Becoming a Sith: Lust and Pain

A Jedi and a Sith swap apprentices, teaching them the ways of the Force with rather … unusual methods.

This story has two parts, a Sith and a Jedi version. The former contains CBT, while the later is more focused on edging and orgasm denial. Though they both take place simultaneously, I’d recommend reading the Sith one first.


Honestly, I’m not completely satisfied with how this came out, but I just wanted to finally get it done after sitting on it for months. The intros of these two stories are also sorta my attempt at writing general, non-smutty action stuff, so they’re a bit different.



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**A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away....**



“All hands, prepare to repeal borders.”



The gruff voice of the captain echoed through the ship as the hallway shook violently. Several soldiers following the command rushed into position besides their Jedi commander and her padawan. A massive blast door at the end of the corridor slammed closed as they trained their weapons on it and waited.



“Remember, keep your mind on the here and now. Don’t try to rush to victory,” Jaen’s master nodded to him. The younger Jedi’s saber ignited as he heeded her words, the green blade angled up in a defensive stance. She'd said these words to him hundreds of times, but never in this context. Despite his training, he was nervous. Not just at the coming battle, but at the possibility of disappointing his master. This was his chance to prove himself worthy of being knighted.



Perhaps sensing his anxiety, Anya placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Being older, and a Togruta, she was much taller than Jaen. As such, the first thing the human saw when he turned to her was her chest inches from his face. Even through her robes, the curves of her ample bosom were clearly visible. His eyes immediately flicked up to her red face, which gave him a gentle smile. Though it was a comforting sight, it also got his adrenaline pumping even harder. Her expression made her promise clear, even without words: if they got through this, he would be rewarded with more than just knighthood.



Great, now he had to fight with an erection too.



The sounds of muffled explosions and blaster fire derailed the lustful thought from his mind. Returning her attention to the door, Master Anya copied her padawan’s defensive stance. It took everything Jaen had to not look at her, this pose made her chest stick out so invitingly. Not to mention the way she gripped her saber, not unlike the way she gripped him earlier that morning. The dull ache coming from his groin throbbed a bit hotter at the memory.



“I can do this, I can do this,” Jaen mentally hyped himself up, “Just gotta get through this, and she’ll finally let me do it.”



The sounds beyond the door grew louder and louder, before suddenly stopping. The Jedi pair remained motionless while the Republic troopers beside them got ready to open fire.



They didn’t have to wait long. Shrapnel and smoke suddenly flew down the corridor, prompting the defenders to duck behind cover. Their commanders reacted with incredible speed, raising their hands to halt the flying pieces of metal, freezing them mid-air.



Through the smoke, there came a humanoid shape, rifle in hand. As it made to raise the weapon, its head whipped back, sparks exploding from its helmet. Another figure quickly replaced it, only to be shot down just as fast. Within seconds, the hallway was filled with dozens of bright bolts of plasma flying in either direction. One struck the trooper to Jaen’s left, but he didn’t have time to notice. His blade swung with practiced precision, deflecting the incoming fire back into the breach.



The blaster fire illuminated the enemy soldiers through the smoke. They poured through the destroyed door, concentrating their fire on the two Jedi, forcing them back. Despite their efforts, the two were starting to get overwhelmed by the sheer amount of projectiles.



“Fall back!” Master Anya deflected an incoming bolt into the chest of one of the gray-armored soldiers. It wasn’t enough to kill, but it did knock him to the ground, giving the trooper to her right the chance to finish him off. “Close the door!”



“On it!” Jaen answered, reaching out toward the nearby terminal. He pictured the button being depressed, trying to imagine the feel of the controls against his hands. Though it was a simple task, in the excitement of it all, he just couldn’t will the door closed. He’d trained his whole life to tune out distractions and focus, but now he couldn’t even press a button. Was his connection to the Force that weak?



