The Knights of Ren, led by their Master Kylo Ren, are sent to end a revolt in the Outer Rim. After taking a prisoner, they begin their methods to make her submit to the First Order. Will she survive? Or will the excruciating and exhausting trials le...
[Chapter TW: pain/pleasure, explicit sexual content, voyeur, force manipulation/mind influence]
Master Ren's head fell back, looking up to the ceiling and groaned. He brought those amber eyes back to meet hers, now alight with a burning fire, "We are going to have so much fun, little one." He moans as he dug his fingers deep into her hips.
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Master Ren spanked her ass, hard. The flesh rippled from the impact. He continued to increase the strength used with each hit, pausing to rub the red and tender flesh between movements. He enjoyed massaging her ass and spreading her wide for the Knights to see. He could feel their growing need, blending with his own; their desire was an insatiable beast and its hunger was mounting.
The low moans transformed into high yelps as the pain increased, she tried moving to escape the sting. Master Ren quickly grabbed her hair in one fist and her hip in the other, forcing her back onto his lap and against the thick bulge trying to break free from his pants. Pressuring her to grind back and forth against him, salacious moans flowed from her mouth only edging him to push her limits further.
Master Ren raised his voice to address his Knights, "Our little slave has a treat for us." His words hung in the air as the Knights shifted, moving to prime their muscles for the attack.
"Well, I should say a treat for me." The mischievous look that covered his face would have terrified the Captive not an hour before; but now, after seeing inside his mind, his thoughts transforming hers, all she wanted was more of his dark desire to fuel her own.
Rolling her hips to spread her wetness on his pants, she leaned down to his ear, nibbling at the shell, "Have you been good enough to deserve a treat from me?" She purred to him while rubbing her hands up and down his arms, returning his affections from earlier. "Maybe I should treat your Knights first since they were the ones that fed me." Turning to glance at the Knights sitting against the wall, she slowly slid from Master Ren's lap and sauntered towards the masked men.
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The first chair she reached was Ap'lek, his mask looked like a black skull with an elongated chin. It raised to her face as she approached and he placed his palms against his widespread thighs. She gently picked up his left hand so that she could sit where it was, wrapped his arm around herself, and rested his hand on her hip while her right arm stretched across his shoulders. Turning to face the mask, she narrowed her eyes to the holes where his were meant to be, "Thank you Ap'lek for your warm welcome and introduction earlier." She trailed her left hand down between his legs, teasing him. "I hope to return the warm welcome soon." As she firmly grasped his member, smirking at the hiss that came from his vocoder.
"You are most welcome. I look forward to it." He rasped, tightly gripping her hip, bunching her tunic in his fist.
She moved to stand, his hand still held her, keeping her from leaving. Glancing down at his hand, she pried his fingers loose and brought them to her mouth. "This will suffice for now." She took the gloved fingers in her mouth one by one, at an agonizingly slow pace before she took the three largest at once, pressed firmly against her tongue and to the back of her throat until she gagged. She pulled them from her warm mouth, spit trailing as he moved to wipe it against his groin.
