"Entertain our guest."

"Entertain our guest."

The room was silent for many long minutes after Vader left. Leia felt uneasy standing there, half-naked and her hands tied up but, as she kept reminding herself, it could have been worse. She waited without so much as a wince.

Suddenly, several metallic panels flipped all around the room, revealing buzzing tubular forms that slowly protruded from the newly created windows. Leia's pulse quickened slightly. "Cameras", she thought. Not the small, nearly undetectable security cameras she expected but large ones, intended to vehicle high quality images for mass broadcast. She imagined the picture of her helpless self appearing on every monitor of the **** Star and nearly let her surprise show on her face. Once again, she managed to calm down before making any mistake: "Relax, Princess, she thought. Let them have their peeping fantasy. You do not have to act any different than if these cameras were not there. It serves no purpose to worry right now. If that's the best Vader can come up with to break your will, you're safe! Just keep your head high. There is nothing to be ashamed of."

Small lights lit up around the numerous glass eyes aimed at her. Transmission had begun.

Leia swallowed. She could imagine hundreds of men waving their arms and calling more of their companions over to look at the exclusive broadcast of Princess Leia, chained and half-naked for their enjoyment. Her disgust for Vader's strategy got stronger as these gloomy thoughts filled her mind untill a spark of anger flared in her eyes. She clenched her teeth hard enough to hurt and, breathing slowly, Leia tried to regain her composure; it was a shameful experiment, yes, but she would pull through it. She could pull through anything. She was a Princess and a Leader, and that meant she was stronger than those puny Imperial tricks. Her renewed faith made her realize she was not at the mercy of the soldiers eyeing her body: she, and only she had the power to decide what they would see: a Princess and a Leader, strong in adversity, and not some **** and humiliated wench.

Leia heard a click and a high-pitched whir from between her feet. Suddenly worried Vader had another ace up his sleeves, she glanced at the ground quickly but her dress, intact from her hips down, hid the source of the noise to her view. She startled: something cold and smooth had just brushed on the inside of her thigh! "Could it be... No!" Leia's heart almost exploded when the round tip of a cold and metallic device pressed lightly against her crotch before retreating. Her whole body stiffened and her eyes flared; they wouldn't dare! "This is sick! she hissed aggressively. They... They can't! I'm over that kind of... of..." The high-pitched sound vanished and all was silent again for a second. Then, a very low humming filled the room, the sound of something... vibrating. Leia swallowed. "Keep your head high!" she urged herself, and she looked defiantly at the camera straight in front of her. The thing touched her thigh again; its vibration sent waves of confused sensations up and down her leg. It could have been pleasant hadn't it be of her precarious situation.

The metallic device crept up slowly, tickling her firm muscles. It followed the curve of her body closely, effectively pushing her panties aside. Leia staggered imperceptibly when the metallic vibrator rubbed against her naked sex. She swallowed and blinked; again, she pictured the men waiting patiently for the show to spice up. "I... I can't, I won't... I..." Leia strived to keep a cool head but she found it almost impossible to form coherent thoughts. How could this be happening?

Her body started to respond to the stimulus. She felt heat building up in her abdomen and her pussy moistened. She tried to trap the thing between her legs but it was too smooth and already too far up to be stopped. The smell of sex came to her nostrils when the probe gently slipped past her defences and inside her. "Oh God! she thought to herself. Let it be over quick!"

Could the men guess what was happening under her robe? Did they have the smallest idea of what Vader had planned for his prisoner? The thought that she could deny her enemies the sight of her body being shamefully used by a machine renewed Princess Leia's strength. She straightened up, her will bent on ignoring all sensations coming from the lower half of her body. The thing pushed forward slowly but steadily, always vibrating with a strong buzzing sound. Ignoring it made her **** that much unbearable: the less her spirit focused on it, the more her body accepted the intruder and held it fast, as if it were of hot human flesh. In Leia's closed fists, her nails bit her palms to keep her hands from shaking.

