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

Amusement danced in her eyes as she heard you talk back to her, unexpected and rather refreshing. She let go of your arm, hovering the double-bladed red lightsaber mere inches away from your face. "Perhaps I'll take you back to my ship instead..." Her voice trailed off, a suggestive tone in it. "...And see if you'd make a good little pet."

With her free hand, she gently caresses your cheek before leaning closer. "Or maybe even my new apprentice," she whispers, her breath tickling your ear as she teases the idea. "...It is up to you."

Chuckling softly, Zannah smiled down at you. "You are feisty," she complimented before pulling you to your feet and motioning with her free hand for you to follow. "Come now, slave." Her voice was cold but had an undertone of amusement and dominance that sent a shiver down your spine.

As you walked behind her through the dense jungle, she asked casually, "Do you know who I am?" She paused for a moment before continuing in that same mocking tone, "Oh, right, they probably didn't tell you much about me on this dinky little planet."

"Well, I am glad you're so grateful," she said with a hint of sarcasm as she led you deeper into the jungle. "But just to clear things up for you... I am Darth Zannah. The Sith Lord of this ship." She paused for a moment before continuing in that same mocking tone, "Or should I say, 'Was' the Sith Lord? Since it seems you've disrupted my little peace and quiet out here..."

Her lips curled into a seductive smile at your words, and she turned to face you. "Well, I could just as easily leave you here to die," she purred softly before stepping closer and running her tongue slowly along her bottom lip. Her amber eyes sparked with lust as they locked onto yours. "But it seems you've somehow managed to pique my interest... Perhaps I won't kill you after all." She reached up and cupped your cheek, gently guiding your face closer until your lips were only inches away from hers.

There was a brief moment of hesitation before she finally closed the distance, capturing your mouth in a hungry kiss. Her tongue danced around yours, and she moaned softly into your mouth as she deepened the kiss. She pulled you against her body, grinding her hips against yours as their both became flushed with desire.

Her hand slid down your chest, gripping tightly at your waist before slowly tracing a line up towards your neck and across your collarbone. You could feel the rough texture of her skin against your own, and it only served to heighten the sensations coursing through you as she continued to kiss you hungrily.

It was then that Darth Zannah broke the kiss, breathing heavily as she regarded you with hooded eyes. "So," she said huskily, her voice rough from desire and lust, "do you want to live... or die?"

Her breath caught in her throat as your lips brushed against hers, the feeling sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her. She wrapped her arms around you, holding you close as their kiss deepened, her tongue darting between your lips and dancing with yours. She moaned into the kiss, pressing her body harder against yours, eager for contact.

As she pulled away from the kiss, a wicked grin spread across her face. "So be it," she purred huskily, her voice laced with satisfaction and desire. "But remember... you're mine now." Her hand slid up your neck, tracing a path down your spine as she whispered those words into your ear.

Her lips curled into a seductive smirk as she listened to your words. "Oh, I could make you be mine whether you like it or not," she teased with a wink before leaning in and capturing your lips again in another passionate kiss. Her tongue danced around yours while one of her hands reached up to cradle your face, the other slid lower down your body until it cupped your ass. She growled against your mouth as she gripped you tighter, grinding her hips harder into yours.

As she broke the kiss once more, she gazed at you with hungry eyes. "But I think we both know that would be much more fun if you did it willingly." Her voice was husky and rough as she licked her lips before continuing, "So tell me... Do you want to be mine?"

Her lips curled into a predatory smile as she took in your reply. "Good boy," she purred, lacing the word with satisfaction and dominance. Then, with one fluid motion, she scooped you up into her arms, carrying you effortlessly through the dense jungle toward her ship. You could feel the triumphant grin spread across your face as you looked at her lovely figure--strong yet feminine--and thought about all the possibilities that lay ahead for the two of you now that she had claimed you as hers.

Finally, they emerged from the treeline and approached a sleek, black ship, adorned with sharp angles and intimidating markings. The doors slid open at Darth Zannah's approach, revealing an all-female crew lounging about inside. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized that she truly had made you her own, and now there was no going back.

She strode purposefully across the deck, ignoring the curious glances thrown your way from the crew. "This is my new pet," she announced, brandishing you like a trophy before setting you down gently at her feet. The other women in the room all shared knowing smirks, clearly amused by Darth Zannah's show of dominance and ownership over you.

As they watched, your Mistress reached down and cupped your cheek, her touch cool and firm against your flushed skin. "And what do you say to them, pet?" she purred. "Tell them if you belong to me." Her amber eyes burned with anticipation as she waited for your reply.

The power dynamic between the two of you was undeniable, and your heart raced at the thought of where this new arrangement might take you--and whether or not it would end

"Good boy," she purred, stroking your cheek gently with her thumb as she praised you. "I knew I made the right choice in taking you with me." With that, she turned to face the rest of the crew and raised an eyebrow questioningly. They all nodded in unison, their expressions amused yet accepting.

A small group of them began to file out of the room, leaving Darth Zannah alone with you once more. She smiled predatory at your submissive demeanor and reached down, cupping your cheek again before leaning in close enough that her lips brushed against your ear. "Now," she whispered huskily, "I think it's time we get better acquainted..." Her hand trailed lower down your chest as she said this, gently massaging your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt.

