Legacy of pain (Star Wars Fetish)

[Maero]

The sith smirked as Tamwyn begged him to release her, even going so far as to call him master. "Hmmm, you broke awfully quick Jedi. I will consider it." He then sat there and let her suffer at least three more falls before he laughed and stood up.

"Very well, I will let you off, but on three conditions. One, you must follow every order I give you. Two, you must not speak unless spoken to. Three, you will accept all punishments for breaking these rules. I want to here you repeat and agree to each one. I wont let you off until you do." He then waited, more than willing to let her pass out on the stun baton if she did not comply.

Meanwhile, her body would be coursing with energy, the shock after shock leaving trace amounts of electricity flowing through her, burning her muscles, searing her nerves.

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Opening he door, Luna would find another small room, this one looking more like a micro kitchen with a small circular table set in the center. The Zeltron Slave sat there, a bowl of soup in front of her, and another waiting with a vacant chair opposite her. "Hello mistress." she said with a bow of her head. "I have prepared a meal for you. Please sit and eat." She bade.