Opening crawl: 

Civil war has ripped through the galaxy, after several crushing defeats the empire has fallen, a new Republic rising in its place. But for one long fallen jedi nothing has really changed. 

My limbless body qyietly moans as I rest upright, my stand deep inside my ass vibrating teasingly, my mind unabke to think, only craving to be used by my current owner. I've had so many over the decades, my first owner was killed by darth vader after he failed to complete a task, I ended up with another inquisitor, who was later killed by a jedi survivor, I was then taken by the admiral of the ship I was stored on, after that one I moved around a lot, either as a gift or pasawd on after they were killed by vader. Ending up with a moff, my last owner was killed when their ship was boarded after trying to restart the empire. I have never really cared much about my owners, as long as they fed me and fucked me I am happy, none of them ever saw or treated me as anything other than an object, never talking to me and punishing me for any sound other than my quiet moans, only using me to relieve themselves inside, over time I've come to view myself as such, one who only craves to be used. The drugs the inquisitor gave me altered my body permanently after prolonged doses, I haven't had any for over a decade and I still have a heightened sense of both pain and pleasure, especially after hours teased by my stand, waiting agonisingly for my owner to return an use me, my swollen balls aching painfully and my cock crushing itself against the ever hard metal of ita prison, my mind unable to think of anything else, I have given in and embraced it, I've become addicted to the blissful sensations, I want to feel it, the jedi were wrong to deny such wonders from me, part of me is happy they're gone after denying so many the pleasures of the galaxy. 

In the darkness of my storage cupboard I hear familiar footsteps. I blink as light suddenly shines into my dark world as the door slides open with a hiss. I look up at my owner with desperate and pleading eyes, excitement building and my cock twitching in its cage as I feel his hands tightly, slightly painfully, gripping the sides of my body and lifting me off my stand, the large plug sliding out of my ass, leaving it stretched and open, ready for use. 

My current owner is a famous General of the rebellion, like many though he hides a secret side, he didn't join out of idealism but cause he enjoyed violence and hated authority. When he found me in the moff's Chambers he smiled with sadistic glee, possibly at finally having an outlet for hia darjwr side, and snuck me onto his ship to be his personal plaything. Not that I mind, I'd prefer it to being left or disposed of or rehabilitation, which happened once during the rebellion, when they killed one of my owners and found me, they tried to help me but it was agony, I wasn't played with for weeks, none of them took advantage of a living fuvkdoll, I was so pleased when I was recovered by the empire and put back to use. 

I let out a small quiet groan as I'm uncaringly and roughly placed onto the desk, the last couple of inches were more of a drop, the hard surface slamming against my back. I moan immediately as his cock slides into my ass, his violent thrusts feeling me with pleasure as he relieves his stress and hidden desires, unable to act on them in public due to his respected position. My cock strains and I breath hard as I feel him move faster and deeper inside me, bring me over the edge as he groans and fills me, both of use cumming together, my mind overwhelmed and lost in blissful pleasure, as I'm picked up and carried back to my cupboard, my stand easily sliding into my well used and now lubed ass, sealing his cum inside me, as the teasing vibrations begin once again and the door hisses shut, leaving me to moan quietly in darkness once again, desires building once again, eagerly waiting to be used.