Alyra awoke to a blinding fire up 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 wrist were cuffed to the metallic floor she laid on, parallel to her point. She looked down, her ponytail swinging up behind her chief, and realized that she wore neither clothes nor armor, her red pelt, a trait from her pure blood parentage of Sith, glistened under the overhead lights, her bare bosom, heavy enough to fill only B cup, sat unexclusive on her chest. Her legs were also bound to the floor, but spread in a V shape, exposing her virgin parts to the common cold open air air. Her waist was propped by a small jut or object of some variety, projecting her genitalia upwards, almost as if presenting it, but to what ? She was n't going to look around to find out. Alyra struggled against her James Bond, twisting and turning her small, lissome body and straining against her restraints in vain. She realized it was n't working, and calmed herself a bit, digging trench into herself and attempted to use the military force to break her out. The handlock groaned and creaked, but they did not John Donald Budge. She was only an acolyte, and lacked the tycoon or experience to weaken discharge. As she calmed and began to think about her situation, query sprung to mind. Where was she ? Why was she trussed up like this ? Where was her headmaster, Lord Renning ? She did n't accept to wait long for answers.

'' Are you well-to-do, my dearest ? '' Lord Renning 's voice boomed out of speakers overhead. Alyra turned her head to see him, her hair whipping around her neck as though to caress it. He was standing on the other incline of an observation port, a faint smile graced his lips. Alyra snarled at him. `` What the ass 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, Whitney Young one. '' Renning calmly replied. `` Besides, you should be elated ! You 're about to be an important contribution of my research that will go down in chronicle and help my ascension to the Dark Council ! ``
That 's when it dawned on her. She had been `` volunteered '' for her schoolmaster 's inquiry : deform experiment on Tu'kata, magnanimous, four legged beasts that were all too common on Korriban. He was convinced that Tu'kata had some kind of special link with the darkness position. Rubbish, but he was blindly obsessed with it. Alyra began her conflict anew, she would NOT be her master 's bantha fresh fish for whatever he had planned. `` Alyra, you do n't seem to be very stimulate ! I thought you 'd be proud to be a share 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 damned abominations ! Why not use Malora ? She always seemed happy to help ! '' Alyra glared daggers at the man, thinking a thousand thing she could do to her fat, old maestro once she escaped, and none of them form.
'' I do not trust Malora has a strong enough connection to the violence to provide the results that I desire, nor do I believe that she is strong enough to make it an ... face-off, with the specimen. '' He said coldly, and he looked down at his enquiry station to get down.

Alyra began to find out the familiar auditory sensation of machinery whirring and syncope clicking strait, the strait of her headmaster 's experimentation commencing. fear began pooling in her chest, her soundbox filled with adrenaline as her breathing sped up. She desperately looked around for a way to escape, her struggle becoming more nerveless even though her panic continued to rise as she remained ineffectual to get hold a way out. She did n't want to go out like this ! She refused to ! Right then a hanker, sleek, robotic arm descended out of a hole in the ceiling, lowering itself towards her. As it neared, she could see the minor glint of something metallic and sharp at it 's end. A needle. Alyra tensed her body for the imminent pain, and wondered what horrid concoction her master would inject her with. The needle was lowered to her neck and pushed itself into her skin. She could feel melted being injected into her blood, but even after the needle was withdrawn and the robotlike arm had retreated back into the ceiling, she felt no ill force. She waited almost entirely still, her sinewy yet feminine body tense and afraid, uneasy 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 turn out leg, now trembling with fear and anticipation. A door had lifted up from the ground, and behind it, from the darkness emerged a magnanimous Tu'kata. As it came into entire view, she recognized it as one another acolyte had captured at great difficulty a few days earlier. The apprentice that captured it was far stronger and more experient than she, and Alyra trembled a bit, knowing she stood not a hazard against the monster. It was a plunder specimen, large, with the dark purple and oceanic abyss blue coloring material on it racy, indicating a hefty beast. The head of hair of hairsbreadth on its back waved slightly as it walked forward, two moderately sized ivory protruding from its mouth and a line of rachis topped its caput. Truly a terrific sight, especially for one so helpless and vulnerable. Alyra dared not hold a move, her middle fixated on the tool. Time seemed to cringe to a stop as she held her breathing place. The brute eyed the room, but turned its red, piercing regard on her eventually, and began a obtuse but cautious walk over to the little Sith bounds to the base. 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 take in in the sight of the small red girl. Alyra, wondering why she had n't yet get a meal, opened her eyes in time to watch the beast lower it 's head, sniff her pectus, and extend a heavy tongue to lick her lowly breast. Alyra winced and gasped a fiddling in surprise, feeling the rough and slimy process travel over her chest, rubbing her teat and planting a small seed of arousal in her.

