You refuse

“As a Jedi Knight of the Republic, I refuse to be treated like an object,” you answer, still bound and naked as you are, with all five men in the room carefully examining your private parts.

“Well, I tried,” the man says, shrugging his arms. “Guards: get them in the deprivation suits.”

For seconds, you stay motionless, following the guards with your eyes as they circle around you with a measuring tape, then they take three black full body suits out of the boxes, made of latex or something similar. You recognize two giant dildos embedded between their legs, and you tense, but alas, it is too late, and one of them is raised in front of you. The men remove your ankle cuffs and step you into the eleven inch heels, then the the two dildos are inserted deeply inside you “MMMM!!!”. The straps holding your arms are removed, and your hands are placed into the straitjacket. The end of the arms are locked tightly behind you, and you receive an additional strap between your forearms to further restrict your movement. The hood gets locked on your head, with the whole thing zipped together from your buttock to the top of your head. The hood has dildo gag attached to it, now inserted in your mouth. Strangely, your mind couldn’t process it before, but the hood has no openings for your eyes, so you will have to go on blind going forward. Your hair was also fastened together, and now ends in a ponytail outside the hood.

“What a waste,” one of the guards says, and you get a firm slap on your ass.

“MMMM!!!” you try to protest, wiggling your arms in the straitjacket, but the men just laugh, seeing your pitiful efforts. You recall you’ve seen clamps running through the legs, and now you feel them getting locked together, making you incapable of any meaningful step.

You keep wiggling your arms, despite the hopelessness, but you get raised to someone’s shoulders, and you get carried away, hearing Missions’s and Bastila’s muffled sounds behind you.

After a few minutes, you get placed in somewhere, probably a tube, and you can hear the door slam shut in front of you. You tense for a second, thinking it couldn’t get any worse. Only to recognize additional clamps latching onto the suit, seemingly on their own, and you find yourself incapable of even reaching the tube’s walls.

“MMMMM!!!” you protest. Then you shudder as the tube begins to descend down rapidly, even making a couple turns. Then it suddenly stops, your body getting yanked against the clamps, and you recognize you arrived to your destination.

You expect something to happen. But there is nothing. Only silence.

You recall the man’s words: “...many of us here would lock you into an encasement suit, and throw you into the depths of our most secure prisons.” And you start to panic, wiggling your arms and throwing your body against the clamps.

And then the two dildos begin to vibrate.

“MMMMMM!!!” you moan.

And they keep vibrating...

And vibrating...

And vibrating...

“MMMMMMMMMMM!!!!” You keep struggling for hours, trying to do all you can, and keep enduring orgasm after orgasm from your tormentors. You only stop when you are muscles are no longer able to do move, silently enduring the vibrations. Then you continue after some time, only to have the same outcome. Despite that, you try again. And again. And again. And again.

At night, you recognize a tasteless fluid inserted in your mouth. You recall the presence of a clamp attached to the dildo. Now you see that it is a tube. You keep gulping up the fluid until there is nothing left. Then you continue to struggle, moving your hips in circular motions as the vibrations keep rippling through your body. But deep down you know there is nothing you can do.

As you keep struggling time slowly passes...

And it passes...

And it passes...

At first, you keep count of the days, with the thought of two servings per day, but eventually you lose count. As your body is locked in place, your mind keeps going, forever at the height of the sensations. You start imagining things. Even talking to yourself in a way, your lips moving around the dildo.

You begin to accept many things. Even like them. The only thing your mind rejects is the idea of spending the rest of your life in this tube, enduring the vibrations. The galaxy needs saving. This is just part of the breaking in method. I will be a good slut, and in return they will keep me out of here.

But despite these thoughts, time just keeps passing...

And passing...

And passing...

And the dildos keep vibrating...

And vibrating...

And vibrating...

BAD END: LOCKED UP FOR GOOD.