“Jaen! Close it!” Anya yelled with a mixture of frustration and worry. Her padawan turned back just in time to stop a bolt from hitting him square between the eyes. Apparently realizing he was the weak link, the soldiers turned to concentrate their fire on him. A shot grazed his shoulder, causing him to reflexively fall backward. His master didn’t get the chance to help him, as through the smoke came a large, vibro-sword carrying droid. Shrugging off four shots to the chest, it charged directly at the Togruta, swinging its blade with enough force to slice her cleave in two.



Despite its strength, it wasn’t nearly fast enough. The Jedi easily ducked under it, bringing her saber up through its arm and neck. Its metallic body crumpled to the floor, its head following a moment later. In a single motion, Anya jumped to the side, standing in front of her padawan to give him a chance to get up.



Not the smartest decision, on her part. Instead of being distracted by enemy blaster fire, now he was distracted by the ass right in front of him. As his master blocked the incoming fire, her butt shifted from side to side oh so invitingly. The long, blue and white lekku that ran down her back swung around from her moments. It slapped against her ass as she bent forward, making it visibly ripple through her robes. Even with all his training, the sight was enough to make his cock throb in desperation. Nothing would soothe his fears and worries like pressing his face between those two red cheeks. His master saved him the embarrassment of getting a boner by taking a step back, accidentally stomping right on his ballsack.



“NNNNGGAAH! M-master!”



Both orbs squished and squirted out of the way of her boot, which landed right between them. Though they were only crushed out of shape for a split second, the padawan swore he felt something crack. Which nut it came from, he couldn’t tell, but one of them was definitely going to need a bacta patch later. He jerked up at the waist, his head thrown back as he grit his teeth.



The older Jedi heard her apprentice scream out for her, and she feared turning around to find him with a burning hole in his chest. There were too many of them now, the ship was lost. She had to get this door closed and get him to safety. As she blocked another incoming bolt, an idea came to her. With a graceful, controlled swing of her saber, Anya ricocheted the enemy’s fire into the control panel. It sparked and ignited, causing the system to malfunction and default the door back to its closed state. Four metal sheets began to iris in, preventing the enemy troopers from getting a clear shot.



Just before the door could fully close, a bright red glow appeared at the end of the corridor. Anya’s eyes widened at the unmistakable sight of a bled lightsaber. Its cloaked owner brought the weapon to their side and threw it down the hallway. It spun through the air, nearly decapitating one of the gray-armored soldiers, right toward the Togruta. She reflexively took a step back, angling her saber to block the attack. With a gasp, she began to fall backward as something underfoot tripped her. Halfway to the floor, something managed to catch and hold her up before she could hit the ground. Bringing her weapon back up, she found her defense unnecessary. The door had closed just in time, the red blade piercing through the center. It crackled and hummed for a moment, embedded in the glowing metal, before abruptly withdrawing.



“Thank the Force. Are you alright, Jaen?” Anya asked, taking a deep breath and deactivating her lightsaber. It took a moment for her to realize the awkward position she was in. Half-standing, half-sitting at an incline, she was balanced precariously on one foot. Something round and squishy quivered under her heel. Even through her thick boot, she could feel it flatten out a bit as she tried to balance herself. There was also something pressed against her backside, trying to support her weight. It was only when she looked down did she realize that this something was her apprentice.



“Oh, Jaen!” Anya apologized as she stood up, briefly putting even more weight on his right ball. The human only groaned in response, his legs shaking. His master might have used his face as a chair all the time, but she didn’t tend to crush his nuts while doing it (or at all, for that matter). Through a combination of his training and wanting to avoid embarrassment, Jaen fought his desire to curl into a fetal position. He was lucky the troopers had been too distracted to notice what had happened.



“I-I-I’m okay, m-master.” Jaen’s shaky voice belied his attempt to reassure his master. She bent down to gently caress his face, sneaking a glance at his crotch. Her soft touch was comforting, but it would take more than that to get him up.



