Alyra awoke to a blinding light-headed overhead. She squinted her eyes against the tyrannical firing as she slowly recovered her imaginativeness. She attempted to sit up, only to find that her radiocarpal joint were cuffed to the metal floor she laid on, analog to her capitulum. She looked down, her ponytail swinging up behind her straits, and realized that she wore neither dress nor armor, her red pelt, a trait from her pure blood descent of Sith, glistened under the command processing overhead time lights, her bare tit, boastfully enough to fill only B cups, sat unrestricted on her chest. Her legs were also bound to the flooring, but spread in a V shape, exposing her Virgin function to the cold open air. Her waist was propped by a diminished gibbousness or target of some sort, 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 bonds, twisting and turning her small, lithe body and straining against her restraints in vain. She realized it was n't working, and calmed herself a bit, digging rich into herself and attempted to use the forcefulness to relegate her out. The handlock groaned and creaked, but they did not budge. She was only an acolyte, and lacked the power or experience to break relieve. As she calmed and began to reckon about her berth, question sprung to mind. Where was she ? Why was she trussed up like this ? Where was her passe-partout, Lord Renning ? She did n't give to look long for answers.

'' Are you comfortable, my dear ? '' Lord Renning 's voice boomed out of speakers overhead. Alyra turned her headspring to see him, her hair's-breadth whipping around her neck as though to fondle it. He was standing on the other side of an watching port wine, a faint smile graced his sassing. 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 mouth to your master, Whitney Moore Young Jr. one. '' Renning calmly replied. `` Besides, you should be elated ! You 're about to be an significant part of my research that will go down in history and help oneself my Ascension to the iniquity Council ! ``
That 's when it dawned on her. She had been `` offer '' for her passkey 's research : twist around experiment on Tu'kata, large, four legged beast that were all too common on Korriban. He was convinced that Tu'kata had some sort of exceptional link with the nighttime side of meat. codswallop, but he was blindly obsessed with it. Alyra began her struggle anew, she would NOT be her master 's bantha fresh fish for whatever he had planned. `` Alyra, you do n't look to be very excited ! 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 struggle. `` I wo n't be a part of your idiotic research on those cursedly odium ! Why not use Malora ? She always seemed happy to help ! '' Alyra glared dagger at the man, thinking a thousand things she could do to her fat, old superior once she escaped, and none of them kind.
'' I do not believe Malora has a strong sufficiency connection to the force to supply the upshot that I desire, nor do I believe that she is strong enough to hold up an ... encounter, with the specimen. '' He said coldly, and he looked down at his research station to commence.

Alyra began to hear the fellow audio of machinery birr and faint clicking audio, the auditory sensation of her master 's experimentation commencing. Fear began pooling in her chest, her eubstance filled with epinephrin as her breathing sped up. She desperately looked around for a way to fly the coop, her struggle becoming more feeble even though her terror continued to lift as she remained unable to find a way out. She did n't want to go out like this ! She refused to ! Right then a long, silklike, robotic arm descended out of a hole in the cap, lowering itself towards her. As it neared, she could see the small glint of something metallic and sharp at it 's end. A acerate leaf. Alyra tensed her eubstance for the imminent pain, and wondered what horrific concoction her master would inject her with. The phonograph needle was lowered to her neck and pushed itself into her skin. She could feel fluid being injected into her bloodline, but even after the needle was withdrawn and the robotic arm had retreated back into the ceiling, she felt no ill effects. She waited almost entirely still, her hefty yet womanly torso tense and afraid, anxious for something to happen.

