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A Senator's Ascension (Star Wars)	By : EnigmaticOutlander Category: Star Wars (All) > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 43953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Darkness… Darkness surrounded her. Her eyes fluttered open as she slowly awoke to reality again. Or was she? Everywhere she looked, darkness was all she could perceive. Her breathing began to grow a bit more frantic, only for sudden bright words to come across her vision.

Relax... You are safe.

This caused her to briefly relax. The words had said everything was fine, so that meant she had nothing to worry—A sudden thought came across her and she suddenly was worried again. Why was she listening to those words? Her mind slurred over these thoughts. Weren’t the words supposed to be bad? A sudden voice whispered into her ears. Strong, commanding, alluring, and oddly familiar. She couldn’t quite place it though. “No, my dear… You indeed are most safe. I want you to put aside your worry, my dear Nyxiaa.”

Nyxiaa blinked, unsure of what to make of this. Was that her name? She thought it was Pad—Suddenly her body convulsed in pain as an electrical shock ran through her body. The voice spoke again, firm and unyielding. “No… That is not your name. Your name is Nyxiaa. Do not make that mistake again, or more pain will accompany it. Do you understand?” Pad—Nyxiaa blinked before nodding slowly to the nothingness. The voice gave a chuckle. “Say it aloud my dear. Say Yes Master.” She nodded and opened her lips to meekly speak. “Y-Yes Master…” She felt the sudden caress of a hand on her lush thigh, stroking gently up to her nethers. Nyxiaa shivered suddenly as the calloused hand slipped a finger into her, digging deep and causing her toes to curl. A gentle moan escaped her as the finger slid in and out, only to let out a protesting whimper as it was pulled out.

“My dear Nyxiaa, if you desire more attention, then you must earn it. Are you willing to submit yourself to more training in exchange for my… loving caress?” She nodded vigorously at the unseen Master. He had been responsible for pleasure. She wanted more of it. The memories were hazy, but she was sure it was him who had given her all the pleasure earlier. She still felt the remnants of having felt so good from earlier. Had it been hours or days ago? She couldn’t remember. Her mind was fuzzy and every time she attempted to keep her thoughts focused on a consistent thinking about what had happened to her, it proved just out of reach. As if something was constantly snatching it away from her, always just a hint too far out of grasp. But what did it matter? She had been offered more possible pleasure, and she wanted more.

“Please, do whatever you want to me. Just make me feel good again. Like before. I’ll do anything for that to happen again, Master!” She bit her lip, waiting on the unseen presence before her to make his move. And she quivered in delight as she felt something placed on her face and she breathed in a full breath of whatever that gas was again. Her body went on overdrive again, every tiny bit of touch or sensation being ramped up to a hundred and more. The hands appeared again and grasped her breasts with a tender touch, drawing circles around her areolas in a spiral till they came to her nipples. Gently pinching ensued and caused the new slave girl to scream out in delight. One hand abandoned it’s busy work and suddenly grasped her by the throat. Nyxiaa, caught between fear and excitement, continued to moan and purr like a kitten despite the lower oxygen content entering her bloodstream. And with a sudden burst of movement, she cried out as she felt something enter her precious flower. It was unexpected, it was wonderful, and it was BIG.

Words suddenly appeared across the screen before her face, with images suddenly appearing in the background. All of them, regardless of species, were bound in place in some way. And each and every one of them were in some manner of pleasure, screaming in happiness or moaning like the little whores they were. “You are just like them. Meant to be used for a higher calling. To fulfil the desires of those around you, regardless of who they are. Because you love to give joy and in turn receive the attention you deserve. You’re a Slut. A Bimbo Fuckslut. And your duty is to serve cock.”

This was a REAL cock fucking her, causing her whole body to shake with each thrust. Her inner walls squeezed involuntarily around the visitor, coaxing it and welcoming it to its proper home. Cock deserved to make its home in her, whenever it desired. Especially when it made her feel THIS good. She cooed as she received a good hard thrust, her mouth hanging open and tongue lolling out.

Count Dooku looked down upon Senator Amidala and couldn’t help letting a smirk play across his hard face. One of his constant opponents, having foiled many of his plans in the political and diplomatic realm of the Clone Wars, lay before him in graceful defeat. If being a complete and utter slut for her enemy and being recorded whilst doing so could be called graceful. A deep melodic chuckle escaped his lips as he released her throat and grasped her by her hips. He had more pressing matters to attend to, but he wouldn’t leave till he had finished. After all, his master had stipulated he be the first to take her. At least before he handed the reins over to others to break and humiliate her further. They needed a substantial amount of footage and evidence to present to Skywalker, when the time was right.

