BDSM Library - Story: The Interrogation of Princess Leia, Chapter: Part 1

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1The Interrogation of Princess Leia

Three standard days after the Imperial cruiser intercepted Princess Leia’s ship it docked at the Battle Star. The Princess was taken under heavy guard and placed in a bare, featureless cell. She waited there for an uncertain length of time, perhaps several hours, perhaps the better part of a day. She knew it was part of her captors’ routine prisoner preparation, to allow fear to build in her before they began her interrogation.

Finally the cell opened and she was taken out to be surrounded by eight storm troopers in full battle array. She was escorted from the cell, down a long corridor and into another larger but still Spartan compartment. She was scarcely surprised to see Darth Vader waiting for her.

“Lord Vader,” she said haughtily, “I might have known you’d be involved in this outrage. I insist that I and my entourage be released immediately.”

Darth Vader had never been known to laugh, though no one really knew what a laugh, filtered through the breathing apparatus that kept him alive, would sound like. The erratic interruptions in the otherwise steady in and out flow of air might have indicated that Darth Vader was laughing.

Princess Leia stood as straight as possible, putting on her most imperious air. “I am a senator and a princess…”

“I know what you are,” Darth Vader said. “You are a rebel and a traitor. If you tell me everything I wish to know about the Rebel Alliance then perhaps, after a suitable time, we’ll discuss your future. Rest assured, Princess,” the mechanical voice had a tone to it that sent a chill down Leia’s back, “you will tell me what I wish to know. The only question is how unpleasant we must be to you before you do.”

Vader waited a few moments, as if waiting for the Princess to change her mind. “Very well. Youwill regret these foolish heroics before long.” He half turned towards the troopers and officers gathered aroundthem. “Colonel B’dess,” he called out.

A thin, older man with a sharp face and short graying hair stepped forward. He wore the black uniform of Vader’s special staff. “Lord Vader.”

“Proceed with the interrogation of the Princess.”

“Yes, my Lord,” the Colonel said. He signaled to the two storm troopers who’d remained waiting near the door. They stepped forward. One motioned to Leia to follow him, the other took up position behind her. Resistance was clearly useless, so Leia followed the storm trooper and steeled herself to endure the torments she knew were in store.

The storm trooper led Leia down the corridor and into another compartment. Here a medical droid waited. When Leia had come to stand in front of it, the droid spoke.

“Disrobe, please,” its tinny voice said.

Leia hesitated. The two storm troopers were watching her.

“Disrobe please,” the droid said again.

“Obey the droid, Princess,” one of the storm troopers said “or we’ll do it for you.”

Leia glared at them, but slowly unfastened her clothes and let them drop. A housekeeping droid appeared and skittered around her feet, picking up the discarded items and carrying them away. When she was completely naked the droid indicated a low stool and ordered her to sit. It then extended an arm with a pair of clippers attached to the end and began trimming Leia’s hair. Again the housekeeping droid appeared to sweep up the fallen tresses.

Once her beautiful hair had been severed the droid ordered her to stand in what looked like a shower stall. Again she complied, standing with legs spread and arms raised as the droid ordered. The transparent door of the stall closed and dozens of small jets began spraying her with water. But she quickly determined it wasn’t just water, as her body hair began to slough off. Stronger streams started up, playing over her crotch and underarms. She was quickly relieved of all her body hair.

The jets shut off and warm air began circulating through the compartment. Leia was completely dry when the door opened.

The droid directed her back to the stool. When she’d seated herself the droid went to a cabinet and returned carrying a wire harness of some sort. It moved in behind Leia. Two arms head her head steady while two others began gluing the contacts at the ends of the wire harness to her scalp. In less than a minute it had finished.

When the preparations were complete Leia, still naked, was led out of the compartment and down the passageway. There was no need to bind her wrists. A storm trooper preceded her and another followed her, with Colonel B’dess, who had rejoined them, leading.

They turned through a doorway. It took them into a small, sterile chamber. There was nothing in the chamber except a peculiar looking chair, firmly fastened to the deck. It consisted mostly of a metal framework. Instead of a seat there were two oval pads. The back was a narrow, horizontal pad with a wide strap. Extending upwards from the middle of back rest was a head rest, also provided with straps. The arm rests each had a series of straps. It was obvious to Leia that the chair was designed to hold a victim in place while exposing her for torture. The storm troopers guided Leia to the chair and helped sit in it, and strapped her firmly in place.

