Naked Talon

Cade stood watching as Syn continued his preparations on the Sith inside the interrogation room within the Mynock, the concealed window allowing him to watch without those inside the room knowing of both the window being there and him standing behind it. This was just as well as the tension on his ship had been rising ever since he had allowed that imperial princess and her attendant on to it. He’d recognised the princess almost immediately and there had been no mistaking the Sith pursuing her. He’d all but thrown the two fleeing women onboard as he’d pushed his ship to take off, all the while with Blue and Syn demanding to know what was going on. All he’d had to say was the word Sith and they couldn’t get the ship moving fast enough, which suited him as he could feel the force returning to him with the rise of his emotions and an adrenalin rush burning though him.

The forces healing energy burnt away the last effects of the deathsticks he’d taken only a short while before and he needed some quite to concentrate, to quell his emotions that were threatening to overwhelm him. He’d got no such luck as the princess had followed him onto the bridge, adding that her pursuer was likely a Hand of the Sith, personal enforcer of the Sith Emperor himself.

For a moment he wasn’t there on the Mynock, he was back on Ossus as another Sith Hand struck down his father, as he swore vengeance on the pale faced killer. He’d returned to the conversation on the bridge just as Syn had commentated on how much this one Sith might know, how much money they could make from that information. Cade himself was thinking about his sudden chance at getting a shot at his revenge if this new Hand could tell him where to find the old one.

With thoughts of seemingly long abandoned hopes of revenge running through his mind his hand had moved without any real thought, firing the rear laser cannons down at the pursuing assassin before the wake from their take-off had even cleared.

While Blue had cried out in despair at his choice of attacking instead of getting out of there the princess and Syn had been more than pleased as Cade had swung the ship around, anticipating his targets action and firing right on top of her fleeing form. He’d grabbed up his blaster and told Syn they were going down there just as the princesses blue skin twi’lek attendant walked in onto his bridge.

In a moment of infuriating insight she’d somehow recognised him as her brothers old friend and with but a word had made things very uncomfortable for him and his crew, “Skywalker!!!”

He could only guess the expression on Syn’s face as the most famous Jedi surname in history had just be attached to his friend, after all it had been Syn that had convinced there old boss to rescue him from his destroyed fighter above the jedi training world of Ossus all those years ago, and now it was clear that from the very beginning he’d been lying to him about what he was. He could feel the ship moving under him as Blue prepared for another pass, at least one of his crew was determined not to get killed by forgetting the Sith assassin they had just picked a fight with. If he was going to use the jetpacks to get to ground while the Sith was disorientated he had to go now. Turning back to the others he’d reached out with his returning force connection, getting a grip on the princesses lightsaber, he summoned it to his hand, confirming to all the world that he was a Jedi, “Sith first, we’ll settle up later.”

He’d left the bridge at a run at that, an obviously reluctant Syn close behind. They’d got to ground while the Mynock buzzed the Sith, moving in for the kill. His mind returned to the hear and now as Syn finished his work on the now naked red skinned Twi’lek, she’d been more than a match for the two, it had only been sheer luck, trickery and righteous anger that they had won and her body was testament to why. Sith markings and tattoo’s covered her, each earned from trials of combat and violence, she was a true Sith warrior, a hand, which meant that she would know a great deal, including how to resist torture, escape and then kill them all, painfully.

Of course Syn, after a brief conversation, well angry yelling about his heritage would be more accurate, had said he had a way to at least weaken her for interrogation. When they had served on board Rav’s ship as teenagers Syn had spent a great deal of time with a Yuuzhan Vong who had also been crewing onboard. Along with the knowledge of how to use the force invisible thud bugs or ‘Nang hul’ the Vong had told him about a specially shaped Yorik-kul that he’d brought with him in the hopes of using on a Jedi.

Yorik-kul, better known to the people of this galaxy as surge coral had been used by the Vong to control their captured slaves. Implanted onto their captives it had allowed them to inflicting pain upon the implanted with but a single command, while all the while deterring thoughts of resistance and escape. Left for long enough the coral would grow and eventually break a slaves mind allowing the Vong to use them till they simply dropped. Of course during their war with the then New Republic the vong shapers had made many alterations to the coral, the better to increase its effectiveness, and according to Syn’s friend one shaper in particular had shown a truly sadistic streak. He and a like minded warrior had become obsessed with the Jedi and their connection to the force and finding ways to break them. To that end the shaper had designed a special coral that would prevent the implanted from being able to connect with the force while at the same time heightening the bodies receptiveness to better further interrogation. Apparently the coral had only ever been used once, to less than satisfactory results. The shaper had continued his work, further refining his design to a thing of beauty apparently but his superiors had had enough of him and his ‘deviant’ ideas.

