#imperial echo

The man sitting across from you in the interrogation room seems to be made largely of droid parts. Again and again you stare at his scomp-link arm, you can't help it. As he slams his fist down on the table, you flinch and look up, startled, into his amber eyes. You expect to see an angry face, but the man in front of you is completely calm, which makes his gesture before, seem confusing.

"My prosthesis seems to fascinate you," he says calmly, looking at you scrutinizingly.

You remain silent, not really knowing what to say anyway.

The man stands up, walks around the table, and finally stands next to you. You deliberately don't look at him, trying to ignore his presence. He sits down on the edge of the table, right in front of you.

You can't help it, you look up at him.

"There are ways to make you talk," he says quietly.

You remain silent, still, stoic.

Your hands are cuffed behind your back behind the back of the chair. As he leans forward, in your direction, and you automatically pull your arms forward to shield yourself, nothing happens except that a soft clink of the handcuffs is heard.

His scomp-link arm goes between your thighs, the flat part of the scomp resting on the fabric above your pubic. You want to be angry and disgusted, but instead you feel heat moving between your thighs.

He moves the scomp link ever so gently, rubbing it gently over the fabric against your swelling clit. The situation is so surreal that you don't know how to react at all.

"What do you think about my prosthesis now? Still so interesting?"

You can hardly believe it yourself, but you feel yourself nodding and see a cheeky smile in response.

"I had a feeling you'd react that way. All you need is a little attention after my colleagues were so rough with you, isn't it?"

You get wet, you can feel it clearly, your thighs automatically open a little wider.

"Let's see if I can make up for what you've been through in the last few hours".

You are aware the whole thing is a game a feint, he just wants to make you talk, but right now you want nothing more than to be touched by this man. His real hand moves to the fastener of your pants and opens them, his hand slides behind the fabric, finds the waistband of your panties and his fingers move under the fabric.

You hold your breath for a moment. It's very quiet in the room, so quiet that you hear a soft, soft wet sound as his fingers roam through your velvety, damp folds. You expel your breath with a low, husky moan, your thighs quivering ever so slightly.

He withdraws his hand from you again, and you realize that you immediately miss the touch and feel ashamed of it. He takes off your pants and panties, folds them neatly and puts them on the table.

His hand wanders to your pussy again, caresses it, massages your swollen clit and elicits a sigh from you. Automatically, you thrust your hips toward him.

"That's it, good girl. That's a nice feeling, isn't it?"

Again, you nod silently. It feels good, you can't deny that. He lets go of you again to unlock your handcuffs. Carefully, you bring your hands forward and rub your wrists. His scomp link moves between your legs, gently rubbing the flat end over your swollen clit.

He takes one of your hands in his and guides your wrist to his mouth, kissing the sores where the cuffs have chafed your skin. The touch travels through your whole body like a warm pulse.

You had expected just about anything in this interrogation, but certainly not something like this. As if on its own, your free hand moves to his codpiece and loosens it. He lets it happen, even as your hand strokes the bulge in his Blacks' pants.

He lets out a deep, pleasurable growl, pushing his lap towards you. When you look up at him hesitantly, he gives you an encouraging nod.

"Go ahead," he says quietly, releasing your hand.

With both hands, you pull the pants of his blacks down a bit, revealing his plump, hard length. His scomp link continues to rub over your clit as you lean forward a little and your lips gently touch his cock.

He lets out a shaky breath.

"You're a really good girl, aren't you?"

Again you nod, looking up at him from wide eyes as you kiss his cock again, this time just below the tip, just before sliding your tongue over it.

He twitches briefly and smiles, "Yes, that's good, I can see we're going to get along very well."

Your arousal is already dripping onto the chair you're sitting on, the massage from his scomp link making your pussy twitch with pleasure.

"Now open that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart," he coos.

You do as you're told and let him slide his cock between your lips, pressing your tongue flat against its underside, starting to suck on it, bobbing your head back and forth.

His hand is gently on your neck and the scomp link continues to rub over your Venus. You press your abdomen against the prosthetic and suck hungrily on his cock. He moans again and again.

"My good girl, my rebel darling."

Your fingers cling to his firm, muscular thighs. You take him deeper and deeper into you until the tip of his cock bumps into your throat, triggering a slight gag reflex. But you don't let that stop you. The sounds he makes spur you on to keep going until your eyes water. Your thighs close around his scomp-link, begin to tremble, you move your hips with the friction of his prosthesis. Chair and scomp-link are stained with your juices.

Suddenly, he grabs your chin and releases you from his cock, pulling back his scomp link. He pulls you onto your wobbly legs and bends you over the table. Standing behind you, he pushes your legs apart.

"Now, you're going to tell me what I want to know, my good girl".

You moan softly as he presses his tip against your wet pussy from behind.

"Tell me where your shuttle is, and I'll give you an orgasm you won't forget anytime soon," he coos as he bends over you from behind.

The coordinates literally bubble over your lips without you thinking about it.

You can't see the satisfied smile on his face as he says, "That's my rebel darling, well done."

He pushes his hips forward, his cock parting your folds, penetrating you, stretching your wet hole, long, slow and deep, with a deep moan. He keeps his part of the bargain.

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