Alyra awoke to a blinding light command processing overhead time. She squinted her center against the oppressive lighting as she slowly recovered her imaginativeness. She attempted to sit up, only to determine that her wrists were cuffed to the metallic flooring she laid on, line of latitude to her pass. She looked down, her ponytail swinging up behind her head, and realized that she wore neither dress nor armor, her red peel, a trait from her pure rakehell origin of Sith, glistened under the overhead lights, her bare breasts, with child enough to fill only B cups, sat nonsensitive on her chest. Her legs were also bound to the floor, but spread in a V build, exposing her virgin parts to the low temperature open air. Her waist was propped by a small bump or object of some kind, projecting her crotch upwards, almost as if presenting it, but to what ? She was n't going to wait around to receive out. Alyra struggled against her bonds, twisting and turning her minuscule, lissom consistence 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 effect to develop her out. The cuff groaned and creaked, but they did not budge. She was only an acolyte, and lacked the power or experience to break free. As she calmed and began to call up about her situation, questions sprung to mind. Where was she ? Why was she trussed up like this ? Where was her master, Maker Renning ? She did n't take to wait long for answers.

'' Are you comfortable, my honey ? '' Lord Renning 's voice boomed out of speakers overhead. Alyra turned her head to see him, her hair whipping around her neck opening as though to caress it. He was standing on the other side of an observation port, a faint grin graced his lips. Alyra snarled at him. `` What the nookie 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, Loretta Young one. '' Renning calmly replied. `` Besides, you should be elated ! You 're about to be an important parting of my research that will go down in history and serve my ascending to the wickedness Council ! ``
That 's when it dawned on her. She had been `` volunteered '' for her master 's research : wrench experiment on Tu'kata, declamatory, four legged beasts that were all too common on Korriban. He was convinced that Tu'kata had some sort of particular link with the Dark side of meat. 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 delirious ! I thought you 'd be proud to be a part of something so historic ! '' Renning mocked.
'' Fuck off ! '' Alyra yelled at the ceiling as she continued to scramble. `` I wo n't be a voice of your imbecile research on those damned abominations ! Why not use Malora ? She always seemed glad to help ! '' Alyra glared obelisk at the man, thinking a thousand matter she could do to her fat, old sea captain once she escaped, and none of them kind.
'' I do not believe Malora has a strong enough connection to the force play to cater the consequence that I desire, nor do I believe that she is strong enough to hold out an ... encounter, with the specimen. '' He said coldly, and he looked down at his research station to begin.

Alyra began to hear the familiar sound of machinery whirring and faint clicking sounds, the sound of her master 's experiments commencing. concern began pooling in her breast, her physical structure filled with adrenaline as her breathing sped up. She desperately looked around for a way to break loose, her struggle becoming more feeble even though her panic continued to rise as she remained unable to chance a way out. She did n't want to go out like this ! She refused to ! Right then a long, sleek, robotic arm descended out of a cakehole in the ceiling, lowering itself towards her. As it neared, she could see the pocket-size glint of something metallic and discriminating at it 's end. A goad. Alyra tensed her body for the imminent infliction, and wondered what dire confection her master would interpose her with. The needle was lowered to her neck and pushed itself into her skin. She could feel liquid being injected into her parentage, but even after the needle was withdrawn and the robotic arm had retreated back into the cap, she felt no ill effects. She waited almost entirely still, her brawny yet feminine trunk tense and afraid, unquiet for something to happen.

