Alyra awoke to a blinding unhorse overhead. She squinted her eye against the oppressive lighting as she slowly recovered her vision. She attempted to sit up, only to find that her wrists were cuffed to the metallic story she laid on, parallel to her chief. She looked down, her ponytail swinging up behind her head, and realized that she wore neither clothes nor armor, her red skin, a trait from her pure line of descent line of Sith, glistened under the overhead Light, her bare breasts, large enough to fill only B cupful, sat unexclusive on her chest of drawers. Her peg were also bound to the floor, but spread in a V contour, exposing her virgin parts to the cold open air. Her waist was propped by a minor extrusion or object of some sort, projecting her crotch upwards, almost as if presenting it, but to what ? She was n't going to look around to recover out. Alyra struggled against her chemical bond, twisting and turning her small, lithesome soundbox and straining against her restraint 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 break her out. The cuffs 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 cogitate about her office, motion sprung to heed. Where was she ? Why was she trussed up like this ? Where was her master, nobleman Renning ? She did n't have to wait long for answers.

'' Are you comfortable, my dear ? '' Lord Renning 's voice boomed out of speakers overhead. Alyra turned her head to see him, her fuzz whipping around her neck opening as though to caress it. He was standing on the other incline of an observation port, a faint grinning graced his lip. 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 verbalise to your master, young 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 nighttime Council ! ``
That 's when it dawned on her. She had been `` offer '' for her master 's research : curve experimentation on Tu'kata, large, four legged wolf that were all too coarse on Korriban. He was convinced that Tu'kata had some form of special connexion with the Dark slope. Rubbish, but he was blindly obsessed with it. Alyra began her struggle anew, she would NOT be her lord 's bantha fodder 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 cap as she continued to scramble. `` I wo n't be a part of your idiotic research on those anathemize abominations ! Why not use Malora ? She always seemed happy to assist ! '' Alyra glared daggers at the man, thinking a thousand things she could do to her fat, old master once she escaped, and none of them sort.
'' I do not believe Malora has a strong adequate connection to the forcefulness to allow for the results 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 enquiry station to get down.

Alyra began to get a line the comrade sound of machinery whirring and faint clicking strait, the sound of her professional 's experiments commencing. veneration began pooling in her chest, her torso filled with epinephrine as her breathing sped up. She desperately looked around for a way to get by, her struggle becoming more weak even though her panic continued to develop as she remained unable to feel a way out. She did n't require to go out like this ! She refused to ! Right then a long, sleek, robotic arm descended out of a trap in the roof, lowering itself towards her. As it neared, she could see the pocket-sized glint of something metallic and penetrating at it 's end. A needle. Alyra tensed her body for the imminent pain, and wondered what dreaded concoction her overlord would put in her with. The needle was lowered to her neck opening and pushed itself into her cutis. She could feel liquid being injected into her lineage, but even after the needle was withdrawn and the automatonlike arm had retreated back into the cap, she felt no ill effects. She waited almost entirely still, her muscular yet womanly dead body tense and afraid, anxious for something to happen.

Suddenly a metallic groaning began on the other side of the room. Alyra tilted her question as often she could to look between her splayed pegleg, now trembling with concern and prediction. A door had lifted up from the ground, and behind it, from the darkness emerged a big Tu'kata. As it came into full view, she recognized it as one another acolyte had captured at great difficulty a few days earlier. The learner that captured it was far stronger and more get than she, and Alyra trembled a bit, knowing she stood not a chance against the monster. It was a prize specimen, large, with the dark purpleness and oceanic abyss blue colors on it rich, indicating a levelheaded beast. The head of hair of hair on its rear waved slightly as it walked forward, two moderately sized tusks protruding from its mouth and a wrinkle of spines topped its head. Truly a terrorize sight, especially for one so helpless and vulnerable. Alyra dared not make a movement, her eyes fixated on the puppet. clock time seemed to cringe to a stop as she held her breath. The beast eyed the room, but turned its red, piercing gaze on her eventually, and began a sluggish but timid walk over to the small Sith bound to the floor. Helpless, Alyra closed her center 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 bring in the tidy sum of the small red girl. Alyra, wondering why she had n't yet become a meal, opened her eyes in time to take in the beast lower it 's head, sniff her breast, and protract a large tongue to lick her humble chest. Alyra winced and gasped a little in surprise, feeling the rough and wretched appendage travelling over her chest, rubbing her teat and planting a humble seeded player of arousal in her.

Renning noted the cautious glide slope of the Tu'kata, but now matter were getting occupy. He could say Alyra was trying to lie to herself, telling herself she did not enjoy the Tu'kata 's attention. Her oculus closed and head turned away from the beast as it caressed her breasts, as well as a savage can, with its tumid glossa. The injection he had applied to Alyra seemed to be working. A mixture of female Tu'kata pheromones to attract the monster, and aphrodisiacs to arouse the subject. It appeared to be having the in demand effect. Renning had long waited for an excuse to bend the petite and beautiful virgin over and hump 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 sleek ridge on her nerve 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 observe the wildcat as it seemed to go restless.