The shaper had been killed, his work seemingly destroyed. Somehow the Vong onboard Rav’s ship had know about this hundred year dead shaper and his work, found a surviving set of the coral and had signed on onboard Rav’s ship in the hopes of getting hold of a female Jedi. The Vong had been out of luck and had eventually given up, passing on the coral to Syn, who had kept them for force knows what reason and had now painstakingly applied them to the Sith.

Looking like little spikes of coral they started at the back of her head, two parallel lines of spaced out coral, they ran up and over her head, running around the sides of her eyes and down her face and neck. They moved outward from her shoulders, going around the swells of her breasts they moved inwards across her stomach to run down close either side of her navel, moving outwards to her hips before cutting back, the two lines meeting at her clit, restarting as a single line from her cunt to her asshole. The line would stop and then restart again, running upwards from her sweet ass the line would move up her spine to split again at the base of her neck into two, the two parallel lines would met up at the starting point at the back of her head. If it weren’t for the fact that he knew Syn had placed them on her body Cade would have almost thought they would normally be there as they were almost in keeping with the general exotic look of the Twi’lek.

Of course many of his question about the ‘deviant’ nature of the shaper who had created these coral had been answered during the implanting as her body becoming incredibly sensitive to the touch it seemed, more than once he’d heard the unconscious woman moan out as Syn hand’s had brushed against her in her sleep, it was clear now what the truth really was. A long dead shaper who had sought to break the female Jedi and turn them into whores, a Vong a hundred years later looking to find himself a Jedi sex slave, and force alone knows what Syn had been using these things for, or on who.

Suddenly he didn’t like this new fact about his friend, but she was Sith, a darkside murderer and that meant she deserved it, or at least that was what he was trying to convince himself of. Force help him since finally reawakening himself up to its power he’d been having weird dreams the last couple of nights while waiting for Syn to get ready, he’d had flashes and visions he couldn’t quite shake and more than one had included the woman now in interrogation.

The interrogation room had been added to the Mynock a few years ago, as a bounty hunter getting information was vital, but most of the time people just didn’t seem to want to tell him what he wanted to know. On those occasions he or one of the others had had to try and coax or beat the information out of them but that had been overly difficult on occasions, time consuming and dangerous. In a word it had been inefficient so they’d built themselves a place where they could work that was secure and appropriately equipped.

At first glance the room looked just like a padded cell used in low funded mental institutions, however at the press of a button parts of the room could rise up to form tables, sections could shift aside to allow apparatus to become accessible, hidden sensors could monitor the rooms occupants and stun weapons could knock them out. At present Syn had simply accessed two sets of short chains, one from the ceiling and another from the floor. To these chains he’d hook up two bars which ended in manacles, one bar was between the Twi’leks legs, forcing them apart as the restraints wrapped around her ankles. The other bar was above her head, her arms being held up above and to the sides of her by the manacles secured to her wrists. She stood naked in the middle of the room her body forming an X, the chain secured bars both holding her up and locking her in place.

For a moment he forgot about everything else and simply admired her for what she was, a sexy piece of ass, of course he would never admit that to Blue, she’d throw a fit. Not that she hadn’t already, having shortly after capturing the Twi’lek been forced to leave the Mynock to help the princess find a ship, she’d headed out with the princess to the rendezvous. Having made a deal to sell what information they could extract to the imperials Blue was the only one that could hire a ship on Socorro without attracting too much attention and so she had been the one to get the princess quietly off this rock, the Mynock moving to a quiet spot while they worked over the Sith.

That lead him to his part in this, both Syn and he knew that they couldn’t probably physically break the Sith, not that Syn wouldn’t try, but if they wanted information they were going to need more that just some customised Yorik-kul. Syn had only half joking suggested that he simply pull the information from her mind, an idea that normally would be impossible, a fully trained Sith with access to the force verses his powerful but under-trained mental techniques. However with her connection to the force blocked and Syn working her over he had a sudden flash of inspiration that perhaps he could get into her mind, pushing her over the edge and getting her to talk.

