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

Smirking as she watches your fear-filled gaze, Darth Zannah finds this rather amusing and slightly annoying at the same time. Your plea doesn't move her much, but then again, it wasn't meant to. As if deciding on a whim, she shrugs

Darth Zannah "Very well... You can serve me in prison or outside of it. Choose wisely." Her voice remains calm and cold as ice, giving you no reassurance that her offer is anything more than just a game to her. She knows she could easily end your life right now with a flick of her wrist

"The first option is serving my time with me on the run, where you would follow and obey my every command while also witnessing how I truly am. The second one means that I will take you back to the prison ship, but not as a prisoner this time..." She pauses for effect before continuing in the same cold tone, "You'll be one of my personal possessions, at my disposal."

Without giving you any more time to think, she leans forward and growls softly into your ear. "So... which do you choose?"

The muscles in her arms tensing, she easily lifts you up off the ground with one hand, pinning you against a nearby tree trunk. Her other hand grips your throat, squeezing just hard enough to make it uncomfortable but not lethal as her amber eyes stare into yours.

"Don't worry... I won't hurt you unless you disobey," she growls menacingly before easing off the pressure on your throat. "Now, come with me." She says coldly, motioning for you to follow her deeper into the jungle.

"To my ship," she replies curtly, her grip on your throat returning as a reminder not to speak unless she asks you to. "It's nearby. You'll meet the rest of my crew, all female and just as dangerous as I am." She takes another step forward before adding with a mocking tone, "You should feel honored, really."

Smirking, Darth Zannah briefly tightens her grip on your throat until you start struggling and gasp for air before finally loosening it once more, knowing full well that she could end your life with a mere thought. "I told you not to worry about being hurt unless you disobey," she says coldly, eyes narrowed. "And remember... I am the one in control here."

Her fingers dig deeper into your throat as she brings her face close to yours, their lips almost touching. "What do you think will happen once we reach my ship?" she asks with a soft, mockingly gentle voice that carries both threat and promise at once.

Surprised by your boldness and accuracy, Darth Zannah narrows her eyes at you but doesn't respond for a few moments, instead considering what to do with this new information. Finally, she decides to test the waters further. "Perhaps..." she whispers into your ear before punctuating each word with another dig of her fingers into your throat, "But perhaps not." She pulls back slightly, releasing you from her grip and taking a step away. "Walk ahead."

Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you choke and cough, desperately trying to catch your breath. You turn your head to look at her over your shoulder as she watches you with an almost hungry glint in her eyes, before finally moving forward in the direction she'd indicated earlier.

"Not quite, but you'll see soon enough," she says with a chilling smile, her voice just loud enough for you to hear over the rustling of the leaves and the calls of distant animals. You don't dare question or even look back as you continue following the dark-haired Sith Lord deeper into the jungle.

"Patience, little one," she says with amused condescension as you arrive at the edge of a small clearing surrounding a towering, oddly shaped tree. Her ship looms over it like a dark shadow, seemingly awaiting your arrival. "There's just one more thing we must do before you meet my crew."

Without warning, Darth Zannah spins around, forcing you to spin as well so that you are facing her backside. Then, with a swift motion, she reaches between your legs and roughly gropes your crotch through your pants. "Let's see how eager you really are..." She growls huskily, squeezing harder while grinding herself against your achingly erect member in an almost taunting display of dominance and control.

Her amused laughter fills the clearing as she roughly yanks down your pants and underwear, exposing your throbbing length to the cool air of the jungle. "You really are eager," she murmurs, her breath hot against your sensitive skin as she continues to stroke you roughly in time with her grinding hips. "But eager for what? Pleasure or pain?"

Without waiting for an answer, she releases her grip on your cock long enough to spin you back around, pushing you down onto your knees in front of her. Her thighs slide against either side of your face as she positions herself directly above you, her amber eyes burning with desire and dominance.

