You ignore it even harder!

As the centuries go by another vessel wanders to this place through the darkness. Onboard, there is a Sith Lord, Quitar Denim, with a twi’lek whom he received as a gift, Vette - born as Ce'na -, peacefully threading the vastness in the midst of an ever destructive war.

Of course, you are that Quitar Denim. Who else would you be?

Sith Lord in name, you are against bloodshed and oppression. If anything, you consider yourself in the middle of Light and Dark, recognizing that the servants of both sides are blinded to a degree by their power. At this point, you just want to be alone, getting by one galactic month to the next the quietest way possible.

In the case of Vette, however… That is different story.

You think of her as your ship keeps going hyperspace, bound and helpless on your bed, her beautiful body waiting to be ravaged by her master.

She said she doesn’t want this, kept as a pet and utterly broken in. But you are fond of her in a way, and you can swear that she too has an affection towards this. Besides: Why would you let a mere **** roam free around your vessel, when you can keep her truly dedicated to her purpose?

You look down on your hand, and another thought occurs to you then.

For some reason, the **** is not present in this region of space. But it is also a place that got mysteriously abandoned by the war. And you are adamant to explore.

You take a deep breath, and decide to get back to your room. Vette is precisely where you left her: blindfolded and gagged, with her pierced clitoris and breasts uncovered, kneeling on your bed with her wrists locked at an inverted V to her collar and an additional strap holding her upper arms.

She shudders as she hears you. Her hearing dampened by her **** headbands and her lekku covered by a Zygerrian fabric, she is still able to perceive sounds in this magnitude.

“Ready, pet?” you ask leaning close to her.

She nods.

“Excellent,” you answer, both of you aware of the consequences of the opposite.

You lean close to her, and kiss her on the lips despite the gag, then you turn her around, and start fucking her vagina from the rear.

“Mmmm…” she moans from the pleasure. Grabbing her erect nipples, you know it is not merely a show she practiced. With the ****, you could last for hours, using a technique that you specifically taught to yourself, but like this you come only a twenty-eight strokes later. Too bad. You were planning on really ravaging her this night, just to make sure she knows her place. But like this… You sit there for a while, groping her and kissing her… But the damn thing simply doesn’t want another round.

“We are done for today, pet,” you say. You remove her blindfold, and you lead her back to her cell.

Granted, getting your own brig might have been a bit of an overreach. But she always complained about keeping her bound for long, and theoretically she could have done anything in her cabin. So you’ve decided to take no chances with this.

Once she is in, you toss the key to her cuffs on the floor, and you turn the on the forcefield. You watch her remove the cuff expertly, just like the master thief she used to be, then she takes the gag out, and starts silently eating her allowance for the night.

“See you in the morning, pet,” you say.

“Of course, Master,” she answers obediently, and you go back to your cabin.

For a while, you are just lie in the bed, not really sure how would your sex life hold up if this thing goes on with the ****. You think about perhaps buying some performance enhancing ****. But don’t those have a side effect?

Then you freeze motionless as you realize what you just done here.

When you let Vette out of the cell, you used your hand instead the ****. Then you came in two minutes, indicating that you can no longer use your technique. And then you used your hand a second time when you escorted her back to the cell.

“Sithspit,” you say aloud. Without the ****, you are ****. And Vette knows that too. As a Sith Lord, at the height of your power, you could keep her in check easily. But what if you didn’t break her in yet, and she just happens to have a get out method from the cell?

Afraid, you get up from the bed, and run back to the cell. And you find it empty.

“Dammit!” you grin. You turn left and right in the room. Your thoughts zigzagging in your head like meteorite. If she takes a blaster, and makes a jump on you, you will be defenseless.

Suddenly, you recall that her shock collar is still on, and you start searching your pockets for the remote. But it is not here. You probably left it in the cockpit. You could get there and use the remote to shock her ****. But what if she thought of that, and she already has it? And now she is heading for the armory to get a blaster?