Grievous

Barely recovering, Aksoka heard a voice that terrified her despite her Padawan training. She instinctively covered her nakedness with her hands.

Grievous's form detached itself from the opening.

• A Twi'lek Padawan delivered to me all warm, hmm, that's satisfying, dance for me, ****, dance for your life, rekindling my attraction to the flesh.

Though helpless, the submission collar **** her to obey, her body began to move sensually and indecently.

Under Grievous's metallic gaze, her hips undulated despite herself, each rotation accentuating the perverse glint in the cyborg's yellow eyes. Her trembling fingers brushed against her own orange skin, betraying her humiliation as the vibrating collar drew involuntary moans from her.

For long minutes she exhibited herself, rhythmically, swaying on her knees, no longer in control of herself, her collar amplified her servile tendencies.

Grevious sat down and conjured up a mechanized penis.

• Come prove to me that you're a female dog in heat, capable of making even a machine cum. He sneered.

Ahsoka lay back, completely mad to comply with his orders, unable to resist. She took the penis in her mouth and began licking and sucking it while Grievious slid his fingers into her anus and sex, scratching her relentlessly.

Ahsoka's body moved to a mechanical and **** rhythm, her lips glistening with drool as she stroked the cold, unyielding shaft of Grievous's mechanical appendage. Each lick sent sparks of shame flying, the collar around her neck pulsing in time with the cyborg's cruel amusement. His clawed fingers twisted inside her, their sharp edges scraping the sensitive flesh as she moaned at the metallic taste flooding her mouth.

Grievous leaned forward, his rancid breath burning against her muscles. "Faster, ****," he growled, tightening his grip on her lekku, forcing her to take him deeper. She obeyed; little by little, she saw her penis become even more erect. She had no illusions, it was probably not her doing that.

When Grievious, in a treacherous voice, ordered her:

• Let's see if you resist my superior organism. Impale your penis on my cybernetic one and pound yourself mercilessly.

Ahsoka felt her body respond before her conscious mind could even protest. The collar burned against her skin, its electrical impulses reducing all resistance to nothing. Her hips lifted of their own accord, her trembling thighs spreading as Grievous's metal cock gleamed before her, cold and relentless.

She moaned, a hoarse, broken sound, as her own sex dripped with shame and **** lust. The artificial head entered first, then the cock that seemed endless, but she **** herself to impale herself on the cock that never ended. She pushed herself deeper until she finally reached the mechanical monster's pubis and began to come as her body screamed in pain, a pain not even her Jedi training had prepared her to endure.

The metal cock expanded even more, filling every inch until it stretched her completely to the point of breaking. Ahsoka gagged, unable even to beg or scream, her breath caught.

Ahsoka's body convulsed under the cold, unyielding length of Grievous's cybernetic shaft, the durasteel ridges scraping her inner walls with brutal precision. Her lekku thrashed violently as her muscles tightened in futile resistance, the current from the collar overriding even her instinct to recoil from the pain. The cyborg's claws dug into her hips, forcing her to thrust harder, each mechanical thrust, like a piston, forcing the air from her lungs in ragged, uneven gasps.

Her vision blurred as the artificial phallus adjusted inside her, expanding slightly, just enough to draw a hoarse cry from her. Grievious lifted her up to impale her further.

• You knew, female dog, that **** is also a weapon of war, and my troops are not helpless for that.

She was so close to consciousness that she only understood when a battle droid positioned itself behind her and violently penetrated her anus.

Ahsoka's scream choked in her throat as the battle droid's cold, unyielding shaft split her from behind. Her body arched violently, suspended between two mechanical horrors: Grievous's growing cybernetic length stretched her uterus obscenely forward, while the droid's piston thrusts propelled her backward at a grotesque pace. Saliva dripped from her fangs as her lekku whipped futilely through the air, the tension of the collar increasing with each synchronized penetration.

Grievous's ocular sensors flickered with sadistic calculation as he watched her abdominal muscles ripple unnaturally, the outline of the two invading shafts visible beneath her orange skin. "Synchronize the pressure points! And accelerate!"

The other droid replied.

• Received, received

As one, the two penetrated her as one, she was nothing more than a receptacle for their synchronized assaults.

The cold, relentless mechanisms worked in perfect symbiosis, the droid behind her hammering her anus with machine-like regularity while Grievous's cybernetic penis stretched her belly, each forward movement causing a dull wave of pain that reverberated through her bones.

• I want you to fight to come three times. If you survive those three orgasms, I'll spare you; otherwise, I'll rip your heart out.

Ahsoka's body convulsed violently as the double **** reached its climax, her muscles throbbing with helpless overstimulation. The droids' piston movements synchronized with frightening precision: each forward thrust of Grievous's grotesque appendage was perfectly timed with the violent recoil caused by the battle droid's invasion. His orange skin glistened with sweat as abnormal bumps deformed his abdomen, the outline of their machinery visible beneath his taut flesh.

The collar's electricity surged, forcing his hips to contract frantically despite the searing pain. But miracles, willpower, and Twi'lek genetics did the impossible; the first orgasm came like a tsunami.

Her body stiffened like a drawn bow, her stomach muscles contracting in spasmodic waves under the double invasion. The pain mingled with a ****, distorted pleasure, her uterus crushed between the metal pistons relentlessly piercing her.

• Well, first bitch, let's take it to the next level,

both sexes began to vibrate and discharge small electric shocks into her vagina and anus.

Ahsoka's muscles contracted as if under the **** of lightning, each electric pulse sending waves of pain and **** pleasure along her overloaded nerves. Her lekku writhed in uncontrollable spasms, hitting Grievous's metal torso with wet smacks.

• Please, please, kill me. Grievous laughed.
• No, I enjoy seeing you more. That way, it would leave you in peace, and I, who am nothing more than a grotesque image of my former life, don't see why I should satisfy you.
• Increased shocks and vibrations.

The other robot said,

• Received, received.

The electric shocks intensified, coursing through every nerve inside Ahsoka like burning blades. Her screams choked in her throat, reduced to hoarse gasps as her stomach heaved under the mechanical ****. The vibrations of the two machines united in a sinister hum, their movements amplified by the involuntary spasms of her betrayed body, which triggered an absolute orgasm.

Grievous tilted his metal mask towards her, his yellow eyes glowing with perverse satisfaction. "Second time, little Jedi, I'll take you to the third." After that, you can say that machines are the best lovers in the galaxy.

He picked up the pace again, this time in a more chaotic manner. His previous life reminded him how to achieve his ultimate goal. Ahsoka was nothing more than a wreck in his hands.

Ahsoka's body convulsed violently, the erratic rhythm sending new jolts of agony through her overexcited nerves. The battle droid's piston arm froze in brutal tempo, its durasteel pelvis striking her bruised flesh with mechanical precision. Grievous's vibrating appendage writhed inside her, the electrical discharges now pulsing in discordant waves that caused unearthly contortions in her muscles.

Her lekku slammed violently against the ribbed armor of her torso, leaving sweat marks on the galvanized metal. drooled, belched like a dying animal when one last time her body experienced its third orgasm, which completely ruined her from head to toe, sending her into the darkness of unconsciousness.