Katarn's Conquests

Episode VII: Recruitment Benefits


Kyle Katarn stared up at the ceiling of Ysanne Isard’s private suite somewhere in Imperial City on Coruscant. He wished bitterly that he knew exactly where. The Alliance would pay through the nose to have the precise location of the Director of Imperial Intelligence’s home. Isard was rumored to be a cold, calculating and utterly ruthless woman, capable of anything. The official reports were few and far between, as Isard had taken over Imperial Intelligence after the execution of the previous Director, Armand Isard, Ysanne’s father. It was widely assumed Ysanne had orchestrated her father’s downfall.

Now Kyle was lying in Isard’s bed, his hands and feet tied to its four corners with strong fiber cables, arms and legs spread wide. The interrogation droid hovered nearby, buzzing to itself and keeping a disruptor trained on Kyle at all times.

“I don’t know why you keep hanging around, buddy.” Kyle said to the droid. “It’s not like I have anywhere to go even if I could get loose.”

The droid beeped rudely. Kyle got the idea.

“Fine, stay if you want.” Kyle tried shrugging, but the tension on his arms made the gesture impossible. The cords were pulling firmly on his arms and legs, and while it wasn’t exactly tortuous, it was hardly the most comfortable way to spend the evening.

There was a soft hiss as the suite’s main entrance slid open in the main room adjacent to the bedroom, and then again as it shut a moment later. Kyle took a deep breath, unsure what was going to happen. Isard was obviously a deranged and unstable woman, and Kyle was less than thrilled to be naked, tied up and at her complete mercy. The bedroom door whisked open and Ysanne Isard came in, wearing her vivid red uniform and black boots.

“I trust you managed to get some rest.” She gave him a cold smile, her mismatched eyes glinting in the dim light. “You’re going to need it tonight.”

“You said you could offer me a chance for revenge.” Kyle said with as much eagerness as he could muster. He had improvised during Isard’s last interrogation, using the death of his father as a template for a cover story that consisted of him wanting to get back at the Rebel Alliance. Once upon a time, Kyle had believed his father’s death had been the doing of the Rebels, but he had later learned that it was Imperial treachery. Kyle could not help but still feel the pain of that deception, and it made his story all the more convincing.

“Patience.” Isard raised a hand. “Don’t forget that you’re here to serve me. It will take a real man to put the Rebellion in its place. I’m not sure about you yet. I’ll need to be impressed.”

Isard kicked off her boots and reached up, unfastening her uniform. Her red and blue eyes stayed on Kyle, studying his reaction as she pealed the scarlet fabric from her torso. Kyle swallowed as Isard bared her breasts. They were full and firm, and Kyle could not help but take note of her prominent nipples. The rosy peaks were erect, either from the relatively cool air or Isard’s arousal. Kyle hoped it was the latter. There was no guarantee Isard would let slip any Imperial secrets, but he was certain that if he didn’t satisfy Isard tonight, he could very well be a dead man.

Ysanne Isard might have been a complete sociopath, she might have been guilty of setting up her own father for execution, she might have an unstable mind with violent swings of mood, and she might have spent her adult life furthering the Empire’s evil plans to control every being in the galaxy. But as the last of the red uniform crumpled to the floor around her feet, one thing was abundantly clear.

Ysanne Isard was an undeniably alluring woman.

Her dark black hair hung just past her shoulders, accented at the front by shocks of white framing her angular face. Her mismatched blue and red eyes glinted in the low light, and looking into them was simultaneously disconcerting and exciting. Kyle’s gaze traveled downward, over her impressive breasts, down past her toned torso to the dark patch between her slender legs. Isard set her hands on her bare hips and widened her stance, smirking at Kyle as his manhood awoke, rising up from his groin.

“That’s a good start.” She nodded with approval. She started toward the bed, her hips swaying arrogantly, but her body backed up her conceit. She strode around next to Kyle, looking up and down his body, admiring his muscular physique.

Isard climbed onto the bed, straddling Kyle’s chest and placing a knee on either side of him just beneath his arms. Kyle looked up at her as she leered over him, her strange eyes full of dark amusement.

“You can start now.” She said calmly.

