Zygerria is one of the many Outer Rim planets that lurked outside the reach of the Republic. Once a mighty slave empire that inspired and rivaled the Hutts', it fell hard onto its knees when the Jedi rained fire on them.

It was one of the few instances that the Scintel family truly felt fear. They thought that they had perhaps pushed their luck too far, and now the Jedi were going to inflict their justice upon them for their numerous crimes against the galaxy.

Apparently, they had nothing to fear.

It turns out that the Jedi only went after them because they had allied with the Sith Empire at the time, fueling the dark empire with countless slaves like a droid factory. Evidently, the Jedi didn't really care much about them afterwards, since many millenniums had passed by, and not once had they lifted much of a finger to do anything about their quiet rebuild. Their fears did arise once again when the Clone Wars had erupted, but just like many times before, the Jedi did not bother to check up on them to see if they upheld their treaty to stop their practices of slavery.

And to think that they called themselves knights of peace and justice.

Everything should've been well - great, even. The Confederacy of Independent Systems (or rather, Count Dooku and his Sith master) recently got in touch with them, promising them wealth and security for their future empire as they shook hands. And yet, things were quickly going south.

Miraj Scintel, the Queen of Zygerria, was rudely awakened by a slave bursting into her quarters, frantically telling her that someone from within the Shadow Collective has initiated an emergency meeting. After giving it a couple of lashes in irritation, she quickly dressed up and exited her guest room to join the other members who happened to be staying in Gardulla the Hutt's palace.

It was there that she was reminded of the definition of fear.

The one who initiated the call was turned to a living puppet, magically controlled by another Sith who desired their resources. She, of course, held her head up high as she expected this intruder to be dealt with.

Then the explosions started, followed by a hail of blaster fire.

She and the rest, of course, evacuated the minute the ambush started, and although rattled and her dress ruined by dust and spice, she made it back home safely, where she patiently awaited the status of the rebellion.

It never came.

It had nearly been a week since the attack, and she heard no word from the other Collectives about their status.

She grew worried. Not for the others, of course, but for herself and for her empire.

She rubbed the bridge of her nose. Goodness, at this point, she was going to start sprouting gray hairs.

"Another." She snapped her fingers, and one of her many slaves quickly stepped up to pour her a glass of wine. Barely waiting for the Twi'lek slave to finish pouring, she downed her glass in a hurry, feeling the tension in her shoulders and back starting to dissipate.

"I-Is something troubling you, mistress?"

Her golden eyes opened slowly to look up at the fool who dared to speak to her without her permission. Her rage was halted at the sight of a beautiful Zeltron woman who stood before her.

Miraj wanted to stay enraged, if only to keep her reputation, but she was far too busy drinking in the sight of this…beautiful specimen. A healthy, prime example of the Zeltron race, her beautiful, red hair reminded her of the finest wine; her breasts perfect for raising her offspring (and for viewing and physical pleasure); her flawless, red-pink skin which looked untainted by time nor conditioning; her black and orange metal bikini which only served to make her that much more tantalizing to ravish.

She shook her head. Perhaps she had a little too much wine.

"Who are you?" she frowned. "I don't recall you within my collections."

"I am here as a present from the mighty Jabba the Hutt." She gave a bow, her breasts dangling from within their metal cages. "I was sent to make sure that the recent events did not shatter your faith in the Hutt Clan and have instructed me to make you as comfortable as possible."

She stood straight once more, taking something out from her breasts. It was a small device that, when activated, showed the Desilijic kajidic symbol.

"I see." Miraj sighed as her back met her throne more. The mention of Jabba soured her mood even further. While he was a fine business partner, she despised him the most out of all the Hutts. He always had his eye on not just her property, but her body as well. She caught him once staring at her while she spoke to another Collective, and the thought of those repulsive eyes slobbering over her body made her shiver.

"I hate to see you displeased, my mistress." The Zeltron beauty knelt as she bowed her head. "From my thorough education, it appears that you are suffering from mild tension on your shoulders. May I have the honor of massaging them?"

Sharp eyes, this one has. As repulsive as the Hutt was, he sure did know how to produce such fine slaves.

"Very well," Miraj sighed as she leaned forward a little. Perhaps a break from the wine would be good.

The slave quietly and obediently made her way behind her, her gentle fingers slowly but oh-so-ever lovingly massaging her aching shoulders and neck.

"Oh my, you've been taught well," Miraj sighed. She felt her troubles melting away, receding to the back of her mind.

"Thank you, mistress." Goodness, was that her natural scent, or was that some high-grade perfume? Either way, there was just something so…alluring and relaxing about being in this slave's prescence.

