A few changes are made to their bondage

Before any of them had a chance to protest, Riff Tamson snapped his fingers and the true interrogation began.

Anakin growled as two Karkaradons pushed him forward, moving his restraints around until he was horizontal, his back slightly curved so that his head was lower down than his legs, which were still spread apart to expose his crack, taint and testicles.

While they manipulated his body, the guffawing, shark-faced aliens prodded and fondled him at will. Anakin suffered the humiliation in silence, even as his cock was roughly jerked, his balls squeezed and his buttocks groped. He had heard disturbing rumours that Karkaradons’ sexualities were indiscriminating when it came to gender: they were aroused by what they saw as soft, pink humans who were weak and could be used purely for pleasure.

It certainly seemed to be the case here, as both Anakin and his wife were groped wantonly, every hole explored by rough fingers and harsh, slapping hands. Padme was arranged horizontally just like he had been, but her arms and legs were still outstretched in an X shape and she was lying suspended on her back, while Anakin had been positioned on his front with his arse in the air.

Meanwhile, Master Fisto had been locked into a cage with the most curious bars that Anakin had ever seen: electric eels. Every few seconds, the Nautalon’s body jerked as an errant tail flapped and struck either his abnormally large genitalia or his bright green behind.

Finally, Ahsoka appeared to be in the most jeopardy. Her arms bound behind her back and her horns fondled, the nude padawan was being held aloft by Tamson’s hand on his neck.

The Separatist general smirked evilly. “Shall we begin?”