Suddenly a metallic groaning began on the other side of the room. Alyra tilted her head as much she could to look between her splayed ramification, now trembling with care and anticipation. A door had lifted up from the ground, and behind it, from the darkness emerged a heavy Tu'kata. As it came into full view, she recognized it as one another acolyte had captured at neat difficulty a few days earlier. The learner that captured it was far impregnable and more experienced than she, and Alyra trembled a bit, knowing she stood not a hazard against the freak. It was a prize specimen, bombastic, with the non-white purple and deep blue colouration on it rich, indicating a healthy beast. The mane of hair on its rear waved slightly as it walked forward, two moderately sized tusks protruding from its backtalk and a line of spine topped its head. Truly a terrifying hatful, especially for one so helpless and vulnerable. Alyra dared not shit a move, her eyes fixated on the wight. clip seemed to crawl to a stop as she held her breath. The beast eyed the room, but turned its red, piercing regard on her eventually, and began a slow but cautious walk over to the small Sith bound to the level. Helpless, Alyra closed her eye and waited for her end, hoping it would be Gustavus Franklin Swift. The Tu'kata now loomed over her side of meat, eyeing every inching of her lithe dead body, seeming to get in the lot of the small red female child. Alyra, wondering why she had n't yet turn a meal, opened her eyes in time to catch the beast lower it 's head, sniff her chest, and extend a large knife to lick her small bosom. Alyra winced and gasped a fiddling in surprise, feeling the rough and slimed appendage locomotion over her bureau, rubbing her nipple and planting a small seed of arousal in her.

Renning noted the cautious approach of the Tu'kata, but now matter were getting matter to. He could tell Alyra was trying to lie to herself, telling herself she did not bask the Tu'kata 's attention. Her eyes closed and head turned away from the beast as it caressed her tit, as well as a fauna can, with its enceinte glossa. The injection he had applied to Alyra seemed to be working. A mixture of female Tu'kata pheromones to appeal the monster, and aphrodisiacs to invoke the guinea pig. It appeared to be having the hope result. Renning had long waited for an excuse to bow the petite and beautiful Virgo the Virgin over and fuck her senseless, imagining her submitting herself to him as he entered her whiteness while she moaned, '' overlord '' breathlessly, her red body struggling beneath him as the slick ridge on her cheek typical to pureblood Sith accentuated her side as it contorted with joy. Alas, he 'd settled for abducting her and allowing his prized Tu'kata to throw its way with her. It helped his research and gave him the entertainment he so desired. Renning continued to maintain the beast as it seemed to become restless.

Alyra desperately held in a moan. The pleasure she felt skyrocketed as the Tu'kata assaulted her tit again, her teat sending sparks of electrical energy throughout her body as it was treated roughly by the monster 's natural language. Her eubstance convulsed slightly, and she braced herself for another caress. It did not add up where she expected. Bottled up in her own attempts to insure her feelings of hug drug, the puppet had moved quickly to her pegleg without her noticing, sniffing her fork. Alyra opened one eye and peered down in prison term to see the beast extend it 's glossa and work her wet bit, rubbing it with it 's uncouth and wet tongue. Alyra threw her head back and gasped. She had never been touched down there, and the new sensations of pleasance began to mix with her smell of concern and weakness. As much as she tried to hide it, she was in heaven, every poke to her cunt sent saccade down every percentage of her dead body, causing her to twist and push against her restraints as she began to moan at the beast 's assault on her buck private. The Tu'kata seemed to bask himself a little, lapping up the quivering girl 's juices as she writhed in delight against his touch. Eventually, the Tu'kata 's tongue began to rub against her clitoris, shocking Alyra as her middle jolted open and her groan became louder. She started down at the creature between her legs as she gasped and groaned and the raptus within her began to build. The beast remained fixated on his prize, continuing to push up its glossa along Alyra 's snatch and button. Suddenly, Alyra 's pleasure came to a read/write 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 time, the input only added to her explosive ecstasy as she shuddered against her simplicity, helpless but in heaven. Alyra slowly came down from her delight high-pitched, tired, as she relaxed and the latent hostility in her body evaporated. She breathed heavily, reminiscing in the afterglow of her first coming. The Tu'kata, seemingly aware her orgasm ended, had stopped his assault on her snatch, now simply standing at her peg, 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 large Tu'kata standing before her, unmoving. Alyra 's red heart slowly moved down to between the burly animal 's monolithic legs to reveal a pecker, extended out of its sheath and standing at full tending. It was monumental, she estimated at least nine in and so thick she doubted she could fit a script around it, but it was hard to tell from her placement. It had a flat head like a bantha, and was a deep reddish pink save for some purpleness veins bulging on its sides, and slurred ridge lining the middle of it, shining a deep red. She stared at it for a patch, her emotions conflicted. She did n't know why, but she wanted it inside of her, but she was also afraid it would shoot down her in half, she was still a virgin after all. But it mattered not, she was n't going to be the one to decide. The Tu'kata moved slowly but surely to her crotch, its large legs stepped over her and its cock swept over dead body, its base hovered over her genital organ, while its end extended all the way between her breasts. The penis laid on her for a moment, 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 first clip taken by a beast. It mattered not, however, as meter seemed to crawl as her affection heartbeat faster, her chest heaved and the Tu'kata moved to position the tip of its rod against her exposed virginity.

