BDSM Library - The Interrogation of Princess Leia

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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……………….

1The Interrogation of Princess Leia

Part 2

After about fifteen minutes two more Grbl’farbs entered the chamber. As before one led, one followed and a woman entered between them. When the first one had cleared the doorway and stepped aside Leia saw that the victim this time was Jada.

Leia had a long, full frontal look at the girl, so lovely with her fair complexion, full but firm, slightly pendulous breasts, wide feminine hips, the beautiful geometry of legs and belly all centered on the thin dark line of her feminine slit. What were they going to do to the lovely creature, Leia wondered. She feared it would be more than the poor young girl could stand.

One Grbl’farb went to the control panel. A metal frame, like an inverted U, slid into view, stopping in front of Jada. Cuffs dangled from the top corners and the lower ends of the frame.

One of the Grbl’farbs positioned Jada under the frame. Her arms were raised and her wrists strapped into the cuffs. Her legs were spread and her ankles strapped into the lower set of cuffs. The end of the wire harness was plugged into a socket mounted on the frame. Immediately Leia felt the mild tension on her arms, shoulders and wrists, the pressure of the cuffs on her ankles.

The Grbl’farb went back to the control panel. Leia saw the wrist cuffs moving, felt the pull on her arms, Jada’s arms. The frame raise up slightly. Jada’s feet came off the floor. Then the ankle cuffs were being drawn in opposite directions, spreading Jada’s legs even further apart. When she was stretched so tightly that she couldn’t move anything except her head one of the Grbl’farbs fastened a head restraint to the frame and strapped Jada’s head in place. She was literally unable to move any part of her body.

With Jada prepared the Grbl’farb slowly rotated the frame in a complete circle. Leia suspected it was done for her benefit, to show her Jada’s beautiful body, held rigid and helpless, from every angle. The frame stopped when Jada was facing the view screen again. Her eyes were wide with terror, her breathing coming fast. Leia could see the swell of her belly, the slight rise of her breasts.

But one part of Jada seemed to catch Leia’s eye, to hold it. The extreme spread position opened up Jada’s lower lips. The pink fold that covered her clitoris and the slightly darker inner lips beyond it were fully exposed to sight, to touch, to torture.

The Grbl’farb let Leia take a long look at Jada, then rotated the frame slightly to Jada’s left. The other Grbl’farb had gone to the cabinet and now returned with two floggers. He handed one to his partner, then took up position behind Jada. The other went to stand in front of Jada. It was obvious that he’d rotated the frame so that he wouldn’t block Leia’s view as he drew back on the flogger and then laid it on Jada’s breasts.

Leia felt the impact as if it were on her own breasts, the heavy leather falls battering the soft flesh out of the way. Unlike the whip that had sliced across Kaala’s buttocks this implement was design to smash rather than cut. Even as she bit down on the rubber gag, she watched and was struck by the surreal sight of the soft globes being lifted, compressed, distorted as the Grbl’farb delivered a rapid series of forehand and backhand blows. Jada’s breasts were turning red and bruises were starting to show.

Having punished Jada’s breasts the Grbl’farb changed his target. He swung down at an angle, raking the tips of the flogger across Jada’s belly. The other Grbl’farb now joined in. He’d gone to stand behind Jada and began applying his flogger to Jada’s buttocks. The two began trading strokes, one punishing the girl’s back, the other her belly, thighs and breasts, with Leia feeling each thudding impact.

Just when she thought neither she nor poor Jada could take any more the beasts stopped. Leia opened her eyes to see what was happening, hoping they’d stopped for good but fearing it was only only a brief reprieve while they prepared for worse. Poor Jada’s breasts, belly and thighs were so red they were almost glowing, marked by the dark blue and purple patches where bruises were forming. Leia could imagine that he girl’s rump must be equally battered.

One of the Grbl’farbs brought thick straps from the cabinet and looped these around Jada’s thighs, then fastened the ends to the uprights on either side. It seemed unnecessary, since Jada was already completely immobilized. But the beast was strong, he managed to spread Jada’s thighs even wider. Leia felt as if her own thigh bones were in danger of being pulled out of their sockets. The other Grbl’farb brought out a metal bar with a pad along its center section. He placed this behind the small of Jada’s back and fastened the ends to the metal frame.

