Anakin is a prisoner on Mon Cala

Anakin gritted his teeth against the pain, staring up at the ceiling and doing everything he could to fight his erection. Whatever he saw, whatever he was forced to witness and endure, he could not afford to get hard.

Not unless he wanted his cock to be used to inflict even more humiliation on the ones who loved.

“Hnnng,” he gasped, his hips bucking and straining against the wet warmth enveloping his crotch. Whining ominously, the cybernetically-enhanced octopus latched onto his testicles and arsehole even tighter and kicked up the vibration a notch.

Opposite him, Ahsoka and Padme were both thrashing and morning while the obscene purple octapods tormented their holes in a way that looked even more excruciating than what Anakin and Master Fisto were having to endure. Her face flushed and her reddened tits jiggling, Padme groaned as an entire limb of the octopus wormed its way up between her legs.