“So you dare to torture a princess and a senator, Colonel? Do you really think you’re going to force me to tell you anything?” Leia said defiantly. “I’ll die before I confess anything to you!”

“Perhaps so,” Colonel B’Dess responded. “But I’m not going to torture you.”

He made a motion with his hand. The blank wall opposite suddenly turned transparent, so they could see into the next compartment. Leia suspected that it was a wall sized view screen rather than a window. There were metal devices standing around the compartment, and others hanging from the overhead, though their purpose wasn’t immediately obvious. At first it seemed like some sort of engineering space, a workshop, but then the dull gleam of the metal, the strangely clinical quality, the cleanliness of it all suggested a medical application. Taken together it all appeared quite ominous.

The door on the far wall of the compartment opened. A Grbl’farb entered, a loathsome creature like a cross between a man and a pig, with short tusks extending from the corners of its wide mouth. Its muscular body was bare except for heavy boots and a stained apron like garment covering its loins front and back. The Mercantile Alliance and other ruthless organizations often used Grbl’farb’s for doing their dirty work. The monstrous creatures knew no mercy and reveled in causing pain.

Leia gasped when she saw the next being to enter the chamber. It was Kaala, one of her maids in waiting, the youngest of them. She was literally a mere slip of a girl, her figure slender and girlish with small mounds for breasts and sleek, smooth hips. She was naked. Like Leia her hair, the long, fine, silken blond mane everyone so admired, and even the golden patch of pubic hair, was completely gone. A wire harness dangled from her bare scalp.

A second Grbl’farb followed Kaala into the chamber. The first Grbl’farb stopped Kaala in the center of the room, then turned her so that she was facing to Leia’s right. Even with the profile view Leia could see the fear on the girl’s face, the trembles that went through her body despite her efforts to control herself

“No, Princess,” Colonel B’Dess said mockingly, “I’m not going to torture you. I know how strong your will is. You would, in fact, most likely die before you caved in. And we can’t have that now, can we? Nor can we risk the long term repercussions of damaging your precious royal body. We may decide it’s strategically desirable to release you after this…interview. With your memory suitably adjusted of course”

“However, your retinue is another matter. If they die under torture, so what? We captured an adequate supply of them. The official records can be changed as easily as your memory to reflect that they were never here. And my Grbl’farbs have been complaining of boredom. So I’m going to have them tortured, one after another. And you’re going to watch.”

“Not only are you going to watch everything we do to your young women, Leia, you’re going to feel everything we do to them, as if it was being done to you.” He turned to one of the technicians who had followed them into the chamber. “You may complete the connection now.”

Leia heard a faint click behind her as her wire harness was plugged in. In the other chamber Kaala’s harness was being plugged into a dangling cord. For a few moments Leia felt nothing, but then a wave of sensations swept over her, the primary one fear. But there were other sensations. The feel of something coarse being dragged across her rump. Through the view screen she saw one of the Grbl’farbs stroking Kaala’s buttock with a fingernail that was more like a ragged claw.

“Yes, Princess,” the Colonel said seeing the look on her face. “Whatever is done to this poor girl you will also feel, as if it were being done to you. Quite clever, don’t you think? Why, should we chose to amputate a finger, or a nipple, we can do it and you will feel every bit of the pain, while your own body remains intact. And we can come back tomorrow and make you feel it again and again, until we run out of your maids-in-waiting.”

One of the Grbl’farbs had gone to a control panel while the other stood behind Kaala. A vertical pipe device slid silently into view from the right to stop in front of Kaala. Cross arms were mounted on it at top and bottom, and a wide metal strap at waist level. Most disturbing, though, was a curving metal prong at crotch level.

The Grbl’farb standing behind Kaala seized her wrists and raised her arms so that the wrists were at shoulder level. The device moved forward jerkily until it was against her belly. The second Grbl’farb left the control panel and fastened Kaala’s wrists to a cross bar. Her ankles were similarly fastened to a crossbar at the base of the shaft. He fastened the wide strap around her waist, holding her belly against the vertical shaft, with two more straps securing her upper thighs. Finally a band was fastened around her neck. And as each restraint was put in place Leia felt its pressure against the matching portion of her own body.

