The stormtroopers carried the twi'lek away as she pleaded for her release.

"Let go of me, I don't deserve this." she said, with tears flowing down her face, but the soldiers continued marching her forward.

Eventually, they reached the prison. Catlula's eyes widened as she saw the amount of men in one cell, the cell she would reside in.

The twi'lek thought, "There have to be at least 100 people in that cell. How did we fit them all there."

Suddenly, one of the stormtroopers ripped her uniform dress off, revealing her tight metal bikini and panties. Then, they grabbed her headwear and threw it to the floor, the loss of which felt like losing her place as an Imperial Her identity had been stripped from her.

The sight of the beautiful half-naked twi'lek caught the attention of many of the men in the cell, many of whom had not seen a woman in years. They stared at her caged boobs as Catlula held a bitter expression on her face. Then, her eyes widened as one of the stormtroopers unclipped her bra.

The twi'lek's large tits bounced the bra off her body, and the prisoners cheered as they heard the metal "clank" as it hit the floor. Then, the stormtrooper grabbed the back of her panties and ripped it off her body. The prisoners cheered again as they saw the twi'lek's cleanly shaved pussy out in the open. Catlula blushed with humiliation, knowing what kind of torture was in store for her. She could see the bulges in their pants and knew who they were meant for.

One of the stormtroopers opened the cell door. Catlula could hear every creaking sound from the rusted iron as she began to lose hope.

Then, the soldiers threw the twi'lek into the cell and said, "Do as you wish with her short of killing."

Then, the armored men left. Many of the prisoners knew who Catlula was and wanted to get revenge on the Empire through her.

One of the men picked the twi'lek up from the floor, pulled his pants down and sodomized her as his hands covered her tits. Then, another man pulled his pants down and stuck his rod into the girl's vagina. More prisoners grabbed her lekku with enough force that she thought they would rip them off, and more took every opportunity to feel her smooth blue skin.

Catlula's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt the pain of being sodomized and uncontrollably moaned as she felt to forced pleasure of the vaginal penetration run through her veins. After a while, she felt numb as the men thrust their junk inside her. Then, the men exploded their load inside the twi'lek and threw her to the floor, cum dripping out of her pussy and ass.

Then, another prisoner put the girl's face in front of his dick and forced the member in her mouth as she kneeled. Another came up behind her and sodomized her with a rusty steel bar. The twi'lek teared up as she felt the object violated her body, many of the tears landing on the man's erect penis. Many other men in the cell took the opportunity to stick their hands in her clit, grab her tits, and pull her lekku.

Eventually, the man unloaded in the twi'lek's mouth with the whiteness of the cum covering the inside of her mouth. Then, the other man pulled the rusty pole from her ass and beat her to the ground with it. Another man approached the girl and started urinating on her as the other man beat her. He made sure to aim for the head, so the twi'lek closed her eyes as the disgusting liquid hit her face.

Once the man had finished, he said, "This is what you get Imperial scum."

Catlula looked up at the man with a weak and pitiful expression but did not say a word. Then, a prisoner a grabbed the girl and forced her naked body against the cold steel bars of the cell. He forced his dick in her already violated pussy and harshly thrust inside her. The man kissed her on the lips as he pushed his victim against the cold steel of the bars. Once he had unloaded, he threw the girl back to the ground.

In this small moment of clarity, the twi'lek looked up at the clock and saw that only 20 minutes had passed.

The twi'lek thought, "This is going to suck." as another few prisoners grabbed her and had their way with her.

Colonel Cantsol felt pity for the twi'lek who he saw get damned to torture in the prison. He could not live with himself if he didn't help the girl, so the officer walked into General Wencor's office to see him drinking. When Cantsol saw this scene, he felt disgusted by the man's indulgence in vices and neglect of his responsibilities.

The general saw the colonel enter his room and said, "I have only started my drinking session, so I can still talk to you. What is it, colonel?"

Cantsol takes a seat across from Wencor and said, "I believe that you made a mistake in sending Catlula to the prisons. She is one of our most important assets."

