The Interrogation of Princess Leia

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1The Interrogation of Princess Leia 

Part 5

Leia was left strapped in place for what seemed like a long time, but probably wasn’t. Then the storm troopers came in, the technicians unfastened her, and she was taken back to her cell to wait.

What had happened, she wondered? Was it a problem with the machine? What she had experienced left her unsettled and confused. Shaumra had been tortured brutally. Leia had experienced the same sensations, felt the agonizing pain. But then, somehow, the pain had shifted to pleasure, ending in a massive orgasm.

Was it all just a glitch in the programming? The machine was supposed to enable Leia to feel what Shaumra was feeling. Had it somehow failed and inverted the sensations? A wave of guilt swept over Leia at the thought that Shaumra had suffered so terribly and that she had received pleasure in equal proportion. It was bad enough that her maiden had to be subjected to such horrors, even though Leia knew the fate of the rebellion and of billions of citizens rested on her resisting Colonel B’dess and Lord Vader. The demonic device that let Leia experience her maidens’ suffering had actually backfired on its designers. Far from breaking Leia’s resolve, the sense that she was sharing in her girls’ suffering had strengthened it. But the thought of her gaining pleasure while a girl suffered nearly pushed her over the edge.

After some hours, the storm troopers came for her again. She was led back to the interrogation cell, strapped in place, and the contacts placed on her head again. Colonel B’dess entered.

“Now, where were we, Princess?” he asked nastily. “Oh, yes. We were watching one of your maidens being treated most cruelly because of your intransigence. My technicians assure me that the equipment has been recalibrated and is working perfectly. I know the Grbl’farbs are eager to continue. So, unless you have something to tell me, the game begins again.”

He waited a few moments for Leia to respond. When she didn’t, the view screen before her flickered to life. It was the same chamber as before, and the same four, as far as she could tell, Grbl’farbs. In the middle of the chamber, four plasti-leather cuffs dangled on the ends of chains.

In a few more moments the door of the chamber slid open. Two storm troopers entered, Shaumra between them. They turned the girl over to the Grbl’farbs and left.

Leia looked closely at Shaumra. The Imperial medical technicians had worked wonders on her. Her body was crisscrossed with welts and small cuts. Her breasts were particularly battered, the nipples swollen. But the injuries had clearly healed considerably from what they’d been like at the end of the last session and Shaumra was alert, standing steady, not showing the fear one would expect after her previous ordeal.

A Grbl’farb guided Shaumra to a place centered under the dangling cuffs and the others went to work. First her arms were extended and her wrists were fastened. Chains descended and cuffs were strapped around her ankles. A Grbl’farb went to a control panel and her legs were pulled backwards, out from under her, and raised up so than she was hanging face down. The beast adjusted the heights of the cuffs until Shaumra was positioned to his satisfaction. When he was done, she was hanging by her wrists and ankles, her back almost horizontal, legs widespread, breasts dangling at full extension, pussy fully exposed and displayed in a separate window off to the side.

Shaumra’s harness was plugged in. Leia instantly felt the strain on Shaumra’s arms and legs in her own arms and legs. She felt pressure on her anus and looked at the screen to see a Grbl’farb inserting something in Shaumra’s. She felt her sphincter forced open to receive it, then close behind it. The Grbl’farb held up a metallic ball on the end of a wire and roughly forced it into Shaumra’s vagina. Leia felt the intruder as if it were in her own, and felt Shaumra’s fear spiking. There could only be one use for the devices, and the Grbl’farb demonstrated it moments later, sending brief electric shocks deep inside Shaumra. Leia screamed as the pain echoed inside her.

Some of the Grbl’farbs savaged Shaumra’s buttocks with straps. Others battered at her large dangling breasts with paddles or seized her nipples with tongs, pulling and twisting. Leia felt everything in her own breasts and butt, the only relief from the torrent of small pains coming when the electric shocks made her feel as if her lower abdomen were exploding, masking all the other pains.

But she felt something else.  Growing excitement mixed with the pain. That odd combination of sensations she’d  received from Shaumra was happening again.

And something else. Leia sensed a message coming to her, words that sounded inside her brain without being vocalized. Were they even really words, or more like ideas? She was certain they were coming from Shaumra. Clever Shaumra had realized what was happening, what the significance of the apparatus. She’d also figured out that if it communicated one way, it might communicate both ways.

