Opening crawl: 

The Republic has fallen, in its place the galactic empire brings order to a war torn galaxy. Morale amongst the troops is low after being forced to execute order 66 but one legion of clones has caught the attention of thw inquisition, their morale is surprisingly high and morw curiously they nevwr reported the death of their jedi general. As such an inquisitor has been dispatched to investigate. 

I swallow my delicious meal of cum from one of my troopers, his smiling face telling me that he is in a good mood, needing to relieve himself of stress after another mission, a duty that I am happy to perform, although I don't really have much choice. I'm constantly naked, locked in my cell and restrained with heavy metal cuffs that prevent me from using the force, in addition to that i have a shock collar which also dmapens my force powera even further and that can be used to deliver painful shocks to render me immobile if i misbehave or leave my cell, not to mention the chastity cage locked around my cock, which prevents me from bringing myself to pleasure, leaving my troops as the only way to feel the pleasures that I've been denied my whole life in the jedi order, making me hesitate when thinking of escape, finally as if all those weren't enough there are four clones guarding me at all times, sometimes even entering my cell when they get bored. My jedi nature makes me not want to fight them, I care for my troops, we've bonded from both war and now our activities post war, my men have never been happier. Plus I have to admit that I do gain some enjoyment from being fucked, i know that i shouldn't give into such emoti9ns but the longer I'm kept in my new role the harder it is not to give into my lust and desire, especially with my cock sealed away. 

I hear the sound of a shuttle flying overhead, we have visitors, have my fellow jedi sent someone to rescue me? If so what would they think if me for falling so low? Part of me hopes that my fellow jedi never see me in such a humiliating and degrading state.

"Well, this isn't what I was expecting to see but it is interesting and pleasing to see a jedi in such andegrading position." Shame washes over me as I recognise that voice, only it's different somehow, darker, venomous, as if taking sadistic pleasure in what he sees. I look up to see my fellow jedi, one who I grew up with in the temple but I'm surprised and confused to see that he is wearing black armour rather than the standard jedi robes. 

"To think, the last of the jedi is chained up and used as a sex slave by his own men. At least the rest had quick deaths. You were to pathetic to even die." Last of the jedi? What happened? Is that what I felt just before being attacked? It can't be true. I watch the dark jedi's face look at me with fake pity.

"Oh, didn't you know? All the jedi were slaughtered months ago, butchered mercilessly by their own clones." What!? That can't be true. Every jedi? Even master Yoda? Mace? The chosen one? 

"I was curious as to why we never got confirmation of your death though, that combined with your troopers high morale amd exceptional success rates but i guess this answers it." He laughs at me, amused by what he has discovered.

"I'm going to have fun with you. Welcome to the inquisition jedi." I watch as the energy barrier around my cell drops and the inquisitor calmly steps into my cell, despite everything I'm still a jedi and I have a duty to fight any darkside user. I weakly rise to my feet and charge at him, only to immediately feel burning waves of electricity flow over my body as the guards activate my shock collar. As I struggle to remain on my feet, my muscles twitching and convulsing, I feel an invisible hand close tightly around my throat, cutting off air to my lungs and lifting me into the air, my legs flailing uselessly as I desperately gasp for air, my lungs on fire as I slowly lose all my fight. As my vision blurs I see the inquisitor smile sadisticly, enjoying my suffering, a visible bulge under his armour. 

"You can't beat me jedi, yiu are to weak and pathetic to even touch me. You are mine and you're best option is to cooperate with me." I suddenly drop hard on the floor, slamming my knee painfully into the ground, my twitching body crumpling as I cough and take deep breaths, gratefully filling my lungs. Defeated I don't put up a fight as a leash is attached to my collar and I'm dragged to my feet and forced to follow the inquisitor out of my cell. Humiliation fills me as I'm shamefully led on full display passed my troops, my naked and restrained body paraded, reminding me how far I've fallen and how futile my position is, the army I once led into battle now enforcing my imprisonment and degradation, the government that I once served now treating me as scum. 

Reaching the ship I feel the cold metal of the ramp under my bare feet as I enter it, taking on last look at my clones who I'd taken care of for years, the ramp rising, blocking out the light and leaving me lost and alone in shadow as I feel a sting in my neck, my body quickly going limp and the world spinning into darkness as I fall to the hard cold metal floor. 

I slowly steer, my heavy eyelids slowly blinking open and focusing on a dark bare room, its dark metal walls illuminated by a faint red glow. I look over my restrained naked body, held spreadeagle and upright in a frame, my wrists and ankles firmly pinned to the cold metal by heavy bands. 

"Did you enjoy your rest jedi? I hope you're well rested, you won't be getting much for the foreseeable future." I see the inquisitor calmly step out of the shadows, a look of confidence and excited pleasure shows on his face as he looks over my helpless body, knowing that even if I do manage to break free there is nowhere for me to go, I'm his to do whatevwr he wants with. 

"I hope that you will coordinate and tell me what I want to know." As he speaks a small black spherical probe droid floats into the light, a large needle moving towards me. I feel the sting of the needle as I try to move away, held tightly in the frame, I scream as I feel my vains burning as the drug moves through my body.

"Y... you think th... this will... break me?" My body grows cold as my interrogator smiles sadisticly, almost laughing with amusement.

"I haven't even started yet. That drug is designed to heighten sensitivity to pain." I cry put in pain as my body is shocked, the ripples of electricity agonisingly move over my skin. 

"It does also has the interesting effect of also increasing pleasure." My eyes roll and I moan loudly with lustful pleasure, my cock straining in its cage, as a vibration emits from a plug buried deep inside my ass. I see him smile as I can't help but give a sad pleading look as the vibrations absurdly end, leaving me wanting more, almost craving it.

"Behave and you get pleasures that you have never known or experienced, ones that the jedi denied you, misbehave and you will be subjected to torture and agony. So which is it going to be? Will you tell me where any jedi survivors would be hiding?" What? Survivors? I don't want to be punished, I want to feel the pleasure again, but I don't know anything, I've been locked in my cell since the end of the war.

"I don't know." Before I even finish my words trail off into a scream of agony as I'm subjected to more shocks.

I groan weakly, my body exhausted, my muscles twitching from both pain and pleasure, when I answer questions I'm brought to mind blowing orgasm but any refusal to answer results in agonising pain, either from shocks or beatings or whatever else my captor can think of, his taste for torture being quite varied, all mercilessly painful and agonising, which brings him visible joy. 

"Where would jedi be hiding?" Not this again, I really don't know, if I did I'd have told him already.tears form in my eyes as I hang my head.

"I don't know." I scream out as I'm punished once again, my body twisting painfully in its restraints. 

"I believe you. I think I've gotten every last drop of information out of you. For that here is yiur reward." I immediately start to moan as the vibrations start up, waves of pleasure flowing over my battered and broken body, breathing hard and shaking as my mind goes numb from the orgasm that dribbles out of my tight crushing cage. My body hanging limply, completely drained of all energy after weeks of endless interrogation.

"I don't think that you need to be executed, you did coorperate and aren't a threat, I also think that you can be of some use. However I must make sure that you can't ever resist." I look up in fear as his lightsaber ignites, two red blades glowing from both ends as it starts to spin, blurring into a ring of burning red light. I weakly struggle in horror as it is slowly moved towards me, my mind filling with agonising pain as the blades slowly cut into my flesh, easily slicing of my limbs, the burning pain amplified by the drug that has been constantly given to me. My screams fill the room, echoing off the walls as my interogater slowly removes each of my limbs,  leaving me forever helpless and unable to resist whatever is done to me. .