edited by Andrew Plechanty
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"I am Advanced Recon Commando A-17, call sign Alpha under the command of General Kenobi. That is all I am authorised to reveal."
The hooded figure paused in the doorway as his defiance echoed through the metal torture cell. Seconds passed. A drop of blood welled from a cut on the ARC trooper's thigh, suspended for a moment before succumbing to gravity. The gentle ting it made as it hit the floor synchronised with the ring of Asajj Ventress's boots as she strode toward her prisoner.
"You bore me," she replied conversationally. "Do you have any idea how many times you've said that? Do you have any idea how tedious this is getting?
A knife flew into Asajj's gloved hand and she casually ran the durasteel edge over his chest, opening yet another long cut.
"I have cut you once every time you have failed to answer a question. Coincidentally, that also happens to be the number of times you've told me you're A-17." Her casual countenance did nothing to betray her frustration.
"Where are the Republic's primary medical facilities?"
The question hung in the air even after her Force imbued voice stopped echoing through the room.
"I'm impressed clone. You've proved surprisingly hard to break."
"I'm not trained to answer questions!" he spat.
She shrugged. "Let's try something new."
"Do I get a choice?"
She pretended to consider for a second. "No," she offered as she sliced his boxers off.
Asajj stepped back to admire her handiwork, her eyes roaming over the ARC trooper suspended helplessly on the torture rack. She felt a familiar warmth spreading between her legs as she took in the countless cuts on his hard body, followed by a sharp pang of arousal as she took in his limp manhood, hanging thick between his legs.
"Clone, you must realise that you are merely cannon fodder to the Republic. Tell me what I want to know and I will give you a new life. You are strong and fit, you will be able to find work, live your life in peace. Maybe find a girl to keep you company, make her scream with that thick cock of yours."
A flicker of doubt flashed across his eyes at the last comment, immediately chased away by determination. "I am Advanced..."
Asajj blocked out his droning voice as she laid the case she'd brought on a bench and flipped it open. She selected a syringe and needle and carefully drew out a measure of smoky red liquid from a Sith vial. She drew herself up to her full height, a bemused look on her face as she waited for him to finish.
"That is all I am authorised to reveal."
"Thank you for sharing that," she smiled at him before slamming the needle into his neck and depressing the plunger.
The ARC shivered as the potent Sith potion flooded his bloodstream. Even as it imbued his blood, it began to vaporise, seeping through skin and bone and condensing as sparks that coarsed along his nerves; across his synapses, racing up, into his brain, and out, along his limbs.
Then, blood, spark and steam all converged on his groin, the sudden rush of blood and the powerful aphrodisiacs surging into his semi-hard cock and giving him an immediate erection. Alpha groaned, his cock so hard and swollen it was painful. Indeed, his impressive eight inch erection now measured over 11 inches and his cock was almost as thick as his muscular forearms.
Asajj lustfully raked her eyes over the muscular stud hanging limp in his restraints, dizzy as blood continued to flow from his head to inflate his distended cock. "I'll be back for those co-ordinates" she declared as she stalked out of the cell.
Alpha roared his frustration the instant the thick metal door slammed shut, his painfully throbbing cock so hard and so swollen, craving relief. His nerve synapses retained sparks of the Sith potion, amplifying every feeling.