Alyra awoke to a blinding light overhead. She squinted her eyes against the oppressive lighting as she slowly recovered her imaginativeness. She attempted to sit up, only to find that her wrists were cuffed to the metallic flooring she laid on, parallel to her promontory. She looked down, her ponytail swinging up behind her head, and realized that she wore neither clothes nor armor, her red pelt, a trait from her pure blood lineage of Sith, glistened under the command overhead sparkle, her bare breasts, large enough to fill only B cups, sat unrestricted on her chest. Her legs were also bound to the floor, but spread in a V soma, exposing her virgin contribution to the cold open air. Her waist was propped by a humble blow or target of some sorting, projecting her crotch upwards, almost as if presenting it, but to what ? She was n't going to expect around to find out. Alyra struggled against her adhesion, twisting and turning her pocket-size, lithe body and straining against her restraints in vain. She realized it was n't working, and calmed herself a bit, digging deep into herself and attempted to use the force to relegate her out. The cuffs groaned and creaked, but they did not Don Budge. She was only an acolyte, and lacked the magnate or experience to break free. As she calmed and began to think about her situation, questions sprung to heed. Where was she ? Why was she trussed up like this ? Where was her lord, Creator Renning ? She did n't have to expect long for answers.

'' Are you comfortable, my love ? '' Maker Renning 's part boomed out of utterer overhead. Alyra turned her promontory to see him, her hair whipping around her neck as though to fondle it. He was standing on the early face of an observation port, a faint grin graced his lips. Alyra snarled at him. `` What the fuck is going on ? '' She barked at him. `` Let me out of here you twisted old man ! ''
'' That 's no way to speak to your master, young one. '' Renning calmly replied. `` Besides, you should be elated ! You 're about to be an of import part of my research that will go down in history and help my ascension to the wickedness Council ! ``
That 's when it dawned on her. She had been `` volunteered '' for her master 's research : wriggle experimentation on Tu'kata, heavy, four legged beasts that were all too usual on Korriban. He was convinced that Tu'kata had some kind of particular liaison with the nighttime side. Rubbish, but he was blindly obsessed with it. Alyra began her battle anew, she would NOT be her master 's bantha fodder for whatever he had planned. `` Alyra, you do n't seem to be very excited ! I thought you 'd be proud to be a part of something so historic ! '' Renning mocked.
'' piece of ass off ! '' Alyra yelled at the ceiling as she continued to skin. `` I wo n't be a constituent of your idiotic research on those damned abominations ! Why not use Malora ? She always seemed happy to help oneself ! '' Alyra glared daggers at the man, thinking a thousand matter she could do to her fat, old master once she escaped, and none of them variety.
'' I do not conceive Malora has a strong adequate connexion to the force to provide the resultant that I desire, nor do I believe that she is strong enough to live on an ... encounter, with the specimen. '' He said coldly, and he looked down at his research station to begin.

Alyra began to learn the familiar strait of machinery whirr and syncope clicking auditory sensation, the sound of her master 's experiments commencing. Fear began pooling in her chest, her body filled with adrenaline as her respiration sped up. She desperately looked around for a way to run away, her struggle becoming more feeble even though her panic continued to go up as she remained unable to find a way out. She did n't require to go out like this ! She refused to ! right then a long, sleek, automatic arm descended out of a hole in the ceiling, lowering itself towards her. As it neared, she could see the small glint of something metallic and penetrating at it 's end. A needle. Alyra tensed her body for the impending infliction, and wondered what awful concoction her lord would inject her with. The needle was lowered to her neck and pushed itself into her hide. She could finger liquidity being injected into her blood, but even after the needle was withdrawn and the robotic arm had retreated back into the ceiling, she felt no ill issue. She waited almost entirely still, her muscular yet feminine eubstance tense and afraid, nervous for something to happen.

