Spoils of War (Tallie Lintra)
Kylo Ren sensed his mother being flung from the enemy capital ship as his less conflicted fellow pilots blasted a massive hole in it. He reached out to save her but she was already enveloped in the Light Side of the Force, and completely out of his reach. As the imaginary hand of his Force Manipulation was brushed aside, he sensed another body that had also been flung clear of the carnage, and which still clung to life ... female, young ... He recognised the accursed Resistance pilot Tallissan Lintra, who had caused much pain to the First Order of late. Although it was tempting to leave the chill blackness of space to finish her execution, a more pleasurable course of action occurred to him, and he brought her in and had his droids tend to her until she could receive more thorough medical aid.
Lintra floated in a medical tank, naked but for the cap which prevented her long hair from fouling the equipment, unconscious, vulnerable. Her slender beauty remained obvious despite her still-healing injuries. Ren stroked the coil of nano-cord that he held, then slapped it against his palm and turned to address the med-tech on duty at the controls.
"Is she still receiving the special treatment that I have ordered?!", he snapped.
"Y-yes, my lord!" stammered the tech, terrified of the rage that lurked perpetually within his master.
"Good, good" muttered Ren, and subsided, once more planning Lintra's awakening.
As Tallie returned to consciousness, her recent memories came flooding back, the explosion, the flame, the terrible scream of rending metal which faded as she was flung into terrifying emptiness, the air pouring out through her mouth and nose, the greyness enveloping her as she used up her last precious molecules of oxygen ...
She convulsed in fright, but her movements were brought up short. Her arms seemed glued together behind her at elbows and wrists, the same for her legs below her knees and at her ankles, the latter also pulled up to her wrists. Her mouth was full of some artificial substance, which circled her head and crossed her cheeks to knot between her teeth. She could feel her nakedness against the crisp sheets that she lay on and the cool air over the rest of her skin, except for the familiar embrace of her uniform boots from foot to mid-calf. Most humiliatingly, she felt the taut, intimate embrace of cord between her legs, her labia and buttocks parted and her clitoris violated. Who would dare?!
Her large brown eyes snapped open to see a notorious black-clad figure, holding a mirror and smirking at her.
"Of course," she thought, her heart sinking. "HE would certainly dare!"
Her appearance in the mirror confirmed her predicament, brown cord hogtying and gagging her, and wrapped around her waist and down between her legs. There was also a mysterious white knot hanging from her neck, which had been the least of her concerns up to this point. She was bemused to see her hair in its accustomed style, unlikely as that must have been after her recent experiences.
"You didn't look right with your hair in a mess, so I had it fixed as part of your treatment."
"Oh wonderful," she thought, "he can read my mind too."
"I realise that you aren't in a fit state at the moment to say Thank You for your rescue and medical treatment," he continued, merely smirking a little more broadly at her realisation, "but you're welcome anyway!"
She tried to yell "Let me go, you bastard!", but the gag muted her even more than she feared. The knot seemed stuck to her teeth, and something pressed down on her tongue. This violation of her mouth down nearly to her throat wasn't making her heave, an observation which added a new layer of apprehension to her captivity.
"No-one would hear you even were I to allow you to scream, in this special chamber, but I prefer you to only speak when I permit it." Tallie whimpered.
"I have plenty more that I want to show you, but I think that you need a bit of time to yourself to consider your situation, so ..."
The white knot unfurled seemingly by itself, and moved higher, covering her eyes and plugging her ears until she saw and heard no more. She struggled, though the effort was futile, and it was a long time before she was permitted to sleep again.
Consciousness returned fuzzily as the white nano-cord retracted. Ren loomed over her once more as she tested her bonds in vain. Two droids removed her leg bonds and hauled her upright.
"We have some tedious biological matters to get out of the way, so walk to the head or be carried."
She was half-led, half-dragged into an adjoining compartment, but still in full view of her captor. Her face burned in humiliation as her full bladder voided and a device wiped her clean. The droids carried her back and Ren offered her water.
"Speak or scream and you'll go thirsty for a long time," her said as her loosened her gag.
She drank greedily. Ren removed the tube from her mouth and asked "Anything to say?" but replaced her gag as she drew breath.
"Well, I'm not ready to hear it yet. I speak, you listen".
A bar descended and the droids untied her arms and cuffed her wrists to the bar, keeping a firm grip all the while. Despite her kicks they quickly restrained her legs to another bar. Ren re-affixed her crotch rope, then took more cord and wound it around her chest, framing and then compressing her firm breasts. He brought one strand across to rub against her nipples. Rage and terror churned within her.
"I had the med-techs make some improvements to you while you healed. They were a bit experimental, but let's see how they went. For a start, you are now much more flexible than a normal woman. Long periods in bondage won't cripple you." He paused to let that sink in.
"More importantly, your pleasure receptors are now under my control through this nano-cord. I can turn them off," a subtle numbness washed over her, "or up!"
The pressure on her nipples and clitoris transformed into the most wonderful ravishing, better than from any lover she'd ever had. She glared at him as this exquisite violation ebbed.
"The nano-cord has other tricks too," he said. The gag expanded again to fill her mouth nearly to her throat, also extending to the bar above head to completely immobilise her head. Tendrils emerged from the crotch rope to enmesh her clitoris and labia, and penetrate her vagina and anus, impossibly deep. Her breast bonds similarly ensnared her nipples. Her beautiful brown eyes widened and she flushed crimson as little sparks of pleasure flickered across all of her now hyper-sensitised intimate flesh.
"Again, I'll leave you to meditate on your situation."
Once more the white cloth covered her eyes and filled her ears, this time even extending tubes into her nostrils so that smell was also taken from her. Waves of purest pleasure were the only sensation left, and they waxed and waned, keeping her on the edge for hours, until she was finally permitted release and her back-wrenching orgasm washed her down into total darkness...
On some days Ren set her pleasure receptors to their maximum, and she was kept in continual orgasm until her body could stand no more. Others she spent in complete sensory deprivation, swaddled from head to toe, blinded, deafened, denied pleasure, a different kind of stimulation preventing her from sleeping. On the worst days, the ravishment by the nano-cord was kept at a teasing level, in waves that never quite delivered, leaving her at the end burning for release, but spreadeagled and totally incapable of achieving it. Her sense of identity began to slip away.
At the end of one such day, Ren sat her up, still bound and helpless, and began to remove her gag. She felt a sudden impulse, one last flicker of rebellion, and drove her head forward. He sprang back, clutching his face, eyes filled with rage.
"So this is how I die," she thought, but he calmed again, laughed and cupped her face in his hand.
"Not quite broken yet, then! Make no mistake, one day soon you will beg me to fuck you, and that day will be soon, but for the moment ..."
Darkness, silence and numbness enveloped her once more.