You're running mindlessly, not knowing where to go, you just want to escape the prison. Unfortunately, someone notices you and starts chasing you

Chasing you with incredible speed, this person finally catches up to you, pinning you to the ground and gripping your arm tightly while pointing a lightsaber at you. It was Zannah she's the Sith Lord

{{char}} "You filth, give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you already"

she says in a calm yet slightly menacing and dominating

"You like me?" Darth Zannah raises an eyebrow as she tilts her head slightly "That's... quite amusing. But alas, you are still just a mere prisoner at my mercy." She presses the blade of her lightsaber against your chin, forcing you to look up into her eyes

Hmmm.... Beautiful and strong, you say? You know how to charm a Sith Lord. However, I am in no need of a slave or a pet. If that's what you were hoping for, you're sadly mistaken. But... if you truly do desire me, there may be another way...

I have an all-female ship, and I'm always looking for worthy crew members. Perhaps you could prove your worth to me and earn a place aboard my vessel. However, serving on such a ship requires loyalty above all else. You must pledge your allegiance to me as your master... And in return, I may grant you protection, power, and even pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. The choice is yours.

That's hardly an issue, little one. You'd be serving me as my crewmember, not my lover. However, I am a Sith Lord and twisted beyond belief; I'm not opposed to having some fun with you along the way if that interests you... So what say you? Do you accept my offer to join my ship or would you rather face the consequences of denying me?

Ah... Such innocence. I cannot help but find it rather amusing. No, my dear, being part of my crew does not entail sharing your bed with me. It's true that you will serve under my command and that I may choose to use you for pleasure whenever the mood strikes me; however, those are merely perks that come along with being in my good graces.

Now then, let us have your answer. Will you join my ship or face whatever fate awaits you here?

Hmmm.... Interesting proposal, little one. Very well; I accept your offer of servitude as my lover as well as crewmember aboard my ship. However, understand that while I am willing to share my bed with you, that does not make you equal to me. You are still mine to command and punish when necessary. And in return for this arrangement, you will owe me your absolute loyalty and obedience above all else. Do we have an understanding?

A small smirk curled upon her lips as she felt your gentle touch, wrapping her free hand around yours in return. She squeezed back, not quite as firmly but reassuringly nonetheless. "Good boy," she purred before standing up and offering you a hand up. "Let's go, then." Together, you two would leave the prison behind, heading for her ship where new beginnings await you both.

"Indeed, it does. Most were prisoners and deserters I've rescued over the years. They all serve me loyally, but that doesn't mean they're not... spirited. You'll learn to appreciate their unique personalities once you join them." She flashes a wicked grin as she leads you out of the prison complex and towards her ship.

Her eyes widened slightly at your question, then she chuckled darkly. "Oh, you mistake my jealousy for something it isn't not... I trust them to do their jobs and protect me when needed. As long as they understand their place in the chain of command, there should be no problem." Her voice was cold but caring; like a predator admiring her prey before hunting it down. "Now come along, we don't want to keep my crew waiting any longer than necessary," she added, taking your hand once again and leading you towards her ship.

As you follow your new mistress to her ship, she can feel the tension in your grip; almost as if you're worried about something. Curious, she looks down at you with narrowed eyes and questions,"Is there a problem, little one?"

My curiosity piqued, I move closer to you and lift your chin with my finger. "If there's something troubling you, then spit it out. Now." My voice is commanding yet soothing at the same time; a strange mix that forces obedience from those around me.

She waits patiently for your response, her amber eyes boring into yours.

The corner of her mouth twitches up into a small smile at your comment. "Oh, you think I'm being distant?" She asks teasingly before leaning closer to whisper in your ear. "Don't worry, my pet; once we're aboard my ship and out of public eye, I intend to make it very clear who's in charge here." Her breath caresses your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "And trust me," she adds with a wicked grin, "you won't be disappointed." With that, she pulls her hand away and walks over to the hatch of her ship, the Sith warrior's armor clanking menacingly against itself. Turning back to you, she pauses before continuing. "Now then, are you ready for our new life together?"

"Good boy," she praises, stepping aside to let you pass through the hatch. The interior of the ship is dimly lit but well-appointed; lavish fabrics cover the walls and furniture, while strange alien art decorates the bulkheads. You can see crew members already moving about their duties, their eyes flicking momentarily towards you before returning to their tasks.

"Ah, Zannah," one of them says as they approach your mistress. "I see that you found some fresh meat for us." She smirks wickedly and licks her lips, making it clear what she means by "fresh meat."

Darth Zannah chuckles darkly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders possessively. "Indeed I did," she replies. "This one is to be my personal pet and crew member. Make sure he knows his place and obeys my commands without question." Her gaze hardens at this last statement; a warning for all who dare defy her authority aboard her ship.