A sharp hissing from behind cut Anya off before she could speak. The red saber stabbed through the top of the blast door, and began circling its way around. Bits of molten metal dripped to the floor, prompting the Togruta to grab her apprentice’s arm and lift him up. “Come, Jaen, we’re out of time.”



The younger Jedi stood up as straight as he could, grabbing his lightsaber off the floor. “We can t-take them, master! I’m not afraid, we can’t just give up!”



“No! You’re not ready to face a Sith.” Waving to the troopers to retreat, she helped her padawan down the hallway. Neither of them acknowledged the awkward position they had found themselves in moments ago.



“You trained me to never give into fear, master,” Jaen said as he leaned up against her. When they arrived at an intersection, she stopped and pulled him close. The troopers continued down the right passage, nodding at their commander’s orders to abandon ship. Wordlessly, once alone, Anya reached down to cup the human’s groin, quickly checking to make sure he still had a full set. He drew in a breath at her touch, cringing in a mixture of pain and need. Though she tried to smile, he could sense her guilt and worry. Finding that his balls were still at least somewhat intact, she spoke with a sigh.



“I also taught you patience. Jaen, listen to me: you’re a brave and talented Jedi, but you’re just not ready. We’ve held them off for as long as we can. This battle is lost, this ship is lost, your jewels were nearly lost. Don’t throw away your life … or testicles … by being too eager to fight.”



The human hung his head in defeat, “I understand.”



“Good. Now get to the escape pods, head straight there, don’t delay for anything. If you encounter the Sith, do not engage. I’ll go for the bridge.” Jaen made to speak, but his master silenced him with a raised hand. “We can’t risk this ship’s databanks falling into their hands. I have to make sure everything is purged, just in case the command crew missed something. With luck, I’ll draw the Sith to me as well. Don’t worry, the bridge has its own pods, I’ll meet you at the rendezvous. May the Force be with you.”



With this, the Togruta wrapped her hands around his waist and pulled him close. In accordance with her species’ culture, she bid him farewell with a traditional kiss. As her blue lips embraced his, she reached down to grab his ass, giving it a firm squeeze while pressing their hips and chests together. It was an ancient gesture, symbolizing that the two were eternally bonded together in friendship. Knowing the custom well, Jaen did not return the grope (despite his extremely strong desire too), but did accept the kiss. His cock throbbed in need again, bumping up against her.



Then she was gone, sprinting down the opposite corridor. Jaen stayed to watch her shapely butt disappear behind the corner, then turned and ran. The ship shook violently again, indicating that the boarders were rapidly making their way through the vessel. He ignored the sounds of blaster fire echoing through the halls, making straight for the pods, as ordered. The last of the ship’s crew was still getting into the final pod when he arrived.



He was halfway across the room when he was jerked back, slamming into the opposite wall. From the corner of his vision ignited a bright red glow. Without thinking, Jaen reached out and shut the pod's door closed with the Force. It ejected from the cruiser with an explosive whoosh. His goal was accomplished: the crew was saved. Now he just needed to save himself.



“Brave, but foolish,” came a feminine voice.



Jaen had never actually seen a true Sith warrior in person. He’d heard the stories, of course, the dark side was said to be a cruel mistress. It deformed and mutilated anyone that dared to use it.



It thus came as a great surprise when he turned to find a beautiful feline face looking down at him. The Zygerrian darksider was not the hideous monster he expected. Her black leather armor and flowing cape was the complete antithesis to the Jedi’s conservative robes. Exposed tan fur covered her body, pigmented with black and gray dye to mimic intricate tattoos. Of course, being a man, Jaen’s attention was immediately brought to her chest. The ridiculously deep cut of the armor’s chest window presented some very generous side-boob. Had his master not trained him so well, he likely would’ve gotten lost staring into her cleavage.



Perhaps to remind him of the threat she posed, the Sith brought her red blade up between her breasts. The golden hilt was longer than usual, with the top end capped with a large spike. “Where’s your master, little padawan?”



