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Flaying Solo
By JD joandoe@gmail.com
Description: Jaina Solo is captured and tortured to death in this very dark and brutal story.
Content Codes: F, nc, tort, snuff, gs, tent(machine), dis, partial-gut, flaying,
Disclaimer: This story contains content that should not be read by people underneath the age of 21. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality whatsoever. 100% fiction means real life rape is WRONG. The author does not condone illegal and immoral actions described. If you feel rape in the real world is a good thing, bend over in a prison and whistle dixie. While I'm disclaiming, racism, homophobia and other bigotry of any kind are also really fucking stupid. I don’t own any of Lucasarts’ characters and make no profit from this story. Please read the story codes above to ensure that you are not going to be offended by, or otherwise dislike, the content.
Additional Credit: Story requested by Deathstalker as part of the DSE (Story) Victim Exchange Program
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In the year 32 BBY battle raged on the surface of Naboo and high above the planet in the cold blackness of space. Young Anakin Skywalker, guided by the force, flew a successful attack against the ships of the Trade Federation and destroyed the droid control ship.
Also caught by the ferocity of his attack and by the Naboo fighter pilots crossfire was a vessel stopped by the Trade Federation blockade. Newly out of port, it’s Twi’lek captain loved her ship like a child. Anakin’s fire cut through the hull and killed the crew. The force sensitive Twi’lek Captain bled to death over her control panel as the badly damaged ship drifted away from the blockade, away from Naboo, away even from shipping lanes to glide silent, cold and dead through infinite space.
In the year 28 ABY the galaxy was even less peaceful, being gripped by war with the Yuuzhan Vong. The elite X-Wing unit Rogue Squadron was instrumental in the defense of the New Republic; the lynchpin of any successful space campaign. The very finest pilots of the Republic; men and women who could put their craft through the most torturous of maneuvers in space dog fights and destroy the hardiest of foes. The youngest member, 19-year-old Jaina Solo, flew with a skill to match her uncle Luke when he destroyed the Death Star.
The petite pilot, along with every other pilot in the squadron, would happily bet on herself to win any dogfight against any foe. Her Jedi training augmented her flying skills and she could fly blindfolded through a minefield if she had too. The conversation over the channels was quietly professional as the squadron dropped out of hyperspace, though it turned to surprise when they found the Vong ships totally free of life. Fires burned in escaping oxygen from great rips in the hulls of the vessels
Jaina could tell immediately that there was something wrong with what she was seeing, more than just the destroyed ships. The information on the Vong’s fleet movements had been exact; this should have been a perfect ambush, but someone else beat them to it!
It took a more experienced pilot over the channels to nail what was wrong,
"Look at the way that metal’s twisted outwards. Whatever destroyed these ships was inside them!"
"I guess you don’t need to outfight something if it’s already got bombs in it," offered Jaina, just before the penny dropped for New Republic’s elite. Machine code chattered from their R2 Units as each vessel received remote commands.
Shockwaves rocked through space as the droid units in the X-Wings exploded violently. Fast cut off screams of pain and surprise sounded over communication channels as Rogue Squadron was destroyed from within. Jaina looked from side to side as her ship lurched sideways, buffeted by the explosive deaths of her comrades. Shrapnel tore through Jaina Solo’s X-Wing and a heat-seared helmeted head and part of a body slammed against her cockpit; the clear window held as blood smeared across it.
Static blazed through Jaina’s radio as a half destroyed transmitter from the nearest X-Wing sputtered on the last of its power, then silence reigned. The young pilot felt great sadness and anger, but Jedi training dampened the emotion and she tuned into the Force. She felt the old vessel as it emerged from the shadow of a burning Vong battleship, and then her damaged systems registered the unavoidable pull of a powerful tractor Beam.
Jaina tried contacting the vessel on an open hail, but there was no reply. It was many times larger than her small fighter – though both were dwarfed by the Vong hulks - and while she was hazy on the exact model she believed it to date back to when her grandfather Anakin would have been a boy - back in the last decades of the Old Republic. She realized that whoever was on the ship had sabotaged both the Vong craft and the New Republic fighters. The information on the Vong movements had also surely come from the battered old vessel’s crew.
Jaina Solo wondered why she alone of Rogue Squadron hadn’t suffered a quick and violent death; as a powerful and already experienced Jedi she thought herself more dangerous to any foe than many of her dead comrades.
