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A slap brought him to his senses.
He blinked open his eyes and the first thing he saw were tendrils of green light, binding his wrists to the arms of the chair he was in. He tested them, tugging against the light and found it far sturdier than he believed.
“You still have fight in you, good,” a heavily accented voice said and his head jerked up to meet the deep brown eyes of a woman. Then they flicked to her alabaster skin and tattoos, sharp teeth showing as she gave a pleased but cruel smile.
A Zabrak.
Not only was he bound, but he had been captured by an alien .
“Let me go ,” he snarled, that cruel smile on his captor widening. “I am an agent of the Imperial Secur-”
Another slap shut him up, and he froze, eyes wide at the audacity . “You talk too much,” she said, leaning over him. Her hand grabbed his bright red hair and yanked it back, making him look up and meet her eyes. “You have intel I want, Imperial, and you will tell me what I want to know.”
“I have nothing to say to you, alien filth ,” he shot back, and she just pulled on his hair, drawing a grunt from him.
“Then this will be fun.” She let go of him and took a step back, looking him over. “It would be a shame to ruin something that looks so good.” A snap of her fingers, a flick of her wrist, and green flames consumed him.
It was not hot, and when it faded? He was naked. Utterly and completely. A strangled noise left him. “ What the hell ?!”
“Oh do not worry, I did not destroy them,” the Zabrak shrugged, gesturing to his crisp white uniform in a neat stack to the side. “But getting the intel I want will be much easier this way.”
He shook his head. “That’s not what I meant!” He tugged at the bonds again, feeling so very exposed , especially under her piercing gaze and sharp-toothed smile. Her hand grabbed his hair again and tugged .
His cock twitched, he hoped she didn’t notice.
Based on the look in her eye? She did. “Do you like that, Imperial ? Do you like pain?” She let his hair go and slapped him again, reveling in his reaction, as his blood surged to his cock. “Then this will be fun indeed.”
He couldn’t even say anything, shame filling him as his body reacted so hedonistically . He tugged at the bonds once more, knowing it would do no good but it was something to look at that wasn’t her , her sharp teeth bared and reflecting the green light of the bonds.
“Tell me, Imperial,” a tattooed hand came into his peripheral and a choked noise left him as a single finger ran up his cock, feather-light, “the base, in the mountains. Who supplies provisions?”
“Don’t touch me,” he growled, trying to make the sound threatening. It was needier than he had hoped it would be. “I have nothing to tell a Zabrak.”
She scoffed and pulled back. “I am a Nightsister of Dathomir , you imperial dog!” She snapped, moving behind him. “And if that is how you wish to play, then I will not be merciful.”
He heard her rummage through what sounded like a cloth bag, then there was a small hiss. He wasn’t sure what it was until a lance of electricity coursed through him. A strangled noise left him as his body convulsed, and he was left panting when the baton was pulled away. “ Fuck ,” he hissed, not at the pain, or rather, not just at the pain.
His cock was quite hard after the shock as well.
“Oh you like that, do you not?” She purred, the sound of the baton sizzling again. She walked in front of him to inspect her handiwork, taking in his disheveled hair, flushed skin, and heaving chest as he caught his breath after the first shock. “You enjoy pain, Imperial?” The end of the baton hovered over his skin and he felt his hair stand on end beneath it. “I’ll offer relief if you tell me who your supplier is.”
He shook his head, trying to steady his breathing and pounding heart. “Get away from me you alien filth ,” he spat, earning him another shock. He jerked against the bonds as the baton was left against him for a moment before it was pulled away, leaving him gasping again. But he got no respite before that tattooed hand grabbed his cock and started working him, smearing his leaking precum across the tip.
“Filth? Then why are you so wanting for me, hm?” She crooned, hand working him with an almost caring touch. He swallowed hard, jaw tense as he felt that familiar coil at the base of his spine. “So ready and willing to be touched by alien filth like me,” her lips were beside his ear, breath tickling the cuff.
“ Don’t- ”, he grunted, feeling that end rushing towards him. But moments before he had that blessed release she moved her hand away, leaving him leaking with hips grinding the air, searching for friction.
“I told you, Imperial,” she tsked, “I will grant you relief when you tell me who your supplier is.” She pressed a button on the baton, causing the end to crackle with another charge. “And if you do not tell me, the shock will not be so pleasant.”