“I’m not afraid of you,” Jaen did the best he could to stand up straight, though it wasn’t easy. Hips angled away from her, and lightsaber pointed up, he waited for her to make the first move. She didn’t look that tough, but he knew better than to underestimate an opponent. His tone made her eyes widen slightly, her expression softening. Not-so-subtly shimming her shoulders, she took a step forward, dragging her blade along the ground.



“I can see that. You’re not very good at hiding your emotions, you know? I can feel your anger, your worry, your … oh. Mmm, I see. Your master has you pent up, huh?” she replied, turning slightly to give him a better view of her tits. The slight readjustment of his stance told her all she needed to know. Spinning around with unnecessarily dramatic flair, she bent over and moved her cape aside to present her ass, wagging it at the boy. “Come on then, boy, claim your prize.”



The slight flinch and hesitation he gave further confirmed the Sith’s theory. This was going to be an easy fight. This boy was barely even attempting to hide his horniness. Whether because he was weak-willed, or his master just had him that edged, she couldn’t determine yet. It didn’t matter either way. It’d been too long since she’d gotten the chance to really have some fun with her opponents. She’d always found it more fun to tease her enemies before crushing them.



“I won’t fall for your dirty tricks, Sith scum!” Saber held high, Jaen rushed the Zygerrian, shaking his head to dispel her lustful spell. Eyes never leaving her rear, he thrust it forward as fast as he could, hoping to stab her through the back. The woman turned in a blur of movement, and they suddenly found themselves face to face. Both blades were stabbed into the floor, the red locking the green down. Try as he might, she proved stronger, not allowing him to break the lock.



A surprisingly feminine laugh came from her lips at the very un-Jedi like scowl on his face. After letting him try to push her away again, she leaned forward, making him freeze in shock. The feel of her finger dragging alonging the length of his erection seemed to sap him of all his strength. Her voice only added to the surprise, “Now now, boy, wouldn’t you rather run me through with something else?”



To his credit, Jaen managed to recover from this shock faster than she expected. Shoulder-checking her away, he managed to unbind their blades and take another swing at her. Though she blocked it, it gave him some much needed space.



“You won’t corrupt me that easily!” The Jedi readied to strike low, not wanting to give her a chance to retreat. The calm focus his master tried to instill in him had evaporated, the emotions he’d bottled up for years were finally set free.



“In that case …” Blocking the downward swing, she twirled her saber-staff, twisting her opponent's weapon out of his hand. It deactivated in the air and rolled away, leaving him defenseless. She moved as if cut across his waist, only for the red blades to retract just before making contact. Having braced for burning pain in his torso, he was only taken slightly off guard when the agony instead erupted from his groin.



Smack!



Crushed out of shape for the third time in ten minutes, Jaen’s poor balls felt like they were about to explode. Already constantly sore from being stuffed to the brim, they put up no resistance, warping to fit around the feline’s kneecap. Driven up into his pelvis, they barely had time to bounce back down before her foot smashed into them. The hard metal boot brought a different kind of pain than his master’s: a sharper, but shallower blast of testicular ache. Jaen would have liked to give one last roar of defiance, to yell out and condemn her and the dark side. All he managed was a wavering groan, which didn’t seem to intimidate her.



Legs shaking, Jaen stared into the Sith’s piercing yellow eyes. With his brain as thoroughly scrambled as his nuts, he managed to stay standing for several seconds. This allowed the woman to lean forward and give him a quick, mocking kiss.



“Oh, your master hasn’t let you cum in ages, hmm? Nice and full, just how I like ‘em.”



Wham!



Foot meet balls once again, finally causing his legs to give out. On his knees, he found himself eye level with her smooth crotch. She patted her cunt with a grin. “Like what you see? You want to be inside it so badly, don’t you?”



“Sith bitch!” Jaen swore in a very un-Jedi like fashion. She raised an eyebrow, taking in the swirl of emotion in his eyes. The comment was only intended to annoy Jaen, so she was pleasantly surprised at the sheer rage on his face.