He had a horrible feeling that it was the force that had given him this idea, which meant that it wanted him to torture this woman, which was a dark path to walk, one his father and masters would have never agreed to. But what she knew could be worth any price, so here he stood ready to invade her mind, increase her fear, break her will and get her to tell them what they wanted to know. He’d been poring over old Jedi text he’d had hidden on the ship, taken from Ossus when the pirates that had rescued him had taken him back to loot the place, after all he’d bartered his life for the knowledge of the temple, its defences and location of its valuables. He’d felt sick helping them, pretending not to be a Jedi, gutting his home for all it was worth but all those years ago he’d also lifted these helpful text and now he felt better, the force seemed to be guiding him after all.

Jariah Syn stood back to admire his work, that and the body that they were attached to. It had been almost a couple of days now since they had captured her, keeping her sedated hadn’t been a problem, keeping his hands to himself had. He’d only ever used a few of these sex coral as he liked to think of them and these few times had proven more than effective on the women he’d attached them to. The ladies afterward claimed it was the most incredible thing they’d ever experienced and the thought of using them on this trained killer really turned him on. That lying shit Cade said he could use his ‘force’ powers to make her talk and in the end that was what was important but that didn’t mean he couldn’t really enjoy himself along the way.

The drugs they had been pumping her full of should have almost cleared out of her system by now and she should be coming too at any moment. Moving around to the front of her he just watched as those big jugs of hers rose and fell until he decided to wake her up, reaching out a hand he grabbed a tit, squeezing and twisting it cruelly.

The Twi’lek came alive before him, her mind returning to waking in a world of pain, she screamed out, unable to do anything by scream. Satisfied Syn let go of her, letting her suck in mouthfuls of air, her body shaking from the brief experience.

He waited, watching her face as she obviously tried to reach out to the force, only for the specially designed coral attached to her head prevent her mind from making any sort of connection, she couldn’t hide the surprise as she took in her position, the restraints and her state of undress. She glared up at him for only a moment before she pulled her emotions back into place, her impassive face, the one he remembered from the fight, returning to her features. “I do not know what you have done, but you will not hold me and don’t even begin to think you can break me. Know that I am a hand of the Sith, I will be free and you will die, slowly.”

Syn grinned at her words, such controlled rage, it just made her look hotter and made Talon angrier,”Are you enjoying yourself, do you think my being naked will upset me, i have had things done to me that your pathetic mind couldn’t even imagine,” She pulled forward suddenly then, her hate radiating off her as she glared at Syn, “Your screams will be never ending, you will beg for death and I will only destroy more of you.”

Syn was genuinely un-nerved by the cold blooded killers words but a lifetime as a pirate and criminal ensured his discomfort wouldn’t show on his face, he was the one in power here and she was going to learn it, “Your never leaving this room Sith, not unless I let you. I have questions and you have answers and you will tell me, your pathetic threats won’t help you here.”

To reinforce this he slapped her across the face, the blow hurting multiple times more than it should, Syn sucked on the slight cut on the back of his hand were one of the spiked coral had grazed him while waiting for her to look up again “Neither will your precious Force or Sith training your just money to me.” He reached forward, the Sith not even flinching away from him as his hand hovered over some of the spiky surge coral, “I’m sure that you’ve been tortured before. That in the name of you’re Sith training you’ve been tortured for hours, days, weeks, you’ve been violated and pumped full of all sorts of drugs and big fucking dicks to try and make you break. I’m equally sure that you won, else you wouldn’t be here.”

He ran his fingers along the side of her stomach, her sensitive body twitching uncontrollably to his touch, he pulled back his hand. “But I’m sure you’ve never felt anything like this, you own body made so sensitive by this Vong coral that I could make you scream or make you cum with but a finger. How long can you hold on without your precious force as the Yorik-kul prevents you from creating a connection in your mind? My old boss said pain was the best motivator, so how about some pain first then answers to my questions.”

With that he struck out, slapping a hand across her right breast, a symbol of her womanhood he sort to humiliate and hurt her right from the start, her body betraying her as it screamed out in pain. His other hand shot out, an open palm slapping across the other side of her face, her whole body shuddering in pain she was able this time to refrain from screaming but already she was slumped in her restraints.

