Milk

The Twi'lek put her nipple to her mouth and said,

• Suck my milk. My master likes it when I do this, and it's good.

Leia, despite her deep disgust, felt compelled to obey. The Twi'lek's words echoed in her mind, and she knew that refusing would mean cruel punishment, not only for herself, but for the other **** as well.

Her lips brushed against the taut nipple, and she felt a warm liquid flow into her mouth. The taste was strange, half sweet, half salty; this nectar overwhelmed her and shook her certainties. She continued, each sip reminding her of her subjugation, her lack of control. The Twi'lek stroked her gently, murmuring soothing words, as if that could lessen the horror of the situation.

The Twi'lek continued to caress her with genuine gentleness, her hands sliding down Leia's back with an intensity that made her shiver in spite of herself. Every drop of milk she drank was a surrender, a betrayal of her soul, but her body, under the influence of the collar, left her ****.

She stopped resisting, seeking the comfort provided by the other ****, who was doing everything to awaken her desire, even her pleasure.

The Twi'lek's caresses were soft, tender, and Leia gave in to this fleeting moment of oblivion. The warm milk still flowed into her mouth, a strange mixture of gentleness and submission, while the other woman's hands explored every inch of her skin.

The Twi'lek's hands moved down to Leia's pubic area, and her thighs opened, leaving her innermost being to be explored by the ****.