Sith Lost Ch 11

Miley woke in a puddle of her own drool as the lights in the dungeon suddenly blazed to life. She twisted in her cage, her wrists still bound, the spreader bar still holding her legs open, and saw Orllah striding towards her. The Sith was wearing her usual attire; a cropped top that exposed the underside of her scarlet boobs and her toned midriff. A pair of tight, black shorts and knee high sandals. Leather gloves, the one on her saber hand short and fingerless, the other reaching just below her elbow, and a short sleeved black robe. She unlocked the cage and gestured to Miley.

"Out," she ordered.

Miley did as instructed, crawling from the cage on stiff limbs to kneel before her mistress. Orllah crouched in front of her. Removing the shackles from her wrists, the bar from her ankles and finally the ring gag from her mouth.

"Clean yourself up," Orllah commanded. "There are clothes in the bathroom."

"Yes, Mistress," Miley said, her voice small.

She stood slowly, her long dress thankfully helping to hide her shaking legs, and walked towards the open door to the dungeon. The bathroom was at the other end of the hall and it was only when she was out of sight of her mistress that she allowed her hands to travel to her sore wrists and her jaw to work itself loose from where she had been gagged all night. She knew that she was still in trouble from the previous night. First she had shouted at the Duke in front of the entire Assembly and then she had orgasmed when Orllah had told her not to... Twice.

She swallowed nervously as she walked up to the sink and braced herself against it, breathing slowly as she looked up at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a mess and there were streaks of make-up down her cheeks from where she had cried last night. It had been a long time since she had slept in that cage. A long time since she had disappointed Orllah enough to leave her alone in the cold and dark like that and she was determined to make up for it today.

She pulled her dress off, letting it tumbled to the floor at her feet, and hurried to the toilet before stepping into the shower. The warm water was soothing against the welts on her tits and ass left over from the flogging she had received last night and she spent several long minutes simply standing under the water, watching it run over her body and splash to the floor. Once she had washed and dried herself she settled in front of the mirror to re-apply her makeup. Orllah hadn't given her a time period to return by and the fact that all of her usual things were laid out for her was a sign that she didn't have to rush. Whether it was a small mercy on her mistress' part or not, she was grateful either way and after twenty minutes or so, with her eyeliner and a subtle hint of eyeshadow applied, she was beginning to feel more like herself again.

The clothes that Orllah had left her were hardly clothes at all. Aside from a pair of black heels all that had been left for her was a pair of stockings and a black leather waspie belt. She cinched the belt around her midriff, pulling the corset-like bones to their middle setting where they felt most comfortable before rolling the stockings up her long, olive coloured legs and attaching them to the garter straps and slipping on the heels. She paused long enough to examine herself in the mirror, smiling at the flash of her gold collar against her now silky-smooth blue hair and at the way the garter straps pulled tight over the cheeks of her ass, before stepping out of the bathroom and walking with a 'click-click' of her heels back to the dungeon.

Orllah was sat crosslegged in the middle of the room when she returned. The Sith's eyes were closed and her palms were resting on her knees. Miley hesitated before approaching her mistress, not wanting to disturb her meditation. She settled herself into her standard position in front of her; on her knees with her palms face up in her lap, and waited.

"Can you feel it?" Orllah asked after several long minutes of silence.

Miley swallowed and shook her head. "No, Mistress," she said softly.

Orllah did not open her eyes but raised a hand, her fingers half bent like a claw, and lightning leapt from their tips to envelop Miley. She gasped at the sensation but it wasn't painful as the jolts Orllah had dealt her the previous night had been. The electricity tingled as it surrounded her, playing across her bare skin and through her hair and that was when she could feel it. Orllah had spoken often about the Force and Miley had seen what she could do with her mystical powers but she had never understood it. Here, like this, she could feel it. A great cosmic power that existed beyond the plains of her reality. A power that could swallow her whole or lift her up to greatness. She breathed in, feeling Orllah's heart beat as she shared her power with her and suddenly the Sith was in front of her, her hand in her hair as she pulled her in and kissed her firmly on the lips, her tongue pushing into her mouth as she held her close and wrapped her in her strength.