With that recognition the thoughts began to take clearer form. It seemed as if she heard, or rather felt, the word “Princess.” She concentrated on thinking the name “Shaumra” and the phrase “I’m here.” And a reply, or really a thought, a concept, came back to her.

“Take in the pain. Welcome the pain. Absorb the pain. Turn the pain.” And then she sensed a sort of incantation or mantra. She began to think it, to form the words if they were words, in her mind without saying them out loud.

Swiftly the painful sensations were replaced by something else. Every pinch, impact and shock transformed, a small pricking sensation followed by a ripple of pleasure that radiated out from the site through her whole body. She felt it in Shaumra and she felt it echoing in herself. She closed her eyes and instead of darkness seemed to be enveloped in a glowing, warm bubble of light as she reached climaxed. Not just her climax but Shaumra’s as well. It wasn’t as if two orgasms had combined, but more like two orgasms had been multiplied by each other.

Gradually Leia began to come down from the erotic high. She became aware of voices, as if heard from a distance. One very angry voice, several pleading, plaintive excuse making voices. She also became aware of pain again, increasingly strong. And Shaumra’s presence in her mind, the unspoken mantra. She joined Shaumra. The pain decreased, the pleasure intensified. If anything, it was even stronger than before. Again the bubble of light enveloped her. A wave of pure pleasure overtook her. She surfed on its crest into oblivion.

Leia awoke in her prison chamber with no memory of how she’d gotten there. Indelible though was the memory of what she’d experienced. How had Shaumra done it? She wondered. She knew there was no such thing as magic. Even the mysterious “Force” the Jedi’s nattered on about had a basis in the real world, though the Jedi were careful to keep their knowledge to themselves.

The Jedis had their tricks. Apparently Shaumra’s cult had its own tricks and secrets, and in her current position it seemed to Leia that theirs would be of much more use to her. The Cult of the Two Moons had discovered a way to manipulate the body’s reactions, doubtlessly by tricking the body into producing the proper chemical compounds. The question in Leia’s mind was, could she do it again, without Shaumra? She waited in her cell for at least another day cycle before the guards again appeared at her door.

Once again Leia was brought into the chamber and strapped into the torture seat.  She tried to feign fear and exhaustion. She trembled. But inside she knew it was as much from anticipation of trying out what Shaumra had taught her.

The screen before her flicked on, showing the usual torture chamber. This time it was empty except for a rectangular tubing frame and in the foreground a machine whose purpose she couldn’t guess, though she was certain it was for evil.

The door of the chamber slid open. Two stormtroopers brought a slender young woman inside. A petite woman, she looked even smaller between the two burly, armored men. Leia recognized her as Alya, the youngest of her attendants. Barely out of her teens, she was said to still be a virgin. This worried Leia. Would the girl’s lack of sexual experience interfere with her plan? Shaumra had been able to transfer the knowledge to her, but they were both experienced.

Two of Colonel B’dess’s white coated technicians entered the chamber. There was no sign of the Grbl’farbs. That was curious. The technicians took charge of Alya. They placed her under the rectangular metal frame, raised her arms, and strapped her wrists into cuffs dangling from the two uprights. Once the cuffs were secure they began rising, pulling Alya off her feet.

The technicians bent over to strap Alya’s ankles into cuffs that immediately retracted back into the uprights, spreading her legs apart. They added a second pair of cuffs just below her knees that spread her even wider as well as rotating her pelvis so that her sex was even more exposed.

One of the technicians plugged in the sensor helmet on Alya’s head. Immediately Leia felt the fear nearly paralyzing the girl’s brain.

“You may have noticed,” Colonel B’dess said, “that our friends the Grbl’farbs are not involved in this session. Lord Vader was concerned with the, um, erratic results they’ve been producing. So your maiden will be enjoying the attention of a machine our engineers have designed specifically for her torment.”

On the screen Leia saw a technician approach Ayla. He held something up to her left breast. She felt the mild tingling that she knew was a transdermal injection. He turned to Ayla’s right breast and gave it the same treatment. With surprise she saw that Ayla’s nipples, tiny little brown nubs, were beginning to stand out, engorging as if she were becoming aroused. The circle of flesh at their base also began to puff out. Leia felt her own nipples reacting along with them, becoming stiffly erect.

“A small hormone injection,” Colonel B’dess explained, “to ensure she experiences the full impact of the machine.”