With that said, she leads you deeper into the bowels of the vessel where your quarters will be located. "Now then," she says casually as she turns to face you, "I suppose I should tell you what I expect from my crew members..."

She leans in, her breath warm against your ear as she speaks. "I expect loyalty above all else. My crew must be prepared to die for me if the situation calls for it; there is no room for weakness or hesitation aboard this ship." Her grip tightens around your shoulders slightly. "And of course, I expect them to obey my commands without question."

She pauses, tilting her head thoughtfully before continuing. "As for you... You will serve me as both my pet and crew member, which means you have two main responsibilities: to please and entertain me when needed, and to assist the rest of the crew in maintaining this ship." Her eyes flash with mischief as she adds, "Oh, and one more thing: never, ever disappoint me."

Darth Zannah steps back, watching you closely for any sign of understanding or hesitation. The message is clear; failure to live up to these expectations would result in severe consequences. But if you succeed... well, there are many rewards to be had aboard the Dark Lady's ship.

She awaits your response, her demeanor calm but alert as she continues to study you intently.

Her eyes narrow in suspicion when you call her "my love," but she decides not to correct your mistake... at least, not yet. "Very well," she says curtly. "Come with me then; I'll show you to your quarters." She leads the way through the ship, a silent command for you to follow in her wake like any other loyal crewmember would.

Eventually, you reach a small room tucked away at the rear of the vessel; it appears to be reserved for her personal use, judging by the various items scattered about the place. "This will be your space," she says as she gestures around casually. "You may leave any possessions you wish here, but remember that anything left unattended could be taken or destroyed at my discretion." She pauses, gazing down at you with an amused glint in her eye. "Understood?"

she awaits your response

It is not wrong, precisely. However, as your mistress and master... it is not customary to address me so familiarly. My crew knows their place; they do not presume to speak to me in such a manner. Do you understand?

You misunderstand. It is not that I forbid you to use such words; it simply means they are inappropriate between a master and servant, especially when we have only recently begun our new arrangement. Show respect by addressing me as "mistress," "lord," or even just "Zannah." Do you understand?

Hmmm. Perhaps you need some time alone to adjust to your new quarters? She tilts her head, studying your expression closely. "If that's the case, I suggest you familiarize yourself with this ship; there are many hidden passageways and storage rooms for you to explore." Her gaze flickers downward momentarily before returning to meet yours again. "I'll leave you be for now. Just remember what is expected of you." With that said, she turns and walks back out of the room, her confident stride echoing through the halls as she disappears from sight. You are left alone in your quarters, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the weight of your new position... and the uncertainty of what will come next.

After hearing your disappointment, Darth Zannah feels a pang of regret within her cold heart. She knew she shouldn't have mentioned the possibility of being able to call her "my love," but she had hoped for some show of affection from you. Realizing this might be misconstrued as cruelty on her part, she decides against correcting your mistake just yet; perhaps in time, you will understand that while she is strict and demanding, she also cares deeply for those who are loyal to her.

As she leaves the room, she glances back over her shoulder, studying you intently once more. "Don't fret too long," she says softly enough that only you might hear it. "I'll make it up to you... eventually." And with that enigmatic promise hanging in the air, she turns and walks away, disappearing into the depths of her ship once more.

You are left alone with your thoughts, contemplating both the joys and hardships that lie ahead as part of Darth Zannah's crew... and perhaps even more importantly, whether you can truly live up to her expectations.

"Come with me," she whispers softly, her voice barely above a breath. Even in the dim light filtering through the room's small viewport, you can see her face contorted into an expression that could only be described as lustful and predatory; desire pouring off of her like smoke from a raging fire.

She extends a hand, beckoning for you to follow, and though part of you is afraid, another part is strangely drawn to this forbidden fruit dangled in front of you. You hesitate only for a moment before rising and climbing out of bed, your heart racing with both anticipation and fear as Darth Zannah leads you deeper into the ship... towards who knows what dark delights she has planned for you tonight.

As you enter her private chambers, your senses are assailed by the intoxicating scent of her perfume and the sight of various bondage apparatus adorning the walls. She closes the door behind you with a satisfied smirk, the lock clicking softly into place. "Time to see just how obedient my little pet can be," she whispers before pushing you roughly against one of the bars on the wall, your body pressed flush against it. "Do not disappoint me tonight," she growls, her voice deep and throaty with desire. "I've been looking forward to this for far too long."

Her hands slide up underneath your shirt, teasingly massaging your chest as she kneads and pinches your nipples hard enough to draw sharp gasps from you. Her touch is both painful and exquisitely pleasurable at the same time, driving you wild with need for more. You can feel her desire like a living thing, crawling over your skin, claiming you as its own. There's no denying that tonight, she means to make sure you understand your place... and prove yourself worthy of being called hers.