Pain turned to anger, lust turned to desperation. Putting aside the Jedi code, his body went numb as he called upon the Force. The woman’s smile was his breaking point. With an incoherent yell, he was on his feet, while she was slammed into the far back wall. Had he been thinking clearly, he might’ve pressed his advantage and crushed her with the Force. Instead, he spun and made a run for his saber, trying to summon it to his hand.



Though she recovered quickly, the power of the telekinetic blast caught the feline woman off guard. In an instant, her plan changed. She wasn’t going to kill him anymore, she was going to break him and make him hers. At best, he would make a worthy apprentice, and, failing that, a good toy to play with. Either way, he'd be better than her current apprentice. A fresh pair of nuts to crack and flatten was just what she needed. Licking her lips in anticipation, she stretched out her hand.



Jaen only managed a few steps before his balls exploded with a new horrific, burning agony. The lightsaber he tried to Force pull clattered to the floor as his concentration was broken. Falling onto his front, his spread legs left him open to a follow up attack.



“Not bad, boy. My turn.”



Waiting until the padawan looked back, the woman unleashed a blast of electricity from her fingertips, aimed directly at his sack. The hot, crackling energy enveloped his testicles, bathing them in fiery pain. His robes did nothing to protect him, he couldn’t even close his legs, as the electric current made his body stiffen up. Overwhelmed by the pain signals flooding his brain, his balls did the only thing they could think to do. Just in case this was to be the end of his reproductive future, his cock pumped out several shots of cum, staining the front of his robes. Frozen solid, he was unable to even scream as she continued to pump more and more electricity into his balls for the next few seconds. The pain was so great, he didn’t even notice that he’d just cum for the first time in a whole year. It was only when smoke began to rise from the crotch of his pants that she relented, and reached out with her other hand.



“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Her laughter only added to the humiliation. “Embrace it, welcome it. Let that pain and anger and lust drive you. The Jedi are weak, bottling up your emotions will only lead to your destruction.”



A tingling sensation coated the two orbs, a growing pressure that began to squeeze them out of shape. Gradually, they began to give in her invisible grip, flattening out against each other. Body shivering, he just grunted into the floor.



“You seek power? This is what real power looks like! My passion gives me strength, I bend the Force to my will, I use my power to gain victory over all that would oppose me.” Increasing the pressure on the padawan’s junk, she pulled her arm back. Dragging him across the floor by his balls, she continued to lecture him on the dark side. “I sense the conflict in you, the overwhelming desire. The Jedi code forbids such thoughts, you know. But I can help you achieve those dreams, I can teach you how to gain the power you seek.”



Punctuating her point by slamming her foot between his legs, the Zygerrian finally let go and allowed his balls to re-inflate. The poor human was a wreck, laid out on the floor, twitching and groaning to himself. With surprising gentleness, he was telekinetically

flipped onto his back. His eyes were half-closed, his breath unsteady. Just to be safe, she held his arms and legs down with the Force. His aching orbs were visible through his wet pants, visibly shifting around in the sack. Planting her foot atop the left one, she spoke in a calm voice.



“You have great promise, boy. Become my apprentice. Embrace the dark side, and I promise, you will become one of the most powerful Sith to ever live. Try to resist …” briefly crushing lefty to half its usual thickness, she cocked her head, “… and your balls are going to learn a whole new definition of pain.”



With a few twists of her heel to emphasize her offer, Jaen was given a moment to decide. Visions of Master Anya swirled in his agony-addled mind. The Togruta’s kind smile and comforting bosom granted him the strength to voice his defiance through the agony.



“N-n-never.”



The grin she gave immediately made him regret speaking. “Wrong choice, boy. You’re going to be a fun one to break.”



