Legacy of pain (Star Wars Fetish)

[Maero]

"Well..." Titan said with mild amusement. "I suppose that will do for now. If you break your word, then you will be sent right back here, and you will get to watch the planet die anyway, so it all works out." He seems to ponder Tamwyn for a minute or so before finally saying something. "As a test of your new devotion to serving me, I want you to preform a few...tasks." He smile began to grow on his face as he spoke, clearly filled with evil intent. "First, I want you strip out of your clothing, all of it. I will have something more suitable for you soon enough."

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The man continued to fuck Luna for several long minutes, kissing and licking her face, thrusting himself deep into her again and again, his hands playing with her tits and twisting her hard nipples. Finally, after nearly an hour of relentless fucking and stimulation, the man thrust as much as he could into her and came, filling her up with his sperm. "Ahhh, that felt good didnt it my new wife?" The man smirked, kissing her neck and then slowly pulling out of her. "Are you ready to go home now?" He would then ask her.

Perhaps Luna would agree, and surrender her dreams of sith apprenticeship, trading in her light saber and force powers for the daily pleasures she was sure to receive as this man's slave wife. Or, maybe, the drugged sith apprentice would feel anger, anger at having been captured, anger at having been stripped and humiliated, anger at being drugged, anger at being raped, and even more anger still at having been forced to enjoy it. Luna had been brought to the precipice of choice, submission or fury?