The technician reached for Ayla’s crotch. Leia felt the sensation of something cool and metallic spreading her outer labia and pressing against her clit hood. She sensed the fear rising in Ayla’s brain at the touch of the intruder in her most private place. She felt the tingling sensation, here bordering on painful, of the injection. Within moments she felt her clit become erect in sympathy with Ayla’s. What were they playing at, Leia wondered?

The technicians stepped back. Leia watched in mixed fascination and dread as two slender mechanical arms, rose up from the box at her feet. Each arm ended in clamp-like jaws centered in a conical ring. Unerringly the arms moved forwards until the rings were pressed against the small mounds of Ayla’s breasts and the clamps had fastened themselves on her small nipples.

Next Leia watched as two more arms rose up from a box on the floor between Ayla’s legs. Both of them terminated in what were unmistakably dildos. The devices rose rapidly towards their targets, slowing and making final adjustments in their angles of attack just before entering Ayla’s vagina and anus. Leia sensed Ayla’s fear and felt a sharp sympathetic pain between her own legs as the metal phallus destroyed her servant’s maidenhead. Leia let a tear slip at the outrage of the girl being treated so cruelly.

Worse was to come. Another arm rose from the box on the floor. This one had a small clamp flanked by V shaped arms. With unerring accuracy the arms planted themselves against Ayla’s outer lips and the clamp darted forward to seize her clitoris. Leia felt it bite down. The jaws must have been lined with small, sharp points, as were the arms she felt pressing against Ayla’s labia as if they were pressing against her own.

She sensed Ayla’s fear and rising panic. She started trying to make a connection with her, thinking her name. On the screen before her the next demonic device was deploying, two arms, each ending in a loop of cable. As soon as they reached full extension one and then the other spun quickly, swinging the cable loops out like whips to strike Ayla’s pale, perfect young buttocks.

That seemed to be the opening for a sequence of torments. The cable-whips began alternately pounding Ayla’s rump. The nipple clamps pulled and twisted, while the rings pressed against her breasts gave her random shocks. Her clitoris was stretched and twisted mercilessly. Ayla feared the machine would rip it out entirely. The dildos began pumping up and down, expanding in girth as they did so. Ayla felt as if they were going to rip her apart.

Leia redoubled her efforts to make a connection with Ayla, forming messages in her mind with both images and words. At the same time began mentally repeating the strange mantra Shaumra had used. At first she received nothing but Ayla’s fear and pain. But then she sensed a glimmering, just the barest sense of “Princess?” mixed with a sense of surprise.

Leia concentrated on sending the thought “Ayla, I’m here.” When she felt that she had a connection with Ayla she concentrated on the formula Shaumra had used. “Take in the pain. Welcome the pain. Absorb the pain. Turn the pain.” She then began repeating the mantra Shaumra had taught her. With relief she sensed Ayla picking it up.

Gradually began to feel the change start. First just a slight lessening of the pain and a slight overtone of pleasure. Then a more distinct sensation of pain followed by pleasure. And then the ratio between pain and pleasure increased, turning into a tiny pain followed immediately by a wave of pleasure. She could tell that Ayla was feeling it too.

Again Leia was enveloped by the bubble of light and climaxed as if a nova had exploded in her head. The wave receded, the pain increased, only for the wave to overtake her a second and then a third time before she collapsed into insensibility.

A limp, unconscious Leia was returned to her cell, unaware of the recriminations echoing in the hallways. She was exhausted, both mentally and physically, both from the pain and from the strange, soul shaking orgasms. It was almost as if her orgasms and Ayla’s had resonated off each and been reflected back even stronger, like two enormous waves colliding at sea, even stronger than hers and Shaumra’s had been. It was like noting she had ever felt before. And she wanted to feel it again.

She felt twinges of guilt at that. To do so meant exposing her women to more torment. But if she could again pass on the secret of turning pain to pleasure, and she felt certain that if it worked with Shaumra and her, and with her and Ayla, it would work with the others, then they had a weapon they could use to resist Lord Vader’s torturers. Yes, she rationalized. She was doing this for a high purpose. But she couldn’t deny that she also looked forward to the next session for reasons that were purely personal and selfish.

Leia heard a commotion in the corridor outside her cell. The door slid open. A man dressed in the battle armor of a storm trooper, but lacking the helmet, rushed in, followed, improbably, by the odoriferous walking shag rug Leia recognized to be a Wookie.

“We’re here to rescue you, Princess,” the man announced proudly.

“Who the fuck asked you to?” Leia snapped back.

The End

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Author’s note: Sorry to be so long finishing this story. I was rather burned out for a while and became occupied with other projects.