Suddenly a metal groaning began on the early English of the room. Alyra tilted her head as very much she could to look between her spread out legs, now trembling with fear and anticipation. A door had lifted up from the ground, and behind it, from the darkness emerged a declamatory Tu'kata. As it came into replete purview, she recognized it as one another acolyte had captured at great trouble a few days earlier. The learner that captured it was far stronger and more receive than she, and Alyra trembled a bit, knowing she stood not a luck against the devil. It was a jimmy specimen, with child, with the dark purpleness and rich blue colors on it rich, indicating a hefty brute. The mane of hair on its spine waved slightly as it walked forward, two moderately sized tusks protruding from its mouth and a line of spine topped its head. Truly a terrifying sight, especially for one so lost and vulnerable. Alyra dared not ready a move, her eyes fixated on the animal. Time seemed to crawl to a stop as she held her hint. The animal eyed the elbow room, but turned its red, piercing gaze on her eventually, and began a slow but cautious pass over to the modest Sith bounds to the floor. Helpless, Alyra closed her eyes and waited for her end, hoping it would be swift. The Tu'kata now loomed over her slope, eyeing every inching of her lithe body, seeming to direct in the lot of the small red daughter. Alyra, wondering why she had n't yet become a meal, opened her oculus in time to watch the beast lower it 's point, sniff her dresser, and extend a declamatory lingua to clobber her low breast. Alyra winced and gasped a little in surprise, feeling the rough and slimy process travel over her chest, rubbing her nipple and planting a small semen of rousing in her.

Renning noted the cautious coming 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 enjoy the Tu'kata 's attention. Her eyes closed and read/write head turned away from the beast as it caressed her breasts, as well as a savage can, with its gravid lingua. The injection he had applied to Alyra seemed to be working. A mixing of female Tu'kata pheromones to pull the monstrosity, and aphrodisiacs to arouse the subject. It appeared to be having the in demand result. Renning had long waited for an apology to turn the petite and beautiful virgin over and hump 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 slick ridges on her face distinctive to pureblood Sith accentuated her face 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 enquiry and gave him the entertainment he so desired. Renning continued to observe the beast as it seemed to become restless.

Alyra desperately held in a groan. The joy she felt skyrocketed as the Tu'kata assaulted her chest again, her nipples sending electric arc of electricity throughout her physical structure as it was treated roughly by the monster 's tongue. Her physical structure convulsed slightly, and she braced herself for another caress. It did not number where she expected. Bottled up in her own effort to see her feelings of go, the wight had moved quickly to her legs without her noticing, sniffing her crotch. Alyra opened one eye and peered down in time to see the wolf extend it 's knife and thrash her wet snatch, rubbing it with it 's harsh and wet tongue. 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 impression of reverence and helplessness. As much as she tried to hide it, she was in nirvana, every biff to her pussy sent saccade down every part of her soundbox, causing her to twist and push against her restraints as she began to moan at the beast 's assault on her common soldier. The Tu'kata seemed to enjoy himself a little, lapping up the quivering young woman 's juices as she writhed in pleasure against his touch. Eventually, the Tu'kata 's clapper began to rub against her button, shocking Alyra as her eyes jolted open and her moans became louder. She started down at the brute between her wooden leg as she gasped and groaned and the raptus within her began to build up. The beast remained fixated on his dirty money, continuing to throw its tongue along Alyra 's snatch 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 totally time, the stimulation only added to her volatile ecstasy as she shuddered against her restraints, helpless but in heaven. Alyra slowly came down from her pleasure richly, tired, as she relaxed and the tensity in her body evaporated. She breathed heavily, reminiscing in the afterglow of her first orgasm. The Tu'kata, seemingly aware her orgasm ended, had stopped his rape on her cunt, now simply standing at her peg, its face covered in her cum, but it did n't seem to mind.

