Enslaved to serve

• Show me what a female dog in heat you are, Tarlon ordered, his voice low and menacing, as his fingers dug into Tisha's flesh.

She knew she had to obey, every movement calculated not to arouse his suspicions. She got to her knees, her trembling hands on the bed, and began to grind herself against him, playing the role of the submissive in heat, moaning as if possessed by his desire, begging to be possessed, to be his.

He took her by the lekku, pulled her up,

• opening her mouth

He took a tesky egg, kneaded it, and spat into her mouth, his brutal and disgusting gesture leaving Tisha ****, the warm foam sliding down her chin. Tarlon sneered, a low, menacing sound, while maintaining his firm grip on her lekku, forcing her to look him straight in the eyes.

• You like it, huh? he growled, his words laden with hatred and dominance. You like being treated like the female dog you are.

Tisha, tears in her eyes, nodded weakly, still playing her role,

• I live to serve master.

He took a multicolored, large Coriolis banana, and without mercy, he penetrated her with a brutality that made Tisha tremble. Every added inch was a sharp pain, and yet she knew she must remain silent, her role as submissive demanding total obedience. Tears now flowed freely, mingling their salt with the warm foam on her chin. Tarlon, his eyes shining with cruelty, muttered insults through gritted teeth, each word like a blade that pierced her deeper than the banana embedded inside her. She felt his hot breath against her skin, a heavy, repulsive breath, as he held her firmly, mercilessly.

• Make love to this fruit, perhaps I'll honor you if you can come with it.

Tarlon's escaped laughter, hoarse and merciless, accompanied every sudden movement he made of the fruit inside Tisha. Each inch of thrust made her gasp, but she suppressed her cries, turning them into muffled moans. Her tears had stopped flowing, replaced by a morose resignation. Tisha began to thrust back and forth, impaling herself again and again, but only managing to let herself slide halfway inside the fruit.

• To the very end, I don't want to see it stick out anymore.

Tisha's muscles tensed with each movement, her body shaking with the effort. Tarlon, his eyes bloodshot, held her tightly, his fingers digging into her shoulders like talons. Each inch pressed in was a wave of pain that threatened to overwhelm her, but she knew she couldn't bend. She closed her eyes, trying to escape to a place where the pain didn't exist, but Tarlon's voice kept bringing her back to reality. "Until you come," he repeated, each word like a crack of a whip.

Tarlon's grip on Tisha's shoulders tightened as he watched her struggle to obey his command. The coriolis banana, now wet with her love juices and the remnants of her past brutality, seemed to mock her as it protruded from his sex. He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear, and whispered, "You're going to finish this, or you're going to regret it." His voice was like a knife, cutting through the silence that had fallen over the room. Tisha's body trembled, her muscles tensed as she **** herself to move, every inch a struggle against pain and humiliation.

• Weary, he took the end of the banana and began to jerk Tisha off,

Weary, he took the end of the banana and began to jerk Tisha off, his movements becoming more and more violent as his anger mounted. Each thrust of the banana into Tisha's vagina was accompanied by an insult, and Tisha, her eyes wide with pain, felt her body break under the **** of the ****. She tried to scream, but her voice was muffled by tears and the terror that filled her.

Tarlon, his eyes bloodshot, seemed to enjoy every moan that left her mouth, and he increased his thrusts to extract even more. Tisha, however, suddenly felt her orgasm tear through her like lightning dislocating her. Tarlon screamed in victory and threw himself on top of her, leaving the banana in her vagina while he sodomized her with one thrust.

Tisha's body was drenched in sweat, every muscle tense under Tarlon's brutal ****. The banana, now slippery and almost torn from the **** of his movements, seemed to symbolize the utter humiliation to which she was subjected. Tarlon, his eyes wild with anger and domination, screamed with sadistic glee every time he penetrated her, his breath hot against her skin.

Tisha, her tears dried by the shock, felt her mind detach from her body, as if she were a spectator of her own suffering. Each blow was a blade tearing at her, but she knew she couldn't stop, couldn't show weakness; she called upon her primal Twi'lek instincts, becoming her torturer's thing.

Tarlon's fingers dug deeper into Tisha's shoulders, his nails leaving red marks on her pale skin. He held her tightly, as if she might escape, though she was too exhausted to even try to free herself. Sweat trickled down her back, mixing its musky scent with the fear emanating from her. Every movement of Tarlon's was ****, every blow a new wave of pain that threatened to overwhelm her. Tisha, her eyes closed, tried to concentrate on her breathing, but Tarlon's hot breath against the back of her neck kept bringing her back to reality.

Suddenly, he finally came inside her, with a cry of victory, "The empire always triumphs." Tarlon withdrew from her, his breath heavy and panting. He abandoned the banana inside her like trash in a trash can and went to shower. Tisha, exhausted and broken, lay on the bed, her body aching and her mind in tatters.

A slap brought her back to consciousness.

• You have fifteen minutes to join me at your mistress's, don't be late or...