Slave to the Red Rod (Star Wars: The Old Republic)

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Vette groaned into the huge red ball gag in her mouth as her master caressed her bruised and probably purple rump, his gliding slowly over them, with just the very tips sliding alongside her pussy, never touching. She could feel herself quivering down there as she anticipated her master to touch it at any moment, giving her a spark of pleasure from the touch, yet he didn’t move his hand close enough to do it, but only just beside it. Bent over with her wrists cuffed and being held by a chain from the ceiling, Vette could do nothing as her master continued to caress her abused backside.

However, just as it seemed his hand would leave without even having touched her wet sex, with only a finger still on her, it circled around her butt once more before sliding down and gliding across her slavering pussy. Vette shivered as her lower lips were finally stimulated by her master. Vette tensed as she felt her master’s hand plant itself over her pussy, driving his fingers into her, causing Vette to groan and her hands reached to grab the chain so that she had at least something to grip as her master began to play with her. Then her master put another hand on her that slid down underneath her body, cupping one of her hanging breasts, while his fingers pinched her nipple. Vette felt her breath begin to speed up as her master began to pleasure her more, filling her head with lust as was his want.

Her eye’s half lidded, and with drool beginning to fall from Vette’s gagged mouth, Vette was feeling herself being driven closer and closer as pleasure filled her. Her hips shook and rolled at her master’s ministrations, his rough fingers seeming to find all of her favourite spots to touch her and drive her crazy with desire. Vette was pretty sure he was cheating with his force powers, seeing what she enjoyed most when he finally began to play with her after tanning her ass.

Her master chuckled in his deep voice, and began to drive his fingers into her harder. Vette moaned louder as he sped up, hitting her g-spot with while at the same time rubbing her clit and teasing her breasts, using the force on the other one that he didn’t have a hand for. The sounds of chains was the only sound other than Vette’s moans and the shlicking of fingers into her pussy that resounded in the room as Vette writhed from the sensations she was being put through. Vette’s master had her wrapped around his fingers as he continued to drive her closer and closer to ecstasy.

Vette’s breathing began to slow and her writhing did as well as she could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm as her master toyed with her. No matter what her master could bring her to orgasm in seconds as he played and toyed with her. He’d had enough time playing with her to know her spots inside and out, touching her in just the right way to bring her to the edge of climax in seconds. She was practically putty in his hands as he manipulated her body so that even if her mind was free, her body was a slave.

Whenever they were alone or even with others, so long as they weren’t in an active combat zone, Vette felt herself drawn to her master. She’d often find herself clinging onto her master and rubbing up against him when they were in their civies, her master having not only won her loyalty and dedication, but the loyalty and dedication of her body. It reacted to his very presence, causing her to blush and squirm whenever she saw him out of his armour and saw his chiseled pecs through his all to tight shirts. He knew what he was doing to her, and she was pretty sure he was doing it on purpose.

Vette ceased up, feeling herself about to… about to!

 

Vette’s world of awesome pleasure and wild ecstasy was transformed in a moment into the hard blast of pain causing her to cease up in another way as she lost control of her body, twitching and screaming through her gag as the shock collar sent lightning through her body. Despite the pain however, her master continued to press into her, just a bit, just enough for there to be pleasure to go alongside the pain as she clenched her pussy around his fingers uncontrollably.

Finally, the shocks ended and Vette was left limp. She nearly fell to her knees. There was only so much strength in her legs before she couldn’t take it any more, and her master had had her like this for a while. The fingers in her didn’t move, and were the only thing supporting her alongside her chained wrists, everything else was limp. Yet her arousal was still there, pulled away from her climax sure, but it was still there, itching to flare up once more as she wished her master would continue to pleasure her, to use her however he liked. It didn’t help that over the years she’d learned to enjoy the shocks, how despite the pain it made her nipples stand on end and wetted her pussy whenever she was shocked. She’d always been good at hiding it from everyone, everyone except for her master.

Vette’s master pulled away from her breasts and instead walked behind her, gripping her hips, as she slowly found the strength to stand on her own, rather than collapse immediately. He pulled his fingers out from her wet sex, and while she wished to whine, she couldn’t find the strength to after how he toyed with her. When she felt a thick, familiar hot rod pressing up against her pussy, her head which had fallen forward shot back up, her eyes wide and sparkling with anticipation.