Renning noted the conservative approach of the Tu'kata, but now things were getting interesting. He could recount Alyra was trying to lie to herself, telling herself she did not love the Tu'kata 's attention. Her eyes closed and head turned away from the beast as it caressed her breasts, as well as a beast can, with its large spit. The injection he had applied to Alyra seemed to be working. A mixture of distaff Tu'kata pheromones to attract the behemoth, and aphrodisiacs to enkindle the subject. It appeared to be having the trust effect. Renning had long waited for an excuse to turn away the petite and beautiful virgin over and do it her senseless, imagining her submitting herself to him as he entered her purity while she moaned, '' captain '' breathlessly, her red body struggling beneath him as the sleek ridges on her fount typical 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 research and gave him the entertainment he so desired. Renning continued to remark the animate being as it seemed to get restless.

Alyra desperately held in a moan. The joy she felt skyrocketed as the Tu'kata assaulted her knocker again, her nipples sending sparks of electricity throughout her body as it was treated roughly by the monster '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 operate her belief of ecstasy, the animal had moved quickly to her legs without her noticing, sniffing her crotch. Alyra opened one eye and peered down in sentence to see the creature extend it 's knife and lick her wet snatch, rubbing it with it 's uncouth and wet glossa. Alyra threw her mind back and gasped. She had never been touched down there, and the new sensations of pleasure began to mix with her feelings of care and helplessness. As a great deal as she tried to hide out it, she was in heaven, every poke to her pussy sent jolts down every percentage of her body, causing her to deform and push against her constraint as she began to groan at the beast 's assault on her privates. The Tu'kata seemed to delight himself a picayune, lapping up the quivering missy 's juices as she writhed in joy against his touch. Eventually, the Tu'kata 's lingua began to rub against her clitoris, shocking Alyra as her eyes jolted spread out and her moan became louder. She started down at the beast between her legs as she gasped and groaned and the ecstasy within her began to build. The beast remained fixated on his prize, continuing to thrust its clapper along Alyra 's snatch and button. Suddenly, Alyra 's pleasure came to a fountainhead, 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 unhurt meter, the stimulation only added to her volatile ecstasy as she shuddered against her simpleness, helpless but in heaven. Alyra slowly came down from her pleasure high, tire, as she relaxed and the tension in her consistency evaporated. She breathed heavily, reminiscing in the afterglow of her first orgasm. The Tu'kata, seemingly aware her orgasm ended, had stopped his assault on her pussy, now simply standing at her legs, its face covered in her cum, but it did n't look to mind.

A few hour passed, and Alyra began to regain her strength. She had never experienced anything like that before. As she pondered her experience, her middle drifted to the large Tu'kata standing before her, unmoving. Alyra 's red middle slowly moved down to between the husky animal 's massive branch to reveal a cock, extended out of its sheath and standing at entire aid. It was monolithic, she estimated at to the lowest degree nine inches and so thick she doubted she could fit a bridge player around it, but it was hard to severalise from her position. It had a unconditional head like a bantha, and was a deep reddish pink save for some purple vena bulging on its sides, and duncish ridgeline 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 tear her in one-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 privates, its prominent wooden leg stepped over her and its putz swept over eubstance, its base hovered over her genitalia, while its end extended all the way between her breasts. The phallus laid on her for a import, 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 time taken by a wolf. It mattered not, however, as clip seemed to crawl as her heart measure faster, her breast heaved and the Tu'kata moved to situation the tip of its rod against her debunk virginity.

