Star Wars The Old Republic

Mysa licked her lips as she was done cleaning the sabre. ‘Yes, Master,’ she closed her eyes and felt quite excited at was in store for her next.

 

Garak step to her and put something around her neck, with quiet 'click' In the end.
"You can open your eyes slave." He said enjoyed the view. Mysa can see, that was slave-collar, not common collar for worker in mines, but hight professional corral of Hutts personal slaves. Dark leather, with small metal ring for leash, fit good on her and look like traditional.
" Now you will have simbol of your status. That will be your uniform on this ship and in my chambers, unsless I change my mind. "

 

Mysa opened her eyes, she could feel the leather on her neck. Realising that her submission to Garak was complete, Mysa frowned slightly, ‘Th–Thank you, Master. It is a lovely present.‘ She looked up in his eyes, ‘In your ch–chambers, Master?’

 

Garak push one botton and bed automatic relase Mysa, what make her fall down.
"I'm happy that you like it. Because it will be with you for long time." He said to former Sith lady on the floor.
"That we will discuss later slave."

 

Mysa cushioned her fall with her hands, kneeling on all-fours in front of Garak. She felt unsatified after the whole ordeal, her pussy aching for more attention. She craned her neck in the collar and looked up at Garak, ‘Yes, Master. Is there anything else I can do for you, Master?’ Her eyes darting to her Master’s crotch a fleeting moment. She didn’t get up from the floor just yet, catching her breath.

 

Garak nod to her.
"Yes, let call it a test." In the same time, to room enter HK-52 with electric whip in hands. He was full fixed right now. Red Sith smile to Mysa.
"Now it is time for secend part of punishment. Droid will give you ten strikes of that weapon and you will count every, thanks for eyery hit and smile like child. If one of wagers will break, It will count from beginning." He said and HK-52 hit nearest wall by sparks.
" This will be test of your self control. "

 

Mysa looked at HK-52 and the whip, wincing when it struck the wall. She looked up to Garak, ‘As you wish, Master.’ She took a deep breath and steeled herself for the first hit of the whip.

 

First hit come to her torso, right betheen her breast. HK-52 showing no mercy and strike was painfull, ewen for common whip, not mention about all electric what hurt slave skin.
"(Treate) Count this meatbag or I will use elextric blaster on you vagina." Droid said in his robotic voice.

 

Mysa winced at the whip’s hit between her breasts, it hurt like hell but she had to endure it. She looked at them both and smiled, ‘O–One, thank you, Master.’ The hit left a red mark where it had struck. For a short moment, the thought of what an electric blaster might feel like hitting her pussy even excited her.

 

Next two strikes hit in her shoulder.
"Tell us something about your first time with men. How old you was when it happen and what are you done?" Garak question her, like to partner on coffy table, not to slave on floor.

 

Mysa winced, counted. gave her thanks and smiled as she was hit in the shoulders, red streaks marking there too, ‘Two, thank you, Master. Three, thank you, Master.’ She eyed Garak at the question, ‘I–I was fifteen, Master. At the academy in Korriban.’ She gulped, ‘O–One of the Masters there gave me a lession in using lust and passion for controlling the dark side. W–When he thought I had gotten excited enough, he ordered me to service him.’ She frowned, ‘He was a bastard, he made me beg him to take my virginity...’ She averted her gaze in shame, ‘... and I did, I was so driven wild by the strange training he subjected me to, Master.’

 

Garak smile.
"So, now you are talking bad about your former master? Why I should't think that you will saying something about me, when I will be absent? What did you tell me slave?" Next three strikes hit in her belly, leg and waist.

 

Mysa grimaced and winced as she was hit further, stumbling a bit as the whip hit her leg, she tried to smile as best she could in the pain, ‘Ugh, Four, thank you, Master. Five, thank you, Master. Six, thank you, Master.’ She looked to Garak again, ‘You asked me, Master, I answered the truth. I will not talk badly about you, if you do not wish me to, Master.’

 

Garak grab her by her hair, or what was left of her hair and smile to Mysa.
" And that is correct answer slave. You can ask for one favor. Maybe I will do it for you." HK-52 didn't stoped and strike two times in her back and ass.

 

Mysa groaned as Garak grabbed her and the whip hit her back and ass, she tried to keep her composure and smile, ‘Seven, thank you, Master. Eight, thank you, Master.’ Her purple eyes darted around Garak’s face for any sign of deceit, ‘A favor, Master?’ Mysa smiled at him, ‘Maybe you’d allow your slave to see you in the nude, Master?’ Her eyes looked up and down Garak’s body, imagining what the red Sith looked like underneath those robes.

 

Nine strike hit right betheen her ass. Garak smile and shake his head.
"For that is too soon slave. But for now I can show you my dick. After punishment. " He turn around Mysa and last strike hit egzacly in her pussy.

 

Mysa yelped as the whip hit between her but cheeks, giving her a jolt of electricity, ‘Nine, thank you, Master.’ She panted and smiled at Garak. ‘You know best, Master,’ she said as he told her what would happen. Mysa cried out as she was spun around and the electric whip hit her pussy, she tensed up as the electric shock coursed through her, causing her pussy to cramp and leak more of her nectar down her leg, nearly causing her to pee herself. Her legs went weak, and she tried to steady herself. ‘Ten... thank you, Master,’ she said with a pained smile on her face.

 

Garak gently push her down.
"Good job slave, you can sit on knees" HK-52 roll back his whip and leave the room.
"That will be your standard position, slave. On your knee. Without my or HK-52 permision, you are not alowed to get up. Only excetion is when we are under attack, understood?" He said as he walking around her. "And no touching yourself, no mater how much are you horny, that is clear?"

 

Mysa got to her knees as Garak pushed her down. Her skin was streaked red with the hits of the whip and she panted, in a mixture of stress and pain from the whipping, and excitement from the situation. Her purple eyes followed him, when she could as he walked around her, inspecting his slave, ‘Yes, Master. On my knees and no touching myself, I understand, Master.’ Those orders were typical for pleasure slaves and it did not help that Mysa had felt incredibly horny for a while now. Her thighs stained with fresh and dried pussy juices, some even dropping to the floor between her feet.

 

"Very well slave. Now clean everything here by your tounge. All floor have to shiny." He said pointing at her love juice on the floor. Mysa leave a lot of mess around.
"And to more motivate you, I will give you eee... Five minutes. Or seven."