Torture And Tranquility

 

A.N. – I apologize for the delay in this chapter, as well as the length.  Warning to those who require it – undercurrents of bestiality.

Otherwise, enjoy!

 

 

“The further funding of the-“

“Yes, yes, your Honor,” growled the trandoshan senator through his translation generator, yellow eyes narrowing.

“The particulars of the plan have been discussed before congress repeatedly – and it causes me no pain to refuse you my vote!”

The chancellor returned only a thin-lipped smile, as the reptilian diplomat swept towards the door with his aides-

“In that case, your excellency – might I offer a... enticement?”

The trandoshan retorted with a sharp croak of laughter.

“And now you think to bribe me, sir?! –“

“Oh, I beg of you – nothing so crass.” Palpatine made a dismissive gesture. “Think of it as a... gift, between equals within the political arena. I assure you, I expect nothing in return. You are free to vote and act as you will.”

A pale hand slid beneath the desk, and subtle movement was suggested by the rustling of his heavily brocaded robes...

“Wake up, little one. We have company...”

*

 

Anakin stirred lightly as a hand brushed his cheek, rousing him from sleep born of the bone-numbing exhaustion that only deep terror can bring.

“Come along. Show them how pretty you are...”

The bonds gave way, dropping him to the plush floor with a muffled thud, and, whimpering, he forced his lethargic limbs to move – yet, still bound ankle to ankle, and wrist to wrist, he could manage no more than a pathetic crawl like a pet shrivffar on it’s belly...

But then, he had learned long ago – dignity had no place here. He deserved none. This was to be his lot.

Three forked tongues flicked forward simultaneously, tasting him on the air, as was customary for their species with every appearance of a new sentient...

“How... exquisite...” the senator rasped, his crimson eyes bulging...

“Try him.”

Anakin shivered against the blood-red carpet, dread and anticipation churning in his belly like an electrical storm...

Cold, three-fingered hands slide up the sides of his rib cage, and his pierced nipples burst with sensation as a claw stroked each in turn – a shocked moan bubbled up from his lungs, yet his clumsy attempts at a struggle were stifled as strong, scaled limbs wrapped about his own, heavy jaws latching painfully to the back of his neck. Pinning him to floor as effectively as any bonds...

“P-please-“

“Graa-aacch...” the reptile growled, his translator evidently switched off.

He whined helplessly and tried to wriggle – which only seemed to excite the animal more...

“Better than half our female worms...” one of the aides hissed, watching unblinkingly as something seemed to shift between the tangled bodies on the floor, and Anakin’s shriek of pain announced exactly what.

He wondered how their females bore it – the act seemed more akin to torture than mating. The organ felt like a bulb inside him, gradually swelling larger and larger, and with a panicked moan he realized the pricking sensation meant the presence of spines...

Finally the member seemed to be fully engorged, and the spikes gripped his internal walls without mercy – yet, to his unspeakable relief, the creature made no effort to move inside him. He likely would have fainted from the agony...

There was no way to be certain how long they lay there, perfectly still, the forked tongue sometimes fluttering across the shell of his ear, tasting him delicately... Anakin found his muscles beginning to relax, spreading across the floor like a spill of liquid, the creature’s cold weight seeming to crush him slowly, steadily...

“Look at me...” the trandoshan suddenly growled, and the boy twisted his neck to meet the creature’s eyes – and suddenly, he was weightless, falling through the galaxy like a speck of dust, and it no longer mattered what happened to him, he would bear it and enjoy it, whatever was wished...

“That’s right... yesssss.... you like it, don’t you? You’re getting closer, aren’t you? Inching your way to that disgusting eruption of fluid you humans find so delightful...”

The other reptiles began to creep closer, suddenly interested, but Anakin saw none of them, only the ruby eyes that held his gaze...

Something stirred in his groin, purely outside his will, and all the creatures hissed appreciatively at the low whimper of pleasure that escaped his lips.

“Oh yesssss.... yessss, that’s better, isn’t it? Go on, let it go... let it come...”

“Oohhhh...”

“Yesssss.... harder, focus, focus... come now, pretty one – come now...”

“AUGGH!”

It was such an odd feeling, he was barely hard at all, but the waves of helpless ecstasy still managed to rock through him without any kind of mercy, the seed leaking out of him and coating his belly in wet heat...

The reptile made a low growling noise, and something cool and sticky flooded through his cleft, even bubbling up to the small of his back.

He couldn’t be certain when the spell broke, or when the weight vanished – it all seemed to melt into one unbound hallucination that he would never recover from...

*

 

The straps tugged gently at his skin, keeping him upright and arrayed for his audience, who merely paced slowly before him, silken robes dragging across the padded floor...

“You’ll be at my side tomorrow when I address the congressional senate –the government still requires a primary witness towards the Auxiliary Militant Dissolution Act...”

“N-no...” the boy choked, obviously near tears – a condition which only worsened when a bolt of pale blue electricity singed the tiny orbs of metal that pierced his chest. He screamed at the shock, and wriggled a moment, before sagging in the bonds and becoming still.

The sith let his eyes flutter shut, relishing the waves of agonized energy that rolled off the boy’s flesh  - Force, he delighted in these moments! A moment to witness the beauty of pure pain, and to drink in the vitality of the powerful force-sensitive in the known galaxy... Simple, undiluted ecstasy, as others could never understand it... Never.

 

TBC