The revenche of the stormtroopers

Underneath the chrome-colored armor cast from the remains of a spaceship, I am completely naked. The smooth, cold metal surface touches every part of my body and sends tingling shivers over my skin. It is a feeling of liberation and simultaneous excitement that flows through me constantly.

The tight hold of the armor makes my breasts feel plump and sensitive, while my heart pounds wildly in my chest. Every movement, every breath reminds me how naked and I am under this metallic exoskeleton.

The shiny surface of the armor reflects the light coming from the stars of the Parnassos system, creating a dazzling spectacle that stimulates my senses. It is as if I am surrounded by an aura of eroticism and dominance, giving me a power that I utilize in my position as captain of the 1st order.

The coldness of the metal on my skin creates a pleasant tingling sensation as I feel the gentle vibration of the spaceship penetrating deep into my body. Every step I take creates a metallic clang that fills the room and reminds me how desirable and powerful I feel in this situation. It's a constant excitement that surrounds me, a constant tingling inside that drives me and heightens my senses.

The stormtroopers are furious and frustrated because they receive no sexual satisfaction, not even permission to masturbate. While they long for relaxation, I indulge in my own lust several times a day and thus achieve the fulfillment they are denied.

It is a bitter irony that I am the one wallowing in sexual fulfillment while the stormtroopers suffer in their sexual denial. Their frustration and anger at my apparent injustice escalates, and they are ready to act out their pent-up emotions in further acts of and submission.

When my stormtroopers remove my armor and leave only my helmet on, I suddenly find myself in an extremely position. I am being held prone, my body. The hands of my stormtroopers grip my body tightly, their fingers digging into my skin and leaving marks. My bare ass is stretched upwards.

As the painful blows come down across my bare ass, a searing pain jolts through me, gripping every fiber of my body. I scream out, my voice filling the entire cockpit space, mingling with my pleas for mercy. Each blow leaves red welts on my skin, which feels hot and sensitive. My body jerks under the pain as they punish me with unbridled harshness.

The blows come again and again, without ceasing, and I can feel the pain building into a crackling fire inside me. But contrary to my experience, this spanking does not arouse any pleasure in me. It is an agonizing act of submission that intensifies my cries of pain.

I beg for mercy, plead with my stormtroopers to stop, but they ignore my orders and continue their brutal game. The mixture of fear, pain and humiliation causes tears to roll down my cheeks as I am caught up in this violent display of power.

The blows echo in the cockpit, accompanied by my screams and begging. My body is an instrument of pain, at the mercy and torment of my own people who want to break my control and my will.

"Please... please stop!" I scream out between my sobs as the blows continue to rain down on my bare ass. Pain pulses through my body and I feel broken and humiliated.

But my stormtroopers ignore my pleading words and continue their cruel treatment. My body shakes with pain and despair as I humiliatingly present myself before them.

In my desperation and desire to end this torment, I whisper in a trembling voice, "Please... I... I offer myself to you. From now on... at any time... you may fuck me at will."

The words leave my lips, filled with a mixture of shame and despair. I can hardly believe the words I have just uttered. But I realize it is the only way to end this painful act of submission.

My stormtroopers pause, for a moment time seems to stand still. Their eyes fix on me while their faces are filled with a dark desire. The I have just surrendered over myself is now in their hands.