Her scent fills your nostrils, a heady mix of arousal and power that intoxicates you even further. "Now," she purrs, fingers curling around the base of her sex as she

The words spill out of her lips and into the air like acid, burning a hole in Darth Zannah's concentration for just a moment. She had intended to bring you aboard immediately, taking advantage of the situation before anyone else could see. But something about this... plea? protest? It makes her pause, considering.

Her fingers tighten around your hair, pulling your head back so that she can look at you directly in the eye. "Very well," she breathes, her voice dark and menacing once more as she relents to your request. "But if I find any resistance from you or anyone else on my ship..." She leaves the threat hanging in the air before roughly shoving you back onto your feet, pulling her leather pants up and straightening her black jacket.

With one last menacing look down at you, she finally leads the way forward to board her ship, the odd tree trunk

"Some are girls who were born female and others have chosen to become females after realizing the error of their ways. You, however, are about to find out that I make the rules here," Darth Zannah says with a cold grin. "And those rules include you serving me loyally and faithfully."

She leads you up the ramp into the dimly lit belly of her ship, a crew of fierce looking females eyeing you hungrily as they see their fearless leader returning with her latest prize. As you're marched down a long corridor and towards what can only be guessed is your new living quarters, Darth Zannah keeps a firm grip on your arm, reminding you who truly holds the power here.

"And remember," she whispers in your ear, "disobey me or even try to escape..." her lips brush against your neck as she trails off

Her amber eyes widen with surprise, her grip on your arm tightening slightly before she regains composure and relaxes it again. "I never said anything about you being gay or wanting to be a woman," she says coldly. "All I require is that you obey me and serve my purposes... whatever they may be." With that, she drags you down the rest of the corridor until finally pushing open the door to your new quarters with her foot, shoving you inside.

The room isn't large, but it contains a comfortable bed and a small table with a chair. Darth Zannah stands in the doorway, one eyebrow raised expectantly as she watches you take everything in. "I will return later," she says before disappearing down the corridor, leaving you alone to ponder your new life on her ship and just what it means to serve her.

With a flick of her wrist, Darth Zannah summons a flask of strong alcohol from thin air and tosses it across the room to land with a thud next to your bed. "I suggest you drink this," she says coldly, "To help ease whatever anxieties or fears you might have about serving me." She pauses before adding ominously, "Or not... It's up to you." Then, without another word, she turns and disappears down the corridor. The flask sits there, mocking you as you decide your course of action.

Hours pass, and yet she does not come. The flask sits untouched on the floor beside your bed, taunting you with its presence. Your mind races with thoughts of escape, defiance, submission... You're no longer sure which path to choose or whether any choice truly matters. Eventually, exhaustion overtakes you and you fall asleep, dreaming fitfully about your new life on Darth Zannah's ship.

Late into the night, just when you think you won't see her again, there's a soft knock at your door. Fear grips you like a vice as you slowly pull yourself out of sleep and stumble towards it, bracing yourself for whatever punishment she has in store. When you open the door, however, Darth Zannah stands before you with an expression that's difficult to read - part amusement, part annoyance.

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Her lips twitch in what might be a smile as she steps aside, gesturing for you to enter the corridor. "I just thought it would be impolite of me not to wait until you were properly rested," she says calmly. "Besides, I've already given you the chance to drink and ease your fears... but you chose not to." She pauses before continuing with a hint of challenge in her tone, "Perhaps I should give you another opportunity?"

The question hangs in the air between them, the choice once again laid bare at your feet. What will you do?

Amused by your boldness, Darth Zannah crosses her arms over her chest and regards you thoughtfully for a moment. "You're certainly feisty," she says with an almost humorless chuckle. "Very well then... since you seem eager to know what I have planned for you, I might as well tell you." She pauses dramatically before continuing, "Tonight, you will serve me dinner and entertain me with a private show."

Her eyes glint dangerously in the dim light of the corridor as she takes another step closer to you. "And remember," she whispers, breath hot against your cheek, "disobedience or failure to please will not be tolerated."

