The nightmare begins?

She woke up screaming in a dusty room. She had had an orgasm from a nightmare. She felt trembling, wet as never before. Nervously, she touched the family jewel on her ankle. Would she one day realize that she had never owned such a jewel before?

She got up and walked through different rooms. She found various disturbing objects: lightsabers. She found mysterious documents from a Sith Lord about his search for immortality. She found two holocrons that mysteriously flew to her. But she was in such a daze that she wasn't surprised.

Sounds of an invasion of the sanctuary made her hurry to a secret passage that mysteriously opened as she approached and closed just as mysteriously, preventing the Empire's troops from discovering her.

A shadow watched Tisha leave, very satisfied.

• Well, the essential is preserved, we will meet again, my dear. I will have fun with your body again. One day the opportunity will arise, and on that day, the master will take **** on the traitor.

He headed into the former harem. The corpses of the slaves were nothing more than mummies who had horribly agonized while waiting in vain for the master.

You have served the master well; your souls will still serve his plans through her.

His form trembled before disappearing. The stormtrooper thought he had hallucinated upon entering this gloomy place where someone had recently passed by, stealing what the emperor was looking for in his former master's secret lair. Heads were about to roll. He prayed that he would survive the condemnations.

Tisha had lost track of time. How long had she been gone? In any case, she hoped to have succeeded in her mission. Her jetbike sped under the stars, avoiding patrols and drones as if guided.

Cinda was waiting for her in her office.

• Tisha, damn it, I was scared. You've been missing for three days, and it's impossible to look for you with the Imperial troops around.

Tisha froze in disbelief.

• But no, barely a day at most, I..., I... Her body remembered and began to tremble.

Cinda took her in her arms.

• Shh, it's over, tell me what happened. Tisha looked at her. She only remembered the last few hours, her escape from the Imperial troops, vaguely the secret passage that had opened at the crucial moment.

She placed one of the holocrons on the desk, objects, crystals. The other nestled in her bag and disappeared from the two women's consciousness.

Cinda accompanied her to her room, undressed her, and saw marks on her back, but they were like whip marks that had been around for a while longer. It was strange when she came out of the bacta tank; she didn't remember any marks remaining, otherwise she would have left it there longer.

Tisha began to cry without knowing why. Cinda hugged her, feeling guilty for having traumatized her beautiful Tisha. What she didn't know was that she wasn't the cause. During the night, if she had come, she would have caught Tisha savagely pleasuring herself with a dildo, pleading:

• Oh yes, master, harder, **** me, I am yours.

A holocron hovered over her, while an anklet seemed to pulse with a nefarious life.