He just shook his head, that edge now a distant memory, and a frown curved her dark lips. “Fine, then. I said I would not show mercy.” The baton was pressed to his flesh once more, the setting one higher than it had been.
The electricity was not the same buzz it had been, and he was left breathless once more, his heart skipping a beat with the shock. A soft grunt left him, and the Zabrak grabbed his chin to make him look at her.
“You are enjoying this too much,” she reached down and her hand stroked his cock again, another groan leaving him. “Are all Imperials such depraved animals?” She tilted her head to the side, watching his expression as his brow knit together, trying to keep his noises in.
He was just on the edge again when she pulled back once more, and instead of release, he got the baton again, but on an even higher setting. He gave a pained yell. “ Caij ! Caij Vanda!” He went limp as the baton was turned off, sweat coating him and a soft buzzing still in his veins from the shock. His heart was getting back into its usual rhythm.
His head was pulled back by that tattooed hand in his hair again. “Was that so difficult, Imperial? Was it so hard to be a good boy ?” She crooned, before letting go of him. He lost track of her as he closed his eyes, chin on his chest, letting his body rest for a moment.
A rustle before him had him opening his eyes and he was very aware of how she was kneeling in front of him. “I think such a good boy needs a reward.” Her dark eyes flicked down at how his cock twitched at the words of praise. “Do you like being called a good boy ?”
“F-fuck off,” he growled, or tried to. The sound was less menacing and more needy . Two denied orgasms and he was feeling it. He knew if she ever did more than teasing he would not last. Especially not with how her tongue felt as she licked a line up his weeping cock.
“Should I? Or will you let me reward you for being a good boy ?” She licked him again before he could say anything, the words twisting into a strangled groan. His hands gripped the armrests of the chair he was bound to in a white-knuckle grip as that tongue laved against his cock. But when her sharp teeth barely grazed against the shaft? He nearly came then and there, her grip on him and ability to identify his tell causing her to pull back.
“Have you been good enough to earn a reward?” She asked him, in the tone one would speak to a pet, but in his lust-filled haze he just nodded. Three denied orgasms and he was having issues thinking clearly. “Will you give me your patrol routes?” She asked innocently as she licked another stripe up his cock.
“ Yes , if you let me finish!” He had dropped the pretense of control. He had no awareness of anything except for her mouth on his cock. He needed more , the teasing wasn’t enough. He didn’t want it but he needed it. Every muscle in his body wanted that release, no matter who was giving it to him. “Please, please let me finish I’ll tell you what you want if you let me finish!”
The begging was pathetic . He, an agent of the Imperial Security Bureau, begging for an alien to make him cum. But by the stars he needed that release. Craved it.
Maybe she was feeling merciful, but she finally took his cock into her mouth. He groaned as her dark lips curled around him. Her cheeks hollowed, and his eyes squeezed shut as her tongue traced patterns, connecting the faint smattering of freckles. His breathing picked up as he felt that familiar coil at the base of his spine, and he hoped with everything in him she wouldn’t pull away.
He came harder than he could ever remember cumming before, stars dancing in front of his vision. All he was aware of was the molten pleasure coursing through his veins and the rush of blood in his ears. He thought a strangled cry left him, but he wasn’t sure.
When he came to, the pleasure fading, he opened his eyes to his chin being lifted by the Nightsister again, her thumb brushing his lips. “You’ve been a good boy, Imperial,” she crooned. “And now will you tell me what you know?”
No, I won’t. Get your hands off me. Get away from me you alien filth. I have nothing to say to you.
“ Yes .”
She smiled and moved behind him again. “Patrol routes, Imperial.” A piece of heavy fabric covered his eyes. “And if you behave, I’ll remove it.” Something- clothing - rustled behind him and he heard the fabric hit the floor. Then the bindings on his wrists vanished. He moved to rub them but he didn’t get the chance before his hands were grabbed and he was forced onto his knees.
His hands were guided behind his back and those bindings appeared again, then the Nightsister’s presence moved back a little- no doubt admiring her handiwork. His breathing was deafening in his ears compared to her light breaths, and he heard bare feet pad towards him. A heavy weight was then on his shoulder and he could smell her arousal from where she was offering herself.
“If you want a taste, I need a route.” She ordered, a hand going to his hair and tugging. He grunted, tongue darting out to wet his lips. He tried to move his head forward but she pulled him back. “ Routes , Imperial.”
