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Ailyn Vane groaned as her vision swam back into focus. The human woman had slipped out of her home after curfew to take part in one of her boss’s elaborate parties, but she hadn’t been worried about Imperial patrols. Kel Damakos owned the local garrison, and if his employees were picked up, he always made sure that the situation was resolved quickly. Because of that, as she’d walked home, tipsy and giddy, she hadn’t thought twice about the person walking up behind her.
Until they’d hit her with a stun bolt, sending her collapsing into unconsciousness.
Ailyn groaned, trying to sit up, and was hit with several unpleasant realizations at once. Her beautiful blue strapless dress, chosen by Damakos to match her eyes and accentuate her curves, was covered in layers of some kind of black tape from just below her breasts all the way down to her ankles, forcing her arms tight against her sides and her legs close together. Her blue hair, which had been done up in a very expensive series of loops and curls, was in shambles, and her feet were bare. She was lying on a cold, metal floor, and she had no idea where she was or who had taken her.
“You’re awake! Thank the force. Please, just tell it whatever you know. Please.” Ailyn craned her neck at the voice. She’d been so preoccupied and dazed that she hadn’t realized she wasn’t alone. There was a green-skinned Twi’lek woman across from her, bound up in the same material as her, but with no sign of any clothing underneath the tight wrappings. She was a bit taller than Ailyn, with large breasts flopping free above the tape and ash smudges and bruises covering her face. “I can’t take another session. I can’t. Please.”
“What’s going on?” Ailyn asked. “Where are we?”
“I don’t know! I’m just a bartender!” The Twi’lek’s voice was on the edge of hysteria. “It grabbed me yesterday. Stunned me in an alley after work. It keeps asking me questions about someone named ‘Damakos’ but I don’t know them and it doesn’t believe me and it won’t stop!!”
For the first time, a real chill ran down Ailyn’s spine. She’d assumed that once she revealed her employer’s name to her would-be kidnapper, she would be released without any further issues. No one on Ghilar wanted to mess with Kel Damakos. But apparently, she was wrong. One person did. “I don’t…” she started hesitantly.
Before she could figure out whether to deny everything, a door opened with a hiss of air and the droid entered.
It was tall, with a narrow face and small, glowing yellow eyes. Its body was grey and blocky, with narrow, multi-jointed arms and legs and pinching gripper hands. It looked over Ailyn for a moment, and then turned its attention to the Twi’lek. “We Will Begin With You,” it intoned grimly. “You Will Answer. Please Come With Me.”
“No! Nooooooo! Please! Take her! Take her!” The Twi’lek screamed wildly, squirming away as the droid approached. Ignoring her screams, it leaned down, grabbing her by the feet, and dragged her slowly and purposefully across the room, through the door. Ailyn couldn’t see where it had taken her, but could still hear her frenzied voice. “I don’t know anyone named Damakos! I’m not lying! Please! Nnn—mffh!!”
The voice was abruptly choked off, collapsed into muffled gibberish, and Ailyn shivered as she heard the sounds of metal clinking together and quiet, desperate attempts at communication. Moments later, a garbled scream echoed through the room, only to be gradually muffled even further until Ailyn couldn’t hear anything.
She had to get out. Ailyn looked around, taking the room in more closely. She was probably in a spaceship’s secondary cargo hold, but there wasn’t any cargo in here right now. There was a large hatch on one wall, with a console next to it, and the small door leading into the rest of the ship. Desperately, Ailyn began squirming her way towards the console. Maybe she could use it as leverage, force her way up high enough to hit a button.
The floor of the hold was chill, and getting the purchase with the smooth tape holding her was difficult. As she pushed her way forward one exhausting inch at a time, Ailyn felt her dress catching on the small bumps and divots of the floor. The elastics holding it up, never meant for this kind of exertion, slipped and the dress was pulled down, forcing her to continue with her breasts against the ground. She winced and gritted her teeth, grunting with effort as she wriggled her way towards her one hope of freedom.
After what felt like an eternity, Ailyn was at the base of the console, and she panted with effort as she took a moment to breathe. Her breasts ached, her body was hot from the effort, but she’d accomplished the first step.
“Very Impressive.”
Ailyn’s eyes went wide as the loud clomping sound of the droid approached. “I Have Been Observing You On The Monitors,” it explained. “You Are Determined. But The Console Is Locked. Escape Is Impossible. It Is Time For Your Interrogation. Please Come With Me.”
“No! Let me go, you scughole piece of scrap!” Ailyn screamed.