Another deep chuckle, yet he didn’t thrust it in her, he didn’t plunder and take what was his. Rather he waited, and Vette whined and groaned as she did what little she could to try to convince him to use his slave, to take his pleasure with her body as she rubbed her pussy up and down his cock, slicking it with her pussy, and hopefully pleasuring him with her needy desire for his cock.

“What a needy slave,” her master said, his hands caressing her ass as he stood behind her. Vette found herself nodding vigorously, desperate for her master’s cock. She was so worked up that she likely would do anything for him at this point to finally orgasm, to finally be driven to the heights of pleasure due to him.

“You know, I like you like this, all needy and desperate. Maybe I should leave you like this for a time?” her master said and Vette froze, her eyes wide as she realised the implications. It had happened a few times before, where her master would leave her at the end of their session without finally driving her over the edge. He had an evil device he would fit on her that kept her from touching herself and finally making her cum. A steel thing called a chastity belt that a fellow Sith by the name of Darth Imperius had suggested to her master. Despite knowing that it was useless, Vette still squirmed in her restraints, and cried through her gag, begging her master use her, to fuck her, and to make her cum.

Yet, deep down, another part of Vette desperately wanted her master to lock her in the belt, to leave her horny on the ship, unable to do anything about it as her mind was filled with erotic thoughts of how her master would ravage her once he returned.

Vette moaned as she felt her master’s red cock slide along her pussy before plunging itself into her. She gave little resistance to her master, her lower lips accustomed to accepting his red rod. She felt him lean over her, his muscled bare chest, so chiseled and firm, on her back as he reached forward with his strong muscled arms.

“But I want you to be with me,” he whispered to her, and Vette shivered as his voice rumbled through her, causing her scalp to tingle while his cock drove further in as he leaned in to whisper.

“I know,” her master said as his rough hand cupped her breasts as he began to thrust into her, driving his cock into her deep as with each thus, a wave of pleasure blasted through her. Vette let out a long moan as her master rocked her world, churning her insides as she did her best to match her master’s pace, using what little leverage she had with the chain to drive herself back so that he slammed into her. Her tits, her pussy, the only thing she wished was that her master would have used a plug on her, filling her up even more so that she could be completely stuffed like half the twi’lek slave girls on Nar’Shadda likely were.

Vette was quickly reaching towards her peak as the power of her orgasm grew, and grew with each thrust. Her breathing quickened again as she felt like she was on the knife's edge again. What must have been hours of edging finally coming closer to an end, she would finally get the orgasm that she’d been chasing ever since the start of their little session. Her master had denied her thus far each time but now, she could feel it coming closer, she was nearly there, it had built up in her and, and…

Her back arched and Vette was paralyzed as an explosive orgasm ripped through her. Vette’s eyes and mouth were left wide open, and yet, Vette could not scream. Her pussy clamped down on her master’s member, squeezing down and trying to milk his cock for everything it had as her eyes rolled back, the pleasure having blasted her mind into a crater as she saw white. As she was cumming she felt her knees begin to grow weak as she felt herself barely able to hold herself up. Her master however grabbed her hips and lifted her back up, holding her up with just his own strength as he continued to fuck her, driving his cock into her slutty snatch, and with each thust a wave of ecstasy followed.

Finally, Vette’s master pulled her down one last time onto his cock with a grunt, and she felt a warm feeling fill her as he held her close. His cum pumping into her as her pussy milked him for everything he had while the two of them breathed hard from their fun. The two stayed for a few moments, catching their breath and waiting for the sensations to subside. Finally, with the force, Vette’s cuffs were undone, and she felt herself being picked up. Her master’s cock fell out of her pussy and she whined at it’s loss, to which her master simply chuckled. He carried her to his bed and placed her on it before laying down himself. Immediately, Vette turned on the bed and wrapped herself around her Sith lord lover as his arms wrapped around her as well, pulling her close.

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“Ah Sith spit, why’d you leave the gag in? I feel like my jaw’s going to fall off! You’re so buying me a butt plug for that you nerf!” Vette complained as she and her lover got off the ship. The Wrath had to hide a chuckle and a smile behind his mask.