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Darth Talon's Foot Slave Bakes In Her Sweaty Boots

Added 2022-12-03 16:04:23 +0000 UTC

Darth Talon meditates aboard her ship, trying to sense through the force where she will find her next apprentice. But her last apprentice keeps distracting her from her search...

Thanks to the interesting side effect of shrinking technology that disrupted the subjects connection to the force, the rule of 2 could be upheld without killing former apprentices. This was not only a loophole to indulge in the sadistic torment of her disappointing pupils, but also a way of gathering strength. Since the dark side was fueled by hatred and anger having a defeated foe at her mercy helped empower her connection to the force, and with that foe pathetically tiny and powerless she had no reason to fear reprisal for keeping them alive. She had first thought of keeping her tiny apprentice as a pet to toy with at whim, but during their duel the foolish woman had boldly threatened to grind her master underfoot. It only seemed fair after defeating her to sentence her to that fate for the rest of her sad life, she was now Talon's living insole. Her former student still squirmed incessantly despite living her new life for days now, though with how sweaty and rancid her foot was inside her heavy boots she supposed she couldn't blame her. She would still somewhat when her goddess trained her acrobatics and swordplay diligently, but Talon doubted that was a sign of acceptance but of how brutal her flips and stomps were on the pathetic speck. No matter how disgusting her role was now her little boot bug had the rest of her long disgusting life to get used to it, though Talon would be more than fine if she never did. Regardless though Talon would definitely have any of her future apprentices that outlived their usefulness join her as helpless playthings, perhaps she should grant all of her enemies this fate actually. The rush of power from torturing such a weak and pathetic bug that once dared to stand in her way made her panties moisten, and the countless throes that would soon cower beneath her will just have to worship her every inch and pray that their fealty will lessen their punishment, to no avail.