Chapter 3 The Last to Fall

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Denkra was in a pillory, bent at the waist, her hands and head locked into a metal frame. Her ankles had metal restraints on them, complete with chains from the ankle restraints to embedded bolts in the ground. Denkra had been like this for several days now, staked out in the middle of the nightbrothers fortress. But this was not her only humiliation she was force to suffer, she was also forced to watch every day as her fellow witches were marched by. Each day they looked less and less like the fierce witches they once were and more like the slaves they now are. Many had already broken.

They meekly followed their new masters through the fortress on leashes, their chains clanking along the ground as they did so. Denkra couldn't fault them. If their experience had been anything like what she had already gone through, she knew they wouldn't be able to last. Her strength and magic would never return thanks to those beasts that wander the fortress, and saps her of her powers, she would spot them wandering around in the trees or simply on the shoulders of the traitorous night-brothers.

It seems Veng was able to gather more of the night-brothers to his banner; they now treat her sisters like common whores, as she was forced to hear their cries of passion and pain as they force themselves on them.

Her sisters were not the only ones suffering this humiliation; Veng had begun attacking other clans, each battle bringing in more and more witches. Their tormentors were quick to begin abusing them.

Her mind, heart and soul were taking a beating. Sometimes very literally. Every day, sometimes more than once, Veng would arrive with a whip and his cock. The braided leather of the whip was painful, perhaps the most painful thing she had ever experienced, and with each lash she could feel herself crying inwardly. But she had not yet shown anything outwardly. Even that, though, she knew, was going to be broken soon. When he knew she was close to passing out from the pain, he would enter her from behind. His large cock was hard and ready to go from the sheer pleasure of whipping her.

He would take her from behind, forcing her to moan and cry through the air of the fortress center. Those traitors would stand and watch. Yelling cruel and inhumane things to her. Her fellow enslaved witches tried to avert their eyes but their masters forced them to watch their princess's and fellow witch torment.

"You know how to stop this slave?" Veng announced his arrival behind her almost the same way every time, with a condescending attitude and a smile in his tone that Denkra didn't need to see to know it was him.

Denkra was tired and the thought of another whipping session and being fucked by her traitorous night-brother again made her feel a million miles away. She just wanted it to be over, and she knew how to stop it.

"Just say the words, slave, complete the ritual and I'll unlock you and take you from here." Veng reminded her as she thought about it herself.

The ritual was simple enough, Denkra thought. All she had to say were a few simple words and it would all be over. But while there were just words to most, to Denkra and the witches, words had meaning. To invoke them meant to obey them. The words Veng wanted were simple to say, easy even but they would break her as surely as they had broken her fellow witches.

To simply say 'I submit to you, my Master' sounded easy enough but the magical ritual was of ancient Dathomirian magic that would bind the one who spoke the words to the recipient of the ritual. Bound in more ways than one could imagine.

Magical enchantments would prevent her from doing any harm to the owner of the recipient. It also meant she couldn't say no to him. She would be his in all ways.

Denkra looked down at the ground and sighed. The dark shadow that was Veng made her feel small, reminding her of her new place in the world. Her pussy and her entire body still hurt from the previous sessions. Around them, the appearance of Veng and his whip had started to garner a crowd again. The traitors loved seeing her in pain. They also loved watching the witches watch their princess get tortured. Denkra looked around and saw a familiar face.

Naija stood next to her new master, a large night-brother. His horns were long and sharp. He kept her on a tight leash, although there was no need. The large green magic brand that now adorned Naija's pubic region signaled the completion of the ritual.

Her sister tried to look away but she could not. Once told to look, she could not disobey. Naija had only just finished the ritual earlier that day. By Denkra's reckoning, she was perhaps the last witch of her former clan.

Almost all around her, she saw her friends and family. Pa'lana too was chained and branded. Freda, the strong and capable warrior, was branded and kneeling next to her master. How long had they been occupied? Denkra mused that it couldn't be more than a couple of weeks now but these traitors were vicious creatures with a talent for breaking women to their desires. Which only grew as they continued to assault her people.

"Your answer, slave," Veng interrupted her thoughts.

Denkra could not see him, nor could she move her head to take him in if she tried. Weary and completely at his mercy, Denkra couldn't help but let a tear escape her eyes. For the first time, a tear ran down her cheek, falling to the ground in front of these traitors and her sisters. She felt the anguish of some of the witches who saw and even heard a cry or two from others at the act. Denkra mustered herself, refusing to let the tears speak for her.

"Do what you wish, Veng, I will not be your slave today." Denkra finally replied, with as much venom in her words as she could muster.

Veng's answer was a mean, cruel chuckle, full of dark promises. He walked to the side of her and let her see the whip unfurled before her. She had felt the thick leather braids and bulbs on her body for days now. Another tear escaped her eyelids at the sight but she refused to speak.