She watched as one of the Grbl’farbs went to a cabinet and returned with a short black leather strap. The Grbl’farb stood slightly to the side so that Leia’s view wasn’t obscured. He gave Jada’s pussy a hard, full force slap with the strap. Leia screamed and tried to close her legs to protect herself from the pain in her crotch. The straps made doubly sure she couldn’t.

The Grbl’farb delivered ten hard slaps to Jada’s pussy. Tears were streaming from the girl’s eyes, as they were from Leia’s. As each blow landed on Jada’s tender flesh pain centered on leia’s crotch shot through her body. She jerked against her restraints and screamed as well as she could with the rubber bar in her teeth.

After the ten blow the Grbl’farb stepped back. Its partner came forward, carrying a device like a medical clamp but with wider jaws and a screw device for closing it. With his free hand he reached between Jada’s legs and spread her labia. Leia felt the intrusion on her own labia. Then coarse fingers were fondling her clit. They weren’t gentle. As she felt the callused fingers working Jada’s tender flesh she saw the Grbl’farb in the other room extending the clamp. She felt the cold metal replace the fingertips, felt the pressure grow on her clit and clit hood as the clamp jaws were squeezed together.

In the other chamber Jada’s mouth was wide open. Leia knew she was screaming for all she was worth, because she was trying to do the same in spite of the gag. The Grbl’farb was turning the screw adjustment to make the clamp tighter, crushing the tender flesh between the metal jaws. Leia knew intellectually that it was Jada’s clit that was being crushed, not hers. But her body lied to her, telling her of the agony being inflicted between her legs.

The Grbl’farb, apparently satisfied that there was no point going further, stopped tightening. He left the clamp in place though as he rotated the frame forward. He brought the frame up almost up to horizontal, so that Jada was facing the overhead. The end of the clamp was visible, bouncing in front of her at a downward angle. Leia could feel it tugging on her clit.

The Grbl’farb lifted up on the clamp, then let it drop. Just the weight of the clamp itself was almost unendurable. The Grbl’farb repeated the lift and drop several times. Then he grabbed the clamp and started twisting, first left, then right. Back and forth. Leia felt as if her clit would be twisted right off.

And then all sensation ceased. Jada had slipped into unconsciousness. Leia thought she also had blacked out briefly. She opened her eyes and saw two white suited technicians examining Jada. They exchanged a few words with the Grbl’farbs, then began unfastening Jada. They carried her from the chamber, followed by the Grbl’farbs.

Colonel B’Dess came to stand by Leia’s head. He motioned to the storm trooper to remove the gag.

“We’ll have your maiden Jada back again later, when she’s recovered herself. Or you could save her and yourself much pain by simply telling us all you know about the Rebel Alliance. For example, where is their main headquarters?” He waited for an answer. Leia set her jaw and stared at the view screen, now showing the empty torture chamber. “Very well, Princess. You’re certainly brave when it’s the innocent bodies of your maidens-in-waiting that will suffer. So be it.”

A few minutes later Leia saw the door to the torture chamber slide open again. One of the Grbl’farbs from the last torture session entered. Behind him came another of Leia’s maids in waiting. The other Grbl’farb followed the naked, bound captive. Like Leia and the other girls, all her bodily hair had been removed and the horrid wire harness had been fitted to her scalp.

Leia recognized the poor girl. It was Avra. Avra was the shortest of the women in Leia’s entourage, which only served to accentuate her feminine shape. She had strong yet shapely legs and full, rounded hips and full, heavy breasts. The other women sometimes jokingly called her the fertility goddess for her attributes.

Colonel B’dess’s voice took on the saccharine quality it had when he was taunting. “Breasts are wonderful things, aren’t they?” he said. “So sensitive. So malleable. The Grbl’farbs are quite fascinated by the breasts of human females. Grbl’farbs are not mammalian, you know. Therefore, though their sexual apparatus has a superficial similarity to humans, their females do not have breasts. The potential for inflicting pain on them is quite fascinating. They’re very fond of hurting them.”