Suddenly a metal groaning began on the other side of the elbow room. Alyra tilted her head teacher as much she could to take care between her turn out legs, now trembling with fear and expectation. A door had lifted up from the dry land, and behind it, from the darkness emerged a orotund Tu'kata. As it came into full panorama, she recognized it as one another acolyte had captured at great difficultness a few mean solar day earlier. The apprentice that captured it was far stronger and more have than she, and Alyra trembled a bit, knowing she stood not a chance against the goliath. It was a prize specimen, large, with the dark purple and deep blue air people of color on it rich, indicating a respectable wildcat. The mane of hair on its back waved slightly as it walked forward, two moderately size tusk protruding from its mouth and a line of spines topped its pass. Truly a terrifying slew, especially for one so lost and vulnerable. Alyra dared not name a move, her oculus fixated on the creature. Time seemed to crawl to a plosive as she held her intimation. The brute eyed the room, but turned its red, piercing gaze on her eventually, and began a slow but timid walk of life over to the low Sith spring to the floor. Helpless, Alyra closed her eye and waited for her end, hoping it would be swift. The Tu'kata now loomed over her side, eyeing every inching of her lithe body, seeming to exact in the sight of the small red young woman. Alyra, wondering why she had n't yet become a meal, opened her eyes in time to look out the wildcat lower it 's straits, sniff her bureau, and extend a turgid natural language to lick her modest breast. Alyra winced and gasped a petty in surprise, feeling the rough and vile extremity travel over her chest, rubbing her mammilla and planting a humble seed of arousal in her.

Renning noted the conservative approaching of the Tu'kata, but now things were getting interesting. He could tell Alyra was trying to lie to herself, telling herself she did not savor the Tu'kata 's attention. Her eyes closed and head turned away from the fauna as it caressed her white meat, as well as a wolf can, with its large tongue. The injection he had applied to Alyra seemed to be working. A admixture of female Tu'kata pheromones to draw the goliath, and aphrodisiacs to turn on the matter. It appeared to be having the desired effect. Renning had long waited for an self-justification to crouch the petite and beautiful virgin over and fuck her senseless, imagining her submitting herself to him as he entered her purity while she moaned, '' Master '' breathlessly, her red body struggling beneath him as the silky ridges on her fount typical to pureblood Sith accentuated her face as it contorted with pleasance. Alas, he 'd settled for abducting her and allowing his prized Tu'kata to have its way with her. It helped his research and gave him the amusement he so desired. Renning continued to discover the brute as it seemed to become restless.

Alyra desperately held in a moan. The pleasance she felt skyrocketed as the Tu'kata assaulted her white meat again, her nipples sending flicker of electricity throughout her consistence as it was treated roughly by the monster 's clapper. Her body convulsed slightly, and she braced herself for another caress. It did not come where she expected. Bottled up in her own try to manipulate her touch of XTC, the fauna had moved quickly to her legs without her noticing, sniffing her crotch. Alyra opened one eye and peered down in metre to see the beast extend it 's clapper and lap up her wet snatch, rubbing it with it 's coarse and wet tongue. Alyra threw her head word back and gasped. She had never been touched down there, and the new sense datum of pleasure began to mix with her feelings of fear and impuissance. As much as she tried to hide it, she was in Shangri-la, every salt lick to her pussy sent jolts down every portion of her soundbox, causing her to twist and tug against her chasteness as she began to moan at the beast 's violation on her privates. The Tu'kata seemed to enjoy himself a petty, lapping up the quivering young lady 's succus as she writhed in pleasure against his tactile sensation. Eventually, the Tu'kata 's lingua began to rub against her button, shocking Alyra as her heart jolted open and her moans became louder. She started down at the brute between her wooden leg as she gasped and groaned and the ecstasy within her began to establish. The wildcat remained fixated on his prize, continuing to shove its lingua along Alyra 's kidnapping and clit. Suddenly, Alyra 's joy came to a head, and she convulsed and screamed as she experienced her first sexual climax. She twisted and shook, gasping and screaming as the Tu'kata licked her the unharmed time, the stimulus only added to her explosive ecstasy as she shuddered against her restraints, helpless but in paradise. Alyra slowly came down from her pleasure high, weary, as she relaxed and the stress in her body evaporated. She breathed heavily, reminiscing in the afterglow of her starting time orgasm. The Tu'kata, seemingly aware her orgasm ended, had stopped his assault on her pussy, now simply standing at her legs, its typeface covered in her cum, but it did n't seem to mind.

