The Path to the Dark Side

Wes made his way from the medical bay to the interrogation rooms. While he had no idea how his master performed her interrogations, Wes assumed that they were rather harsh and unforgiving. There’s no way someone so seemingly nice and non-nonchalant as her doesn’t show her sadistic side during interrogations. Wes was quite sure of himself as he continued along the hallway to the designated room. Wes figured he found the room since it was the only one with two guards stationed outside it. The two troopers saluted the Sith as he walked up to them.

“Lady Mutaria told us to expect you,” said the one on the left.

“She said to let you in immediately,” the second one continued.

“Good to hear, soldiers. Keep up the good work,” Wes replied, seeing no reason to anger any of the soldiers he may need in a future battle.

“Thank you, my lord,” said the one on the right.

“Enjoy the ‘interrogation’,” said the other as he snickered at the end.

“What do you mean?” questioned Wes, his curiosity piqued.

“Oh I would never spoil the surprise I’m sure Lady Mutaria has planed for you, my lord,” said the left guard. “I would tell you but I do not wish to spoil her fun and expect to survive her wrath,” he confessed to Wes.

“Yes, I see. I’ll allow this withholding of information from me just because I do believe you in that my master wants to surprise me,” Wes said as he walked past the two soldiers and into the next room. There Wes saw his master watching through a window at what he assumed was the interrogation of their Jedi prisoner. Hmm, if she’s hear then who is performing the interrogation? Before Wes could ponder on this any longer, the incoming audio from the adjacent room caught his attention.

“Noooooooooooo! Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase stooooooooooooop!” came a yell from a hoarse, female voice. “I...I c-can’t take anymoooOooooOore!” she pleaded as she panted between words. Her voice sounds off to Wes. It did not sound like she was in physical pain. She was suffering, that he could tell. If not by pain, then how else could she be suffering?

“Please, just let me finish! I neeeeeeed to finish!” begged the Twi’lek as she began another round of pleading.

“Then tell me what I want to know,” said another female voice.

“Rashel!” Wes exclaimed as his earlier question was answered.

“Finally decided to speak, apprentice?” spoke Lady Mutaria, her words let Wes know she knew he was there the entire time.

“Come, watch my dear Captain Rashel work. She will find the location of the artifact and you can finish your original mission,” she told Wes, who made his way to her side.

Wes looked through the window and was completely surprised by what he saw: the Twi’lek was completely naked and strapped to some sort of device. Her arms were spread above her head and latched firmly into place while her legs received the same treatment. Thanks to the angle she was at, Wes could clearly see her firm, C-cup breasts that her robes during their fight had hidden quite well. As his eyes traced down her body from her lovely breasts, across her smooth stomach, down to her hot sex. That is where he saw something most astonishing: a strange device was placed next to her nether regions and seemed to be vibrating on her clit. Wes could just barely make out her pink insides that contrasted quite well with her red skin as she struggled to either remove the device from her clit or to get enough stimulation to cum.

“I...I w-well neeevaaaah betraaaaaaay the R-R-Republic!” gasped the Jedi as the constant stimulation left her on edge but with no way to actually get off.

“Oh you will tell me what I want to know, Jedi, else you’ll never cum!” said the captain, a twisted smile on her face as she pulled the machine away from the padawan.

“What?! Noooooooooooo?!” cried out Alema as she saw the pleasure machine roll away from her over-stimulated clit. “You can’t just build me up like that and deny me my orgasm!” she yelled in a mix of anger, frustration, and pleasure. “I have to cum! I need to cum! Please, let me cum!” she pleaded with her torturer. Captain Reshel sood a few feet away from the suffering Twi’lek as she struggled against her bonds. Please!” she started again, tears began to form around her eyes, “I need to cum! It’s too strong!” Alema’s eyes pleaded with the Imperial officer to let her cum, but her pleads fell on deaf ears.

“You know what you must do to have me finish you off,” Reshel said in a cold, matter of fact tone. “Just tell me where the scientists fled to with that artifact and I’ll make sure you have the best orgasm of your life,” she said in a slightly softer tone.

“B-but I can’t betray the Republic!” objected Alema. “I swore an oath to protect it!” she said as she felt the tension of the orgasm start to diminish. She could slowly feel her mind return to its previous state. As she began to focus on what she had just been through for the last hour, the young Jedi padawan could not help but feel shame in how she acted. I can’t believe I asked her to let me orgasm! That’s not the way a Jedi behaves! Alema felt the shame mix with the pleasure she felt when the machine was hooked up and did not know how to think or feel about it all. The seeds of doubt on the Jedi’s Code about suppressing emotions and passion to focus on peace and serenity had formed.

“But are they here, rescuing you?” Captain Rashel asked as she gestured around the room. “No, they aren’t. They are too busy focusing on reestablishing a supply lines to the Outer Rim Worlds that we have already conquered. You mean nothing to them, Alema,” as she said this, Captain Rashel moved up next to Alema, her clothed body a clear contrast to Alema’s nudity, “but to me and my master, you could mean everything,” she said as she leaned in to whisper that last part. Her gloved hand had cupped one of Alema’s breasts and gave it a squeeze as it appeared that Rashel gently blew on the Twi’lek’s ear. A shiver ran across her body as Alema could not help but react to the stimulation she now felt.

“Of course they wouldn’t! It is far more important to secure the Outer Rim Worlds than it is to save one Jedi!” Alema told herself. That is what she believed to be true, even if she did secretly hope her master would come save her. “It will take more than this so called torture to break a Jedi!” she said in a matter of factly tone.