Kyle nodded, licking his lips half out of nerves and half from anticipation. Isard’s womanhood was just inches above him, and despite the woman’s vile reputation and clear madness, she was a beautiful woman nonetheless. Kyle’s neck craned up and Isard moved her hips forward to meet him. Kyle stopped short, his lips less than an inch from the cleft between Isard’s legs.

With sudden inspiration, Kyle took a deep breath and blew gently between his lips.

“Ooooh!” Isard inhaled sharply as she felt Kyle’s warm breath against her nether lips. She arched an eyebrow in surprise. “Unorthodox. Simple but effective. Continue.”

Kyle’s lips touched Isard’s left inner-thigh in a tender kiss. He then moved to her right thigh, gently pressing his warm lips against her smooth skin. Isard bit her lower lip, suppressing a shudder as Kyle’s mouth moved closer to his ultimate goal. Then Kyle’s lips brushed across Isard’s womanhood and his tongue shot out, lightly playing across her moist folds. She was ready.

Suddenly Isard’s back arched with ecstasy as Kyle’s mouth enveloped her womanhood, his lips working over her wet slit hungrily, his tongue sliding between her nether lips. She felt it sweep inside her intimate flesh, lapping eagerly between her legs. Her breasts heaved as her head rolled back, staring up at the ceiling, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt the pleasure bubble up through her body.

Despite himself, Kyle was enjoying it. He could hear Isard’s breathing grow shallow and labored as he licked and nibbled her, teasing the nub of her clit with the tip of his tongue before sliding it back inside her, tasting her arousal. His cock twitched impatiently behind Isard’s back, and Kyle wondered if perhaps he would have to go without his own satisfaction.

“Ah!” Isard grunted, her body beginning to shake. Her hips gyrated and she reached down and grasped Kyle’s head, her fingers digging into his thick brown hair and pulling him tight against her. “That’s excellent! Mmmm! Yes, more!”

Kyle’s tongue went wild, writhing inside Isard’s hot vessel and sending pleasure coursing through her lithe body. The old feeling of intuition tugged at Kyle’s mind, and he somehow knew that Isard was about to come. His lips fastened down over her clit, suckling the sensitive cluster of nerves. Isard’s body shuddered, her red and blue eyes clamping shut as an orgasm tore through her.

“Uuuuungh! YES! Aaaaaaah!” Isard gasped for breath, sweat beading across her brow. She looked down at Kyle, and he saw the cool, calm and collected look in her mismatched eyes disappear, replaced with a crazed fire that scared him almost as much as it aroused him. Isard scooted back to straddle Kyle’s hips, reaching down to grab his cock in her hand, unceremoniously aiming the hard shaft toward her dripping wet nether lips. Isard’s mouth twisted into a maniacal grin. “Come on then!”

Isard came down on Kyle’s cock, plunging it into herself with a crazed scream of excitement. Kyle’s back arched off the bed as he felt his stiff rod plunging into the soft, wet and wonderfully hot confines of Isard’s womanhood. Without a moment’s pause, Isard began riding him with absolute abandon, her toned abs undulating as she twisted and churned her hips against his groin, grinding his hard cock deep inside her.

She reached down and grabbed Kyle’s throat and squeezed. Kyle’s eyes widened as he felt Isard’s fingers clamp down on his windpipe. She stared down at him, her lips curling in a malicious grin while she continued riding his rigid member, her firm butt slapping loudly against Kyle’s hips.

“You live or die…aaaah!.... at my pleasure!” Isard cackled, her eyes burning with insanity. Her lithe body bounced with boundless enthusiasm, pumping Kyle’s cock within Isard’s tight vessel. “Yes! Uuuunghhh! You are MINE!”

“Nnnnnghh!” Kyle grunted, struggling to breathe as Isard’s grip tightened. In spite of Isard’s madness, or perhaps because of it, Kyle was feeling incredibly aroused. This maniacal and beautiful madwoman was riding him like an animal. The pleasure was astounding, and Isard’s feral sexual aggression appealed to some primal desires deep in Kyle’s mind.

