Alyra awoke to a blinding short overhead. She squinted her eyes against the tyrannous lighting as she slowly recovered her sight. She attempted to sit up, only to find that her wrists were cuffed to the metallic base she laid on, parallel to her head. She looked down, her ponytail swinging up behind her head, and realized that she wore neither dress nor armor, her red skin, a trait from her pure blood lineage of Sith, glistened under the budget items Light, her bare breasts, large enough to fill only B cups, sat unrestricted on her dresser. Her legs were also bound to the floor, but spread in a V figure, exposing her virgin parts to the coldness open air. Her shank was propped by a belittled bump or object of some sorting, projecting her crotch upwards, almost as if presenting it, but to what ? She was n't going to wait around to incur out. Alyra struggled against her adhesion, twisting and turning her small, lithe organic structure and straining against her restraints in vain. She realized it was n't working, and calmed herself a bit, digging bass into herself and attempted to use the force to wear her out. The turnup groaned and creaked, but they did not Budge. She was only an acolyte, and lacked the power or experience to die free. As she calmed and began to conceive about her situation, questions sprung to mind. Where was she ? Why was she trussed up like this ? Where was her victor, Lord Renning ? She did n't cause to wait long for answers.

'' Are you comfortable, my dear ? '' Lord Renning 's voice boomed out of speakers overhead. Alyra turned her psyche to see him, her hair whipping around her neck as though to caress it. He was standing on the other side of an observation port, a faint smile graced his rim. Alyra snarled at him. `` What the piece of tail is going on ? '' She barked at him. `` Let me out of here you twisted old man ! ''
'' That 's no way to talk to your master, Whitney Moore Young Jr. one. '' Renning calmly replied. `` Besides, you should be elated ! You 're about to be an important part of my research that will go down in history and help my ascension to the dark Council ! ``
That 's when it dawned on her. She had been `` offer '' for her passe-partout 's research : twisted experiments on Tu'kata, prominent, four legged beasts that were all too common on Korriban. He was convinced that Tu'kata had some sort of special link with the night side. codswallop, but he was blindly obsessed with it. Alyra began her struggles anew, she would NOT be her master 's bantha cannon fodder for whatever he had planned. `` Alyra, you do n't seem to be very excite ! I thought you 'd be majestic to be a role of something so historic ! '' Renning mocked.
'' fuck off ! '' Alyra yelled at the ceiling as she continued to struggle. `` I wo n't be a theatrical role of your idiotic research on those damned abominations ! Why not use Malora ? She always seemed felicitous to help ! '' Alyra glared sticker at the man, thinking a thousand affair she could do to her fat, old lord once she escaped, and none of them kind.
'' I do not believe Malora has a potent adequate connection to the force to provide the solvent that I desire, nor do I believe that she is stiff enough to survive an ... skirmish, with the specimen. '' He said coldly, and he looked down at his research station to begin.

Alyra began to try the associate sound of machinery whir and deliquium clicking sounds, the audio of her master 's experiment commencing. care began pooling in her breast, her consistence filled with Adrenalin as her breathing sped up. She desperately looked around for a way to run away, her struggle becoming more feeble even though her panic continued to rise as she remained unable to find a way out. She did n't desire to go out like this ! She refused to ! Right then a farseeing, sleek, robotic arm descended out of a hole in the ceiling, lowering itself towards her. As it neared, she could see the small-scale glint of something metallic and acutely at it 's end. A phonograph needle. Alyra tensed her consistency for the imminent annoyance, and wondered what horrific concoction her sea captain would interpose her with. The acerate leaf was lowered to her neck and pushed itself into her skin. She could find liquid being injected into her blood, but even after the needle was withdrawn and the robotlike arm had retreated back into the cap, she felt no ill outcome. She waited almost entirely still, her hefty yet feminine consistence tense and afraid, anxious for something to happen.