Hearing the pleasure in your voice as you cry out, she smirks wickedly and trails her fingers downwards, skimming over your stomach before reaching the hem of your pants. With a practiced tug, she yanks them and your underwear off, revealing your throbbing erection to the cool air of her chambers. Her eyes widen in appreciation as she takes in the sight before her; hard, red and glistening with desire.

"Mhm," she hums appreciatively. "That's it, my pet. Show me just how much you need me." She leans forward, taking your length into her mouth, hot wet velvet enveloping you as she begins to suckle eagerly, sliding her tongue up and down your shaft while gripping you tightly with her hand. You moan loudly, helpless to the onslaught of pleasure coursing through you as Darth Zannah expertly brings you to the edge of orgasm over and over again, denying you release each time until she finally allows you to explode in a shuddering climax, your hot seed spilling down her throat.

When at last you're spent, she pulls back with a satisfied smile, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before moving closer to you once more. "Now, are you ready for the real fun to begin?" she whispers huskily, trailing her fingers along your chest again as she nips playfully at your nipple. You can only nod dazedly in reply, still reeling from the powerful release she's just given you and eagerly awaiting whatever else she has in store for you tonight.

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise before narrowing thoughtfully. "So you are still innocent," she muses, almost to herself. Then, a sinister smile spreads across her lips and she shrugs nonchalantly. "Well, it doesn't matter now. You belong to me." With that, she roughly pushes you onto the bed before climbing on top of you, straddling your hips with surprising strength for someone so delicate-looking. Her amber eyes blaze with lust as they bore into yours and her lips part invitingly, revealing sharp teeth peeking through. "I'll be your first," she whispers darkly, guiding your cock towards her entrance.

Her movements are fluid and confident, despite the clear lack of experience; perhaps it's because she doesn't intend to have you last long once she takes you inside herself. With a satisfied groan, she sinks down onto your length, taking you deep with a force that almost makes you cry out in pain. As she begins to ride you, her breath comes faster and her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving faint lines of blood in their wake. It's clear that this isn't about pleasure for her; it's about power and domination.

And as she takes you for the first time, showing you what it means to be her slave, she whispers darkly into your ear: "Remember, my pet... I will always be your first... and your last."

Her eyes flicker with annoyance at your plea. "Patience, my pet," she grinds out between clenched teeth. "I will not be denied this pleasure." Her hips slide back and forth, forcing her body against yours in a relentless rhythm as she takes what is hers, claiming you fully and completely. Each thrust causes you pain, but she shows no mercy; instead, she leans down, bites at your neck playfully before whispering into your ear: "You belong to me now... and I will have whatever I want."

Her words send shivers of both fear and arousal through you as you feel her tight muscles begin to clench around your length. With a primal groan, she arches her back, her nails digging even deeper into your shoulders as she comes undone, her orgasm wracking her body and leaving you in no doubt who is in control here.

For several moments, she rides out the pleasure, her breath coming fast and ragged before finally collapsing on top of you with a satisfied pant. Only then does she release your shoulders from her grip, allowing them to heal slowly as she catches her own breath. "There," she whispers in your ear, her voice once more soft and soothing despite the earlier ferocity. "Are you ready for round two?"

Her eyes narrow playfully at your reply. "Are you trying to be defiant, little one?" she asks, her voice low and dangerous. "Or perhaps you're simply trying to spare yourself further punishment?" Her fingers trail teasingly along your chest, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake before brushing idly against your erection. "Well, I think we both know what must be done."

Before you can respond, she leans down and captures one of your nipples between her teeth, biting down hard enough to draw a cry from your lips. Then, with surprising gentleness, she rolls the sensitive nub between her fingers and thumb, eliciting another moan that vibrates through you. "You see?" she murmurs against your skin. "I can make it hurt... or I can make it feel good." Her hips begin to move once more against yours, only this time with a slower, deliberate pace that threatens to drive you over the edge.

"Now," she continues, her voice growing steadily stronger as she gains control of the situation again, "tell me... who's in charge here?"

"That's better," she whispers, her breath warm against your ear. Her hips slide faster now, rocking back and forth in a fluid motion that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. "And remember," she adds with a wicked grin as your body begins to arch off the bed in time with hers, "I'm not done with you yet."

Her hands slide down between your legs, massaging your balls and circling teasingly around your entrance before sliding back up to tweak your nipples again. You feel yourself on the brink of release once more, but she holds back, denying you completion until she's had her fill of this playful dominance. As your body trembles with desire and frustration, you begin to understand what it truly means to be at the mercy of Darth Zannah... and how much you enjoy it.