The Grdl’farbs positioned Avra in the center of the torture chamber, facing the camera. The torture frame that had been used on Jada in the previous session had been moved out of view. One of the Grbl’farbs remained behind Avra to prevent her from resisting. From his motions Leia guessed that he was binding Avra’s wrists together behind her back.

A padded metal cross bar rose into view in front of Avra. It was a bit wider than her hips and supported by a pipe at either end. It came up to just below Avra’s crotch and stopped. The Grbl’farb knelt down, spread Avra’s legs and strapped her ankles to the pipe uprights. When he was finished securing her ankles he went to stand beside her. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and forced her to bend forwards at the hips.

A metal pipe descended into view. It had an elongated pad at the lower end and was centered between Avra’s shoulder blades. When it had stopped against her back the Grbl’farb tied a strap to the bindings around Avra’s wrists and pulled them upwards, tying the strap off to an eyebolt set high on the pipe.

Colonel B’dess stood next to Leia. “A lovely position your maiden is in, isn’t it? I think it shows off her breasts quite nicely.”

Leia could see what he meant. With Avra forced to bend forwards her large breasts dangled lasciviously, the small brown nipples pointing straight down, an open invitation to use and abuse. And when the Grbl’farb plugged Avra’s wire harness in Leia immediately felt the hanging weight of Avra’s breasts, swaying slightly with her breathing.

“I’m sure you can see why the Grbl’farbs favor this position. The unpleasantness will begin momentarily…unless you elect to stop it.” The Colonel paused. “Very well. Trooper, replace the gag. I believe the Princess will be needing it.”

In the other chamber a Grbl’farb had moved to Avra’s side. In his hand he held an elongate paddle. Leia was surprise to see that it was made of wood, with holes bored through the long, flat blade.

“You’ll find, Princess,” the Colonel said as the beast brandished the device, “that Grbl’farbs are surprisingly attached to natural materials. Perhaps it’s because they’re essentially very primitive.”

The Grbl’farb was teasing Avra now, rubbing the blade of the paddle against her breasts, pushing them gently to make them sway, lifting them and letting them drop. Feeling what Avra felt Leia knew it was only slightly uncomfortable but she could also feel Avra’s apprehension, and see the fear in her eyes as well. She knew what was coming.

The Grbl’farb drew the paddle back and delivered a viciously hard swat to Avra’s left breast. He followed with a blow to the right. The pain was agonizing, not just from the impact of the unyielding wood but from the weight of the boobs themselves being set in motion, tugging and pulling as they were forced from the path of the paddle.

The Grbl’farb repeated the alternating strokes several times. Then he applied a series of upward strokes, bringing the paddle up underneath each boob in turn. The impact stung as it lifted the heavy globe, and then a second jolt of pain came as the paddle swung off to the side and breast was allowed to fall.

As bad as that was there was worse in store for Avra and Leia. The other Grbl’farb took over her Avra’s torment. He fastened a clamp on each of Avra’s nipples, screwing them down tight. When the clamps were in place he went to the cabinet and returned with a pair of weights and a thin wooden cane. He hooked a weight on each clamp and let it drop. Avra and Leia both screamed at the shock.

Then the Grbl’farb stood off to one side, taking some practice swings with the thin wooden cane. Leia braced herself for the first impact. When it came it was even worse than she anticipated. Against Avra’s already bruised flesh the cane felt like a white-hot wire pressed against her skin.

Back and forth the Grbl’farb worked the cane. First on one breast then the other, striking on one side, then the other. And with each blow the weighted clamps swung back and forth, adding their torment.

How much more of this could she, could Avra, stand, Leia thought? How much worse could it get? And then it got worse.

To be continued………….

1The Interrogation of Princess Leia

Part 3

Quickly Avra’s hanging breasts were laced with angry red welts, some oozing blood. Each stroke of the cane produced a double torment, first the cutting impact of the slender wooden implement, then the painful tugging of the nipple weights as they were set swinging back and forth. A dozen blows were delivered to each of the dangling globes.

