Surprise Attack and Absolute Submission

Imperial Orbital Space Station, Kwenn System, Hutt Space border.

Captain Holgott of the Imperial checkpoint station Kwenn patrols the bridge of his space station as he does any other day. The purpose of said station is to monitor trade moving in and out of Hutt territory. In a more unofficial capacity, the station serves as a network of listening posts searching for communications related to Maul.

While on the bridge, he overheard the comms lieutenant...

“This is station one. Are you receiving me?.....This is station one, report.....why is this not receiving!”

“Speak up, Lieutenant, what's wrong?” The captain spoke, startling the Lieutenant.

"Sorry, captain, I can’t get in touch with the other stations. It’s static on all channels.”

“Impossible, recycle the system.” Holgott ordered.

“I did, sir, twice.”

The captain adjusted his cap in frustration. “Get in touch with high command! I’ve got a bad feel--”

Suddenly, the station shook and the alarm started blaring.

“Hostile ships have just come out of hyperspace!” The lieutenant said.

Holgott ran to the viewport and saw six cruisers and one small capital ship. On its top deck was a rail gun and a cannon pointed straight at the station.

“Pirates! Launch all fighters and send out the emergency signal!”

Abruptly, the rail gun charged and fired a blue energy bolt directly at the station. All the consoles on the bridge sparked and shut off, as well as the lights.

“We’ve lost all power!”

Before they could react, the cannon on the enemy ship fired a laser that penetrated the station, and in an instant, the station was destroyed. The enemy fleet then turned and jumped back into hyperspace.

Main POV

You stood face to face with your Crimson Dawn prisoner, Qi’ra. After accepting the challenge to not orgasm in under 3 minutes, the skilled agent has been physically and mentally preparing herself for what you have in store for her.

“Before we begin.” you started to say. “You won't be needing any of those.”

With a single wave of your hand, all of Qi’ra’s clothes began to disassemble and fall to the floor like patches of cloth. Qi’ra was shocked when she was left with nothing. The enforcer sported a remarkable form with light skin. Her breasts were firm, her hips elegant, and her pussy was shaved clean.

“I don’t see how this is a fair challenge.” she argued.

“I can’t have you hiding anything from me. I need to be able to see your whole body in ecstasy when I make you submit.” You said with a sinister grin.

Qi’ra could not find an argument against you. The challenge she was being put through was unorthodox enough. She could only swallow the embarrassment and accept the terms.

Now that her perfect form was in your sights, you set the chronometer for three minutes and displayed it in front of Qi’ra.

“Are you ready to begin, my dear?” you asked her courtly.

The deep look in her eyes told you that she was not. Her thoughts raced with other alternatives to avoid this. But it was hopeless. She now resigned herself to her fate. She will either leave here a free woman, or a servant of the Emperor.

“Do your worst.” Qira said, a determined look on her face.

“I always do.” You smile and start the timer. The seconds begin to tick away as you slowly approach the suspended Qi’ra. Through the ****, you push her closer to you. Your hand moves up to her face.

“What are you--” Qi’ra tried to speak before she felt her body spike in pleasure. All of the Crimson Dawn agent’s sensations have increased, making it hard for her to focus. Her nipples became sharp as diamonds, and she felt her nether lips get hot.

“Relax your mind, let me take it to the pleasure only I can bring you.” You spoke to her.

“No...fuck get out of my headAAAAHHH.” Qi’ra once again failed to fight your invasion of her mind. Meanwhile, your hands slowly trailed down her body. Grabbing her breasts and melding them with your hands. Continuing to project thoughts into Qi’ra’s mind. The chronometer hit the 2 minute mark.

“Your skills, your mind, your body. Wasted in Crimson Dawn. At any moment, they would have cast you out.” You say that, moving your fingers down to her slowly moistening slit. Tracing her folds slowly and methodically. Despite the sensations you gave her, you wanted to drag out the pleasure.