“My whims are your laws! Aaaaah!” Isard leaned down, snarling in Kyle’s face while her butt bounced ceaselessly, gaining intensity with every stroke. Her fingernails dug into Kyle’s throat, and his neck muscles strained against her grip, every breath a battle. “Your thoughts belong to me! Your heart! Ooooooh! And this magnificent cock! You are ALL MINE!!!”

She screamed at the top of her lungs as she rode Kyle, her back arching like a feral cathar. Isard bared her teeth, and she looked as crazed and insane as Kyle could ever imagine a woman could look. All the same, the pleasure in Kyle’s loins was undeniable. Isard might be a complete madwoman, but she was one hell of a lover.

“Come when I tell you to come!” She hissed, as she leaned back, sitting upright as she continued bouncing atop Kyle’s pulsating manhood, her hands releasing his throat. Her fingernails raked down his bare chest, drawing thin lines of blood down his chiseled torso.

“Gaaaaaghhh!” Kyle gasped for breath, staring up at the woman riding him. Perspiration ran down Isard’s toned body, dripping from her hard nipples onto Kyle’s sweat covered abs. Isard’s thighs flexed, driving her up and down on Kyle’s shaft with manic zeal.

“Almost! Nnnnghhh!” Isard grunted, her breasts heaving as she felt her approaching climax. “Almost! Oooooh! Sithspit! ALMOST!”

“Aaaargh!” Kyle growled, clenching his jaw as his loins demanded release. His fought against his urges, fighting off the inevitable for as long as it took. He had to hold it in. He had to wait.

“I…I… NOW!!!” Isard’s eyes went wide as a tidal wave of pleasure slammed through her body. She flung her head back, screaming as her orgasm flooded her, setting every nerve on fire. “AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”

“ISARD!!!” Kyle roared her name, his body convulsing uncontrollably as his cock, buried to the hilt inside Isard’s hot flesh, erupted with his seed. His thick shaft pulsated with each volley, pouring the hot liquid into Isard’s quivering sheath.

“Mine!” Isard cried out, her orgasm sending shivers down her spine. She could feel Kyle’s seed pumping into her and her toes curled in ecstasy. “Every drop! Aaaaaah! YES! It’s MINE!”

With a few more spasms, Isard collapsed forward on top of Kyle, her breasts compressing against his solid pectorals. They gasped for breath, bodies shaking in the wake of their shared orgasm. After a few moments, Isard managed to raise herself up on her arms to look down into Kyle’s face, her arms shaking wearily. The wild fury was gone from her eyes, once again replaced with cold logic.

“That was… satisfying.” She said, her red eye seeming to gleam slightly.

“Did I please you, Mistress?” Kyle asked, arching an eyebrow. Despite himself, Kyle had enjoyed it immensely. Isard was an evil, megalomaniacal villain, but the sex had been incredible.

“You did.” Isard nodded curtly. “Your name was Kyle, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress.” He nodded. Winter had concluded it was safer not to use a fake first name for his cover identity, lest he slip up in the heat of the moment during sex. His name was also common enough that it was unlikely to compromise his cover. “Have I earned my chance for vengeance?”

“Kyle,” Isard licked her lips, feeling Kyle’s hard cock still throbbing inside her. “Keep making me come like you did tonight and I’ll see to it that you personally execute Mon Mothma herself.” She dismounted him and addressed the interrogation droid floating beside the bed. “Have him washed and see to those scratch marks.”

“Mistress, can’t we continue?” Kyle asked. He told himself that the more intimate they became, the easier his espionage mission would be; the wild sex had nothing to do with it, really. Who was he fooling?

“I have a critical meeting tomorrow morning.” Isard shook her head and stood.

“But Mistress… I need you.” Kyle said, almost rolling his eyes at his own pleading voice.

“You need me?” Isard’s face softened minutely. The cold look in her eyes was replaced not with madness, but a gentle warmth. It was there for just a moment and then was gone. Then she looked down at Kyle’s twitching cock, long and hard and throbbing with potential. “Perhaps one more round. I deserve it indeed.”

Isard jumped back onto the bed, grasping Kyle’s member and stroking it fast and hard, drawing a pleasured grunt from him. She then raised herself over the wide head and mounted him, purring in her throat as Kyle’s thick cock sank back into her slick womanhood.