Wencor laughed at the suggestion, slamming his bottle against his desk and saying, "That tail-head? She was extremely disposable. Besides, she criticized my leadership and preparation for the battle. She may be beautiful, but she was not worth keeping."

Cantsol suggested, "Can't you give her a second chance in battle? She is a really skilled woman."

Wencor continued laughing and said, "If she is as skilled as you say, let's send her to take out a Hutt terrorist base with nothing but a sniper rifle and no clothes but a bra and loincloth. Then, we can see if you are right about her."

Cantsol knew he would not get anything more out of this meeting and said, "Fine, I'll take that deal."

Wencor's expression suddenly became serious, and he said, "Really? I was just going to sell her to the Hutts anyways. Just keep her down there for four more days, and then, I will send her to Bispofa."

Cantsol said, "Good." satisfied by what he negotiated and left the office, closing the door behind him.

Wencor said to himself after he took another gulp of his drink, "I can't wait to see that bitch after what those savages do with her."

Four days later, Catlula was still getting boned by one of the prisoners. The wetness of cum, sweat, urine, and some blood covered her smooth blue skin. Bruises brought a purple color to her skin, and each one of them held a memory of pain. The twi'lek's tired green eyes pleaded for death as her will to speak had left long ago. Everyone in the cell had had their way with her at least once, some had her as many as ten times. Hunger filled her mind and hurt her stomach. The men's fluids had been the only liquid she had consumed in the cell. Every night she had someone on top of her and inside her, never having a moment of peace. The twi'lek felt weak and hopeless, not seeing a way out of this torture.

Suddenly, Catlula saw Wencor and two stormtroopers approach the bars of the cell. The general smiled when he saw the twi'lek getting shagged by the prisoner, as he thrust himself in and out of the twi'lek's genitals. Catlula looked at her commander with a weak and tired expression. She looked like a living corpse.

Wencor ordered to he soldiers, "Get the tail-head out of that cell and bring her to me."

The stormtroopers nodded and proceeded to open the cage door. One of the soldiers threw the prisoner off Catlula and pulled the twi'lek up from the floor. Then, they walked her weak self back to the general. She could not support her body on her legs, so the troops had to hold her up and support her by her armpits.

Wencor observed the twi'lek and saw that she was covered head to toe in bruises and cuts. Catlula's vagina and ass dripped with cum from very recent assaults, and her head hung in exhaustion. The general held the girl's chin up and forced her mouth open to see cum in there as well.

Wencor told his troops, "She does not look good in this condition, and she reeks of an awful odor. Put her in a bacta tank for an hour."

The stormtroopers nodded and carried the twi'lek away to the medical bay. When General Wencor entered the bay a few minutes later, he saw the naked twi'lek sedated under the thick bacta liquid with a breathing device in her mouth. Her breasts floated in the liquid, and her clit was exposed for all to see. The general sat and watch the twi'lek for the rest of the hour until she had healed.

Eventually, the medics took Catlula out of the tank and removed the breathing device waking her up. She was still exhausted, but her body had healed.

After the twi'lek reached the ground, Wencor said, "Dress her in her bra and a loincloth, then give her her gun, and send her on a shuttle to Bispofa."

The medics said, "Yes, sir.", and one of them left the bay to grab the clothing.

When the medic returned, he held the bra she had wore before she was stripped, loincloth from a captured twi'lek slave, and her sniper rifle. After the man gave Catlula the clothing, she looked at Wencor, who stood with his arms crossed, and put the slutty clothes on. The loincloth fit well, but she hated how it covered little of her body. Then, she grabbed the rifle. The twi'lek felt the urge to shoot the general, but she decided against it, choosing to live.

Then, the medics escorted Catlula to the shuttle. Her legs were no longer as sore, but she was tired enough that she had to walk slowly through the halls.

When the Imperials reached the hangar, they threw the twi'lek into the ship and closed the door. After a few minutes, the shuttle launched off into the sky, taking Catlula with it.