Kai looked up as the door of his cell creaked open, his eyes lighting up as he saw Sophie standing in the doorway. She was wearing the same harness that he had always seen her in, the leather straps criss-crossing her pale skin, along with a pair of knee high boots and fingerless gloves. He shoulder length blonde hair hung loosely either side of her face, her crimson warpaint shining from a recent application. In her hands she held a length of rope and what appeared to be a collar of some kind.
"Get up," she ordered.
Kai stood slowly, feeling Sophie's eyes traverse his naked body.
"Against the wall, Jedi."
He did as she commanded, turning and placing his forehead against the cool stone wall. He swallowed as she came close, the click of her heels echoing in the tight confines of the cell, and felt her pull his arms behind his back and bind his wrists tightly together. She then slipped the collar around his neck and pulled the straps tight.
"We're going for a walk," she whispered in his ear. "And before you get any ideas of escaping, let me show you what this does."
Kai yelped as the collar around his neck discharged a shock of electricity through his body, his wrists straining against the rope that held them behind his back.
"See?" Sophie smirked. "No getting away from me, Jedi."
Kai groaned, turning to face her. "What do you want from me?"
A flash of annoyance crossed her face. "What I want is for you to tell me who sent you here."
"I told you," Kai groaned. "I wasn't sent here. My ship crashed. I was wandering the wastes before I collapsed which is when you must've found me!"
She held his desperate gaze for several moments and he wandered if she was maybe starting to believe he was telling the truth. It had been three days since he'd woken up in the cell and every day she had come at least twice and asked him the same questions over and over again. She'd fucked him, she'd hurt him and she'd fucked him some more but his answers had been the same every time.
In truth he didn't mind their little sessions. She was, after all, incredibly attractive and Kai had quickly forgotten a very specific part of his Jedi vows. Even now as she beckoned for him to follow her out of the cell he could feel his dick hardening in anticipation of whatever she had planned.
"We are getting ready to move camp," she explained. "We do not stay in one place for long."
"We?" Kai asked uncertainly as he followed her down a long corridor lit only by grates in the ceiling through which daylight shone.
She glanced over her shoulder, her large green eyes sparkling as she passed beneath a shaft of light. "We are the Nomads," she explained. "The true inheritors of the new Kintoone."
Kai didn't know what she meant by that, but he had come across plenty of people consumed by idealism in his short time as a Jedi to know one when he saw one. Whatever these Nomads thought they were, he doubted it was a simple as they made it seem.
They approached a set of double doors, their hinges rusted and a thick layer of dust coating the frame. Beyond the doors Kai could hear voices. People shouting and laughing, animals snorting and tools whirring. He looked at Sophie but before he could ask she threw open the doors and stepped outside.
Kai blinked in the sudden daylight, his eyes stinging as they adjusted to the brightness. They were on the edge of a camp bustling with activity. People called to one another as they passed, some breaking down tents, others gathering up supplies to load on the banthas that stood lazily in the sunshine. To Kai's shock they were all naked, or at most wearing some kind of leather harness and boots as Sophie was, and as Kai looked around he saw at least half a dozen couples fucking in broad daylight.
Sophie laughed, presumably at the shocked expression on Kai's face. "Welcome to the camp," she said. "Come on."
She led him through the camp, past rows of tents, makeshift pens where smaller beasts were being corralled by naked shepherds and smithies where naked men and women worked dangerously close to forge fires. Wherever he looked there was a pair of tits or someone's dick in his eye line and, for whatever reason, no one seemed to be batting an eyelid.