The Grbl’farb removed the clamps holding the weights. He gave each breast several hard slaps, then reached for the buckle that held his loincloth in place. He dropped the filthy garment and displayed his organ for both Leia and Avra to see. It was a grotesque and fearsome thing, twenty centimeters long and five thick. It was lumpy and, to human eyes, misshapen, rather like a yam with a pointy tip.

The Grbl’farb stroked his member several times. It grew even thicker and longer. He grabbed Avra’s hair and held her head up as he waved it in front of her face. Leia thought he meant to shove it in her mouth but instead he released Avra’s head and walked behind her. Leia felt the coarse fingers probing Avra’s pussy as if it were her own. Then the tip of the organ was pushing its way past her inner lips, painfully stretching out Avra’s tight passage.

The Grbl’farb began thrusting, violently. Each stroke was agony. Leia felt as if her lower regions were being torn apart.

The other Grbl’farb came to stand next to Avra. He carried a length of rope, which he looped around Avra’s neck. Leia saw Avra’s eyes grow wide as he tightened the rope. She felt Avra’s panic as her breath was cut off.

“Grbl’farbs have some interesting sexual practices,” Colonel B’dess was saying. Leia wasn’t sure if it was addressed to her or to the technicians in the room. “I understand the Grbl’farb female finds this practice extremely stimulating.”

In the other chamber the Grbl’farb continued to pound away at Avra’s pussy. Leia was certain from the sensations she was receiving that Avra was bleeding. The misshapen organ felt as rigid and unyielding as if it were made of wood or stone and the beast’s thrusts were powerful and merciless. Compounding the pain from the rape was the mental agony of the strangling rope. The Grbl’farb seemed to be an expert with it. He cut off Avra’s breath until she was on the very point of passing out, but they he relaxed and let her breath again before repeating the process. Leia prayed that he would misjudge, hold the rope tight just a few seconds too long and end Avra’s agony.

But it was not to be. Time after time the beast carefully let her come back until its partner climaxed in a series of increasingly violent, deep thrusts. Whether it was the rope or the cumulative pain, Avra faded out, and with her Leia’s link. Leia rested in her bonds, totally drained.

“Quite exciting, wasn’t it, Princess?” Colonel B’dess said in her ear. “Do we really have to continue. I assure it, it will only get worse. I’ll leave you alone for a while to consider.

He left the compartment, followed by the storm troopers and technicians. The last one out turned off the lights and closed he door, leaving Leia, still bound in the torture chair, in the darkness.

It may have been hours or perhaps the better part of a standard day when Colonel B’dess and his entourage returned.

“Well, have you anything to tell me, Princess?” he asked. He waited, but she gave no answer. “Very well. We shall continue.”

The wall she was facing turned transparent again, but instead of looking into the torture chamber they were looking at a much larger chamber. In this new chamber there was a clear plastic tank, about six feet across and five feet deep. It stood slightly off center. Beside it, hanging from two chains, was a metal or plastimetal rectangle. It was about five feet across and four high.

Two Grbl’farbs came into view, escorting a naked female. Leia recognized Ariel. As with the others she’d been shorn of hair and fitted with the wire harness.

The Grbl’farbs led her to the hanging rectangle and ordered her to climb onto it, standing on the lower horizontal. The upper horizontal had cut outs placed to accommodate her neck and wrists. She had to squat down slightly so the bar was above her shoulders. When she was in place another bar was set locking her wrists in place.

Cuffs were fastened around her ankles, holding her feet to the lower bar. Straps fastened to the two uprights were tied around her legs just below the knee and used to force her to spread her legs wide. The effect was stark and startling. Ariel was exposed, vulnerable, but also in a way strangely erotic. The semi-squat rotated her hips so that the split oval of her vulva was fully displayed and open. The raised position of her arms lifted and separated her small but rounded, slightly pendulous breasts.

