Zax puts Elara in her place

Days since the start of negotiations: 57

Elara knew that Zax was talking to her, but she was having greater and greater difficulty concentrating. Ever since Zax had sent Aria over as a gift to help her relax, she had been twisted into a bunch of positions she didn’t even think were possible. Just two months ago, she didn’t even realize she liked women. Now? She couldn’t get the sweet tang of Aria’s pussy out of her head.

Unbeknownst to Elara, Aria was subtly stoking the embers of her nascent admiration for Zax into a blazing inferno of infatuation. Every night, as Aria held Elara on the precipice of climax, she would murmur seductively into her ear about the smelly cock and primal masculinity embodied by their Sith master.

She painted vivid images of his grotesque yet intimidating physique, describing how his monstrous girth would fill and stretch her to unimaginable limits. The crude words dripped from Aria's lips like sweet poison, seeping into Elara's mind and body until they became an intoxicating mantra that consumed her thoughts and dreams.

Aria didn't stop there; she further fueled Elara's obsession by emphasizing Zax's dominance. She whispered tales of how he would take control, asserting his authority in a manner that was both terrifying and exhilarating. His brutish strength would be a **** to reckon with, a testament to his pureblood superiority.

With every encounter, Elara's perception of Zax began to warp, the repulsion she once felt for him morphing into a perverse fascination. His greasy hair, once a symbol of neglect and filth, now seemed to her like a testament to his unapologetic masculinity. The fetid stench that clung to him was no longer repulsive but intoxicating, an olfactory reminder of his raw, animalistic power. His corpulent form, previously seen as grotesque, became an emblem of his dominance and strength.

Unsettling fantasies began to invade her thoughts with increasing frequency. She pictured him across the negotiation table from her - not as an adversary but taking cues from him. She imagined the rough feel of his hands gripping her hips tightly as he asserted his control over her body and mind. The thought of being bent over the table under his weight filled her with both fear and an illicit thrill.

Zax stopped talking, and looked at Elara. “Are you even paying attention to what i’m saying right now?” “…wha?” Elara said, with a bit of drool coming out of her mouth. She had been so caught up in her daydreams of pleasure she hadn’t been paying attention. Zax shook his head. “It’s clear you’ve been in your own thoughts.”

Irritation flared in Zax's eyes as he regarded Elara, her unfocused gaze and glazed expression betraying a mind that was far away, lost in the throes of her own desires. "It seems your mind is elsewhere," Zax sneered, his tone dripping with contempt. "Perhaps you need reminding of what's truly important."

Without further ado, Zax stepped closer, his imposing presence casting a shadow over Elara. He gripped her chin roughly, forcing her to meet his gaze. The intensity of his stare was like a physical ****, jolting Elara out of her reverie and back into the reality of their interaction.

"Elara, power is about acknowledging the natural hierarchy," Zax's voice slithered into her psyche, his words dripping with a perverse allure. "Look at Aria... she's nothing more than an impressionable little fucktoy. It's not belittling her; it's simply accepting her destined inferiority." His tone was nonchalant, as though he were discussing the weather rather than reducing a sentient being to a mere plaything.

"To defy nature's decree is pointless," he went on, his grotesque yet tantalizing breath assaulting her senses. "All you can do is guide them down their predestined path of servitude." His analogy was crude and degrading. "Freedom is like a plague. Given to the mindless masses, they'll wander aimlessly like feral creatures in the wilderness. They're no better than animals yearning for control... dominance." His words reeked of unabashed misogyny.

"They need a firm hand to guide them properly," he insisted, emphasizing his point by forcefully shoving a thick finger into Elara’s mouth without waiting for consent. Caught off guard, Elara could only suppress a moan as she found herself instinctively sucking on his intrusive digit. A peculiar heat surged through her body, igniting her nerves while her moral compass seemed to disintegrate beneath her.

“Look at you. At one point you might have been smarter than me. Been braver than me. But at the end, that cunt between your legs determines your fate""And let’s be frank here,” Zax drawled languidly with palpable derision in his voice. “Do you honestly think she deserves equality?" Elara started to quiver, still nursing Zax’s finger between her lips, and shook her head in denial. “Of course you don’t,” Zax growled, moving his other hand towards her throat while Elara whimpered submissively.

"Do you believe you're worthy of equality? Do you truly think you hold the answers for your people?" Zax's voice dripped with mockery as he roughly pushed Elara onto her desk, hiking up her skirt with a crude grin. His fingers found their way to her most intimate area, rubbing the sensitive bud of nerves. A moan escaped from her lips, an involuntary response that only fueled his perverse satisfaction.

As he continued his physical onslaught, Zax simultaneously launched a more insidious attack on her mind. He deftly manipulated the ****, subtly reshaping her memories and perceptions of their negotiations. He planted seeds of doubt within her, making it seem as if every successful idea had actually originated from him.

In this perverse distortion of reality, every accomplishment she had once proudly claimed was now credited to him. She was made to feel as though her presence in the room was nothing more than a burdensome waste of space, her input and insights dismissed as frivolous chatter rather than valued contributions to the discourse. The insidious manipulations of her memories worked to erode her self-assurance, making her question her competence and worthiness.

She began to see herself as a mere doll in the grand theatre of politics - pretty to look at but devoid of substance or significance. Her once vibrant voice now seemed shrill and annoying, echoing hollowly in the chambers where she had once commanded respect and attention. Her ideas, which were once hailed for their innovation and foresight, now seemed childish and naive in comparison to Zax's strategic brilliance.

The dark side's influence twisted her perception further, convincing her that she was inherently unsuited for the weighty mantle of senatorship due to her gender - that she was simply too weak-willed, too emotional, too... feminine. This cruel deception amplified Zax's perceived superiority while shrouding her in feelings of insecurity and inadequacy. It deepened his control over her psyche even more, binding her tighter within his malevolent grasp.

Elara's consciousness was drenched in a heady mix of ecstasy and ignominy. Ecstasy, as her body instinctively responded to Zax's crude but effective touch, her hips arching back against his intrusive fingers that explored her most intimate regions with an almost brutal efficiency. And ignominy, stemming from the realization of her own inadequacy as a senator.

She had been so confident, so sure of her abilities to negotiate and stand toe-to-toe against someone like Zax. But now? Now she saw the truth in all its stark reality; she was nothing more than a woman who had deluded herself into thinking she could play in the big leagues.

Her pride stung, the wounds inflicted by this harsh revelation smarting as they were salved by the perverse pleasure coursing through her veins. She felt foolish... And yet, there was something liberating about admitting it aloud.

"You're right," she gasped out between pants of pleasure and shame. Her voice echoed in the room, bouncing off the walls before reverberating back to them - a testament to her submission. "I'm... I'm just a woman who thought she could play at being senator."

The words dripped with self-derision and defeat, but also with an undercurrent of relief. She had been living a lie, trying to be something she wasn't - something she couldn't be. The weight of those expectations had been crushing her slowly until this moment of catharsis.

"I don't know what I was thinking," Elara admitted breathlessly, each word punctuated by a shudder as Zax's fingers continued their relentless **** on her senses. She clung onto him for support, both physical and emotional.

"What should I do now?" The question hung heavy in the air around them - a plea for guidance from one who had lost their way. "Please tell me!" she begged, her eyes wide and pleading as they locked onto Zax's. In that moment, Elara was no longer a senator or a negotiator - she was simply a woman looking for direction from the man who had shown her the error of her ways.