Anakin and Padme are probed and questioned

The interrogation chamber was suddenly feeling very crowded: Riff Tamson and his goons stood one one side, Kit Fisto and the other half of their captors were on the other and in the middle of it all Anakin and Padme were suspended horizontally. They had been stripped naked, completely immobilised and were now at the mercy of the Karkaradons.

The very alien species who were both famous degenerates and had never been known to respect their prisoners of war.

Anakin noticed his wife gulp nervously as one of the Karkaradons swam past, his grey cock flapping right by her face. Both Anakin and his wife had been placed next to each other and chains of lightning kept them halfway between the floor and the ceiling.

If they were not underwater and someone was to stand in front of them, then both prisoners would be at crotch-level. Putting their faces conveniently close to a whole variety of cocks.

With one hand on the back of Ahsoka’s neck and the other patting her orange behind, Tamson leered at them. “I’m going to start my interrogation with you two. And I want you to know that if you do not answer my questions, then all four of you are going to suffer.”

Ahsoka shrieked as the Karkaradon shoved a finger up her arsehole while, simultaneously, Anakin felt a pressure on his own rosebud. A quick glance over at Padme showed she was in a similar predicament with a 12 inch dildo wedged between her cheeks.

“I should think that makes the consequences clear to you,” Tamson barked, clutching Ahsoka’s shoulder as she tried to writhe and buck away from his finger probing up her arse. “Now, my first question; where is Prince Lee-Char?”

“We don’t know,” Padme said.

Riff Tamson jerked his head and both Anakin and his wife grunted as wedges of hard rubber were shoved up their arses. “That was only the first inch: there are eleven more to go until those dildos bottom out. You are going to want to give me the answers I want.”