The small fighter touched down in the ship’s landing bay; the kindest word for the interior of the craft was decrepit. There was evidence of automated repairs, but rough, as if by someone who didn’t know what they were doing and had to learn as they went on. Instead of standard droid units, a panel was being wielding onto a nearby wall by specialized cables, some had attachments at the end to hold the panel to the all, another was a welding torch and so on. The pilot watched the process from her cockpit, and wondered why the ship didn’t have droids or crew doing the work.
The repair cables gave some indication as to how the ship managed to stay flying after so many decades. Jaina wondered who would travel on such a ship. Some kind of perverted strategic genius with no respect for the lives of either the Yuuzhan Vong or the New Republic pilots. As a Jedi, Jaina did not consider revenge – but she would make sure this threat to the New Republic was neutralized by any means necessary.
The pilot needed at least to deactivate the tractor beam and get herself off the vessel. She popped her cockpit and flipped out, drawing and igniting her purple tinged lightsaber as she landed. Nobody had tried to attack and the repairing cables ignored her so she pulled off her helmet and tossed it back up into the X-Wing. Jaina shook out her dark brown hair and walked towards the door out of the bay. Motors whirred, and she turned to see gun unnoticed emplacements destroy her X-Wing.
They re-targeted, green bolts of sizzling energy death, and Jaina backed away, swinging her lightsaber in blurring arcs to deflect the attack, never enough to overwhelm. Jaina was being forced from the bay, but the guns weren’t being aimed to kill her. The phrase ‘It’s a trap’ was never far from her mind. Her loose orange flightsuit moved easily against her body as she backflipped through the door and smacked the close button. The thick metal door shut from four directions and met in the middle, and Jaina was safe in the corridor.
Now she either had to find another way off of the ancient rust-bucket, or more likely use the old ship itself to get back to base station and report the fate of Rogue Squadron. She felt as if she was being watched, but she couldn’t see anyone. Jaina’s Jedi trained mind couldn’t feel any life, anything even that felt like a droid, yet there was emotion in the old ship. If she really stretched her mind she could almost taste a Twi’lek mind but it felt far more machine than any Twi’lek. The Jedi pilot moved cautiously down the corridor, feeling out for the source of the emotion. There was a lot of anger, and hatred – both born of pain. It was only when floor panels burst up in front and behind her and hundreds of cables fired out that she realized the emotions came somehow from the ship itself.
The ceiling panels dropped seconds later and even more cables burst down, writhing like snakes or tentacles or even prehensile tails. Jaina could barely see past the coils of metal in either direction as they closed in. She slashed out with her purple lightsaber, the energy weapon humming through the air as it carved instantly through the thinnest cables and wiring and more slowly through the thicker, tougher cables. They seemed to be controlled the same way as the welding tools. She pushed back hard with her mind, keeping the attack at bay as she tried to hack a path through.
There were cables of all varieties and girths from large to cables that were actually wiring. Some were made of shiny metal; some rubberized or coated with insulating plastic, some with strange tool attachments and many just with smooth rounded ends onto which attachments could be put. The lighting was mostly blocked by the mass of cables; the black insulating plastic wrapped around the sharpest ended wires made them hard to see as they slithered amongst the thicker, stronger cables.
The ceiling panel above her head dropped too, and she had to reach up with her hand and force-throw it away before the heavy panel landed on her. She managed it, but now the cables and wires were writing on all sides, and Jaina struggled to hold them back with the force. Sweat poured down her face with the effort, while even slicing the thickest cables caused the ship no pain and there seemed to be an endless supply. The force shield around the pilot shrank with every passing second until the floor bucked up beneath her feet and tipped her into the mass of cables behind her.
Jaina grunted as the cables slammed roughly into her back. She felt coarse and smooth edges through the orange flight suit. The ship’s thickest cables lashed around her arms instantly, coiling along her muscular limbs and preventing further swings of the lightsaber. Still more coiled around the petite pilot’s short legs as she struggled. Wires whipped painfully against her fingers, dragging the lightsaber from her grip. Yet more of the thin sharp-ended wires dug into the material of her flightsuit, tearing it to shreds around her; her belt, gloves and other equipment was dragged loose too. Jaina’s dark brown hair shook from side to side; for every cable she knocked away with the force, another took its place in the assault.
She was quickly stripped to her boots, and growing increasingly physically tired. Her limbs ached and deep scratches bled freely across her whole body; one across her right breast was stinging particularly painfully. Jaina hadn’t said a word. This assault wasn’t being carried out by an individual amenable to reason or someone likely to be cowed by shouted threats. She just kept on struggling, muscles bulging beneath her skin as she pulled against the cables that painfully secured her limbs. She managed to stomp her boots once or twice, but the ship seemed impervious to them.
