Captured by the Inquisitor

by kingnothing1996 (ao3)

Five years.

Five years had passed since Order 66 was executed across the Galaxy, reducing the Jedi Order from thousands to hundreds in just a few hours, and removing any opposition that would have kept Chancellor Palpatine from transitioning the Republic to the first Galactic Empire.

It had also been five years since Omega had left Kamino for the first time, fleeing the doomed Clone production facilities alongside four defective Clone Troopers dubbed “The Bad Batch”.

She had been thirteen then, and a defenseless child who knew nothing of surviving outside of Kamino.

But five years on the run from the Galactic Empire had changed that, and the now eighteen year old Omega had established herself as a Bounty Hunter. Not an (in)famous Bounty Hunter like her fellow clone Boba Fett, but one who kept a much lower profile out of necessity, as she was still wanted by the Empire.

A low profile had its perks, such as those who seek you out needing someone not known to the Galaxy, and those sorts of jobs were always interesting, and more importantly came with a good pay. 

Another perk, though not limited to keeping a low profile, was that Omega had the opportunity to meet several interesting individuals while on jobs.

Omega’s current job covered all three of those perks.

First off, the job itself was fairly simple. All Omega needed to do was stand around on a transport ready to fight if it came to that. The transport was headed to Naboo from Ord Mantell, and technically Omega’s job was to watchover one specific passenger, a young woman from a wealthy family on Ord Mantell. Secondly, there was a very interesting person on board. A young Togruta woman who was doing her best to avoid attention. Having been firmly Anti-Imperial for the past half a decade, Omega had heard stories about one particular Jedi who had been on Mandalore and survived Order 66 through the intervention of the Clone Captain under her command. The woman ticked off almost all of those boxes, with the only ones unchecked being her name and whether or not she was actually a Jedi.

It had crossed Omega’s mind to ask, but that was only for a brief second and had been pushed out very quickly. If she was in fact the Jedi, then there was a very good reason for her keeping a low profile, and given the state of the Galaxy after only five years of Imperial rule, it needed as many Jedi as possible.

So far, the journey had gone off without a hitch. No pirates, no unexpected technical difficulty, no attempted hijackings, or anything else that could potentially go wrong. 

In all honesty, it was beginning to seem as though this would be another easy job, and Omega allowed herself to relax. The young woman was clad in black, heavily modified Phase II Clone Armor. While Clone Troopers had been redubbed Stormtroopers and the Phase II armor scrapped years ago. However, given the scale of the Clone Wars, obtaining Clone Armor and weaponry was easy if one used the Black Market. Or in Omega’s case, destroyed a Black Market that had been dabbling in the sale of slaves and then claimed what she could from the wreckage.

Gazing down at her helmet, Omega thought for a moment about sliding it on and catching just a little bit of sleep.

“Attention, an Imperial inspection will be conducted momentarily.”

Omega’s eyes widened as she heard the robotic voice speak over the transport intercoms. She knew that the Empire conducted random inspections of ships, but typically they were done on suspicious ships that could possibly belong to Spice Runners or Anti-Imperial Rebels, not pristine transport ships headed for a world firmly under Imperial control.

Looking around, Omega could see everyone on the ship tense up. Most probably told themselves there was nothing to worry about, but in the back of their minds they all feared that the ship would be inspected by some especially triggerhappy Stormtroopers.

If that were the case, then there would be a shootout, and knowing the average skill of the Imperial Stormtroopers, Omega would come out on top. Unfortunately that wasn’t a very good outcome, as no doubt any other Imperial ships in the area would be notified about the shootout and respond, and that was assuming that the transport wasn’t simply blown up.

However, as the minutes ticked by, nothing happened. No Stormtroopers boarded and began the routine of intimidating the passengers.

This didn’t inspire confidence in Omega, who doubted that the delay was because the Imperials had a sudden change of heart and decided intimidating innocent civilians was pointless.

Then, the Twi’lek man sitting next to Omega collapsed, followed just seconds later by a human woman a few seats away.

Already on edge after the announcement of the Imperial boarding, any semblance of calm that remained amongst the passengers disappeared and was replaced by panic.

Screams filled the room as passengers bolted from their seats, heading to the only door, only to find it refusing to open as more passengers dropped like flies.

None of them had any clue what was happening, but Omega did. She hadn’t noticed it at first, but the air tastes different, much different. Crouching down, Omega quickly checked the vitals of the Twi’lek man, and to her relief saw that he was merely unconscious. That left Omega with just one idea of what was happening.

They were being gassed.