When Ariel had been secured to the frame the Grbl’farbs plugged her wire harness into a socket on a cable hanging from the overhead. Then they brought out small applicator devices. They removed the tops and began painting her beasts with a clear fluid, paying particular attention to her nipples. Leia could feel what Ariel was feeling now. Whatever the material was, it wasn’t painful. It merely felt like a syrup. It dried quickly.

When they’d given her breasts a thorough coating one moved to her rear and began painting her buttocks. The other began painting her vulva, giving her outer lips a good coating, then working the material into all the inner creases. Again, it didn’t sting, as Leia expected it might since it was obviously preparation for a torture. It just felt cool and damp. She could sense Ariel’s anxiety and embarrassment when the beast began stroking the applicator over her clitoral hood. Her anxiety peaked when the beast pulled back her hood and dabbed generous amounts of the liquid on and around her clit.

With the preparations complete the Grbl’farbs stepped back. One appeared to have a control box. The frame began to rise up. When it was high enough to clear the edge of the tank it moved sideways, then started to lower into the tank. It stopped when the upper crossbar was at the level of the water, so that Ariel was submerged except for her head and her hands.

What was this all about, Leia wondered. What was the torture here. The water was pleasantly warm.

Colonel B’dess was standing next to her now. “You’re wondering what this is all about, I’m sure. Are you familiar with the Varodahnko Leech? I doubt you would be. A nasty planet full of nasty creatures, like this leech.” A box appeared on the view screen. A non-descript elongated object was in the center of the box, like a desiccated black sausage. A drawing of a hand next to it showed that it was the length of a human forefinger.

The image on the screen zoomed into one end of the ugly creature. The sausage ended in two concentric circles, which Leia guessed were its mouth parts.

“The nasty thing about our little leeches is their sucking apparatus. Not one but three.” Three needle-like projections appeared on the screen, arranged in a triangle a the center of the mouth. “The other nasty thing about these fascinating creatures is that they don’t like to be removed. To prevent that happening, they have these.” A row of cats claws appeared around the outer circle, the points all facing in. “And one more thing. They secret a chemical in their mucus which acts as a topical anesthetic on their prey in their native habitat. Unfortunately it works quite the opposite on humans. It’s quite irritating, I’m told. And yes, we’ve put a goodly number of these leeches in the tank. The liquid that was being painted on certain parts of Ariel is an attractant, to make sure our little assistants know where to go.”

The image on the screen zoomed in until the entire screen was filled by the tank, Ariel’s bound body presented several times life size. In horror Leia watched as small, black wrigglers rose from the bottom of the tank. She sensed confusion coming from Ariel. Her head was moving from side to side. She couldn’t see down into the water, had no idea of the terror rising up towards her.

The leeches were almost up to Ariel’s crotch now. Leia felt the light touch as they brushed against Ariel’s thighs. Ariel could feel it too. Leia could see the rising panic in Ariel’s face, sense the horror she was feeling. She wished the link worked both ways, that she could warn her what was to come. The poor girl could have no idea of what was in the tank with her, only feel the sickly soft, oozy sensation, like ghoul’s finger’s brushing against her.

The first leech attached itself on Ariel’s inner thigh, just below her pussy. Leia felt its teeth-hooks exploring, testing Ariel’s skin. It tickled at first, but was followed quickly by a sharp pain as the claws dug in and the creature anchored itself to Ariel’s leg. A still sharper pain followed as the three hypodermic needle-like fangs sank into her flesh and began sucking her blood.

The next leech fastened itself on Ariel’s left butt cheek, near her rectum. Leia saw her throw her head back and scream as she felt the sharp little teeth dig in. Another found the under side of Ariel’s left breast. Ariel was twisting and jerking her body in a useless effort to dislodge the parasites. Several more attached themselves to the poor girl’s buttocks.

Leia watched Ariel twisting and squirming in the tank as several more leeches found the under sides of her breasts and attached themselves. She felt the pricking of the claw like teeth digging into the skin to hold the creatures in place, then the sharper pain of the sucking fangs penetrating deep into Ariel’s flesh.

And the pain grew worse. At each place where a leech had fastened itself and begun sucking Ariel, and Leia, began to feel a stinging sensation that grew rapidly worse, like an acid burn.