Fresh wires emerged from ceiling above Jaina’s head; the ship had her restrained and stripped and was now ready to target specific areas. She felt a cable around her throat, forcing her chin up, but not strangling. Jaina turned her dark eyes to the ceiling just in time for two wickedly sharp wires to spear down and pierce each pupil dead center. Jaina finally screamed as her ocular humors leaked around the sharp points. She pulled her head backwards as far as she could, but the little wires followed, surging forward and coiling into balls inside Jaina’s dripping eye sockets.
They kept forcing more and more inside while Jaina’s tear ducts streamed down her face. She couldn’t believe she was blinded, nor the pain it brought.
A second pair of long wires dropped down from the ceiling to floor level, and then doubled back up through the air. Jaina felt the very thin wire curve loops around the base of each of her bare breasts. The metal cut in agonizingly tight on the first loop. Jaina’s small but firm breasts bulged outwards as the wires looped thrice more around each tit until they only had a few inches left and then speared their sharp points through the blinded Jedi’s stiffly protruding nipples. The pressure on her tits meant blood spurted quickly around the duel wire-piercing and from the earlier scratch on her right breast.
Thicker wires dropped from the writing mass above; there were small pliers on the end of each. They darted into Jaina’s screaming open mouth and grabbed teeth. The cable at the screaming Jedi’s throat kept her head in place as six teeth were yanked bloodily from her wide maw. Blood spattered down onto the now darkly purple and bleeding flesh of her strangled breasts as the little white teeth were withdrawn into the ceiling. The wires in Jaina’s eyesockets were now coiled so tightly that the ship could jerk her head from side to side; it did so, wrenching her neck painfully without quite going far enough to break it.
Amongst the writhing cables on the floor came one specially adapted to wield a lightsaber. Jaina’s had been de-activated, but the metal weapon tore painfully at her cunt when the cable forced it inside her dry hole. Blood dribbled down her barely furred pussy lips as she was brutally raped with her lightsaber. The sensitive membranes in her pussy were shredded by the weapon she built herself.
Another of the small sharp wires was called into service, and Jaina’s screams reached a new pitch as her tiny clit was pierced by the sharp metal. The little wire forced itsway through Jaina’s bud and then curved back to knot around itself below. The ship drew back the slack on the wire and tugged on the wailing Jedi’s swelling clit. Another six of the sharp wires came from the walls, three on either side, and pierced Jaina’s Labia. They tied back on themselves like the wire through her clit, and then spread her bleeding lips wide around the pounding rape cable.
She could mercifully no longer feel her breasts, the nerves deadened by the torturous wire constricting the flesh, however her nipples still bled freely. Jaina’s chin was drenched with blood from her pulled teeth and ocular fluid from her eyes. He thighs were similarly wet with blood as the ship shredded her cunt by twisting the lightsaber’s straight edges within her. Jaina knew none of the wounds were fatal, and held out hope that her attacker would err or stop to gloat, and that she would overcome and escape. Her throat was hoarse from screaming and she thought she no longer had the strength to use the force. In fact, she was subconsciously keeping herself awake, aware and out of shock with it.
The thickest cable yet emerged from the floor, far thicker than those that wrapped her limb and drenched in highly irritant ship oil. It tapered to a thin point before thickening out to the diameter of a volleyball for the rest of its oil drenched length. The ship forced it up Jaina’s tiny tight ass without ceremony; The fighting ring of anal muscle expanded quickly and then burst as the thick cable thundered into the 19 year old pilot’s virgin rectum. Jaina’s body jerked forward, tugging on the cunt piercing wires.
Her pelvis was shattered by the brutal impact as the ship slammed the end right up to her bowel. Jaina’s rectum was destroyed in one agonizing blow as her buttocks were spread obscenely wide by the violation. The oil added an additional layer of torment, stinging her like burning acid as it worked into her torn rectal lining. Jaina’s boots were lifted off the floor, and her body weight was forced down on her ass; the lightsaber cable raping her cunt slipped further inside at the same time.
She started to piss herself from the sheer agony in every part of her body. The waste stream had barely started when a small pencil-thick cable homed in on and pushed up into her urethra. The flow was stopped instantly as the cable burrowed up past a ring of muscle into Jaina’s bladder. The urgent pressure and need to pee somehow registered even through the storming prison of agony her body had become. The pressure grew worse as the ship forced more of the cable up her piss-tube, coiling it into her bladder like the cables in her eye sockets. Thicker and faster moving than those wires, it took scant seconds to stretch her bladder to breaking. Jaina could do nothing as internal pressure inflated and burst; piss and blood dribbling around other organs. The ship withdrew the urethra cable, and a heavy stream of bloody piss sprayed from Jaina’s crotch.