Her hands moved to your hips, gripping them firmly as she deepened the kiss. With each stroke of her tongue against yours, you could feel desire course through your veins like fire. She pulled away for a moment, only to trail hot, wet lips down the column of your throat and toward your chest where she teased one nipple with her teeth before licking it gently.

"Mmm," she moaned against your skin, "you taste good..." Her other hand slipped beneath your clothes, palming your erection through your pants as she continued to torment your nipples with her lips and tongue. She moved closer, grinding her hips against yours in time with the movements of her hands, driving you both further toward desire's peak.

"Do you want more?" she purred into your ear before licking it suggestively. "Or should I show you what else I can do?" Her fingers tightened around your cock and she began to stroke it faster, the rough texture of her skin adding another layer of sensation as pleasure coursed through you like a raging river.

"A-answer me," she demanded breathlessly, nipping at your earlobe before sucking on it gently. "What do you want?" Her fingers never stopped their relentless pace, and each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through you as her voice became rough with lust.

Her eyes widened with desire as you spoke those words, and her grip around your erection tightened even further. "Is that right?" she breathed, sounding almost amused. "Well, then..." With a swift motion, she pushed you away from her and spun you around so that you were now kneeling in front of her with your hands on the ground behind you.

She reached down, gripping the hem of her leather outfit and slowly pulling it upward to reveal her black thong and, further down, her smooth, shaved pussy. Her amber eyes locked onto yours as she pushed your face closer to her crotch, using you as a pillow as she leaned back against the bulkhead. "Go on," she purred, guiding your head toward her wet folds with one hand while gripping the base of your cock firmly in the other.

"Suck me off," she demanded huskily, her voice laced with lust and dominance as she pressed you further into her crotch. "And if you're good, maybe I'll let you fuck me." Her words sent a shiver down your spine, heightening the anticipation and desire coursing through you. As her scent filled your nostrils, your cock grew harder in her grasp, eager for release.

Her pussy was warm and wet against your lips as you began to suck gently at her clit, using one hand to stroke her inner folds. The moisture coated your fingers as you sought to pleasure her, driven by the promise of what could come next if you were successful in pleasing her. Your heart raced and your stomach knotted with desire as she ground her hips against your face, encouraging you to go faster, harder.

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Her hands gripped tightly at your hair as you worked on pleasuring her, moans and gasps escaping her lips with each movement of your tongue and fingers. "Yes... yes..." she panted hoarsely, arching her back and pressing herself further into you. Her legs wrapped around your head, almost imprisoning you against her body as she ground herself against your face in a relentless rhythm.

Her pleasure was palpable, surrounding you like a warm blanket as she neared climax. When it finally came, her body trembled and convulsed, the grip on your hair tightening painfully as she cried out your name: "Cole... Cole..." Her pussy clenched around your tongue, milking every last drop of pleasure from you before releasing you with a satisfied sigh.

"Very good," she crooned, her voice still rough from lust and desire as she pushed herself up off the bulkhead, revealing her flushed and swollen folds to your eager gaze. "Now, take me." She positioned herself on her knees in front of you, spreading her legs wide to invite you inside. Her hands gripped at your shoulders as she leaned forward, presenting herself for your possession.

Her pussy was slick with arousal and wetness, begging to be taken. Your cock throbbed in anticipation, eager to be reunited with the warmth of her body. The power dynamic between you had never been more apparent as she offered herself up to you, ready to submit to your every command. The question now was: Would you claim what was rightfully yours?

Her body arched back in response to your rough entry, nails digging into your shoulders as she hissed through her teeth. "Fuck..." She closed her eyes and laid her head back against the bulkhead, her hair spilling down around her face like a dark waterfall. Each thrust of your hips sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, her body trembling with need and desire.

She moaned as you filled her completely, feeling impossibly full and wanted at the same time. Her hands clawed at the floor beneath them, leaving shallow gashes in the metal as she sought purchase to push herself further against your thrusts. "Yes... harder..." She panted hoarsely, each breath coming faster than the last.

As you picked up speed and force, her body tensed and she cried out in ecstasy, the orgasm rocking through her like a violent storm. Her inner walls milked your cock as if it were a lifeline, holding onto you as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. "Cole..." She gasped your name between sobs of release, her body limp with satisfaction for the moment before she slowly began to tremble and relax around you, allowing you to continue thrusting deep inside her until she felt you tense and grow hard against her.

"Now..." Her voice was barely more than a whisper as your hips stilled, cock still buried inside her. "Cum for me." She let out a soft moan of anticipation, arching her back once more to meet each thrust of your hips, hoping to bring you to climax with her.

As your hot seed pulsed inside her, she cried out in pleasure, her body shuddering with the force of your orgasm. "Yes..." Her voice was laced with satisfaction and desire as you spent yourself deep within her. Her grip on your shoulders tightened painfully, digging her nails into your flesh, drawing blood as she climaxed again in tandem with your release, feeling every pulse of your cum inside her.

When it was finally over, she collapsed forward onto the floor, still half-dressed and breathing heavily. Her legs spread wide around you, keeping you inside her as she basked in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. "Mmm," she purred contentedly, feeling your cock twitch against her inner walls with each shallow thrust. "That was... quite satisfactory." She paused for a moment, her lips curling into a satisfied smile before continuing, "But we should probably get cleaned up if you want to see the rest of the ship..."

Her voice trailed off, and she leaned back slightly to look up at you with hooded eyes, studying your face as she considered what kind of reaction this news might elicit from you.