But what JB-007 did not know about Rey was that the tighter she was constrained, the more voracious her pussy became. She had discovered this quite by accident, when she was nearly sold as an indentured servant by a scrap dealer who had mistaken her for a droid while she napped. She had awoken to find herself nearly strangulated by a tight restraining bolt, and had been confused by the hunger emanating from her nether regions.
The scrap dealer was surprised to find her capable of disobeying his instructions, and even more surprised when the electric prod only goaded her to sit more heavily on his face. Eventually, as the tips of his toes disappeared within her, Rey had recovered herself enough to question what had happened.
Following a campaign of experimentation, mostly solo but with the occasional courageous volunteer, Rey had identified the non-linear relationship between her cunt's appetite and the severity of her predicament. Far from a simple linear regression, the exponential hunger function grew without cease even as the level of confinement involved ratcheted up only linearly. Rey's arousal, however, was a shifting thing involving a threshold function that required stricter and stricter bondage to flip over to the level where she might get off as time went by.
This was a happy state of affairs for a while, but the situation soon devolved as the tendency for Rey's vagina to devour her assistants rather limited the pool of potential play partners, at least in her immediate circle. Even her equipment, scavenged and lovingly restored, was eventually lost to her hungry maw. Rey found herself in self-imposed exile from the rest of the community, as she engaged in her masterwork of self-bondage, a machine that would allow her to achieve that sweet sweet feeling of absolute helplessness on the verge of annihilation without itself being subject to the powerful dissolving juices of her rapacious womanhood.
It was therefore a frustration to be interrupted in her work by the arrival of the First Order. But now, restrained in such a pedestrian and unimaginitive manner in the interrogation chamber, she welcomed the tightening of her shackles. If she couldn't escape at least she could indulge some of her darkest fantasies. She goaded JB-007 further, moaning appreciatively as he ratcheted her restraints tighter and tighter. Through hazy vision she smiled at him as she felt her peak arriving. She often lost awareness of her surroundings while her vagina performed its orgasmic eversion and peristaltic digestion, as her climax was something that grew to enevlop all of her senses.
What felt like an eternity of blissful satisfaction later Rey felt her shackles fall away in pieces, rotted by the noxious manipulations of her lascivious labia. In reality it was probable that only seconds had passed, as the indignant stormtrooper's helmet was still spinning on the floor between her feet.
Rey quickly fashioned and donned an emergency harness out of a stock of strapping that she found in the corner. In the event that she was intercepted, she would pull on the loose end and throw herself down, causing the harness to transform into a strict hogtie and thus activate her carnivorous junk. Thus armed, she set out to explore Starkiller base. She looked back at the now-still helmet and felt a small aftershock of pleasure. Her subconscious explored a new correlation even as her conscious mind set to the task of exfiltration. The more powerful the victim, the greater the pleasure she felt.
And there were a great many fit and strong soldiers in this base. One in particular had drawn her eye on the battlefield, a shining silver specimen. Perhaps they would be lucky enough to cross paths.
Re: Rey/JB-007
But what JB-007 did not know about Rey was that the tighter she was constrained, the more voracious her pussy became. She had discovered this quite by accident, when she was nearly sold as an indentured servant by a scrap dealer who had mistaken her for a droid while she napped. She had awoken to find herself nearly strangulated by a tight restraining bolt, and had been confused by the hunger emanating from her nether regions.
The scrap dealer was surprised to find her capable of disobeying his instructions, and even more surprised when the electric prod only goaded her to sit more heavily on his face. Eventually, as the tips of his toes disappeared within her, Rey had recovered herself enough to question what had happened.
Following a campaign of experimentation, mostly solo but with the occasional courageous volunteer, Rey had identified the non-linear relationship between her cunt's appetite and the severity of her predicament. Far from a simple linear regression, the exponential hunger function grew without cease even as the level of confinement involved ratcheted up only linearly. Rey's arousal, however, was a shifting thing involving a threshold function that required stricter and stricter bondage to flip over to the level where she might get off as time went by.
This was a happy state of affairs for a while, but the situation soon devolved as the tendency for Rey's vagina to devour her assistants rather limited the pool of potential play partners, at least in her immediate circle. Even her equipment, scavenged and lovingly restored, was eventually lost to her hungry maw. Rey found herself in self-imposed exile from the rest of the community, as she engaged in her masterwork of self-bondage, a machine that would allow her to achieve that sweet sweet feeling of absolute helplessness on the verge of annihilation without itself being subject to the powerful dissolving juices of her rapacious womanhood.
It was therefore a frustration to be interrupted in her work by the arrival of the First Order. But now, restrained in such a pedestrian and unimaginitive manner in the interrogation chamber, she welcomed the tightening of her shackles. If she couldn't escape at least she could indulge some of her darkest fantasies. She goaded JB-007 further, moaning appreciatively as he ratcheted her restraints tighter and tighter. Through hazy vision she smiled at him as she felt her peak arriving. She often lost awareness of her surroundings while her vagina performed its orgasmic eversion and peristaltic digestion, as her climax was something that grew to enevlop all of her senses.
What felt like an eternity of blissful satisfaction later Rey felt her shackles fall away in pieces, rotted by the noxious manipulations of her lascivious labia. In reality it was probable that only seconds had passed, as the indignant stormtrooper's helmet was still spinning on the floor between her feet.
Rey quickly fashioned and donned an emergency harness out of a stock of strapping that she found in the corner. In the event that she was intercepted, she would pull on the loose end and throw herself down, causing the harness to transform into a strict hogtie and thus activate her carnivorous junk. Thus armed, she set out to explore Starkiller base. She looked back at the now-still helmet and felt a small aftershock of pleasure. Her subconscious explored a new correlation even as her conscious mind set to the task of exfiltration. The more powerful the victim, the greater the pleasure she felt.
And there were a great many fit and strong soldiers in this base. One in particular had drawn her eye on the battlefield, a shining silver specimen. Perhaps they would be lucky enough to cross paths.