Miley sighed as Orllah pulled away, the otherworldly sensation of the Force fading as the Sith withdrew the crackling bolts of lightning. She realised she was trembling, her nipples already hard and her pussy warm. She watched Orllah stand and turn away, the sway of her hips visible even through the folds of her robe, and clenched her teeth.

No, she thought angrily. Keep it together.

"The members of the Assembly depart today," Orllah said as she stepped up to one of the racks of chains and toys that lined the walls of the room. "They leave in an hour. You will be at my side to bid them farewell."

"Yes, Mistress," Miley said softly. The thought of seeing the Duke again rankled her, but she would do as she was told.

"I had planned on you standing beside me. But given last night's outburst, kneeling will have to do."

Miley nodded. "Yes, Mistress."

Orllah held her gaze for several minutes before nodding in satisfaction. She turned to the wall, running her fingers over toys one after the other before returning an unhooking several from the wall. She walked back to Miley slowly, her hips swaying with every click of her heeled sandals, and stopped in front of her, staring down at her with a small smile on her lips.

"Open," she said.

Miley licked her lips before opening her mouth to receive the ball gag that Orllah held out. She pushed it into her mouth, looping the straps behind her head and pulling them tight. Gags were Orllah's favourite kind of toy, Miley knew, and she loved wearing them as well. Her jaw was still sore from wearing the ring gag all night however, and as Orllah fastened the straps she couldn't help but wince slightly, not that the Sith seemed to care either way.

Next Orllah held up a pair of gold clamps linked by a thin chain. Miley bit down hard on the gag as she allowed the Sith to attach them to her nipples, the rubber stoppers setting a fire in her tits as they pinched down on her nipples one after the other.

"Bend over," Orllah commanded as she held up the final toy.

It was a butt plug, the metal plug gold in colour with a large head and a jewelled end. Miley did as instructed, pressing her cheek to the floor and pushing her ass into the air, reaching behind her with her hands to spread her butt cheeks. She waited as Orllah stepped behind her, gasping as she felt cold lube squirt onto her ass followed shortly by the press of the metal plug against her skin. Orllah inserted the plug slowly, pushing gently on the head as its stretched Miley's asshole. She moaned into her gag, her nails biting into the flesh of her ass as she held her cheeks open. It seemed to take forever, every millimetre sending a tingling feeling through her ass until she felt Orllah pull her hand away as her ass closed on the head of the plug and the neck slid easily inside her so that the jewelled top pressed against her skin.

Orllah was admiring her ass, her hands moving to caress her cheeks before slipping down to graze her pussy. Miley whimpered, balling her fists and biting down on the gag. She could feel that her thighs were wet so god knows how wet her pussy must have been.

"Tssk," Orllah tutted, holding out her fingers so that Miley could see her own juices reflected in the light. "Are you that desperate?" she asked.

Miley hesitated before nodding, knowing there was no point in lying to the Sith when the evidence was so obvious.

"I suppose we have time," Orllah said after several moments.

She raised her hand towards the racks on the wall and Miley gasped as a dildo and harness flew from the wall into Orllah's waiting palm. The Sith stood, Miley craning her head round to watch as she slipped her shorts off over her sandals and fitted the harness around her waist before strapping the dildo into place. The harness, Miley noticed, had a vibrator built into it that would press against Orllah's pussy whilst she fucked her.

Orllah knelt behind Miley, resting the dildo in the cleft of her ass cheeks as she ran her nails over her thighs. Miley purred pressing her ass into Orllah's hips, wanting nothing more than for her to fuck her all day long. She winced as the Sith's hand smacked her ass, the leather of her glove stinging her skin as Orllah chuckled softly.

"If you want to cum, what do you do?" Orllah asked.

"Waift," Miley groaned around her gag.

"Good," Orllah growled. "You only cum after I do. Understand?"

"Yeph," Miley said, nodding and pushing her ass back against Orllah. Just fuck me already, she thought.

Orllah placed a hand on her ass, easing her forwards as she slid the dildo inside her pussy. Miley groaned as she felt the toy fill her up, stretching her pussy with its girth as the SIth began to thrust slowly back and forth inside of her. She pushed herself up on her palms, letting her tits and the clamps dangle in the air. Orllah reached round, her hand finding purchase on her boob as she squeezed it, the fire spreading from her nipples across her whole breast.