Alyra desperately held in a moan. The pleasance she felt skyrocketed as the Tu'kata assaulted her breast again, her nipples sending sparks of electricity throughout her dead body as it was treated roughly by the monster 's glossa. Her dead body convulsed slightly, and she braced herself for another caress. It did not come where she expected. Bottled up in her own attempts to control her flavor of ecstasy, the creature had moved quickly to her legs without her noticing, sniffing her genitalia. Alyra opened one eye and peered down in fourth dimension to see the beast extend it 's tongue and lick her wet snatch, rubbing it with it 's rough-cut and wet clapper. Alyra threw her foreland back and gasped. She had never been touched down there, and the new ace of pleasure began to mix with her feelings of fear and helplessness. As lots as she tried to hide it, she was in Shangri-la, every poke to her kitty-cat sent jolts down every part of her body, causing her to sophisticate and press against her control as she began to moan at the beast 's assault on her genitalia. The Tu'kata seemed to enjoy himself a little, lapping up the quivering daughter 's juice as she writhed in pleasure against his jot. Eventually, the Tu'kata 's tongue began to rub against her clitoris, shocking Alyra as her eyes jolted open and her groan became louder. She started down at the beast between her ramification as she gasped and groaned and the go within her began to build. The animate being remained fixated on his prize, continuing to thrust its tongue along Alyra 's snatch and clit. Suddenly, Alyra 's pleasure came to a head, and she convulsed and screamed as she experienced her first coming. She twisted and shook, gasping and screaming as the Tu'kata licked her the whole time, the arousal only added to her explosive ecstasy as she shuddered against her restraint, helpless but in heaven. Alyra slowly came down from her pleasure high, tired, as she relaxed and the stress in her body evaporated. She breathed heavily, reminiscing in the afterglow of her first coming. The Tu'kata, seemingly aware her sexual climax ended, had stopped his assault on her pussy, now simply standing at her legs, its cheek covered in her cum, but it did n't seem to mind.

A few minutes passed, and Alyra began to recover her effectiveness. 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 eyes slowly moved down to between the buirdly beast 's massive legs to reveal a cock, extended out of its sheath and standing at fully aid. It was monolithic, she estimated at least nine inches and so duncish she doubted she could fit a hand around it, but it was unmanageable to tell from her place. It had a savourless school principal like a bantha, and was a deep reddish pink save for some purpleness nervure bulging on its side of meat, and boneheaded ridges lining the centre of it, shining a abstruse 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 deplumate 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 fork, its large legs stepped over her and its rooster swept over physical structure, its base hovered over her crotch, while its end extended all the way between her boob. The Phallus 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 pity of having her inaugural time taken by a wildcat. It mattered not, however, as time seemed to cower as her center cadence faster, her chest heaved and the Tu'kata moved to position the tip of its rod against her exposed virginity.

A bit that seemed like an eternity passed as Alyra braced herself for the fiend 's intrusion. The Tu'kata lowered itself so that it 's body brushed against hers, her breasts tingled against the fell of the creature. And then it began to crowd. The flat head pressed against Alyra 's little, wet hole. The pressure slowly increased until finally Alyra 's scuttle widened to make entry to the monumental sum pushing against it. Alyra screamed and her entire body shook, her boobs jiggling beneath the wolf. The Tu'kata bellowed as its turncock slid slowly but surely into Alyra, the small, writhing Sith girl shackled to the level. Eventually it stopped, meeting resistance. Alyra took the abbreviated moment to collect herself, only to be shattered by painful sensation and pleasure as the Tu'kata thrust itself forward through her hymen. She half screamed and moaned, cursing to herself in between laboured breaths. The monster quickly bottomed out inside her, fitting in only six inches. But it was enough for the puppet, and the beast began to pull out. Alyra moaned as the cock 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 voiceless meat back into the girl, helpless to discontinue him. Despite the brutal entry and size of the manhood penetrating her over and over again, Alyra began to feel pleasance again. The pain in the neck passed and the nihility it left was filled by transport as she felt the pulsating member inside her button all the way to her cervix stretching her small, formerly virginal vagina, only to be pulled almost all the way out, only to be knife thrust quickly back in. Her watchword of pain were replaced with moans of ecstasy as the wolf 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 tempo, thrusting into her with wild wantonness. Alyra 's moans were quickly overcome by screaming and screams of pleasure. She lost almost all ascendancy over her body as the lusus naturae ravaged her pussy, grunting with every thrust that caused her to shout out, pleasance overwhelming her.
The ridges along the cock rubbed her velvety burrow and sent raptus running through every vein of her body. After what seemed like hours of being taken by the Tu'kata 's manhood, being ravished helplessly on the level, the Tu'kata gave one God Almighty thrust and began to cum fountains inside Alyra, spurting into her womb and filling her with its beastly semen. The tactual sensation of the midst cock convulsing inside her and the heating system of its chum set Alyra off, and she came even concentrated than before. Perhaps a footling too severely, and the Sith acolyte 's orgasm opened previously untapped force top executive, her screeching of ecstasy shaking the wall and shattered the observation chicken feed Renning stood behind. The total compound shook and Alyra blacked out.

When she awoke, she was laying down in the same perspective, but the room was sullen. She turned her promontory, slowly, to see her restraints had been broken during her outburst. She rose up, slowly, as her integral body was sore from her trial by ordeal, as she rose to her metrical unit, thickly cum dripped out of her snatch, 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 recede, still dripping some of its colossus semen. She stumbled over to the broken observation window and peered over. Only a few exigency lights remained in operation, but even through the iniquity she could see Lord Renning hunched over, sat against the wall. She crawled over the window sill, measured not to cut herself, and cautiously moved toward her lord. Once she was close down she could throw out pools of rakehell spread around the man. It appeared he had been killed by the tattered meth which was propelled by Alyra 's explosion, and he had bled out on the observation deck storey. She smiled to herself. Renning had always been an ass anyway. Alyra took his lightsaber and his gown, dressing herself. Her headmaster 's vesture 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 master was on to something after all .