There was one more restraint, if it could be called that, to be adjusted. One of the Grbl’farbs reached down to flip a catch on the front of the shaft. Then he jerked it upwards. Leia felt the sensation of cold metal sliding along the insides of her thighs, pressing against her vaginal opening, and knew what was happening to Kaala. The Grbl’farb was going to penetrate her with the metal prong, to further immoblize her by pinning her to the shaft.

The pressure grew and she felt pain at her crotch. She was confused at first. The prong was not that large. It should have entered fairly easily. And then, as she saw Kaala’s eye close, tears streaming down her cheek and her mouth open in a soundless scream as a knife sharp pain radiated through her belly she understood. Princess Leia had been ritually deflowered four years ago during the annual fertility festival at the Temple of Anakton. The monks who had performed the ritual had been most careful, slow and considerate. Kaala was still a virgin, or had been until a moment before. Leia wept to think of the poor girl losing her virginity in such a rude and violent manner, in an obscene parody of the act.

The Grbl’farb ignored the girl’s protestations and adjusted the prong upward until it pressed uncomfortably against her clitoris. Leia felt the pressure, as well as the residual pain of its entry. Satisfied, the beast locked it in place.

The other Grbl’farb had gone to a wall locker and return with a short whip, the single tail thick at the handle, tapering to a slender tip. He sent it with a backhand motion whistling across the perfect mounds of Kaala’s rump. A thin line of red appeared to mark its path. Leia felt the sting, like a knife drawn quickly across her rear, and screamed.

“If her majesty is going to scream at every little love tap I think a gag is in order,” Colonel D’dess said.

One of the storm troopers jammed a thick rubber cylinder in Leia’s mouth and fastened its strap behind her head.

The whip struck out again, coming right to left and leaving another thin trail of blood in its wake. Leia felt the sting as if it had cut across her. And she felt something else. The metal prong inside Kaala. She could feel it each time the girl reacted in the slightest to the impact of the whip. It was fortunate she was fastened so tightly to the shaft. If she’d been able to move more she would undoubtedly have injured herself, torn herself open on it.

The other Grbl’farb took a turn, using a cat’o’nine tails. Soon poor Kaala’s beautiful, shapely bottom had been reduce to a mass of welts and bleeding cuts. Her head was lolling back, as if she were about to lose consciousness. Leia, feeling each blow herself, could tell that the impact of each blow was lessening, though she didn’t know if it was because of Kaala’s lessened consciousness or nerve overload.

The Grbl’farb’s noticed it too and ceased their torture. They unfastened Kaala and laid her on the floor. She was given a few minutes respite before a white suited orderly entered the chamber and gave her an injection. After a few more minutes she seemed to revive. Unfortunately for her and Leia.

One of the Grbl’farbs helped Kaala back to her feet. He supported her while the other one brought two short bars with straps at either end. He placed one between Kaala’s ankles and strapped it in place, then strapped the other between her knees. He went to the cabinet and returned with a waist belt. A pair of cuffs were fastened to the belt. When the Grbl’farb had the belt in place the cuffs were at the small of Kaala’s back. The other Grbl’farb quickly had her wrists secured in them and then used another strap to pull Kaala’s elbows towards each other. Leia felt the strain on own arms and shoulders as he did so.

Leia wondered what they were preparing her for. The Grbl’farb went back to the control panel. A short metal bar descended into view, hanging horizontally from two chains. At either end of the bar, which was of a length about equal to the distance between Kaala’s nipples, hung a clamp device. The bar stopped at the level of Kaala’s breasts and the Grbl’farb returned to stand in front of her. Its partner maintained its grip on Kaala, holding her steady.

Leia watched in horror, understanding what the Grbl’farb planned to do. She could tell by the look on Kaala’s face that she knew too. Leia could tell that the poor girl was begging, pleading with the beast for mercy and Leia was thankful that they were in a separate chamber. It would have been even more unbearable if she’d had to listen to the girl’s pitiful cries.