“Mistress!” Kyle spoke in a hushed voice, feeling the hot, tight flesh of Isard’s sheath envelope his cock. “May I touch you?”

Isard regarded Kyle for a moment, churning her hips gently against his groin and feeling his hard cock move inside her. Then she glanced at the droid and nodded. The droid’s disruptor fired twice, blasting the cords tied to Kyle’s wrists. Kyle’s hands shot up and wrapped around Isard’s throat. Her eyes widened with surprise as he squeezed down firmly.

“Release her or die!” The droid screeched in its synthetic voice.

Isard raised her hand toward the droid, motioning it to cease. She stared into Kyle’s eyes, her mismatched eyes unwavering and without fear. Her hands slid down over Kyle’s arms, feeling his muscles ripple as his hands tightened slowly around her throat.

Kyle only had to squeeze a little harder to end it. He would eliminate one of the Empire’s most vital officials. If the rumors about Ysanne Isard were true, he would probably also save countless lives and spare others untold suffering. But that wasn’t his mission. His hands maintained a firm grip, but nothing more. Isard would live.

Isard’s hands moved down and wrapped around his own throat, squeezing down. A knowing smile curled Isard’s lips, and she began twisting her hips, churning Kyle’s cock deep inside her. They maintained their grip on each other’s throats while their bodies were joined in leisurely sex. The madness did not overtake Isard this time. Kyle was treated to the more calculating and controlled side of her personality, but that aspect had its own merits.

Her movements were perfectly measured, and her toned body was capable of remarkably subtle but indisputably effective motions. Kyle’s cock was lavished with incredible pleasure. Isard undulated against him, grinding his manhood deep inside. Her inner muscles squeezed down on his thick shaft, just as her hands gripped his throat.

Neither of them said a word nor made a sound. Their firm grip on one another’s throat was making breathing a real effort, but somehow that made the pleasure even more poignant. Kyle gazed into Isard’s eyes, losing himself in the red and blue spheres as she continued grinding against him.

Kyle wasn’t sure how long they were at it, but the climax seemed to come all too soon. The familiar premonition hit him just as he felt his own orgasm approaching, telling him that Isard was about to climax. She settled down on Kyle’s hips, burying his cock to the hilt inside her and began simply grinding.

Their bodies shook together as orgasms filled them with wordless ecstasy. They continued gazing into each other’s eyes even as the pleasure coursed through them, their hands clenching each other’s throats. The only sound was desperate, labored breathing as Kyle Katarn and Ysanne Isard rode out their orgasms.

Finally Kyle’s hands released Isard’s throat and dropped to her breasts, grasping the firm orbs. His thumbs circled her nipples, gently teasing the hard tips. Isard’s fingers loosened their grip on Kyle’s throat and moved back up his strong arms, her eyes fluttering closed as he kneaded her breasts.

“To hell with the meeting.” She said in a breathless voice. “Give him the shot.”

Kyle’s eyes widened as he saw the interrogation droid float toward him, a long hypodermic needle heading straight for his neck.


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“YES!” Isard screamed, her hands clawing at the shredded mattress beneath her as Kyle pounded her from behind. She held herself up on her hands and knees, her entire body shaking with each of Kyle’s powerful thrusts. “Give it to me! You're MINE! Oh, yes! All mine!”

“My mistress!” Kyle roared hoarsely, his throat feeling raw. His strong hands grasped Isard’s slender waist as he took her, thrusting savagely. The bed was a shambles, the sheets torn to shreds and the entire frame sitting a few degrees askew.

The aphrodisiac that the droid had administered made Kyle’s entire body feel like it was on fire. Kyle’s testicles had been emptied hours earlier, but that actually made each orgasm excruciatingly powerful.

“I’m coming!” Isard cried out, rearing back against Kyle’s hips to plunge his cock even deeper inside her. Spasms shook her body, and she screamed into the tattered remains of a pillow.

“RRRRAAAAARGHHH!!!” Kyle’s roar ripped from his throat like thunder as his loins blossomed into a supernova of pleasure. His cock jerked wildly inside Isard’s vessel, and he felt her clamp down on his hard length of flesh, pumping him for seed that was long since depleted.