“Recalcitrance Noted.” The droid leaned down, gripping hand easily forcing open her mouth, and popped a small metal orb into it. The orb rapidly expanded, forcing Ailyn’s tongue flat and her jaws wide, completely muffling her shouts of protest.
Work complete, the droid dropped Ailyn face-first on the floor, then picked up her feet and turned back to the door. Ailyn grunted furiously as she was dragged face-down out of the room, her breasts bumping against the ground with every struggle. The droid ignored her incoherent protests, continuing to drag her at a measured pace.
“I Am 8D-5M. You Will Deliver Information On Kel Damakos.” The droid pulled Ailyn through the door, turning down a short corridor into a larger room. “Non-Compliance Will Not Be Tolerated.”
As the droid knelt, lifting Ailyn off the ground, she got a better look at this room as well, and her heart began beating twice as fast. It was smaller than the cargo bay, containing a flat table, a metal frame chair, a larger X-Frame with cuffs on the corners, and four long, flat crates stacked on top of each other in one corner of the room. There were tool cabinets on the walls, one of which was open; Ailyn could see coils of wire, knives, pliers, and what looked like a set of small sticks with various tiny orbs, feathers, or spikes at the ends of them.
The Twi’lek woman was here too. She had been stripped out of her tape, which was piled on the floor next to her, and bent over backwards, each of her lekku wrapped around one of her ankles and then taped tight, before being hoisted into the air and hung like a ball; Ailyn could only imagine how much the sensitive tendrils were hurting. Her arms had been pressed up into her back in a vicious reverse-prayer shape and taped tightly together, and her mouth was filled with a copy of Ailyn’s own gag, blocking her screams.
On top of all of that, a pair of vicious, barbed clamps had been screwed down over the Twi’lek’s nipples, then attached to a chain that was running down to a small box set on the ground. The chain was tight, pulling the Twi’leks breasts down, and as Ailyn watched a line of blue electricity rippled up it, drawing an extremely muffled scream of pain as the Twi’lek’s eyes bugged out.
8D pivoted, placing Ailyn down on a narrow bench, head hanging just off the end and facing the Twi'lek and feet just past the end on the opposite side. It knelt again, industrious arms quickly pulling a series of straps out and fastening them above and below her breasts and across her thighs and ankles. She tried to resist, but between her exhaustion, the tape still covering her, and the robot's strength, she might as well have been cooperating. “Wait Here.” 8D said, as though she had a choice.
The droid approached the Twi’lek, who began to scream into her gag, twisting slightly as she struggled to escape. Ignoring her, 8D reached down, coming up with a ten-inch long dildo covered in knobby protrusions. It held it up to its victim, pressing a button and watching the device shudder to life. The woman attempted to shake her head, then gasped as the motion pulled at her lekku. Ignoring her, 8D slowly walked behind her, then began inserting the dildo into her. Faint moans of pain drifted out of her gag as she tried to squirm away, but the droid was relentless and remorseless.
As Ailyn watched in horrified fascination, 8D returned to the toolkit. This came, it came up with a second dildo, smaller and fatter, with a narrow end and a round protrusion. The Twi’lek was too exhausted to do more than moan in fear as 8D returned to her back, but she began to thrash desperately as the second dildo was slowly but firmly shoved up her rectal passage. The only effect of her struggles was to set off another round of electricity, and she wailed almost soundlessly into her gag, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Its work complete, 8D walked slowly across the room towards Ailyn. She tensed as it bent down, but it merely tapped her gag, shrinking it back down and pulling it from her mouth. "Please!" she said. "What are you doing? What do you want from me?"
"You Will Give Information," 8D explained. It bent under the bench Ailyn was tied to, then rose back up with a pair of jagged alligator clamp in its claws, each one connected to a narrow wire running under the bench. "Please Prepare For Some Minor Discomfort."
Ailyn looked over at the limp, suffering Twi'lek and imagined what other 'preparation' might be in store. "No! Ask me anything! You don't have to AIEEEE!!" She let out a scream as 8D, ignoring her protestations, clipped the first clamp around her left nipple, hooking the end to ensure that it stayed put.
"All Preparations Must Be In Place To Ensure Compliance," 8D said solemnly. It leaned over her.
Ailyn closed her eyes and tried to take a deep breath, but even with preparation the second clamp tore another cry of pain out of her. If anything, it was worse knowing it was coming. "I'll tell you anything you want to know," she begged. "I don't need any more preparation, I promise!"
The droid studied her for a moment. "You Will Answer Queries About Kel Damakos."
"Yes! Anything I know, I swear!" The Twi'lek had broken completely after a day. Ailyn knew that she wouldn't fare any better, but at least she had information to give. "Just please, please let me go."
