Confederacy Triumphant
Chapter 5
Year 3 of the Yuuzhan Vong War
Elan, Priestess of Yun-Harla, sat passively in the cold steel detention room, prisoner of the Confederacy. Aware that she was being observed by bizarre and unholy non-living devices, she stood slowly and ran her hands down the sides of her flawless body.
By Yuuzhan Vong standards, Elan was strikingly beautiful. And Elan knew that much of her feminine allure transcended species. She had a strong sexual appeal that had served her well in her life as a priestess. She felt confident that whatever the appetites of the leaders of this machine worshiping society, she could entice them and satiate them. Her icy-blue eyes scanned the dreary cell, quickly finding what she guessed were the infernal eaves dropping devices. Yun-Harla would be offended to know that spying and deceit were accomplished with such profane contraptions.
Elan decided to speed up her interrogation a bit. Slowly, she began to sway her body for the cameras. Raising her arms above her head, she gyrated with fluid movements that she knew would have sent members of the warrior caste into a killing frenzy of competition to possess her body. She eyed the mechanical spy devices with a seductive glance, then closed her eyes and she began to sway in circles, lowering her hands to her tattooed breasts. Cupping them together, she bent her neck down gingerly to extend her tongue to her exposed cleavage. Licking herself delicately, she opened her eyes slightly and smiled to the spy cameras.
Outside the cell, someone was indeed watching the seductive spectacle within. General Grievous watched in silent fascination as the Vong priestess continued her gentle dance, enticing any who were watching with her sexuality. Grievous's body may have been gears and metal, but his organic brain was very much alive and aroused. As he watched the strange alien temptress, he pondered his lost body. When he was a man, he had a sex drive stronger than most males of his species. He prided himself on his former sexual prowess, often pounding his now dead wife for hours on end, before finally collapsing in an exhausted heap of sweat onto her.
But that was a lost life. And a part of him that he had once considered lost forever. For years he had told himself that his new body was superior in every way. He was more than a man now, he was practically immortal. A fusion of the best of man and machine. And yet, when he first had met Dooku's assassin Ventress, he had known lust again for the first time in ages. He doubted it was ever truly possible to purge so fundamental an urge from a man such as himself.
Ventress's words still echoed in his cybernetic mind. "General, you have nothing that I want."
And so, years after he had been so callously rebuffed by Ventress, he had set about upgrading himself. His brain could still experience pleasure, if only the right neurons were stimulated. It had been Wat Tambor himself who had helped Grievous obtain his new equipment from an outdated GR series pleasure droid. It was Poggle the Lesser's finest engineers who had helped connect the equipment directly to Grievous's central nervous system. And now, Grievous decided, his reptilian eyes narrowing at the sexy Yuuzhan Vong woman within, it was time to use his equipment.
Elan stopped her liquid dance suddenly, as the hulking mechanical monster entered the cell. She thought she had prepared herself for the worst. She had heard that many of the Confederate leadership worshipped technology so thoroughly that they willingly gave their body parts over to their metal gods. She had even readied herself mentally for the possibility of fucking a half-living, half-machine creature to reach her objectives. But this...she stifled a gasp as his clawed metal feet grated on the floor.
Grievous was well known among her people. His incredible skill at defeating the finest of the Yuuzhan Vong warrior caste was known to all, even Supreme Overlord Shimrra, who had declared the death of Grievous to be the first duty of every Yuuzhan Vong. Ever since his defeat of Shedao Shai at Ithor, Grievous had become the symbol of everything that was to be detested in this insane galaxy, his very existence an insult to the gods. Destroying him was the ultimate honor...dying at his unholy hands, the ultimate failure.
"I see you recognize me, my dear." Grievous observed, reading the fear in the priestess's eyes.
Elan silently cursed herself for betraying her emotions. But she had never before been face to face with the incarnation of all that was evil. More even the hated ruler Kenobi, this was a fiend was to be reviled.
"General Grievous," she began, putting on a brave front. "Your reputation precedes you. I thought you would be taller."
Grievous laughed.
"I've slaughtered your people so often that they've all begun to look alike to me."
Elan concentrated on calming herself as the cyborg strode around her, running a mechanical hand down the back of her dress.
"Yet you would stand out in any crowd."
"You liked my dancing?" Elan whispered. "A pity you cannot feel anything in that metal body of yours."
Grievous spun Elan to face him, grabbing her shoulder roughly.
"Again, you underestimate the Confederacy..."
Elan looked down in horror as Grievous's metal crotch opened. She gasped out loud as a mechanical phallus extended out of his cavity. Taking an involuntary step back, she suddenly was seized by his massive hands and lifted into the air.
"I am a priestess of the Yuuzhan Vong!" She screamed in outrage. "How dare you--"
"Shut up." Grievous sneered. "You are an intergalactic slut, about to get the fucking of a lifetime."
Elan screamed as she looked down. The mechanical cock was spinning and vibrating, rotating in ways no Yuuzhan-Vong cock ever could. Just the thought of having it inside her made her sick.
She had come here prepared to do what she must for her people. To suck off the entire Confederate Council if that's what it took to accomplish her goals. And yet, the prospect of being fucked by the incarnation of evil itself was too much for the aristocratic woman to face.
Her struggling was to no avail, the massive cyborg general had her in his cold steel grip. Suddenly, his arms seemed to split in half and distend. As he displayed his extra set of arms Elan began to realize how many surprises the warriors who had fallen to Grievous must have faced. Still hanging in mid-air by his upper arms, she watched helplessly as his lower arms ripped and discarded her clothing with precision.
Her ankles were grasped by his lower arms as he slowly spread her pale thin legs apart as he moved his mechanical hips directly under her.
Laughing with mirth, Grievous lowered Elan onto the whirring, vibrating imitation cock. Gritting her teeth, she prepared for his entry. The cyborg penetrated her small pussy roughly, tearing at her as he vibrated and spun up into her.
"Ohhh...Gods save me!" Elan screamed to the empty cell as she was violated by the unholy phallus.