Kyle grabbed a handful of Isard’s long, black hair and pulled, arching her head back as he continued thrusting. She moaned pleasurably, reaching up to fondle her breasts as she felt Kyle’s cock thrusting into her tight womanhood. She closed her eyes, tweaking her hard nipples as Kyle’s hips slapped against her firm butt.

Suddenly the door slid open and a stormtrooper rushed in, his rifle at the ready. He stopped short as he caught site of Kyle and Isard thrashing naked against each other on the bed. Kyle froze, his throbbing manhood coming to a halt inside Isard.

“Don’t dare stop! I want…” Isard’s order trailed off as she opened her eyes. Her voice became a deadly whisper. “What are you doing here?”

“Madame Director!” The trooper snapped to attention. “I was ordered to find you!”

“Why?” Isard asked coldly.

“Major Lessev ordered me to your quarters.” The trooper explained, his voice strained. He was trained to fight to the death for the glory of the Empire, but seeing the Director of Imperial Intelligence having sex was something the academy never covered.

“The meeting is underway?” Isard asked, blinking with surprise. “What time is it?”

“Oh-eight-hundred hours, ma’am.” The trooper said quickly.

Isard narrowed her eyes in thought for a moment. Kyle began to pull out, but Isard stiffened immediately.

“Don’t!” She hissed sharply. “Keep going. Right now.”

“Yes… Mistress.” Kyle nodded and began thrusting again, the yearning in his loins outweighing the discomfort of having the stormtrooper watching.

“Mmmm…You were pulling my hair.” Isard pointed out. “I like that.”

The trooper stood at attention and watched as Kyle reached up and yanked back on Isard’s dark hair while his hips slapped loudly against her butt.

“Tell Major Lessev... AAARGH!” Isard gasped as Kyle’s testicles slapped up against her clit. “Mmmmm….that I’m in the middle….Ooooooh!....of a vital interrogation.”

“Yes, ma’am.” The trooper saluted and turned toward the door.

“Halt!” Isard shouted and the trooper swung back to attention. “I didn’t…uuuunghh…tell you to leave! Use your helmet’s comm. Oh, and tell her that…aaaaah!... that I require you to assist me in the interrogation. Nnnghh!”

“M-ma’am.” The trooper stammered. There was a click as the channel opened. “Major Lessev, Madam Director Isard is currently engaged in…”

“Aaaaargh!” Kyle groaned, pumping his cock into Isard with single-minded determination. He knew he was under the influence of the aphrodisiac, but the sensations coursing through his loins were as real as they got.

“… a critical interrogation.” The trooper finished. "She has requested my assistance."

“It sounds as though she’s putting the prisoner through hell.” A woman’s voice replied through the helmet’s speaker.

“Yes, Major.” The trooper acknowledged, watching as Isard reared back, matching Kyle thrust for thrust. Her breasts jiggled beneath her, her nipples stiff with arousal. “Madam Director Isard is giving it her all. TK-1137; out.”

The connection clicked off and the trooper waited for further orders. He shifted uncomfortably on his feet. His armor was not designed to accommodate the natural reaction a man has when seeing a woman engaged in wild sex.

“Kill him.” Isard spoke to the spherical interrogation droid floating next to them.

“Ma’am?” The trooper asked as the droid rotated toward him, lining up its disrupter. There was a blast of light and the trooper’s chest piece exploded in a shower of sparks as he collapsed dead to the floor.

“Now where were we?” Isard asked. Kyle yanked hard on her hair and plunged his cock into her tight slit with brutal force. “AAAGH! Yes! Now I remember! Oooooh!”

Kyle grimaced in disgust, but continued thrusting away. He had killed his fair share of stormtroopers, and his body was still yearning for sex. All the same, he now knew that the rumors of Ysanne Isard’s ruthlessness were true. But why had she killed the trooper? Perhaps Kyle’s presence and purpose were a secret. Kyle had assumed it was common for Imperial officers to have concubines, but for some reason Isard wanted him kept a secret.

It was an interesting wrinkle, but for now, Kyle’s attention had to be focused on Isard’s next orgasm. And as her vessel clamped down on his pulsating cock, Kyle admitted to himself that of all the missions he had been sent on, this was hardly the worst.