The Grbl’farb caught one of Kaala’s small nipples in the jaws of one of the clamps. He tightened it down. Leia felt the pressure on her right nipple. The Grbl’farb did the same to Kaala’s other nipple. Leia felt the rough metal jaws biting down on her left nipple. The beast began tightening both clamps, crushing the girl’s nipples in them. The pain grew rapidly worse, so much worse that Leia had to look down at her own nipples to assure herself that they weren’t really being smashed.

Then the Colonel was standing next to her. A storm trooper removed the rubber gag.

“Terrible, isn’t it?” he asked snidely. “Such terrible pain. And think, no real damage is being done to yours. But that poor girl. Nipples are amazingly resilient things. Quite capable of surviving incredible punishment. I fear though that before we’re through, your poor maiden here may suffer some serious damage to her most sensitive, or should I say second most sensitive, regions. We will of course send her to sick bay and repair the damage as best we can if for no other reason than that she should be available for further use if necessary, but repairs to erogenous zones do not always go well.” He paused. “You can save this poor girl, and yourself, much suffering simply by telling us what we want to know.”

Leia looked at Kaala, at the mercy of the beasts in the torture chamber, felt the agony in her own nipples. She imagined how much worse it must be for the poor girl, having such an atrocity committed on her innocent body. Part of her wanted to scream out “Yes! Ask me anything!” But another part of her knew that if she revealed what she knew millions, perhaps billions, of innocent people would die. She wished she could send her thoughts through demonic device they’d hooked her up to, to apologize to poor Kaala, to explain why it was her duty to sacrifice her poor body for the good of the many.

Princess Leia fixed the Colonel with her most withering glare. “No,” she said simply.

“Very well, we will continue.”

The storm trooper replaced the gag. The Grbl’farb continued tightening the clamps. The pain grew worse and worse. Leia, tears streaming down her face, closed her eyes, unable to watch. The pain seemed to reach its limit, as if her nipples, Kaala’s nipples, had been crushed to the point where the tortured nerve ending could scream no more.

And then it got worse. The pain spread through her entire breasts and into her torso. She opened her eyes to see what they were doing and was horrified by what she saw. The metal bar was rising slowly, pulling up on Kaala’s nipples and breasts. Already they were being stretched and Kaala was up on the balls of her feet trying to relieve the strain.

Kaala’s head was thrown back, her mouth wide open as she screamed. Leia, feeling the pain build ever higher as more an more of Kaala’s weight was born by her nipples, bit into the rubber gag. Kaala was up on her toes. And then she was free of the floor, hanging by her nipples. Leia wanted to shout at her to hang still. Every slight movement Kaala made sent fresh waves of pain through her. The part of Leia’s brain that was still able to function thanked the Fates that Kaala was so slightly built.

Leia concentrating on resisting as long as possible. And then an even worse pain radiated out from her crotch and was echoed by the increased pain in her breasts and nipples caused by Kaala’s struggles. She opened her eyes to see what had happened.

One of the Grbl’farb’s was holding a shock wand of some sort. She braced herself as she saw him extend it towards Kaala’s pussy. So that was why they’d placed the spreader bar between her knees, to keep her sex available for this added torment.

Leia watched the monster torment her by holding the wand just below Kaala’s pussy, letting her anticipate the coming pain. Then he jammed it upward against the girl’s slit. The shock ran through her like a lightning bolt. Kaala’s legs thrashed back and forth wildly, causing her to jerk unmercifully against the clamps, making her torture herself.

A third and a fourth time the Grbl’farb assaulted Kaala. Leia couldn’t understand how the girl could survive such punishment. A fifth time the wand struck. Leia bit down against the pain. And then it was suddenly gone. She opened her eyes to see Kaala, unconscious, on the floor. There was blood on her breasts. In her struggles she had torn herself loose, though it was impossible to tell if she’d pulled free of the clamps or torn off her nipples. The two Grbl’farbs stood above her, looking confused and perhaps disappointed.

After a few minutes two orderlies entered the torture chamber and carried the unconscious girl out.

Colonel B’dess’s face appeared above Princess Leia. “I’d hoped to run this session a bit longer, but such things happen. On a positive note, it will give you time to consider your options while we prepare the next subject.”

To be continued……………….