Of course not!

“**** 67, sold for eight thousand lakhs! May she prove to be an excellent servant!” you hear the announcer say. And the line moves as another **** is escorted up the podium.

The last weeks - you are not sure of the exact time - were spent with exactly what you dreaded. The mornings, you spent kneeling in your position, waiting to get fucked by the guards. The afternoons, you were in the man’s office - you never got to know his name -, either tortured by the weights or with electricity. In the evenings, you ate your allowance, and tried to get some sleep between the numerous visits by the guards. And these events just kept happening… Until you got utterly and completely broken in.

You are not proud of it - how could one be proud of such a thing? -, but yesterday you were kneeling in front of the man, just as he promised, sucking his cock and begging for forgiveness for not accepting him the first time. To your relief, he forgave you by saying you are now eligible to be sold. But to your greatest frustration, he didn’t allow you to come. And yes… It is the most difficult thing you ever had to admit to yourself... But by now, after weeks of not ejaculating, getting the chance to come is the only thing you can think of.

In the mornings, you wake up with your cock pressing against the cage - by now changed to a metal one with a lock and a piercing -, and all you do is try not to think about ejaculating until you can get some sleep again. If you are getting fucked or you have a cock in your mouth, you have a lot of pain, true, but those times you also have a lot of pleasure. Thus you cherish them. In fact, they’ve become your sole beacon of joy in this existence.

Often, you also think about Carl, and the possibility of being rescued. But if he couldn’t pull it off by now, then what are the chances? You also think of the real Sith, and the threat they pose to the Republic. But alas… It seems the good guys will have to make do without you.

Half an hour later you are next, and you are escorted up the podium. From the corner of your eyes, you can see Bastila and Mission, as they are escorted off to separate owners. But you know for a fact they wouldn’t recognize you.

“**** 87, a sissy ****, an outsider from the Republic, brought to justice by breaking the law and broken in to be an obedient cumslut. You are justified to be harsh with her gentleman, but please bring her back in one piece. She has a long path of atonement ahead that should last many-many years!” you are turned to the side with your leash, and your panties are pulled down, revealing your erect cock pressing against the metal cage. “Oh look at that, she is already eager to serve!” the announcer adds, and the bids start at its earnest.

You hear a ferocious storm of voices from all the men who want to bury their cocks in you, and you quickly lose count as the bids progress. Alas, there is a strong hand raised among the crowd “Two nine thousand!”, and everyone stops, making it a victory for the person.

“**** 87, a sissy ****, sold for twenty-nine thousand lakhs. May she prove to be an excellent servant!” you shudder from the words: you have an owner. But you are also aroused in a way. Not really sure of the reason. “And for stars sake, do bring her back in one piece!”

Your legs trembling, you are escorted off of the podium, your panties still pulled to your thighs. You take a couple dozen minuscule steps, and you are stopped in front of the man, tall, good looking, black hair and a beard, and he immediately starts fondling your caged cock and balls with his fingers.

“I think we will have a lot of fun together sweetie!” he says, and you cannot help but to smile in the gag as your cock starts pressing against the cage again.

BAD END: SISSY FOR LIFE