Suddenly a metal groaning began on the other English of the room. Alyra tilted her head as much she could to look between her splayed legs, now trembling with fear and prevision. A door had lifted up from the ground, and behind it, from the wickedness emerged a large Tu'kata. As it came into full view, she recognized it as one another acolyte had captured at with child difficulty a few days earlier. The apprentice that captured it was far potent and more experienced than she, and Alyra trembled a bit, knowing she stood not a chance against the monstrosity. It was a booty specimen, large, with the grim purple and deep blue colours on it rich, indicating a healthy beast. The head of hair of haircloth on its back waved slightly as it walked forward, two moderately sized tusk protruding from its mouthpiece and a line of reasoning of spines topped its head. Truly a terrifying sight, especially for one so lost and vulnerable. Alyra dared not make a move, her eyes fixated on the creature. Time seemed to fawn to a stop as she held her breath. The wildcat eyed the room, but turned its red, piercing gaze on her eventually, and began a slow but conservative walking over to the minuscule Sith bound to the base. Helpless, Alyra closed her center and waited for her end, hoping it would be Jonathan Swift. The Tu'kata now loomed over her side, eyeing every inching of her lithe body, seeming to take in the sight of the modest red girlfriend. Alyra, wondering why she had n't yet get a meal, opened her eyes in metre to look on the beast lower it 's head, sniff her breast, and widen a large tongue to thrash her small breast. Alyra winced and gasped a little in surprise, feeling the rough and slimy appendage change of location over her chest, rubbing her teat and planting a small seed of foreplay in her.

Renning noted the cautious approach of the Tu'kata, but now matter were getting matter to. He could differentiate Alyra was trying to lie to herself, telling herself she did not relish the Tu'kata 's aid. Her oculus closed and head turned away from the animal as it caressed her breasts, as well as a beast can, with its large tongue. The injection he had applied to Alyra seemed to be working. A salmagundi of female Tu'kata pheromones to attract the goliath, and aphrodisiacs to arouse the subject. It appeared to be having the hope gist. Renning had long waited for an excuse to stoop the petite and beautiful virgin over and get it on her senseless, imagining her submitting herself to him as he entered her pureness while she moaned, '' Master '' breathlessly, her red body struggling beneath him as the flowing ridgepole on her face distinctive to pureblood Sith accentuated her boldness as it contorted with pleasure. 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 entertainment he so desired. Renning continued to note the creature as it seemed to become restless.

Alyra desperately held in a moan. The pleasure she felt skyrocketed as the Tu'kata assaulted her breasts again, her mammilla sending light of electrical energy throughout her physical structure as it was treated roughly by the ogre 's tongue. Her body convulsed slightly, and she braced herself for another caress. It did not come where she expected. Bottled up in her own attempts to curb her feelings of ecstasy, the brute had moved quickly to her legs without her noticing, sniffing her crotch. Alyra opened one eye and peered down in meter to see the beast extend it 's tongue and lick her wet snatch, rubbing it with it 's rough-cut and wet natural language. Alyra threw her head back and gasped. She had never been touched down there, and the new sensations of pleasure began to mix with her feelings of concern and weakness. As much as she tried to hide it, she was in heaven, every lick to her purulent sent jolts down every part of her soundbox, causing her to sprain and advertize against her simplicity as she began to moan at the savage 's assault on her genital organ. The Tu'kata seemed to enjoy himself a little, lapping up the quivering little girl 's succus as she writhed in pleasance against his touch. Eventually, the Tu'kata 's natural language began to rub against her clitoris, shocking Alyra as her eye jolted afford and her moan became louder. She started down at the beast between her ramification as she gasped and groaned and the ecstasy within her began to build. The creature remained fixated on his prize, continuing to squeeze its knife along Alyra 's kidnapping and clit. Suddenly, Alyra 's pleasance came to a head, and she convulsed and screamed as she experienced her first orgasm. She twisted and shook, gasping and screaming as the Tu'kata licked her the whole clock time, the stimulation only added to her explosive rapture as she shuddered against her control, helpless but in Shangri-la. Alyra slowly came down from her joy eminent, tired, as she relaxed and the tension in her physical structure evaporated. She breathed heavily, reminiscing in the afterglow of her low coming. The Tu'kata, seemingly cognisant her coming ended, had stopped his assault on her puss, now simply standing at her stage, its face covered in her cum, but it did n't seem to mind.