More leeches found Ariel’s breasts. Nearly a dozen were hanging on them, growing fat on her blood. Then one found her left nipple and fastened itself, nearly engulfing the small, tender bit of flesh. Ariel shook frantically but uselessly in an effort to dislodge it.

Other leeches had found her pussy as well. Several were hanging from her outer lips. With horror Leia felt one of the leeches probing near Ariel’s clitoris. Unlike the other leeches which had fastened themselves where they first touched her skin this one seemed to be exploring. Perhaps the soft inner folds of her pussy confused it. Leia felt the pricking sensation as leech maneuvered itself, digging in its teeth on one side and pulling itself along. It seemed to be seeking just the right place to sink in its fangs. Leia involuntarily held her breath, as if it would do any good, when she felt the sharp little teeth nearing Arial’s clitoris. Then the teeth were digging into the sensitive nub of flesh as the creature pulled itself under Ariel’s clitoral hood and positioned itself almost directly on the clit.

Leia looked at Ariel’s face. The girl’s eyes were wide with fright, her mouth open, ready to scream. No longer twisting, she seemed to be frozen in fear of what was about to happen. Leia felt the leech digging its holding teeth in firmly around the clit. Could the devilsh being have any sense of what it was about to do?

When it sank its three fangs directly into Ariel’s clit Leia thought she’d faint. Her vision exploded into white light. She bit down so hard on the gag that bits of rubber came loose. Her entire world shrank into a sharp, radiating pain the seemed to radiate from her very center through her entire body. It seemed like she endured it for hours before Ariel lapsed into unconsciousness.

To be continued………………

1The Interrogation of Princess Leia

Part 4

“Too much blood loss,” Colonel B’Dess said, faking concern. “The leeches can extract an enormous amount of blood. But no matter. We’ll give her a transfusion and she’ll be ready for more in no time.” He placed a hand on Leia’s breast and squeezed, slowly increasing the pressure. “But how about you? How many more times must your ladies suffer for your intransigence?”

One of the white coated technicians came and spoke softly to the Colonel. He released his grip on Leia’s breast, then stroked it softly.

“My experts recommend you be given a respite, some time to recover yourself. To consider your position. We wouldn’t want to push you over the edge to insanity. However, I think we’ll give you something to think about first.”

The viewscreen lit up again. Now they were seeing the inside of a medical bay. In the center of the room stood an examination table, with stirrups mounted on the end. Another of Leia’s maidens was being brought in. Like all the others, she’d been shorn of all hair and had the wire harness attached to her head. Leia recognized the face, slender hips and perky breasts of Liana.

She was helped awkwardly up onto the table, her feet raised and place in the stirrups, then strapped tightly in place. When her wire harness was plugged, in Leia could sense just how tight the straps were, and how panicky Liana was becoming as she tried them.

Liana’s legs were strapped in place at the knee, the straps pulling them even wider apart. A human technician moved into place, taking a seat between Liana’s legs. The camera moved to look over his shoulder. The technician fastened bands around Liana’s thighs, just where they met her torso. He fastened a pair of clamps to each of Liana’s outer lips, the hooked the clamps to the bands, opening her vuvla. Next, he fastened surgical clamps to Liana’s clitoral hood. Leia felt the cold metal and the pressure. She wondered what they were intending, dreading it because she knew it couldn’t be good.

A second technician joined the first, standing near Liana’s waist. He grasped the handles of the clamps and pulled the girl’s clitoral hood up and away. The first technician took a scalpel and began carefully cutting away the tender flesh. Leia involuntarily screamed as she felt Liana’s pain.

“An interesting thought, no?” Colonel B’Dess said in his most irritating voice. “Exposing the poor girl’s most sensitive organ. One of the Grbl’farbs suggested it. Clitorises also fascinate them. Their females apparently don’t have them. He wanted to do it himself, but we were afraid he might get carried away. A Grbl’farb with a knife is an unpredictable thing.”

The technician was taking his time, cutting slowly and carefully. A thin trickle of blood was running down the creases of Liana’s crotch. When he’d severed the last bit of tissue he sprayed the entire region with an antiseptic. It burned where it touched the raw flesh. Then he swabbed a thick gel over the wound.

