Eventually, Catlula's mind returned to some level of function once she got used to her constant orgasms. She still felt the objects penetrating her mouth, genitals, and ass, but the feelings no longer suffocated her mind.
Catlula thought, "How is one of these Jedi still alive? I thought the inquisitor killed all of them. Will the Empire remember me, or do they think I am dead? Am I even worthy of being an Imperial anymore? I lost control of my body. I allowed myself to get raped, but I am stuck in eternal violation. Also, I have this stinging feeling that I want more of it, that it is pleasurable. I try to hold in my moans, but I can't stop them from coming out. This liquid must be causing me to feel this way, but I can do nothing to stop it. I hate it, but I also love it. I feel like I am being nothing more than a disgusting whore."
Then, she let out a loud moan, unable to hold back the pleasure she felt. The aphrodisiac liquid squirted out of her pussy and ass through the small crevices between the infiltrating objects and her skin. Catlula felt the fluid flood her womb, mouth, and rectum and worried that it would eventually be fatal for her. She felt the liquid weigh her reproductive organs down.
Suddenly, the door opened, and she could see light for the first time in what felt like forever. Then, she saw Kurtnic walk in with a rope with two loops.
The former Jedi said, holding up the rope, "I have this new accessory for you."
Catlula looked at the rope, nervous about what it could be, but that fear was quickly overcome by her sudden desire for the man. The only thing that stopped her from begging for him to fuck her was the tentacle in her throat.
Kurtnic focused on the twi'lek's voluptuous tits, with their nipples hanging down, and walked up to the girl. He kneeled, putting the loops around her breasts and tying them tight. Catlula's boobs gained a purple hue, and the Imperial sniper felt uncomfortable with the tightness and the lack of blood circulation. Her breasts now looked like large balloons attached to her chest, and the centers of mass were closer to her nipples. Tears rolled down Catlula's face as he put the rope around her tits, but her mind still flooded with lust and desire.
Once Kurtnic finished the bondage, he said, "That's not coming off." Then, he stood back up and cupped his hand on one of her bound breasts, saying, "Also, don't worry about the liquid. If it fills you, it has enough nutrients to satisfy your digestive system and will stimulate your heart and lungs when it reaches your upper body. You will feel uncomfortable and malnourished, but you will not die as long as you are here," Next, he pulled a syringe out of his pocket and said, "And I am sure you will find your situation worse when you come back."
The smuggler stabbed the syringe into her shoulder and pushed the contents into her veins. Catlula quickly felt lightheaded as the chemicals flowed throughout her body until they knocked her out, and everything went black. Kurtnic saw the girl's head drop as she went unconscious and smiled. Then, he left the room and closed the door behind him, leaving the girl's body in complete darkness.
When Catlula opened her eyes, she looked around and saw a flat white landscape with an empty light-blue sky. Then, she looked down and saw her uniform provide her safety. She no longer felt the pain and desire of the rape machine or the tightness of the bondage rope. She finally felt like herself again.
Suddenly, she saw a dark silhouette of a man with white angelic wings. The figure shot dark bolts at her, but the twi'lek quickly avoided them and found a rifle on the floor. Catlula hastily grabbed the blaster and shot the flying silhouette, killing it and knocking it to the ground. Once she heard the thud, she felt a similar pair of wings grow on her body that quickly sent her into flight.
The twi'lek kept the rifle in her hands as the wings carried her. As she flew further into the sky, she saw what seemed to be a black speck above her. As she got higher, she saw that it was a platform. Catlula felt determined to reach that platform and see what was up there.
When the girl reached the top and landed on the platform, she saw all the gold and riches she could ever wish for. She walked around and bathed in the glorious landscape around her. The riches also had a rich, pleasant aroma that she grew fond of. She laid down on a pile of gold coins and let the wealth cover her body as she sunk in.
Catlula thought, "I could be here forever. I never want this to end. I have never felt better than I feel right now. This is everything I could have ever wanted."
As the twi'lek continued to bask in the glory around her, she felt the wealth fade away, and an ugly odor slowly replaced the pleasant aroma. Catlula quickly stood up from her position and flew off again with her angelic wings.
Eventually, she found refuge in a barren brown platform with some wealth and glory but not nearly as much as the former platform did. Catlula was not happy with the downgrade, but she sighed in relief that she was safe.
Suddenly, she saw a black color cover the landscape around her and felt the odor penetrate her nostrils again. Before Catlula could think about flying off, the darkness reached her feet and moved up her legs. Catlula screamed as the hue covered her body. Then, everything went black.
When Catlula woke up again, she saw that she was naked in an ominous orange room. Blood seemed to stain the walls, causing the twi'lek to shake in fear. She also saw a mirror next to her, so she could see her pathetic, naked self. Then, she looked forward and saw disgusting versions of many people from her past. She saw General Ackerson wearing his officer uniform. His skin had a rotting green hue to it as some flaked off, showing some of his skull and bones. Then, she saw Felucia with a bra and panties on. Her skin had its peach color and flowing blonde hair, but her eyes were a bloodshot red, and a quarter of her face was missing, revealing some of her skull. Finally, she saw the purple twi'lek slave girl. She wore no clothes and had her curvaceous purple body exposed. She had large gashes on her wrists, elbows, shoulders, ankles, knees, hips, and neck.
The three souls rapidly rushed at Catlula as she looked at the mirror beside her, afraid of what was coming for her. Then, the three fatalities jumped on the blue-skinned girl, and she quickly decayed as they touched her. She saw her skin fade and revealed her muscles as her skinless breasts rolled off her chest onto the ground. Next, her head fell off her neck, and she saw her face decay in the mirror, leaving only her skull behind. Finally, everything went black.
When Catlula woke up, she was surrounded by darkness again as she felt tentacles penetrate her mouth and vagina again with a pipe in her ass. The twi'lek felt the fluid flood more of her intestines and bladder as some of the viscous green liquid leaked out of her and onto the tentacles, pipe, or floor. Pleasure controlled her mind again to the point that she could not think clearly. Her thoughts shifted from a desire for the pipe and tentacles to go deeper and thrust harder to a desire for this torture to end. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she moaned.
She no longer felt like a soldier. She felt felt like a whore.