Omega’s gaze moved over to the Togruta woman, the one she thought might be a Jedi, and to her dismay she saw her slumped over unconscious, with a lightsaber gripped in her left hand.

In the heat of the moment, Omega realized, just a moment too late, she had forgotten about her helmet. Her modified helmet that had been upgraded with an improved air filter.

Reaching for it, Omega suddenly found her movements become sluggish and her vision beginning to blur.

“No,” the young clone said as she collapsed, her arm stretched out towards her helmet as she faded into unconsciousness. 

Cold, sterile, metal.

Those were the three words that described the room Omega was currently in. 

The young woman had regained consciousness a few moments ago, and had found herself, much to her distress, naked and bound to a metal examination table thanks to cuffs around her ankles and wrists. The room she was in, as far as she could tell from her limited ability to gaze around, was completely featureless and sterile.

A multitude of different possibilities ran through Omega’s first. The first was that Imperials had captured her and had decided that they did want her genetic material afterall. The second was that any of the numerous individuals and groups she had crossed over the past five years had decided that they wanted revenge. The third, and most distressing, was that the Imperial boarding was a false alarm, and that it was actually slavers that had boarded.

Regardless of which of those possibilities were true, there was nothing that Omega could do at the moment. Without armor or gear, she was completely helpless, just like she had been five years ago after leaving Kamino.

Suddenly, Omega heard the sound of a door sliding open, presumably located behind her, out of her field of vision.

“You’re awake, good,” a female voice said as Omega heard footsteps getting closer and closer to her. 

A pair of hands reached down, coming to a rest on Omega’s cheeks.

“I was worried I would have to wake you myself,” the woman said as they slowly caressed Omega’s face. 

“Get your hands off of me,” Omega said. She knew whomever it was behind her wouldn’t comply, but she wanted it to be clear she wasn’t going too either.

“So you have an attitude?” the woman said, a bit amusement in her tone. “That’s good,” she said as she pulled her hands away. “I’d hate to not have to break you down.”

Now the woman stepped into view, allowing Omega to see them, and Omega’s heart sank.

The woman was a Mirialan, and looked to be more than double Omega’s age. She was clad in black armor and a pointed, curved helmet that exposed her face. Her eyes were black and yellow, and on the shoulders of her armor were the Imperial insignia. Resting on her waist was a circular metal device with a black handle running through the middle.

Over the years rumours had spread that the Empire had a special group dedicated to hunting down and exterminating any and all Jedi who had managed to survive Order 66. They wore almost identical black armor, and carried with them red Lightsabers. They were ruthless, willing to do whatever they needed to do in order to achieve their goals.

They were known as the Inquisitors, and right now Omega was bound, naked, and helpless in front of one of them.

“I can sense it, your fear,” the Inquisitor said, a small smirk appearing on her face as she looked down at Omega. “You barely have any hope of escaping now,” she said, as if she knew what Omega was feeling.

It was unnerving, to say the least, but Omega kept a brave face on. 

“What do you want?” Omega asked, her voice filled with an appropriate level of disgust for the person in front of her. “Did the Empire change its mind on Clones?” she asked.

“No, the Empire is quite content with our Stormtroopers,” the Inquisitor said, though her tone suggested she didn’t have confidence in the Empire's troops. “But you’re still a wanted fugitive,” she said with a smile. 

“Dead or alive last time I checked,” Omega replied. “So why keep me alive?” she asked. “I thought Inquisitors were killers not kidnappers,” she said.

“We usually are,” the Inquisitor said. “But for you I’m making an exception,” she said as she began to approach Omega, leaning forwards and resting her hands on Omega’s thighs.

“What do you mean?” Omega asked, her facade of bravery cracking slightly and nervousness filling in those cracks. She didn’t seem to be lying when she said the Empire had no interest in more Clones, eliminating one reason for Omega being alive.

“You’re an incredibly low priority target for the Empire,” the Inquisitor said as she began rubbing Omega’s thighs. “So low in priority that if I say you’re dead, then there won’t be any need to investigate,” she said as Omega’s heart sank further. “Which means that in the eyes of the Empire, no, the entire Galaxy, you are a dead woman,” the Inquisitor said.

“Then why!?” Omega shouted, her calm facade breaking more. “Why am I still alive then!?”

“Because there are fewer and fewer Jedi in the Galaxy with each passing year,” the Inquisitor said. “That means I have more and more time to myself,” she said as she stood back up and began walking around the table, disappearing from Omega’s view. “Which means I need something to entertain myself with.”

Suddenly Omega felt something stab her just below the neck, and looked down to see the hand of the Inquisitor gripping a needle, the contents of which were quickly emptied out into Omega’s veins.