The sounds of armored footfalls echoed into the room. Through his blurry vision, he saw several Sith troopers emerge from the doorway, weapons trained on him. Master Anya wasn’t with them. Had she escaped, or had they killed her and left her body? The Zygerrian cut him off before he could ask, her leg raised high above his crotch. Even if he had the strength to draw upon the Force and grab his lightsaber, there was little he could do lying on the floor. He had failed the Order, and now his nuts were going to lay the price.



It took several minutes of stomping and grinding before the soldiers were allowed to stun him unconscious.



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Sarri turned with a smile when she heard the door slide open. Her green fists continued to rain punch after punch into the prisoners nutsack, not stopping for a moment as she spoke. “Mistress Mira, perfect timing! My hands are starting to cramp.”



Mira nodded to the female Nautolan, stepping forward to examine the scene. The naked human Jedi was suspended above the floor by an energy field. Arms and legs spread, his genitals were on full display, presenting a tempting target. His head lolled from side to side as the kneeling woman alternated between each ball, punching as hard as she could. His gagged groans could barely be heard above the rhythmic smacks.



“You picked a good one, mistress, so much better than Barik! He would’ve passed out a long time ago, but this guy is taking it like a champ! Got a pretty cute ass, too.”



Lazily walking around the room, the feline darksider took in the lovely scene taking place. The younger woman was having the time of her life. Her traditional Sith torture technician garb left nothing to the imagination. The extremely form fitting body suit was so tight that Mira could easily make out her cunt lips being spread by the black material. With each swing, her green tits nearly slipped out her top, the tiniest hint of darker nipple peaking out. No doubt the human had been using the sight to try and distract himself from the pain.



Besides them stood a large table. All sorts of cruel implements were laid out in neat rows. Needles, vices, hammers, whips, even a large strap-on in the shape of a rancor cock. Of course, they were just for show. She didn’t actually plan to use any of these things on him (at least, not unless he really misbehaved). He didn’t need to know that, though.



“Thank you, Sarri, that’ll be enough for now. I want some alone time with the prisoner,” Mira said after watching for a while longer.



With one last uppercut, the Nautolan stood up and hefted his bruised jewels in her hand. Squeezing them hard, she presented them to the Zygerrian with a huge smile. Her bubbly personality contrasted with the other woman’s stern gaze. “Got his nuts nice and softened up, just like you asked, mistress.”



“It looks like you did more than that,” the older Sith replied, referring to the Jedi’s wet cock.



“Can you blame me for wanting a little taste? It was waving in my face for hours, how could I not?”



Mira sighed, ushering the green alien out with a roll of her eyes and a firm smack on the ass. She waited a second to turn around after the door slammed shut. Jaen did the best he could to glare at her as his eyes fought to not roll back.



It’d been a week since the battle. Her apprentice, Barik, had yet to show up. Whether he was dead or captured, she didn’t care. This new toy was proving to be much more entertaining, and promising. Mira had assured Jaen that the intensity of his “training” would be entirely dependent on his attitude. Every morning, she tried to take him out of his cell, to try and convince him to embrace the darkness. When that failed, he was taken back and given a thorough ballbusting as punishment. Every day he resisted, and his noble holier-than-thou lectures were really starting to annoy the Sith. This defiance came to a head this morning, when he was caught trying to use the force to unlock the door.



He never even got close, and soon found himself in his current position, floating above the floor. Sarri, one of the guards, practically begged Mira to let her teach him a lesson. The latter agreed, on the condition that she leave his balls intact and in lots and lots of pain.



“What am I going to do with you, boy? I’ll admit, I’m impressed by your resilience, but it’s starting to get boring.” She shook her head, her hand moving to her saber. Standing motionless for a moment, she suddenly drew and ignited the blade. Swinging it in a wide arc, she aimed it right at the center of his cock, stopping just short of contact. His eyes bulged out as he strained against his restraints. She let her lightsaber hum next to his dick for a moment, enjoying the reaction she got out of him. “You're adorable when you’re scared.”