"Do you believe in miracles?"

This made the queen blink.

"Pardon?"

"Ah, apologies, my lady. My master told me that I think a lot. He told me that he found it rather endearing, so he never told me to stop."

Miraj frowned a little at this. That didn't sound like Jabba at all.

"Do you want to know what a miracle is, Miraj?"

This time, her words were quiet. Haunting. Full of venom.

DANGER!

Her eyes widened and her jaw opened into a scream-

-but nothing came out.

Her body feeling quite limp, she felt her throat closing up, with choked wheezes the only thing that escaped her mouth.

Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Why weren't the guards doing anything?!

"A miracle is like a shooting star. It's something that comes rarely, if it ever does at all. On that star is a tail made of rope. That glowing rope of magic has the power to save a woman from the infinite darkness of the universe. But that rope…"

Her grip on her shoulders tightened, and only a pathetic squeak managed to escape the Zygerrian Queen's throat.

"...that rope does not allow you to wait to make decisions. That rope is something that comes and goes once in a lifetime, and that rope is gone forever if you miss it. That's why people cling onto that rope even if the star is a ball of red, fiery, anger that'll burn the galaxy to the ground."

*POW!* *POW!* *POW!* *POW!*

Miraj couldn't turn her head, but the sound of blaster fire and the sound of loud thuds all around her told her enough. Her body trembled as it struggled to break free from its invisible bindings so that she could run or fight.

But her body betrayed her, and the room was beginning to spin.

"You know," another female voice seemed to echo like a voice in a hallway. As Miraj's eyelids grew heavy, another slave walked into view. Even as her vision turned blurry, she recognized that slave as the one who gave her her wine. "The only good thing about us Twi'leks being so beautiful and enslavable is that nobody bats an eye when we show up in chains and a skimpy outfit."

Something large fell into view with a loud thud.

"[Statement]: Using Oola and Velora Valence as the Trojan Horse was an excellent idea. Basic, but very effective."

Miraj's head slumped downward, and all she knew was darkness.

She awoke to the sound of gunfire and explosions.

"Good morning," a very familiar voice purred. "Or, should I say, good evening?"

The world was an orange and brown haze, but even as her vision struggled to work properly, she recognized the voice.

"T-The Sith…"

"I'm quite flattered that you've remembered my voice, my lady~"

"Are…Are you here to kill me?"

"You? No."

Relief filled her heart-

"It would've been a waste of a fine woman."

Her heart stopped. It was then that she realized just how exposed she felt…

No. No, no, no no no!

Her vision had finally returned, but when she looked down, she almost wished it hadn't. Gone was her royal dress made of the finest silk and the purest gold. Gone were her exotic jewelry too, and even her undergarments.

Her golden eyes widened, her fair skin reddened as she immediately moved to cover herself up.

"She looks amazing, doesn't she, master?"

She turned, and her eyes narrowed a little.

It was the Zeltron who she mistook for Jabba's gift. Still in the outfit she saw her in, she was leaning on a human man beside her.

She flinched as she finally noticed the towering man inches away from her. He must've been a warrior, judging from his frame, scars, and muscles decorated his large build, with short, blood-red hair that seemed to glow in the beaming moonlight.

"Indeed she does~" the Sith smirked. "For all the ugliness you Zygerrians hold in your greasy little hearts, you sure make up for it with physical beauty."

He stroked her cheek lovingly, and she felt bile threatening to leave her throat. No, this cannot be happening! She is the queen of Zygerria!

*PLAT!*

"Don't touch me!" Miraj hissed. A trickle of phlegm dripped down his chin. For one eerie moment the world held its breath, and she was quickly beginning to regret her outburst.

An abnormally long tongue slithered out of his mouth to lick it off.

"Mm, feisty. We're going to love you."

His hands seized her hips at the speed of light, and she felt her body being pulled forward. Her eyes widened as his mouth crashed against hers.

"MMMPH!" Miraj screamed, punching and pushing at him. Her sharp teeth threatened to close down onto his tongue, but her jaw wouldn't respond to her commands!

Her eyes burning hot with tears, her throat gagged disgracefully as she struggled to pull air into her lungs. She stopped struggling at some point, falling limp as she decided that she didn't want to be awake for this anyways.

Too bad she forgot that Sith could often read minds.

He ripped himself away from her, his long tongue pulling out of her throat with a wet splash. Air suddenly began rushing into her lungs, snapping her wide awake.

She spun around onto her hands and knees as she coughed, not caring one bit that her own royal bed was being ruined by bile and saliva.