Before the tear even hit the ground, the whip was moved from her vision. Denkra tried to brace herself but the tears made her feel weak. The whip cracked behind her and the first lash of the session landed on her already red, raw and cut ass.

Almost biting her tongue off to keep herself from crying out as the pain spread through her body. Squirmed in the pillory, trying somehow to avoid the next crack of the whip. There was never a chance of it, though. It landed on the upper portion of her ass, lacing almost all around, from her hips to her pubic region. There was no end as the bulbs dug into her, causing her to yelp through clenched teeth. This was a victory again for Veng.

The first little hint of her breaking spirit, Denkra knew it. They all knew it but she could do nothing to stop it. The third lash landed in the middle of her back and racked down to her exposed asshole. A barb about halfway down the whip slapped against her unintentionally puckered asshole. Denkra couldn't help it then. The pain on such an intimate and vulnerable spot after so many hits over so many months.

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!" She cried out.

The cheers from the traitors were so mighty and so loud at her own humiliation that Denkra's next scream was drowned out again. The lash, this time across her thighs. The dam was broken now. With each lash, Denkra screamed out. Her fellow witches looked at her with pity and knowing faces.

She could feel the dark form of Veng coming towards her. She could hear the whip as it dragged along the metal floor of the fortress center square.

"Good slave, cry for me." Veng's dark glove hands reached under her. Almost large enough, they could cover her ample breasts in each hand and mangle them. This too was a favourite thing of his. He squashed and crushed her breasts with such vigor and force that Denkra once thought he was tearing them from her body. He did so now with the same strength and vigor. Denkra's cries now could not be stopped. She cried out.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"That's right, slave. Beg me to stop," Veng demanded. His face bent down and looked at her. Denkra's eyes were now full of tears but she could make out the sneer and the smile on his lips.

Denkra refused to beg. Veng snickered and moved back behind her. The dragging of the whip on the metal floor made Debkra cringe.

Another strike across her butt, this time swung right across. Thankfully, her butt was so round and, because of her position, the whip barely touched her pussy. Denkra breathed a sigh for a moment. That didn't help, however. Veng wasn't in a kind mood. Three more quick lashes across her thighs, upper buttocks, and back had her crying out and slumped in her bonds. Now she was too ashamed to raise her head to see the other Night brothers and the enslaved witches forced to watch. Her tears ran freely. The pain racked her body such that when she felt the touch of Veng's hand on her butt, she cried out in pain once more.

"I'll make you feel all better, slave," Veng laughed from behind her, moving his hands on her ass as he used them to part.

Denkra had felt it before, but it never ceased to amaze her. His cock replaced his hands on her ass. He loved to make himself even harder by rubbing his cock against her ass. Her ass was so damaged that with each rub he did on her ass, she felt like she had received another lash from the whipping. The crying was free now and flowing like a giant waterfall. Denkra couldn't help it.

"If you beg for my cock, I won't whip you again." Veng didn't exactly whisper into her ear but he said it softly to her.

Denkra was so consumed by the pain in her ass that she couldn't think of ever getting a better offer on anything in her life before. She nodded her head as vigorously as she could to accept the deal.

"Say it, slave. Beg for my cock. Ask your Master Veng to fuck you like the slave you are," Veng demanded of her.

Denkra's mind was full of pain and fear, she had never experienced anything like it in her life. It made her feel small and insignificant to the point that words meant nothing but his promise not to whip her.

"Please, Master Veng, fuck me like the slave I am." Denkra called out. There were some gasps, and through her tear-filled eyes, Denkra could make out the looks on her fellow witches. At the moment, she didn't care. She couldn't take another lash and who were they to judge? They had given in already. She wasn't signing the contract and agreeing to be his slave. She was just trying to avoid being whipped again. "Yes that was it,"

Venga smacked her ass in triumph. Moving behind her to the sounds of her anguished squeal from the smack, his cock was rock hard again as he rubbed it against her ass. His hands opened up her ass and presented her pussy towards him. Denkra couldn't feel anything there until the head of his cock brushed against her sex. Despite herself, she actually cooed at the thought of pleasure instead of the pain she had been receiving.

Veng was not a careful or loving lover. He liked to ram his cock into her pretty much as soon as the head of his cock touched the lips of her pussy. This time was no different. His cock thrust into her without so much as a moment passing. The head to the base of his cock, all 8 inches of the Night brother's cock buried into her. Veng seemed to revel in it. His thrusts increased in speed and power. The difference this time was Denkra's tears could no longer be stopped, nor could her mouth be stopped from screaming.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" She called out in pain and, despite it all, in pleasure.

"That's right, Princess. Cry out for me. Tell the whole world what a whore you are," Veng roared behind her.

