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The guards threw me into a pool of water and foam, where maids washed me and prepared me for what was to come.

The maids, with expert hands, turned me over like a rag doll, their nails scraping my skin still imbued with their master's pungent scent.

The steaming water turned cloudy around me, tinged pale gold, while a matron mechanically parted my thighs and poured a jet of perfumed liquid over them that burned like fire.

"She's still bleeding from Her Majesty's last game," one murmured, trailing a finger over a still-raw wound.

I bit my lip; they knew how to repair my body almost as well as strength, but their contempt was as painful as a scalpel they would plunge into my soul. Their fingers, their tongues, became merciless; every inch of my body was visited, inspected like an animal, to the point where I began to gasp with pleasure, with shock, with a touch of pain.

Their hands slid along my hips, their nails digging pink furrows into my still-sensitive flesh. One of them leaned her face close to the hollow of my neck, her warm breath laden with the sweet scent of crushed berries.

"Stand up straight," she murmured, grasping the back of my neck with a firm grip, while another poured icy water over my shoulders, making me shiver with surprise.

Slowly, she moved down to my innermost core and began to wash my vagina roughly, drawing moans from me. With a natural sponge, she penetrated my innermost core; her hand disappeared inside. I moaned; I felt as if she were treating me like a vessel to be cleaned.

• Let me do it or I'll stop sparing you ; you'll have reason to scream then.

I gritted my teeth as the rough sponge scraped my inner walls, each stroke drawing a mixture of pain and pleasure that made me tremble. Her fingers moved up sharply, tracing a wet path along my stomach before sinking again—deeper this time, until my nails scratched the bottom of the tub.

"Look how she's arching," a maid sneered, holding my thighs apart, her thumbs digging into my inner thighs.

Now she was pounding me, but my body was begging for more; she tightened her fist inside my vagina, pounding it mercilessly.

• Don't damage her, but make sure she remembers it forever.

I felt her knuckles scrape my walls in a circular motion, each rotation tearing a hoarse sound from my throat. His fingers curled into an even tighter fist, and the air left my lungs with a wet gasp. The surrounding maids giggled as my toes curled against the marble floor, my heels slipping in the thick foam.

One of them suddenly plunged a hand into my hair, pulling my head back until my neck arched over the edge of the tub.

• Let's wash your anus too.

Before I could comprehend his hand pushing into my anus, I screamed. This time, they both pushed their hands in, devastating me mercilessly.

In unison, they shoved their fists into my vagina and anus, trying to push them in as far as they could, reaching almost to the elbow before hitting the bottom. They laughed, impressed, but impaled me mercilessly, going back and forth.

I gasped, my muscles contracting violently around their forearms, as if my body were desperately trying to expel them or swallow them deeper, I couldn't tell.

I had a total orgasm, my limbs escaping my control, seeking release from these merciless assaults, but they continued, gripped by an orgiastic madness.

My stomach heaved in convulsive waves under their assaults, each movement of their arms buried inside me shaking my bones like a drum. The maid to my left snickered as a trickle of saliva fell from my gaping mouth, my lolling tongue quivering in time with their thrusts.

"Look how her little belly is deforming," one of them murmured, placing a cold hand on my distended abdomen, her fingers digging into the soft flesh to feel the outline of their fists colliding inside me.

Coming to their senses, they realized they were going to ravage me, and Emperor Palpatine didn't like his toys damaged. Fortunately, I felt I was going to lose consciousness.

A dull ringing filled my ears as my eyelids fluttered, the light from the holotorches dancing in blurred halos. One of the maids removed her fist from my stomach with a wet sound, and I felt my insides close in a painful spasm, like a wound being stitched up too quickly.

She thus freed my anus.

• Lick, clean your filth,

she put her hand, which had a nauseating odor, in front of my mouth, she pulled my hair so that I wouldn't try to slip away. Weary of the struggle, I stretched out my tongue, their gazes observing me like a monstrosity. She thus freed my anus: "Lick, clean your filth." She put her hands, which had a nauseating odor, to my mouth, pulled my hair so that I wouldn't try to slip away. Weary of the struggle, I stretched out my tongue, their gazes observing me like a monstrosity.

The wet, salty flesh of her fingers crushed my tongue, the acrid taste of my own body mingling with the sweat and rancid soap.

I held back my nausea, but I applied myself. I was the emperor's whore, not a mere servant; no challenge was beyond my reach, but I admit that the taste of the concoction she had removed was in my top ten dislikes.

The skin on my lips shrank from the disgusting bitterness, each lick of her stained fingers burning like acid. A shiver of disgust ran down my spine as a trickle of drool mixed with digestive juices ran down my chin. "Deeper, you bastard," the maid growled, roughly shoving three fingers down my throat. My esophagus convulsed around the intrusion, my eyes filled with tears that streamed down my scarlet cheeks.

Finally I ended up even more bruised than before, they finished washing me and putting on my makeup for what was next, they seemed to know what awaited me but nothing made them reveal a clue, they put a collar around my neck, bracelets on my wrists and ankles, nipple clamps were placed with small bells on my breasts before covering my eyes with a hood that also prevented me from hearing, they made me move forward on all fours pulling on the chain to guide me.