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Background Story
The Cell A (Non-Cannon) Star Wars Story
Written by @SecondSister
Two storm troopers walked in unison, shoulder to shoulder down the lit hallway of an Imperial cruiser. The hustle and bustle of the cacophony of bodies moving was strangely soothing as the mass of Storm Troopers all moved with precise, practiced motions in chaotic synchronization. A majority of the troopers were no longer clones of the Fett template, having now resorted to recruitment from the human populations within the Empire. Still, behind their masks they were no longer individuals. For a brief moment, though, one trooper broke from his usual route and took a turn, his partner quickly pivoting to follow at the last moment, still managing to stick to his shoulder. They entered an elevator and turned to face outward as the doors quickly closed. On each of their persons was a small stamp of their designation. One of the pair, with the designation HL-6900 stamped on them, punched in their route and they silently waited to reach their destination.
The other's designation was EF-1337. He counted the beeps as the elevator progressed. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.... He turned his head when there was an unusual 16th beep he was not accustomed to hearing. "Uh, 69, where are we going?", EF-1337 asked with a hint of worry.
HL-6900, or 69, as his friends called him, cocked his head and simply responded, "You'll see." Beep. Beep. Beep... "Uh, listen, I've only been on this cruiser for a week, straight out of training for a month, and I already know that doing anything out of regulation gets troopers like us thrown out of the nearest air lock. So, again, if we're not headed back to the armory, where are we going?"
"Relax, Eff, there's something you gotta see. I found out about it when I was exploring."
EF-1337, also known as EF-1337, as he insists on being called by everyone but one person, much to his annoyance, shrugged his shoulders and let out an exaggerated sigh that suggested he was used to being worried by 69. "Why do you explore? Why would anyone explore an Imperial cruiser. Especially this one! Moff Talsion literally killed a man last week just for giving him cold coffee. We're in space. You leave coffee alone around anywhere here and it gets cold in 3 minutes!"
Beep. Beep....BEEP! "YOU HAVE ARRIVED AT YOUR DESTINATION: CELL BLOCK Z" The intercom rang loud and clear and Eff jumped at the abruptness of it, already off balance in his small life by their unplanned detour.
“The cell block? I've never been here before.” Eff cautiously peered out from the lift and scanned the area. The lighting was dim and the environmental controls were surprisingly more comfortable than the rest of the cruiser. There were three long hallways with cells lined on either side.
“So, what's so exciting about this place?”
“Why, the VIP of course.” As 69 responded there was a loud, guttural sound that was almost inhuman but at the same time was oddly alluring. At first, they didn't notice the sounds but they were there, barely audible, but at a constant rhythm.
“What is that? 69, what did you mean by VIP?”
“Come on, I'll show you,” he said. Eff pictured he had a smirk on under his mask while he said it. 69 led the way down one of the halls and as they approached the end of the corridor the sounds were more prominent. There was a faint red glow emanating from one of the cells view ports at the far end. As they approached the noise sounded almost like...
“What the hell?!”
“Eff, meet our infamous Second Sister!”
Within the cell was the Inquisitor known as the Second Sister. She was stripped to nothing, restrained, and was being assaulted relentlessly by what Eff could only imagine were torture droids repurposed for a new sadism. Her face was twisted in ecstasy and she whimpered and panted to the thrusts of the machine tendrils that coiled inside her.
“W-w-w-hat is that?”
69 shrugged at the question. “Punishment or training. Who the hell knows with these Sith. I found her like this last week.”
“Last week? You mean to tell me she's been like this for a week?” Eff's helmet clanged against the glass as he tried to get closer to get a better look.
The inquisitor couldn't see them as her body was contorted and lifted into the air by some devices. Everything in the room looked like a deviants paradise, with there being multiple droids on standby that Eff recognized but they had been outfitted with erotic sexual torture devices.
“Ah, ah, ah, Ohhhhhhhhhh!” The Inquistor, Trilla Suduri was a slave to the machinations forced upon her. She only writhed in a futile attempt to manage the waves of orgasms that hit her as the machines ruthlessly assaulted her delicate parts.
“Grab chair Eff. As far as I know, this show never ends.”
“Master, please! Mercy!” She screamed but to no avail as the pistons and soft, rubbery tentacles that protruded from the wall did not falter or slow down. With artificial precision, he clit was picked at and micro shocks were administered at intervals. Her breasts were sucked and played with yet another tendril coming in and out of her ass. Her body was contorted in different positions periodically to accomodate the newest torture.
In a galaxy far, far away, in the cold of space on an Imperial cruiser, Trilla Suduri knew only the pleasurable hell of her cell. She was once a proud Inquisitor, a powerful warrior of the dark side of the force. Now, she was only a forgotten prisoner in a forgotten cell, left to the devices of machines with one directive: torture her with no end.