“Not to worry, Princess. With our accelerated healing agents, your maiden will be ready to go in no time. It will be interesting to see what our ingenious Grbl’farb has planned for her, won’t it?” The Colonel reached between Leia’s thighs and stroked her sex. Leia recoiled from his fingers, partly because the sharing of Liana’s ordeal was so real to her that she felt as if her own organ had been left mutilated and raw.

The screen went blank. Leia’s harness was unplugged and she was released from the chair. Two storm troopers stood ready to quell any resistance, but they were unnecessary. Leia was so drained that she collapsed on the deck and was taken back to her cell on a gurney.

Again she was left in the cell, most of the time in the dark, with food delivered irregularly so she had no sense of the passage of time. It might have been only the next day or it might have been several days when the storm troopers again came to escort her to the torture chamber. There was no point in resisting, so she went with them and allowed herself to be strapped into the chair again.

Colonel B’Dess entered. “So, all rested and ready to go on? I assure you my Grbl’farbs are more than eager to continue. In fact, we’ve decided to give them a bit of a treat. Knowing their tastes, we’ve been saving this maiden.” The viewscreen came to life. Leia saw Shaumra being led into a large chamber. “Yes, the Grbl’farbs have fairly coarse tastes. They like a meaty dish, something they can, as it were, sink their teeth into.”

Poor Shaumra, Leia thought. Unlike most of her retinue, Leia knew little about Shaumra. She was a quiet, very reserved girl from the isolated region of Prandar M’Hara, a land of dense forests and deep valleys, inhabited by the reclusive members of the Cult of the Two Moons. They were a secretive group. There were many rumors about the strange rituals they practiced, but in keeping with the planetary charter of Naboo, they were left to conduct their own affairs as they saw fit, and Princess Leia had never seen it fit to intrude into Shaumra’s private life.

Also unlike most of Leia’s retinue, Shaumra, only in her twenties, had a robust figure. She was of medium height, with broad shoulders and wide hips. Her breasts were by far the largest of any of Leia’s maidens; her bottom was large but shapely. Leia feared for what evil thoughts Shaumra’s attributes would inspire in the Grbl’Farbs’ beastial brains.

The Grbl’farbs stopped her in the center of the chamber. A cable was brought out and Shaumra’s wire harness plugged into it. Immediately Leia sensed Shaumra’s fear, felt the rough hands of the Grbl’farb who held her firmly by the shoulders. But, oddly enough, Leia also sensed an underlying excitement. Did she not know what horrors the Grbl’farbs were about to inflict on her?

Another Grbl’Farb bound her hands her back, then took a length of rope and tightly bound it around the base of Shaumra’s right breast, making it bulge out. He tied it off, then did the same to the other breast.

Once her breasts were bound, Shaumra was forced down onto her back and her ankles strapped together. A chain was lowered from the overhead. Shaumra’s ankle straps were hooked to the end of the chain and she was raised up until she was hanging free, her crotch at the level of the Grbl’farbs’ shoulders.

All four of the Grbl’farb’s took up positions around her, evenly spaced out and five or six meters away. Each held a coil of black ropelike material. Leia didn’t recognize it at first.

“You may not be familiar with these, Princess,” Colonel B’Dess said tauntingly. “They’re quite common on the more backwards agrarian planets. They’re called bullwhips.”

The Grbl’farbs began working the whips back and forth, their tips tracing sinuous paths through the air. It was almost beautiful, a ballet of sorts, Leia thought, until the first one shot out towards Shaumra, the tip catching her on the hip with an impact that felt like a knife blade. Leia felt the pain radiating outwards from the impact site, up and down the side of her body.

The Grbl’farbs began striking out in rotation, circling Shaumra. The vicious cutting tips struck at her in rapid succession, leaving , angry welts on her thighs, her buttocks, breasts, belly, back and even on her mons. In response, Shaumra twisted and jerked like a fish on a hook.

