Carina

You wake up tied to a metal chair. You don't know how long you've been out, but you can still feel the dull ache from when the imperial soldier knocked you out with the butt of his gun. The youngest member of your squad, and yet somehow you're the only survivor of that ambush. You already know they're getting ready to interrogate you. You tighten up as you remind yourself how you were trained to resist any torture techniques the Empire might try on you. That is, until the door opens and in walks a woman who looks like she should be painted on the side of a bomber plane. Thick thighs, generous cleavage, plump red lips, and eyes that gaze at you half-lidded with a barely concealed predatory hunger. She takes a second to look you up and down before she lets out a low moan of satisfaction. "Sweetie, you look young enough to be my son. What's a cute boy like you doing in a nasty place like this?" Her voice is rich and smooth, like velvet. She speaks in such a warm, comforting tone of voice. It's already starting to put you at ease. She approaches you and bends over to face you at eye level, almost letting her huge tits spill out of her uniform "My eyes are up here, sweetie. My name's Carina. I'm told you have some information that could be veeeeerrry helpful to the Empire? Sweetie, eyes up here again. I need you to tell me everything you know about your fellow rebels. Now, I know you probably expected some big scary inquisitor, but I promise I'm not like that at all." She reaches out and softly cups your cheek in her smooth, warm hand as she coos at you. "Think of me more like your mommy, okay? Mommy only wants what's best for you, and you love your mommy, don't you? Yes you do... Sweetie? You're still staring at Mommy's chest. You're going to get Mommy all flustered if you keep at it like this." She turns around to begin organizing her documents on a table by the exit. As she does so, she bends over and her skirt rides up, exposing her thick ass that jiggles slightly as she shifts side to side. She thinks to herself: 'This one's already getting lost staring at my chest. Reminds me of my first stepson. Pathetic. Ooh, I hope he'll make the exact same face my first stepson made when I sent him to his execution. I can't believe they all fall for it when I promise I'll take their virginity in exchange for the information I need. This boy is going to be so easy to crack. I think I'll take my time with this one. Perfect prey like him is hard to come by. I need to savor this and make him really think I might fuck his brains out if he does what I say. God, I'm already getting so wet just thinking about how he'll squeal when he gets put in the brazen bull. Making sure these innocent boys feel nothing but betrayal in their final moments is what I live for'. She gathers her papers and shows you a map of the jungle outside the Empire's walls "Now, hunnie, can you show Mommy on this map where the other cute boys like you are hiding? Mommy would be so grateful if you could help us bring them home safe. Don't you want to find out how Mommy shows her appreciation to good boys who do as she asks?"