Syn smiled to himself while he waited for her to regain her footing, his blows, seeming like hammer blows to her had only been at medium strength, after all he wanted her in pain, not unconscious. He knew that the heavier blows would come, just not yet. As her eyes moved up to glare into his face, he produced a leather whip from his waist, letting her get a good look at it.

It was clear she wasn’t that impressed, which wasn’t what he wanted, but that would change of course, “Tell me Sith, how many of you were sent to track the princess, how many more like you are on the planet. But what ever you do don’t lie, the sensors in this room will tell me if you do.” He already knew the answer to this, some old contact’s and Cade had both assured him she was alone, but it was always best to start an interrogation with a question you already knew the answer to, to get a better understanding of the person you were question by what they say. The Twi’lek didn’t disappoint as she remained defiantly silent, so he moved around behind her, reaching back he lashed her back with the leather, her body shuddering to the pain, she remained silent at first but after a few more hits she began to scream out in pain.

Cade didn’t really watch what was happening in the room, instead he had called on the force as the text had shown, pushing his mind into hers, he’d stimulated her fear and loss, not that there had been much to work with. It really was clear that she would be hard to break, but as Syn continued, as the pain began to be all there was, he kept pushing, urging her to talk, to tell him what he wanted to know, to make the pain end. Each lash felt like it was ripping chunks of flesh from her very bones, thoughts of dying, of the damage and the blood loss filling her mind. Suddenly, finally she cried out, “Me” she screamed in a horse voice, Syn stopping instantly as she hung limply in her shackles, unwanted tears of pain streaming down her face, “Just me.”

Syn moved slowly around her, letting her catch her breath before he continued. Showing more strength than he thought she would have been able to muster yet she looked up at him, her eye’s locking with his, “You will pay, everyone you care for will die by my hand as I make you watch. Only when I’ve taken everything from you will I finally kill you.” He smiled sweetly at her and her threat before lashing out smacking her across the face, “Enough of that, I’ve still got questions to ask. Now your going to tell me the names of the key ruling members of the Sith and where they can be found, as well as where all your key facilities are located starting with the location of the other Sith hand.”

Darth Talon looked up at him, her defiance returning to her eyes, even as her body throbbed in pain and her own mind kept telling her to talk she would remain silent. Inwardly she was dismayed as her senses returned, she had sort to stop the torture before the damage was too severe thinking that he would leave her some time to heal, time she would use to escape. No one would know of her moment of weakness after they were all dead but as the pain moved into the background and feeling returned to her back what she thought would be a bloody mess was nothing but some bruising, welts and cuts. She now understood how vulnerable this Yorik-kul made her, how misleading her own body had become. But her resolve to break free and kill them all remained, she had suffered far worse at the hands of her master, she was Sith and he was nothing even as Syn drew back the strap and struck her.

Syn rained done the blows across her body, all the while demanding that she talk, even as Cade invaded her mind and weaken her from within. This went on for over an hour, the Twi’lek getting weaker and weaker with each blow, her body was soon covered in welts and bruises, blood trickling from broken skin and cuts as Syn increase the power in his strikes. Still she wouldn’t break, the pain was indescribable and each scream he pull from her was infinitely humiliating but she knew that the damage that was being done was not as bad as her own body told, she would take it, she would break free and kill him, She was Sith. The thought became a mantra as each blow became a world of white pain but still she said nothing, her only hope that she would pass out or die from the punishment she was taking.

Her eyes tightly shut by now she screamed with each lash of the whip and he could tell she was close to breaking, it would only take a little something extra to push her over the edge and tell him, just liked he’d hoped. The old Vong had told him about this feature for some of the specialised coral but he’d never tried it out on anyone, but the thought of it had really excited him as he’d whipped away at her, yelling and berating her. Now he stopped behind her, moving his head forward toward her limp body, he brought his mouth close to her ear. “You can’t take much more of this, just tell me what I want to know and I’ll stop.”

He waited in silence for a moment, the only sound the gasping breaths of the battered Sith. Keeping in character he let out a fake sigh as he continued on, “That’s too bad. Tell me ‘Darth’ just how tight is that fine ass of yours?”

Her eyes somehow grew even angrier at the implications as Syn pressed a button on the controls he carried on his wrist and a part of the padded floor directly in front of the Sith rose up to form a padded bench. “Got to figure Krayt’s been enjoying you for years but I bet your still tight as hell, can’t wait to give you a try,” reaching up he unclipped the chains from the top bar allowing the limp woman to fall forward, her legs pushing up into the table she bent at the waste as her top half of her body fell across the platform.