After the whipping was done Shaumra was lowered to the deck. Leia hoped that that signaled an end, at least for a little while, to her suffering. But it was not to be. Shaumra was given only a few minutes to recover while her torturers made their preparations.

A heavy bench was brought out and placed near her. Her ankles remained tied together and her wrists remained bound behind her back, so the Grbl’farbs had to help her up onto her knees and place her against the bench. Her large breasts were laid out on top of it.

One of the Grbl’farbs slid a plasti-wood board under Shaumra’s breasts. Three long screws extended upward from the board, one between her breasts and one on either side. A second, narrower board was placed over her breasts, with the screws sliding through matching holes. Wing nuts were spun into place, making the boards into a large clamp and cruelly compressing the tender, already sore organs. To Leia the pain was almost unbearable as the wing nuts were tightened still further.

One of the Grbl’farbs approached Shaumra. He carried a hammer. Another placed a thin nail over one of Shaumra’s nipples. Leia felt the point pricking the flesh. It was driven home with three rapid blows. A second nail was driven through the other nipple.

Shaumra was helped to her feet, the weight of the improvised clamp pulling on her breasts, the weight of the board nailed to her nipples adding even more to the agony. The bench was removed and two light chains lowered from the overhead. The ends of the chains were hooked to either end of the clamp. Another chain was lowered two meters behind her. Without warning, two Grbl’farbs seized Shaumra and pulled her legs out from under her, raising them up until her ankles could be hooked to the chain. She was left hanging by her ankles and breasts, her body describing an arc that put horrible strain on her back, as well as stretching her breasts painfully. Leia felt as if her own breasts were threatening rip away, her own backbone threatening to snap.

She also felt something that confused her. There, beneath the pain, that sense of excitement was growing. It wasn’t just the fear and the agony that was making Shaumra’s heart beat faster.

Predictably, the passive torment wasn’t enough for the Grbl’farbs. Two of them armed themselves with short, wide straps; the other two with small shock probes. They took turn slapping Shaumra’s buttocks and the exposed parts of her breasts. After each round of slapping, the shock probes were applied to her most sensitive areas, particularly between her legs. Her involuntary jerks punished her breasts even more cruelly.

Leia’s brain seemed like it was split in two now. Part of it had merged with Shaumra’s, feeling everything she felt. But another part remained Leia, detached observing, and becoming more and more confused. She saw what was happening to Shaumra. She felt the pain that racked her body. She felt the impact of the slappers, and even worse, she felt the sudden, stabbing pain around her buttocks and mons and even her labia when a Grbl’farb jabbed the tip of a probe against her and flicked the fire button.

But part of her brain that was merged with Shaumra felt rising excitement, an excitement that she couldn’t place at first because it seemed so out of place. Shaumra was becoming sexually excited, and that excitement was passing through to Leia. It was insane, she knew. It couldn’t be. But the more horribly the beast Grbl’farbs tormented Shaumra, the more turned on she became.

The part of Leia’s mind that remained detached heard the voice of the technician.

“Colonel, we’re getting some strange readings.”

“What do you mean, strange?”

“Well, sir, I’ve never seen this when someone was being tortured.”

In the other chamber, one of the Grbl’farbs gave Shaumra a particularly nasty series of shocks. He started on her breasts, poking just below her bleeding nipples, then moving down to her pussy, shoving the tip deep within her crevice and triggering it over and over. It pushed Shaumra over the edge. A wave of sheer pleasure swept through her body, and echoed through Leia’s. And then it dissolved as Shaumra passed out.

“What just happened?” Leia asked herself, when the rational part of her mind was back in control. She knew she’d just experienced an orgasm, the most intense she’d ever had, but why it had happened she couldn’t understand.

And neither could the colonel nor the technician. She heard their voices behind her.

“It makes no sense, sir,” the technician was saying. “Suddenly the pain level dropped. And according to the instruments, she was experiencing intense pleasure.”

“That’s impossible. You must be mistaken.”

“Sir, that’s what the instruments say.”

“It must be a malfunction. Recalibrate the equipment. It will give them time to revive our victim.”

To be continued………………

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

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.

The Interrogation of Princess Leia

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