Exploration

Tisha's heart was pounding. She had never seen such a deployment of spy drones, such a security system so far from a site of interest to the Empire. Twice she had almost been caught out, only her suit and quick thinking had saved her.

The problem was that once she arrived at the probable site, the signs became blurred and unclear. She searched the desert sand in vain. She was beginning to despair when, in the distance, a red glow permeated the horizon, making it almost impossible to remain discreet and escape the drones.

When a funnel formed, literally swallowing her, she struggled, but nothing worked. She thought it was a sarlacc. She didn't care, she was sinking. She managed to stay a few seconds with her head above the sand, but finally she was swallowed up. Her hand fluttered before disappearing too.

When she awoke, she saw a young woman with an expressionless face undressing her. Her movements were mechanical and soulless. She wanted to stop him, but a shock from a bondage collar dissuaded her.

• Master Plagueis will be happy upon his return to have a new **** in his harem. Relax, he will make you one of his eternal favorites.
• Master who?
• Shh, be quiet, obey, his egregore will prepare you to serve him, teach you what to do to satisfy the master upon his return.
• Has he been gone for a long time?
• It doesn't matter, we serve him for eternity. His genius has given us an eternity, we are forever at his pleasure.

The young woman's fingers, cold and precise, continued to undress her with soulless efficiency. Tisha felt a cold sweat bead on her forehead, her boiling mind desperately searching for a way out.

The collar around her neck prickled, a constant reminder of her captivity. She tried to remember the survival lessons, the escape techniques, but every thought eluded her, swallowed up by an invisible weight. The word egregore echoed in her mind, threatening to swallow her up too. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her skull, as if images and memories that weren't her own were flooding her brain.

A shadow formed before them, the **** threw herself to her knees.

• Master, she'll be ready soon.

The shadow took the form of a Muun emanating a monstrous darkness. He looked at Tisha lustfully, and she felt herself being lifted like a straw.

• A Twi'lek, very good, the master will be pleased; he loves their sexual servility as well as their capacity for suffering.

The Muun cupped her chin in his fingers, smelled Tisha, and ran his tongue over her cheek.

• Hmm, delicious, he will be happy to wither this life and freeze it in eternity like you.
• Oh yes, master, it was so horrible.

The Muun's fingers slid along her cheek, tracing a trail of coldness that made Tisha shiver. She tried to look away, but her eyes remained fixed on those of her captor, as if hypnotized by the abyss of blackness there. The Muun's breath was heavy and laden with a metallic odor that made her stomach ache.

Every word he spoke echoed in her mind, a promise of eternal suffering that threatened to consume her. Tisha felt her body stiffen, not in fear, but in disgust, as the Muun lifted her effortlessly, like a rag doll.

• You'll prepare her, I'll test her with your harem sisters. Tell them that our new **** will pass into our hands.
• Oh thank you, master, her life will warm us all the more as she suffers and enjoys as the master taught us.

The Muun's icy fingers wandered over her skin, each touch sending shivers of disgust down her spine. Tisha tried to turn away, but her gaze remained captive to those soulless eyes, which seemed to absorb every trace of humanity within her.