With a deep breath and a focusing of his power, Dooku let the Force flow through him to give him the strength and speed he desired before opening his eyes and letting out a grunt of exertion as he began hammering into the Senator-turned-Slave. His cock, rock hard and girthy, penetrated deep into the newly christened Nyxiaa’s gushing pussy. She throatily mewled as her whole body lurched with each thrust, her bountiful bosom jiggling with their natural form. “Please, please don’t stop! I’m your little fuckslut and I deserve to help relieve you of your cum!” Dooku’s smirk grew into a full sardonic smile as he quietly stated. “As you wish, my dear…”

And for several long minutes after that, he relentlessly defiled her. With each minute, she gained another level of desperation. Enthusiastic begging to hoarse pleading to actual sorrow as she released she was never quite allowed to cum, nor was he allowing himself to cum. The poor thing didn’t realize to the extent that the Force was being used, preventing his and her orgasms from approaching. As he expected, under the influence of the gas concoction, she would become ravenous. Almost like a wild animal in heat, desiring nothing more then to breed, to please her Master. And what better way to implant these ideas then to keep her just ever-so-slightly away from what she desired for a little while. He would keep tuning her, like a musician with his instrument, till she was fit to burst.

He would have to make sure to send a stunning review to Dr. Vindi about his new concoction. Whilst a virologist and focused on his Blue Shadow Virus project to almost no else, he had created a wonder drug of with this inhalant Amidala was being subjected to. He’d make sure Nyxiaa got a healthy dosage of this drug for the next several days to help lay the foundation for her ascension into the perfect tool for this game of deception and lies against the Republic. His Master would be most pleased with the end result. And with that thought in mind, Dooku finally let his fine-tuned control of the Force go and let the overwhelming wave of pleasure hit both himself and Nyxiaa in one giant wave. Her sorrow turned to pure joy as she felt her mind get utterly pulverized by the wave of pleasure hitting her, built up for far longer than she ever would have voluntarily waited.

With one final slam of his hips into hers, he unleashed a torrent of built-up seed into her womb. Nearly going weak at the knees, Dooku forced himself to stay standing and pulled out of the ravished hole of the slowly-disappearing Senator Amidala. A torrent of his cum and her nectar slid out of her and dribbled down her leg and directly onto the floor of the sex dungeon. He nodded and crossed his arms behind himself as he marched up to Nyxiaa’s head. “Clean the cock you worship.” His still-hard member was thrust into her face as she blindly licked at the head of it, bobbing back and forth as best as she could to clean the entire length. Contentedly sighing, Dooku let his new little pet vigorously clean his manhood before pulling away and collecting himself.

He reached down and gently patted her on the cheek, caressing her chin. “Good girl. You’ve served your Master well.” She nodded eagerly, staring in his general direction. “Of course, Master. Please, just tell me however I can be a good little Fuckslut!” Despite her obvious exhaustion, the eagerness in her voice caused a mild little twitch in his cock. Ohhhh but he had not felt urges like this in a while it seems. Shame he wouldn’t partake of her often. “Do not worry, my dear… You will be shown the many ways you might serve us.” He turned and left, leaving her strapped to the now-horizontal x-frame she was strapped down to and walked out the door.

Outside, Asajj waited for him, her pale face flushed with desire as she peaked into the room. He nodded to her before slowly walking down the corridor. “Proceed as planned. Have the surgical units prepare their enhancements for the young Nyxiaa. She will need to be ready to be put into action within the next two weeks.” Asajj bowed her bald head, a sultry yet cruel smile on her lips. “Yesss my Master…” The young apprentice turned to stare into the room and could barely contain her desire as she pulled aside her robe to reveal the hardening shaft. Grasping the base of it, she began gently stroking as she walked in and the smallest drip of precum oozed from the pale tip. The blast door slid shut behind her with an ominous rumble and click. Further down the hall, Dooku’s smirk turned into a full-blown sneer as he felt the physical desire behind him grow exponentially. He shook his head, sighing as he left his apprentice to indulge her physical desires. After all, the Sith Code dictated “Through passion, I gain strength.” Who was he to stop her?

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