"Heh, ten seconds. Not bad~" a sultry voice mockingly praised. Miraj blinked tears out of her eyes as she weakly looked up. A large, fat-breasted woman with dark skin and long bangs that covered most of her hair walked into the room, naked as the day she was born. "My lord? May I show her how it's done?"

The muscular woman let out a squeal as the man extended his hand, and she suddenly found herself hovering in the air, before she floated towards him. In seconds, the woman was on top of him, and the two were making out like there was no tomorrow.

A-Animals! Miraj gaped. F-Filthy fucking animals!

She needed to get away. His concubines were too occupied trying to please their master to watch over her. Her eyes quickly moved over to the makeup drawer across the room, remembering the blaster she hid there. She sprung out of bed-

-and she saw stars. Tasting metal, she realized that she was kissing the floor.

Something large and soft was pressed up against her naked back. For a moment, she wondered if one of the concubines in the room had tackled her, pinning her onto the floor.

She wasn't completely wrong.

"My my, where do you think you're going?" an alluring voice purred over her. Miraj's eyes widened a little as she finally saw the deadly beauty that had her pinned to her floor.

"Ah, great timing, Talon-chan," the Sith Lord said cheerfully. "We were just about to teach her a lesson about obedience. That should be something that's quite elementary for her."

"Ah yes…the queen of slaves…" Talon's grin looked absolutely venomous, her glowing yellow eyes gleaming in the dark night. "Tell me, how do you feel now? Do you feel high and mighty, knowing that a twi'lek whore has gotten one over you?"

"Trash will always remain trash," Miraj spat. Even while her naked body was pinned onto the filthy floor, she remained defiant and proud, glaring back up at the red twi'lek. "If you know what's good for you, you would get on your knees and- AHHHH!"

Darth Talon let out a roar as she leapt off of the Zygerrian woman. As she flew gracefully into the air, she stuck her naked hand out, firing off a torrent of deadly blue electricity. It licked at her body like flames onto wood, sending waves of agony through every cell in her body.

It hurt - it hurt so much. Was this what it was like to be struck by a whip, only a thousand times more everywhere?

Every nerve in her body screamed, every strand of every fiber of her was on fire. Her tears were fried from the lightning storm, her body stiffening and yet relaxing from the bombardment of pain.

-and just like that, it stopped.

Even after she stopped seeing the electric-blue lightning dancing on her body, it took her forever to finally realize that she was allowed to breathe. The instant she realized this, she finally let out gasps of air that were mixed in with pathetic sobs and chokes.

She screamed, her screams sounding hoarse and dry, her body twitching and trembling uncontrollably. She felt her crotch growing wet, and, despite the torture she had just undergone, she blushed, wondering if she had soiled herself.

"No, slave, you haven't soiled yourself," Darth Talon smirked/snarled, emphasizing the word "slave." "Most people do so, but you? It appears you've quite enjoyed that."

Miraj's eyes widened, and she shakingly looked down at her body. Biting her lip, she wanted to either scream some more or just lay there and die. Dying was preferable to the reality set beneath her. What should've been a puddle of urine was instead a puddle of her love fluids.

"T-This can't be-!"

"Oh yes~"

Miraj let out a choked gasp as her body was suddenly dragged into the air, like a puppet forced to perform by a cruel master. Her body flew back towards the puppeteer, and right before she would've crashed into the sweating pile of bodies, she stopped just inches away from them.

"AH, FUCK!" the muscular human screamed as her fat tits bounced up and down. Her glistening, dark skin seemed to shimmer in the moonlight as the two came, her head flung back as she dampened her master's naked chest.

"You really needed that, didn't you?" the Sith purred. The woman said nothing as she fell into his arms, out like a light. "Hah, looks like I'm just too good."

Gently laying her next to him, his glowing red eyes turned back towards the disgraced queen.

"Now, then…"

He lifted his hand again, and she found her body being dragged towards him by an invisible force.

"M-Mercy…" her lips quivered as she finally saw just how large his…man thing was. It wouldn't fit. It couldn't fit. But something told him that he'll ruin her virgin body forever.

"No," he smiled, and then she felt her body drop.

She let out a wail as she felt something stab into her womb. The pain…it was blinding. Her now ruined maidenhood was on fire, as if someone had shoved a glowing-red hot iron up her cunt.

She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run. Hell take her, at one point she even thought about biting and scratching at him as her final act of defiance.

But her body only slumped forward, feeling all energy drain out of her from the overgrown parasite that stole her innocence.

His hips suddenly moved upward, and she only grew more sluggish.

