give control to the royal guard who walks away with Luke

You have no name. You did once, a long time ago before the Emperor found you and made you his obedient servant, but those days are long gone. Some days you prefer to go by the name Jade, though few knew of it. You are expected nothing but silence and order throughout most of your days. This day, however, was a different one. Your Master gave you a plaything to do with whatever you wanted, so long as you didn’t kill him.

His name was Luke Skywalker. You watch as he floats in the bacta tank, wearing nothing but his little white underpants. His hands are missing (the Emperor would surely replace them someday soon, as he did Vader) and he is currently completely ****. You watch him as he thrashes about in the sticky liquid, waiting for enough time to pass for him to be lifted out of the tube. “My own Jedi,” you whisper to yourself as you prepare to help him out. The liquid drains and Luke is hoisted out of the tube by a harness, suspending him in the air. You lower him close to you and watch as he slowly regains his consciousness.

“Luke?”

“Wh-who are you? Where am I?”

Luke groans as he opens his eyes, widening them in horror as he looks to you and realizes that he is still hoisted in the air, your prisoner. He fights his restraints as best he can before looking over to his arms and realizing that he had lost his hands earlier before he passed out. A choked sob exits his throat and he hangs his head down in shame and defeat. “My hands,” he cries to himself, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“You’ll get new ones soon enough,” you say to him, brushing aside his pain. You wrap your arms around his neck and grind close to his crotch. Your movement takes him by surprise and he twitches in shock as move your legs around his hips. The harness has enough weight to support you both. It has been a long time since you’ve ever had a plaything of your own; and someone so prestigious, too. You try to kiss him on the lips but he turns his head, his cheeks turning a bright red. “You don’t like me?”

“Please,” Luke groans. “Help me out.”

“I never thought you would ask,” you tease him, yanking down his tight underpants and revealing the young Jedi Knight to you completely. You look at his sex with great interest, watching in wonder as you glance past his thick golden bush, to the little flaccid cock supported by giant balls. You cup his balls and squeeze them gently. He groans and delicately tries to shake you off of him. You refuse.

With his arms suspended, you see them vibrate to your side. You know what he is trying to do: he is trying to use the **** against you. Unfortunately for him, he doesn’t realize that this room actively suppressed the ****. There was no escape from Palpatine or her. “That won’t work,” you say with a grin, moving on up to his cock. He shakes his head in disgust and looks the other way as you stroke him slowly.

“I’ll never give in to you,” he hisses but you soon notice his penis extending in your hand. It is smaller than most men you’ve seen but it will make do. This man is all yours and you are going to take him.