“What the hell did you just inject me with!” Omega shouted as she began to thrash in her bindings, trying to break free, though it was easier said than done considering the restraints were solid metal. How impossible the task was didn’t matter though, as all of Omega’s mental and physical energy was directed towards somehow breaking free. 

“You’ll find out soon enough,” the Inquisitor said, pulling the now empty needle out and pressing a button on the side of the table. Suddenly the table began to rise, shifting into an upright position.

Then, the restraints holding Omega in place suddenly released her, sending the young woman tumbling onto the floor. 

Omega quickly picked herself up and turned, glaring at the table and the Inquisitor she knew was behind it. She doubted she could win against her, but at least she would go down fighting.

The sound of a door opening, this time behind Omega, caused the young woman to instinctively turn completely to the source of the sound, just in time to see a pair of disc shaped drones flying towards her.

The drones flew low, buzzing past Omega’s legs. For a brief second Omega thought that all they had done was flown by her, but then she noticed shiny black strips running from each drone to her legs, strips that began to cover her legs as the drones began flying around her lower limbs, wrapping each one individually starting at her feet before moving on to her torso and then her arms. 

Omega tried to strike the drones, but each time they sped up just enough to move out of her way. Within a minute she was covered from the neck down completely in the black material. The strips were still connected to the drones, and they flew around Omega, forcing her to wrap her arms around her torso, just below her breasts.

“LET GO OF ME!” Omega shouted as she tried to move her arms up to her mouth, intent on ripping the material apart with her teeth, but the drones kept her arms in place.

As she struggled, Omega heard the sound of a door opening once again, only this time she saw it, a hatch in the ceiling, open up. From that hatch came a third drone, this one easily double the size of the other two. Like the two smaller drones, it began wrapping the shiny black material around Omega, but with two differences.

The first was that the strips emerging from this drone were, unsurprisingly, double the size of the strips that came from the smaller two drones.

The second difference was that it didn’t wrap each limb individually. Instead, it wrapped everything at once, forcing her legs together and then wrapping over her arms, rendering all four limbs useless.

But it didn’t stop there. Omega wished it did, but it didn’t. The third drone kept going, wrapping up to Omega’s neck, where the two previous drones had left off, and then it went higher, wrapping around her neck, her chin, her mouth, and then her nose.

Omega had faced death before, more times than she could count, and feared it just like anyone else did. But there was one way of dying she dreaded to even think about. One that she had come close to experiencing once before.

Suffocation. Being unable to breathe. It scared Omega to her core, and as the Drone wrapped over her nose, covering her lower face completely before breaking off and flying back into its hiding spot, she realized that is what the Inquisitor had in store for her.

The two smaller drones severed the strips still connected to Omega, and as they were the only things keeping her upright, she collapsed onto the cold hard floor.

Tears began to flow down Omega’s face as she desperately tried to such in air, despite her body realizing it was impossible, there was no way to stop it from trying.

She had lived for eighteen years, only five of which she truly counted as having lived, and now it was all over. No amount of fighting, struggling, or gasping would stop the inevitable. 

The inevitable, however, didn’t come.

For several minutes Omega lay on the floor, squirming in her wrappings, her eyes squeezed shut in fear as she waited for everything to fade away. But as the minutes ticked by something occurred to Omega.

She was alive. By all means she shouldn’t be alive, but she was alive nonetheless, and the pain in her chest and burning feeling in her lungs proved that.

Hesitantly, Omega opened her eyes, and through the tears she saw the Inquisitor standing over her with a grin.

“You’ve realized it, haven’t you?” she asked. “That you should be dead and aren’t,” she said as, with a great deal of hesitance, Omega nodded. 

“You also suspect that somehow in some way I am responsible for this,” again Omega nodded in response. “Well then, since you’re in no position to interrupt, I’ll tell you what happened.”

“That needle was full of an experimental drug the Empire has developed,” The Inquisitor said. “It’s designed to remove the need to breathe from anyone who has been injected, allowing them to traverse potentially toxic atmospheres without issue,” she said. “It also allows me to keep you like this for however long I want,” the Inquisitor said as she used the force to pick Omega up off of the ground and push her against the table.

“Do you want to know what comes next?” the Inquisitor said as she approached Omega, closing the distance between the two until there was only a few inches between them.

Ignorance was bliss, especially in a situation like this, but even after five years Omega’s curious streak hadn’t subsided, and she slowly nodded.

“I’m going to use you and abuse you.” the Inquisitor said. “Don’t bother imagining anything, I’m sure whatever you think of will be too tame,” she said as a wicked grin appeared on her face. “If you think this is bad, then you are in for a rude awakening.”