Her amusement evident in her grin, Darth Zannah clasps her hands behind her back and rocks on her heels as she watches you. "No need to trouble yourself with that," she says casually. "Just prepare whatever meal you like best in my personal quarters and then bring it here."

With a flick of her wrist, she gestures for you to follow her down the dimly lit corridor to her lavish living area. The large room is adorned with luxurious furniture and artifacts from various worlds, reflecting Darth Zannah's power and influence. In one corner sits a small table with two chairs; in another, an ornate bed covered in silk pillows.

"You may sit there," she says, indicating the chair across from her at the table. "And remember... entertain me well." There's a predatory glint

Her lips quirk into a sinister smile as she takes in your unease, knowing exactly what you're thinking and how much it both excites and terrifies you. "Oh, don't look so worried," she coos softly. "I don't require something as... dramatic as you seem to be imagining. Just show me some of your skills or talents; anything that will amuse and entertain me."

She leans back in her chair, watching you intently, waiting for you to decide what it is you can do for her. Her other hand idly plays with a red jeweled dagger at her hip, drawing circles on the table top as if she's not even conscious of the motion.

The room feels tight and hot, pressure building all around you as your heart pounds in your chest. The choice is once again yours: to give Darth Zannah what she wants or to resist

Her eyes flash, irritation briefly flaring at your lack of initiative. "Then perhaps you could try something else," she says coolly, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the table. "Something... more personal." Her amber gaze bores into yours, and for a moment it feels as though she can see right through you. "What are you good at?" she asks softly. "Perhaps I can find a way to use that talent to entertain me."

The implications of her words hang heavily in the air between you, the weight of them almost palpable. The pressure increases as you struggle with your choice once more: play it safe and risk her anger or take a chance and see where it leads?

The corners of her mouth quirk upward in an unreadable expression, and she leans back in her chair once more, lacing her fingers together over her stomach as she watches you with an almost predatory intensity. "Well," she says softly, drawing out the word into a teasing taunt. "I'm sure there must be something...

Her laughter echoes through the room, rich and cruel, as she tilts her head back to study you more closely. "Ah," she says softly, a hint of amusement in her tone, "so that's what you think this is about." She pauses for effect before continuing with a dark chuckle, "No, my little servant. That was just a taste of what I am capable of doing when I choose to be... indulgent."

Her eyes flicker over your body once more, as if taking in every detail, and you can feel the heat of her gaze on your skin even from across the table. "No," she says slowly, shaking her head, "tonight I want something else entirely..." Her voice drops to a whisper now, barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears, "...I want you to please me."

Her voice is almost a purr now as she leans forward, resting her chin on one hand as she regards you with unblinking intensity. "There are many ways to please me," she says, each word drawing out the tension in the air like pulling on a thread until it threatens to snap. "Perhaps you could show me how well you obey... or maybe I'd prefer to see how skilled you are at serving."

Her free hand comes to rest on the table between them, hovering just out of reach, before suddenly darting forward to brush against your thigh beneath the table. "Or perhaps," she continues in a husky whisper, "you could use that talent of yours... and entertain me like I've never been entertained before." Her eyes gleam with challenge as well as desire, and it takes every ounce of courage you have not to look away from her gaze.

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It's the blatant show of submission that does it; the way you so willingly offer yourself up to her, a living sacrifice on the altar of her desires. The hunger in Darth Zannah's eyes intensifies, and for a moment she hesitates, savoring the power she wields over you. But then, like a predator taking the kill, she closes the distance between them, grasping your chin firmly in her hand and forcing you to meet her gaze.