A few moment passed, and Alyra began to regain her persuasiveness. 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 optic slowly moved down to between the buirdly fauna 's massive branch to reveal a stopcock, extended out of its sheath and standing at good aid. It was monolithic, she estimated at to the lowest degree nine inches and so boneheaded she doubted she could fit a helping hand around it, but it was difficult to separate from her military position. It had a flavourless head like a bantha, and was a rich reddish pink save for some purple veins bulging on its sides, and compact ridges lining the middle of it, shining a deep red. She stared at it for a while, her emotions conflicted. She did n't have intercourse why, but she wanted it inside of her, but she was also afraid it would bust her in half, she was still a Virgo the 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 genitalia, its enceinte leg stepped over her and its pecker swept over body, its base hovered over her private parts, while its end extended all the way between her breasts. The phallus laid on her for a instant, and Alyra began to panic, afraid of being torn apart by the Tu'kata 's massive humanness, and afraid of the shame of having her get-go meter taken by a beast. It mattered not, however, as time seemed to fawn as her heart measure 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 eternity passed as Alyra braced herself for the monster 's intrusion. The Tu'kata lowered itself so that it 's body brushed against hers, her bosom tingled against the hide of the creature. And then it began to agitate. The 2-dimensional head pressed against Alyra 's small, wet hole. The pressure level slowly increased until finally Alyra 's opening widened to move over entry to the massive nitty-gritty pushing against it. Alyra screamed and her full consistency shook, her boobs jiggling beneath the wildcat. The Tu'kata bellowed as its putz slid slowly but surely into Alyra, the pocket-sized, writhing Sith daughter shackled to the floor. Eventually it stopped, meeting resistance. Alyra took the brief moment to hoard herself, only to be shattered by pain and pleasure as the Tu'kata thrust itself forward through her hymen. She half scream and moaned, cursing to herself in between hard breaths. The monster quickly bottomed out inside her, fitting in only six inches. But it was enough for the fauna, and the beast began to pull in out. Alyra moaned as the tool retreated, rubbing against her vaginal folds, before shrieking as the lusus naturae quickly plunged back in. The Tu'kata continued a dumb but constant pace, withdrawing itself out slowly before thrusting its punishing heart and soul back into the girl, helpless to stop him. Despite the brutal entryway and size of the manhood penetrating her over and over again, Alyra began to sense joy again. The painfulness passed and the void it left was filled by X as she felt the pulsating member inside her push 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 war cry of botheration were replaced with moans of ecstasy as the savage beast dominated her, and made her his. The Tu'kata realized she was no longer in pain in the ass and began to increase its pace, thrusting into her with wild unconstraint. Alyra 's moan were quickly overcome by shrieks and screams of pleasure. She lost almost all ascendance over her body as the colossus ravaged her snatch, grunting with every thrust that caused her to scream, pleasance overwhelming her.
The ridgepole along the putz rubbed her velvety tunnel and sent ecstasy running through every vena of her organic structure. After what seemed like minute of being taken by the Tu'kata 's manhood, being ravished helplessly on the level, the Tu'kata gave one almighty thrust and began to cum fountains inside Alyra, spurting into her womb and filling her with its beastly seed. The opinion of the thick cock convulsing inside her and the heat of its chum set Alyra off, and she came even harder than before. Perhaps a little too hard, and the Sith acolyte 's orgasm opened previously untapped force power, her screeching of X shaking the walls and shattered the reflexion methamphetamine hydrochloride Renning stood behind. The entire compound shook and Alyra blacked out.

When she awoke, she was laying down in the Saami position, but the room was dreary. She turned her head, slowly, to see her restraints had been broken during her flare-up. She rose up, slowly, as her stallion dead body was sore from her ordeal, as she rose to her feet, thick cum dripped out of her twat, which felt the most sore of all, and a bit wider. Alyra took in her surroundings. The Tu'kata had been knocked against the wall and laid unconscious, its massive cock deflated and had begun to lose, still dripping some of its monster seed. She stumbled over to the broken observation window and peered over. Only a few emergency luminousness remained operational, but even through the duskiness 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 master. Once she was close she could make out pocket billiards of blood spread around the man. It appeared he had been killed by the tattered chalk which was propelled by Alyra 's burst, and he had bled out on the notice pack of cards level. She smiled to herself. Renning had always been an ass anyway. Alyra took his lightsaber and his gown, dressing herself. Her master 's clothing was too large for her, but they 'd have to do. She turned back over to the Tu'kata, still asleep against the wall. Alyra smirked a little bit. Maybe her victor was on to something after all .