The Sith gives you an evil grin, and flexes his open hand. You can feel something grabbing your tit, squeezing it. You gasp in surprise. Trask, who is staring at your boobs, sees them being squeezed by the Force, and he turns purple with rage, pulling out his blaster.
The dark jedi smirks, and waves his hand, throwing Trask against the wall. He hits head first, and slides to the deck with a groan.
You feel a tugging sensation on your shirt, and you realize that the sith is using the force to try and pull it off you. You squeal and yank it down with your hands. His eyes narrow in anger, he clinches his fist and pulls it toward him. Your top is ripped completely off your body, exposing your firm, b-cup breasts.
Another wave of his hand, and your pants have been shredded. He takes a step forward, and places his still ignited lightsaber next to your neck. His voice growls "I'm not going to ask, so don't bother fighting it." He gestures down to his crotch. |