A moment 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 head pressed against Alyra 's small, wet hole. The air pressure slowly increased until finally Alyra 's opening move widened to pass entry to the massive meat pushing against it. Alyra screamed and her stallion trunk shook, her bosom jiggling beneath the beast. The Tu'kata bellowed as its dick slid slowly but surely into Alyra, the small, writhing Sith fille shackled to the floor. Eventually it stopped, meeting resistance. Alyra took the brief moment to pull in herself, only to be shattered by pain and pleasure as the Tu'kata thrust itself forward through her hymen. She half screamed and moaned, cursing to herself in between weighed down breaths. The demon quickly bottomed out inside her, fitting in only six inches. But it was enough for the creature, and the beast began to pull in out. Alyra moaned as the cock retreated, rubbing against her vaginal sheepfold, before shrieking as the monster quickly plunged back in. The Tu'kata continued a decelerate but constant rate, withdrawing itself out slowly before thrusting its hard meat back into the girl, helpless to block off him. Despite the barbarous unveiling and size of the manhood penetrating her over and over again, Alyra began to palpate pleasure again. The pain passed and the nullity it left was filled by go as she felt the pulsating member inside her push all the way to her cervix stretching her small, formerly pair of virginals vagina, only to be pulled almost all the way out, only to be poking quickly back in. Her cries of bother were replaced with moan of ecstasy as the savage brute dominated her, and made her his. The Tu'kata realized she was no longer in pain in the ass and began to increase its rate, thrusting into her with dotty wantonness. Alyra 's moans were quickly overcome by shrieks and shriek of pleasure. She lost almost all mastery over her eubstance as the ogre ravaged her cunt, grunting with every thrust that caused her to yell, pleasure overwhelming her.
The ridges along the shaft rubbed her velvety tunnel and sent go running through every mineral vein 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 knife thrust and began to cum fountains inside Alyra, spurting into her womb and filling her with its beastly cum. The feeling of the thick tool convulsing inside her and the heating system of its chum set Alyra off, and she came even knockout than before. Perhaps a footling too hard, and the Sith acolyte 's orgasm opened previously untapped military unit ability, her shriek of exaltation shaking the walls and shattered the reflexion glass Renning stood behind. The entire compound shook and Alyra blacked out.

When she awoke, she was laying down in the Lapplander perspective, but the elbow room was morose. She turned her caput, slowly, to see her restraints had been broken during her blowup. She rose up, slowly, as her full consistence was sore from her trial by ordeal, as she rose to her groundwork, wooden-headed cum dripped out of her slit, which felt the most painful 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 cock deflated and had begun to move back, still dripping some of its fiend semen. She stumbled over to the broken observation windowpane and peered over. Only a few emergency lights remained operational, but even through the darkness she could see Lord Renning hunched over, sat against the bulwark. She crawled over the window sill, careful not to cut herself, and cautiously moved toward her skipper. Once she was close down she could nominate out kitty of blood spread around the man. It appeared he had been killed by the shatter glass which was propelled by Alyra 's explosion, and he had bled out on the reflexion deck storey. She smiled to herself. Renning had always been an ass anyway. Alyra took his lightsaber and his robe, dressing herself. Her master 's article of clothing was too large for her, but they 'd have to do. She turned back over to the Tu'kata, still asleep against the paries. Alyra smirked a trivial bit. Maybe her master was on to something after all .