Miley whimpered, biting down hard on the gag as Orllah began to thrust faster and harder. The dildo driving into her over and over. Her tits bounced in time with the thrusts, the clamps pinching and stinging her nipples as they were jostled about.

"'uck," she screamed into her gag.

Suddenly the harness began to vibrate as she heard a grunt of satisfaction escape Orllah's lips as she settled into a comfortable rhythm. Fire was spreading through Miley as the Sith fucked her and she could feel the orgasm coming but she fought it back, clenching her fists so tightly that she felt sure her nails were cutting her palms. Orllah's speed increased and her hand was suddenly in her hair, wrapping around Miley's hair and dragging her head back, causing her back to arch so that every thrust of the dildo now pressed the plug harder into her ass. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her completely. Drool was dropping on long strings from the holes in her gag but she didn't care, she just bit down hard on the ball and gave herself over entirely to Orllah.

At last Orllah through back her head, her lekku swinging as she let out a gasp of joy and thrust so deeply into Miley that she couldn't hold it any longer and she screamed into her gag as she came along with her mistress. She sank forwards, her hair slipping through Orllah's fingers as she lay with her face on the floor, her pussy twitching around the dildo that was still buried inside it. After several moments, Orllah took a deep breath and slowly slid the dildo out before unfastening the harness and casting the strap-on aside. She stood and disappeared out of the door, returning several minutes later looking refreshed as if nothing had happened. She stepped into her shorts and pulled them up before retrieving a gold lead from the wall.

"That was better," she said, fastening the lead to Miley's collar and tugging her up onto her knees. "Not perfect, but better."

Miley was still struggling to catch her breath but felt a little surge of relief at Orllah's words. It had taken everything she had to not cum as soon as Orllah had shoved the dildo inside of her but she had managed it and that was all that mattered. She looked up at her mistress and caught the glint in her eyes, the glint that told her that everything was alright, that she had done well. She composed herself, settling back into her ready position as Orllah checked her holodisk.

"We should go," the Sith said, tugging on the lead. "Come on, heel!"

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The Assembly was gathered before the doors of the palace, dressed in travelling cloaks and surrounded by their entourages as usual. It was a sunny day but a sharp wind blew in from the sea, turning Miley's already erect nipples solid and causing her skin to breakout in goosebumps. She knelt at Orllah's feet, her hands on her knees and her eyes down at the floor as the Sith Empress bid farewell to the guests one after the other. Vale had been first and had been typically cheerful in his goodbye. Miley couldn't help but like the Smuggler King and she had the distinct impression that whilst Orllah rolled her eyes at his poor jokes and constant innuendos that she had warmed to him as well.

The Duke and Duchess were next to approach the Empress, both bowing stiffly before the Sith Lord. Miley stared straight ahead, biting down on her gag as she ignored the Duke's drawling voice. He glanced at her and seemed to be on the verge of saying something before clearly thinking better of it and retreating down the steps with his wife and gang of sycophants in tow.

Jeska was the last to approach and, unlike the others, she was alone. She wore a pair of tight leather pants, knee high boots and a purple crop top. A long white cloak, its hem already stained with dust, hung from her shoulders as she approached Orllah and bowed.

"It has been an honour, Empress," she said sincerely.

"The honour was mine, Jeska," Orllah replied, taking the Torgrutan's hands in her own. "I trust we will see each other soon?"

"Of course," Jeska replied, the corners of her mouth twitching into a knowing smile. "We have a war to plan after all. You shall need a spy-master."

Orllah smiled and nodded. "Safe travels home," she said. "Until we see each other again."

Jeska bowed again and made her way down the steps. As she passed Miley her fingers grazed her forehead and she winked down at her. Miley tried to smile back around her gag but it was virtually impossible. She realised she was going to miss Jeska. The Torgrutan made her laugh and brought an interesting dynamic to her and Orllah's relationship. She hoped they would see her soon.