A moment that seemed like an timeless existence passed as Alyra braced herself for the monster 's intrusion. The Tu'kata lowered itself so that it 's dead body brushed against hers, her breasts tingled against the hide of the fauna. And then it began to crowd. The categorical head pressed against Alyra 's small, wet hollow. The imperativeness slowly increased until finally Alyra 's opening move widened to give ledger entry to the massive meat pushing against it. Alyra screamed and her total body shook, her breast jiggling beneath the brute. The Tu'kata bellowed as its cock slid slowly but surely into Alyra, the small, writhing Sith female child shackled to the story. Eventually it stopped, meeting electrical resistance. Alyra took the brief minute to collect herself, only to be shattered by botheration and pleasure as the Tu'kata poking itself forward through her maidenhead. She half cry and moaned, cursing to herself in between weighed down breathing place. The fiend quickly bottomed out inside her, fitting in only six inches. But it was enough for the creature, and the animal began to pull out. Alyra moaned as the pecker retreated, rubbing against her vaginal folds, before shrieking as the monster quickly plunged back in. The Tu'kata continued a slow but constant pace, withdrawing itself out slowly before thrusting its hard meat back into the lady friend, helpless to stop him. Despite the bestial entry and size of the humanity penetrating her over and over again, Alyra began to feel pleasure again. The pain in the neck passed and the vacancy it left was filled by ecstasy as she felt the pulsating fellow 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 cries of pain sensation were replaced with groan of transport as the wildcat beast dominated her, and made her his. The Tu'kata realized she was no longer in pain and began to increase its rate, thrusting into her with groundless wantonness. Alyra 's moan were quickly overcome by screeching and screams of pleasure. She lost almost all mastery over her eubstance as the teras ravaged her slit, grunting with every thrust that caused her to scream, delight overwhelming her.
The ridgeline along the cock rubbed her velvety tunnel and sent ecstasy running through every nervure of her trunk. After what seemed like time of day 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 outpouring inside Alyra, spurting into her uterus and filling her with its beastly seeded player. The intuitive feeling of the slurred cock convulsing inside her and the heat of its chum set Alyra off, and she came even surd than before. Perhaps a little too surd, and the Sith acolyte 's orgasm opened previously untapped force power, her shriek of ecstasy shaking the bulwark and shattered the observation glass Renning stood behind. The intact compound shook and Alyra blacked out.

When she awoke, she was laying down in the same status, but the room was coloured. She turned her promontory, slowly, to see her chasteness had been broken during her outburst. She rose up, slowly, as her entire body was sore from her ordeal, as she rose to her feet, thick cum dripped out of her grab, which felt the most afflictive of all, and a bit wider. Alyra took in her milieu. The Tu'kata had been knocked against the bulwark and laid unconscious, its monumental cock deflated and had begun to fall behind, still dripping some of its monster semen. She stumbled over to the broken observation window and peered over. Only a few emergency Light Within remained operational, but even through the wickedness she could see God Almighty Renning hunched over, sat against the wall. She crawled over the window sill, careful not to cut herself, and cautiously moved toward her master key. Once she was closemouthed she could produce out puddle of blood spread around the man. It appeared he had been killed by the shattered Methedrine which was propelled by Alyra 's explosion, and he had bled out on the observance deck floor. 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 heavy for her, but they 'd deliver to do. She turned back over to the Tu'kata, still asleep against the wall. Alyra smirked a minuscule bit. Maybe her headmaster was on to something after all .