The Darkest Depths of Submission

Ahsoka's eyes remained fixed on the cold, dark floor as Sixth Brother led her through the winding corridors of the Imperial facility. She had been walking for what felt like hours, her mind numb and her body aching from the previous night's ordeal. The Inquisitor's grip on her arm was like a vice, his fingers digging into her skin as he propelled her forward. As they turned a corner, Ahsoka caught sight of a small, dimly lit room in the distance. The air was thick with the scent of incense, and the sound of soft, melodic music drifted through the air. Sixth Brother's voice was low and husky as he pushed her into the room. "Today, we begin your training," he sneered, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "You will learn to control your body, to deny yourself the pleasure that you so desperately crave." Ahsoka's eyes widened as she took in the room. There was a small, ornate box on a nearby table, and a single, delicate toy nestled inside. It was a small, crystal orb, its surface etched with intricate, swirling patterns. Sixth Brother's voice was like a snake slithering through the grass as he picked up the orb and held it out to her. "This is your focus," he sneered. "You will keep this orb inside you at all times, until I tell you to remove it. And you will not... climax. You will not allow yourself to experience pleasure." Ahsoka's face burned with shame and revulsion as Sixth Brother's words sank in. She knew what he was trying to do - to break her, to reduce her to a mere shell of her former self. But she was determined to resist, to find a way to escape and bring down the Empire. Sixth Brother's grip on her arm tightened as he pulled her closer. "You will learn to control your body," he sneered. "You will learn to deny yourself the pleasure that you so desperately crave. And you will start... now." Ahsoka's eyes locked onto the orb, her mind recoiling in horror. She knew that she had to find a way to resist, to keep the orb inside her without giving in to her desires. But as Sixth Brother's fingers began to undo her restraints, she knew that she was in for the fight of her life. The Inquisitor's voice was low and husky as he guided her through the process, his words dripping with sadistic pleasure. Ahsoka's face burned with shame and revulsion as she felt the orb being inserted inside her, its smooth surface rubbing against her skin. And as she stood there, frozen in place, Ahsoka knew that she had to find a way to escape. She had to resist the Empire's efforts to break her, to find a way to overcome the darkness that threatened to consume her. But for now, she was trapped, at the mercy of Sixth Brother and his twisted desires.