“Well, you may be right,” said Captain Rashel as her fingers traced along Alema’s body. “if you were a Jedi Master or perhaps even a knight,” she said as she stopped when her hands reached Alema’s pussy. “But this wet little slit here tells me that you are close to breaking, isn’t that right?” she asked as she shoved two fingers into Alema’s very wet and very sensitive snatch.

Alema said nothing but let out a very loud gasping moan. Her hips thrust against the invading fingers against her will as the additional stimulation quickly brought back the pleasure that had subsided. No, no! Don’t come back! Alena screamed at herself as she tried to suppress the emotions.

“There is no emotion, there is peace! There is no ignorance, there is knowledge!” Alema quickly started to recite the Jedi Code in hopes of stopping the pleasure before it built up again. Captain Rashel, however, would not allow it. With a quick flick of Alema’s clit as she removed her fingers, Rashel moved back to the machine and began to place it in front of the struggling Jedi padawan.

“There is no paaaaassion, there is only serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death there is the Fooooooooooooooooooooruuuuuuuuuck!” was all Alema could say as she felt the sex device once again rub against her clit, pussy, and ass. The sudden stimulation on all three points was overwhelming for the young Jedi.

“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! I’M GONNA CUM!” she could not help but let out. As soon as Captain Rashel heard those words she pulled the machine away and watched the Jedi struggle even harder than before against her bindings. “NOOOOOOOOOO! PUT IT BACK! YOU PUT THAT MACHINE BACK AND LET ME CUM, DAMMIT!” yelled Alema, whose anger at once again being denied release exploded over.

“What was that? That didn’t sound very Peaceful or harmonious, did it?” Captain Rashel taunted the padawan as she fought to keep her emotions in check.

“I...I will not break!” Alema said between heavy breaths. “There is no emotion, there is only peace,” started the padawan in an attempt to keep herself under control. Just like last time, Captain Rashel brought the machine back onto the young Twi’lek’s privates.

“Is that so? Let’s see how another treatment of this feels!” she said as she stepped back to watch what happened. Alema once again squirmed under the sex machine’s undulations, her thighs rubbing the clit stimulant in an attempt to finally orgasm.

“Th-there is no ignorance, there iiiiiiiis k-knowledge!” Alema struggled to recite the words she had built her entire life around. The pleasure that pulsated from her lower half kept interrupting her train of thought. “There is noooo paaaaasion...there is only...there is only...THERE IS ONLY PASSION!” she yelled as she gave in to the feelings and actively ground her pussy and clit against the machine.

“Ah, ah, ah!” spoke Captain Rashel as she removed the machine once again. “No cumming until I get the information I see,” she told the Jedi as she once again struggled against her bonds.

“Noooooo! Just let me cum! Let me cum and I’ll tell you everything!” begged Alema, frustration clear in her voice.

“That’s not how this works. Information first unimaginable pleasure second,” the captain informed the padawan.

“I’M GONNA BREAK FREE FROM THESE RESTRAINTS, KILL YOU, AND THEN FUCK THAT MACHINE UNTIL ITS BROKEN!” roared Alema as she once again lost control. Captain Rashel merely chuckled at the threat. Her hands once again found their way onto a tit and her pussy as Rashel moved beside her prisoner.

“Come now, just tell me what I want to know,” Rashel said as she kneaded the breast in one hand and rubbed her fingers along Alema’s slit with the other. The woman woman leaned in before she continued talking. “If you do, I’ll personally give you pleasure that you’ve never imagined,” spoke the older woman before she gave the Twi’lek’s ear a nibble. A moan escaped Alema’s lips from this new stimulation.

“I..I can’t. I swore to protect the Republic. But...” Alema trailed off as she thought about her current situation and her potential future.

“But what, my dear?” asked Captain Rashel in a soft voice as she flicked the nipple of the breast she had been fondling.

“But..ah...but the Republic won’t rescue me. I’m nothing more than a padawan. They’ve abandon me, haven’t they?” asked Alema, a hinge of fear in her voice. Rashel’s lips curved into a smile before she placed the tit into her mouth to suck and nibble on the nipple. Alema’s gasps and moans of pleasure let the experienced woman know she had the young girl right where she needed her.

“Of course they have. You are a nobody. A no name padawan that your master can easily replace. I’m sure he or she is already back on Coruscant finding a replacement for you. That is the flaw of the Jedi, they only take one apprentice to a master. But the Sith, the Sith can have multiple apprentices at once if they so choose. I’m sure the Sith Lord who commands this ship will take you on as an apprentice. All you have to do is renounce the Jedi and tell us where the scientists went. And once you do, unfathomable pleasure will be yours,” As she spoke, Captain Rashel had made her way down Alema’s body until she stood between the young girl’s legs. With her speech finished, Rashel knelt down and gave a quick lick along the padawan’s sensitive outer lips. A powerful moan and body shake ripped through the Twi’lek’s body as her final barriers were broken.

“Fine, yes! I renounce the Jedi! They have abandoned me to the Sith, who offer me pleasure! So much pleasure!” said Alema between gasps and moans of pleasure as Rashel continued her playful light licks of her very wet snatch. “Giju! The scientists fled to Giju! Just please don’t stop licking me!” cried out Alema as she gave into her passion and lust as she revealed the location of her charges.

“Good girl,” Rashel said as she stood up and wiped the juices from around her mouth.

“What?! No! You promised me release! YOU LIED TO ME!” yelled the young Twi’lek as a powerful Dark Side ripple was felt through the Force.

“Oh I plan to fulfill my promise, girl. I just want to get more...comfortable,” she said as she began to unbutton her uniform. As she continued to take off her clothes, Rashel made her way to a storage unit and opened it up. The older woman reached in and pulled out a 6 inch strap-on double ended dildo. “But I’ll be damned if you’re the only one getting pleasure!” she said as she dropped the last of her clothes and attached the strap-on.