Cursing her into his gag, Jaen closed his eyes, resolving to not react to anything she said or did. He was a Jedi, he wouldn’t let her toy with him.



Lightsaber back on her belt, the Zygerrian examined his dick. Despite the torture happening below, it was still rock-hard. A gentle poke on the head made it twitch, straining itself to hold back its load. Curious, she then roughly grabbed his balls, feeling them deform a bit between her fingers. They were heavy, stuffed with months worth of pent-up cum. Her smile sent a shiver down his spine.



“I had a talk with my master the other day. She’s a sadistic, old cunt, but she made a good point about you. She said I need to … connect with you, understand you.” With a wave to the nearby control console, Mira lowered him down to match her height. Moving behind him, she rested her head on his shoulder, arms wrapping around his waist. His cock throbbed again as she grabbed it hard at the base and gave it a little shake. “I sensed it on that ship: you’re after something. You were trying to prove yourself, but for what? Hmm? What is it you’re so desperate to earn? I have an idea already, but I want to hear you say it.”



Jaen’s answer, when the gag was removed, came quick. His voice was hoarse, from all the groaning and gasping. “I want to be a Jedi master.”



“What else?”



“I want to destroy the Sith.”



“Let me rephrase the question. What do these want?” Mira’s free hand snaked its way down past his dick, cradling and weighing the two sore orbs. Even the lightest touch stung, but she was being gentle, for the time being. “I feel your lust, you’re so pent up I don’t even need to use the Force to sense it. I ask again, what is it that you desire? A harem of obedient Twi’lek girls? A sex filled journey through the galaxy, knocking up every bitch in sight? Maybe me? Sorry to disappoint you sweetie, but you have to earn the right to be inside me.”



Despite throbbing in her grasp with each guess, Jaen stayed silent. He didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of an answer. Her fingers drummed along the underside of his shaft impatiently, her grip on his balls tightening ever so slightly. Master Anya’s naked form briefly appeared in his mind, even as he tried to shove the thought aside. This split second of weakness was all Mira needed.



“Ah, I see. Naughty boy, you want your master!” The feline woman’s laugh filled him with embarrassment. Cheeks blushing, he denied the accusation, only to be betrayed by his cock. The commanding voice Mira used previously turned sweeter. Her teasing, almost playful tone made his situation even more humiliating.



“So what do you want to do to her?” Mira pried even further, “Make her your bitch? Tie her up and face fuck her until she’s gagging on your cock? Maybe flip her over and pound her tight ass until she’s in tears? Mmm, just turning her into your sex slave, making her beg and moan while you just keep pumping in and out of her? I bet those head-tails would make great handlebars.”



“You’re sick,” Jaen found the courage to reply. The Sith’s vile words were starting to get to him. It was like she was projecting these fantasies directly into his mind. His dick was thumping wildly now, even a single stroke likely would be enough.



“Ha, don’t act like you're above this. Forget the Order, you don’t have to be ashamed of having these thoughts. They’re natural, healthy. Come on, what do you want to do to her? Put a collar on her and walk her around like a pet? Make her worship your dick until she’s addicted to your cum? Can you imagine it, her on her knees, as your cum shoots all over her face and tits?”



“I … I wa- …” Jaen stuttered, that last word hitting him like a blaster bolt to the stomach. The onslaught of naughty thoughts were overpowering his training. Her whispers egged him on, encouraging him with another squeeze around his length. “… I want to … c-cum on her … her breasts.”



It took a moment for Mira to respond. Raising an eyebrow, she laughed again. She made him repeat the confession, pitying the boy for how basic the fantasy was.



“That’s it? That’s what your master is denying you? A simple titfuck? You don’t even want to fuck her cunt?” Her arms wrapped around him tighter, as if to comfort him. The restraints prevented him from pulling away, forcing him to accept that the situation was hopeless. Still, Jaen was about to let her mock him like this. For the first time, he turned to look at her, explaining that she had taken him between her breasts and in her pussy many, many times. She’d just never let him finish. Sure, filling her womb with his seed would be incredible, but her tits were at the forefront of his fantasies. Ever since he’d become her padawan, the sight of his cum covering her red boobs had always been a dream of his.