Denkra refused to say anything, but her body would not cooperate. Her cries became screams, and then, to her shame, they became moans.

"MMMMMMMMM!"

"Yes slave, give into it!!" Veng roared again as he thrust into her.

"Please no more!" Denkra cried out.

"Submit slave!" Veng commanded.

Denkra wanted to. That was the shameful truth. If it would get her out of the pillory, away from being displayed, she wanted to do it but her pride was not yet broken enough. She cried out and shook her head no as strongly as she could, which seemed to enrage Veng.

"No," Denkra barely managed to whisper. Though Veng heard it, he continued to pound her pussy.

"You will soon wish you hadn't," Veng laughed as he continued to fuck her in the pillory while all the others watched.

.000.

Location: Vodilux Star Cluster, G'aav'aar'oon Asteroid

Thrak smiled as he made his way through his new base of operations, which was once a Jedi fortress that had been used by the Jedi during the Clone Wars. However, it suffered heavy damage during the war and was abandoned by the Jedi.

Not long after a group of Gamorrean female nuns discovered the asteroid and an abandoned base, they quickly turned the asteroid into a place of healing and serenity for people in need.

He laughed at that as in a few short days, his men had successfully assaulted and captured the base. His men quickly began turning the base back into the fortress it once was, new armaments, shield generators, docks for most freighters' and larger types of ships, and more hanger space for starfighters. Soon his fortress will be finished, and he will have a permanent home base. He also thought about setting up several defensive space stations like Diamond Boron Missile Satellites, Plasma Defense Satellites, along with Orbital long-range scanners. With these defense systems, he soon plans to begin settting up mining operations throughout the space in this area and hopefully have them spread out to any nearby planets.

It was as he was thinking about new designs to add to his base that he stopped, he heard a moan. Turning his head to look, he noticed it was coming from one of the closed doors. It didn't take him long to realize what the sound meant.

The former caretakes of the asteroid were earning there keep. From what he was told the Nuns didn't put up any fight as his men strom the asteroid, and those that did, were quickly taken care of by stun blast.

The nuns were now being used to pleasure his men; their moans rang throughout the corridor as he smiled again. He then turned to his right and spotted Eleni, who wore a simple two-piece bikini, her body on full display.

"Let's go, the meeting will start soon," he said to Eleni as the Twi'lek nodded and quickly followed him.

.000.

The room that once housed the Nuns' group prayers, was quickly turned into his meeting room. It would most likely change in the coming months. But for now, it would be their room to discuss his future plans. He currently sat at the head of a long table, to his left is the Admiral of his fleet, Jarvik Blackthorn; to his right is the General of his ground forces: Able, an old clone trooper. He discovered the clone on a world left by the old Republic, he was told what had happened to the Republic and to the Jedi, as well as of the New Order. He was left in his room for a few days but afterwards, when he left his room, he quickly decided to join up with Thrak, even though he knew what Thrak was, he still decided to join him. It didn't take him long to find that old clone was quite good at leading ground forces; his troops training quickly expanded into several new fields. But at the moment, he needed to focus on the meeting.

Able turned his gaze from him to Thrak. "Sir, we have secured the fortress; I've already sent men deeper into the base, and what they are discovering could prove useful to us." He said as he took out a data pad and handed it to him.

Taking it, he looks through it, and slowly his eyebrows begins to rise. Turning to Able, he gives him a look of surprise. "Are you sure they're still in the dockyards?" he asked, as Able nodded.

"Yes sir, my men are closing in on its location and soon will know if it's still operational." said Able, as Thrak smiles.

"Good, if these ships are still in the docks and operational, then we could vastly expand the fleet." He said, turning to Jarvik. "Well Admiral, looks like you're going to be busy for a few days as you have your men train and retrofit these new additions to the fleet."

Handing, he handed the pad to Jarvik.

"Yes, I can see these ships will be a fine addition to the fleet. We really needed a heavy hitter and these modified Invincible-classes would be just what we need."

"Good, well... that's all for now," he said as both men gave him looks, Jarvik was one of jealousy, while Able is one of disgust, but both nodded and left. Once the door closes as they leave Thrak quickly throws back his head as his eyes rolled, he had to hold onto the table as he let out a large moan, after a few moments, post-nut clearly finely hits, he looks down between his legs to see his green skin Vixen, with his dick in her hands and her plump lips open as she showed him his seed was in her mouth, she then quickly swallowed his cum as she made sure to clean his cock before putting his pants back on.

He gave Eleni a pat between her lekku as she brushed her face in his hand, causing her to moan with pleasure. "Truly, you are one of a kind," he said as she smiled at him. Her mind had long since been gone, as she no longer knew who she was and just accepted her new life.

End of Chapter 3

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