Your breaking begins

FUCK! You think again. You are in a **** processing facility. And they want to train you to be a sex ****. And it is going to happen, unless Carl comes to get you, or you find a way to get out of here.

Instinctively, you bend forward, and start to struggle in the straitjacket. First, you try jerking your arms in every feasible direction, then you settle for a series of sudden pulls to try tearing the end of the arms from the rest of the material. However none of your efforts bear fruit. You also try to yank the leash out of the O-ring, but this too fails, and you find yourself panting and completely exhausted.

Dammit! You think to yourself. You want to attempt another try, however someone steps in front of your cell, turns off the forcefield, and starts unlocking your ballgag.

“Wha…” you ask, only to have his cock shown all the way inside your mouth.

First, you want to protest. But you determine you have really **** here, and you start bobbing your head up and down the shaft. After a couple of minutes, you earn a load in your mouth, then the guard locks back your ballgag, and you are left alone with your thoughts.

So this is what they are going to do to me? You ask yourself. However, you don’t have to wait long for the answer, as another guard steps in front of your cell. This time you are stood up, and he starts fucking you in your vagina. Instinctively, you would protest. But you are already wet, and with your erect nipples pointing against the material, you can’t really hide your fondness of the situation.

After the guard is done, you find yourself waiting again. And soon after another guard steps into your cell. And another. And another.

“MMMM!!!” you cry into your gag at the height of your hopelessness. Strangely, the more attention you get, the more furious you become, mainly with the circumstances, but also with yourself. Because you do like it! The galaxy needs to be saved. You need to fight the real Sith. Without you, there is a large probability that everything goes astray. But if they continue this, then you will be reduced to a willing sextoy, waiting to be bound and fucked by whoever happens to own you.

And yet the guards just keep coming. And coming. And coming.

At one point, your leash is unlocked, and you are escorted back the office where you made your decision to cooperate. The man is there just as previously. Just as Mission and Bastila. They are kneeling in front of him in their straitjackets, kissing and sucking his cock, with erect nipples and patches of semen between their legs and on their faces. Looks like they’ve discovered their submissive sides rather quickly.

You are knelt down next to them, and the man pushes his shaft to your face. Despite the suddenness, you start sucking it eagerly, and you earn a load in your mouth shortly after.

“You see, just some time of having some leisure, and you are already more cooperative,” he says, and starts locking back the ballgags in your mouths.

The guards stood you up one by one, and start escorting you out of the room.

“MMM!!” you hear Bastila struggle, but you saw her earlier, and you know this initial resistance would wear off. Eventually you are separated as you walk in the corridors, and you find yourself locked back in the exact position you were before.

And guards just keep coming. And coming. And coming.