My Limits

The chains rattled as I was dragged across the cold flagstones, my grazed knees leaving pinkish streaks on the polished marble. The hood muffled my gasps, turning each breath into the wet sound of a dying beast. Suddenly, a sharp blow to the ribs stopped me in my tracks—I had hit a step.

• Get on, imperial bitch, a muffled voice growled through the fabric, as hands grabbed my hips to pull me up.

I climbed about ten steps before entering a large room. They placed me in a pillory, where my head and arms were imprisoned in a wooden shackles.

I knew my master was there; he was watching me, examining me with his gaze, circling around me as the maids withdrew.

Suddenly, I heard him give the order.

• Fuck her, and if you rise to the challenge, I'll free you, otherwise I'll kill your family. Find your limits.

A Wookiee scream was heard. Before I realized it, I felt fur and, at the same time, a monstrous penis pushing into me. I gasped, suddenly my vagina was stretched from the inside out, to the point of breaking.

The scream that burst from my throat broke into a strangled gurgle, my jaw opening wide as if my body was trying to escape through my mouth what was invading me from below. The Wookiee's fur burned my thighs, each stiff hair scratching my skin, already sensitized by the maids' preparations. His member pulsed inside me with obscene regularity, each beat widening the torn orifice a little more.

The emperor was ordering him.

• If she's not up to it, let her die, I don't care; she'd be useless to me if she's incapable.

The assaults became even more violent; I could only hold on thanks to my knowledge of strength.

My stomach heaved violently, a wave of nausea rising in my throat as the Wookiee let out another roar. His claws dug into my hips, scraping me to the bone as he pinned me against the pillory. The wood creaked under our movements, my wrists bleeding where the restraints bit into the flesh.

I felt his monstrous member pivot inside me, spreading apart walls never meant to stretch like this.

If you come before she breaks, you'll pay the price for failure.

The Emperor's voice echoed like a whiplash through the air thick with sweat and pain. The Wookiee growled, his fangs glistening with saliva from the exertion, his muscles straining to the point of bursting. Now he was impaling me alive; the pillory was destroyed by the power of his assaults, but I hung on like never before; I was in a trance.

My body was nothing more than an instrument of pain, each thrust of the Wookiee's hips shaking my spine like a hammer on an anvil. The fur on his chest grazed my breasts, the bells of the nipple clamps jangling wildly with each impact. Rage coursed through his veins; I was nothing but a straw in his hands. How long would I endure this, and how long would he be able to keep up this pace?

The wood of the pillory creaked one last time, crumbling into splinters beneath our tangled bodies. I lost my balance, my spine hitting the ground with a dull thud that made stars burst out behind my closed eyelids. The Wookiee didn't slow down, his claws ripped into my sides, anchoring me to him while his monstrous member continued its mad thrusting. As I felt my heart give way, I finally felt his sperm spill inside me. He had lost me. I would still live to serve my master. I was sinking into unconsciousness. I heard the Wookiee's neck crack, his head falling to the ground.

• Take her to the bacta tank. She's ready to serve my purposes, the proof is in.