He grit his teeth, but the scent was filling his nose, overly sensitive with the lack of vision, and he could already feel his cock twitching again. “Base of the mountain, a patrol every day around midday.” The words tumbled out of his mouth like water from an overturned glass, and he could no sooner stop them than catch spilled water with his hands.
The grip on his hair loosened. “Good boy. You may taste.” She then pushed his head forward a bit, and he stuck out his tongue obediently, a groan leaving him as it met her heat. And then she drew him in closer.
He ate her out like a man starved, unable to get enough of her. The price of this reward was steep, but he would argue it was worth it. He could just suggest to change the time of the patrols… if he survived this. With how addicting she was? He wasn’t sure he would.
She ground herself against his waiting mouth, ready and obedient for her. The hand in his hair yanked, causing pinpricks of pain that shot straight to his cock, and it wasn’t long until he was hard again. His hips rolled the best they could while he knelt, his legs pressed together to create an uncomfortable pressure.
“Enough.” She pulled his head away, and he gasped for air, able to feel her slick on his face. She hadn’t cum- her self control was impressive. She moved again, his hair being let go but then a hand on his shoulder pressed him forward, his ass in the air. With his hands behind his back, he couldn’t do anything but wait, cheek pressed to the floor.
The sound of a cap being opened was deafeningly loud, then there was some quiet. Then he felt the tip of a dildo pressed into his ass. A gasp left him, which turned into a groan the deeper it went. He couldn’t move, just take it. It wasn’t small, either. A laugh sounded above and behind him. “Does that feel good, Imperial? To be obedient and submissive to an alien ?” The dildo- strap-on- moved back and forth a little and he groaned again, the pleasure filling him.
Yes , yes it felt incredible , and the pace she set was slow enough to get him comfortable with the strap. Then, once she was confident with his status, she picked up the pace.
All thoughts left him at the pace she settled on, it feeling so damn good he would be thinking of this blissful torture for weeks. He would even argue it was made sweeter because he could do nothing but accept her, her pace, her hand cracking hard on his ass and the pain causing fire to fill his veins. His cry must have indicated he liked it, because she repeated the action.
The third slap, coupled with a deep thrust, had him spilling across the floor with a cry. He thrusted into the air as she worked him through his orgasm, before she pulled back and he collapsed to the side, breathing heavily. The bindings on his wrists vanished, and after a moment to catch his breath, he pushed the blindfold up.
His eyes immediately traced those tattoos he loved and followed them up to Merrin’s face. “Wow,” Cal breathed, not having the words to formulate his thoughts on the most intense sex he’s had. “That was… wow.” He couldn’t help his smile as she rolled her eyes. She removed the strap and joined him on the ground.
“You did well, my Jedi.” She gave him a kiss, hands cupping his cheeks. “Let me get the bacta, and I will make sure this has no lasting effects. We do not need that droid of yours inquiring about shock burns.” She moved to stand but he grabbed her hand.
“In a moment, let me take care of you first?” He asked, a hand sliding up her leg to brush her dripping heat. “Not fair that I’ve cum twice and you haven’t once.”
“Cal…” She looked at him, at his pleading expression and she couldn’t refuse him anything. “Alright, but when you are in pain, do not say I did not warn you.”
He guided her to lay on the floor, and he spread her legs and licked her heat, before he brought up his hand and sunk two fingers into her, reveling at how she moaned. He worked her with familiar movements, knowing just how fast she liked his fingers, and how hard he sucked at her clit. Her hand tangled in his hair as he devoured her, and with how keyed up she was from their little roleplay, she soon unraveled, and he lapped her clean before pulling back, wiping what he could from his beard.
“So next time it’s my turn?” He asked hopefully, watching Merrin catch her breath before pushing herself up, going to the medical kit she brought with her.
“Yes, I believe so,” she said as she knelt, applying bacta to the places she used the baton. “I rather like you in that uniform. It looks good on you.”
“Oh does it?” He closed his eyes as the cool healing effect of the bacta sank into the burns, blissful relief left in its wake. “I’ll remember that.”
Merrin put the gel away and gently tilted his head to kiss him. “You are amazing, Cal Kestis.”
Cal returned the kiss eagerly. “Love you too, Merrin.”