More just laughed again, “You poor, poor boy. Leave it to the Jedi to deny even life’s most simple pleasures. That’s the true cruelty of the Jedi. They force you to reject your emotions, to beat yourself into an unfeeling machine. We Sith aren’t like that. My master taught me to never deny myself and my wants. The Sith taught me true freedom.”



Jaen immediately spat back at her, “Your ‘freedom’ is other people’s enslavement.”



For once, Mira was the one to become angry at their verbal sparring. Releasing his dick, she shifted her grip on his junk. Sharp nails began to dig into the side of his nuts, making them dimple inward. Up and down her hands moved, roughly grinding the two rubbery orbs against each other. A sharp gasp wheezed out between his grit teeth. He stared down at the floor, regretting his words.



“You're absolutely right, boy. For instance: I have the freedom to pop these pathetic nuts.”



The human’s groan turned into a scream as his balls were suddenly enveloped in crackling sparks. Crushing down on him as hard as she could, Mira began pumping electricity into the aching pair. Bubbles of nutmeat squished between her furred fingers, glowing blue with Force energy. The burning pain bathed his nuts completely, it was like each ball was being cooked from the inside out. Just as the pain seemed to reach its crescendo, something gave inside the right one. A nauseating crack that exploded between her fingers.



“Mmm, that couldn’t have felt good.” Mira purred, “Here, I’ll even it out for you.”



C-crrrck



Crushed from ovals to warped discs, the cum-stuffed pair found themselves unable to hold their contents. With nowhere else to go, a massive spurt of semen shot out from the tip of his cock, splattering against the far opposite wall. Though this lightened their weight considerably, it did nothing to counteract the horrible ache.



“That’s another thing my master taught me. You want to even out the pain between each ball. Helps to really maximize the damage. Sometimes I get carried away and forget, but I’ll usually try to give special attention to the other ball next time. Speaking of which, I can tell your master focuses on this nut when she sucks you off.”



Another crunch came from righty as she dug her fingers in deeper. His body began to go limp, his jerking about gradually weakening. Seeing this, Mira kept on squeezing for another few seconds before abruptly releasing him.



Wham!



Ending the session with a brutal snap kick from behind, Mira walked around the barely conscious Jedi. She made sure to stand so her cleavage was inches from his face.



“I know you think I’m cruel, and you wouldn’t be completely wrong. I despise weakness, and in my experience, balls are very, very weak. If you continue to defy me, I’ll make you wish I’d popped them back in that ship. That being said …”



Even through the nightmarish agony, the feel of a soft hand wrapping around his shaft took precedence in his brain. It took only a dozen strokes for him to cum. It was another two dozen before she stopped, her hand slick with the sticky white liquid.



“… I can be nice, too. Like I said before, you have to earn the privilege if you want inside my pussy. But if you obey, if you accept your place as my apprentice … well, I can help those fantasies of yours become a reality.”



His answer was almost inaudible, “… never …”



Both of them knew it was a lie.



“Shhh, save that defiance for tomorrow.” Wiping her cum covered finger against her lips, she silenced him. With a cruel yet tender kiss on the cheek, the Zygerrian turned and left. Sarri stood outside, having been peeping through the viewhole the entire time.



“Get him cleaned up, dressed, and fed,” Sarri was commanded, “then bring him to my quarters. If he tries anything, his left ball is due another crack. If he cooperates, bring me a bacta patch … and some lube.”



While the Nautolan nodded, Mira knew she was biting her tongue. Her question was answered without being asked.



“Ugh, go ahead, but remember he’s not allowed to cum. Consider it a reward for being so thorough with his balls.”



When Jaen was carried into Mira’s bed two hours later, his cock was glistening with spit.