"Mhm?" Omega asked, her voice barely more than a whimper and muffled by the wrappings.

(Why?)

“Because little clone,” the Inquisitor said as she raised her hands, sensually running them over Omega’s cocooned form. “You were in the wrong place at the right time.”

The Inquisitor then stepped away from Omega and walked over to one of the walls. Omega watched as they pressed down on the wall and a panel suddenly slid open, revealing odd devices that Omega had never seen before in her life, one of which looked vaguely like a Lightsaber and was picked up by the Inquisitor, who returned to Omega with a smile.

“I don’t know if you know what this is and I don’t care either way,” the Inquisitor said. “What I do know is you’ll grow attached to this device,” she said as she pressed it up against Omega’s left breast. 

Omega braced herself for a shock or some other unpleasant feeling, but what instead emanated from the device were powerful vibrations.

“"Rh, rh, rh~,” Omega began to groan. To say the vibrations were pleasurable would be an understatement. Compared to the rest of the situation they were heavenly, and Omega couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. 

“That’s it, think of the pleasure, and how if it weren’t for me you wouldn’t experience it,” the Inquisitor said with a grin as she began to move the device down towards Omega’s crotch. 

"RH GRN~!" Omega practically screamed in pleasure. 

“It feels good,” the Inquisitor said. “Your lungs are burning, in more pain than ever before, but that only makes this feel better,” she said as she pulled the device away from Omega’s crotch.

"NR!" Omega shouted, ignoring how it made the pain in her chest worse. "Hrnng nh hrcch! Hrmrhm hrnng nh hrcch!" she pleaded, tears beginning to flow down her face again, only to cease when the device was pressed up against her crotch once again.

“Deep down inside you’re nothing but a whore little clone.” the Inquisitor said. “You’re suffocating, but you’re horny, you’re bound and helpless, but you’re horny, you’re life as you know it is over, but you’re horny as fuck.”

Omega wanted to deny those accusations. She wanted to shout that she wasn’t a whore, that she wasn’t enjoying this and that she hated this.

But pleasure, even just a small amount, overloaded her mind. What were supposed to be protests turned into mindless moans of pleasure.

"MMH! MMH! MMH! MMH!" she repeatedly moaned, her muffled words betraying her thoughts, and as they continued, she found herself questioning herself. 

There was no denying that she enjoyed this, even if it was just because it was a distraction from the rest of her suffering, and maybe the Inquisitor was right about her. 

Those thoughts vanished as soon as the device was pulled away again, and Omega began pleading for more once again.

"Hrnng nh hrcch! Hrmrhm hrnng nh hrcch!" she groaned, hoping to change her captor's mind.

“You’re close,” the Inquisitor said. “Maybe just another minute and you would have cum,” she said as she looked down at the device with indifference, and then up to Omega with a grin. “But I can’t let someone as pathetic and whorish as you do that,” she said as she used the Force to return the device to where she had retrieved it.

“I think you’ve had enough fun for today,” she said, watching with glee as a crestfallen look appeared on Omega’s face. 

"Hrmrhm, hrhh r rnhhrm mrrm!" she pleaded.

“If you’re lucky I’ll come back tomorrow and play with you some more,” the Inquisitor said as she ran her hands along Omega’s cocooned form once again, only this time eliciting whimpers of pleasure. “Or maybe I’ll leave you here to waste away,” she said with a wicked grin as her gaze turned towards all the delightful toys she had at her disposal, one of which she pulled towards with the force. 

The item in question was a thick black latex hood with the Imperial emblem covering the entirety of the face. 

"Hrmrhm nrn'h, HRMRHM!” Omega screamed, trying desperately to convince her captor to retrieve the item from moments ago and let Omega experience some pleasure again.

“This will quiet you down whore,” the Inquisitor said as she slid the hood over Omega’s face, covering it completely with black latex and cutting off Omega’s sight and hearing. The two small drones from earlier returned, making quick trips around Omega before returning to their hiding spots, having now bound Omega to the table, allowing the Inquisitor to release her force grip on Omega.

“Until next time pet,” the Inquisitor said as she leaned forwards and slowly licked the hood, groping Omega’s breasts as she did so, making the young woman even hornier before she left.

Now alone, all Omega could do was struggle and moan. She desperately wanted more pleasure, and would do anything for it, and as she stood there, cocooned and bound to the table, with all of her senses stolen from her, she thought about her captors final words to her, and began to realize that as much as she wanted to deny, her captor was right.

She was a whore.