"You Will Answer Queries. You Will Be Retained Until Queries Are Verified. Then All Informants Will Be Released."
For a moment, Ailyn thought about asking whether the Twi'lek woman behind her would count as an informant, but the droid was already looming over her. "You Will Answer Queries Now, Or We Will Move Beyond Preparatory Stages. Secondary Interrogation May Cause Significant Discomfort."
"Alright! Alright, of course, yes." Ailyn swallowed heavily, staring up into the droid's unblinking eyes. "What do you want to know?"
The answer, it turned out, was everything. Employee lists, especially of bodyguards. Criminal operations and collaborators. The hours that Damakos kept. Whether she was one of the women he slept with (not yet, but she suspected it was only a matter of time.) Whether he had any off-books properties that she knew about. When Ailyn revealed that she knew the location of the small apartment he used for his many trysts thanks to her secretarial position, 8D abandoned its other lines of questioning to focus on the location, times that Damakos would be present, and who else knew about the apartment. It even asked how long it would be until she was noticed missing - she almost lied and said that it would be within an hour, but the unblinking stare of the droid convinced her to admit that Damakos probably wouldn't ask after her until later the next morning.
Finally, the questions were complete. "Your Answers Will Be Verified," 8D said. "If They Are Correct, You Will Be Released Tomorrow. Until Then, You Will Be Stored Safely."
"Stored?" Ailyn squeaked.
8D lifted the gag. “Open Your Mouth.”
"Wait," she said urgently. "I won't try to esc-urph!"
8D slipped the gag back into Ailyn’s mouth and expanded it back to its previous jaw-straining level. It leaned over, lifting the entire plank that Ailyn was tied to and walking to the crates in the corner. The second-lowest crate's side hissed open, revealing an interior space just long enough to slot in Ailyn, bench and all.
"Security Is A Primary Concern," 8D informed her, sliding the bench into place. Ailyn's head was brushing one end of the crate, and she could feel the bottom if she stretched her toes out. The droid hadn't even removed the clamps still biting painfully into her breasts. Instead, it reached up to the crate’s interior ceiling and pulled down a small hose, hooking it up to her gag. “This Nozzle Will Dispense Air And Water,” it informed her. “You Will Be Released If Your Information Is Accurate. Please Be Patient.”
Before Ailyn could respond, the side of the crate hissed shut, leaving her in a pitch-black, cramped crate, breasts in agony, lashed immobile and without a hint of sound from outside. She whimpered faintly, dreading what would happen if she had misremembered anything. The crate was stiflingly hot, beads of sweat already forming on her forehead, and she could taste the staleness of the air on her nostrils. She whimpered faintly into her gag, wondering how long she would be trapped like this. A moment later, she yelped as a jolt of electricity blasted her nipples.
Confirming that the crate was properly sealed, heater and electrical stimulation active and life support was running, 8B walked over to the bound Twi'lek. Its grip compressed the gag, deflating the pump inside her mouth, and it pulled the orb free. "Information Has Been Acquired, Captain."
Zarii Unlaya, one of the sector's most feared and least recognized bounty hunters, grinned up at her copilot. "Excellent work as always, Grin." She let out an inadvertent yelp as the electroshock cable triggered, jolting her nipples again. "As much as I'd like to finish the session, you'd better let me down. Sounds like we're on a timer."
8D nodded, disengaging the electricity and vibrators and moving to lower her gently to the ground. "As Usual, You Are An Effective Victim."
Zarii chuckled tiredly. Playing the part of a failed interrogation victim had broken the will of more would-be toughs than she could count, but it only worked because it was real. If she'd been less into the pain, she would have had to cut corners and someone might have noticed. She let out a long sigh of relief as 8D undid the lashes holding her lekku in place; the droid paused to gently stroke them as sensation flowed back into their battered tips. "And you are an effective tormentor."
"Thank You For Adding That To My Programming." 8D looked over to the crate. "Will We Be Collecting The Bounty On Ms Vane? It Is Not Substantial, But It Is Not Nothing."
"No. We did promise to let her go." Zarii stood up, stretching out her muscles, and took the pre-warmed towel that 8D handed her. "But if we bump into her again after Zakaros goes down and we claim his bounty, all bets are off. She's cute. Wouldn't mind a session with her properly."
"Acknowledged, Captain." 8D's small mouth wasn't capable of smiling, but there was an air of satisfaction about it as it helped its captain cool down. The droid resolved to keep a minor alert running for Ailyn Vane. As Zarii had said - she was an attractive human, and it would be entertaining to encounter her again...