"Yes, Sir"

"Yes, sir," you say. You regain your footing. "Should I just use my imagination, or--"

"Whatever will work," he says.

You close your eyes. You try to transport yourself far away from this terrible place. Create another space in your mind. Riley. Your old {if Into Men=0}grilfriend. She{else}boyfriend. He{endif} was one of the ones with the money and sense to get away from this planet before it was too late. You would have followed, if you could have. Not because you saw everything coming, but because you loved {if Into Men=0}her{else}him{endif}. Riley loved you too.

What is {if Into Men=0}she{else}he{endif} going to think when {if Into Men=0}she{else}he{endif} hears about what happened to Noth? The truth. That's what {if Into Men=0}she's{else} he's{endif} going to think. {if Into Men=0}She{else}He{endif} is going to think you're about to spend the rest of your life being **** by imperial scum, and there's nothing you or {if Into Men=0}her{else}him{endif} can do about it.

But now, in your imagination, it's after all of that. After both of you are dead. Querthuntos, the good elephant, judge of souls, god of justice, has meticulously punished you for every sin you ever committed, and with his infinite patience, guided you through the long process of being remade into your perfect self, just as he shall for everyone, even, impossible as it may be for your current self to comprehend, these Imperial scumfuckers who would be better off burning forever in the lakes of fire preferred by the human religions--

Stop. Bad. However deep it is buried, everyone has a better self inside of them. This is what the gods teach. You're your perfect self now. You're in paradise, and in paradise, you get to see your loved ones again. {if Into Men=0}She{else}He{endif} is there, aged a few years and remade into {if Into Men=0}her{else}his{endif} perfect self, just like you. Your heart lights up when you see {if Into Men=0}her{else}him{endif}. You embrace one another.

"Guess you win," {if Into Men=0}she{else}he{endif} says.

"Guess I do," you say. {if Into Men=0}She{else}He{endif} had been an atheist. Honestly kind of one of the edgy ones. You were teenagers after all. But far from hating you for your faith {if Into Men=0}her{else}him{endif}, {if Into Men=0}she{else}he{endif} loved to talk with you about it. You had a bet. If, one day, you turned out to be right, and the two of you met up in the afterlife, {if Into Men=0}she{else}he{endif} would owe you the longest, tenderest, best blowjob in the history of the universe. "Well," you say, "time to pay up." A soft, silky bed appears behind you, because that's how Paradise works, and you fall back on to it. Riley climbs on after you. You spread your legs, and your cock stands ready for its prize. Riley leans down, and wraps {if Into Men=0}her{else}his{endif} lips around it. {if Into Men=0}Her{else}His{endif} head glides down, tongue gently stroking back and forth on the underside of your cock. You gasp. You grab {if Into Men=0}her{else}his{endif} shoulders, and massage them. That glorious {if Into Men=0}perfume{else} cologne{endif} {if Into Men=0}she{else}he{endif} used to wear on date nights gently floats into your nostrils. {if Into Men=0}She{else}He{endif} reaches up, and caresses your thighs. "Gods," you say.

The next time {if Into Men=0}her{else}his{endif} bobs bring {if Into Men=0}her{else}him{endif} to the tip of your dick, {if Into Men=0}she{else}he{endif} pauses to say "I can't help it take that a bit personally."

"No talking," you say. "Not until greatest blowjob in cosmos is over."

"Of course," {if Into Men=0}she{else}he{endif} says. "How thoughtless of me." {if Into Men=0}She{else}He{endif} goes back at it.

{if Virgin=1}You never did manage to get this kind of thing to happen while you were both still alive. You pushed for it, gently. Your innuendos and {if Into Men=0}her{else}his{endif} rejections were a standard aspect of your banter. More than anything, the bet was a joke between you two. But you knew, you knew your faith in the gods was not misplaced, and you knew that if there was one thing Riley would never do, it was ruin the joke by refusing to pay up once you won. Besides, in paradise, there's no reason to put this off any longer.{else}This sort of thing happened all the time when you both were still alive. Something like it would happen anytime you could both get away from your parents. That was why the bet made such a good joke. It was something {if Into Men=0}she{else}he{endif} would be happy to do for you regardless. What else would you do with eternity together?{endif}

You feel {if Into Men=0}her{else}his{endif} lips against your most sensitive skin. It's glorious, and the only thing that could possibly be better is the knowledge that you really will spend eternity here, with {if Into Men=0}her{else}him{endif}. What's happening right now will happen again, in a million permutations. As soon as you're done, it'll be your tongue on {if Into Men=0}her clit{else}his cock{endif}, and then {if Into Men=0}you'll fuck her brains out{else}you'll fuck each other's brains out{endif} forever, and ever, and ever.

"Alright," the soldier says. "We have our shot." You can open your eyes.

Reluctantly, you do.

"Must have been a real cutie you were mumbling about. I don't suppose you could direct me toward them?"

"{if Into Men=0}She's{else}He's{endif} nowhere on Noth," you say. "Hasn't been in years. Saw you people coming and ran."

"Smart," he says.

"Why?" you ask. "I thought you said there was nothing cruel about what the Empire does."

{If Favor <=5}He moves his finger toward the collar button, and you wince, but he hesitates. {endif}"You make a good point," he says. {If Favor <=5}He puts his hand to his side. {endif}"Maybe you are the smart one. Either way, let's get you showered and in your uniform."

You're given a towel to wrap around yourself. You're led into the school's showers, just across the hall. {if Escape Attempts=1}Everyone else was processed before you, even the other guy who ran,{else}Your processing apparently took long enough for the last person to finish,{endif} so you have the communal showers to yourself. You have accumulated something of a smell over the course of the day, what with the panicked running from Imperial troop after Imperial troop until one of them finally spotted and caught you. You turn one on. The warm water feels better than any orgasm could have. You would finish yourself off, but the Nothian Speaker keeps leering at you as you go. You're given a used bar of soap, and a pump of shampoo. When you're done, you feel as well as you have since the invasion began.

You dry off, and you're given your uniform. It consists of long pants and a t-shirt, both orange, but covered in a grid of bright blue squares. You would die of hypothermia if you tried to go outside in this, which is presumably why it's what you're being dressed in. You don't care. What matters is that your body is out of sight now, safe from those godsdamned leering eyes.