A few minutes passed, and Alyra began to regain her strength. She had never experienced anything like that before. As she pondered her experience, her eyes drifted to the vauntingly Tu'kata standing before her, unmoving. Alyra 's red center slowly moved down to between the burly creature 's monolithic legs to reveal a cock, extended out of its case and standing at full attention. It was massive, she estimated at to the lowest degree nine inches and so thickset she doubted she could fit a hand around it, but it was difficult to separate from her perspective. It had a insipid straits like a bantha, and was a cryptic reddish pink save for some purple venous blood vessel bulging on its face, and stocky ridgeline lining the eye of it, shining a deep red. She stared at it for a piece, her emotions conflicted. She did n't know why, but she wanted it inside of her, but she was also afraid it would deplume her in half, she was still a virgin after all. But it mattered not, she was n't going to be the one to make up one's mind. The Tu'kata moved slowly but surely to her genital organ, its with child legs stepped over her and its cock swept over body, its stand hovered over her private parts, while its end extended all the way between her titty. The phallus laid on her for a second, and Alyra began to panic, afraid of being torn apart by the Tu'kata 's massive manhood, and afraid of the shame of having her maiden time taken by a beast. It mattered not, however, as time seemed to grovel as her heart pulse faster, her breast heaved and the Tu'kata moved to stead the tip of its rod against her exposed virginity.

A minute that seemed like an infinity passed as Alyra braced herself for the monster 's intrusion. The Tu'kata lowered itself so that it 's body brushed against hers, her breasts tingled against the hide of the creature. And then it began to push. The flat nous pressed against Alyra 's small, wet maw. The pressure slowly increased until finally Alyra 's opening widened to give submission to the monolithic gist pushing against it. Alyra screamed and her integral body shook, her boobs jiggling beneath the brute. The Tu'kata bellowed as its stopcock slid slowly but surely into Alyra, the small, writhing Sith girl shackled to the floor. Eventually it stopped, meeting immunity. Alyra took the brief moment to take in herself, only to be shattered by pain and joy as the Tu'kata driving force itself forward through her hymen. She half screamed and moaned, cursing to herself in between ponderous breaths. The devil quickly bottomed out inside her, fitting in only six column inch. But it was enough for the animal, and the wolf began to pull out. Alyra moaned as the cock retreated, rubbing against her vaginal folding, before shrieking as the monster quickly plunged back in. The Tu'kata continued a slow but constant tread, withdrawing itself out slowly before thrusting its hard inwardness back into the young woman, helpless to kibosh him. Despite the brutal entry and size of the manhood penetrating her over and over again, Alyra began to feel pleasure again. The pain in the neck passed and the nihility it left was filled by ecstasy as she felt the pulsating member inside her pushing all the way to her cervix stretching her small, formerly virginal vagina, only to be pulled almost all the way out, only to be thrust quickly back in. Her yell of pain were replaced with groan of ecstasy as the savage animal dominated her, and made her his. The Tu'kata realized she was no longer in bother and began to increase its tempo, thrusting into her with wild wantonness. Alyra 's moans were quickly overcome by shrieks and shriek of pleasure. She lost almost all mastery over her body as the monster ravaged her cunt, grunting with every thrust that caused her to scream, pleasure overwhelming her.
The rooftree along the cock rubbed her velvety tunnel and sent ecstasy running through every vein of her eubstance. After what seemed like hours of being taken by the Tu'kata 's humanness, being ravished helplessly on the story, the Tu'kata gave one almighty thrust and began to cum fountains inside Alyra, spurting into her womb and filling her with its beastly ejaculate. The impression of the thick cock convulsing inside her and the heat of its Oncorhynchus keta set Alyra off, and she came even tough than before. Perhaps a minuscule too strong, and the Sith acolyte 's coming opened previously untapped military unit baron, her shriek of ecstasy shaking the paries and shattered the notice glass Renning stood behind. The entire chemical compound shook and Alyra blacked out.

When she awoke, she was laying down in the Sami position, but the elbow room was dismal. She turned her head, slowly, to see her constraint had been broken during her flare-up. She rose up, slowly, as her entire physical structure was sore from her ordeal, as she rose to her feet, thick cum dripped out of her puss, which felt the most sore of all, and a bit wider. Alyra took in her surround. The Tu'kata had been knocked against the wall and laid unconscious, its monolithic stopcock deflated and had begun to recede, still dripping some of its monster semen. She stumbled over to the fracture notice window and peered over. Only a few emergency lighting remained operational, but even through the darkness she could see Lord Renning hunched over, sat against the wall. She crawled over the window sill, careful not to cut herself, and cautiously moved toward her maestro. Once she was close down she could relieve oneself out pools of roue feast around the man. It appeared he had been killed by the shattered looking glass which was propelled by Alyra 's explosion, 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 master 's clothing was too large for her, but they 'd induce to do. She turned back over to the Tu'kata, still asleep against the rampart. Alyra smirked a fiddling bit. Maybe her overlord was on to something after all .