As the three parties gathered at the bottom of the palace steps once more, they turned and offered a final bow to the Empress. Then, one by one, they began to file down the main avenue to wards the gates of the city where their convoys awaited to escort them back to their cities. Orllah and Miley watched them in silence, listening to the cheers erupting from the crowds farther down the street as the lords of the New Empire passed by. Canons fired salutes and bands played marching songs as guards stood to attention and then, just like that, they were gone, their caravans little more than specks on the horizon.

"Thank the Force for that," Orllah muttered, her shoulders visibly relaxing as Miley looked up at her.

The Sith gave her lead a gentle tug and together they turned and headed back inside the palace. Miley had been expecting them to head back down to the dungeons but was surprised when Orllah instead led her into her private study. The room was large with a fireplace on the far wall flanked by two enormous floor to ceiling glass doors that opened onto the palace's terrace. A sofa and pair of armchairs were arranged around the fire whilst in one corner a large desk faced into the room. Bookshelves lined the remaining walls, the shelves groaning under the weight of dusty tomes and artefacts.

` "In front of the fire," Orllah instructed, unhooking the lead from Miley's collar. She crossed to the desk and opened one of the draws before throwing a pair of gold cuffs across the room to land in front of Miley. "Put those on."

Miley did as instructed, attaching the cuffs to her wrists and waiting as Orllah walked around her and pulled her arms behind her back, locking the cuffs together with an audible snap. Her hands wandered over her skin, her fingers grazing her boobs and pinching her nipples, sending a flash of delightful pain through her tits that caused her to moan into her gag.

Orllah cackled softly as her hand slid down her stomach and onto Miley's pussy, her fingers pressing gently on her clit before she raised her hand and smacked her inner thigh just hard enough that it stung. With a whimper, Miley responded by opening her legs and gave a little moan of delight as the Sith produced a small vibrator from her pocket.

"Do you want this?" Orllah asked.

Miley nodded, arching her back and letting her head drop onto Orllah's shoulder. She could feel the Sith's hard nipples pressing into her back, her lekku grazing her shoulders as she leant forwards to rub her pussy. It didn't take much for Orllah to slip the vibrator inside her, the string just visible as it hung from her pussy, the egg shaped toy pressing against the plug in her ass. She moaned as Orllah kissed her shoulders then pulled away, taking up a position on the sofa facing her with her legs crossed beneath her.

"Remember," Orllah said, her tone firm. "You don't cum unless I say so."

Miley whimpered but nodded, desperate to please her mistress. She watched as Orllah closed her eyes, adopting the same meditation position that she had held in the dungeon and for several long moments nothing happened. Then she felt the vibrator begin to move inside her and she groaned into her gag as fire began to spread through her pussy. She bit down on her ball gag, her chest rising and falling as the vibrations brought her closer and closer to the edge. She looked pleadingly at her mistress but Orllah's eyes were closed, her focus on her meditation. Would she even notice if she came?

The thought had only just crossed Miley's mind when there came a knock at the door.

"Enter," Orllah said, not opening her eyes.

To Miley's surprise, the door opened to permit Jeska Na and Madame Elza into the room. The two women flowed into the study, Jeska wearing her leather pants and crop top, Elza dressed in a simple black jump suit. They settled themselves down in the study, Jeska taking a seat on the sofa next to Orllah, Elza sinking into one of the armchairs. Neither seemed particularly surprised at what they had found in the room, if anything Jeska seemed to be rather enjoying the show.

"Slave," Orllah said, a small smirk appearing on her lips. "You may cum."

Miley didn't realise how badly she had wanted to hear those words. SHe through her head back and screamed into the gag as the orgasm overtook her, the fire blossoming inside her until her whole body tensed, straining at her restraints. She slumped forwards on her knees, her shoulders and breasts heaving, the nipple clamps jingling pleasantly with every breath. The vibrator, thankfully, stopped inside her, giving her a chance to catch her breath as she looked up at her mistress, confusion mixing on her face with the ecstasy she had just felt.

Orllah opened her eyes and nodded at the two other women in the room. "Thank you both for coming," she said, before turning to Jeska. "I trust there were no problems?"

"None," Jeska replied. "My double will play her part well enough. As far as the other Lords, and most of my staff for that matter, know, I'm on my way home."

"Excellent," Orllah said. She turned to Miley now and said, "I spoke to Madame Elza. She told me what she told you. If Sophie is alive then we will find her."