A few hour passed, and Alyra began to regain her specialty. She had never experienced anything like that before. As she pondered her experience, her centre drifted to the large Tu'kata standing before her, unmoving. Alyra 's red eyes slowly moved down to between the burly beast 's monolithic legs to reveal a cock, extended out of its sheath and standing at full attention. It was massive, she estimated at least nine column inch and so thick she doubted she could fit a hand around it, but it was difficult to tell from her position. It had a flat tire foreland like a bantha, and was a bass reddish pink save for some purple vena bulging on its sides, and thick ridges lining the middle of it, shining a deep red. She stared at it for a while, her emotions conflicted. She did n't know why, but she wanted it inside of her, but she was also afraid it would pull her in half, she was still a virgin after all. But it mattered not, she was n't going to be the one to adjudicate. The Tu'kata moved slowly but surely to her crotch, its with child peg stepped over her and its rooster swept over organic structure, its stand hovered over her private parts, while its end extended all the way between her white meat. The phallus laid on her for a instant, and Alyra began to panic, afraid of being torn apart by the Tu'kata 's massive manhood, and afraid of the pity of having her get-go time taken by a brute. It mattered not, however, as time seemed to crawl as her ticker metre faster, her chest heaved and the Tu'kata moved to office the tip of its rod against her exposed virginity.

A import that seemed like an timelessness passed as Alyra braced herself for the monster 's intrusion. The Tu'kata lowered itself so that it 's organic structure brushed against hers, her breasts tingled against the hide of the creature. And then it began to labour. The matted head pressed against Alyra 's minuscule, wet hole. The pressure slowly increased until finally Alyra 's opening widened to give introduction to the monumental heart pushing against it. Alyra screamed and her entire eubstance shook, her boobs jiggling beneath the wildcat. The Tu'kata bellowed as its stopcock slid slowly but surely into Alyra, the minuscule, writhing Sith young lady shackled to the floor. Eventually it stopped, meeting electric resistance. Alyra took the brief mo to gather up herself, only to be shattered by infliction and pleasure as the Tu'kata thrusting itself forward through her maidenhead. She half screamed and moaned, cursing to herself in between ponderous breaths. The monster quickly bottomed out inside her, fitting in only six inch. But it was enough for the creature, and the animate being began to deplume out. Alyra moaned as the peter retreated, rubbing against her vaginal flock, before shrieking as the monster quickly plunged back in. The Tu'kata continued a slowly but constant pace, withdrawing itself out slowly before thrusting its hard meat back into the girl, helpless to stop over him. Despite the brutal accounting entry and size of the humanness penetrating her over and over again, Alyra began to feel delight again. The hurting passed and the vacuum it left was filled by ecstasy as she felt the pulsating member inside her push button all the way to her neck stretching her humble, formerly virtuous vagina, only to be pulled almost all the way out, only to be lunge quickly back in. Her cries of painfulness were replaced with moan of raptus as the savage creature dominated her, and made her his. The Tu'kata realized she was no longer in annoyance and began to increase its pace, thrusting into her with barbaric unconstraint. Alyra 's moans were quickly overcome by shrieks and screams of pleasure. She lost almost all control condition over her body as the devil ravaged her pussy, grunting with every drive that caused her to scream, pleasance overwhelming her.
The ridges along the cock rubbed her velvety tunnel and sent XTC running through every vena of her body. After what seemed like hours of being taken by the Tu'kata 's manhood, being ravished helplessly on the floor, the Tu'kata gave one almighty thrust and began to cum fountain inside Alyra, spurting into her womb and filling her with its beastly seed. The feeling of the dense cock convulsing inside her and the heating plant of its chum salmon set Alyra off, and she came even firmly than before. Perhaps a little too hard, and the Sith acolyte 's orgasm opened previously untapped force power, her shriek of transport shaking the paries and shattered the watching glass Renning stood behind. The integral compound shook and Alyra blacked out.

When she awoke, she was laying down in the Lapp spatial relation, but the way was sullen. She turned her head, slowly, to see her restraints had been broken during her flare-up. She rose up, slowly, as her intact body was sore from her trial by ordeal, as she rose to her animal foot, thick cum dripped out of her bit, which felt the most huffy of all, and a bit wider. Alyra took in her surroundings. The Tu'kata had been knocked against the paries and laid unconscious, its monolithic stopcock deflated and had begun to lose, still dripping some of its teras come. She stumbled over to the smash notice window and peered over. Only a few hand brake lights remained in operation, but even through the darkness she could see God Almighty Renning hunched over, sat against the wall. She crawled over the window sill, thrifty not to cut herself, and cautiously moved toward her master. Once she was conclusion she could make water out pools of blood bed covering around the man. It appeared he had been killed by the shattered glass which was propelled by Alyra 's detonation, and he had bled out on the observation deck floor. She smiled to herself. Renning had always been an ass anyway. Alyra took his lightsaber and his robes, dressing herself. Her passkey 's wearable was too large for her, but they 'd give to do. She turned back over to the Tu'kata, still asleep against the wall. Alyra smirked a niggling bit. Maybe her professional was on to something after all .