The gentle tickling of the mechanical dildo made her arousal impossible to repress. "Oh my God, Leia thought gloomily. I... I don't know if I can... must hide it..." The thing pushed forward, delving deeper and deeper into her secret antre, vibrating and buzzing louder than an angry bee swarm. It shook so hard that Leia's legs, already weakened by the forcible pleasure, began to tremble. She closed her eyes and her face locked in a confused grin; she could no longer pretend to be indifferent nor could she let herself go. Leia winced: the machine stopped pushing forward. Strange sensations arose from her belly: never before had something gone so far up her pussy and yet, it did not hurt in the least. The buzzing sound, muffled by her own flesh, came louder and louder to her ears. She was fuller than full; the vibrations, rapidly gaining in strength, no longer seemed to emanate from an outside entity but from her own stomach. It massaged her whole body from the inside out; slowly, her legs, neck, arms, hands, all of them became limp. Her face melted into an expression of bewildered ecstasy. Leia's body began to shook. It could have resisted any pressure from the outside world, but there were no way she could fight off these strong but sweet vibrations coming from within. Waves of warm, comforting pleasure rolled out of her stomach and spread to her utmost extremities. Her head filled with the sound of the ocean crashing against tall cliffs, obliterating all conscious thoughts as soon as they took form amid the overwhelming buzzing sound that was in her body. Her eyes, rolling wildly in her sockets, embraced the black and cold objectives recording each and every of her squirms and quivers without so much as a passing interest, as if she could not remember what they were for. Her breasts dangled obscenely and harsh moans punctuated her breathing but she no longer had the will to fight: her body answered the dildo's stimulation entirely.

But Leia had not seen the end of it. The pumping began.

The dildo suddenly stopped vibrating and rushed out of her. Leia caught her breath, utterly confused as rational thoughts sprinkled her mind overrun with pleasure. For a split second, she was herself again and realized how low and degrading this **** was - and how viler even was her response to it. "I... I... I can't!" she sighed in dismay. Before this sprout of awareness could blossom into renewed courage and resistance, the dildo came back, stabbing her with such might that her spirits were shattered before she could understand the sensation. Her longing, unsatisfied lust was set ablaze by the **** that drove the metal prod deep into her before it retreated again, leaving Leia without even the strength to stand up. Only her hands, chained to the wall, kept her from falling to the ground; she hung dumbfounded when it came fiercely again, one second filling her pussy entirely and leaving it empty the next. Leia jerked her head backwards at the **** as a squeal escaped her lips. As if encouraged by her abashed pleasure, the machine punctured her more quickly, always retreating entirely out of her body before making its niche in her womb again.

The ruthless invasions drove Leia's senses into a mind-shattering orgy: climax filled the whole universe about her with electricity. The thing moved in and out, in and out, so fast she could no longer tell when it was in and when it was out, knowing only that its next passage would pour more oil on the burning fire that ravaged her entrails. Her legs spread open, she felt her body arch when the ecstasy rolled over her. Her squeals and screams used up what little air was left in her lungs. She felt weak and about to faint, struck down by the calculated, mechanical delight that devoured her like she had never been devoured, and then... it was over.

The dildo exited her pussy and didn't come back. Leia had never climaxed this stunningly hard before, nor would she have such a violent orgasm for many years afterwards. Now that the heat was gone, now that her body could rest, she felt numb from head to toes. Her pleasure had left her as if she had just waken from a very long sleep: acutely aware of her body but, at the same time, totally unable to understand what she felt. Words struggled to get out of her throat. Many long minutes later, she found the strength to utter two words: "Oh... God..."

With those words, her mind painfully began to ponder again. Her nipples were stiff from the cold air and her arms ached; she **** herself to stand up. Now she recalled who she was... what had happened. She raised her head slowly, dizzily and stared straight ahead. They had seen it. They had recorded it all. Anger, shame, lust, weakness: confused feelings inhabited her heart. "I... I won't... I won't be used." The words assembled coherently in her mind for the first time since she had given up to the vibrating invader.

"I... she said out loud, staggering on every word. I... won't..." Buzzing. A metallic object touched her hips; it was still warm. Leia opened wide eyes; she tried to finish her sentence but the words would not come out. The thing pushed against her pussy lips. Leia squealed. The machine entered and her body began to shake. She would be used.