“But at my side, the galaxy is yours to take hold of. All you have to do is submit to my will. Let me make you perfect.”

“I...I want...no stop, ahhhhh, please.” Qira struggled to escape the mind breaking. Her thoughts clouded with images of her and you in fits of sexual moments became vivid. Imagining the Emperor towering over her and thrusting his large member into every hole. Qi’ra could do nothing but moan with every image flashing in her mind again and again. All the while, you continued to play with her suspended body, using the **** to suspend her orgasm. You had one minute left to keep toying with her. Why not enjoy every second until the last moment.

Speaking of Qi’ra’s inevitable defeat, you planned on tasting your victory. You raised her heated cunt to your face. The smell of her arousal fuels your desire to not just defeat her, but to break her.

“Allow me to offer you a sample of the pleasures that await the rest of your existence, my love.” The secret God-Emperor said before using his powers to make her already quivering pussy 20 times more sensitive than it already was.

And then, with just a single lick of her slit, the Crimson Dawn agent came undone, her fate sealed as her cunt gushed in orgasmic pleasure.

“Noooooo!” Qi’ra screamed as her world was rocked with absolute pleasure; the implications sinking in immediately despite feeling quite literally greater than ever.

Vader just lapped at her innermost essence, and was now even more convinced he chose well after enjoying the taste quite a bit. The naked, bound, and floating woman hung her head at that, looking defeated as she panted heavily.

The God-Emperor smirked. “Well, my dear, I believe you have learned a good lesson today.”

Qi’ra sighed. “What, to never bet against you?”

He chuckled. “Look at that, you have learned more than one thing from this experience. Clever woman indeed. But that wasn’t what I meant. Try again.”

She shrugged, looking tired. “That your **** powers also make you so good at sex that it gives you an astounding advantage?”

“Also true,” Vader conceded. “But no. Think back to my words before your challenge began. And let me tell you, if you actually guess it right, I will give you a bonus by the time I am done mind controlling you that will earn me your…undying…gratitude even without any brainwashing,” He added with a slow but growing grin, as if amused by an inside joke she wasn’t privy to.

Qi’ra stared at him with an expression that implied she very much doubted he could accomplish that at this point, after all that had happened. But then her expression turned thoughtful as she took his words more seriously, and she brought to mind the past 10 minutes.

He could practically see the moment she realized it with the way her eyes widened slightly. But then she took a deep breath and bowed her head as much as she could in a gesture of submission.

“The lesson is that you were right, my Emperor,” She finally said with quiet resignation. “This galaxy is yours.”

Vader smiled in approval as he nodded, realizing he was going to have more fun than usual with this one.

“It’s good to be God-Emperor,” He thought in amusement.

Imperial High Command, Outer Rim.

Tarkin stood at the front of his flagship's bridge. The Sovereign. Overlooking the combat and maneuvering drills of the outer rim fleet. He studied every ship intently, down to the last TIE fighter squad. Not realizing that Vice Admiral Rampart approached behind him. The man stood there for a bit before announcing his presence to the Grand Moff by clearing his throat.

"Yes, Vice Admiral, what is it?” Tarkin spoke annoyed at Rampart but did not break his focus from the fleet drills.

“Forgive me, Governor, I wouldn’t be interrupting if it wasn't urgent, but several outposts along the Hutt Space border were attacked, no survivors.” Rampart explained.

It was then that Tarkin had to break his focus and turn to Rampart over this shocking news.

“How is this possible?” The tone in Tarkin's voice got darker.

“The attacks appear to have been highly effective hit and run tactics. The suspects left no trace of their presence. We managed to receive a partial SOS signal from our outpost in the Kwenn system before its destruction.” The Admiral continued.

Tarkin pondered these revelations briefly before standing firm.

“Get me a priority one channel to Coruscant immediately!”

A/N: Co-writing and plotting goes to Forcy. Like and comment if you have suggestions.