It seemed as if the ship could do no more to her, when new wires, gleaming in the light and lacking entirely in insulation twisted in from the writing mass. Poor blinded Jaina had no idea they were coming until they punctured her skin in dozens of places, passing like worms just under the surface and emerging at far points. They curved around inside her legs, and emerged back from where they had entered, and her back and flat stomach both looked like the skin was ribbed from beneath.
The thick cables that had long held her limbs withdrew back into the ship and Jaina was left suspended only by the incredibly thick cable that was now stretching her large intestine, the coils in her eyes, and around her breasts and now hundreds of thin wires just underneath her skin. The lightsaber wielding cable picked that moment to finally tear through her bartered cervix and shove the weapon into Jaina’s uterus. Jaina tried to move her limbs, but the tiny wires were too strong with so many wrapped under her skin.
Even limb, her neck, her face, her scalp, back and front, all had tiny wires under the skin. The little wires all moved at once, up, down, or from side to side the side. Jaina’s skin was flayed from head to ankles and tugged loose as her flight suit had been; it fell in great bloody sheets and small scraps to the metal corridor; her scalp and rich brown hair slid off like a wig and left her blood slicked skull gleaming in the light.
As suddenly as the attack had begun every cable and every wire withdrew back into the ship. Unable to uncoil properly, the thin wires sliced off her breasts; the skinless bags of meat had been close to falling off in pieces anyway, and Jaina’s femininity splatted onto the cables withdrawing into the floor. Her clit was rent in twain, and the nub end dragged away as Jaina’s bloody swollen pussy lips were ripped open by the withdrawing wires.
The cable pulled out hard from the incredibly gaping abyss that had been Jaina’s Solo’s rectum. The ship had to tug hard, and Jaina heard and definitely flesh tearing before the thick oily cable sank back into the floor with Jaina’s intestines being uncoiled and dragged along afterwards. A river of blood and steaming shit drained out around her slithering disembowelment, while Jaina’s wet red legs kicked uselesslessly.
The rape cable in Jaina’s cunt twisted the weapon horizontally and then ignited it. The long purple shaft burst out through the visible muscular wall of Jaina’s stomach and then sliced downwards towards her crotch; the smell of cauterized flesh filled the air as the cable pulled out of her cunt, slicing through one fleshy side and finally cutting through her internal clitoral tissue an the bloody remains of her clit. Still conscious Jaina keened quietly, desperate for the force to end her life as blood flowed down her skinless body and de-breasted chest - though it poured in greatest quantity from around the dark purple intestinal tube that connected her ass to the floor.
Jaina’s petite body was by then suspended above the only ground by wires that had coiled into all the space inside her eyesockets. The pressure on her neck added to the dying Jedi’s sum suffering as the flayed pilot swayed gently. There were still scraps of skin hanging from her body, and she brushed them with shaking fingers as she found the strength to stroke across her raw torso. She slipped her hands into the cauterized wound in her stomach, and followed the edges down to the gap where her clitoris had been.
Jaina had never believed such agony could exist, nor that her Jedi training and mental control could be used against her to keep her alive to feel every bit of it. The pressure on the cables coiled in her empty eye sockets told the ship they were going to break under the weight. The blood spattered cable gripping her lightsaber rose again from the floor. The ship slashed it around her, and then horizontally. Jaina felt all four cuts as her arms and legs dropped away, along with the severed length of her intestine. Semi digested food poured from the neatly sliced tube. The stump wounds were instantly cauterized by the purple beam and despite the agony of dismemberment, the pressure on her neck and skull lessened by half.
It took another three minutes for Jaina Solo’s mutilated body to finally die suspended by her eye sockets, swaying in the breeze from the ships oxy-units. The unbelievable agony was 100% present right to the end, with the only respite being death as her organs and brain gave up from blood loss and massive trauma.
The ship’s strange melded mind was a mixture of the long dead Twi’Lek captain and soulless machinery and it felt something akin to joy through it’s decrepit hulk as Jaina Solo suffered and died. Monitored communications told it that Anakin Skywalker was dead, but that his descendants – including one who bore his name – lived on. The first of them had been punished in his stead and the rest would follow.
End.
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