"Mm, I'm honored to have taken the virginity of a queen~" the Sith purred into her ear, before nibbling on it. The new, sharp pain snapped her awake, and she felt some charge return to her sore body.

"Y-You FILTHY-!" The queen shouted in fury only to find herself struck in the back of her head by the Lethan Twi'lek.

Seeing stars, her body slackened again as she fell onto his muscular chest. Even as he pounded into her with his piston-hips, she felt all energy and resistance leave her.

She hated it. She hated just how much it hurt. She hated just how much it was beginning to feel good. She preferred herself to remain in pain. Pain would've been much preferable than being…broken - reduced to a common whore addicted to drugs or sex. Becoming the very thing she maintained her empire upon.

"Looks like you're still trying to deny your feelings, you worthless whore. Tell your new lord how much you love it," the Lethan Twi'lek ordered the former queen turned whore. She slammed her foot into the female Zygerrian's fine arse, pushing her even deeper onto her new master's cock.

The former queen let out an ear-piercing scream at this. As her pussy tightened involuntarily around the penis of the brute who was defiling her, she found her mouth to be violated by the man's mouth.

…

The key part of breaking in a slave was patience.

It was required if you wanted a reliable slave with minimal chances of rebellion. It mattered not whether they were Twi'leks (beings naturally made and bred for sex and slavery) or a stubborn creature as a Wookie (proud warriors that would often rather die than submit). Patience was key. One needed to start slow, crumbling their hopes and resistance little by little. A good master needed to not just work to break the slave, but a good master also allows the slave to break themselves.

They needed to realize, learn, and accept that there was no escaping their new chains. Miraj knew this better than almost anyone. She had essentially adopted and perfected this practice, passing it on to her subjects.

And now she found herself being subjected to it.

She wanted to say that she was strong - that she had the willpower made of durasteel to withstand her own enslavement program and that she would come out on top at the end.

But the humiliation and pain was too much. The pleasure was beginning to overwhelm her senses; her mind, her goals, her dreams, all disappearing into useless brain fluid as the only thing she was beginning to desire was pure, carnal bliss.

No, she thought softly, a mere whisper drowned out by the torrent of cortisol, dopamine, and serotonin. I mustn't fall for his Sith tricks.

Even as her whisper of defiance managed to let out its quiet croak, she found herself unable to hear its final cry as she climaxed. This one was intense - far more so than any other ones she ever had in her life. Lightning ran through every synapse in her body, reaching her brain, and just like that, whatever defiance she managed to rebuild crumbled to nothing.

Drunk with pain, pleasure, guilt, joy, hatred, admiration, the world began to spin around her. She couldn't think anymore - she could hardly remember where she was. All strength was sapped from her body, and she found herself returning to the world of darkness.

Ah, bliss. Sweet, sweet nothingness and everythingness.

Come to think of it, why was she resisting? Who was she resisting against? She couldn't tell anymore. Not now, and possibly never again…

"Well, this conquest was fun," Darth Kyuubi sighed blissfully.

Sitting on what used to be Queen Miraj's throne, the once ruler of Zygerria was on her knees in the middle of the throne room. Plenty of men, Mandalorians, former slaves, and even former guards to the queen had their way with her. Miraj had long stopped pleading and protesting, choosing to sink into the world of twisted pleasure.

So gone was she that she didn't even remember her name or title. All she responded to anymore was "Whore" or "Bitch". The former queen was now broken beyond repair, a husk of her former self. And Naruto was so very proud of seeing that.

"Really give it to the whore, boys," Talon ordered grinning wickedly at the sight of the queen being used. "Make sure she gets every single one of your delicious cocks."

Much like their time in Jabba's Palace (or, now renamed, Darth Kyuubi's Palace), the Mandalorians were rewarded for their efforts with the finest wine, food, and men and women. Celebrating in shifts, they were enjoying the fruits of their labor.

Of course, not all of them partook in this hedonistic celebration. A few, much like Bo Katan, just stood in the background, her frown masked by her helmet as she found the entire thing quite distasteful.

They were warriors, not sex starved mercenaries. This was an embarrassment to the name Mandalore

And yet… A part of Bo Katan hated how the sight of Rahab bouncing on their new leader's cock made her crotch a bit warm. Doing her best to keep her position as a loyal guard on duty, she resisted the urge to rub her legs together.

Unbeknownst to her, Darth Kyuubi noticed her subtle twitches of her hands and legs, a smirk forming behind his helmed face. She would fall as well eventually. Just like her Mandalorian sisters did. It was all just a matter of time

For soon enough everything would fall to him.