She let out a small cry of pain, even though it was padded it still hurt far more than it should to fall onto the pads, even with all the damage done by the whip. Syn leaned over her, making sure that his hard-on pressed against her butt through his combats as he secured her bar to the far end the table, running his hands along her sides as he stood back up.

For a moment he simply looked down at her, bent over and chained down on the table like that gave him a perfect view of her sweat and blood slick ass, her asshole in plain sight with the two little bits of coral position at the top and bottom of her anus. Unbuckling himself Syn freed his now rock hard member, moving closer behind her his hand glided across one of her smooth ass checks. “I’ll tell you something about the two bits of coral that I put right next to that tight little hole of yours. They respond to an intrusion to you ass, that’ll be my hard dick if you don’t get it Sith bitch. Once I start to ream your ass they start to ooze out a coating on my member, this coating hardens, making me even bigger, if you can believe it, and the best bit is they will continue to add more layers. It’ll take its time, just like me but I can only guess just how bad it’s going to get for you. The stuff dissolves when exposed to enough of my cum, so you had best get me off fast or things are going to get, well lets say its going to end very badly if you don’t.”

He slapped his dick against her bung, just to try and heighten her fear, “Last chance, tell me what I want to know or wait till we get started, cause the only way your going to get me to stop, or cum for that matter is to get me off with information.”

She tried to sound defiant “I’ll tell you nothing,” but it was clear that she was close to breaking, with the pain he was inflicting and whatever Cade was hopefully doing inside her head she was almost gone. Syn locked eyes with her now large ones before thrusting hard into her hole, filing her rectum with his hot hard dick, the woman screaming out in pain and humiliation at the intrusion.

She had been slick from the sweat and blood but she was still tight as his man meat stretched her out slightly. He began to trust away, her raw scream become one long cry as he yelled over the top “Feel that Sith, not just the pain but the humiliation, it’s only going to get worse, talk!”

But she wouldn’t, or couldn’t, at least not yet as he settled into a steady pace, her anal sensitivity overwhelming her even as she could feel him start to get bigger inside her after a time. She’d suffered far worse than this in her training, the Sith had all but destroyed her before rebuilding her into the weapon she was, but she’d always had the force, always had its strength but now even that was gone, she would have to make the bastard cum if she was going to survive. Even as he kept calling out for her to talk he laughed in triumph when she tried to move her ass, squeezing his dick, hoping to get him off.

“Nice try but I told you, only telling me what I want to know will get me off.”

Thrusting harder, the sound of slapping flesh and heavy breathing filled the room along with her screaming, if felt like she was being ripped to shreds as he stretched her out further and further her only chance of control was gone in a matter of thrust as she lost control of her body and finally broke. “Coruscant!” She screamed, “Darth Nihl is on Coruscant, please stop!” Slapping a red tattooed check he yelled out in triumph, “What else bitch, who else!” the answer was almost immediate “Darth Wyyrlok and, and Darth Maladi are also there, and ….”

Syn had slowed his pace as she’d began to yell, stretching things out to get as much information as he could, in the other room Cade could sense she was telling the truth as names, locations and other dark secrets fell from her lips. This went on for minute after agonising minute, name after name, location after location. Eventually Darth Talon lost the ability to talk, either because she’d run out of information or the pain had simply got to much, either way even someone as hardened to the Sith as Cade felt bad for her so he reached out with the force.

With but a slight nudge the pumping Syn, already close to coming felt himself begin to lose it. He pulled out of her now bloody too tight asshole, his hand going to his dick as he pumped the unnatural member frantically over the Sith till he grunted and came, his cum landing across her back, mixing with her sweat and dried blood, after a moment he reach down to get some of his cum on his fingers to rub across his now coated dick, his cum breaking down whatever Vong substance that had layered across him. Talon just lay there limply, quietly sobbing and moaning in pain while Syn caught his breath, he took a moment to spit on the broken warrior before leaving the interrogation room, after all he had to clean himself off both physically and mentally after what he’d just done then go over what promised to be very lucrative interrogation tapes.

Cade reached out with the force, not even sure why as he soothed the twi’leks mind, pushing her into sweet unconsciousness and release, noticing that not all of Darth Talon’s mind was still there anymore after all they had forced her to suffer.