The Rebel and The Lieutenant: A Star Wars Story

Chapter 2: His First Try

The doors of the cell quickly slid closed behind Hazel and the Lieutenant. She tried walking further into the chamber, but he took a hold of her braids again.

“You know, you really should consider making these shorter. You wouldn’t be so easy to control.” He said, with a smug smirk. She struggled, at least, to get him to loosen his grip.

“Fine.” He said, letting go. She stumbled forward further into the cell.

She kept her back toward him. She looked at the cold, almost empty, metal room. There was only a long metal bench against the wall and a metal table with two accompanying chairs. The walls were grey, with a solid black floor. There was a cat walk right about the entry doors. She assumed this is where they could watch hostages get tortured.

It was cold, the light was dim, energy wouldn’t have been wasted on Rebel Scum who were meeting their demise in there, anyways.

“Oh, suddenly we’re shy? That’s odd, because you certainly weren’t out there when you assaulted one of my Officers.” Ηe said as he started to move toward her.

She felt his breathing on her neck. She quickly turned around, making sure not to leave herself vulnerable.

She locked in on his vibrant green eyes as he looked into the big brown eyes staring back at him at chest level. He noticed the light field of freckles below Hazel’s eyes, all connecting at the bridge of her nose. He grabbed her chin with his index finger and thumb.

“I’ve certainly had my eye on you, they were right.” He said, taking a brief pause. “You are a little one.”

Silence stood around them, all he could hear was her swallow. As if she was getting the courage to utter some assemblance of words. She exhaled loudly.

“Wh…what am I doing in here? What are you going to do to me that the other Officers can’t do themselves?” She said with a slight quiver in her voice.

He dropped her chin out of his hand. She could see the sinister smirk grow on his face. That “sick to your stomach” feeling returned quickly.

“Well, the officer that was supposed to take you is now… incapacitated, thanks to your little stunt.” He said, slightly pushing her away. “Sit.” He pointed to the table.

She walked over and took a seat at the left side chair, her bound hands rested on the table. He followed her and stood at the edge of the table. Making sure to remind her of his power by towering over her.

“I’m not talking. You won’t break me.” She said with the most confidence she could muster.

“Oh, I don’t want your mouth for talking. It’s far too pretty for that.” He grabbed her braids, once again. “You’re more useful for something else, at least, for me.” He moved closer to her ear. “Get on your knees.” He sternly whispered.

She heard the jingle of his belt, and his zipper coming down. Her eyes slowly closed, as if she was wincing in pain. He grabbed her chin, she pulled away quickly. He drew his hand up, and slapped her across the face. Her eyes shot open in shock, they darted up to meet his.

“I said, on your knees.” He said taking a step back, giving her room to get to the floor.

She did as she was told, not her usual style, but this was probably her only way to stay alive. Her gaze stayed to the floor after she was all the way down. Hazel wanted to ignore the context clues she had just received.

“No, no. Let me see those big brown eyes. That’s my favorite part.” He said lifting her chin. Her gaze was met with his hard d**k, right in her face. “Now open…wide.” He said as he inserted himself into her mouth. She took him all, in and out.

“Good girl” He whispered, with a sigh of pleasure.

Hazel’s blood boiled, she had never been anyone’s “Good girl” in her entire life. She had never given up control like this.

“See what happens when you cooperate? I take it nice and easy.” He said while guiding her head. Her big brown eyes stayed in his gaze, as she took all nine inches of him.

“Though, I do have to say, your punishment for your stunt cannot, simply, go undone.” He said as he suddenly tightened his grip of her braids.

He started to face f**k her, with no regard to “nice and easy” at all. He could hear her gagging, and gasping for air.

“But nice and easy isn’t what you deserve. Besides, I’d rather use you this way. I know you love that little tough girl persona. I want to put that to the test.” He said, moving his grip from her braids to her head. Hearing gag and beg for it to stop, only turned him on even more.

“Begging isn’t going to get you anywhere, especially with that little display you had out there.” He said in between moans of pleasure.

She started to put up a fight again, with all the energy she had left. He stopped and quickly pushed her fully onto the ground, on her back.

“Keep resisting and the torture for you…and your little alliance out there, is just going to get more intense.” He said as he got down to her level, spreading her knees. He came face to face with her again.

“Unless, that’s something you want.” He smirked.

She leaned forward, meeting eyes with him. She couldn’t control her anger, she spit in his face. He took no time to quickly wipe it away and slap her again in the face. This time it was so hard it caused her head to hit the floor.

She could feel herself passing out. He got up quickly, put himself together, and opened the cell doors.

“Watch her for now. I’ll be back. She shouldn’t give you much trouble…for now.” He said to the Officers outside, as he exited the cell, like nothing had ever happened.