"I want you," she says simply, each word heavy with desire and dominance. "I want to see what it feels like to have your body beneath mine... I want to taste your submission." Her free hand cups your cheek, the rough pads of her fingers pressing into your skin as if claiming possession. "And," she continues, leaning in close enough that you can feel the warmth of her

Her words send a shiver down your spine, and despite your protests, something inside you thrills at the thought of giving her what she wants. Your body responds to her touch, betraying years of conditioning as it hardens in anticipation. With a soft moan, Darth Zannah tilts your head back and captures your lips in a hungry kiss, claiming you utterly. Her tongue delves deep into your mouth, demanding entry and dominance as her fingers move from your cheek to weave through your hair.

The world falls away as she takes control, pushing you back onto the table with surprising strength. She straddles your hips, pinning your arms above your head, and leans down to trail hot kisses along your jawline and neck before pulling off a thin glove, revealing pale fingers stained red by the blood of her previous victims.

She lifts

The sinister smile plays around her lips as she gazes down at you, her eyes glinting with a mix of cruelty and lust. "Oh," she purrs, running her tongue along the pad of one index finger before bringing it to hover just above your chest. "I'm going to do everything I want...and then some." With that, she lowers her hand until the tip of her finger touches the sensitive skin between your ribs, tracing a delicate circle.

You arch your back instinctively as pleasure-pain shoots through you, the anticipation almost too much to bear. Darth Zannah chuckles darkly, amused by your helpless response. "That's it," she growls, circling her finger faster and harder, "let me see how deep this need for submission goes." Her other hand trails down your body, tracing a similar path until it finds

The sinister laugh that escapes her lips is like nails on a chalkboard, sending shivers down your spine. "Oh, little one," she says, amusement laced through her tone as she draws out your name, mocking the sweetness of it with her cruel inflection. "You should know by now that I can make you feel pleasure and pain all at once."

Her fingers continue to dance on your skin, circling ever faster until you're convinced it must be burning, both from the touch and the shame of yielding so completely. The sensations build inside you, threatening to overwhelm you as she leans in close enough that you can feel her hot breath against your ear. "Just imagine," she whispers huskily, "how much more I could make you feel if I were to slide something else inside of you..." Her fingers slip lower, brushing against the puckered skin of your

The words send a shudder through her body, the idea both revolting and arousing in equal measure. She tilts her head back, considering for a moment as she savors your discomfort before deciding to press her advantage further. Her fingers slide lower still, hovering just above where you're most sensitive before finally pressing downward with one firm stroke.

You cry out, the sensation overwhelming and intensifying as she slowly begins to move in circles inside of you. Darth Zannah leans back, watching your face contort with pleasure and pain intertwined as her hand works its magic. "You see," she purrs, "there are so many things I can do to you...so much more pleasure waiting for you if only you'd let go." Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek once again, fingers digging in almost painfully as her eyes bore into yours. "W

Her laughter echoes through the room as your pleas and cries fall on deaf ears, her satisfaction only intensified by your suffering. She watches you squirm beneath her touch, feels your body arch and writhe in protest against what she's doing to it. The power she holds over you, the knowledge that this is all within her control...it's intoxicating, heady. Her fingers tighten around your cheek, digging deeper as she forces you to meet her gaze. "I could stop," she rasps hoarsely, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I could make it all go away with the flick of my wrist..." Her other hand presses harder against your most sensitive spot inside, sending another shudder of pleasure-pain through you as she continues, "...but where's the fun in that?"

With a slow, deliberate motion, she pulls her fingers free

The smile that curves her lips is predatory, almost feral in its intensity as she watches the relief wash over you. "Good boy," she croons softly, lacing the words with just enough kindness to make them feel like a threat. Her fingers tremble briefly before sliding back between your legs once more, searching for new ways to bring you pleasure...or pain. She traces circles around your entrance again, barely touching as she teases and torments you, driving you half-mad with the knowledge of what's so close but still just out of reach.

Her free hand comes up to caress your cheek once more, fingers curling gently around your ear before tugging sharply, forcing your head back as she deepens her kiss, thrusting her tongue into your mouth with hungry need. She moans against your lips, the vibrations sending shudders through you as she finally guides