Author's Note: All characters in this story are 18 or older. This is fan fiction based on the X-Wing novels by Michael A Stackpole. It would help if you have read Rogue Squadron, and Wedge's Gamble in that series. However reading these are not required as I have provided some background information. This story is meant to take place during Corran's imprisonment during The Krytos Trap which would add additional material. The X-Wing Series is part of what's known as the expanded universe in Star Wars. It is no longer canon as Disney set aside the expanded universe as non canon after they acquired the franchise.
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In his dreams Corran remembered flying. The feel of his X-Wing gliding through turns among the stars. His companion Whistler along for the ride.
The stars exploded flooding his eyes with blinding light.
With a jolt Corran tried to bring his hands up to cover his eyes. But his arms remained shackled behind his back on the cot as he lay on his side. Dreading what was coming, he pulled his knees up to his chest to at least partially conceal his naked body.
After several minutes he began to wonder if anyone was coming in, or if they were playing more mind games with him.
Days ago Corran had participated in the liberation of Coruscant. Along with the other members of Rogue Squadron. They had been successful in bringing down the planetary shields allowing the Alliance fleet to invade the Imperial Capital. But something had gone horribly wrong. The controls of his Z95 Headhunter had been overridden. He had lost control and fell unconscious. When he came to, he found himself captured by the Empire.
And at the mercy of perhaps the most cruel woman in the universe.
Ysanne Isard, the director of Imperial Intelligence. With the death of the Emperor at Endor, the Empire had fragmented. A series of warlords had arisen, each claiming a chunk of the Imperial fleet as well as sectors of Imperial space. Isard had tried to hold the empire together. She claimed Coruscant as well as the home defense fleet, but that wasn't enough to hold off the Alliance forces.
A tall slender woman, she was best known for her mismatched eyes. One that burned a fiery red, the other an icy blue. Single locks of white hair framed her face, while the rest of her brunette hair fell to barely touch her shoulders.
Unable to match the overall firepower of the Alliance, she turned to other means, Economic warfare. Shadowy agents. She used her network of spies to sow confusion and to turn the Alliance leadership against one another. Her cruelty rivaled that of Darth Vader.
Tycho Celchu, a member of Rogue Squadron, had been previously captured by Ysanne Isard. Tycho was unable to remember parts of his captivity. He spoke of unimaginable torture. The worst he described involved sexual acts.
Tycho recalled being whipped across his bare ass and balls. His dick held in a cage with a chain attached. Isard often led him around in this manner. At one point, she had fucked him from behind while wearing a wookie sized dildo.
Tycho needed weeks to recover after he escaped although Alliance intelligence wondered if he had been released instead. Isard was known for brainwashing agents who would have no recollection until she triggered their service. He was unable to account for stretches of time he had spent at her mercy although he knew based on various injuries that healed that time had indeed passed. Unable to prove whether Isard had turned him into her own brainwashed agents, Celchu had been held under suspicion.
There was no doubt in Corran's mind that Celchu had been the reason Isard captured him. Tycho had access to the security overrides on his headhunter during the Coruscant operation.
She'll give me hell but I'd sooner die than be used against Rogue Squadron as she intends.
After a while a trandoshan entered the cell carrying a pouch of food and some water. While the alien wore the same yellow jumpsuit as Bossk, Corran could tell this trandoshan was not the same bounty hunter who had murdered his father in a tapcafe. Still it rankled him to be fed like a baby by a member of the species. Isard knew the details of Hal Horn's murder at the hands of Bossk and used Corran's disdain for trandoshans to further humiliate him.
The trandoshan held out the pouch and Corran placed his lips on it. He began to suck in the nutrients. Once he finished he took a long drink from the water container.
After the meal the trandoshan left. Corran still felt bruises all over his body. His nakedness was meant to keep him feeling defensive but he accepted his state of undress. At times he found himself getting aroused but after a few minutes he would settle back down.
After some time two stormtroopers entered the cell. Hauling Corran to his feet, they escorted him down the hall. They passed a medical bay, and entered what the troopers called the "recreation" room. Corran surveyed the room's contents.
Along one of the walls he spotted several hooks to which his arms and legs could be fastened in a spread formation. Several whips hung along the wall. There was also an inclined table he could be strapped to. Corran spotted a cart next to this that held several shaving supplies. Two more stormtroopers stood at attention.
He was taken over to the table. Two of the stormtroopers then removed the manacles encasing his arms. Corran was then strapped down on the inclined table that had an opening in the back for his ass. His arms and legs were then strapped in place. Finally a strap was placed around his head. Once he was secure, the stormtroopers took up positions around the room. After several more minutes Ysanne Isard entered.
She wore a red tight fitting track suit that left her arms bare as well as most of her legs. Her figure was more shapely than he had previously realized. Any other woman with her figure would be attractive.
Being Imperial alone is an automatic strike out in my book. Even if Isard was the last woman in the universe I wouldn't make love to her.
"Forgive me for neglecting you the past few days. Watching your rebel friends walk into my trap on Imperial Center has kept my attention. Today we begin your training."
"I'll sleep with a hutt before I join you," Corran spat out.
Isard fixed him with a hard stare. "That can be arranged. But later. Today we need to take care of your appearance. No servant of mine can be as unkept as you are."
Picking up some shaving cream, she began to apply some to Corran's groin area, as well as his legs. In disbelief, Corran watched as she began to shave his legs and work her way up to his dick.
"Just as I'm removing the hair from your body, exposing your skin, so will I remove each barrier of resistance until you are completely mine. From now on you will have no control over your own body. I will determine when you eat, and when you sleep." She paused and took hold of his dick. "This now belongs to me. You will learn to do whatever pleases me. Failure will bring pain and torture." She squeezed his dick hard to prove her point. Corran yelped in pain. Then she released his dick and continued methodically removing every stubble of hair that she found. Finishing with his front, she titled the table forward until Corran was facing the ground. Then she repeated the process with his ass.
Corran felt violated as she felt around his anus with her probing fingers. His skin felt cold from the touch of the razor. When she finished she wiped him off with a towel. Reclining the table back to its original position, she began to inspect his foreskin.
"The famous Corellian foreskin. Because the rest of the civilized galaxy removes this at birth, Corellia chooses to keep it as yet another act of defiance. I will tolerate no defiance." She reached for rubbing alcohol and began to wipe the surface of Corran's dick.
Horror gripped Corran. She's going to remove my foreskin! Corran began to struggle but was unable to move.
"I would advise against that little man. This is a delicate procedure. I would hate to cause further harm to what will be left of this." With that the medical droid approached Corran extending several apparatus.
Overwhelmed with pain, Corran blacked out.
As he slowly came to, he found himself back in his cell. He could feel bandages around his dick. His throat throbbed from the screaming he had done.
