the window she enjoyed her time away from Zira, but did not like that Zira would tug on her chain and his men and guests would look at the half naked Summer at the window. She did not like feeling her exposed body against the cushions on the limousine, hating the feeling of her bare legs against the vertically positioned metal even more. Summer did not like how exposed she was as Zira had easy access to violate her whenever she wanted. Summer would try to ignore the men (and sometimes women) groping her from behind as she passed.

Despite herself, Summer was impressed by the amenities provided on Zira’s limo. What she was prepared for was the sheer opulence that Zira had granted the interior, through priceless artworks, silk curtains, and several exotically colorful electric lights. Still, she dreaded moving from the primary chamber into Zira’s private quarters, where she knew she would have to submit to the Empress’ advances. When she had first boarded the limo she stole a glance into this room and noticed a tremendously large bed with cushions for multiple slaves to rest on, as well as several cigarettes done over with numerous stores of weed to smoke.

## List of personal servants that rode the limousine

* Diva Stella
* Yolanda Gogan
* Jessie
* Thomas Carter
* Summer Petersen